Kritikal Krysis

Chapter 1: Returning to Devoran

The cargo bay was silent as night. The only noises to be heard time to time was the sound of leaking water from a pipe somewhere, every drop echoing throughout the large room. Cargo crates were lined up and stacked amongst one another, some nearly reaching the ceiling of the bay. In one of the far corners, a male figure sat against the wall, legs crossed as if he were meditating. He wore a tattered, brown hood that covered most of his upper torso from the chest up to his head. His body wore that of green armor plating (composing of carbon fiber) that covered most of his body, with a gel suit underneath it. His right arm contained that of many circuits and metal, revealing that he was an enhanced human/cyborg.
Nothing happened for the next ten minutes until the silence was interrupted by the loud sounds of a blaring alarm, followed by a gentle bump that barely shook the entire room. The ship's AI soon came onto the speaker, a female voice speaking with rather high elegance.

"The Orion Corporation Veloci-Star has safely landed on the surface of Planet -24267; Devoran. Please be prepared to deploy. Bear in mind that the planetary wasteland environment may be hostile, so be sure that you check into the Devoran Sector Security guide path. They will provide the necessary protection and guidance, as they will lead you to the city limits of Neo-Tokyo. We thank you greatly for flying with Orion Corporation. We hope that you enjoy your stay here and welcome to Devoran, the third successor of Earth."

The man rose to his feet by the time the AI cut off. He opened the nearest air vent shaft and knelt to his knees, crawling into the confined, little space. He closed the vent guard behind him as he began to crawl his way through the ventilation system. He had smuggled himself on board, meaning security wouldn't take kindly to him. He made his way to the vents below the passenger bay, located next to the cargo bay, which was rather noisy due to the constant stepping of feet and chattering people above him. The vents rattled due to the constant movement above him. It continued on for several moments until he had made it passed the passenger bay, falling into a sudden drop. The man came crashing down into the vent guard at the bottom, crashing through the metal frame and landing in warm sand. He was now below the ship. Feeling nothing from his fall, he stood up to his feet and re-adjusted the hood over his head. He looked around, seeing wasteland surrounding the entire environment as sand pelted and blew against his armor.
Finally speaking up, his voice was filtered from a mask he wore, which contained a built-in O2 tank. "So much for the third successor of Earth when there is little to no vegetation to be seen... And it's been a year since I set foot on this planet... My homeworld." he muttered to himself. In the following moment of those words, a paper dancing in the wind came to a sudden stop as it got caught blowing against the man's right shin. He knelt down and took the paper, fixing it accordingly so that he may see it's contents. It was a 'Wanted' poster. The picture contained that of a man in a green mask with a red mark over the left eye, with gold horns on the side of the head. It was himself, 'The Nomad,' as he was called by authorities and civilians due to his constant traveling among the reaches of space. Nobody knew his true name, not a living organic in the galaxy.
The only person who knew was himself. Below the picture, a prize reward was displayed, along with the term 'Dead or Alive.' The prize money was one million credits. In a tiny print below the prize, a list of crimes he committed was shown, arranging from trespassing, to murder, to terrorism. Expressionless below his mask, Nomad crumbled up the paper and tossed it back with the wind as it uncrumpled and flew once again. He began to proceed West of his current location, moving to the distant city of Neo-Tokyo at the horizon line.