Cel'antre

It's 2435 and you're finally able to take a vacation. So you book a tour of the Andromeda system that's supposed to be breathtakingly beautiful. During the cruise there you read up that the fourth planet has sentient life on it. A dying race who once possessed space travel but has now become stuck on their home worls due to drastically diminished resources. As the space liner HMS Bacchus slips past the planet, it shudders and shakes violently! Alarms go off! Red emergency lights snap on bathing your surroundings in an angry scarlet. "This is Captain Newman! All passengers and crew to the lifeboats! This is not a drill!" a commanding voice erupts. You run to the nearest lifepod, climb in. and it auto-launches into space. Out the viewscreen you see the massive space liner break apart and then explode. Your pod is rocked and you are knocked unconscious. You wake up and find yourself on the planet. Popping the egress hatch you step out onto a hot, sandy desert. Then you hear it. Behind you is a tall, muscular woman with violet skin riding an animal that looks like a huge monitor lizard with scales with white and red vertical stripes. The seven-foot tall woman points what appears to be an energy blaster at you. She dismounts, presses a huge hand on your chest as you protest for nearly a minute.