This wasn't in the job description... ((OPEN))

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

Wedge awoke with the coppery taste of blood in his mouth. He had no idea where he was, even though he remembered flying to explore the rift that was generated in front of the Mon Remonda. One thing he did know was whatever that power surge was, defintely did not do wonders for his health. He opened his eyes and groaned.

Pain wracked his brain as he righted himself. His arm felt funny as blood returned to the constricted areas, and his lip gave Wedge more copper to taste. He wiped his lip and tried to get his bearings, shaking his head gently.

"Mynock?" he spoke weakly to his R2 unit. "Mynock, respond." No response returned. Wedge looked outside his cockpit, and was surprised to see a stunning formation of clouds surrounding a large pillar.

"I'm not in space anymore. That's a guarantee."

Pressing buttons in his reach did almost nothing for his situation. Systems did not respond at all, but based on the fact he was fully landed, Wedge gathered he had some chance of repair. He turned on his suit's forcefield since he could not check the atmosphere, and opened the cockpit.

Wedge quickly climbed out of the cockpit and opened the cargo hold's manual release. So I have a basic repair kit and a few powerpacks, as well as a comms system. thought Wedge. He took a hydrospanner and a scanning device in hand and went to work on his engines.

Power was restored rather quickly, but Mynock did not respond still. Frowning, Wedge climbed back into the cockpit and kept checking comms. Nothing in New Republic bandwidth came back. Just static. Wedge was not happy with this. Especially when his navcomputer had no idea where in the galaxy he was. One thing's for sure, though. I have to find food or I'll be dead in no time.

[Linx]

Air shimmered as a tall and tanned man stepped out of nowhere and into existence. With black hair hanging about his face in disarray and crimson eyes that swept everything around him quickly, he certainly seemed a little off putting, especially at a little over six feet tall. The clothes however...less so. He was droused in an honest to god cowboy outfit, boots with spurs, hat, vest and even a little badge that said "sheriff." On his hip rode a six shooter made out of gleaming steel, and he hooked his thumbs into his belt as he jangled on over to where he'd spotted someone else in the new land, someone messing around with a space fighter, the exact model hard for him to place. When you could be anywhere, anywhen, he tended to not remember specifics well. The copious amounts of alcohol didn't help either.

"Well howdy pahdner!" he calls out in a long, southern drawl, raising his head to squint at the man working on his ship. After a brief moment, he realized he was dressed entirely wrong for the situation. He sighs, shaking his head and speaks without the accent. "Damn it all, I'm still not in the old west!" he complains, his form shimmering to fade into something more respectable of the current day. Dark jeans and a t-shirt, with some black boots and cap, he continued staring up at the man, debating his next words. Ah hell with it. "You look more than a little lost. You take a wrong turn at Albuquerque or something?" he says, wondering what a star fighter was doing in these parts. Hadn't seen any of his type for awhile, especially not on this world.

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

Adrenaline started coursing through Wedge's veins in surprise of the sudden sound of footsteps. He froze and stopped what he was doing, making sure to tap the distress call beacon. Someone was speaking to him quite strangely behind him. A hand moved slowly to his blaster as he turned to face the speaker.

Confused by the man's change of appearance, and then sudden change of it, Wedge realized he was dealing with no standard species of the Galaxy. He doesn't look Shi'ido. But you can never really tell, can you? Best not take any chances. Especially with a Imperial bounty on my head. he thought to himself grimly. Hazel eyes scanned the man for weapons, but Wedge couldn't find any. It was obvious something was definitely wrong with this. Especially when the smell of alcohol wafted up to him, something that made him queasy and a bit confused as to what kind of firewater he had consumed.

"I am Commander Wedge Antilles of the New Republic's Rogue Squadron. I don't know what an Albuquerque is, but I was not headed there. Where am I?"

Based on the surrounding area, he probably was on some Outer Rim world, or Deep Core. Something he could not afford, because getting out of there, out of Imperial space, would be harder than shooting down TIE Defenders with a Z-95 Headhunter. Wedge glanced to the sky in hope of seeing a few stars, perhaps piecing together where he was, but the clouds and sun obscured the starts to his gaze.

