[center][color=red][h1][i]~ALASTOR~[/i][/h1][/color][/center]
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The steady beep of the heartbeat monitor quickened as Alastor's heart beat increased, his mind growing ever closer to consciousness. Letting out a pained moan, the Laizu turned human slowly opened his eyes, which had a soft violet glow even in the bright sterile environment of the room he was now laying in, and examined his surroundings. Instead of a blue expanse with periodic patches of cold and white or the churning ashen gray of his home plane, Alastor saw a barren white plane above him in which squares of light were embedded, hanging in midair a few feet above him. Turning his head slightly, or as best he could given the spikes of pain he now felt radiating throughout his body, a side effect of the impact most likely, the injured Laizu examined the rest of the strange room it now found itself in. Off to the right were several rectangular objects, some with odd billowy substances laying on them, with others being surrounded by the stuff, each of which was a different color. And off to the left was just more of the same, although there were some major differences with these rectangular objects than with those on his right side. 

Unlike the objects off to his right, the one's on his left had what looked to be primitive technological devices attached to them. Most of which seemed to be monitors of some kind, though there were some metallic looking devices with clear fluid filled sacks hanging from hooks sitting next to them. Alastor let out a mental chuckle. These humans and their tech. It was somewhat similar to his peoples technology, albeit [I]much[/I] less advanced or sophisticated. Hell, they still had to find a way to convert their physical forms into that of pure energy or something similar to it if they ever wanted to traverse dimensional barriers. That or come up with some pretty powerful devices... Alastor let his head fall back onto a soft puffy surface with a weak sigh as he ended that line of thinking. He'd be laying here all day if he kept musing like this. And that was time he could not afford to waste. He had to figure out a way of getting back to Chaazim. And possibly raising a military force along the way. His power had been greatly diminished since arriving and Alastor knew that his enhanced human body could only do so much, especially in a hostile realm like that of his home plane.

Maybe another dimension could provide him with the tech, forces, and resources he required. Zi'ir or Kakrin perhaps...

Alastor's eyes narrowed into thin slits as he immediately cut off his previous line of thought. For standing directly in front of him was a human male in a blueish shirt, pants, a white coat that reached down to his waist, gloves, and a mask.

"Who are you?" Alastor asked, his voice becoming low and menacing. "And where am I?"