Ja'ann A'rk was many things. A thief. A pirate. A priest...A rouge. Despite being one of the Fallen Archon Priests, he hated what he was. He didn't hate being one of the Fallen, no. He just hated being a part of their forces. Unlike his Priest brothers and sisters, he is rather short, only standing at nine foot two, not eleven to twelve feet. Still, he towered over many other Fallen. His slim frame and pure chrome and black plated armor that hugged him tightly made him extremely agile.
Unlike the signature Shrapnel Launcher or Wire Rifle, he prefers his own customary weapons: a stolen human sniper rifle, turned assault rifle to fit his rather big size, fitted and changed into the boxy and thin like frame of a Wire Rifle, but with two barrels and a clip that goes on the stock, extending upwards like a triangle. Two massive Hand Cannons were made to be bigger and smoother in looks with four glowing exhaust ports on the barrel ends, the round clips now under the barrel and use the signature Shrapnel ammo with Ether powder, along with something called Dust, something he managed to replicate from a stolen box of the colorful vials.
His armor is much more smooth and tighter than the ornamental ones of other Priests: chrome chest and back plates with tubes connecting to the Ether vials in round vials, heavily protected by shelled steel and metals, all silver or chrome. His arms had boxy/round pieces of black metal going down his four arms, white leather like material covering his hands. His face was the signature downward mask with four eye slits, four tubes connecting to the Ether, and two horns going from the mouth and travelling up to the top of his head, jutting into "Y" shapes and all chrome with black paint in lines going from the eyes to the mouth.
He had a scarf like set of cloth covering his neck and wrapping around the shell on his back, all in a white color with a scratched out symbol of the House of Wolves, two black lines cutting through the symbol to signify his leave. His legs had the same leather like material with four swords attached to his hips, the Shock swords and two Shock daggers on his shoulders.
In his stolen Skiff with four stolen Pikes and extra items he would need, including several crates full of Ether and a replicating station, where he made the replicated "Dust"...still needs to figure out their origins and properties. The Fallen aren't called technologically advanced fro no reason you know.
Ja'ann hated running, hated being a coward. But what could he do? He hated his life of piracy and theft, hated being known as a murderer by the other races. Sigh. Sometimes he wondered if he did the right thing.
Luckily, he could teleport, throw devastating punches and stomps, and he could even control space and time to hold a multitude of objects at once from some stolen Ghosts. Ugh, why is everything he has usually stolen?
It was a good thing he was able to cover his tracks, otherwise he would be put on trial for treason and have his head removed and his body placed on spears, on display for jeering and mocking. He shuddered slightly, his head rather angled and more "Human" like than his brethren, was shaking side to side. His head was still big, but it was more round and he had more thinner and softer, hair like pieces of dreadlocks on his head instead of the scale and fleshy like dreadlocks of his brethren. Well, it's not like you could see them really. The helmets tend to hide it.
Back to business!
Ja'ann was lounging on a chair, or the Fallen version, and was doing pretty much nothing. As he was contemplating what he should do, a beep caught his attention. As he got up, the beep became continuous and turned into a low whine, high pitched. Getting nervous, he rushed over, and paled as he realized his slip-space drive brought him dangerously close to plane XZ-222, a very odd but life filled planet. How the Fallen never got it or even came close to it is a mystery.
He got out of slip-space and tried to turn his ship, but he was caught in the gravitational pull and the ship was still slowing down, the small front thrusters not helping one bit.
He tried to reverse the gravitational pull with his stolen tech, but the gravity of the planet and the dense Ion-Sphere (near unidentifiable, but affects Fallen metals, ones that come from their home planet) kept him falling, small flames now licking the front of the Skiff.
He aimed for a certain point of the geological plains, aiming his forward thrusters to reverse the pull of the gravity and using the foldable round plates to act as parachutes to slow his decent to his fiery demise down below.
