Kenjiro's brain was a screaming vortex of pure, uncut humiliation. He pushed himself off the dusty cavern floor, his face so hot he was sure the cheap green wig was about to melt into his scalp. The hover-drone was still active, its unblinking red eye a silent, judgmental witness to his undignified landing, broadcasting his shame to thousands of viewers. Thinking fast, a desperate, ingrained instinct from his past life as an internet personality taking over, he scrambled to his feet. He struck a pose that was equal parts defiant and profoundly awkward, flashing a wobbly peace sign at the camera.
"T-that was supposed to happen!" he declared, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to project an aura of cool, calculated control. "It's a special... tactical landing!"
