The door shut behind Atton and he could move again. Didn't feel like he was wearing fifty pieces of ferrocrete around his neck or something! Breathing in relief, he leaned back against that door for a minute or two.
There wasn't even anything trying to kill him.
After those two minutes had passed, he stepped away. Looked empty. Nothing to fight, but nothing to loot either. Eh. He'd live.
Then the ground turned black beneath his feet. Stars winked into existence. The bright lights of a thousand starships all crowding around the same planet. And he knew. He knew, so he stumbled backwards. "I'm not doing this!" he snapped. "I'm not doing this again, you got me?!"
No one responded. The ships moved as they always had. His own, well away from the fray, unknowingly made safe by the loyalty of the man inside of it.
On the opposite end, a flicker of light. General Surik's ship.
He shut his eyes. "I know," he snapped. "I know this should've killed me, but it didn't, okay? I know we're all really disappointed! But I'm alive! So what's the point? What's the point?!"
No response.
Of course not.
The Mass Shadow Generator had been activated, and the vortex came, sucking in every ship that had come too close to the planet, crushing them, shoving them into the heart of the planet until Malachor V cracked and burst and sent the echoes of tens of thousands of deaths outward in an instant.
His soul cracked. But this time it was only metaphorically.
[ atton's camp 2/3, but prooobably not terribly sociable. ]
Re: An Aged Door
The door shut behind Atton and he could move again. Didn't feel like he was wearing fifty pieces of ferrocrete around his neck or something! Breathing in relief, he leaned back against that door for a minute or two.
There wasn't even anything trying to kill him.
After those two minutes had passed, he stepped away. Looked empty. Nothing to fight, but nothing to loot either. Eh. He'd live.
Then the ground turned black beneath his feet. Stars winked into existence. The bright lights of a thousand starships all crowding around the same planet. And he knew. He knew, so he stumbled backwards. "I'm not doing this!" he snapped. "I'm not doing this again, you got me?!"
No one responded. The ships moved as they always had. His own, well away from the fray, unknowingly made safe by the loyalty of the man inside of it.
On the opposite end, a flicker of light. General Surik's ship.
He shut his eyes. "I know," he snapped. "I know this should've killed me, but it didn't, okay? I know we're all really disappointed! But I'm alive! So what's the point? What's the point?!"
No response.
Of course not.
The Mass Shadow Generator had been activated, and the vortex came, sucking in every ship that had come too close to the planet, crushing them, shoving them into the heart of the planet until Malachor V cracked and burst and sent the echoes of tens of thousands of deaths outward in an instant.
His soul cracked. But this time it was only metaphorically.
[ atton's camp 2/3, but prooobably not terribly sociable. ]