His body feeling like he'd just taken it through a blender set to obliterate, Amadeus looked at the pristine, if somewhat creepy forest that surrounded him. Not finding much of interest he began to look over his body, checking for obvious signs of interdimensional travel stress. Finding nothing wrong with his body that didn't have to do with the abrupt landing, Amadeus decided to count his blessings and not voice a complaint about the fact that his body felt like dren and stared off into the darkness which stretched before him.
"Hello?" he said, not really loudly enough to be heard except by himself. He realized his foolishness a moment later and nearly hit himself for being such an idiot. After all he was in the middle of the woods, even if he shouted it was not likely there would be anyone around to hear him, or if they did it would be just another animal noise unless he was close enough for the Translator Collar to kick in and put his words into a language they would understand while it did the same to their words for him.
Having already confirmed that his body was still human Amadeus began checking his possessions for any sign of alteration. Pulling the axe out of its sheath on his back he looked it over and found it to be just as shiny as ever, if a bit cold due to temperature difference between the snowy mountains from before and the forest where he now stood. Slipping the axe back into place beneath the fur cloak he was glad to feel its weight, which reassured him that he was not helpless.
The next thing he checked was the skin tight suit he wore. Pulling open the front of his cloak we was relieved by the sight of the dull gray mesh weave of his suit, which if what the ads said was true would keep him safe and at a comfortable temperature in almost any environment, though he doubted the makers of the suit had intended on the user to be wearing a fur overcoat on top of it, which caused him to sweat in the balmy air of the forest.
Changing his view from the suit to his belt he looked down to find that the holster was intact, and drawing his Startec pistol he found it to still be in working order, at least according to its scans of itself. A test firing at low power created a small tongue of flames in a dried out bit of grass, proving that the gun was operational, though according to the read out it was at twenty-five percent power, mostly because he hadn't bothered to fill its hydrogen chamber in a week. Looking around he tasted the air and was pleased to note a hint of water in it.
"At least I can fill it up when I need to," he said to himself, putting the weapon away until a need for its power arose. Hopefully he could get some help without having to pull a gun, but it was always better to have something and not need it, than to not have something and die from a lack of it. Satisfied at the pistol he put his hand on the pouch on the other side of the belt, finding the weight of his various knickknacks to still be there.
With all the gear intact, if not fully charged, Amadeus placed his hand behind his back, and pulled something off the very rear of the belt. In the darkness of the overcast nighttime forest it was hard to see what he held in his hand, though it wouldn't have been an impressive sight at all in the state it was in now. The thing, which looked like a PDA, was chirping oddly, sometimes a word or two breaking through the static.
"Zee, you in there? I could really use some help here," said Amadeus to the small computer. The response was a few blaring noises followed by cut off words which he took to mean Zee was not functioning right at the moment, a theory that proved correct as the static filled screen blazed blue and a small clock icon appeared in front of Amadeus.
"Logic circuits scrambled. Recompile will take approximately 1.2 cycles," said a mechanical, female voice, before the screen went dark. Swearing again Amadeus struck the side of the device with his palm.
"Come on Zee. Don't do this to me now. I need you," he told the device, striking it twice more before giving up on it and placing the small computer behind his back again.
"Ok so Zee's gone bye-bye for now, and I'm all alone on an unknown planet," he told himself assessing the situation. He looked around, and finding no one around to see him he jumped up and down several times before stopping.
"Gravity appears to be about 1 grav, though I'd need Zee to know the exact measurement," he said, going through each bit of the Combine's guide for interplanetary travel in turn. His next action was to take a deep sniff of the air, drawing in several deep breathes through his nose and then breathing them out through his mouth.
"Atmosphere is at about seventy percent nitrogen and twenty percent oxygen, with trace elements added in. Carbon content is less than one percent, indicating a pre-industrial society if any," he said, and then stopped, taking another wiff of the local air.
"Oddly there seems to be a large ethanol fume content. Naturally this is not unheard of, but within a forest?" he told himself questioningly, filing away each bit of data inside his memory for future reference. He knew that even the tiniest bit of info could come in handy in an E.T. event, where he encountered a sentient species while visiting a planet, and even if there was no sentient race he might find another use for the data.
Finding nothing more to study n the immediate area Amadeus was faced with a choice. He could stay where he was in the clearing and wait for Zee to reboot so the little computer could tell him where he was, or he could leave the clearing by any one of the three paths he could see. Looking up provided no clue as to where he was asa thick layer of clouds obscured the sky, making it so that he couldn't even tell if the planet had moons or not. Facing forward he designated the way he stood to be 12 o'clock, with the paths at the positions of two, five, and nine. Looking around he decides...
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