As he got closet, the thick atmosphere was pulling and ripping out two shell like plates off of the hull, ripping off with a terrible screech of metal. Pieces of metal and on of the main thrusters were either folding in on each other or were being ripped out, vaporizing into dust from the other metal and fire now covering and scorching the hull. He frantically pulled levers and used the Ether shields to protect the ship, but it was no use as he plowed straight through clouds and into the dark and colorful forest before him, the ship breaking through some trees, bouncing off a cliff, and skidding to a stop on some boulders and trees.
Much like a movie he managed to see from a human base that was playing, it was very similar to the movie like crash of a space-ship.
Groggily, the Ex-Priest got up and looked around his now damaged ship. The hull was bent and scorched, the main thrusters were either crushed or bent into scrap metal. The engine and power cells were now dead and crushed. The spindly pieces on the bottom were now gone and the main plastic compartments for cooling were melted. The ship was a wreck.
Groaning, he managed to take some remaining Ether vials in protective cases and placed them on his belt and cubby on his back. Luckily, the only damage he received was some scratched and bent armor, and his lower right arm was dislocated. With a pained grunt, the arm was popped back in place. Searching around, scrounged up some ammo from the not broken crates, and checked his weapons: one sword was snapped in half...Wow. That's it? Not that he's complaining about it.
His mask scanned the area around him. Wait. This air is breathable!? No planet except the Fallen's destroyed planet had Ether! How does this planet have Ether in the molecules and atoms!?
If you're wondering, his mask was dissembling the air molecules and atoms around him, somehow, the air here has heavy traces of Ether like materials, just enough to be breathable but not toxic to the inhabitants.
Hesitantly, Ja'ann removed his helmet, showing his tanned and human like face. His face was actually pretty much human, unlike what I said earlier, the main differences being the no lips, shark like teeth and the four glowing blue eyes. Taking in slow breaths, he chuckled and growled a bit with mirth as the air, albeit a bit stale and somewhat difficult to swallow, was still good for him! He will keep his Ether though, this planet has never been viewed by his kind and the air could change.
Ja'ann had his helmet record this for further study. Taking a look around, he looked for the Pikes, where two were good, but one needed to be taken apart to fix the other one. The Ex-Priest made his way to the Skiff and removed the two bikes, his tall frame making the vehicles look impossible for him to use.
Alright. Remove the rear turbines, removing the wiring and add in the new ones, bend at a 180 degree angle, twist around thrice, then add in the connector to the body. Working this to the one main thruster, along with the two more minor ones, he got the lower body set up extremely quickly. Removing the armor plating, he completely took the massive engine and Arc Cannons and replaced the damaged or melted parts with new ones, or ones that could work.
With his two right arms, he has two computer like objects, which were the Matter Transmitters (made from dead Ghosts) and he placed several spare parts and ammo, metal, Ether, small power cores and vials, as well as spare armor parts that could be salvaged.
Three hours later~
Ja'ann has finished his new Pike, now with four Arc Cannons, two in original places, and two located on the top with a larger windscreen, more armor on the sides and the engine was sturdier and more protected. This is why having four arms is helpful.
As he activated it, he crooned a bit and gave a low cheer in his native language on how silent it now was (thanks to more exhaust ports and stronger power cores) and the fact that it worked. As he made more quick checks, he looked around for anything else he'll need. Finding none other than some hidden ammo, he placed Explosive Charges with shrapnel and Ether explosives packed in, all around the ship.
As he climbed on the Pike, he moved farther away and then detonated. The ship was now a massive fireball and the flesh like substances that the plastic and melted metal became shriveled and destroyed the evidence. The Ether also helped.
As he sped off, he took a dirt path that nature kindly provided.
Ja'ann was now currently hiding. These humans and some, uh, "hum-animal" were walking cautiously through the foliage, looking around and heading in the direction of his destroyed ship.
From his past of being a Fallen Priest/soldier, he fought the urge to pop out and crush them like insects, but he managed to hold still and keep hidden, his armor now covered in leaves and grass, the natural dark and light colors contrasting to look like something the moon was reflecting off of.