[Linx]

He nods as the man speaks, confirming his thoughts. "Yup, thought as much. You're on Genesis now Commander. More than likely a few realities away from your own, haven't quite figured that part out yet myself." he says, looking up at the sky like the man did. "Doubt you'll find anything up there you recognize, I sure as hell don't, and I've been all across time and space." he says, shrugging lightly as he lifts himself from the ground to float at an even level with Wedge, looking around them to get a better idea of where he was, frowning slightly. He paid no mind to the clearly armed, clearly on edge soldier, not worried in the least about being shot. It was just rude, and Wedge didn't strike him as a rude kind of guy.

"That tower you see there? It's acting as a beacon of sorts. It's the convergence point for every reality as we know it. In theory if you're smart and talented enough, you can use it to travel the worlds and reality as easily as stepping from one room to another." he says, smiling lightly. He basically did that anyway, but the power required to sustain that thing was literally staggering to even think about. He was more than a little put off by it, and that was saying something. "On this world, you'll encounter all types from all realities I'll wager. Seems everyone's being brought here for a reason. Or in my case, traveling, I suppose." he says with a shrug, taking a seat on the edge of the wing of his ship.

"You'll have a hell of a time getting home Wedge, gotta tell you. Even if you fix this thing up to fly right, chances are you aren't in your reality, and the only thing in this space is the void. Well, whatever you want to call it. The void, the howling, the blind eternities, hell. The space between worlds and realities." he says, waving a hand in an all encompassing gesture. "Oh right, before I forget, my name's Dante, Planeswalker and former Titan." he says, matching the man's introductions with titles that probably meant nothing to him. He sighs heartily, after extending his hand for a shake, watching him closely. "Think you'll be able to handle yourself in a world like this?"

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

Wedge frowned at what the now-floating man said. This creature, whatever it was, was definitely not from the galaxy he knew. Perhaps he's a Sith Lord, like Vader. He could be very dangerous. thought Wedge, sweat barely beginning to form on his brow. He was powerless against a threat of that degree. It's best that I don't provoke the Sith Lord. I know that Vader himself was dangerous, even in space. Wedge remembered the cries of Red Squadron as they fell to Vader's lasers. He winced.

Wedge listened intently, careful to listen for any key information that could be about the New Republic. Much to his dismay, nothing came up. The pillar obviously sparked a bit of fear in Wedge. The possibility that he would not see his squadron ever again was nerve wracking. He'd have to take the time to fly through each rift, if he could get Mynock online, as well as a fuel source that would last him the entire trip. Fuel and power was something he needed more than anything else. His proton torpedoes were not as important, but they could not be converted into fuel in an emergency.

The pilot shook the man's hand when it was offered. "My X-wing is fine. And I think I can handle whatever is thrown in my way. If I couldn't, we wouldn't be talking. What is on this planet? I don't think you're the only one living here, especially with those rifts nearby."

[Linx]

He smiles lightly. "A better question would be what isn't on this planet. You've got all sorts of society from medieval to high tech. Wars, divine threats of some sort, demons, mages, fighters, pilots, soldiers. Pretty much everything. Still looking for a good bar though." he says thoughtfully, trailing off. Perhaps he'd nip back home for a drink. God knows he could use another. Or fifty. As the thought struck him, he idly conjured a bottle of whiskey, taking a pull off it before offering it up to the man. For some reason, he seemed on edge because of him. Most wouldn't have noticed his wince and the sweat forming, but he wasn't most people. He frowned in thought as he tried to remember anything about his world.

"Oh yeah! I remember now, Star Wars! Hell, it's been ages since I watched those movies." he says with a laugh. He'd never visited Wedge's reality personally, but he'd seen the movies about it in another one. What was it they called the bad guys? "..Sith Lords! That's it! You think I'm one of them, don't you? Logical, I suppose. Given what you've seen me do already and in keeping with your own experiences. Nope, not a sith lord. Darth Dante never struck me as a good name. Besides, they all looked kinda creepy, Jedi is where it's at." he says with another laugh.

"I'm a Planeswalker. Let's see, how to explain? Uh, well...some people in my reality considered us gods, because we're incredibly powerful, can change our form, have oceans of magical energies to draw upon, and can step from one world to the next as easily as one person steps between rooms. We can move as fast as thought and are damned hard to kill if you don't know what you're doing or come unprepared." he explains, hoping he wouldn't creep the man out too much. "Glad to hear you can handle yourself though. You'll have a rough time of it here. Most vanilla mortals don't seem to do so well. Everyone's a demon, vampire, mage or blessed by some kind of divine entity around these parts. Makes it damned hard for regular folk to get by." he says lightly, taking another pull off the bottle.

