The sky was thick with dust, so much so that 500 years ago, people would think a storm was on the horizon. But rain was something this planet didn't get much of this far inland, not anymore. The sun cast a haze of light rather than beams, giving all the terrain and ruins of what were once advanced cities a harsh glow. Chips of stone and bent support beams stabbed out of the ground like the back of some deformed monster, looking like ribs, or fractured bone. The area truly was a grave site, thousands of bodies had taken their final breaths throughout the area. Some killed by the initial impacts of the invaders, those that weren't lucky enough to die quickly were torn apart by what was called, collectively, as 'The Swarm'. So many hundreds of years ago that all that was left were broken and gnawed skeletons.<br/><br/>Nothing living, or even moving for the most part, remained in these ruins. No birds in the sky, no insects in the earth, even the rats seemed to have moved on to greener pastures. It was the definition of the word 'dead'. Which was why the shifting of a shadow over head stood out so much. The shift in lighting was followed by the low whistling of the object high in the sky cutting through the clouds. It's almost silent power source over whelmed by the noise of 'classical rock' cutting through the silence of the ruins. The light rattling of the noises caused a few stray rocks to crumble and roll down from their perches, but aside from that, the only signs of life were from the rapidly circling craft in the air.<br/><br/>A few moments later, it's speed decreased enough for the lone pilot to attempt a rough landing in the savaged terrain. As it came in low to the ground, the earth in front of it began to buckle slightly from unforeseen pressure. Almost instantly, the vehicle's momentum died down to next to nothing, a type of technology created long ago for air born vehicles that needed to be able to stop on small platforms. The weight of the ship came down on the soil with loud crunches and splitting of old bones and building materials.<br/><br/>As the engine clicked to a sudden silence, followed just as quickly by the music, there was a shuffling in the cock pit. The only signs of non-mechanical life on the entire rig was as a hand reached out to grasp at the hand rail, pulling himself up to his feet and out of the cock pit. His boots landing on the gravely earth, his boots crunching as he found his footing. Raising one hand to his head, he plucked a cap free from his head, and ran his fingers through the dark locks, looking back and forth over the ruins. His cap was settled back into place before he reached back and pulled out a mostly empty back pack and what looked like a 'data pad'. One that he danced his fingers across, and looked at the dimly lit screen. Even in the middle of the day, in this area, a light was still needed to make out anything written.<br/><br/>His hand slipped to his collarbone where a set of tinted goggles rested, and he fitted them over his eyes. "Looks like we've got fuel, and possibly some water." He mumbled, to no one but himself. Talking to himself was about the best way to keep himself sane when he was walking through these massive global mausoleums, although most people had to be at least a little bit crazy to do what he did. He rested the data pad at his hip and cracked open the hitch of his shot gun, staring down the clean barrel before he loaded in the ammo cartridge and locked it closed with a satisfying crack. In this world, guns were like Condoms. Better to have it and not need it...