ARCADIA-1. Intro, the hero.

	Far above, in the skies above New York, a large ship comes into view, large enough to spark interests in all those on the ground there. It was a massive saucer, made from what looks like sleek black tar, the light of the sun reflecting off of the sheen of the craft. It showed no other identifying features, which may bring more worry, why a black disk shaped vessel of such massive proportions has appeared. Others would wonder, who was piloting such a vessel, and what was their intent?
	
	"..Give up, we have you now. You're going to serve us, either willingly, or we'll rip your memories from your dying mind, and place them into a machine..." A strange creature hisses, a reptilian monster, nearly twelve feet tall, clad in armor, and arms. It's eyes were golden, its fangs dripping with a caustic poison, distorting its speech. However, this was not the hero...no, this creature was speaking to the hero of this story.
	
	"..Hmph. Figures. Reptilites. Didn't you learn last time..?" Darven asks, backed into a corner, in his hands two strange beakers, one filled with a green liquid, and the other a strange glowing black liquid, it seeming to extrude darkness. He begins to loosen a grip on both, and the Reptilite leaps at Darven, fangs bared. This, was Darven's chance. Quickly, he tosses both vials into the monster's mouth, while starting to roll out of the way. The creature bites down onto these beakers, shattering them, letting out a horrible scream as it begins to rapidly expand, like a balloon. Darven didn't take the time to look back, quickly running past the expanding creature, darting past tables, and guardsmen, who too were fleeing. Reptilites and humans alike fled, for they knew what would come next. Darven was the first to arrive, at the escape pods, not twenty seconds later, running faster than he had ever done before, his legs aching, but he heeded his pain not. Quickly, he launched most of the pods, saved for one, which he entered. He already sees Reptilites getting close, as he closes the hatch on his pod, and launches it, heading towards the ground below.



		Thus huge, tar disk shaped ship suddenly explodes, shrapnel raining down upon the terrain, many empty escape pods crashing into hills, abandoned buildings, and more, but one pod in particular continues to fly along, holding a singular life form, the only survivor of that mysterious ship. He began to pilot his pod, using it's comms system to send out a message. He was stranded, and he knew nothing about where he was, but he knew this place had a breathable atmosphere, and decently strong gravitational pull. He was hoping, no, praying he would be saved by whoever heard his message. Not only was it directly as a radio message, but, as well, via a speaker system inbuilt into the pod, blasting his voice to all those below.
	"My name is Darven. I am a human male, asking for assistance. I repeat, I am asking for assistance, for I have been stranded on this world. Please, I ask for help...."

	Who would be the first to respond to this call? The radio signal reaches all corners of the planet, and it would repeat...until help..or..someone arrived.