As kings speech reached its crescendo he noticed an fast approaching power signature, sure enough as he looked up on the dark skies he saw an flying model descending rapidly. He had always thought they were sorrowful beings, without an ability to refuel themselves they often took to the skies that they loved so much for one last flight. To soar ever higher only to plummet downwards like Icarus and indeed King124 felt as Daedalus must have felt watching his son plummet to the sea. "[i]Daedalus[/i]..." Fine name, King thought, he would keep that one ready. Then the inevitable crash shook the land with horrid impact.