The Anghelonian research party, looked on quietly as they watched the native tear his way through the ship and eventually reaching his way to the cockpit. They heard the Daemar captain's cries muffled through the door as he argued with someone over comms. The sheer desperation and fear in his tone was akin to someone trying to no avail from certain death. It was horrific like watching a butcher chase a small pig into a corner to slaughter, yet the morbidity of it made it hypnotizing. Truly they were unable to look away as if witnessing space ship crash right before them.

As William pried apart the doors which protested with a whine he saw the captain shoot himself. The body just about dropped as he entered, the data pad with his family's picture falling on the floor with the screen down.

"I almost can't help, but pity him... how terrified must he have been to take his own life?" Azail said with some semblance of remorse in her tone.

"A kinetic round is quick and painless compared to that brute's methods. You see it cleave your comrades and then corner you... huh... at that point the pistol is doing you a favor." Gab'el said stoic, attempting to hide how uncomfortable the whole recording had made him.

Lukin simply observed while Ashi'in opened a packed ration and began using the chemical heat pouches in it to heat up the aluminium packages with their standard MRE food. She had gone with a classic from the Anghelon Military's simple selection, protein with meat consistency in a sauce of vitamins that was supposed to emulate various fruits from their planet.

As she waited for the food to heat, while watching the primitive chop off the captain's head and picking it up by the hole in the back of his head, her eyes widened with a puzzled expression. "The ship is still lifting up on auto pilot based on the view... h-how is it going to get back down? Can our ship fly so we can retrieve it?"

Gab'el shook his head. "Not a chance. Engine was shot and we have a massive hole in our hull and fuck knows how much other damage. We are waiting for evac at this point."

Lukin sucked his flat teeth as he became aware of this situation too. "There is no way it knows how to pilot it nor that it is even an option. Honestly... even if it dies now, the sheer amount of data recorded just from this will help, but... I can't help but wonder what will it do now? Oh! Its finished chopping off the Daemar's head. Lets observe!" The scientist said with an excitement comparable to a science professor boiling a frog alive to showcase how it reacts.

Now that William had the demon's head he peered out the thick glass showing the exterior world from the cockpit. "Huff... I have your master's head and you are wounded, beast. I shall allow ye to flee, but I am going to carve my way out. Mine patience has been running thin and your glass breast is the weakness I have been yearning to find."

William climbed the console and got right up against the windows, his sword now morphing into a mace. He took in a deep breath as he swung the blunt weapon back and forth. The first impact slightly cracked the glass before bouncing. Putting his back into it more and more with each blow, the cracks spread like intricate spider webs until it encompassed most of the large glass port.

"Oh for... sigh... the fucking thing it's actually going to manage to kill itself. Not even an RF suit will help you survive a Planet Drop even if it's still inside the planet's atmosphere." Azail said certain that truly it has all be for nothing.

Lukin watching on couldn't comment as he silently agreed with Azail's observation, even though he didn't admit it verbally to the pilot's face.

With one last strike the glass shattered and broke into as many tiny pieces as there could be seen stars on the sky. A violent wind immediately flooded the cockpit and it picked up the knight like he weighed nothing.

The violent movement carried him into a constant tumble through the air. Surprised by the constant movement he even let go of his mace, but it simply reabsorbed back into the armor.

"Oh well... it had a good run while it lasted." Gab'el sighed while masking his relief at the situation. He was glad the bloody thing would just splatter. One problem they wouldn't have to feel repercussions for.

Ashi'in gazed at the screen while she ate her ration nervously, she wanted to believe it would live, but things seemed bleak. The assistant gazed at her food hopeless, until she could hear the native start to say something on the live feed. Its voice was soft and certain of itself, despite the odds and the situation.

"In thy strength, O Lord, the just man shall exult and in thy salvation he shall rejoice exceedingly. O holy Father, hear thy lowly son's plea, who haveth done thy bidding and aided your holy angels. Bring me back onto thy creation's ground safely, so I shall keep serving thy will, as I always have, as I am and as I will forever do. Amen." The way William prayed was with such a warm and certain voice. As he finished, he used his right hand to cross himself. The movements were continuous but strained due to the force of the wind.

