Arriving
The console began to blink, and a mild alarm went off. The crewman stationed there examined something, then called out, "I've got an energy reading. Very weird one… I've never seen one like it!"
The blue skinned Martian peered over his shoulder, and then said, "Neither have I. It looks only strong enough to support one life-form. Perhaps a scout." He turned, and headed to his command system. "I'll deploy a team to check it out."
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On the ground, a teenager dressed in a light blue shirt and black pants (baggy, festooned with pockets) composed of alien fabrics appeared with a flash in the middle of a forest preserve. His hair, formerly black, began to glow lightly, then turned a brilliant electric blue, and grew past his shoulders. He shook for a moment, then remained still, sprawled on the ground face-first.
Glittering next to him was a metal staff, with a rising phoenix design on the top of it. On his left hand, innocently slipped on his ring finger, lay the only sign of his craft, besides his staff.
A ring incised with the sigils of the Summoner's art, the sharp characters invisible underneath the blue gloves he was wearing. But somehow, the characters flickered faintly.
