WARNING, WARNING

The bright words flashed across his visor, nearly hindering his view as he gazed on silently. Through his descent in the air, his body became like that of a shooting star. Heated, glowing, glorious to look at. Even as more and more warnings appeared, some about his increasing velocity, others about his chance of survival, even as they blotted out his view, he remained silent.

"I've failed her..."

He whispered as his body screamed through the air, thinking back to only just moments ago when he was fighting his intended foe.

An entity known as Dark Falz.

WARNING, WARNING

The words flashed across his field of vision once more, nearly doubling the amount of images that popped up inside of his visor. He only shook his head to them, disabling the system safety limiter as he continued his streak across the sky. That was when he saw it. Tiny at first, minuscule even, but it was there. The possibility of a small island was just inside of his visors view. Perhaps a chance for redemption?

No.

A smaller image appeared into his view. There was no chance for survival upon impact. He would be destroyed in every shape and form. That is, however, until the two, MAG like wings floating near his back bobbed for a second as if speaking to him. He turned his head slightly, to the best of his ability through such intense speed. It was seconds later that the image flashed onto his visor.

WARNING, MAG Protocol; Light Barrier activating. Process will overheat, and destroy the MAG cores unless otherwise prevented.

If at that moment his eyes could shoot open wide, they would. His partner, his companion since he joined the rank of the Hunter's Guild, about to destroy itself in what he perceived as, a foolish sacrifice. He wanted to cry out, yet his voice came out as that as a murmur. He wanted to try and turn, yet his body refused. He wanted to turn, to embrace his companions as though to stop, and be destroyed with him, yet they refused to move. More and more, he could hear the intense cry, the intense screeching as it began to over power his senses.

Faster, and faster, the gyro-core that evolved inside both MAGs began to spin, to rotate at such a violent speed. An energy, much like what some would refer to as the 'light', began to spin, to form inside of their chassis'. More and more, much like a violent torrent now, the energy within the winged shape forms. Violently rending, tearing them away from the inside out. Their screams, unheard with the exception to him. He could hear them, he could feel the pain as they were torn inside out.

Then, for a brief second, it felt as though time stopped. The meter at the top left of his visor, flashing 100 percent. As much as he had felt their presence building, they soon vanished. From what he had felt. From an outside view, for just a split second, the MAGs bodies had ruptured and burst. Forming what appeared to be their true form. A long, elegant pair of bright wings.

Though their bodies had shattered, their purposed remained. The light bursting forth wrapped his body around in a protective shell, coating every inch of him in it's protective barrier. For the many hours, the many times he had used his own body to defend them, they were finally able to return the favor to him, much to his dislike, much to his own pain.

His moment of sorrow was cut far too brief, as his body collided finally with the small island. Thrown about like a rag doll, bouncing, and ricocheting off of the ground violently. Even though he was constructed out of metals designed to resist such torture, it would've ripped his body asunder with ease. The protective barrier, however, still remaining strong as he finally came to a slide.

Casting his gaze upwards for a moment, all images upon his visor disappeared as he saw the sky much similar to Ragol's. Beautiful, serene, much like an unpainted picture, or a land untouched by corrupted hands. Perhaps he was home, just thrown to another part of land, one that seemed to be unexplored?

No.

Though his thoughts appealed to him at that moment, they were not the case. Through his battle with the great darkness, he appeared to have been thrown through space, perhaps to another time? He did not know. Though at the moment, he could hardly care. Heat still arose from his heated armor, as he now laid in a cradle of glass and sand. He was all alone now, with no possibility of rescue, without his companions...

Left on a world much like Ragol...

That was when he sat quickly. 'Much like Ragol?' He mused to himself. The thought of another beast infested planet crossed his mind, and daresay, sickened him. But fighting was all that he knew, all that he was good it. If this place was indeed much like Ragol, it would be time to make the best of his situation.

For several minutes Thas watched what looked like a shooting star falling to the ground. He guessed on about where it would land, glanced about to see if anyone else was around in case they would be in any danger from the object's impact. Seeing no one else around Thas finally laid his head back down onto the warm sand where he had chosen to take a nap yawning somewhat.

To those who may be around he would appear to be a fairly large dragon, grey in color with brightly glowing light grey eyes. His scales covered in a slight glossy sheen which reflected a bit of light. By far he would be the most easily noticed thing in sight along the shoreline, mostly due to the size of his massive dragon form. However he wasn't concerned with the object falling from the heavens, it wasn't large enough to pose a threat nor would it likely hit anywhere close to him. Thas also had no reason to worry about anyone trying to harm him. The people in the land seemed fairly peaceful for the most part and everyone else probably wouldn't care to bother with the Grey dragon anyhow. Even so with a slight chance of someone being brave or foolish enough his breath attack while harmless would slow them to a stand still till the effects of the stasis gas wore off. By then Thas could have moved on or talked some sense into the fool.

