Gazing over a city, a beautiful city which had been ravaged by huge steel beasts with the ability to spit fire, much larger than a bear, but as slow as a tortiose. Figures seeming to run at each other with sticks that seemingly shot lightning at the enemy figures bringing them down to the ground leaving them lying still. Large metallic birds soared over the place releasing hellfire down on the ground, being the size of a quetzalcoatlus only flying many times faster. Many of these birds screeched as they fought one another that did not bare the same mark tearing them to pieces as they fell to the ground. They burned like a phoenix yet never arose. Some other sort of metallic being hovered over releasing the same fire the other beasts did, this one buzzed much like a bee did as it hovered. It was horrifying to watch as the events seemed to burn everything to the ground.<br/><br/>He gazed upon the carnage knowing full well what this was. Though at the same time he didn't, it was just a bit of ways out of his reach to fully understand it. He seemed to be safe as everything burned. He was upo on a high on a hill perched on a tree. Realizing where he was he turned to see another figure sitting alongside him, black and motionless as it too looked upon the city which was set ablaze. The sillohuette resembled that of an owl, it turned to face face him with large white voids for eyes that soon shone brightly with a feeling of knowing. As if this owl could tell him everyting he needs to know and much more. Yet it didn't say a word, the light just encompassed him erasing everything else.<br/><br/>He awoke in a room with the same color as the owl's eyes. The first thing that came to mind was where he was. He didn't remember where he was at all. That was out of the question...for now. He took off the breathing apparatus as some sort of humanoid robot approached him.<br/><br/>He listened closely as the robot spoke taking in and logging as much information as he can. He scanned the room taking in an intricate detail he possible could. He looked over and took the clipboard as the others did as well. Looking at the papers, he read carefully the details about himself. This was apparently him.<br/><br/>He was Spencer Holt, male and twenty-nine years old. Birthdate January nineteenth. Blood type AB+. He smiled slightly at the blood type.<span style="font-style: italic">Seems blood transfusions won't be an issue.</span>Spencer kept reading learning the basic information about himself. Looking at the clipboard, he saw himself. Short black hair and a pair of piercing blue eyes. He felt his hair as he looked at the picture, it was longer and felt smooth.<span style="font-style: italic">My hair can give me a clue as to how long we have been here. Maybe, who knows if it has been taken care of.</span>His expression was a sort of blank with a slight grin showing some happiness.<br/><br/>His memories were erased, logical as the emotions could hinder his progress. He held any questions for later. Right now he had to learn about the others that were in the same room as him. If he had people with him, it was best to learn about them and make connections.<br/><br/>Holding his tongue, he thought to himself as she tried to read the others. One seemed a bit feral, another had the same expression as his own but had tattoos. And the other he has yet to read out. He kept scanning the others wondering why he was here with them. And for what purpose, to colonize some planet. He knew he had a skill, but what of the others. What were their skills?