Fire burned in Cedric's chest.
The youth stood at the back of his shuttle his arms folded behind the small of his back. A lump had begun to form in the back of his throat, and words were becoming difficult to find. As he watched the world below him rise up to greet the shuttle, Cedric felt disdain. Masses of vessels ranging from snub fighters to broken capital ships dotted the rain soaked landscape. Above them hung the remnants of a massive cityscape, one destroyed in a time long before his birth.
This was a place of death, and he welcomed its purity.
There would be no politics here. There would be no tactical thinking; no need to play the great game. The Acerbitas and her crew simply needed to refuel and salvage what they could for the crusade. The land they had chosen to erect their garrison was flooded with the planet's native fauna, but such trifling creatures were of little threat to the Dominion and her armies.
No, there was something else here that left Cedric feeling spurned.
"This world puts me in a dark place," he mused to his compatriots. "It makes me wonder as to what could become of what we have built if we fail. Part of me welcomes that simple purity; the promise of open, bloody combat and an honorable death. The other part cowers in fear at the thought."
The vessel touched down atop a rusted out building in the middle of a massive settlement. The whole area had been abandoned, its inhabitants slaughtered by fauna.
Edited by Cedric Grayson, 26 April 2017 - 12:24 AM.