On the surface of the Planet, indeed the Ascendancy soldiers, survivors of the Circle of Hell's crash, were surveying the area around them with their weaponry. It was nothing short of rotten luck that had this prison ship land on a planet currently undergoing a farmer rebellion against their army; anyone who would likely be willing to lend a helping hand to them has their hands full with the overly armed farmers. As such, it seemed likely they were ready for anything that could be thrown at them.

What wasn't likely seen by Moonstrike or by Xuanxang during the briefing was the silhouette in the distance, overlooking these soldiers as they continued to guard the parameter around the crashed Circle. There was not much to say about the man - even that is not entirely clear - as half of his body was covered in what appeared to be light black armor over a black jumpsuit, while the other half was disproportionately covered in a clearly black armor. His face and head was additionally covered by what appeared to be a round-helmet made almost entirely out of tinted glass.

One would imagine that he'd be quite inconspicuous, seeing as its daylight and the black colored aesthetic contrasts the daylight colors of the area. Combine that with ascendancy guards and guns looking around for their own safety, and this person looked more and more like he was just asking to get shot. It might be due in part to the fact that he is keeping his distance from the site for the moment, not enough distance to make a long run back, nor long enough to not be able to notice the guards, but just enough to where one would have to squint hard to notice him, not helped that he is currently using this dark aesthetic to his advantage, hiding behind the shadow of a tree.

He simply stood there in silence, waiting for something to happen, making hand-signs to seemingly no one in particular. However his hand stopped doing so all of a sudden, as he began looking around, as if he was alerted to something by someone not currently with him. His gaze turned towards the direction where the Xuanxang was landing.

Placing his hand to the bottom of his helmet where his chin would be, he looked again towards the Circle of Hell, then, after about a half-minute, he pressed his fingers against the part of the helmet covering his ears.

"[b]...There is no need to fret. We may be able to remedy the situation yet. Bishop, establish a channel.[/b]" The man said, clearly to whoever was speaking on the other end of the communicator. After a little while of simply standing there, he began to move out of the shadows, revealing more armor than usual on his legs and one of his arms.

Slowly but surely, he began heading closer and closer to the Prison ship, seemingly making damn sure that no one would spot him. The closer he got, the more it would be realized that he wasn't alone, as other silhouettes begin closing in.

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