A small corvette of Zarethian make flew through the atmosphere towards the tiny black island. Inside, a young, pale man sat in the pilot's seat, steering his vessel's course to safety. The man's name was Zakary K'olar, head of Ko'lar Industries. He tapped his hands lightly on the various nozzles and blinking lights, switching them on, off and into different modes with a practiced ease. He landed his vessel on the blackened ground and made his way casually to the exit bay, stepping off the ramp, looking around at the odd place and smelling the salty, almost ashy air.