With the prayer done, William huffed determined as he fought the wind to stabilise his continously rotating body, eventually ending up on his back. This movement was facilitated by thrusters that formed on his soles, not strong enough to make him fly, but to adjust his positioning. Soon enough, the suit's metal on William's back began to shift as if melting and reshaping itself. The shape was that akin to wings that seemed mostly immobile except for 5 metal outwards potrusions on each wing which seemed to be able to shift slightly. The feather like constructs then split each into four pieces which spread apart to show thrusters that began burning with blue flames which added to the fake plumage of these pseudo wings.

The drop of death William had taken was now considerably slowed down to just a slightly rougher than usual glide. The metal flaps that covered his thrusters now moving to adjust positon and steer.

The crew back at the ship watched quietly at both the suit's diagnostics window and the live feed.

"HAHAHA! Haha! Ha! Magnificent! Truly! The Gen 1 suits have thrusters!" The scientist said as he looked at the diagnostics window. "It seems their main purpose might have been for movement in the void of space... hmm... then why do they have wind flaps? Has the native somehow altered them? We know it can use the suit by communicating with it through its nervous system, but it is one thing to use the suit and another to make it alter its features... the nano bots that form the weaponry could do that... but... how is IT triggering this response from the suit exactly? If it wanted to fly the suit couldn't and wouldn't provide that and how would it even know to think to order the suit to do this?! There is something missing." Lukin said rambling as he watched with fascination.

Gab'el's dread returned ten fold as he witnessed the bloody thing manage to cheat death again and Azail at this point was so drained that she couldn't muster the energy to be surprised anymore, simply grunting annoyed.

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Ashi'in, after just finishing her meal, seemed rather cheerful. "Well, we're alive, it is alive and even if you want to admit it or not, it saved us. I shall await its return outside, best to not let it think we ran of. The native seemed weirdly fond of us, most likely due to its religion, right doctor Lukin?"

"Eh? Yes. We could use that to our advantage. If it thinks of us as higher holy entities then we can more easily make it do our bidding. I have a bit more to read on the data from the suit. You go on Ash'in, make it seem like we are extremly pleased with it. I'll attempt to figure out which religious faith it is following from what we documented."

The assistant nodded as she then got to her feet and began moving to reach the green outside world. Once exiting through the big gash in the ship's side, Ashi'in looked up and about, glancing into the distance for a moment to watch the sun just now starting to set.

Time passed as the sky was now painted in hues of purple and orange on the horizon, where the sun barely peeked over.

Heavy dull thudding steps announced William's arrival as his blue shining visor light up the area around him dimly. His silvery hands and forearms were coated in the dark crimson of Daemar blood as he carried the captain's head in one hand and the freshly cut head of one if his soldiers in the other hand. After his descent he went to collect his promised bounty.

Ashi'in froze at the sight of the armored native. Despite being a foot shorter than her, its presence, the way it walked with its head high, it indirectly commended respect, or at least fear. Nervously she fidgeted unsure on how to hold onto her arms, how to stand. As her mind raced she opted to put her hands together, arms straight and in front of herself.

William created javelins upon which he propped up the two heads next to the first. He then went over to the last laying intact demon carcass and after making an axe in his hand, he had the head separated from its body and impaled next to the others, in no time. The display was barbaric and gruesome, the heads having either expressions twisted in terror, mutilated or both.

Ashi'in cringed at the sight of them, doing her best to keep calm on the outside. She was a nervous wreck, even just standing there and just observing was hard.

Once done the armored native turned and with decided and strong steps he approached her. Getting closer Ashi'in could notice its movements being slower, its limbs moved but it seemed to struggle ever so slightly with their weight. It could tire, but it held on strong.

It got about half a foot close to her before it ceased its advance, the proximity to Ashi'in was enough to make her nerves jitter.

The suit's material separated around William's neck as he physically reached to take off his helmet. As he completed the motions, the silvery great helm simply melted away into his hands. The knights medium lenght curly brown locks flowed freely, lightly damp with his own sweat, which also lightly coated his expression.

Without hesitation William went down on a knee and bowed his head before his perceived Angel.

"Oh, Angel, graceful divine daughter of our Lord, I have returned by thy side as promised. I bring the heads of those foul devils that dared to hurt thy angelic brother. Pray, forgive mine inability to assist him before his holy flesh got butchered by those scum and accept my deepest appreciations for thy gift of life upon my breast, for which I am forever thankful and indebted to you and our Father. If not for thy generosity of this silver heart, granted by the Holy Lord himself, his name be hailed, I would not draw breath here and now. Thank you, Oh benevolent one, before you, I pledge myself and swear an oath to only use the powers that God granted me through this heart to only do righteous good." The knight said with a voice so gentle and warm, you'd not think he was the same creature that caused the demise of those four Daemar soldiers, now reduced to a morbid decor.

