The sphere

The gravel road stretched out for miles, with nothing but desert on either side.
The scent of motor oil mingled with baking sand as the sun glinted off of silvery metal.
A sphere lay half-buried at the end of a long scrape upturned earth. Dark fluid seeped from a dent in the metal, and a squat figure studied it with golden eyes.
The creature shivered despite the desert heat, and lifted a black disc to the sphere's dent.
The disc released a shrill chirp and flashed red as strange runes covered the disc.
The creature gave a groan and shook his head. Where would he find the supplies necessary to repair this damage? He'd crashed in the middle of nowhere, on a strange world.
Turning away from the sphere, the creature lifted a gray hand to block the sun. Well, he'd have to pick a direction and start walking.
Marking the sun's path, he moved away from the sphere.
Hopefully the locals would have what he needed. Or something close enough that it could be modified.
If not, then he was stuck.