[hider=The Distant Past]
Jacky shoved his hands into the pockets of his trench coat as a gust of cold wind made him shiver.  He bit his lip and nervously glanced side to side as he followed close behind the two other guys in trench coats. His  right hand tightly gripped around the item in his pocket, the cold feel of the gun's handle made the weather outside seem like a heat wave. He felt sick, he wanted to vomit from the anxiety as he squirmed. Cautiously the three crossed the street and began walking towards a tall warehouse on the end of the dock. It was deep night outside, the moons had already gone and there was no light whatsoever besides the occasional streetlight.

One of the men walking with him noticed out of the corner of his eye. "Oi, Jacky boy, ya better nut up and get ready my friend, ya knew this was gonna happen eventually." Roy said to him, nearly spitting through the gap in his teeth. Roy was an older gentleman, he had dark brown hair with streaks of gray tucked beneath a knit wool cap. 

Akio looked back at him, the distress evident on Jacky's face, "Hehe Jacky boy feelin' squeamish? I knew you was a fruitcake. This is gonna be a breeze, they don't even know we comin', you just stand there and look tough." Akio was short and stocky barely breaking 5"2', but he didn't seem so short with the weapon he carried rested on his shoulder. A customize plasma laser assault rifle, Akio's pride and joy affectionately named 'Honey'. 

A smile almost broke Jacky's nervous grimace. They were trying to comfort him in their own off-putting way, and the sentiment wasn't lost on him. Roy was right, he [i]had[/i] known this day would come. Ever since he had joined up with the Metsukes, he knew he wouldn't play his piano forever, he would have to start doing more as he was doing today. His hand gripped tighter around the grip of the gun as Akio and Roy broke open the lock on the door. "On my count..one...two...three", with the third finger on Roy's finger going down, Jacky took a deep gulp as Akio rammed the door down, the light of the inside caught Jacky off guard as his eyes struggled to adjust to the change in brightness, through his squinting eyes he saw the sight of a group of five people all sitting around a table with surprised looks on their faces. The loud zipping sounds of Honey turned to soft drumming in his ears, all he could hear was his own heartbeat. He stumbled backwards as he watched beams of light and bullets riddle the five men with holes. He struggled to regain his senses as he fumbled with his gun, he couldn't seem to get a grip on it no matter what he did. Out of the corner of his eye he watched as a man took aim at Roy from the side of the warehouse outside their views. He gripped his gun and fired.

He stared at the corpse of the man he had shot for what seemed an eternity. "Come on brother, you did good today, saved me ass" Roy said as a hand clapped his shoulder. "He would've done the same to you if he had the chance, let's get out of here before the authorities catch wind, eh?" Roy turned and began to leave the compound. Jacky looked at the man's face, almost peaceful as if he had never been shot, except for the flecks of blood and the star-shaped hole where his eye should have been, he was the epitome of a living being. He didn't want to vomit anymore, he didn't feel sick anymore, just some kind of twisted fascination. Akio walked up to Jacky and stared down at the body, "Good shit Jackson, you're one of us now." [/hider]

His eyes shot open as he stared at the ceiling above him, the morning sunlight hitting the shutters of his apartment window created fascinating patterns on the ceiling. After a few minutes of lying there, Jacky sat up in his bed and looked around. That strange feeling of waking up in a new place came over him as he looked at the unfamiliar baubles and accessories of the hotel room. Softly he stood up and lowered his head so he would not hit the ceiling, of course the hotel was a nice place, but they were not so well equipped for someone of his height. Slowly he walked towards the bathroom careful not to hit his head on the the arches and doorways. He observed the chip in the paint where he had hit his head the day before when he had arrived, perhaps he should wear a hat he pondered. Entering the bathroom he began to brush his teeth, he turned his bare back to the mirror and looked back, he would never get used to seeing the mark, it surprised him every time he looked at it. Letting out a sigh, he put on his tailored suit, grabbed his wallet, slung his violin over his shoulder and set out.

This planet was a strange one, not yet acquainted with space travel much like his home planet but much further along than it had been. He had arrived the night before in a stealth landing and successfully had blended in with the rest of this planet's citizens. It was a good planet to lay low, not connected with the rest of the galaxy and still barely united in itself, the chances of anyone recognizing him here were almost impossibly low. It was a bit of an issue that he stood taller than many of the people on this planet, nearly a whole foot taller than the rest of the people he walked past, that had to damage his incognito status a little bit. He had wandered quite a while before he found a bench to sit down at. He didn't really know where he was going just that if he sat around he would never find what he should do. It was a strange thing living without a purpose or ambitions, he didn't know what he wanted and just hoped that perhaps something would give him a sign. 

Carefully he opened his violin case with care and took it out, it was a full-sized Classical style violin that looked almost the same as the day it had been manufactured. The violin was much older than he however, with nearly 200 years of history in the Metzger family. He laid the violin case out on the sidewalk before him. Most planets he had visited were generous with their street tips and he hoped that this planet was no different, it would be nice to get some extra pocket money so that his funds were not expended so quickly. Bringing the chinrest up to his chin, he placed the bow and began to play. This planet did have a rich musical history and Jacky had learned many of the pieces from its' past prior to arriving.

[url=https://youtu.be/5MnlnQ3PZ8A]Bach Sonata No. 1 in G minor, BWV 1001 Fugue[/url]

A few hours later he sat back down on the bench and began to count how much he had made. Not very much apparently. Nearly 20 dollars in this planet's currency and what appeared to be a shiny amber gemstone of some sort. Curiously enough, he did not remember anyone throwing the gem in his case while he had been playing, perhaps he had been too invested in playing to notice. With his right hand he picked up the gemstone between his fingers and brought it up to his eye to examine it. He felt an expansive amount of energy course into him as he carried, almost painful. It sent a shiver up his spine as he nearly dropped the stone. He felt dizzy as if the world was spinning around him, the power in his veins burned like the molten core of a planet

[color=a36209]AH-HA! FINALLY![/color] 

Jacky clutched the stone in his fist as he spun around. There was nobody around except himself. 

[color=a36209]Ah, I feel your confusion, my boy! Do not fret your time has come! Embrace your destiny as the Archon of Stone![/color]

The voice sounded like the voice of a jolly burly man. He lifted the stone up to his eye with surprise, the stone was speaking to him.