This Is Gonna Be Rough

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

Above Elmora appeared a small blip. It came from a small, purple portal which promptly shut a mere moment after its cargo had been delivered. The blip turned out to be a small ship, broken apart into thousands of pieces of charred metal floating towards the planet. One large piece of debris, scarred and broken as it was, was alight with purple fire the same color as the portal. The center of the debris piece was a blackened hulk with a cockpit in the front.

Warning, engines offline.

Warning, life support offline.

Warning.... Warning... Warning...


His head hurt. He smelled smoke in the air. He couldn't breath. His head really hurt. It felt like he had an elder thrag standing on his skull. He opened his eyes and couldn't see a thing. He blinked once, twice, three times and finally he could see - barely. The cockpit was black except for where the electrical fires illuminated the area around them with an eerie glow. He staggered to his feet and flinched, quickly grabbing his ribcage. One, maybe two broken ribs, he thought to himself meekly. Maybe next time I should hold off on the drink...

Warning, microfusion drive offline.

He limped over to the control panel, flinching each time as blue sparks flew from the console. Half of the blasted thing was fried from some electrical surge. Zakary K'olar shook his head slightly and stumbled into the console. What the hell happened? He found himself wondering, and, more frightening then even his perilous situation, he found that he could not remember.

He shook himself mentally and began pushing buttons on the console, only to fall backwards as the rest of the console went up in flames as sparks erupted from it.

Warning, fire alert protocols not in effect.

"Stupid, useless Narrikian garbage." He muttered to himself as he looked around for the emergency reentry pack normally stationed in the cockpit of modern craft. At least he thought it was Narrikian tech. He couldn't quite remember and his brain hurt when he tried. Shit, he was in bad.

Warning, atmospheric reentry imminent.

"Shut the fuck up!" He shouted at the computerized voice echoing through the small cockpit and immediately regretted it. His head really fucking hurt.

He tripped over something hard and heavy and collapsed on the cold, dirty metal floor, crying out in pain as his ribs hit metal. He was just gonna stay there for a bit. It was comfortable, after you got used to your ribs throbbing, and it was nice, despite everything. Maybe if he went to sleep he would wake up and it would all be a dream. Maybe it would all be all right, he thought as the fires of his ship's lifeforce burned around him.

Maybe....

Suddenly, an image popped into his mind. A beautiful, dark haired woman with alabaster skin as smooth as satin wearing a black dress. She was gorgeous, her almond shaped eyes conveying mischief as she winked at him. Behind her a pair of feathery black wings sprouted from her back. She was beckoning him to come closer and she was smiling slightly. But... It was a sad smile and she was shaking her head. Wait... She was motioning for him to get up, not to come closer.

Sarah.

The word flashed through his mind as quick as lightning, and was gone doubly as quick. Even so, it gave his tired, sore limbs a burst of energy. He struggled, it was so hard. He fell back to the floor three times as the klaxons roared and the cybernetic voice blared inside the hull. Despite that, all he could hear was the echo of the word. He got to his feet, trembling all the while and looked behind him. He had tripped over the Emergency Reentry Unit. Cursing himself dully, he heaved the heavy metal unit up to chest height and attached it to him. It immediately wrapped around him and encased him in a metal suit of armor designed to allow the user to survive reentry during a crash landing.

The metal wrapped around him and he sighed in relief. Maybe I'll survive this yet, he thought ruefully. Around him, the remnants of the ship tore away as the stresses of the atmosphere ripped the weakened hull to shreds. A piece of the control console flew forward towards his face and then there was nothing, blissful silence. Except, there wasn't. The last thing to go through his mind before he sub combed to unconsciousness was that he had no idea who 'Sarah' was...


Sarah...

Most the debris burned up in the atmosphere, but down on the Earth Continent, some remained continued to fall through the sky unhindered by the intense heat. Zakary K'olar crash landed into the forest, creating a small crater and destroying three immense trees as he skid through the soft topsoil but he was alive.

Sarah...

