Red Dawn
06-03-11, 06:24 AM
Name: Dale “Red Dawn” Russell
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Android
Hair Color: Brown, short cut
Eye Color: Black
Height: 6’ 3”
Weight: 225 lbs
Build: muscular, athletic
Language: Universal translator allows for all languages once adequately heard and understood
Occupation: Bounty Hunter, mercenary
Class: Mage, Archer
Sub-class: Gun mage: Gun mage is a mere term to describe the type of way magic is typically cast by the character, not implying the need for a gun. Dale can use ranged weapons such as a crossbow in place of a firearm.
Personality
Laid back, blunt, and a scoundrel are the best way to describe him. His morals lie almost exclusively in the gray, with no affiliation to country or any group of people. A bounty hunters roll in life is to be impartial and do what needs to be done. Greed and material goods are always a good way to get on Dale’s good side. Money speaks, and makes the world go round, his services and his intentions can be swayed for the correct price. He really doesn’t like peace for an extended period of time; though down time days and alcohol filled nights is never a bad thing. Dale loves expensive cigars, but doesn’t get them often. Instead he wraps his own cigarettes and keeps them in a small case in his pocket.
The bounty hunter hates neko’s and other types of humanoid animal type creatures. He is discriminatory towards dwarves and elves, especially the up-tight ones, and can’t stand to be around or deal with orks or vampires (or anything related to them).
Appearance
Dale wears a long-sleeve white shirt, buttoned up at the center. He has a thin leather vest over his shirt, with pockets on the chest and two small pockets for loose coins on the bottom. His pants are loose, dark black, and tucked into a pair of leather combat boots. One belt is used to hold up his pants, and hang his coin pouch from. Another belt is worn low on his hips, from which both holsters are held on. The last two are crossed on his hips, used to hold up whatever else he carries with him including sheathes, quivers, and other equipment. Over everything he wears a leather duster, with small parts of scrapped leather armor attached to the shoulders like make-shift pauldrons. He also has a large, firm leather cowboy hat.
His body is muscular, his body mostly slouched at all times, and his scruffy beard is kept short but never carefully maintained.
Skills
Quick Draw: Dale can easily draw his weapon quickly from its sheath
Dead Aim: Dale is very good at using his weapon, aiming his crossbow, and putting bolts where they need to be (especially in a hurry). He is a skilled archer (with bow or crossbow), though hardly a master of the weapon. However, he has nearly mastered pistols (rifled), is damn good with a combat rifle, and scary accurate with a sniper rifle. In the world of Althanas, rifled weapons mean nothing though, Dale has never actually handled or fired a musket of any kind…
Knife skills: The bounty hunter is deft with a blade, and knows more than which side goes where. He has figured out more than his fair share of ways to kill with a big knife, and has used it more times than he can count. Bloody messes the blade makes, but it sometimes is the only way to deal with… ‘issues’
Horsemanship: Dale is a good rider, though hates saddles and had never seen a horse before crashing on Althanas.
Dexterity: He is adept at dodging and avoiding attacks, since he’s not weighed down by armor, though this has no additional agility or dexterity other than what would be expected of a normal human.
Throwing weapons: While he’s not as good at using thrown melee weapons as he is at shooting a crossbow, Dale is practiced with the use of throwing knives or axes/hatchets.
Knowledge (arcana): He can read magical scrolls and/or understand texts that are written at his level or below in a magical text.
Abilities/Spells
Strength of Will: Being an android has its perks. First and foremost, they are hard to kill. Their ability to withstand damage is more important than anything else is. They can take a good deal of damage, without losing the ability or will to fight. Twice as physically resistant than a normal human.
Imbue projectile: Dale is able to pass a spell he can use into the bolt/arrow/bullet and imbue that projectile with the spell. It is most often is used for area of effect spells, but can be used for basic spells as well.
Gravity Manipulation: However slight, Dale is able to manipulate the gravity within a few inches of himself. He can cause a slight alteration to cause people to be drawn to him (attractive gravity), or to be pushed away from him within five inches of his body only (repulsive gravity). Strong attacks (such as a heavy blade being swung at him) and quick attacks (such as a rapier thrust or incoming arrow) can be slightly diverted enough to avoid a deadly strike, but not thrown off completely. The other side of the coin is that Dale can hold his ground much better than most, making himself slightly more “dense” and able to withstand gusts, or when grappling keep the person closer to him and have a harder time pulling away.
