<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/9GbC6Ra.jpg[floatleft])</div><strong>Name</strong>Corvo<br/><strong>Ranger</strong>White<br/><strong>Location</strong>Crash Site, Earth (Unknown), travel to Unknown<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>All<br/><strong>Other</strong>N/A<br/><hr/><br/>The ship was in shambles.  Holes burned through the hull spelled its doom long before the Earth tore it apart like gravel to a skinned knee.  The skeletonized metal remains were illuminated violently by arcs of electricity produced by an engine core that continued to try to spool to life and the flames now consuming the vehicles carcass as artificial beings oversaw the whole process.  The surrounding countryside, temperate forests from the looks of it, had been razed by the uncontrolled landing. A single large furrow with an array of smaller ditches followed the flight path of the ship as a permanent scar.  Small isolated fires and smoldering piles of dirt littered the hillside in all directions.<br/><br/>For every automaton that attempted to look through the rubble there were two breaking off in waves to search the surrounding country side.  Despite the tremendous amount of damage there were no living (or otherwise) remains to be found.  Instead, from a savage wound near the cargo hold of his ship, came the foot trail.  Uneven distortions in the dirt intermingled with small globules of precious liquid indicating a limp and blood.<br/><br/>Further on up the path were sections of the discarded hazard suit.  A torn off sleeve here, the vest over there, and a cracked helmet haphazardly tossed behind a knotted mess of tree roots.  The suit had paid for itself tenfold by the time it sacrificed the last of its functionality to violently seal Corvo’s wound.  Painful?<em>Oh, yeah...</em>But not life threatening.  The bleeding had even stopped.  That didn’t stop the sharp pains from wracking his body with every step.<br/><br/>Even as he planted himself behind an outcropping of rocks overlooking the crash site Corvo knew no respite.  By now even the dumbest of the automatons were able to find and follow his trail.  He could hear others throughout the area all converging on his location.  He couldn’t help but play back the series of events that lead him here.  The clandestine meeting on Onyx with a hooded figure that simply referred to themselves as “Mr. White.”  He could hear the words as clearly as he did when he sat there.<br/><br/><em> “It’s worth more than your life.”  Mr. White stated.  “And your pay reflects that.”</em>.<br/><br/>The mystery man wasn’t wrong; it was the score of a lifetime.  Corvo wouldn’t have had to lift a finger again after this run.  He knew it was too dangerous.  He knew that he didn’t have enough time to plan the way he normally would.  He knew it was just a bad idea all around.  Corvo was blinded by the promise of the gold at the end of the rainbow.<br/><br/><em> “And under no circumstances are you to open that box!” Mr. White’s venomous warning returned to him.</em>.<br/><br/>“...Fuck it.”  Corvo said out loud.  By now the cogs, or whatever was hunting him, was likely to hear those words.  His satchel was laid on the ground between his legs in his seated position.  His breathing labored as he leaned forward to retrieve both of the items that he had the forethought to secure before a hasty escape.  The small wooden box and his<em>insurance policy</em>.  It was an explosive device illegal in most places and exceptionally nasty.  A few beeps and boops later the side of the cylindrical explosive device lit up with a series of 15 segment displays; unnatural to human eyes but required to portray the array of alien characters that presented themselves to Corvo.  The beeping continued and the lines on each display were removed one by one at an exponentially increasing speed.  The timer had been set.<br/><br/>Over the edge of nearby shrubs and from behind trees came the faint illumination of red dots all around him.  His pursuers had caught up and there was no more hiding.  Corvo didn’t even flinch when a bright red burst of plasma hit the rocks nearby showering him with hot pebbles.  Or the next or the next.<br/><br/>“Might as well see what I fuckin’ died for.”<br/><br/>White light.  Or, perhaps, a prismatic display.  His eyes couldn’t really tell what he was looking at when he opened the wooden box.  Corvo didn’t even realize he had reached inside the box and secured its contents.  He didn’t get to experience the explosion.  All he knew for the brief moment was weightlessness and warmth until his ass hit a cold and hard floor.<br/><br/>“Oophmm!”  as a jolt of pain shot up his side.  Just the thing he needed to snap him back to reality.  His eyes darting back and forth first between each speaker and then to the rest of the captive audience.<em>Shit, kidnapped?  More like rescued.</em>He couldn’t help but think.<br/><br/>Corvo listened to each of the recruiters like that old friend from high school you were trying to get to join you in that pyramid scheme.  A little bit of disbelief and a bit more amusement clouding his mind as he tried to play the odds in his head.<br/><br/>“I-i...I think...”<em>You have the wrong person</em>he wanted to say but couldn’t.  Not because he disagreed but because he was plotting.  He could use this.  He still had his shipment in hand, he was getting handed the identity of all new rangers, their secret base, everything…  Or, keep the powers and use them to get himself out?  Befriend the lot and see where it goes?  The possibilities were endless.<br/><br/>“Sure.”  Clamoring to his feet as best he could he took the chance to survey his surroundings.  It was then the somewhat panicked man (Alpha) was attempting to back up to which Corvo offered a soft and reassuring pat on the shoulder. “How bad could it be?  Look, we even get a new watch.”  As he gestures to the morphers.<br/><br/>