A bright beam of light pierces the cloud, spearing through the aft of your vessel. The Raider begins spiraling madly, losing altitude and the sudden loss of the protective shielding around the craft causing a massive rush of air to sweep in, sucking two of the warriors out. Their screams don't last long however, you see a pair of green and white flying craft tearing up toward you, blasting the falling warriors with energy weapons before pulling sharply up to engage the remainder of the Host.
Spinning madly in a dead vessel you plummet toward the city below. The warriors still on board yelling at each other, attempting repairs on the vessel. It's still operational, though only just.
Another minute passes and you are facing a crash landing straight into a large building, long and rectangular, with a sharp roof. On the front is a picture.. a golden man with a sun behind him..
You come to. The vessel crashed, badly, on the roof of a nearby structure. It had a garden on top, a condo, which cushioned the impact. You yourself are lying at the edge of a pond, your legs float limply, you see figures moving..
[roll 1d100 for vitality level]