[center][h2][b]Zhane/Sliver Ranger[/b][/h2][/center]

[b]Location: Wilkes-Barre, Pennsylvania[/b]

It was a dark night in Wilkes-Barre, the only thing keeping the city from being in total darkness was the street lights. At least in the part of the city that Zhane was in. He does not know how long he spent searching the city for any sign of Spa'ark. Zhane had not spotted any sign of those humans from the crash site yet, but seeing how they were searching for the same thing. He knew he had to find Spa'ark first, for he knew what Spa'ark is capable of, unlike these humans. However, the idea did weigh in his mind of getting help from the humans.

They share a common goal, and they would most likely want to stop Spa'ark as well if he told them what Spa'ark's plans are. But the fear Zhane has is that they will not listen to him, or worse, end up imprisoning him. He sighed as he passed a public park and took the time to sit down on a bench to think. He is a stranger to this world, and maybe he can trust the humans, or maybe he cannot. So for now, Zhane will hunt for Spa'ark on his own. However, it would be nice to have help in this matter. 

Though as he rested on the cold metal bench, trying hard to figure out where Spa'ark had gone. This city may be small, but it is alot for one person, and at least since it is the dead of night. Not many people would be awake and active. "Think, Zhane, think," he pressured himself. Where would I go after crash-landing on a foreign planet, no idea of where I am, and finding a place to continue my experiments? He thought to himself as he tried to get into the mind of an evil being who seeks to control death. A process he was not fond of, but what can he do?

Maybe salvage what they could from the ship, get far enough away, just in case the natives show up. Probably try to blend in since they look human and set up somewhere. Zhane took the moment to pull out a data tablet and went to a picture of Andros. An old picture of the two of them after graduating from the academy on Korovia. Both of them were wearing white uniforms and wearing smiles on their faces. An old but good memory before becoming a Ranger. A reminder of a better time long before Spa'ark broke free from their prison. 

"You okay, son?"

Zhane was surprised and caught off guard by the sudden voice and met the stranger's eyes. An old man by the look of it, on the thinner side, and wearing some human clothes and a hat. "Uh.... no," he said, being honest with the human. "Sorry, I thought I was the only one out in this part of the city." Zhane trying to explain himself so as not to seem suspicious.

"You are not from around here, are you?"

Zhane wondered how this human knew that, "what makes you say that?"

"The accent, everyone here speaks the same, and you do not, and how you dress."

"I see, is that a problem?"

"No, just an observation, and you mind if I sit with you?"

"Ah, no," Zhane made room on the bench for the old man.   

Who sat down next to him. 

I need to be more careful, Zhane thought as he waited for the old man to speak.                    

"What is your name son?" The old man asked and spoke in a friendly tone, but showing his age.

"Zhane," he awkwardly said. "What is yours?"

"Gearld and you are definitely not from here." He chuckled for a bit.

"That obvious, eh?" Zhane knows he needs a plan to blend in better with humans.

"But, enough about that, what is bothering you?"

Zhane sighed, "I am just looking for a good friend of mine, he is... not in a good headspace, and I need to find him." He was lying, of course, or at least mostly lying. "I know he could be in this city, but I have had no luck in finding him so far." Zhane's voice hints at the frustration he is having.     

"What does he look like?" Gearld seemed to believe him.  

"This," Zhane let Gearld look at the picture.

"I cannot say I have seen him, sorry, Zhane."

"It is late, and it is not your fault." Zhane figured that the first human he spoke to had not seen Spa'ark. Just his luck, and where is that fiend? 

"Why are you up this late anyway, Gearld?" It was odd that an old man like Gearld would be up walking around this late at night, Zhane thought.

"Ah, I could not sleep, so I figured I would walk around a bit, and this is a good part of the city to be in."

"Okay," a good excuse as any, he guessed, Zhane thought.

"But, I hope you find your friend and good luck out there, Zhane." Gearld said as he got up from the bench, "you are bound to find him sooner or later, and goodbye." 

"Goodbye, Gearld," Zhane gave a short wave goodbye to Gearld as he watched the old man leave from his sight. 

Back to his problem, if he cannot find Spa'ark on foot, and the fiend has escaped his hands. Then there has to be some way for him to find Spa'ark. Zhane thought for a moment and had an idea. Something he can do back at his ship. So after putting away the data tablet and spending some time doing some least minute searching. Zhane started to head back to his ship with a plan in mind. Though as he left the city, he could not help but like the architecture of the city. It has its own charm to it, and meeting Gearld was nice enough. 

However, Zhane is on a mission, and after reminding himself of his mission. He made his way back to his ship at a strong pace. Those humans from the crash site should not have found his ship, and who knows? Maybe they found Spa'ark somehow and are holding them prisoner, or the reverse, that they have killed the humans. Dealing with evil can possess people makes for a tricky target to kill or contain. So back to the ship and hoping that his plan works and he can track down Spa'ark. Zhane is not leaving this planet until he does.