I was just stopping to fuel up, when blam, I lost control of my craft. Now I'm stranded on this alien planet. If I don't figure out how to get my craft repaired and get out of here soon, I'll be in violation of several of the major space laws and probably some minor ones of which I'm not aware.
Or perhaps I'll stay; perhaps they'll make me an all-powerful ruler. But no, I need to return to from where I came. This food doesn't taste too bad, but for all I know, they could be trying to poison me. My translator's not working, and I can't understand a word they're saying.