[spoiler]First RP regarding Destiny. Don't be too harsh, criticism is welcome though. Just don't be an ass about it. Character is Vyliks. Put him up in the character thread just a bit ago.[/spoiler] [b]Old Russia, Earth[/b] A crashed skiff sat inside of a small, rusted, and rectangular building. The crash trajectory of the vehicle was obvious enough; a large gaping hole in the side of the building. Strangely enough, this opening was covered by a large, red, square section of fabric, that swayed in the cool winds of Old Russia. The crash wasn't a recent happening, by the looks of the skiff. In fact, it had been there quite a while. The hull was scarred, but cleaned. Shrapnel from the vehicle had been replaced to its proper location. Small cylindrical yellow lights were hung on black wires from hooks on the side of the vehicle, illuminating the otherwise darkened and shadowy building. The walls and edges of the building were also lined with shelves, many covered in equipment hooks, various standard tools such as wrenches, and scrap metal chunks. Suddenly, a metal grinding emanated from the cockpit of the skiff, and a bluish light filtered out from the top. The pilot access hatch had been opened from the inside. Two hands grasped the edges and pulled themselves upwards, revealing a Fallen figure: Vyliks. He swung himself over the edge of the cockpit, dropping down to the side of the vehicle, grunting lowly as his feet collided with the ground. He strode over towards the cloth covering the hole in the building, one of his four arms out stretching to grasp the edge, another reaching to ready the shock pistol on his side. Vyliks pulled aside the fabric, gazing out into Old Russia. [spoiler]Open to anyone who wishes.[/spoiler]