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// Chapter One - Descent From the Sky 
// Story: Dseran Legacy - "Uncontrolled Emergency Landing" 
// by Icy Creation 
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Well, I guess I am going to have to introduce myself for a third time, since Midnight just... Ummm... Deleted likely over a thousand words of text that wasn't saved. I can imagine he is pretty frustrated at that. Yeah, I am, Void. Obviously. Oh, so he speaks! A rare occurence, and one that I really don't care about whatsoever. Anyway, my name, again (Thanks a lot Midnight, like I hadn't already introduced myself enough times), is Enter the Void. I am a narrator. I'm not going to go through the process of how I work and exist and what I can and can't do, go look at the longer description, on the page you were at before this one, probably, for that. If Midnight wanted me to tell you more about that, he shouldn't have deleted what I said the first time.

Anyway, lets try this whole story making thing again. For the second ******* time. Shall we? I swear, if he does it again, I'm going to make him narrate this ******* chapter.



Terenilione Uis, most commonly known as Teren to the people he knows, known by some (Falsely, again, he does kill when he absolutely has to) as the Pacifistic Psion, known by one as Prey, known by another, one who made the mistake of trying to kill the only other living Dseran while he was around, and who is also essentially immortal (And a bit off in the head), as That Damn Psion Who Made Me Have To Regenerate From A Few ******* Cells, was not in what one could realistically call a good situation. His ship, the ship most certainely being his, as he is the only actual organic being that inhabits it, was heavily, very heavily, damaged. Breaches on fourty two of fourty seven decks, five of twelve reactors blown, the main reactor in the process of overheating, sixteen of twenty five engines irreparably (At least until he finds a station with very high quality repair facilities that isn't unwilling to follow unfamiliar schematics) damaged, and fire on three of the five decks that still had air.

Now, most people would have already decided to scuttle the ship and jet the escape pods. There are two problems with this idea. The first is that Teren is quite attached to the Elseyon Kierst, it being the only thing left of the era he grew up in of the civilization he left behind. The second, is that, well, there aren't any escape pods to jet in the first place. The people who designed the ship never thought to add escape pods because they thought the ship would never need them. And for good reason, too. They managed to fit the most powerful hardlight shields available to the most elite ships of the navy, managed to actually create an even stronger version of the usual Gerine alloy, which is already so much stronger than anything else that was available to them. They even developed special engine tech for the ship. Dark Energy-Antimatter Pulse drives, able to propel the ship at speeds that most kilometer long ships could only dream of.

And the most important factor behind their denial that anything could ever destroy the ship without being a dreadnought or above, was the fact that according to the Travi pilots (People who left the system. They were never allowed to come back, under threat of execution, and they had to have chips implanted in their skull that would release chemicals that dissolve the brain nearly instantly if they ever tried to give the location of the system to anyone) that actually came back, the Dsera were far ahead of anybody else in the galaxy in terms of technology and scientific knowledge. Of course, those Travi pilots were still executed, but they were at least given better housing. Although, this fact was kept secret.

So, in the end, they decided not to add any escape pods. Of course, Teren wouldn't have jetted anyway, but if he were willing to, he wouldn't be able to. And now, we have come to the moment we are currently in. The ships sensors have found a world, earthlike, close by but hard to reach, perfect to hide in and with a world to land on in order to shut down the reactors and keep the main from overheating.

So that brings us here. Teren standing next to a leather captains chair, his wings (Did I forget to mention that little fact? My bad.) folded behind him, or at least as much behind him as they can be. He always had larger wings than most people did. The average wingspan for most Heights was eleven to thirteen feet, he had fifteen feet of wings. On the outside, the side you would see if you looked down on them from above as he was flying, they are ruby red. On the inside, the side you would see if you were looking at him from in front of him with his wings stretched out, they are a dark purple framed in the same ruby red as on the outside of his wings.

But anyway, enough about his wings. About the rest of him, now. He has darker green eyes, dark brown hair swept to the side, nothing growing on his face, and wearing a sapphire blue thin windbreaker made of what looks like nylon or something like it, with emerald green stripes going down it, two of them, one on each side of the zipper. Though it isn't exactly a normal zipper, as it lacks the zipper part. It looks more like very thin metal strips embedded in the fabric. It was open, showing a red shirt underneath. The windbreaker had no hood. His pants were a pair of dark blue jeans. Wearing emerald green sneakers. He had no real muscles visible, being a bit on the skinnier side of things, also being five feet and seven inches. He had white skin (As did most Dserans) but not so white he looked dead. He stood there with one arm on the arm of the chair, the other beside him, looking at the small construct that hovered in the air nearby.

This construct, with a single cyan glowing eye and a elongated (Oval shaped with the thin sides pointing horizontally) frame, was the A.I.S.P unit for the Elseyon Kierst. A.I.S.P standing for Artificially Intelligent Ship Personality. Teren just called her SP. I would too, honestly. Anyway. Moving on.

"SP, any systems we can hide in? I would rather not let the hul-" The ship shakes as yet another reactor blows, "-Shit! SP! Now!" Teren had stumbled a little when the reactor blew, but Heights are known for their balance, among many other things.

A robotic, feminine, synthesized voice replied from the construct, not without audible concern of its own, "System found. Planet centric, one world, earthlike, biosphere present, inhabitants intelligence unknown. Captain, I know we need to go somewhere, now, but ar-" She was cut off, by both a beam of orange light shooting straight past the window of the bridge, and by Teren telling her to just ******* do it.

"Confirmed Captain. Activating Drift drive." As soon as she finished her reply, everything, the stars, the nebula, everything outside the window that was previously visible vanished as the wormhole was pushed at speeds much faster than the speed of light, dragging the ship along with it. Unfortunately, they didn't have time to scan the planet further, as they dropped out of Drift, deceling back below the speed of light, just outside the atmosphere of the planet. With the hardlight shields at full power on the frontal facing projectors, the reverse engines trying their hardest to reduce the Elseyon Kierst's speed to survivable levels, and with Teren on the bridge, sitting in the chair, bracing for impact, the ship hit the ground. And it hit the ground hard.

Unknown to Teren, a certain group of sapient equines, six of them specifically, in a forest locally regarded as dangerous, watched as the ship slammed into the ground.