It was definitely not the effect he'd had in mind. He should have realized right off the start. Of course something new and mechanical would capture the man's attention. "I would not call this 'tasteful'," he said, his steps quickening just a little, unfortunately not taking much away from the reminiscence of a tiger prowling after its prey.

"Stark-" he began in warning as he saw the man move to apply his hands to the warsat, but it was the last thing heard as Felwinter's Peak was replaced by a wide open wilderness, stretching for miles with nothing in sight.

You've been traveling for a few days and come across no one. It's the third night that you see it as you and the drone continue along, and you turn your head towards the dark skies to see the trailing lights of something. Meteors? It's a sight to see, certainly, and you can't help but be somewhat awed by it...at least until one in particular begins to grow larger as its point of descent becomes more clear. It's coming right towards you.

"Run," the little silvery drone says, and though you're still not sure how much you trust it, you have no room to argue as you take the suggestion. The first meteor hits the ground just behind you with an impact that makes the ground shudder beneath your feet, and as you glance back you see it's no meteor at all. Something metal. Something man-made.

That's all you have time to register before the heat of the next comes bearing down upon you...