Three Months Later...
The sun peeked up over the mountains in such a beautiful way, causing the puddles from the recent rain to shimmer in delight. It was hard to find beauty in this world now, but when it was found, it was so hard to look away. Pax floated idly for some time, just watching as the sun rose, as the wind shimmered across the grasses, tossing dead leaves across the ground. His single eye scanned the horizon, searching for anything that looked like a promising find.
There! A downed ship? His shell spun in anticipation as he quickly glided in its direction. There was no smoke, no fire... this.. ship was ancient.. something used in the old war. He quickly searched his data, stumbling around for the name whilst his eye darted over the rubble. A jet! A flying war machine used to fire missiles, and other metal projectiles while maneuvering at a quick speed! It was a magnificent sight to behold, though broken and battered, and seemingly scorched from the inside out, it still looked menacing. The green paint chipped from the front, but one could still make out the 'shark' teeth painted along each side of the nose.
"Marvelous." Pax would utter as he hovered closer, his single eye peering through the glass, finding the broken corpse of the pilot. A helmet still clung to the skull, whilst the Jumpsuit hung from a dried out set of bones. Quickly the Ghost tapped into the machines equipment, finding that most of the interior was non-functioning, however if he could just get the glass to open...
'THWAP... Hissssssss'
The sound startled the poor ghost, his shell tucking close to his eye as he cowered back from the hissing glass as it rose on its hydraulics. As soon as the sound started, it had stopped, and carefully, he eased his way up, finding himself face to face with the dead human, or what he figured was a human from its body structure. He stared for the longest time, so much, that the sun had shifted from one side of the ship, to the other, the glare glinting menacingly from the glass before the Ghost finally allowed his laser to pass over the deceased being. There was a moment of sheer panic, the Ghost trembled, and checked over his work, not just once, but twice. He had to be sure, was this.. was this his Guardian? Preparations were to be made, a full body revival was in store, this.. would take some time..
