------Star fall---------
It was meant to be an easy job, just hit the cargo ships, a little job keeping a low tech planet down to low tech.
You came in from the dark side of the moon, the ships engines of your star fighter howling as you let rip with laser cannons an sent them in to the great void dragons icy kiss.
Then things got complicated, a string of laser blasts from the planet, that smashed of you're ships left wing clean off.
With the cock pit screaming at you, lights flashing wild you push towards the planet, hoping that some where there was a soft landing as you fell in to the atmosphere.
Controls locked tight and fuel burning, you fell a shooting star from the heavens down in to the earth.
It's not a crash that most pilots hope to survive but your not most pilots, born from a cyber womb of Telos, you where born part machine with a will stronger then mere flesh.
With a lest act of will you set intra shields to maximum before you blackout.
Fire! The burning cockpit, The star filled sky, the visions flashing before you're eyes.
You blink an jump back from the fire, blinking as you see the small camp fire for what it is.
The man across the fire looks at you, his old face lined by time an weather.
"Awake are you? Star Faller.
Good we have to talk."
You don't feel like talking , in fact you feel like vomiting.
"The metal man he spoke of a riseing. I was a boy then young an ignorant.
But he spoke so with wisdom of the stars, now i know his word's to be thru we must slay the sperchter
Of the red banner high! of the lords thrown down an every man equal.
Of the end of serfdom! and the false priests!
Do you have word from him? the comrades are ready.
Arms have been hidden, cells set up and with just a word the proletariat will rise, is the time right?"
You spit an then vomit in the shadows of his camp fire, "him? who what?" you ask wiping you're face clean.
"The metal man from the stars. He that came with the book." he passes you a dog eared copy of da capital.
You are from the stars, i saw you fall." he answers.
With a groan you realise that your on a low tech world, an far worse the red robots have been here first.
"Uh no i don't have words, i'm not really meant to be here.." you mutter.
Takeing a breath you look around, mostly it's sheep, grey and black sheep, but in the distance you see hot chemical fire from your spaceship.
"Ah that's where i found you, just feet from the fire, you where." the man tells you.
"Thank You" you lie back and night turns in to day.
Its early morning, the cold air bite's as you push the camp fire together and set a kettle.
You exhale an slowly start to plan.
Setting you're situation into goals an simple idea's.
1) I've been shot down, by a planet based laser battery.
2) This is a primitive shit hole, my saver farms sheep an smells like one too.
3) The red robots have prepared the planet for a rising, an soon too.
While a shepherds Jezail is not a military arm, the red robots have never been one's fore caring about causality's.
4) there's likely a ship headed off plant an that's from the same lot as shot you down.
Some Goals for the current year
A: Get Armed
B: Get off planet
Status personal.
Level 0 Cyborg
Advantages =
-------Nil------
Arms: nothing.
Clothing: rags
Asset :none.
Data corruption restore for biological frame work? Y
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Clothing: Rags
Arms: Nill.
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