A bright streak of light illuminated the night sky over the great western continent. Either to be taken for a falling star or a troubled landing. The space pod, looking to be demolished beyond repair hurtled through the sky at alarming speeds. Just before smashing into the ground the pod let loose a groan, slowing it's arrival, enough to stop contents of this pod from being splattered around the inside.
Landing with a crash, the pod rolled a couple times, coming to rest finally in the middle of an open field. A few muffled shouts could be heard from the inside as the pod gave a couple of mechanical beeps and whirls. Finally, the hatch opened slowly, letting loose a sigh of air.
A gloved hand reached out into the night air grasping the edge of the pods' door. Pulling himself out, the blue haired boy named Chameleon finally came to rest on the ground besides the pod. He seemed to be in his mid to late teens, blue hair and looked to be wearing clothes fit to travel sandstorms. A brown cloak over his shoulders, a wind guarder. The trim of his clothing was blue and red, enough to stand out in heavy sandstorms or nights, but made with material to keep sand and heat out, keeping the body at a regulatory temperature.
"Geez..." he said under his breath feeling his face over making sure he wasn't bleeding from the impact. "That hurt."