Ashi'in simply stood there like she was back in university when she entered the wrong class. She only figured it out after the first hour of not understanding a bloody thing of what was being discussed and had to sit through another hour before she could leave. The same anxiousness was washing over her now. Thinking what she could do, she simply extended her hand and pressed it on the native's crown, feeling his hair's texture.

'This feels so damn wrong... it is b-bowing before me! Nobody bowed before me! Hell, I had to bow a few times when meeting the high council... what do you do when someone bows at you?!' The assistant thought as she internally freaked out, the blue color of her face turning a few hues lighter due to how flustered this situation made her, she was too self aware for this type of thing.

William kept kneeling silently, his gaze into the dirt, and this silence had almost turned solemn, until he spoke again. "Oh, daughter of our Lord, I know why ye keep thy tongue bound before me, for thy know my heart as God shows it on my sleeve. Tis a kindness and a pity I do not deserve, for ye know my selfish thoughts that rose into mine mortal mind. Thy silence is meant to save me from mine shame, but all it does is just show how far down I am from your and our Father's enlightenment." As he spoke, the dirt below his head got coated by three lonely tears that escaped the knight.

Ashi'in noticed the droplets as they fell from inbetween the curly locks of the native, that obscured his face. 'Is it crying? It is! It is even shaking lightly. Is it in pain or sad? W-what just happened?!' The assistant, panicking internally, had retracted her hand nervously.

Before she could bring it back towards her, the primitive looked up and she simply froze. Her golden eyes met and locked gazes with his. How different they were. His sclera as white as the cores of the hotest stars, his irises a light hazel swirl akin to some of the biggest gas giants in space and his deep pupils, dark as the deepest void in a black hole's center. Yet, his eyes were not devoid of light, they showed a depth to them that you'd not expect in something so... basic and barbaric, so unevolved by comparison.

William reached for his angel's hand and he grasped it, with a care as one would grasp a wounded dove to carry. He leaned in and looked at the blue hand before him and then kissed the soft knuckles, before bowing his head once more and pressing his forehead to them.

Ashi'in watched as her breath stalled in her chest as her mind blanked with fascination and with guilt. Those eyes... they looked like they pleaded with a shame and pain in them.

"O-oh winged holy child of God, I know we are meant to have an end, to return to The Holy Spirit, to either be judged and sent to the deepest pits of Hell for our transgressions or to be welcomed by His side for eternity... I know... I know, yet I can't help mine mind to stop from hurting me with sorrow. Ye and God know, of mine mother's ailments, of her age and mine family's struggle to bring back her health. I know tis inevitable and in the end she'll be going to your Silver Kingdom where she'll live an eternity that she deserves, but... please, oh Angel, help me in my prayer to God to allow her more time with us here. Mine service to you and our Lord's side should be reward enough, I know... if I were a proper righteous enough man, but I am weak and I allowed my desire to take hold of me."

Ashi'in kept on listening to the words of the native before her, his voice clearly struggling to keep composed, his metal hand shakey as it grasped her head. Her own heart was wrecked. 'I can't stand like t-this... it is kneeling before me, sharing with me some type of... emotional pain and I can't help in any way..." The assistant felt wrecked by guilt and shame as she crouched down in front of William. Her free hand reach back to his crown and she gently petted his scalp. At this, the armored primitive's grasp slightly tightened as he whimpered ever so faintly.

"P-please God, hear the pleas of thy lowly servant... I do not wish to ask for forgiveness for I deserve none of thy kindness, but please... answer my younger brother's and my father's prayers. Heal our mother, let her bask in thy holy presence so the sickness may be burned away from her body and soul... s-so my younger brother may yet know her care and love into his adult years... s-so my father is not left alone in his late years... for them at least, Oh God..."

Ashi'in held back tears of her own as she listened, just sitting there with the native, the intense tone of his voice wrecked by sorrow... she could understand that, for all sentient being were the same in their joy, pain and sadness.

'Forgive me... please, forgive me for not being able to help more and I hope this little lie will bring solace to whatever eats at you... this is the only thing I can do... please... let this be enough for now to ease you...' She thought as she tried to sniffle as silently as possible, just quietly trembling herself as well, while she simply caressed his crest, for it was... the only thing she could do.