Kallias

Rain pours around you, rivets of droplets running down your visor. A puddle spashes beneath for boot as you survey the stange forest around you. You tug what remains of your parachute out of the tree it's stuck in, even with wings a fall from 600ft is dangerous, especially with your bottom right wing blade broken. With the parachute tucked away in your pack, and your gun in hand you set forth to find what remains of your ship, if it even remains. To your luck the ship appears salvageable and only smoldering, possibly with only a few fires inside. You hand trails along the hull, a part of your heart aches for the fall of your noble vessel. Inside the cockpit you're about to send a distress signal when blind, white hot, pain zaps up your spine and everything goes black. When you wake you find yourself in some futuristic cell, chained to a cot. At least your hosts were kind enough to leave all your amor on. Someone approached your cell "Hello"