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<font color="afa1a1]-- Three Minutes Before Impact --[/font]
<font color="c5289e]Impact Imminent -- Impact Imminent[/font]
The singular warning blared throughout the cockpit as a blonde haired, golden eyed man in a less than calm manner pulled at the directional controls as hard as he could.
<font color="d4a017]Of course I'm going to die like this.[/font]
His craft would careen into some desolate jungle world where likely his grave would become overgrown before having a chance to be discovered. It suited him though, at least it was poetic in that sense; even if it was not quite how he wanted his life to come to a close. Breaking through the cloud layer the ground truly was approaching rapidly. Just in the far reaches of his sight was there an oddity, a break in what had been but a sea of vegetation to reveal a sizable cityscape, by no means a sprawling empire, but it was better than nothing which is what he had figured this place to contain.
Looks like this wasn't how it would end. Cracking a grin, Azreal simply needed to survive colliding with the endless canopy of trees, then he could deal with whatever sort of populace this rock possessed; it wouldn't be so easy a task though, and he knew it. There was no getting around the fact that his ship was going down, the engines were barely functional, and his gyro stabilizers were just operational enough to keep the small fighter from spiraling through its plunge. At the very least he'd managed to level out the descent so he wasn't going to to explode on impact from the sheer force, actually that was still rather possible considering all of the thick branches he'd the vessel would be flying through, but it was best to cross his fingers and hope for the best.
Fuck, he'd run out of time to plan exactly how to keep himself from being shaken apart from by what would be anything but a soft landing.
Spinning around in his chair, Azreal tensed up and vanished within his clothing. Then the warnings ceased as heated steel met with a wall of organic in a violent crash creating a terrifying wail. There came no immediate fiery extinction, but passing by the sturdy trees had more than left their mark on the craft ripping sections of the hull completely off as well as half of a wing. As the nose tore into the grass and dirt the one of the engines disconnected, but with it still active it ended up leaving a trail of smoke behind it as it flew off into the sky overhead. Tempered glass meant to resist the buffet of superfine space particles shattered and showered the interior with razor fine shards, but when all was said and done, the mangled mess finally ground to a halt.
The personal transport ship was arguably in one piece, and sure there was likely a fire or two, but it was at least recognizable.
<font color="afa1a1]-- One Hour Before Impact --[/font]
Azreal Dren considered himself intelligent enough to be passed over in consideration for this line of work. Political assassination, sure character assassination, doubly so, his kind were made for subterfuge; to gain information often through illicit methods was just another day in his book. So why was he in charge of delivering a package? He was not some two-bit courier! His jobs were becoming sparse as of late, and when he received this latest mission dossier he was actually offended. Still, one did not turn down orders, not here anyways. The pickup had gone off without a hitch, but the destination lie through a stretch of the void deemed anything but secure. This was to be expected considering the nature of what sensitive, and likely highly illegal materials he was carrying. What resided inside the lockbox wasn't for him to know, nor did he desire even a glimpse at the contents. He valued guarded secrets as much as the next shifter, but some were not worth the price to learn, this certainly one of them.
The eighth jump of thirteen was as routine as the last seven. Coming out of warp, the silver and black clad vessel identified as the Varion-II was alone in its surroundings. Empty space like most of what he'd find for light years in any direction as far as visual perception was concerned. Even the stars in the distance were but barely vibrant blips. The system required several minutes to calculate the next hyperspace slip, but it was all automated and needed no input from Azreal to do its job. Sitting comfortably in the captain's seat, he was reading through interstellar news feeds as he often did to pass the hours this journey was taking. There were stories of note, especially where the organization he was a part of had a hand in without making the headlines directly. They were eating up entire quadrants of various galaxies piece by piece without most even noticing, wouldn't be long now till the rug was pulled out from everyone. What would happen then was anyone's guess though, certainly they were not the only powerhouse at this stage.
Putting a crack in the lull that had formed, sensors picked up another ship within nearby vicinity, which immediately gave cause for Azreal to sit upright and take personal command. No one should be out this far, unless they were on business such as his, or because of him. Neither were a pleasant prospect.
