"New Report: Guardian spacecraft crashing outside of Dojo. Moving in to search for survivors." [i]A lonesome five foot, ten inch tall woman ran to the scene of the crash, clad in dark carbon-black armor while a mask covered the lower half of her face. A katana was strapped to her side, along with a dagger, while a technological, rectangular-shaped being trailed behind her, piloting itself through the air.[/i] [i]"Chances of survival: Minimal. Chances of revival: Almost guaranteed."[/i] "And? May as well help.." [i]The android stopped outside of the crashed ship, immediately checking for glass that she or her Pod could bust through.[/i]