Stasis's Journey Home

Stasis was stuck behind the border of the rival company. The terrain was dead. The trees looked like skeletons. The earth was black. Hardened pillow lava crusted over much of the landscape. Even now, the landscape looked as if it was steaming.
Stasis held his spot firmly and looked to his homing beacon. A beeping on his screen showed that his copilot was close, just beyond the hedge of dead trees and burnt brush.
It was an amazing sight to see. On Stasis's island, Falidad, there were wild palms and lush vegetation. The land was thick with life and sun. But here, on Humbroto, the death and decay had to be brushed away from the face. The moon was always present. The smoke stayed in the clothes, in the hair. Stasis was unfamiliar with the land, but he knew he was in Humbroto territory.
The Humbro were a vile and vicious people. They hunted Stasis's people for sport. Stasis knew he only had a few minutes before his copilot Biggs showed up on the Humbro satellites. And then it would be over for both of them. He knew he would never see his family or anyone from Falidad again if he didn't get over that hedge to Biggs and then get out of Humbro. Stasis began to sweat at the difficulty of his task. The heat and the pressure caused a drop to fall from his eyebrow. It hit the pillow lava structure with a sizzle and hiss. But the hiss continued until Stasis realized it was the Humbro. They had sent a team out to find him, and their hisses were growing louder and louder!
adapted from "Stasis's Journey Home" by c.safos


What impact does the location have on Stasis?

It makes him thirsty.
It makes him relaxed.
It makes him nervous.
It makes him hungry.