He wasn't ready to make a jump yet, another minute or so, or else his exit from the warp would be far off route. Azreal was in an unassuming transport craft, and it played the part perfectly without having a single weapon that would do much against what was clearly a starfighter as it came up on the screen. There came no message, just a single volley of energy beams, not accurate, but probably in an attempt to frighten Azreal, to have him try and surrender, or flee aimlessly. Even after the first attack, he received no contact, nor expected to. They were locking on now, the next strike would not miss their mark. If he ran, they'd hit him from behind and tear straight through the craft, if he tried yield and appease to whatever demands they likely did not have, the result would be the same. Instead he took the only option available, slamming the warpdrive into activation, the ship lurched awkwardly forward as a brilliant blue hole was ripped in the fabric of the cosmos. Azreal was not entirely certain on where he'd end up, but by far it held better prospects than the missile that had been shot off at him.
"<font color="d4a017]Come on, come on.[/font]" He cried out watching the radar at the impeding projectile seeking to end him. Entering the slipstream, he couldn't help but let out a sigh while the portal closed behind, sweat having collected on his brow from the tension. Only the beeping from his console had not silenced. Golden orbs looking frightfully down at the truth of the matter, he gripped the fine leather of his chair tightly.
It had followed him through, and though it couldn't reach him in this physics defying plane, would certainly hit the second he came out from warp. A calculative creature, Azreal ran by the possible scenarios in his head as to what outcomes could possibly unfold. He could outright be destroyed by the missile, which was all in all, likely what would occur. Even if he were not annihilated. His vessel would be crippled, likely in a null sector, or at best a class 5 zone, which contained so few inhabitable worlds that they were never worth the trip through. Digits weaved themselves between well groomed locks as he eyed the seconds before his ship by association himself would face its fate. As he determined when the Varion breached the spacial tunnel, time caught up and an explosion rocked the body of spaceship. Alerts sounded off at the damage done, but this was far better than being torn apart, all the more, there was a sustainable system before him.
Perhaps a bit too close as the gravity was dragging the battered wreck downward through the atmosphere.
<font color="afa1a1]-- Present --[/font]
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Sparks crackled all around as things settled, panels had fallen from the walls and overhead to expose loose and now frayed wiring. Within Azreal's jacket popped the head of a small stone faced alien a colorful array of browns in hue. A more recent addition to his catalog. He preferred the faces of humans from back home, but spending more and more of his days off in the stars required a few new faces, and this one could take a beating like no other. Shifting back into his attire with ease that could only be defined as magical, he wasted not a moment in gathering his bearings. Best to remove himself from the craft, it still had the potential to become an unstable detonation. Out of the destroyed window, he leaped without a worry for the height of which he had to fall. There were more forms for him to take for all manners of danger if need be, as he'd come to respect over the years. Mid air he'd take the form of a wide winged owl and glide to the forest floor below, seamlessly reverting back to his base appearance with a new set of clothes. Glancing back at the crash he'd left behind, couldn't help but put a damper on the situation. Even in survival things were going to be that much more difficult without a means to leave this planet. "<font color="d4a017]I wonder how far off I landed from that city?[/font]" His musings were spoken as though alone, unique oculars scanning the full circle around him as he though it would help make sense of the dense treeline. A trio of suns above blazed a miserable heat even through the thicket of leaves, and he pulled at his tie to loosen it in response. If it was always this bad, then he was beyond inappropriately dressed. All Azreal could do was move onward, and perhaps set up a camp of sorts. If his ship didn't happen to blow up, he could come back to scavenge for parts.
Placing the Varion behind him, Azreal trekked forward truly without much aim, but the second he put the wreckage out of his vision he took a moment to lean against one of the many trees. Today had been a drain on him, and there was no foreseeable ease coming soon. Dropping his head, strands of gold fell into his face following a long exhale. "<font color="d4a017]What a mess.[/font]"
<font color="afa1a1]-- Three Minutes Before Impact --[/font]
<font color="c5289e]Impact Imminent -- Impact Imminent[/font]
The singular warning blared throughout the cockpit as a blonde haired, golden eyed man in a less than calm manner pulled at the directional controls as hard as he could.
