[b]An Empire to Last the Night:[/b] [i]Helios[/i] Hallwinter opened his eyes and stretched, adjusting to the blistering light of the fire. The fine lids on his eyes had already polarized his surroundings for him, yet waking up from a crash was hardly a pleasant experience, even for a Choran. The ship, if it could be called that, had been shot down by Imperial SAM missiles, and through some miracle, had made it to the surface relatively intact. The crumbled ruins were ablaze with plasmatic fire, yet Ginger's armor largely protected him from the flame, and the heat didn't bother him in the least. However, the cockpit had crumbled upon landing, and the durasteel playing had cut a large gash in his shoulder. Golden ichor seeped out of the wound, and stained his void-black armor. (At ends as to what to post. Open to Blackjack specifically, but anyone's welcome).