Landing

Finally, the ancient ship rose from its ashes anew. Though with teething pains, it exitted the atmosphere of a planet it had been residing on for centuries and began to depart, leaving the globe behind in the clear windows of the vessel. Once it left the gravity well of the planet, light itself distorted as it began to accelerate rapidly through the cosmos towards ancient coordinates unburied. Curosity and thirst for knowledge drove the occupants to a dangerous new frontier their species had not experienced for a long time. And soon the autopilot disengaged their hyperspace, dragging the vessel to deccelerate rapidly as a large blue and green orb began to grow rapidly before them.

Anyone with the ability to sense power levels or detect them on a scouter, might notice a number of powerful individuals gradually approaching the planet, making for perhaps a shiver of fear or excitement in those who could feel it. The normal inhabitants of the planet would be blissfully aware of possible danger that reared its head in the skies. Figures on board watched the windows to the new world, noticing how rich with life it appeared to be even from this height as the vessel began to de-orbit. At first, it simply shuddered from the normal stresses of such a feat, however it would become noticable that the planet was smaller and less dense than their homeworld. The ship had to work far less than taking off.

Above in the skies, a fiery bright flicker could be seen like a comet, however once the ship slowed to atmospheric speeds, its shielded hull would come out unscathed and glimmering like a suspicious object - certainly nothing this planet could naturally produce and definately no rock from space.

It appeared to be landing in the snowy taundra to the north, where three mysterious figures step out and take in the frigid air.

(Coordinates: 135,446 )