A short while passed before the trio suddenly heard a roaring booming sound in the distance. Sounding like screeching mettle and sparking systems, the disturbing noise got louder and more intense with every second, until a heavily damaged 'Belisarius Defiant' ship tumbled through the air over a crumbling building. The ship, doused in flames and damaged badly, was practically falling apart as fast as the surrounding ruins. Nearing the ground, the flying totalled wreck of a ship descended out of control and plummeted into a nearby tower, sending smoke, flames and rubble into the air in a loud jaw-clenching bang. A lone Warlock had transmatted out of the ship just in time before it crashed, and landed awkwardly and painfully on the ground. After a groan or two, he stood up off the dirt and weeds, brushing off excess soot on his robes and armour, which were burnt, torn, and stained. Looking around desperately, the Warlock locked eyes with the trio and tried to compose himself more formally. "Um... Hi. Again"