Awareness came in different quantities as time moved unbearably forward. During one break in the mental fog he could see tides of people standing around him in a wide circle. Their stares seemed to be trying to unbelieve the situation, but no matter how many times they rubbed their eyes or looked away and back again, the man in alien armor remained in the crater. At least, until he didn't.<br/><br/>A tingling wash of friction traveled up his spine. It intensified into the numbing sensation of pins and needles and he could feel a new rush of vomit spill from his lips. Then, as the world strove to make this the worst day possible, there was a hollow thud as his head collided with some solid surface. In truth, he couldn't be entirely sure that this was the worst day of his life; he couldn't remember his morning, or any other time before falling from the sky for that matter. His eyes opened again to take in his new environment. It was filled with a myriad of "things" and he was unaware of what any of them were. Some strange technology most like. Although, shouldn't strange technology be more… Strange than this?<br/><br/>How did I get here? His thoughts raced for the answer. Slowly, he stood up and felt the damage his body had taken yelling for him to lay back down, but he was surprised to find it was mostly a soreness. It was a miracle he had not broken any bones during the fall. Even with the enchantments of his armor, he felt as if he should have, in all imagined likeliness, died, or at least obliterated his skeleton. The crystalline armor felt heavy on his frame and without knowing why, he said "Ket."<br/><br/>Upon the utterance of the strange word, his armor began to dismantle itself and phased itself into a simple pendant around his neck. He looked down at his arms and torso in alarm. Now, he wore a simple grey tunic, sleeves rolled up to mid-forearm, with similar grey trousers. Broken in black leather boots covered his feet and rose to the shin. On his right wrist, he wore an intricately woven armlet of black leather. It bore a silver hammer with a purple stone placed within the head.<br/><br/>Turning around, his eyes went wide with surprise. A very pretty girl stood behind him, giving him a look of annoyance and indignation. She held his weapons as well, though she didn't seem to be comfortable with it. "Who are you?" He finally askedm coughing somewhat violently from using his voice.