Several miles above Arda lies a metallic pod that has been sent from thousends of light years away. It lies in wait with it's only passenger until it lands on the planet's surface, but for now it lies in wait, slowly being pulled in closer because of the gravitational pull. It inches closer and closer, quickening it's pace as it nears it's final destination. The stars seem to urge it to move on with their constant blinking and twinkling. The being within the pod used to have a great and powerful master that fell at the weapon of a demon. But the habitant of the pod did not hold the demon in contempt, it understood that the demon was acting on instinct to save it's own race which once was though pathetic. But the traveler inside the pod was proven wrong, apparently the demon's race was one bent on survival.

The pace of the pod quickened and quickened until it's base became red with heat from it's descent. It wasn't long before the seed eventually set the bottom aflame as it rushed towards Arda, the Outdoor Training Area of the Sequeldor Grasslands in specific. In the night sky it would seem like a shotting star, but it was day and the flaming metal seemed like a flaming meteor hurtling towards a group of people.

It now screamed through the air as it's descent grew shorter and it eventually slammed into the ground with a giant crash. The pod was detroyed and the inhabitant freed, but one of the people was now dead, and the being seemed to be a yellow-green ballon creature. It had tendrils and sensors come from it and it was a gruesome sight as it burrowed into the corpse of the fallen man. But instead of the head being thrown backwards it stayed up straight, allowing the being to speak. "I am Scro'lach, a member of the flood sent from light years away, currently I mean you no harm, but attack me and feel reprecussion." It seemed to be male, and it's voice was low and dark, an echo of it's life and potential threat, but it's weapons had not yet grown on this body, and it would take at least ten minutes for them to do so.

Stella was sat peacefully, under a tree and admiring the stars from afar, their beauty like none she had ever seen. Of course not... she thought bitterly. That's probably her! - And by her Stella meant Venus, the star everyone just seemed to love. Stella hated her. Naturally. One star in particular seemed... a little too bright, and Stella rose to her feet, eyes squinted as she tried to get a better look. It was none she had ever known... other wise Stella would have hated it, too, for its brightness. Walking out from the shelter of the tree, Stella's eyes narrowed further, trying to guess which one it could be see.

But soon enough she realised somthing was amiss as she glow turned from a healthy orange to a deep, crimson red, mixed with orange. Could it be? A fellow Fallen Star? Running, Stella made her way to where the Star finely collided, her face alight with curiosity and excitement, her mind full of ideas. She would have a friend here who would be like her!! Stella couldn't wait to meet him or her, and tell them all about her time here, and all the cool things that could be done.

The site... now, that was another thing altogether. A massive created hung, and Stella wasn't sure where her Fallen Comrade was. Surly they would still be laid there? "I am Scro'lach, a member of the flood sent from light years away, currently I mean you no harm, but attack me and feel reprecussion." a voice boomed, and Stella turned her head in the direction of what appeared to be a man, it was too hard to tell with the dust still risen, and little tendril's of smoke still rising.

"No No!" Stella shouted, taking a couple of steps forwards. "Do not be afraid my Fallen Comrade, for as i have also crashed here. There is no reason to harm the people on this planet..." Her voice trailed off as she took in the sight of the person. He was... dead? How could a Fallen Star take on the appearance of the Undead. That's when her vision cought somthing.. what appeared to be tendrils. Flood? Yes, Stella had heard of the Flood during her times as a Star. Nasty vermin they where, using others while they where weak, mutating beings from other planets. Stella had watched many worlds corrupted, destroyed by them. She wasn't ready to see Earth go that way.

Taking out her wand in one hand, and her Lite Sword in the other, Stella scowled at the breast, then shook her head. "Why are you here Flood? You are not welcome. Leave now." She commanded, then looked sadly at the Dead Human in which is was using as a vessel.

A young woman seemed to believe that Scro'lach was a felled star for a moment until her eyes gazed upon the deadened flesh. She took up a wand and a blade before speaking directly to Scro'lach, "Why are you here Flood? You are not welcome. Leave now." The dead eyes of the human's corpse looked the glowing woman over, it was not a being that Scro'lach had come across during his fighting, but it was interesting none-the-less. "I shall not leave! I cannot leave! And I will not fal to you! You and your race are lucky that I am here, for the gravemind has fallen! Otherwise there would be a storm of flood invading this planet, instead there is only me! But without the Gravemind I do not have orders to kill beinigs, I cannot reproduce bretheren, and I will not fall to a creature on this planet!" Scro'lach still needed to wait for his tendrils to grow before he could properly defend the corpse. "Now explain who you are humanoid!" Scro'lach demanded some kind of answer instead of his own futile questions.

"I shall not leave! I cannot leave! And I will not fal to you! You and your race are lucky that I am here, for the gravemind has fallen! Otherwise there would be a storm of flood invading this planet, instead there is only me! But without the Gravemind I do not have orders to kill beinigs, I cannot reproduce bretheren, and I will not fall to a creature on this planet! Now explain who you are humanoid!"

Stella did not appreciate this Floods tone at all! Shaking her head, she pointed her wand at him, a mischievous grin lighting her face. "I am not a human, nor am i origionally from this planet." She informed him ddryly. "Who do you think your talking to vermin? I no your kind, ive seen what they do, don't think i don't no all about you, because i do. Now tell me, why where you even over this region? And how many more of you are there?" Stella knew she could probably kill this little one right now, but if more came... well, Earth was in danger.

They came in thousands, and sprouted thousands more, and if nothing was done about then straight away, they would take over the hosts of the dead, the filthy things that they are. Taking in a deep breathe, Stella admitted that perhaps getting them angry was not in Arda's best interests, and so she lowered her wand regretfully.

"Do you meen harm?" She asked seriously, her voice monotone, her voice devioid of all emotion.

"I mean you no harm, but unfortunatley for you, I also do not come bearing gifts of peace. Now see here humanoid, as far as I know of what has happened, the Gravemind has fallen to a world of advanced human. And although I followed the Gravemind with great pleasure I do not hold humans responsible for it's death. Apparently the Gravemind was too weak to handle the flood, but I cannot reproduce more so as far as my knowledge reaches, the flood ends with my infinite life span." Scro'lach spoke with the most truths he could think about now, and if this being decided to attack it would be an evenly matched fight since Scro'lach's host body had finally grown the hardened tendrils. They spat from the wrist with a sickening sound, but Scro'lach just cared about his own preservation. "I am of a seperate mind, I no longer am controlled by the Gravemind, I am scro'lach!"

(I apologize for the short post)