[b][u]Arrival: The Raider[/u][/b] [b]Vagus: Hangar Bay: 67[/b] [i]Activity remained as usual. Nothing but echoes and the usual activity bustling on the ship. The cold steel hangar would have appeared to be the last place he would be in. The fabric of space and time began to shatter- almost as if the air was breaking- cracking. Shards of space-time shattered until a chaotic white hole of nothingness appeared. A nearby ship's wing began to crack as well, as well as the air surrounding it. The metal broke and stretched out while, rewinding returning to its natural state, and broke and stretched out. Within seconds muffled noises could be heard from the white-hole- what sounded like the rampant noise of gun fire and crashing, unappealing noises of explosions and destruction were heard. Space-time had finally fractured, and the portal was opened. What came out- was a surprise. A [url=http://m.imgur.com/Oh4HymV]figure[/url] is sent hurling out of the portal rolling on the cold and hard ground. He grunted and looked at the fractured space-time portal, it began to repair itself as the fabrics and shards began to piece them self back like a puzzle assembling itself. Loud whirring and sharp rustling is heard as the portal re-assembles, leaving nothing but a bent fabric and a wavy texture in the air.[/i] [i]The smoke came from the figure, only it was just vapor reacting to the temperature of the cool ship. He rolled over and positioned himself on one knee as he panted. His helmet was on his head, with his cracked visor blinking- damaged from combat. His coat appeared somewhat torn and ragged, while his undersuit appeared to suffer from plasma burn on his sternum and stomach area. He was armed with what appeared to be a hand-held long barreled firearm of some sort resembling a long barreled pistol without any visible magazine clip while a small hand-held shotgun was in his hands. It resembled that of a blunderbuss, with a funnel like barrel but with a stock and pistol grip. A large octagon-tube shaped weapon appeared on the floor alongside him. He got up taking a deep breath and exhaling. In situations like these, it was best to remain calm, level headed, and start surveying the arrival point.[/i] Clayton, Kenshiro, nor Ava. Not a single person, just me. Well, I did tell them to stay put. Okay, space adventure- cool doesn't get old- just me with my wit and hopefully a crew that doesn't kill me. [i]He groaned as he got up, feeling his right side. He pressed gently and grunted while dropping down, the sensitivity and pressure was painful like something was poking against his skin from inside.[/i] And a pair of broken ribs. [spoiler]Open, Intro[/spoiler]