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- Posted: Sat, 26 Jul 2014 10:18:41 +0000
The sky was light and slightly peaceful. Wind blew and swayed less stable trees back and forth. The scenery was nice. It was reminiscent of what nature looked like before civilization, before ambition. It set the tone for things that were about to occur. Some things were about to go down, well, come down.
What seemed to be a rather odd star began to emanate it's radiant light upon the forest and environment around it. So pretty, like watching a shooting star. The only problem was, rather than shooting away, it was coming closer. What looked like a star began to gradually create more and more light within the sky. It shined brightly as it began to pick up vast amounts of velocity. Upon further inspection, it seemed to be on fire. Small parts of this, fireball, began to chip off and fall onto trees and down onto the forest canopy. The smell of burnt metal began to arise within the vicinity as the large fireball finally broke through the clouds and began to come crashing down towards the forest. It was at that second, large holes emitted from the bottom of the fireball, and what seemed to be jet streams of nitruos blasted against the velocity of gravity. It gave the fireball enough of a halt to where it crashed through a few trees, and skidded to a halt, about a mile before the end of the forest. Loud cracks and pops, the sound of trees falling. Afterwards, silence...and dust.
When the smoke cleared minutes later, there within the forest laid a small spacecraft. It was far smaller than its counter-parts, signaling it was made customly, and with less pull on valuable items. It didn't matter, it was virtually destroyed. The hatch bay door, however, flung open. Out of the smoke that arose from the darkness of the off-the-fritz cockpit, shot out a leg, then an arm, and then a whole body rolled out. How interesting. A young man, from the looks of it just reaching the end of his juvenile days. Caramel complected(sp?) skin that laid upon the ground as he coughed and spit up blood. [********] Said the young man as he slowly rose to his feet. About 6'3. He fixed his hair, taking time to put the back in a pony tail before speaking again. [******** ********] He yelled, looking at his shuttle, which was ruined beyond repair. He kicked a piece of metal into a rock and watched it land into a pile of dirt before gingerly reaching into the cockpit for some items. He winced as he hopped on one leg and grimaced as he laid his hands upon the hot metal. Not a smart move, but he had to get his s**t.
He retained his holster; which held his .44 Magnum and ion blaster, his sword, and a pair of headphones. Good enough. The rest of his belongings would have to wait until he could make a plan. Right now the importance was looking for a place. So he walked, and walked. Luckily his phresh shoes were able to withstand the unforgiving forest ground. It was when he reach the end of the forest that he saw the house. He gave a sigh of relief. "about time.." his low, meloncholy voice said as he made his way up the stairs; but of course not before reaching into his pocket, and lighting a joint. Oh yeah, he needed to relax. He took note of the power within and around the establishment. New area, New people, new predators. Same story, different environment. For now, however, he seemed to be safe. He limped in and took note of the buildings structure, they did a nice job. Looking down at his leg. Broken? no. Sprained and hurt like a mofo? hell yes. The young punk would reach into his back pocket and pull out a pair of small red rubies and place them on the bar counter. This should suffice for the night. He made his way to the fireplace, specifically the two love seat where he would finish his joint. He took his shades out from his pocket; relieved they weren't crushed from the crash, put them on, and fell asleep. Assuming he wasn't alone when he awoke he would have to do some recon and explanations, but for now, he rested.
What seemed to be a rather odd star began to emanate it's radiant light upon the forest and environment around it. So pretty, like watching a shooting star. The only problem was, rather than shooting away, it was coming closer. What looked like a star began to gradually create more and more light within the sky. It shined brightly as it began to pick up vast amounts of velocity. Upon further inspection, it seemed to be on fire. Small parts of this, fireball, began to chip off and fall onto trees and down onto the forest canopy. The smell of burnt metal began to arise within the vicinity as the large fireball finally broke through the clouds and began to come crashing down towards the forest. It was at that second, large holes emitted from the bottom of the fireball, and what seemed to be jet streams of nitruos blasted against the velocity of gravity. It gave the fireball enough of a halt to where it crashed through a few trees, and skidded to a halt, about a mile before the end of the forest. Loud cracks and pops, the sound of trees falling. Afterwards, silence...and dust.
When the smoke cleared minutes later, there within the forest laid a small spacecraft. It was far smaller than its counter-parts, signaling it was made customly, and with less pull on valuable items. It didn't matter, it was virtually destroyed. The hatch bay door, however, flung open. Out of the smoke that arose from the darkness of the off-the-fritz cockpit, shot out a leg, then an arm, and then a whole body rolled out. How interesting. A young man, from the looks of it just reaching the end of his juvenile days. Caramel complected(sp?) skin that laid upon the ground as he coughed and spit up blood. [********] Said the young man as he slowly rose to his feet. About 6'3. He fixed his hair, taking time to put the back in a pony tail before speaking again. [******** ********] He yelled, looking at his shuttle, which was ruined beyond repair. He kicked a piece of metal into a rock and watched it land into a pile of dirt before gingerly reaching into the cockpit for some items. He winced as he hopped on one leg and grimaced as he laid his hands upon the hot metal. Not a smart move, but he had to get his s**t.
He retained his holster; which held his .44 Magnum and ion blaster, his sword, and a pair of headphones. Good enough. The rest of his belongings would have to wait until he could make a plan. Right now the importance was looking for a place. So he walked, and walked. Luckily his phresh shoes were able to withstand the unforgiving forest ground. It was when he reach the end of the forest that he saw the house. He gave a sigh of relief. "about time.." his low, meloncholy voice said as he made his way up the stairs; but of course not before reaching into his pocket, and lighting a joint. Oh yeah, he needed to relax. He took note of the power within and around the establishment. New area, New people, new predators. Same story, different environment. For now, however, he seemed to be safe. He limped in and took note of the buildings structure, they did a nice job. Looking down at his leg. Broken? no. Sprained and hurt like a mofo? hell yes. The young punk would reach into his back pocket and pull out a pair of small red rubies and place them on the bar counter. This should suffice for the night. He made his way to the fireplace, specifically the two love seat where he would finish his joint. He took his shades out from his pocket; relieved they weren't crushed from the crash, put them on, and fell asleep. Assuming he wasn't alone when he awoke he would have to do some recon and explanations, but for now, he rested.