".........stor....."<br/><br/>He came to hearing someone call his name. His head was ringing as he felt his armor unlock. Rolling out from under the seats, he put his hands on his helmet which depressurized as it separated partially along the visor and bottem. Removing it, he revealed shoulder length straight black hair and glacial blue eyes. His tacpad flashed as Lunamaria appeared as a 3-dimensional hologram.<br/><br/>"Alastor..... Thank god you're okay." She said as she pressed a hand to her chest with a sigh of relief.<br/><br/>"Where are we?" The Spartan, Alastor, asked kneeling.<br/><br/>"According to the discrepancy of our time tables, we're about 200 year in the past of timeline not our own. Our pilot and new guy are the only survivors of our crossing time and space besides us." Lunamaria said, becoming distracted as she noticed something.<br/><br/>"Darrow?" He called out, standing as he tested moving around in his armor, "where are you?"