The Flight

[Granite]

Lucky enough for Granite, he had had just enough time to ask around for this other Institute fellow. 'A large suite of armor, bursting at the seems with rot and decay' is what one of the reporters told him. 'Just follow the smell' another one had said, not that that one would help any. And another even said 'Just get on the ground and let yourself roll too him! After all, that's how I found you!' in a joking manner. But, this did nothing to help, as he just seemed to sit there.

Now, though, he was on the plane, and had more or less been pushed to the back by those behind him. Now though, everyone seemed to have settled down in their seats, giving Granite a chance to walk the isles. Among the faces he saw were knights, a dragon, a child, some animals, and a few other humans. He tried his best to turn his head from the vampire as he walked past her. And there he was, Okor, the soldier rotting at his seams. He seemed to be trying to talk to another man, but then then the other man seemed to get flustered and darted off. It was almost as if he had seen a ghost.

Granite approached the Space Marine and stated simply, "You'r Okor, of the Institute are you not? My name is Granite, associated to the Institute through Miss Cat. I wish to offer you my services as your subordinate." Granite had not been too sure on how to introduce himself, so he opted to use an air of formality.