Restoration

'So...so hot...' you think to yourself as you wander this once beautiful hellscape. What once used to be a place of joy, bazaars, carnivals, the aroma of spices filling the air, is now no more than a barren, abandoned desert. The stench of smoke and other toxins fill your lungs. Stopping for just a moment, you reach into your bag, pulling out a gas mask. You strap it on, covering your nose and mouth, it's uncomfortable. But, what can you do but continue to trudge through the sand? You'd left home only a week prior, hastily throwing essentials into a backpack and evacuating. But the one thing you didn't think to pack, water, likely the most important thing, somehow, forgotten. "im going to fucking die out here, alone and helpless" Your thoughts spilling out of your mouth. Rolling your eyes and looking ahead. Nothing but the horizon, no animals, or other crilxoid, no plants, and most regrettably, no water Just sand and the occasional trashy shelter. You stop and stand once more, pondering if you should make one of the shelters your own, and settle in for the afternoon. You have been walking ALL night after all. You don't get a moment of further thought when a bloodcurdling siren pierces the air, you feel your heart jump, suddenly something, someone grabs your hand and pulls you into one of the small, miserable shacks. 'where the hell did you come from??' You try to shout, but the only thing that can escape is a shrill scream. Your mask is yanked up and your mouth is covered in what felt like a split second.
"Do you want to fucking die?" A voice scolds. You look up and see a tall crilxoid with long dreads, You stare for a moment before it hits you. The fellow who nearly pulled your arm out of the socket is none other than Commander Adrot, or less formerly, more preferred, Commander Axon, right hand man to the Sovereign. You look around to see if anyone else may be lurking. Suddenly Axon speaks up again, his thick, unintelligible, unknown accent making him hard to understand.
"Don't bother looking for someone else, it's jus' you and me kid." You use your own hands to bat at his, which is still covering your mouth. Hesitantly, he removes his hand, as if he believes you may scream again. After his hand is gone you remove your gas mask, through coughs you manage to squeak.

"What the hell is going on?"