Meanwhile, in the galaxy.

A man with messy brown hair and bright light blue eyes sat in a small spaceship that was on autopilot, cruising through the starry galaxy. He sighed tiredly, bloodshot eyes staring out the window shield. He checked the timer on the control panel and sighed again, only this time out of aggravation. No wonder he felt so tired. He had been traveling for three years, even though he felt like it had only been at least a few weeks. He hadn't slept for more than three days. "Ugh." He groaned, letting his head fall onto his control panel. He hated the way time worked in the galaxy. He stood and walked to the back of the small spaceship, stopping as he passed the small mirror that was installed into the wall. He smirked bitterly. He sure didn't look seventeen anymore. At least his clothes had grown with him. Somehow. Don't question him, he had learned to let the universe do what she pleased.

He continued walking, falling onto the small bed he had in the corner. He closed his eyes, laying his head back as he relaxed his aching body.

He was barely asleep for even a minute when the alarms in the spaceship blared on. He gasped, jolting into a sitting position as he looked around wildly before scrambling out of bed. He raced to the control panel, falling against it as the spaceship lurched forward slightly. He slammed his fist down on a blinking red button, a holographic screen popping up in front of him.

Entering Atmosphere

Planet: Unknown

He ran to the window and looked out, and his eyes widened before groaning. "Not Archangel!" He ran to the back and punched a code into a small control panel, and a portion of the wall slid away. He stared at his spacesuit, which was a light blue spacesuit with a matching helmet that had an orange visor. He grabbed it and quickly put them on, before he grabbed the glowing sword that had been hidden behind them. It had a blue handle and a long orange blade that had glowing runes on it, the man staring at his name that was carved into the handle.

True "Jason" MU

He smiled bitterly before he ran to the front of the spaceship. He grabbed the controls and tried to pull the spaceship out of the atmosphere, but then he realized with horror that the control panel was sparking. Something must have broken.

"Well... I guess I'm riding this out!" The man, True, yelled before he ran to the back, covering his head as he fell to the ground. The spaceship shook roughly, and he knew that he had entered the atmosphere and that he was falling toward earth.

Minecraftia...

Perhaps they would be there.