A Tale of Two Worlds
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It wasn’t long before the low hum of anti-grav engines could be heard above the howl of the wind, and growing louder by the second. Turning from where he sat beside the body, he could see the narrow craft descending through the clouds, snow billowing out from beneath its repulsor field. It was oddly shaped though not ungainly; long, tapered, and slender from stem to stern. If it had lost its engines, you could believe it was capable of flying by more conventional means.
Despite it’s narrow frame, it could still hold a substantial cargo, or crew as the case warranted. Swinging low overhead, the hovercraft – no doubt piloted by a computer - scanned the area with its sensors, building a picture of its surroundings with a cold, mechanical mind. Finally, the craft came to a landing solution and powered down on a nearby ledge.
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It was about twenty minutes later that they drew close enough to see the ships, or what was left of them. Melony almost wept as she looked down over the waters that shimmered with oil fires, strange objects bobbing amongst them, debris and bodies forming a long tail of destruction that ended in a cluster of black and broken vessels, blazing like a funeral pyre.