Small cantrips: He can light candles, make small objects float, inane magical tricks that are more for playing around than anything else. No offensive purposes or uses.
Weaknesses
Inability to swim: being an android, he doesn’t like water at all, and never “learned” how to swim to begin with. So, large bodies of water bother him more than anything else.
Electricity: A good jolt, and his sensors and abilities are all but fried. It may take a couple jolts from a normal caster to get him down for good, but one super charged strike of electricity (like a lightning bolt) and the computer systems that so delicately keep his synthetic mind working will be shut down. It will take days, once struck to the point of a blackout, for him to reboot his systems. However, even a lesser strike can cause his mind to not function properly, and in turn he’ll end up having to spend a good while trying to reboot the systems that were knocked offline.
Equipment
1 – Steel bowie knife. 9.5 inches long, 14 inches overall, leather wrapped handle, 3 pounds
1 – Iron tomahawk with oak handle. 18 inches long, 8 inch head, 2 inch spike on the back, almost 2 pounds, handle wrapped in leather, balanced
2 – Oak pistol crossbow. 2 pounds, 7 inches long, accurate to 50 yards, 80 pound draw, bolts travel almost 200 feet per second, pinpoint accuracy (in the right hands) to 25 yards.
15 – Regular headed crossbow bolts (simple point, no barbs). Oak shaft with iron head.
2 – Leather gloves that go up to his elbows without covering on his trigger finger
1 – Set of clothing (including duster with make-shift pauldrons and leather hat)
Notes on an Android
An android is as much as what they can be called. Intergalactic space creatures, from another world, Dale is made with parts of mechanized bots and genetically altered cells. He has the ability to see in the dark, with a specific lens that covers his eyes and allows for low light vision, though not “no light” vision. Android is just a specific, known name for what Dale is. He is more or less a human, with extra weight and certain abilities that aren’t normal compared to humans. In general, however, he looks like any other human. He must eat food in order to synthesize the nutrition from it, however he is able to draw nearly 90% of the full value of nutrition from eating making him more efficient and able to go much longer without food than a normal human before ill effects begin. Similarly, he does not require water or liquids of any sort, though he does find joy in drinking alcohol. Finally, his sleep patterns are irregular, needing only the sunlight to assist in his upkeep (and when not available he can use the stores of nutrients from the food), so he does not require sleep so long as he has other means of keeping himself running.
If he is injured internally, and it cannot be readily fixed, he MUST be able to find a portion of metal that is equivalent or higher grade and quality than what he already has. By ingesting it, he is able to break it down and disperse it throughout his body to repair damage (cannot be done during a battle in any way). This only applies to the gears and smaller components that sit in his ‘brain’ as well as the smallest of components that create the hinges of his joints. His ‘flesh’ is a synthetic polymer which will mend itself over a period of time equivalent to the damage it has received (even a small cut can take a few days to mend, no different than a wound closing on a human). His ‘blood’ is a mix of oxygen and multiple other forms of chemicals, all of which he can draw from food he consumes. However, just like anything else, loss of too much blood and he will degrade like any other being. His ‘bones’ are made of a chitin like material, just as fragile as a normal human’s.
Dale, oddly enough, has the ability to draw in the magical forces of nature itself from around him. His “magic” is based on harnessing the natural elements and forces that are on the planet itself. Perhaps it is coincidence that this ability manifested itself on Althanas, or perhaps it is because the luxury of having a rifled weapon is no longer present, whatever the case his abilities are beginning to express themselves over time.
History
“Have you ever seen the horizon so vibrant, vivid, and yet so dead?”
Dale looked over the trench, his dark eyes scanning the open ground. At his side the fresh recruit gripped his scoped rifle with a white knuckled grip, his eyes wide despite the depth of night. A human, the recruit was part of the dragon corps and one of the few humans who were fighting on the battlefield. Unlike the man at his side, Dale was an android, a servant of his creators. He smiled his mechanical smile at the poor human and shrugged, letting his light sensitive lenses slip across his cold black eyes. A quick peek over the lip of the trench and he could see the light of the sun fading, spreading a stunning spray of oranges and deep red hues across the scarred lands. Pockmarked and filled with the decaying bodies of the dead, the battlefield was a sad sight to behold.