He hauls himself to his feet after a moment, eyes scanning over the ship. "Hmm. SO what's wrong with it? Out of fuel or something? I know a good mechanic you could try and track down too, if you need it. Can fix anything he comes across as quick as blinking." he says, thinking of the creator of those like him. Decent enough guy if you could find him and get him to talk. "Oh, little more info for you. Closest place around here to find a city would probably be Utopia. Contained within the tower itself, it's kind of a hodge podge world built from the fragments of places already destroyed. Kinda nifty, but I've seen it before. Isafaro is a dictator kind of place, looking to wage war for the tower and claim it as they're own. Moon Valley has something hinky afoot there, not sure what yet. Crystal City seems to be the most peaceful and normal of them all. Jherrazad is currently at war with Isafaro as well I believe. And Hallowtown is kinda of an old medieval place. If you're looking for tech, best bets are Isafaro or Utopia I'd wager." he says, eyes roaming the horizon as he talked about the places he knew, hoping he was providing at least a little help for the poor guy.

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

Wedge quickly ended any complex, possibly endangering thoughts he had. This Dante was answering the questions in his own head, something he had not spoken aloud. Worry played through his head, but he did not show it. He did not want to bring any attention to his now very basic thoughts. "I do not know what this Star Wars is, but you seem... decently versed in what happened there. Are there any directions inside that tower to where I could return to my reality?"

Wedge tapped a button on his ship and listened to the hum of the engines as they activated in unison. Of all the things he had heard since the landing, this was the most pleasing. Systems went green in response to the activation, and it awaited his commands. He climbed into the cockpit and tested his controls, which thankfully, were still operational. Wedge felt a bit of relief course through him. He did not have anything familiar in his zone besides that, and the few things he had will be what keeps him from getting home sick. And my X-wing has to work. Since Mynock's down, it's all I've got.

"You should probably step, well, float back. The shields will activate and I don't think you need to be fried, or at least fry my Chempats." said Wedge, donning his helmet that was lying on the floor of the cockpit. He was rather surprised that he did not notice, since he usually keeps it on his head. "Answer my question once I check this thing. If it's airworthy, then it will change everything."

The cockpit closed, and Wedge pushed the power up. The engines flared, and he punched his repulsorlifts. The fighter rose slowly, shields coming into formation around the craft and pushing the swirling dirt away from the ship. Wedge smiled briefly, then ran a system diagnostic, opening and closing his S-foils, charging and firing his lasers into the dirt, as well as flying around to test it's responses. Satisfied, he landed again and popped the cockpit.

"She's working fine. A little sluggish, but well enough to keep me airborne. You were saying?"

[Linx]

He ponders the words Wedge had spoken before testing his machine out, and his crimson eyes followed it idly, before it settled down and he settled back into his seat on it's wing. "Star Wars was a movie series in a reality different from your own. Dealt with the rise of Darth Vader from Anakin Skywalker, to Luke finding out he was a Jedi, going to get trained by Yoda and bringing down Darth Vader, and everything in between. Story for them, reality for you I assume. I watched the movies, never got around to visiting myself, though I wish I had. A lightsaber would have been kinda cool to carry." he says with a smile, before his gaze inevitably returned to the tower.

"I'm not sure if there are directions actually. There's something written on the walls in an ancient script that's only vaguely familiar to me. I've probably seen it's descendents or something. All in all, it's probably a hit and miss type of effort, and even then, after going through, you have to hope you can find your way back into this world to try another portal. If not, you're stuck in an alternate reality with no idea of what's going on, or where you are." he says, shrugging lightly. It was a long shot that he could make it back home from here, but technically possible. Not something he himself would try until all other options had been exhausted though. And if he didn't have his planeswalking, or a guaranteed way back, he wouldn't attempt it at all. "Honestly, I think you're best bet is finding someone that can travel the worlds and convincing them to take you home. It's much safer that way, and with realities being converged here, it's a distinct opportunity. But then again, as eager as you are to get home, there are things here that threaten the whole of creation. What better way to defend your reality than by fighting it's enemies here? It's not like anyone back home knows what's going on, so it's kind of a thankless job, but it's the best fight you could ever engage in. At least, I think so." he says with another shrug.

