Pitstop

[Super Buu]

Quad jet engines hissed at the ground, pushing back layers of sand in unison. A glossy, metallic-orange craft was slowly lowering itself onto the surface of the dry, arid place. Finally, the flames stopped, and the craft came to a halt; hovering above the ground as if to reject its touch, which might scratch the immaculate paintwork.

The roof opened, and out stepped a figure.

The woman was tall - or perhaps her stature simply came from the way she held herself. For a second, her baby blue eyes peered through the sand, their glassy surface reflecting the desert. Then, without a moments hesitation, she leapt off the craft, as if she had done it a hundred times.

She was Samus Aran. Or at least, that's what the records said. Throughout the years she had come to be known by many names - the Hatchling, the Hunter, the Chosen One. But, whilst though all of those held their own merit, Samus preferred to avoid making a show of her accomplishments.

After all, she was only here for fuel.

[Celipa]

Nearby, eyes gleamed. Big, bubbly eyes.

Charmander had always had a thing for the females of humanoid stature. Maybe it was their nurturing spirit? Either way, as he spotted a slender female hopping down from her aircraft, the fire-tailed lizard felt compelled to approach. Scuttling out from within a cardboard box, which he used as a shelter, Charmander weaseled his way to a spot behind the woman, as she almost entered the pitstop building.

She heard the noise of something approaching behind her, and turned, but the blonde woman didn't see anything. The lizard-type pokemon had taken cover.

OOC: Short. But, like you said, leaving it open. Charmander's...inquisitive. And stuff. Also, he craves affection. A lot.