“You take pleasure in this putrefying example of humanities malcontent? I find it messed up.” Dale’s words were muttered under his breath, but the depth of his meaning was hard to misunderstand. The recruit shrugged and shook his head, lifting his rifle to the lip of the trench and peering through the scope. As far as the magnified vision could allow him to see there were only bodies and a burnt rock. “To me, this is little more than a perfect reason for me to exist. You are one of the few humans on this line, miles of drones like me with a scattering of humans to tell us what to do. This war is going to kill every living being on this planet if it continues.”
The third World War had triggered massive climate change, starvation, a world devoted to the bloodthirsty and warmongering. Countless millions had lost their lives, countries had been destroyed or set on the path of decay, and what humans remained were hiding in deep bunkers giving orders to the unlucky that were sent to the front lines. Missiles rained from the sky almost as often as the massive lightning storms struck and quakes from the unloved planet trembled. Satellites were being used to deliver warheads against each other and against the civilian populations of either nation in order to break the will of the warriors. Adaptation of technology to create a force of mechanical warriors was the only reason the war continued androids to fight a war that their creators forced upon them.
Months later, fighting had built to a point of escalation, leaving only the androids on the field of battle as the few humans that remained were all but deceased. With no ‘living’ remaining on the battlefield, the leaders of the Great Alliance decided that there was nothing left keeping them from using their nuclear warheads and other weapons of mass destruction. The last ditch effort of the warring parties made the other sides also launch their warheads, and the world’s destruction was sealed.
“Hurry, get on board!” Dale hurried the few remaining people onto the ship, its drives firing up even before the thirty doors across its hull were closed. Missiles were in the air, waiting to rain down upon the world and seeking any target that showed a sign of life. The android, part of the security detail to clean up after all had been evacuated, was scooped up by the surging crowd and thrown into the hull of the ship. Boots, bags, toys held by tots all struck Dale as he tried to stand, unable to move because of the amounts of people. Through the crowd he could see the growing daylight, flickering on the horizon, hidden behind waves of mushroom clouds growing closer. A red dawn approached. The planet rumbled its disgruntlement, cracks and fissures parting the rocks and mountains, opening up to absorb the long dead trees. “Hurry!”
The ship shifted unsteadily at first; rocking as the landing gear lost its footing while the engines were still trying to gain full power to lift the Ark of Humanity. Eventually the doors closed, stranding thousands as hundreds more tried to cling onto the lip of the ramps while they rose. Dale was left laying at the edge of the bay, watching the panic, shaking his head as the people that he was created to protect killed each other. In moments darkness took hold, the light of the warheads and fading sun gone, leaving the mechanical eyes of the android to adjust to the unnatural light of the Ark. He felt the surge of power when the engines finally booted, spewing the last of the fossil fuels left from the planet in an effort to escape it.
All seemed as if the ship would be free, finally lift from the world and leave behind the destruction. Where it would go, nobody knew. Scientists had furiously been attempting to find a hospitable planet for years, when they were not busy creating a new weapon to be unleashed against the enemy. No world had been discovered, and to nobody’s surprise the destination of the Ark was uncertain. Dozens of other ships just like it were taking to the sky; almost two dozen of the most technologically advanced cultures had created them as a precaution. Only a handful made it off the planet before being destroyed, either by warheads or by unstable conditions.
“You, android, you aren’t supposed to be here.” Even with the wailing and distraught passengers, humans all, Dale had been pinpointed easily. He shed no tears, he could not cry even if he had wanted to, and he did not cry out, there were none that he cared for. Soldiers of the Dragon Corps picked him up and took him away from the door, removing his weapons as they dragged him to a small pod. A stasis chamber, of sorts, one created to send a negative pulse of specific electricity through the body of an android and effectively cutting it off. “We could have had one more human on this ship; instead we have your sorry ass.”
Dale’s last vision was the clear door closing, watching as the soldier spat on it. The electric current streamed through his body and he was effectively shut down, eyes wide open but unable to see a thing…
What transpired after he was removed from the human population is uncertain. As far as he can tell he was the only ‘lucky’ one to have a pod designed for him. Perhaps it was a warhead that followed the ship into the atmosphere, struck it just as it made its way into space. Perhaps it was a satellite that registered the fleeing Ark as a valid and hostile target. Whatever the case, the ship was destroyed as was the planet it fled; only his pod had been jettisoned. How many years passed before it struck the upper atmosphere of Althanas is unknown, the un-aging android showed no signs of time. His open eyes finally regained sight when the pod struck land, on the edge of the Concordian forest. Althanas would be his new home, and his past would be nothing more than a series of memories trapped in his synthetic mind.
