Skeritt's face was only illuminated by the bright LCD light of the large supercomputer that he had built. Multiple monitors stacked and stood next to each other, each showing a different image and only the three surrounding the computer Skeritt was working on mimicked his work. He was currently working on a device that would allow him to walk on the ocean floor without the pressure crushing him like a penny on the train tracks. It was almost near completion and ready for testing, but a few bugs had to be worked out before he'd send some sort of fleshy symbiote down to possible die or return to be tested on again. On the other monitors various news channels from all around the world were keeping him updated on what was going on in the world at the moment.

Something caught his ear on one of the monitors though, and its message was repeated and echoed throughout the room. Lady Asyr had been defeated, the world was in turmoil as their planet's protector was struck to the ground and depowered in front of their very eyes. Skeritt looked up from his work to pay more attention to the news reports. He felt anger well up inside him, he slammed his fist on the desk before getting up from his chair and beginning to make his way to the elevator. The elevator was built by Skeritt to propel whoever it contained up to the surface in almost no time flat. Skeritt chose to drill down to the oceans floor so he could extract more materials and whatnot that had yet to be touched by man. 

Soon enough, he was on the top of the small island that the government had provided for Skeritt, not everyone had forgiven Skeritt for his past life just yet and if he lived anywhere near mainland the death threats would start to pile in. He broke into a run as he got to the surface, quickly accelerating towards the beach before he leaped into the air and took to the skies. In a few minutes he was at the battleground where Asyr and the end had fought. A few members of the crowd were still around, flabbergasted at what had happened, and of course the memorabilia searchers were scouring the area for anything that they might keep or sell on ebay. The police quickly arrived on scene and made the crowd along with those who had found minor shards of armour or whatnot. They had read enough in the papers to know about Skeritt and while some of them didn't like it, they allowed him to stay on the scene.

Skeritt began to search the crime scene in order to find anything that could give him an idea of what was going on inside Asyr's body that was making her die so quickly. Luck seemed to shine upon him, when she had hit the floor some blood had come with her. He quickly reached into one of the pouches on his belt, pulled out a small vial and scooped it in before sealing it shut and putting it back into the pouch. Still, this may not have been enough to work with, he set about scouring the area once more.