Out in the vast reaches of space, Arlunis (back then still a minor pilot) was in a predicament. He had been shot near the receptors and was out of ammo. Arlunis's seraph fighter, adorned with a cloack, tried to settle near an unknown planet. Just then, the small fighter's energy tanks gave out and made a slight shudder. It sounded like someting got stuck in the engine. "Oh lord, what is happening!? I'm going to crash!" Arlunis cried out as he was greatly stressed. The cloack had deactivated, and the seraph fighter plunged into the planet's atmosphere. Arlunis tried to pull the stopping mechanism. It was barely reacting, but was still doing something at least.
In the middle of the Desert. Arlunis was looking around. He turned his head behind him, and saw the Seraph Fighter in flames, brisking with tons of smoke billowng into the air. "This smells terrible. I hate smoke smell" Arlunis said t himself. He then closed his eyes, put his head down, and sighed. Arlunis walked off, going nowhere. He didn't even know where he was. All he knew was that he needed to find help. That's all that mattered to him. Not a volcano of a scrap pile.