When the object finally impacted with a thud, Thas looked up to see a small man shaped metal object bounce across the ground till it finally slid to a stop in the sand.

"Well that wasn't a rock"

Thas thought to himself as he slowly stood up stretching out to shake the tired feeling away. With a yawn he finally began to head over to where the object finally rested, dragging the smell of old dusty tomes and a warm fireplace with him. When he drew closer to the place Thas took a moment to examine the object noticing that it was indeed the form of a man made out of metal. For a moment he wondered if he was looking at some kind of statue at least until it sat upright at that point he figured it to be a golem of some sort. Highly curious now Thas moved closer casting a large shadow down on Mercury, carefully lowering his face down to take a closer look at the metal man.

Grunting somewhat in his hollow and metallic voice, he would glance around for a moment at the opened shore ahead of him. Nothing but the beach, trees, and an ocean as far as he could tell. Though having experienced this once before, he knew deep within his core that he needed to prepare for anything that would come his way. Lowering his head, becoming oblivious to his surroundings or the large creature behind him, once more would his safety protocol file become active.

Thousands upon thousands of images swarmed his mind. Each warning him about something different or another. MAG contact was no longer available, location unknown, unable to recall to Pioneer 2, system failure immin- wait. The glowing eyes that were hidden by the numerous and various images quickly brought that single image forward. Metallic fingers clenching into a fist as the thought quickly hit him. He had gone through three lairs of the ruined space ship without even so much as to return to recharge. Not only that, but it was indeed fact that his mags had to draw upon the power of his own core to create such a barrier to survive the impact. A more drastic mean of resupplying his core was needed.

A small, circular device upon the back of his neck would flash brightly, and turn once. Holding his arms outstretched, hands opened wide, a pair of mech-guns would materialize within his grasp. The familiar light blue photon spark igniting each weapon. Though now, not for much longer. Making an adjustment to his system, his chest cavity would split into two. Two thin tentacle like objects moving to behind each cylinder. Once they grasped unto the back of them, the siphoning process began. Much like a creature of an old fairy tail draining the life of someone with some form of appendage or another, he would repeat the process here and now. The bright blue spark that once lit the guns, dimming for a moment before turning a full black. Drained entirely of their photon energy, they were now nothing more than clubs. The tentacles, having completed their duty, retracted back into the brightly glowing chest cavity, which soon closed afterwords.

Slowly, each of the images began to fade away until only one remained.

SYSTEM NOMINAL

Though once his vision had returned, he noticed that a large shadow has been cast over him. Perhaps in his down time some manner of creature approached. Due to it's size, he would guess a Hilde Bear or something of the sort.

Remaining as still as possible, he would slowly bring his left arm to his side. Pressing his elbow into his metallic armor. His right hand raising as the barrel of the useless gun remained upon his shoulder. Another soft click filled the air as once more the circular device upon the back of his neck turned once more. The weapons, quickly fading from his hands as two more were produced from the strange device. A long blade which hung over his shoulder, and a long claw type weapon which took it's place upon his left arm. Serving as a sort of shield.

With a cry in his native tongue, which would seem odd to the one behind him, he would take a pivoting step. Quickly bringing the tip of the blade along the ground as he swung upwards. Though as the ignited blade flew through the air, the blade sharp down to the molecule, he would freeze. Not at what he saw or the imposing size of the creature, though because he was forbidden to do so.

CREATURE UNKNOWN, FURTHER STUDY REQUIRED

The words flashed once across his visor as he slowly nodded. Standing upright, gazing at the dragon as he once more rested the sword against his shoulder.

The moment Mercury let out his battle cry, Thas's curiosity immediately left him. Quickly the dragon pulled his face away from the approaching attach, rearing up onto his hind legs. Thas then paused, noticing the change in the metal man's actions. With a snort Thas settled his front legs back to the ground making a soft thud. Again his curious nature would take over and Thas would resume his inspection lowing his face right down level with Mercury's. Thas would then turn his head sideways leaving only his right eye to be seen as he looked right into Mercury's face. Then a deep rumble from Thas's throat could be heard as she began to speak.

"Easily startled metal man? Or perhaps your a man inside a suit of metal. Neither matters too much to me, though I am curious about how one such as yourself got here and could survive the means of doing so. Hmm... Most curious..."

During the whole time Thas spoke his head would move around, one eye always facing toward Mercury as he continued looking the metal man over.

"Hmm not a hint of flesh at all, completely metal. Interesting...But that still does not explain how you survived that impact."

Slowly Thas would draw his face away sitting upright on his hind quarters. Head tilted downward to observe Mercury and to perhaps wait for a response to the comments that had been made.