Yes, he's been travelling until it reached night, hiding in the same spot for around one and a half hours after he saw the drop-ship land in the distance.
Currently, a group of some young looking humans and "hum-animal" wearing some oddly colored clothing with very very interesting weapons. Last Ja'ann checked, humans never fought at a young age, looking extra carefully at the small one in a red cape. Who was carrying a giant red scythe. Interesting.
He watched with interest as a group of bipedal black wolf like creatures with white bone plates appeared, and the group got in battle stances. The white woman with the thin sword was very...interesting. How will such small and thin people fight, he wonders.
He was not disappointed.
In a mad rush and beautiful set of carnage, each of the Wolf things were killed. Wait. Why are they dissipating? Using his mask's scientific abilities, he read the blood from afar, confused and excited by the new information that their blood was nearly all Ether!
Ja'ann would have crooned in joy had he not realized the group was getting closer to his position. Ja'ann was about to move back into the foliage, but he spotted one of the Wolf things getting up out of a bush, stalking towards an unsuspecting member of the group: the red scythe wielder.
The others were to preoccupied talking about something involving some kind of weapon called a "pancake" and something called a "burger" and "lame puns". Judging from the serious talk about "pancakes", Ja'ann could only assume that the "pancakes" were a weapon of mass destruction.
He will need to acquire these "pancakes".
Sneaking his rifle out, he took aim and placed a well aimed bolt into the wolf thing's head, obliterating it and sending the body back a bit. Taking out their weapons, the group got in defensive like stances, looking around before the black dressed female said something, making them all point in his direction. Probably his rifle smell. They do tend to have a phosphorous like smell. How the girl managed to realize it from the distance, and since the smell is hardly noticeable, is quite a feat.
Realizing his cover has been blown, Ja'ann got up and started to steal his way out of the woods, his rifle in his top arms, his two Hand Cannons in his lower ones.
The group quickly backpedaled and their eyes grew wide. Ja'ann lowered his rifle in a neutral stance, but just low enough to raise it if need be.
"Greetings Humans, and, uh, 'Hum-animal'..." Ja'ann grew up to full height and his scarf like cloak fluttered in the now slowly picking up wind. His four eyes roamed across the group warily, taking in each shocked and awed look.
Each person was only staring at him, making him a bit unnerved. Before he could speak again, a chrome ship flew in the sky and illuminated the land in front of them, capturing the group in surprise and Ja'ann hiss in annoyance.
Soldiers dropped down.
'Interesting. Suppose I'll have to crush a few...' Ja'ann readied his rifle and aimed his Cannons at the group of soldiers now surrounding him. Albeit, they were a small amount, but they were well armed and had some very odd weapons, but they seemed to pack a punch from the size and variety.
A man with silver hair and a weird mug of brown steamy liquid walked out with a stern looking woman with a...whip?
The man in silver had a cane and the woman looked at Ja'ann with a confused and awed eyed, and the man, he unnerved Ja'ann. He was unreadable. Ja'ann growled in annoyance. Apparently, the group took it wrongly and aimed their weapons at the tall Ex-Priest.
"Greetings. Who, or what, are you, might I ask?" Jaune cocked his head to the side. 'So they really don't know what I am. Intriguing' Jaune stood tall, his left Hand Cannon now in its holster on his left leg, his now empty hand in a fist on his chest, the leather wrappings and metal gauntlet like armor shining.
"I am an Eliksni! But you're kind might know of my kind as the Fallen." The group looked at each other in confusion. Jaune smirked under his helmet. "I see I am correct. Gwandar (Excellent). I am what you call a deserter, left my people and now an enemy to my own race. The force I once served are called the Fallen, and my home planet is no more, and we live on ships and planets we have conquered. Do not fret, I am no longer a member of my pitiful excuse for a 'proud' race, and I have left it. Any questions Humari (Humans, either calls them Humans or their native word, Humari)?"
The man with silver hair nodded and the soldiers lowered their weapons, looking skeptical.
"If you may, come with us. I and others have many questions for you."