Dara'h 'keh T'eelosm'an barely noticed the crash.
His many years of service had made him hardened and experienced. In that time, he had became somewhat attached to earth. However, he knew he walked upon an earth that was as scarred as it's moon.
He had seen little more then ruins and dust.
Never before had he seen actual earth plants, other then the weeds that overgrew the most oldest of cities. And now, he walked through a garden of the most exquisite and exotic plants he had ever seen.
Dara'h 'keh had been patrolling around the city for weeks now, along with a team of soldiers. Silently, they had gone through every building, except this one.
On this cold morning, he had stumbled in what seemed to be an improvised garden. Small water reservoirs hanged under gaps in the roof, with a system of tubes leading them down to the floor, which was ripped open.
Something had made an irrigation system in a wasteland.
Amazed by the splendor of all this, he examined the plants closely. He could see small, brittle flowers with purple and red petals.
Flowers which looked like a stalk with a head covered in small white fuzzes.
But the pinacle of the garden seemed to be a green plant that was sizeably larger then the others. It had already started to form fruits; small, orangelike balls hanged from it's leafs. Some of the larger fruits had already turned red. For some reason, he liked them.
Since he knew nothing about these flowers, he decided to give them nicknames.
He pondered long and hard over how he should call his favourite plant, the red fruitbearing plants. Since his native language knew little words to describe beauty, he called it "Sharai". The way how his younger brother always said his mother's name.
His slumber in paradise could not continue forever, though.
He suddenly realized how long he had been lingering around this mysterious garden.
Dara'h 'keh quickly printed this place in to his mind and left it to continue his patrol.
When he exited, he looked up to the sky briefly. This was one of his habits when one his patrol. If it hadn't been for this habit, though, he wouldn't have noticed the tail of a SCO hanging from a block of appartements, three human streets up ahead.
He roared in to Xyv gauntlet, which had an incorporated message transmitter.
"SCO crashed in to block of appartements. Patrol is on it's way to investigate."
He ran towards the patrol's meeting place.
His team had not been distracted by any garden, and had noticed, probably witnessed, the SCO long before him. And indeed, as he arrived, the entire team was present and ready.
"We've been waiting for you, boss!" one of them commented.
"I've been... obstructed by something. Has base given orders yet?"
Several members sniffed.
"Any local force is free to engage and eliminate." Shrapnel, his second in command answered.
Noone knew Shrapnel's real name. He was nicknamed Shrapnel after the many pieces of ammo that had left him scarred. It was a miracle some of his wounds had actually healed. Ever since he had nearly lost his eyes, he now carried a very heavy Xyv helmet and mid-class body armour.