Bedchamp

= Bedchamp =

Bedchamp is an average human, that was infected with something. He has dark hair with blinding white eyes, that could light up caves. One half of his body is corrupted with an unknown thing. Bedchamp himself doesn't even knows its origins, or how he got it, or what it exactly is.

Pre-Landing
Bedchamp sore through the void of space in his personal fighter. Accompanied with nothing but his thoughts, and the massive space fairing battleship, dubbed the Ridgebreaker. Bedchamp was talented enough to be granted the title of elite within the Chaos Legion.

Then it happened.

Something happened at least. But all Bedchamp knew was that his comms where being filled with demanding voices. "What's your status pilot!" "What happened pilot!" His personal fighter had been hit with a powerful force, slamming his ship into an uncontrollable spin. He then felt a sharp, paralyzing, never ending pain shoot up his arm. And despite the pain being paralyzing, his arm moved all on its own. His arm moved, slowly inching to the time-dimensional link. The arm punched in random coordinates and took off. Traveling who knows how far from the Ridgebreaker. With all of his fuel being used up in the time jump. And the pain becoming more and more unbearable by the second. He activated the cryogenics in his ship. Freezing him within seconds.

Landing
His ships alarm started blaring, his ship unfroze him from his shivering sleep. But as Bedchamp began to regain his senses, he realized what was wrong. He had been sucked into a planets gravitational pull. His ship gave him an estimated time of 8 minutes and 11 seconds until crashing. "8 minutes and 11 seconds" he thought, in the short time frame he had to do anything to get out of the pull. He immediately pushed on his throttle, but nothing happened. No fuel the ship's diagnostic said. Then he remembered. He remembered everything. He nervously looked towards his arm, shaking with each passing centimeter. His right side of his body has been infected with this thing. He stared at his new found body in shock, but this was a massive mistake. "T-Minus 1 minutes until crash landing" his ship screamed. In his daze he had lost focus. Now he had lost valuable time to prepare for the incoming crash. He had just entered the planet atmosphere, just now being able to make out rivers, lakes, and, he was stunned, he saw massive cities, with houses, and farms, and walls. "T-Minus 35 seconds until crash landing" his ship screamed once again. He instantly pushed his thoughts to the side. All he was focused on now, was surviving. He instantly began to pull his ships nose up. Angling it parallel with with the ground. Now all he could do is hope and pray.