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

Wedge frowned as he listened, confused on how Dante knew a basic summary of what happened to Luke's family line. He treated it as trivial information, something he would talk about in passing. Part of him ruffled up at his treatment of the history, another part of him was impressed by his knowledge. To treat it in that matter insinuated a vast repository of knowledge, something Wedge himself did not have. He silently told himself to read more once the war was over.

Dismay rippled through Wedge. A one shot guess? It's like some sort of gambling game! You win, or you lose bad. This can't be right... someone has to be able to read those words. he thought hopelessly. His squadron, the war, all of it could be permanently gone. Wedge slumped back into his chair, hand holding his forehead. This was not something he ever planned for. No way home, even though his only real home was what he was sitting in right now. Wedge never realized how dear to him the war was.

He shook himself, then removed his helmet and stared hard at it. "I've got to find someone who can do that. I have to. Too many innocent lives will die if I don't return. Until then, though, I'd better do what I can here. How can I help the situation here? I've got nothing better to do until then. Just as Rogue Squadron wou...." his voice trailed off, realizing that Tycho wouldn't be there to finish the words. A sigh escaped his mouth.

[Linx]

He frowns as he watches the man struggle to come to terms with his new reality. It was always tough, and Dante hated it. He raises, moving over to the man and places a hand on his shoulder, his normally exuberant face solemn. "I'm sorry, I truly am. You never deserved this. None of the people brought here did." he says softly. He sighed as he dropped his hand, looking away across the horizon, seeing more than the world that Wedge would, the weight of eons of life burdening his shoulders as his eyes drifted into sadness. When he spoke, his voice was tinged with anger however, at the thought of so many innocent men and women torn from everything they'd ever known and loved, ripped from families and friends and thrown into this hellish new existence to fight things so far out of even his weight class, with no hopes of victory, but no options but to fight every step of the way.

"This whole thing pisses me off Wedge, I'm going to be honest. I've half a mind to leave this place, end up wherever I may and wander my own way back to my adopted world. But then, how would I be able to help people like you? You want a way home, and I'll do my best to help that, but I may not be able to aid as much as either of us would like. My travel is sporadic, hectic at best. Many Planeswalkers have fine control of their ability, and can step from one end of reality to the next. I wander, more than anything, and it takes me forever to travel if I don't know the way. But there are people here that can help, some I know, a few I've heard of." he says, smiling lightly despite the anger and sorrow within.

"Linx in Utopia might be able to help. He's far older than I will ever be, and created people like me, he might be able to read these, if he could be roused from his machines. A band of warriors converged from realities, centered around Amoura. They have some knowledge of what is going on, and many powerful beings are drawn to them. There are other ancient entities of varying power that could help you, spread throughout this land. All would be a worthwhile pursuit in your quest to return home. If you need repairs of upgrades on your mechanics as well, I'd advise searching out Linx. He's spent all of his life working with machines, building them, repairing them and enhancing them. He knows more than anyone alive ever will, and he could help you a great deal more than I." He says, frowning in thought.

He sighs, shaking his head. "I promise you this though, if I ever leave here, I'll take you with me, if you choose to go. And if I ever wander my way to your reality, your worlds, I'll throw my lot in with your friends, and help you fight your war. Despite first appearances about me, I've been a fighter all my life. Skilled in both martial and magical prowess. Not that great at politics, admittedly, but point me at the target and it'll cease to be. I swear to you by my power, I will do everything I can to help your cause." he says quietly, his eyes hard as his hands clench around the hilt of the blade that wasn't with him at this time. Ragnarok would return at his call, and god have mercy upon his enemies when it did. With Ragnarok in his hands, he fought completely unbound, and his fury had leveled worlds to ash and slag. He was no mortal warrior he could tire and age, he was immortal and enduring. Nothing would bring him down.

"Until then, is there anything I can do to help you? I've spent a few weeks observing this world, and have eons of knowledge at my command, and quite a few skills besides, so if there's anything you need, name it, and I'll do my best for you. You deserve a fighting chance, if nothing else." he says quietly, staring up at the tower with hatred in his eyes, despising the evil thing for what it had done. When he found out who created it, there would be hell to pay. And if he learned to use it, to read the ancient script within, he'd be far more effective at helping these people return home. He sinks down to take a seat on the wing of Wedge's ship, ready to spend as much time as he needed to help the man, to instruct him in what to expect here.

