Crash Course

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

In the upper atmosphere of the planet a small vessel appeared out of a gaping, purple portal. The vessel was a gunmetal gray and blocky, it bore no discernable weaponry and no insignia except the white letters painted on the outside The Skyward Pheonix. And, like its namesake, it was burning. Smoke poured from its many wounds, debris spilled out into the upper atmosphere where it began to slowly burn and disentagrate as the ship itself began to fall towards the center of gravity, the planet.

The ship would crash a short way from a settlement of the natives, parts of it falling apart on impact and the engines exploding, sending white hot shards of shrapnel and hull bits in a radius of over a hundred meters. Out of the smoking hulk limped a shadow, a humanoid, heavily burnt, his blue jumpsuit falling apart from the heat, his head half bare.

The stranger, the survivor, walked, limped and then crawled far as far away as he could manage before he collapsed from pain and exhaustion. The core exploded, incinerating any who were still inside and sending bits of charred flesh, white hot metal and miscellaneous gear all over the place.

[Capxeno]

The Wayword recorded the crash, but as per their treaty with the native only Fold warped away any debris that would have damaged local wildlife. The rest was left to the locals. Minimal interferences was maintained by the Wayword on Autumnavia. As the Survivor was also removed to preserve on-interference. The Survivor, was folded into an Office of a local Officer, with a blanket and tea.

[UnStellar]

Locals were quick to respond, curious as they were. Some of them carried weapons, but they came peaceably enough, examining the wreckage and trying to piece together what would happen.

Almost instantly, will o' wisps began flickering and dancing a maddening dance around the tower, hitting the siding. Smoke began to envelop it, lights flickering eerily inside of it.

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

The man was badly burned, but his injuries weren't exactly life threatening with the right care. He mumbled in his troubled sleep. His face was pale except for where it had been burned and the hair that wasn't burnt off was a caramel color. His clothing was literally falling apart with each troubled movement and the slowly healing sections of his back were being torn open as he rolled and tossed and turned.

But then, he awoke. His eyes flickered open and the emerald orbs glazed over from the pain as he regained his conscious thought processes. He began to moan and rolled over onto his stomach, splitting open some more of the tender, red flesh as he did.

[Capxeno]

Medical staff were tending to the man, the Wayword had advanced medical techniques. The man's life was no longer in danger, the main reason he was brought here was to ascertain his intentions and to understand why he was here. If he meant to disturb the local population he would peacefully he escorted out of the system. Otherwise, he was welcome to live in the tower, use their facilities.

Strange as it was to imagine, the Wayword on Autumnavia were not the same as the rest. Caliph was in command here, and he say to how things were ran here. Although he was away on some sort of business. Eight years of his command had an effect on the Wayword here, the Wayword that Had expanded to Nodia were under Caliph Generals, whom Caliph trusted, a trust that was misplaced. While, yes Caliph wished for explanation, their method of expansion he would not have agreed with, but he trusted his generals to have their own strategies and protocols.

So here on Autumvania, otherworlders would be treated with the utmost respect, were else where they would even get so much as a return transmission and slavery.

The Officer would wait while the medical staff tended to the man and while he did or did not regain consciousness.

A number of Wayword Scholars went out to the wreckage site, dressed plainly, and explained their senor readings, and the situation with the stranger to the natives.

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

The man woke, eyelids once again flickering open more but this time he felt the cool, soothing relief of his back being almost fully healed. He blinked once or twice, clenched and unclenched his fingers and sat up. His vision blurred and his head spun but that soon went away. He felt his back with his hand, rubbed it, feeling the fresh, new skin.

"Where am I?" He asked, more to himself then the officer. He remember fleeing, his ship was badly damaged but that was all.