Age: 28
Gender: Male
Race: Android
Hair Color: Brown, short cut
Eye Color: Black
Height: 6’ 3”
Weight: 225 lbs
Build: muscular, athletic
Language: Universal translator allows for all languages once adequately heard and understood
Occupation: Bounty Hunter, mercenary
Class: Mage, Archer
Sub-class: Gun mage: Gun mage is a mere term to describe the type of way magic is typically cast by the character, not implying the need for a gun. Dale can use ranged weapons such as a crossbow in place of a firearm.
Personality
Laid back, blunt, and a scoundrel are the best way to describe him. His morals lie almost exclusively in the gray, with no affiliation to country or any group of people. A bounty hunters roll in life is to be impartial and do what needs to be done. Greed and material goods are always a good way to get on Dale’s good side. Money speaks, and makes the world go round, his services and his intentions can be swayed for the correct price. He really doesn’t like peace for an extended period of time; though down time days and alcohol filled nights is never a bad thing. Dale loves expensive cigars, but doesn’t get them often. Instead he wraps his own cigarettes and keeps them in a small case in his pocket.
The bounty hunter hates neko’s and other types of humanoid animal type creatures. He is discriminatory towards dwarves and elves, especially the up-tight ones, and can’t stand to be around or deal with orks or vampires (or anything related to them).
Appearance
Dale wears a long-sleeve white shirt, buttoned up at the center. He has a thin leather vest over his shirt, with pockets on the chest and two small pockets for loose coins on the bottom. His pants are loose, dark black, and tucked into a pair of leather combat boots. One belt is used to hold up his pants, and hang his coin pouch from. Another belt is worn low on his hips, from which both holsters are held on. The last two are crossed on his hips, used to hold up whatever else he carries with him including sheathes, quivers, and other equipment. Over everything he wears a leather duster, with small parts of scrapped leather armor attached to the shoulders like make-shift pauldrons. He also has a large, firm leather cowboy hat.
His body is muscular, his body mostly slouched at all times, and his scruffy beard is kept short but never carefully maintained.
Skills
Quick Draw: Dale can easily draw his weapon quickly from its sheath
Dead Aim: Dale is very good at using his weapon, aiming his crossbow, and putting bolts where they need to be (especially in a hurry). He is a skilled archer (with bow or crossbow), though hardly a master of the weapon. However, he has nearly mastered pistols (rifled), is damn good with a combat rifle, and scary accurate with a sniper rifle. In the world of Althanas, rifled weapons mean nothing though, Dale has never actually handled or fired a musket of any kind…
Knife skills: The bounty hunter is deft with a blade, and knows more than which side goes where. He has figured out more than his fair share of ways to kill with a big knife, and has used it more times than he can count. Bloody messes the blade makes, but it sometimes is the only way to deal with… ‘issues’
Horsemanship: Dale is a good rider, though hates saddles and had never seen a horse before crashing on Althanas.
Dexterity: He is adept at dodging and avoiding attacks, since he’s not weighed down by armor, though this has no additional agility or dexterity other than what would be expected of a normal human.
Throwing weapons: While he’s not as good at using thrown melee weapons as he is at shooting a crossbow, Dale is practiced with the use of throwing knives or axes/hatchets.
Knowledge (arcana): He can read magical scrolls and/or understand texts that are written at his level or below in a magical text.
Abilities/Spells
Strength of Will: Being an android has its perks. First and foremost, they are hard to kill. Their ability to withstand damage is more important than anything else is. They can take a good deal of damage, without losing the ability or will to fight. Twice as physically resistant than a normal human.
Imbue projectile: Dale is able to pass a spell he can use into the bolt/arrow/bullet and imbue that projectile with the spell. It is most often is used for area of effect spells, but can be used for basic spells as well.
Gravity Manipulation: However slight, Dale is able to manipulate the gravity within a few inches of himself. He can cause a slight alteration to cause people to be drawn to him (attractive gravity), or to be pushed away from him within five inches of his body only (repulsive gravity). Strong attacks (such as a heavy blade being swung at him) and quick attacks (such as a rapier thrust or incoming arrow) can be slightly diverted enough to avoid a deadly strike, but not thrown off completely. The other side of the coin is that Dale can hold his ground much better than most, making himself slightly more “dense” and able to withstand gusts, or when grappling keep the person closer to him and have a harder time pulling away.