[Insanity Renaissance]

“Lady, are you positive this is a good idea?”

There was a hint of worry in the synthesized voice the AI spoke it as it echoed through the small interior of the Gunship. Despite the fact that the AI was only a copy of the late General Adam Malcovich, he couldn't help but feel some concern about the “brilliant idea” his former subordinate had come up with.

“I'm positive, Adam.” The legendary bounty hunter, Samus Aran, replied with a small chuckle, as if her AI's hesitance was amusing. “We've been over this several times before.” She did not lie when she spoke; not only had the two gone over her plan together, but they had also covered it with the Luminoth of Aether, whose technology they relied on for the trip. With a sigh, she pressed a few symbols on a holographic screen before her, preparing the initial startup of her plan.

It had been several months since her destruction of the B.S.L. Station and the planet SR3-88, and the Galactic Federation were still less than pleased with her action, much less for her “theft” of Adam. Not like she cared. The Galactic Federation lately had failed to recognize the fact that she wasn't one of their dogs; she was an independent bounty hunter. Her actions weren't done for their own good, it was for the good and the galaxy, and the X parasite was a danger to everyone.

So while no charges had been pressed, Samus had been wise enough to avoid general Federation space, and had sought out her old friends; the Luminoth. It was with them she had hidden her extra gunship, which she had used during her final campaign against Phazon and Dark Samus, and it was with them that her suit was returned to its original glory (before it had been altered when the Federation scientists during her surgery) and she had learned of the Downward Spiral.

While Samus was less than comfortable with the idea of tearing her ship through reality, the idea of realities crumbling until they were no more bothered her even more, and it was what the Luminoth warned her what could happen. Her duty has as a Chozo Warrior drove her more than her quest for revenge lately, as killing hundreds of Space Pirates and Ridley several times over had all but worked out her need for bloodshed against them. And as there was no other threat to the galaxy at the moment, it was the only matter she had to attend to.

“Engage the device,” Samus said as she typed away, brushing a loose strand of blond hair out her face. “The device” was the piece of equipment designed for one simple purpose: getting her ship to the world the Luminoth said she was needed, Genesis. Apparently it would be hard to get her ship through the Spiral itself, so the device would enable her to run alongside it, as one sprouted from this uninhabited planet. It was a risky maneuver, as it could result in her ship (and herself) getting torn to shreds, but it was well-worth the risk. As Adam activated the equipment, her ship began to hum and rumble, as if she was in the belly of a great beast.

“O.K., now let's-” Samus stopped short as the rumble turned into violent shaking and her vision went white, then black. To the bounty hunter, it felt as if she had only closed her eyes to blink, but the next thing she knew, she was rubbing her eyes as her ship plummeted down the side of the Downward Spiral towards ground she did not recognize, the mass of metal in a steep nose dive. In an instinctive rush of panic, her suit appeared on her body with a warm glow of yellow, and she proceeded to try and pull the ship up. Her efforts with manual control seemed futile, as the ship remained unresponsive and offline. A few seconds later and she was banging at the controls, screaming out at the top of her lungs.

“ADAM!” The ground was only a few hundred meters away now, and she could make out two figures in her direct path. 'I'm going to crash right into them,' she thought with horror, trying to get her ship to respond. Just as she was about to give up and brace for impact, the lights flickered on as the hum of her online ship reached her ears. As soon as the controls were lit, she pulled the ship out of it's dive, narrowly missing what would be an unfortunate end. A few dozen meters away from the individuals, her ship landed, the systems still weak and the power low. For a moment, Samus just sat in the pilot's chair, staring out into space as the adrenaline still pumped through her veins, unsure of what to do.

“Lady?” Adam called out, trying to get her attention. His voice made her jump, and she spun around before calming herself. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I'm fine,” She replied, glad she hadn't crashed and met a fiery end. “Can you run a ship diagnostic?” After a moments pause, Adam spoke again.

“While no damage had been sustained to the hull of the ship, Weapons, Jump Drive, Power-suit Repair, Inertial Dampening, and several other non-primary systems have been overloaded. It will take sometime to repair.” With a sigh, Samus removed her helmet, scratching her head.

“How long?”

“ETA is 7 hours.” Samus rose form her seat, checking over the weapons her powersuit was currently equipped with. She did not have her Gravity, Light, or Dark upgrades on her suit, but she was hoping she didn't need them at the moment.

