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He slid over and woke up, the ground was shaking, the small particles of sand were dancing amongst themselves. He poked his head out of his metallic coffin and looked around, he saw a massive ship approaching the dunes of sand, flattening them like blades of grass beneath feet. He crawled out and pulled his hand over his eyes, shielding them from the sun while they adjusted to the sudden burst of light, the ship landed a little ways away and the bay doors slowly opened, revealing a small alien which began walking towards him, noticeably frustrated at his actions.
It was maybe three feet tall, and wore an orange jumpsuit, it had one eye in the middle of its skull and its skin was a light pink color, it was noticeably androgynous with no clear indicator as to what it could be. The glass bowl on its head connected to a backpack it was wearing with a single rubber tube that must've been pumping something it could breath into it. It had three arms, two exiting its body at what would be shoulders on a human and a robotic one hung from its stomach holding a toolbox. It walked right past him and dug a flashlight out from its toolbox. It looked around inside what he was beginning to realize was a door, and then turned towards him. It began signing to him in the universal sign language.
"What is your name, you nude fool?"
He began signing back to him.
"Arthur."
What must've been an eyebrow poked up on the strange creatures face.
"Well, Arthur, why did you unplug half the lower circuits in my fucking battery?"
"I crashed on this planet some time ago and have been wandering around since then, I apologize but I had no other choice, at least I didn't break anything, right?"
The small creature shook its head and sighed.
"Come over here, let me show you something."
Arthur walked over to the small creature and squatted down to its eye level, now painfully aware of his nudity. He looked at the creature and followed its gaze towards the panel he had ripped off.
"Arthur, beyond the fact that you ripped the door off my battery, the floor has a weight sensor, so we know when someone is inside of the damn thing. Either one of us somehow gets left behind because the ship is automated poorly, or when some drooling bandit is trying to steal the power. No-"
"I'm sorry, what should I call you?"
"What?"
"I don't know your name."
"Just call me Gary."
"I don't know why, I was expecting something more complicated."
"Fuck off Arthur, now as I, Gary, was saying... you know what, no, what did you mean by that?"
"I don't know, I was expecting something something more... foreign I guess, Gary is a strangely familiar tongue to me."
Gary stopped signing for a moment, then asked in a surprisingly deep voice.
"Wait you speak English, Arthur?"
"Gary, if you couldn't tell I'm human."
"Lose the tone dipshit, we both know there are like thirty species of strangely proportioned dicks and only like five speak English."
"You could lose the tone yourself, Gary."
"I didn't unnecessarily unplug a solar battery and drain a months worth of juice you-"
"Okay, I get it, I didn't do it on purpose okay, how was I supposed to know that would happen and even further, how was I supposed to know the floor had a weight sensor?"
"I'm not going to argue with you, but I will say this, you didn't even need to rip the door off."
"What?"
Gary then reached down into the sand about an inch and flicked a mechanical switch, the metal piece that was holding the door in place then vanished into the metal cylinder.
Arthur rubbed his eyes slowly.
"That was buried in the sand Gary, if I didn't have prior knowledge how was I supposed to know it was there?"
Gary paused for a moment, slowly turned, and looked at Arthur, his one eye narrowing.
"Just walk over to the ship and shut up you damned fool."
Arthur stood up and began walking over to the maw of the ship, untying the rag holding his hair back and letting all the sand out of it. The bay door to the ship was about twenty feet tall and thirty feet wide. The ship itself must have been well over a two hundred feet long, he thought about making a joke about the fact the alien must have been overcompensating with such a large vehicle for such a small alien, but thought against it, looking back he saw Gary cursing under his breath while fiddling with the wires.
He took a moment and looked around inside the ship, it was large with about half of it dedicated to the bay/storage arrangements, shelves of presumably empty batteries lined the left side of the cargo bay and the other half was dedicated to tools, with some small vehicles littering the floor. He found a nice spot and sat down, watching Gary meticulously reconnecting the cables inside the large battery. He began to once again doze of.