Gold eyes opened momentarily, closing almost immediately as they were struck by light. A faint groan was heard from the owner of the eyes, as he reacted to the sunlight. He slowly sat up, brown hair falling to cover his eyes as he did so. He opened his eyes ever so slightly, taking in his current environment, which turned out to be a clearing within a forest. He got to his feet a few moments later, his jeans and jacket damp from the grass he had been lying on. He reached into his jacket and removed a pair of spectacles in a protective case - the lenses darkened in response to the light as he put them on. His hand instinctively went to his right hip, unclipping a black object from his belt and holding it up in front of him.

"No signal," he murmured. "Damn." He pressed a spot on the top of the device, and returned it to his belt, where it sat beside another object, this one wider, also clipped to his belt. He turned around slowly, getting a better sense of where he was. Off to the side of the clearing was a cream coloured backpack, leaning against a silvery crate. He moved towards it, and was about the pick it up when he heard a scream of pain echoing around the clearing. He spun around, grabbing the backpack as he moved. "Who's there?" he shouted, shrugging the pack onto his shoulders in a well practised movement. He took a step back, accidentally kicking the crate with the back of his heel, and he fell backwards onto the crate, causing it to break open as he fell through it, hitting his head hard against the ground.

He slowly opened his eyes for the second time in as many minutes, annoyed by the pain in the back of his head. He blinked as he saw a mosquito approaching him. And then blinked again as he realized that this was much larger than an ordinary mosquito. "Oh crap," he cried, rolling to the side as it flew directly at him, narrowly avoiding it's attack. He glanced at it as it continued on, and then his eyes fell upon the contents of the crate he had inadvertently broken - A suit of armour, a couple of crescent-shaped devices, and a pistol. A quick glance in the direction of the mosquito revealed that it was turning around, presumably to make another attack. He rolled to his side and grabbed the pistol, raising it as the mosquito approached. He squeezed the trigger gently, and then rolled out of the way as nothing happened. Cursing softly, he looked at the pistol again, and noted the subtle switch on the side of the gun. He quickly flipped the switch and aimed at the mosquito. A bolt of green energy flew from the barrel, missing the mosquito by a fair amount. Three more shots followed quickly, and the last two struck home. The oversized mosquito fell to the ground lifelessly. "Interesting," he murmured, before turning his attention to the contents of the crate he had broken open. He noticed a notice printed on the lid of the crate, which he picked up and read.

Civil Defence Kit
For Emergencies Only

In case of emergency, the contents of this kit are made available to those who need it. Enclosed you will find

1 x Photon Pistol
2 x Photon Daggers
1 x Armoured Suit
1 x Survival Kit
1 x Headset Radio

Penalty for misuse of this equipment is imprisonment for six months, in addition to any penalty imposed for any act commited while in possession of this kit.

Ragol Planetary Council

"OK, I'm now officially feeling a little out of my depth," he murmured as he dropped the lid. He looked over to the large mosquito. “Somehow, I think this may qualify as an emergency.” He picked up the headset radio, examining it for a moment before slipping it over his ear, adjusting the microphone to be just below his mouth. "This is Elindor Quinn, calling to anyone within range of this transmission. Please respond. I repeat, this is Elindor Quinn, calling to anyone within range of this transmission. Please respond." He stayed silent, a frown slowly forming and deepening over the next few minutes. "All right," he said, determination creeping into his voice as he looked at the armour, removing his backpack and setting it next to the remains of the crate. "Inventory time..."