Stowing away, that was about the only way he could really make it around the galaxy; especially considering how he looked. When the ship crashed though it was a fun little ride. The container he was in began to bounce around like a pin ball in a machine. When everything finally came to a rest, the front of the crate was kicked out. Then he saw it, the fire and the death. He was in heaven, wait was he? His hands began to frantically pat himself down as he turned and spun while checking himself over. No he was still alive, he wasn't a pile of ash and he wasn't in the embrace of the Firehawk. A sad prospect before he looked around, taking stock of what had happened.
"The Firehawk! She create this!"
His voice wheezed out as he looked around. The back half of the ship, a good portion of the cargo, engine and lower class sections had been shorn off from the rest of the vessel. The flames were everywhere and most of the passengers were dead. Nodding as he looked about he knew that he had a job. He had to send them all to the embrace of the Firehawk. Lucky for him she had provided him with all the fire he would need. Slowly stretching he looked around, looking for any form of movement, though seeing little to none before he sighed.
"They shall all know the Firehawk's warmth in her fiery bosom!"
The strange man shouted out before he began to slowly move around the site. Grabbing the nearest body, which seemed to have been thrown from where it had been seated. A quick lift and a throw saw the corpse land on a fire; a place which would begin to slowly grow as the man went about sending the dead to the afterlife.
@[member="Isis Fontana"] @[member="Eruna Delmarra"] @[member="Simone"] @[member="Lucien Cordel"]