“In the meantime, I'll investigate the area, starting with those people we almost hit,” She informed her AI, leaving in no room for argument, even though she knew he wouldn't object.

“Good luck.” With Adam's curt farewell, the blond stepped onto the platform in the center of her ship, which dropped down to the ground and enabled her to exit. Her helmet re-equipped, she took a scan of her surroundings, delighted to find the air was in fact breathable. Her gaze fixating on the two she almost had crashed into, she jogged over to them, which appeared more like a sprint to the normal human.

Stopping several yards away, she quickly scanned the two males. They both appeared human, but scans revealed that one of them was far from human, but some kind of dimensional.. traveler. She'd have to look over the data later. What was important was the fact that they weren't shooting at her. Yet.

“Excuse me,” Samus asked, her voice distinctly female despite sounding synthesized through her suit. “This place wouldn't happen to be Genesis, would it?”

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

Wedge listened to Dante's words. He could hear the range of emotions in his voice, betraying the once deceptive feelings Wedge got from him. He must've dealt with this one too many times. I don't want to force myself upon him. I'm alright with staying here, if I have to. Without Dante, he knew he was doomed to remain here on this planet, doomed to never know if what he fought for for years would pan out to a victory.

Dante's skill would prove useful in the New Republic's battle against the Imperial Remnant. Wedge could tell that just based off his shapeshifting powers. But Dante's words on his skill were... interesting, to say the least. A thought went through his mind to see if he could get him to support the New Republic, if only to save lives. He was in no condition to respond, however, because of his large depression he had fallen into.

The Correlian took a second to ponder a life here. No Imperials, no Rebellion... he could actually grow to like it. No fear of a Death Star in the galaxy, only how the affairs of the planet here. He could take power, and usher in a new reign of peace and prosperity if he wanted to. But I really do not like politics one bit. he thought flatly. The more he thought about it, the more he realized how he really could not survive without a war to fight. Though peace was something he had always strived for, he had lived in war so long, it was almost automatic to be ready to fight. Adjusting to a more peaceful atmosphere would be... difficult.

Wedge felt his hair stand on end as more adrenaline pumped through his body. He glanced into the sky "Incoming!" Wedge grabbed Dante's shirt and yanked him into the cockpit onto his lap. He hit the quick-starter on his X-wing, and punched the left, then right repulsorlifts, sending the X-wing flying diagonally into the air about 20 feet, before floating there. He rotated the X-wing to face the craft as the other craft came to a halt.

Wedge let out a small sigh of relief at the sudden change of course and landing. However, he was confused by the fact that he happened to be a hotspot for all this commotion. Perhaps something coming through makes a disturbance in the Force... I wish Luke were here to tell me. he thought, bringing the X-wing down for a landing and priming his blaster in case of attack. Especially since the mechanized warrior emerged from it's ship and ran quickly towards them.

[Linx]

Dante blinks in surprise as Wedge grabs him, instinctively planeswalking out of his grasp, his head snapping up to respond to the flare of power he felt as a new ship dropped like a stone for their position. Wedge was already in action, maneuvering away, and Dante just glared at it. As a Planeswalker, his mind could process billions of years of thought in a single instant, much more than a human had time for, and so he ran through several scenarios in his head, before settling on the least revealing of them. He didn't want to give away everything he could do after all, then there wouldn't be any surprises left for people! Without a movement or sound, an azure dome sprang to life around them, that once something impacted, say a ship descending from above straight down, it'd be launched out on the side is if it hadn't crossed the intervening space or changed it's course, hurtling now parallel to the ground. Of course, the pilot managed to recover the craft before it was an issue and merely skimmed the shield, settling to land in the distance.

He huffs out a breath, the azure dome fading away as he slips his hands into his pockets, remaining stationary in mid air as the person ran to them, staring at her intently as his brain processed everything his eyes were seeing. "Damn tower." he mutters, shaking his head before descending to the ground, touching down lightly. He didn't know exactly what the thing she was holding did, but it seemed harmless enough, and when he spoke, he shook his head. "Yeah, this is Genesis. Though why in the hell you'd have come here willingly is beyond me. Ever occur to you that you might not make it home?" he inquires, brow raised his expression somewhat resigned. Every new person that arrived here was in danger, things were rapidly unfolding here and everyone was threatened, even someone like him. He stares hard at the helmeted face of the woman before them and asks the obvious question, "What in the nine hells possessed you to come here anyway?" he asks, wondering how foolish humans had been getting since he'd quit living among them.