<font color="d4a017]Of course I'm going to die like this.[/font]
His craft would careen into some desolate jungle world where likely his grave would become overgrown before having a chance to be discovered. It suited him though, at least it was poetic in that sense; even if it was not quite how he wanted his life to come to a close. Breaking through the cloud layer the ground truly was approaching rapidly. Just in the far reaches of his sight was there an oddity, a break in what had been but a sea of vegetation to reveal a sizable cityscape, by no means a sprawling empire, but it was better than nothing which is what he had figured this place to contain.
Looks like this wasn't how it would end. Cracking a grin, Azreal simply needed to survive colliding with the endless canopy of trees, then he could deal with whatever sort of populace this rock possessed; it wouldn't be so easy a task though, and he knew it. There was no getting around the fact that his ship was going down, the engines were barely functional, and his gyro stabilizers were just operational enough to keep the small fighter from spiraling through its plunge. At the very least he'd managed to level out the descent so he wasn't going to to explode on impact from the sheer force, actually that was still rather possible considering all of the thick branches he'd the vessel would be flying through, but it was best to cross his fingers and hope for the best.
Fuck, he'd run out of time to plan exactly how to keep himself from being shaken apart from by what would be anything but a soft landing.
Spinning around in his chair, Azreal tensed up and vanished within his clothing. Then the warnings ceased as heated steel met with a wall of organic in a violent crash creating a terrifying wail. There came no immediate fiery extinction, but passing by the sturdy trees had more than left their mark on the craft ripping sections of the hull completely off as well as half of a wing. As the nose tore into the grass and dirt the one of the engines disconnected, but with it still active it ended up leaving a trail of smoke behind it as it flew off into the sky overhead. Tempered glass meant to resist the buffet of superfine space particles shattered and showered the interior with razor fine shards, but when all was said and done, the mangled mess finally ground to a halt.
The personal transport ship was arguably in one piece, and sure there was likely a fire or two, but it was at least recognizable.
<font color="afa1a1]-- One Hour Before Impact --[/font]
Azreal Dren considered himself intelligent enough to be passed over in consideration for this line of work. Political assassination, sure character assassination, doubly so, his kind were made for subterfuge; to gain information often through illicit methods was just another day in his book. So why was he in charge of delivering a package? He was not some two-bit courier! His jobs were becoming sparse as of late, and when he received this latest mission dossier he was actually offended. Still, one did not turn down orders, not here anyways. The pickup had gone off without a hitch, but the destination lie through a stretch of the void deemed anything but secure. This was to be expected considering the nature of what sensitive, and likely highly illegal materials he was carrying. What resided inside the lockbox wasn't for him to know, nor did he desire even a glimpse at the contents. He valued guarded secrets as much as the next shifter, but some were not worth the price to learn, this certainly one of them.
The eighth jump of thirteen was as routine as the last seven. Coming out of warp, the silver and black clad vessel identified as the Varion-II was alone in its surroundings. Empty space like most of what he'd find for light years in any direction as far as visual perception was concerned. Even the stars in the distance were but barely vibrant blips. The system required several minutes to calculate the next hyperspace slip, but it was all automated and needed no input from Azreal to do its job. Sitting comfortably in the captain's seat, he was reading through interstellar news feeds as he often did to pass the hours this journey was taking. There were stories of note, especially where the organization he was a part of had a hand in without making the headlines directly. They were eating up entire quadrants of various galaxies piece by piece without most even noticing, wouldn't be long now till the rug was pulled out from everyone. What would happen then was anyone's guess though, certainly they were not the only powerhouse at this stage.
Putting a crack in the lull that had formed, sensors picked up another ship within nearby vicinity, which immediately gave cause for Azreal to sit upright and take personal command. No one should be out this far, unless they were on business such as his, or because of him. Neither were a pleasant prospect.
