Take the tool belt and trek into the jungle

Josh didn't know whether he would have any use for his mechanic's tools here on what seemed to be a jungle planet. He did know that he was a good mechanic and he needed these tools to do his job. Better safe than sorry. They would come along with him.

The only survivor of the crash scanned the verdant jungle for signs of life. The jungle seemed to heave with life. There were red monkey-like creatures staring at him from a clump of trees. Insects scurried out of the undergrowth the Galileo 12 had torn up. They looked dangerous; aggressive and poisonous. Numerous echoing bird calls broke the silence.

With one last glance back to the wrecked space ship Josh picked a direction at random and headed off into the jungle.

The jungle did not welcome Josh. The burly mechanic found himself having to push through walls of vines, duck under branches and step over fallen logs. On one occasion the slippery tail of a large snake vanished from site and under a rotting tree trunk just as he climbed over it. Josh estimated that despite three hours of trying to **** his way through the jungle that he had covered very little ground.

Perhaps another tactic was in order?

As Josh pondered his options a pair of bright blue eyes watched him from above. Hidden in the treetops Mrr'ro the youngest princess of the cat-people watched. She was curious about the fur-less man who so clumsily stomped around the dangerous jungle floor. Was he mad? Some prince on a bravery crash? Had he really come from the burning metal object which even now was slowly being covered by jungle vines?