A Fateful Encounter | An Introduction

It was approximately 12:17AM  UTC, the rampaging and swirling sky had finally cleared. The seven moons were visible, orbiting the planet slowly. A shyness was evident in their phases as they teased the crust's surface with their ever illuminating lights.
You take pleasure in this sight, aware that these moments were rare in this place. You let out a relieved-filled sigh, you were alone and at peace in this moment.

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!" you hear a panicked voice cry, "Please just give me back my notebook, the deadlines for these medicinal plants are needed on ship Belvedere Industrial immediately! Please!"
Your face scrunches with the confusion you feel. Just what does this bumbling idiot think he's doing? You make your way over into the nearby clearing.
"Pardon me, sir. But, what are you doing exactly?"

"Ack!" the strange man lets out a yelp.

"Be not afraid, sir."

"Oh! I'm sorry, you just startled me is all," he seems nervous, "I'll speak to you in a moment! My notebook has been taken by that thieving predator!" and as soon as you were acquainted, he vanished; running wildly into the bramble and brush.

"Wait!"You call out to him, but it was no use; the wild man had disappeared. You decide to go back to enjoying the night and forget this all happened.

12:32AM UTC
Behind you, you hear violent rustling of the bushes. Your reflexes kick in and you go to equip your weapon of choice.

"Ah, sorry about that! You see the people on my space station frown upon me. They think I'm a nervous wreck who can't even handle a small prey animal. Well! I showed them! I mean, I kind of had to after I ran from the tusked boar that ate my colleague," the man's face turns sour and fills with shame, "A-anyways! Hah.. my name is Ska Xehn, Weslores Ska Xehn. I study ecosystems with the Belvedere Industrial, model Six cut fifty-eight Ex Twelve. I am pleased to make your acquaintance!"

You roll your eyes, how serious can this guy be? A tusked boar is only five meters on its hind legs. This so called Belvedere crew must be a terrible, low level, crew. You decide to amuse him anyhow. "Well Weslores, what are you doing on a planet such as this if you cannot handle a mere tusked boar? Your crew must really want you dead, huh?

Weslores blushes deeply, "Ah! Well... well... yeah,"

You begin to take note of his attire and appearance. His slacks are the traditional kind you would see on a ecologist, except his are stained with a strange substance; Your analysist screen is even unable to identify it. His hair is buzzed short, almost too short to the point where you can see his scalp and visible tracking analysist chip. His jaw is chiseled but leans to the right side of his face, making for a very awkward appearance and asymmetry. The lab coat he wears seems to be new off the print press but are adorned with chewed larva holes and the pockets are already worn through.
"Well I'll be, you are quite the sorry site,"

"Eh-anyways! I need to go back to my launch pad! I hope to see you again..." he pauses waiting for you to tell him your name.

"It's y/n,"

"Of course! It's nice to meet you, y/n," as soon as he utters the words, he vanishes back through the woods and onto the trails. You can hear him yell in the distance "If you ever want to chat, I'm active on SSC! J-just talk to me whenever!"
You smile to yourself, what a fateful encounter.

12:56AM UTC
You're scrolling through the SSC servers and see an almost too familiar tag.

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12:56 UTC
Hello SSC's, faithfulecologist here. Today, I terminated yet another Writhkul. While I was at it, I saw a bandit taking refuge on the planet that I was patrolling. They had a class 5 weapon, but don't worry. They have been terminated as well.
Anyway, I will be busy on a work trip for about 3 Milky Way Jupiter moon cycles. Don't wait up!
Signed, faithfulecologist1984