He wasn't ready to make a jump yet, another minute or so, or else his exit from the warp would be far off route. Azreal was in an unassuming transport craft, and it played the part perfectly without having a single weapon that would do much against what was clearly a starfighter as it came up on the screen. There came no message, just a single volley of energy beams, not accurate, but probably in an attempt to frighten Azreal, to have him try and surrender, or flee aimlessly. Even after the first attack, he received no contact, nor expected to. They were locking on now, the next strike would not miss their mark. If he ran, they'd hit him from behind and tear straight through the craft, if he tried yield and appease to whatever demands they likely did not have, the result would be the same. Instead he took the only option available, slamming the warpdrive into activation, the ship lurched awkwardly forward as a brilliant blue hole was ripped in the fabric of the cosmos. Azreal was not entirely certain on where he'd end up, but by far it held better prospects than the missile that had been shot off at him.
"<font color="d4a017]Come on, come on.[/font]" He cried out watching the radar at the impeding projectile seeking to end him. Entering the slipstream, he couldn't help but let out a sigh while the portal closed behind, sweat having collected on his brow from the tension. Only the beeping from his console had not silenced. Golden orbs looking frightfully down at the truth of the matter, he gripped the fine leather of his chair tightly.
It had followed him through, and though it couldn't reach him in this physics defying plane, would certainly hit the second he came out from warp. A calculative creature, Azreal ran by the possible scenarios in his head as to what outcomes could possibly unfold. He could outright be destroyed by the missile, which was all in all, likely what would occur. Even if he were not annihilated. His vessel would be crippled, likely in a null sector, or at best a class 5 zone, which contained so few inhabitable worlds that they were never worth the trip through. Digits weaved themselves between well groomed locks as he eyed the seconds before his ship by association himself would face its fate. As he determined when the Varion breached the spacial tunnel, time caught up and an explosion rocked the body of spaceship. Alerts sounded off at the damage done, but this was far better than being torn apart, all the more, there was a sustainable system before him.
Perhaps a bit too close as the gravity was dragging the battered wreck downward through the atmosphere.
<font color="afa1a1]-- Present --[/font]
<img style="" src="http://i.imgur.com/6PaHdcm.jpg" style="max-width:100%;]
Sparks crackled all around as things settled, panels had fallen from the walls and overhead to expose loose and now frayed wiring. Within Azreal's jacket popped the head of a small stone faced alien a colorful array of browns in hue. A more recent addition to his catalog. He preferred the faces of humans from back home, but spending more and more of his days off in the stars required a few new faces, and this one could take a beating like no other. Shifting back into his attire with ease that could only be defined as magical, he wasted not a moment in gathering his bearings. Best to remove himself from the craft, it still had the potential to become an unstable detonation. Out of the destroyed window, he leaped without a worry for the height of which he had to fall. There were more forms for him to take for all manners of danger if need be, as he'd come to respect over the years. Mid air he'd take the form of a wide winged owl and glide to the forest floor below, seamlessly reverting back to his base appearance with a new set of clothes. Glancing back at the crash he'd left behind, couldn't help but put a damper on the situation. Even in survival things were going to be that much more difficult without a means to leave this planet. "<font color="d4a017]I wonder how far off I landed from that city?[/font]" His musings were spoken as though alone, unique oculars scanning the full circle around him as he though it would help make sense of the dense treeline. A trio of suns above blazed a miserable heat even through the thicket of leaves, and he pulled at his tie to loosen it in response. If it was always this bad, then he was beyond inappropriately dressed. All Azreal could do was move onward, and perhaps set up a camp of sorts. If his ship didn't happen to blow up, he could come back to scavenge for parts.
Placing the Varion behind him, Azreal trekked forward truly without much aim, but the second he put the wreckage out of his vision he took a moment to lean against one of the many trees. Today had been a drain on him, and there was no foreseeable ease coming soon. Dropping his head, strands of gold fell into his face following a long exhale. "<font color="d4a017]What a mess.[/font]"
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