Always somewhat fool hardy, they were the type to find a hole in reality and instead of leaving it alone, they would tear it even wider, determined to poke their noses into it, claim any power it held, and obliterate their enemies. The fallacy of human logic was staggering really, and he'd never understand it. Then again, maybe you had to be human in order to do so. He shakes his head, waving a hand in the air. "No matter, you should leave while you still can. This world isn't safe." he says, hoping she'd get right back into her ship, and fly back into whatever hole she came out of. Gods know that it would be safer, and that would be one less person on his conscious when everything inevitably went to hell around here. He'd quit socializing because in the end, situations like this ended up with the deaths of everyone he knew, more often than not. He'd grown tired of being a failure so he'd begun to distance himself, for his own good. Now that he'd met these two however, he was going to feel responsible should something happen. Blast and bebother the gods and their games, and thrice damn the humans for their infernal curiosity! He sighs as another large bottle of whiskey appears in his hand as he slugs it back. Oh yeah, he was going to need a lot of alcohol for this place.

[Insanity Renaissance]

Blinking for a moment at Dante's response to her question, Samus was unsure of how to respond. Her puzzlement was then quickly replaced with annoyance at his bitter commentary. Clenching her teeth for a moment, she resisted the ever-growing urge to hit the man. For some reason, the man reminded her of her Chozo caretakers. There was something about him that just seemed... old. It made her feel like a child again, being chastised for her recklessness by Old Bird and Gray Voice, speaking of things she didn't understand at that young age. Suddenly, she felt like the inexperienced little girl she was during her training, and it unsettled her, since she had seen so much already. But it was a little strange, as his tone betrayed what almost seemed to be concern. 'Concern for a stranger?' He didn't seem the type, but at the moment, that wasn't her problem.

“I didn't come her looking for safety,” She replied curtly, her tone neutral. “And I have nothing worth returning to.” Her life was not her concern. Samus had spent her entire life fighting for something, someone. Revenge. Safety for the galaxy. Family. Peace was something that she couldn't stand, as it always seemed fake to her, as if someone was trying to trap her in a dream. So she was always on the move, always looking for something worth doing, someone who needed to be protected. She held no attachments beside her ship, her knowledge, and her equipment; everything else was disposable, replaceable. So she would fight, until the day she died, and she would die fighting. Growing old and immobile was not something she looked forward to in the slightest.

Raising her eyebrow as a bottle of alcohol appeared in the man's hand, the bounty hunter's icy blue eyes falling on Wedge. You'd have to be an idiot not to notice he wasn't a pilot, but the design of his ship, as well as his weapon, were foreign to her. Quickly switching to her Scan Visor, she scanned the ship, reminding herself to look over the data when she returned to her own Gunship. Her massive curiosity had been given to her by living with the Chozo, who were always seeking to better understand the universe around them, so this completely new world was something of a wonder to her. When she wasn't fighting for her life and the lives of others, Samus knew she had plenty to keep her occupied.

“My name's Samus.” She spoke, suddenly remembering that introductions were something of importance when it came to interacting with other people. “Samus Aran. I'm a bounty hunter.”

[Sherwood the Kinda-Great]

Wedge noted the red light now flashing in his cockpit, alerting him of a sensor lock playing on his ship's hull. He had a feeling it was this bounty hunter, Samus, who had just introduced herself. Her armor was definitely full of surprises, especially the large shoulder pads and the arm cannon, or so he deduced.

He was not pleased by the bounty hunter part, though. He had heard stories of Boba Fett, legendary Mandalorian bounty hunter, back in his home galaxy. Boba was renowned for being a very very dangerous man who has been said to have actually held his ground alone against Vader himself. This was a very hard feat, and he figured, based on the other stories about him, that it was more or less true. This bounty hunter seemed similarly equipped, namely the T-like visor she had on her face. Wedge's knowledge of the Clone Wars taught him that Mandalorian style of armor, something that was once widespread before the Purge.

He knew not to trust a bounty hunter. They ran strictly for a paycheck, and rarely followed their own beliefs. They did the job to their best of ability. Wedge doubted even in this galaxy that she would be any different.