Small cantrips: He can light candles, make small objects float, inane magical tricks that are more for playing around than anything else. No offensive purposes or uses.
Weaknesses
Inability to swim: being an android, he doesn’t like water at all, and never “learned” how to swim to begin with. So, large bodies of water bother him more than anything else.
Electricity: A good jolt, and his sensors and abilities are all but fried. It may take a couple jolts from a normal caster to get him down for good, but one super charged strike of electricity (like a lightning bolt) and the computer systems that so delicately keep his synthetic mind working will be shut down. It will take days, once struck to the point of a blackout, for him to reboot his systems. However, even a lesser strike can cause his mind to not function properly, and in turn he’ll end up having to spend a good while trying to reboot the systems that were knocked offline.
Equipment
1 – Steel bowie knife. 9.5 inches long, 14 inches overall, leather wrapped handle, 3 pounds
1 – Iron tomahawk with oak handle. 18 inches long, 8 inch head, 2 inch spike on the back, almost 2 pounds, handle wrapped in leather, balanced
2 – Oak pistol crossbow. 2 pounds, 7 inches long, accurate to 50 yards, 80 pound draw, bolts travel almost 200 feet per second, pinpoint accuracy (in the right hands) to 25 yards.
15 – Regular headed crossbow bolts (simple point, no barbs). Oak shaft with iron head.
2 – Leather gloves that go up to his elbows without covering on his trigger finger
1 – Set of clothing (including duster with make-shift pauldrons and leather hat)
Notes on an Android
An android is as much as what they can be called. Intergalactic space creatures, from another world, Dale is made with parts of mechanized bots and genetically altered cells. He has the ability to see in the dark, with a specific lens that covers his eyes and allows for low light vision, though not “no light” vision. Android is just a specific, known name for what Dale is. He is more or less a human, with extra weight and certain abilities that aren’t normal compared to humans. In general, however, he looks like any other human. He must eat food in order to synthesize the nutrition from it, however he is able to draw nearly 90% of the full value of nutrition from eating making him more efficient and able to go much longer without food than a normal human before ill effects begin. Similarly, he does not require water or liquids of any sort, though he does find joy in drinking alcohol. Finally, his sleep patterns are irregular, needing only the sunlight to assist in his upkeep (and when not available he can use the stores of nutrients from the food), so he does not require sleep so long as he has other means of keeping himself running.
If he is injured internally, and it cannot be readily fixed, he MUST be able to find a portion of metal that is equivalent or higher grade and quality than what he already has. By ingesting it, he is able to break it down and disperse it throughout his body to repair damage (cannot be done during a battle in any way). This only applies to the gears and smaller components that sit in his ‘brain’ as well as the smallest of components that create the hinges of his joints. His ‘flesh’ is a synthetic polymer which will mend itself over a period of time equivalent to the damage it has received (even a small cut can take a few days to mend, no different than a wound closing on a human). His ‘blood’ is a mix of oxygen and multiple other forms of chemicals, all of which he can draw from food he consumes. However, just like anything else, loss of too much blood and he will degrade like any other being. His ‘bones’ are made of a chitin like material, just as fragile as a normal human’s.
Dale, oddly enough, has the ability to draw in the magical forces of nature itself from around him. His “magic” is based on harnessing the natural elements and forces that are on the planet itself. Perhaps it is coincidence that this ability manifested itself on Althanas, or perhaps it is because the luxury of having a rifled weapon is no longer present, whatever the case his abilities are beginning to express themselves over time.
History
“Have you ever seen the horizon so vibrant, vivid, and yet so dead?”
Dale looked over the trench, his dark eyes scanning the open ground. At his side the fresh recruit gripped his scoped rifle with a white knuckled grip, his eyes wide despite the depth of night. A human, the recruit was part of the dragon corps and one of the few humans who were fighting on the battlefield. Unlike the man at his side, Dale was an android, a servant of his creators. He smiled his mechanical smile at the poor human and shrugged, letting his light sensitive lenses slip across his cold black eyes. A quick peek over the lip of the trench and he could see the light of the sun fading, spreading a stunning spray of oranges and deep red hues across the scarred lands. Pockmarked and filled with the decaying bodies of the dead, the battlefield was a sad sight to behold.