[@Pokemon Master Red]

The Elemental that lived on he continent of Earth saw the flaming debris falling from the sky. Primarily of the Earth variety(this was their home, after all), they defended themselves with their magic, either burrowing into the ground or creating shields of stone. After it had stopped, and the crashing was finished, most of the Elemental who had burrowed resurfaced and the rock barriers were allowed to collapse down. Now, unlike most technologically primitive species, the Elemental were fully aware of life amongst the stars, and how they functioned; they didn't see this as some act of a vengeful deity, but as either a meteor impact or a crash-landing. And given the scale, in either case there might be people in need of help. Of course, not every Elemental made their way there, but a good amount of those who witnessed it made their way to help out.

"Hmm...Looks like it was a crash landing after all..." A Elemental Earth said as they approached one of the craters. Flames from the wreckage raged across some of the plantlife, which had been twisted and ripped apart by the crash. The flames themselves, thankfully, didn't appear to be spreading very far, but the Elemental gathered around understood that wouldn't be the case for long and a few got to work smothering the flames with dirt. The main segment of the wreckage was actually still in a tree it'd collided with; while many of the trees it hit were wrecked utterly, they'd slowed the ship down enough that it didn't entirely barrel through this one, instead caught in the topsection of the gargantuan, ravaged plant. Which, currently, was burning hotter than most of the surrounding pieces of wreckage that crashed onto the ground. A Elemental with red hair, eyes, and nails made his way towards the burning tree, stopping some of the others from getting too close, saying,"Stay back, I'll handle this! Im a Fire-Craft, this inferno wont touch me, but its not safe for you all."
He used a technique known to is people as Pyromorphism once he got close enough, opting to climb the tree up high enough as flame himself rather than risk falling at a height he wouldn't survive the fall from. Once up high enough, he concentrated, and drew the fires off from the wounded tree, bringing them into the air next to the trees ranches, but far enough that it wouldn't catch fire from any of its stray sparks, before he put the levitating flame out. The entire tree wasn't saved, of course, it would take much more time for that, but a pat was cleared to allow him to get to the ship itself and check for survivors(he may have been immune to fire, but just walking through would've put him at risk from the branches and wood in general having been weakened, definitely not good when yo aren't immune to gravity). Back on the ground they'd probably be checking the surroundings for anyone hurt by the crash, and of course help for anyone rendered homeless by the tree containing their house being destroyed, but up here was just him, approaching what appeared to be the hull of the ship, and looked for a way inside.

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

When one looked at the remains of the wreckage left after the crash it would be very hard to distinguish which piece went where and what piece might actually have once been something useful instead of some charred, twisted, blackened, blazing hot, vaguely metallic sheet. In other words, it would've been difficult for even those well versed in starship maintenance and repair. To those unfamiliar with such technology in its broken, ruined form recognition would have been nigh upon impossible.

What seemed to be the cockpit of the crashed craft was blacked, whatever paint that would've once covered its hull was long lost in the blazing heat of re-entry and crash. The fore was wedged firmly into the tree, while the aft was ripped apart, the edges where the hull used to connect with other parts of the ship were shorn off, leaving them jagged and razor sharp. The blast door that connected the cockpit to the rest of the ship was sealed firmly shut, its white plastic cover exterior showered in leaves and debris. While firmly shut, the door had a single large dent where it had came into contact with one of the massive branches of an unfortunate by-standard tree.

Inside the wreckage of the ship, it was dark. The glass foreshield that would normally convey the picaresque scenes of intergalactic travel, spacial phenomena or planets from orbit now conveyed the not-quite-as-picturesque scene of the inside of a tree. Occasionally the darkness would be interrupted by the cozy flickering of the electrical fires on the console terminals, giving the surrounding area a nice homely orange-of-death aura if one could get past the blood splatters on the wall and the sharp stench of burning ozone.  The room was in tatters, needless to say, (afterall no one has time to call the cleaning droid out right after an emergency crash landing), the bolted down command seat was wrenched up and thrown across the room, denting the walls. The consoles were burnt out, their contents spilled out onto the floor from the kinetic force of the impact.

And in the middle of the chaos of the room lay a man, encased in a metal suit, completely unconscious. The suit had a back pack, complete with a switch which conveniently said OFF in large, Zarethian font.

