"Wind, words - the same thing." Final Words of the Rexian rebel, Arwis Tamugia
Ah, he had slowed, had slowed much, but it was not enough. Massive damage was caused, though it would not crack the planet; thankfully.
"How wrong I can be." the Emperor was saying to himself, in a debris pit that scored half a continent with the speed and anger with which the craft had slammed the ground. Nothing made of flesh and bone would have survived the impact, that was for sure.
Even the craft had deteriorated and disintegrated a fraction of a second after slamming into the ground. Oranger than orange heat glowed within the Emperor's eyes, and his nano amantium was working hard, so very hard to cool him back down, but he could feel the rocks melting beneath his body.
Far far too fast he had hit though he had tried with all his might to change his thrust vectors - but there was only so much that could be done with a failing craft, and not destroying this....this...
"This is the place!" the white-hot voice shouted amongst the melting rocks and sand, lifting itself slightly up to begin to crawl out of the giant pit.
He could feel it deep inside of him, inside of his human and machine soul, that this was where it was centered.
A laugh, a long one, and he crawled among the ground, the grass spouting into flame as his metallic chromium body inched across it.
"Jhiva..." he said, shaking his head from side to side, "Jhiva, do I understand you? Because I think I may have been wrong." he admitted to nature around him, as it charred under his very touch...he could feel something he had never felt before.
Something more than an electrical connection, something far more than that.
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Beacons in The Dark
Science-FictionA futuristic cyber thriller with a multigalactic empire threatened by strange secrets that could tear the universe apart, or bring humanity home again. Get enraptured in the action and struggles of the gargantuan Imperium with its Autonomous Emperor...
