"Father he dosn't look like any mob i've seen."
Abbadon woke up to see two creatures that had big bald heads and weird large noses, one was smaller then the other so he must be the offspring.
the minute the large one noticed Abbadon was awake he held what looked like a garden hoe in front of the young knights face.
"Speak, Speak damn you and the words out of your mouth better be understandable." he sent a menacing glare at the Isorian.
"Um...Hi." it came out as a girlish shriek but it was understandable.
"See father i told you he wasn't a mob, they only speak their own language."
"Mabye" said the father "But some have learned to speak english." he lowered the hoe.
Abbadon got up and dusted himself off.
"Can you say more then just hi?" sayed the Father who had sat down, his glare was still on his face but he seemed to accept Abbadon as not a threat. "Who are you?...what are you?
Abbadon thought for second, and decided to be honest. he saluted
"I'm Recon Scout Dagon, Code name: Abbadon, and a member of the Spiral Knights of Isora."
"Huh" they both had dumbstruck faces
"This is going to be harder then i thought" thought Abbadon, "Lets try small words."
"I come from the stars." he pointed up.
"OHHHH!" the son and father said.
"Wait speaking of stars, weres my sword...and my pod!"
"yeah mean the thing you hit the ground in? its outside."
"Thanks." He began to go out the door.
"Hold it!" the father shouted he then closed his mouth and whispered "The mobs are out tonight."
Abbadon searched his armor till he pulled out his proton pistol. "I got this." he holstered it. "pretty much all i'll need."
"your funeral" said the father. he sat back down in his chair.
and with that Abbadon took his first step into a strange new world.