Venusian Scum

Venus, choked by its own fury, forced me to flee. I was the last of my kind, crammed into a rusted-out escape pod with nothing left to carry but momentum. I left Venus in a coffin with thrusters. They call me Tombwave Barbarian now.
Venusian Scum is what spilled out on the way down: fragments of the burn, the illusion of hope, and the moment everything gave out.
Earth was waiting. Gravity did the rest.