[@Pokemon Master Red]

The Elemental Fire made his way to the gouged and shredded aft of the ship. He knew he couldn't just get inside; a misstep and he'd end up impaled, after, all, so his channeled his magic to his hands and touched one of the sides of the spikes. Once his hand touched the metal, it began to glow red before oozing down and the edge losing its sharpness due to it melting. He tried to rip the metal off to throw it out of his way once it'd meted a bit, but despite its superheated, melting state the metal held firm to his pulling-clearly, the Tech Craft were strengthening their prowess with Metal at a exponential rate-and he knew it'd take too long to heat it enough for him to just pull it apart, so he chose instead to melt the jagged edges of the other shards away ad make it safer for him to enter. He did have to wait for the metal to cool when he was done, but only a little-the heat wouldn't hurt him, but he didn't want any of the molten metal to track onto him and cool while he was in the spaceship, which would effectively weld him to the floor until he melted himself free(which would no doubt cause OTHER problems once the interior of the ship began to melt or catch fire-much better to just wait enough time that its no longer a issue in the first place).

Once he was inside of the ship, he pressed his hand against a wall, then to the wall on the other side of the walkway-this time, instead of melting the ship, a line of cool, magic fire formed on both sides. The lines wouldn't burn anything he didn't want them to or spread beyond his whim, and he was using them to provide a more even source of light than the electrical fires by having them slowly burn their line along the ship's walls. It also served a second purpose, in that they remained where they'd already been burning, allowing him to know where he had and hadn't been in the labyrinth of halls and passageways on the inside of the ship. If he needed to find his way back, he could follow the flames backwards to his entrance, and he wouldn't start walking in circles because he'd know where he'd already been. As he went, he looked for anything that looked intact throughout the ship, whether or not it appeared to be of value-if anyone survived, they might want some of these things, and he didn't  know what was or wasn't valuable to these Tech-Craft, so he might as well take anything he could carry.

Eventually, he made it to the sturdy blast door, sealing the cockpit out from his reach. He was about to go back when he realized, it didn't appear to be the metal Tech-Craft use for the hulls of their ships. Instead, it appeared to be...Whatdotheycallit, eh, plastine or something? Probably a hard one, but...Well, one f the few hings he knew about the Tech-Craft's products was that this plaster stuff burned and melted a lot easier than metal. He held out his right pointer finger, which had a very small flame at the end of it and quickly made three swipes across the blast door's surface, each in a different direction, causing the plastic to hiss, glow red, and pop along the triangle he formed. Then he took a step back, spun, jetted his right leg faster with a burst of flame, and smashed the center of the glowing triangle with the heel of his foot, which let loose a burst of fire just to send a bit MORE force through the kick to rip a triangular hole through the door and allow him through.

He entered the room, noticing the mess but for the most part used to it(most likely, the entire ship was like this to some degree or another, and he'd been through most of the place, soooo). The most important aspect was the man in the center of the room though, thus far, was the only survivor(unless ye say otherwise, of course, you didn't really detail more than the cockpit of the ship so eh) he found, encased in the metal suit. He made his way to the man, trying and failing to move his heavy, heavy form. He looked over the suit, trying to find some hatch or release so he could get the guy out of it, then noticed the button and examined the strange, runic glyphs on it. "...Im certain this would be immensely important if I knew how to read..." He muttered, as he looked around for something else intact that looked vaguely like it might be able to help.

[Beware Ye Who Enter Here]

The plasticine door grew redhot and then melted from the point of impact onwards. The same happened with the metallic walls before it, albeit the process was somewhat slower. When he had made his way inside the cockpit, he would see a darkened area, illuminated mainly by the raging electrical fire on the main console and, now, the open door. The place was in ruins, sparks shooting out all over the electrical grid and various panels and electronic doodads completely annihilated.  In the center of the room was the man, wearing a metal suit, on the floor. When the Elemental tried to move him he groaned and muttered something starting with an S.

Around him, the Elemental could a small, red device with a nozzle attached to a blackened tube. There were long pieces of metal debris that could be used as prybars but most everything else in the room had lost its use when the ship decided to play chicken with a planetoid.