Soon, a man appears. No one saw the ship he came from, or any way or how he came to this planet. Strange. He wore a long, black, leather, buttoned up trench coat, along with black dress shoes and pants. He had dark brown hair, swept back from his face, and a matching, thick beard. A long scar trailed across his face, the line being whiter than his skin. He was walking through the battlefield, his green eyes darting around, his mind working impossibly fast. A face of experience frowning at the carnage, he moves around, feeling the particles around him for any unwanted movement.