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Exile Player: @Suntear11 [[Image:|300px|]] Class Focus: Power Level: 38 Research & Development: Personal Data Real Name: M'Kah (Sadarian), Marcus Ware (human) Known Aliases: Sentinel 2971 Species: Sadarian Ethnicity: N/A Age: over 200 years in Sadarian Height: Variable Weight: Variable Eye Color: Glowing green Hair Color: None Biographical Data Nationality: N/A Occupation: Police Detective Place of Birth: Sadaria Base of Operations: N/A Marital Status: Single Known Relatives: None Known Powers Telepathy, Telekenisis, Morphing, Flight, Teleporting Known Abilities Trained in most forms of combat Equipment Space Station Zero

His mind was a haze, eyes struggling to focus as his hand instinctively went to his head. A slight groan filled his throat as he continued to gather his bearing, his feet slowly pulled under him and his hand unfastened the seat belt. Pushing both hands of the arms of the chair he rose to his feet, groggily looking out the forward canopy. His eyes blinked once, then a second time as everything slowly came back into sight. He could see the stars scattered across the display screen and he started to remember the crash landing.

"HAL, open the canopy please, and give me a diagnostic check. I need to know what type of damage the ship has taken." He instantly sat back down in the very chair he stood up from. His fingers began clicking away at the keys, bringing up holo-monitors and accessing the situation.

"Sir...", the voice sounded hollow and artificial as it echoed through the half circular shaped room. "...I dare say that the ships systems are down, it seems as though we took heavy damage to the thrusters, one of which is missing. Life support systems do seem to be on..."

"What do you mean missing HAL?" He asked as his eyes lifted up looking out the now glassed in canopy of the ship. The stars of the universe splashed across the canopy itself. There in the distance he could see the sparking thruster, or what was left of it, floating through space and his heart sank. He slouched back into his chair with a defeated sigh, his hand rubbing at his temple. "HAL, do you have a destination for him? He couldn't have gotten far yet."

"Yes Sir, he seems to have landed on that planet off starboard. It's called...let me see, yes...it's called Earth Sir."

He sat back up again, fingers going back to work on the keyboard as he pulled up holo screen after holo screen. "I assume the ship will not be able to fly HAL? Is there anyway to tap into Earth communication systems? I need an idea of what I am up against here. If he is down there, he could already be hidden among their people."

"The ship is unable to fly Sir, it seems we will be here for an extended stay. However I have located an earth born satellite. Shall I tap into it?"

He spun in his chair, springing to his feet once more and answering over his shoulder as he crossed the room to the stairs. "Yes HAL, tap in and give me any feeds you can get. In the meantime I will be heading outside to access the damage." The large bay door opened and he floated out of the ship, his feet never touching down. His body shook slightly and he could feel his throat contract for an instant before his body adapted to the void of space, allowing him to breath once more. Floating out along the moon's surface he scanned over the damage, seeing where the once starboard thruster was. He shook his head before turning to gaze towards the blue/green planet itself, even from this distance his vast mental capabilities could feel the faintest sign of thoughts roaming on it's surface. Dejected he turned and re-entered his ship, "What do you have for me HAL?" He slumped back down into his seat.

"Radio communications Sir as well as a thing called...television. Shall I pump them into the cabin now?"

"Yes HAL, I have to learn their culture and their language. Also bring up some displays, I need to see what I am dealing with down there..."

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