“You take pleasure in this putrefying example of humanities malcontent? I find it messed up.” Dale’s words were muttered under his breath, but the depth of his meaning was hard to misunderstand. The recruit shrugged and shook his head, lifting his rifle to the lip of the trench and peering through the scope. As far as the magnified vision could allow him to see there were only bodies and a burnt rock. “To me, this is little more than a perfect reason for me to exist. You are one of the few humans on this line, miles of drones like me with a scattering of humans to tell us what to do. This war is going to kill every living being on this planet if it continues.”
The third World War had triggered massive climate change, starvation, a world devoted to the bloodthirsty and warmongering. Countless millions had lost their lives, countries had been destroyed or set on the path of decay, and what humans remained were hiding in deep bunkers giving orders to the unlucky that were sent to the front lines. Missiles rained from the sky almost as often as the massive lightning storms struck and quakes from the unloved planet trembled. Satellites were being used to deliver warheads against each other and against the civilian populations of either nation in order to break the will of the warriors. Adaptation of technology to create a force of mechanical warriors was the only reason the war continued androids to fight a war that their creators forced upon them.
Months later, fighting had built to a point of escalation, leaving only the androids on the field of battle as the few humans that remained were all but deceased. With no ‘living’ remaining on the battlefield, the leaders of the Great Alliance decided that there was nothing left keeping them from using their nuclear warheads and other weapons of mass destruction. The last ditch effort of the warring parties made the other sides also launch their warheads, and the world’s destruction was sealed.
“Hurry, get on board!” Dale hurried the few remaining people onto the ship, its drives firing up even before the thirty doors across its hull were closed. Missiles were in the air, waiting to rain down upon the world and seeking any target that showed a sign of life. The android, part of the security detail to clean up after all had been evacuated, was scooped up by the surging crowd and thrown into the hull of the ship. Boots, bags, toys held by tots all struck Dale as he tried to stand, unable to move because of the amounts of people. Through the crowd he could see the growing daylight, flickering on the horizon, hidden behind waves of mushroom clouds growing closer. A red dawn approached. The planet rumbled its disgruntlement, cracks and fissures parting the rocks and mountains, opening up to absorb the long dead trees. “Hurry!”
The ship shifted unsteadily at first; rocking as the landing gear lost its footing while the engines were still trying to gain full power to lift the Ark of Humanity. Eventually the doors closed, stranding thousands as hundreds more tried to cling onto the lip of the ramps while they rose. Dale was left laying at the edge of the bay, watching the panic, shaking his head as the people that he was created to protect killed each other. In moments darkness took hold, the light of the warheads and fading sun gone, leaving the mechanical eyes of the android to adjust to the unnatural light of the Ark. He felt the surge of power when the engines finally booted, spewing the last of the fossil fuels left from the planet in an effort to escape it.
All seemed as if the ship would be free, finally lift from the world and leave behind the destruction. Where it would go, nobody knew. Scientists had furiously been attempting to find a hospitable planet for years, when they were not busy creating a new weapon to be unleashed against the enemy. No world had been discovered, and to nobody’s surprise the destination of the Ark was uncertain. Dozens of other ships just like it were taking to the sky; almost two dozen of the most technologically advanced cultures had created them as a precaution. Only a handful made it off the planet before being destroyed, either by warheads or by unstable conditions.
“You, android, you aren’t supposed to be here.” Even with the wailing and distraught passengers, humans all, Dale had been pinpointed easily. He shed no tears, he could not cry even if he had wanted to, and he did not cry out, there were none that he cared for. Soldiers of the Dragon Corps picked him up and took him away from the door, removing his weapons as they dragged him to a small pod. A stasis chamber, of sorts, one created to send a negative pulse of specific electricity through the body of an android and effectively cutting it off. “We could have had one more human on this ship; instead we have your sorry ass.”
Dale’s last vision was the clear door closing, watching as the soldier spat on it. The electric current streamed through his body and he was effectively shut down, eyes wide open but unable to see a thing…
What transpired after he was removed from the human population is uncertain. As far as he can tell he was the only ‘lucky’ one to have a pod designed for him. Perhaps it was a warhead that followed the ship into the atmosphere, struck it just as it made its way into space. Perhaps it was a satellite that registered the fleeing Ark as a valid and hostile target. Whatever the case, the ship was destroyed as was the planet it fled; only his pod had been jettisoned. How many years passed before it struck the upper atmosphere of Althanas is unknown, the un-aging android showed no signs of time. His open eyes finally regained sight when the pod struck land, on the edge of the Concordian forest. Althanas would be his new home, and his past would be nothing more than a series of memories trapped in his synthetic mind.