[b][u]Brave New World[/u][/b] [i]16 Hours Ago[/i] "You sure you wanna trek in that direction?" Clayton asked with a brow raised. "We uhhh...never been 'ere, 'cause we heard from some friends about well- it ain't the friendliest town," the old cowboy said putting his coat on while putting on his Stetson hat over his graying dirty blonde swept hair- he had looked in his early 50's now after the longest time: a ninjato strapped to his back with a strange blunderbuss like weapon strapped onto his back while entering the hangar. "He is able to fend for himself," Aurora said with a smile looking to the tall figure. The Valkyrie approached and handed him two cylindrical like handles, much to his surprise. "You're ready," The Valkyrie said to him as she stood alongside Clayton, who had his arms crossed after wishing him good luck. "Tell Nova and err...Callum I send my regards," the man said before putting on his helmet and approaching his docked ship. [i]Present Day[/i] As the Sky dilated, a strange unidentified flying object exited gliding across the sky. It seemed to have a strange design but was compact and small- a spaceship of some sorts designed from a composite like plastic that looked to be of material made from space shuttles. The metallic grey ship flew over the skyline until settling down in a cleared and region in the forest. The front of the ship retracted at an upward angle while the hatch from behind, opened unveiling a figure clad in weathered grey metallic armor. The design of the figures armor was nothing ever seen before, while the man stepped out. Shaking his dazed helmet clad head while he stretched out and looked at the scrapes of his shape while looking above at the mountains to his left and the dense region and wilderness surrounding him. "Definitely not Geos...." he said to himself looking up and noticing a singular moon while inputting it in his data pad. He turned to his small shuttle of a ship and gave it a pat before wandering about heading towards the mountain in signs of some form of civilization having no idea where he was, but the idea of being an outlander never bothered him as he himself was used to his nomadic like lifestyle especially growing up. He examined trees and the natural habitat taking note of the similarities and jotting down more notes. As he looked to the skyline, the moon shone over the region while the bright lunar rays reflected from his armor. The mountain was just about a mile away from his location, while he proceeded on foot and continued to move east taking occasional glances every now and then, keeping his guard up for any ambushes as the road ahead of him felt like something in a cliché movie. [spoiler]Intro, Open[/spoiler]