Thread: ..::Sᴡɪʀʟs ᴏғ Bʟᴜᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Gʀᴇᴇɴ::.. [PᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛOɴᴇ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Over the course of his life, Alexander Night had seen a lot of things that not many people got to see. He was a military brat, born and raised. He'd been to several different countries as his parents continued their military careers and when he graduated high school, he too joined the service. Serving eight years with the US Marine Corp. He'd seen the best the world had to offer and the worst that the human race was capable of first hand. He'd survived multiple gun fights, several explosions and been in situations that would have a lesser person curled in a fetal position. After serving his eight years in he suffered an injury in Afghanistan that had him medically discharged from service and while it wasn't that bad now, thanks to hard work and physical therapy...A LOT of physical therapy, it was enough for the Corp to say he wasn't fit for duty. Now, he lived in Texas and owned a very good chunk of land. A ranch, only without the cattle. Today, he'd been out on his property with his off road truck when he heard a deafening booming sound. Stopping his vehicle he looked up at the sky just in time to see a ball of fire blast over his vehicle and smash into the ground a few hundred yards away from him. The ball of fire passed by close enough that it shook his vehicle even as it was at a stand still. Gripping his steering wheel and the seat beside him to brace himself he looked wide eyed at the trail of smoke coming from where it had hit. Any sane person would high tail it home, call the cops and let them deal with it, however Alex had always been a curious one. Sighing after a few moments he slowed his heart rate and drove to the crash site. Expecting to find a good sized space rock he found something that he HADN'T ever seen before. It looked like a space craft of sorts. Much more mangled and less pretty then he was expecting but apparently gravity does that to pretty things. Stepping out of his truck he left it running, just in case, and headed over to the smoking craft. His desert tan combat boots crunching on what sounded like metal fragments as he walked through the valley of dirt and debris he came to what looked like a cracked canopy that to his surprise had a humanoid inside. Looking at her she obviously wasn't human, or cosplay was taking things to a whole new level. Looking around he glanced into the cockpit and saw blood was all over the walls of the craft, probably from her being bounced around like a pin ball. One would think that seat belts would have been created. Standing there he crouched down in his khaki tan cargo pants and woodland style turtle neck. As he sat there he could see that the craft was on fire and if he left her there long enough, he had a feeling she'd be tomorrow's charred remains for sure. Weighing the odds he climbed into the craft and carefully lifted her out of the wreckage. She was a lot lighter than he was anticipating. Carrying her out he walked her over to his vehicle and set her in the back seat, laying her down before going back to the craft and collecting everything he could. He then used a trench shovel to throw dirt on the flames and douse them. When he was sure the fires were out, mainly to keep them from spreading, he went back to his truck and drove her to his home. The crash was a good three miles from his home and when he got there he carried her to the spare room he had and took about three hours dressing her wounds, using medical tape, giving her a few stitches and ace bandage wraps to hold the bandages in place. Luckily he'd been able to keep her....suit....on for the most part. Once she was bandaged up he attached an IV to her arm, she seemed moderately like a human and water was always good. Once that was done and she was stable from what he could see, he headed down to the kitchen to wash his hands as well as start cooking some food. His Glock 19 was still on his hip from when he'd had it upon first finding her and it was there mainly out of habit but also out of protection since he had no idea how she'd react upon waking.