Several hours prior...
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A station within a remote countryside of Europe had erupted into chaos. On the exterior it was a government building, as calm as the sea itself could be. But storms raged indoors as computers were manned, and phone calls were being made several times at once. A town approximately 200 miles away would be the target of a downed satellite.
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"We can't get the military in time to take action!" cried a woman clutching a phone for dear life.
"And the explosion p-p-post-impact will extend for hundreds of m-miles." Stuttered a man, looking at a computer screen to analyzing data. "We're all done for."
"Some new object's rocketing out towards the satellite!" Exclaimed another fellow.
"But the military doesn't know about this yet! I just got patched through."
"I don't think this was the military."
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The hurdling craft began to slow down some, but not by much. It was about as large as a house, possessing dozens of new, experimental technology sent outwards in the hope that it would gather all sorts of new information.
"Hope."
It had been the driving factor to a man. A man who once had everything, and had no need for such paltry concepts. But that man now wields that same hope, after indirectly robbing it from a boy with dreams of his own, accomplishments he would never have seen himself achieve.
And now here he was, his back to the chariot from the heavens, the fiery light overtaking the ride worthy of bearing widespread destruction to the masses. But alas, at the speed which it traveled even now, generated too much force to simply be stopped, even with augmented strength such as that of this cosmic savior.
Imperial Conquest.
Enemy Agent.
Noble Sacrifice.
Kindly Mother.
Earthman.
Now, he flew underneath the craft, pushing it upwards some. Then he flew off to the left side, and began to carefully push again, before returning to his first spot, and pushing again from the front. With the strength he could muster, he began to push as much as he could.
"Hrrrr...." He grunted, beads of sweat pouring down his forehead and down past his eyes of infinite darkness, whose only other feature was the silver pupil that let others know he had eyes unlike a normal man's. That he could do things that no other could.
Eventually, the speed of the craft slowed some. The trajectory had been radically altered with a fine dosage of superhuman strength, as it flew down just past town limits, Kanro D'ran Araki's boot wearing feet touching the ground and digging into the dirt, as the craft began to follow him, paving through the eastern road into town for a bit, before finally stopping at a bridge that was over a river, Kanro pushing himself out of the dirt, and landing in the water.
He levitated up into the air, looking at the satellite before him. This was certainly not the place to leave it... But he assumed the humans would want whatever remained for spare parts and such. Still, he took the time to move it off to the side, doing his best to fill dirt into the make-shift landing strip that had dug past gravel and grass and into the fertile greens.
After all. He had an appointment to make.
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Now. Present day, Present moment of truth.
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After a couple of hours in supersonic flight, Kanro had arrived. He took the time to greet the guard, the instant recognition working its charms, followed by his 'invitation,' and the request of which room Arnold Drake was in. Now, Kanro was by no means enchanted by the man himself, something about him reeked, and it wasn't of the American Way. What did catch his attention however, was the concept of being able to work with other gifted individuals for the betterment of the whole of society....
...And right then and there before the guard's eyes, the costumed adventurer levitated upwards to the window to greet him with his physical appearance.