GRASSY PLANES

one might think of this as a peaceful day. Gentle breeze, warm sunny day. Almost perfect for a picnic... Until the sounds of screeching metal could be heard for miles and a loud booming groan as a grand ship breaks through the atmosphere hurtling towards the ground at impressive speeds superheating as it falls. Armor plating ripping off in now molten chunks as it all comes crashing down towards the once peaceful field. There is no chance of a safe landing at this speed. It buries itself In the ground cracking area around it for hundreds of feet throwing huge mounds of rock and dirt up creating a shock wave. As the dust settles parts of the ship are still glowing red hot causeing fires around the crash zone. This ship will never fly again.

The Grassy Planes-Sky

Mastema would have never been to space nor liked the area of space. He just liked his books, his students and all of that kind of stuff. He stood on the edge of the planes with a book in his hand to hear the large groan and shriek of metal. With the boom he could see the large spacecraft coming at him and with a jump Mastema unveiled his wings and shot up to the highest point (the lows of the clouds) to see what the hell was going on. What most people knew about Mastema was that he was cold. The instant he got to the height that he did, ice would form from the cloud’s vapor. The area all around him would drop into the negative as he looked for any other movement. “What the hell?!” he said, looking to what used to be the spacecraft.

Cargo that had been inside the ship now scatered across the plaines. The items that were ejected into space as holes teared open as the ship fell began raining down around the ship ammunition and building materials alike hitting the ground some exploding into huge fireballs some tearing open raining hot steel down around the ship.

Mastema looked at the ship and all of the spare parts scattered around the prairie. Most Of it being ammunition of which made him shake his head. He was heavily against violence but he would fight if need be. But large ships with that much ammunition is not needed in his mind. LIttle knowingly, objects just coming into the atmosphere would be hurtling towards him. He would slowly fall to the ground to check out the area before he actually felt the heat off of one object and in an instant a bolt of ice would force it to avoid him,. The ice- colder than molten steel is hot, was one of the strongest things he could do. He looked around and looked up as well. He sighed and formed two large pillars would form above him and start spinning, causing wind to hit the objects and slow them or redirect them as they fell downward towards the ship. “Now let’s see what’s here…” He said, tapping his foot to have a clone, made out of ice, be created and walk forward into the ship’s crash sight with caution.

One panel of armor plating began sparing as loud grinding sound was heard like steel ripping through the steel suddenly a chunk of the armor shot off as the grinding died down. A light blue Droid crawled out of the hole in the wreckage, seemingly arguing with it's self. "It was fun blue let's do that again! ^bzzrt no red you just caused an imperial ship to go down! It was a beautiful ship and you killed it" the small bottle crawled along the side seemingly unaffected by the red hot metal.

The clone looked at the little droid as it came out of the ship. iIth a bright smile it spoke, “What an interesting specimen of technology.” It said as it inched closer to the droid. Not exactly afraid or anything but intrigued. The real Mastema, standing back at a distance looked to the clone but not the droid as he had no need to look at the droid- for he could see it through the clone’s eyes. He couldn’t do much due to his caution of the subject. “How are you?” th4 clone asked, knowing that the droid had some form of sentience.

"whoa _bzzrtthat can't be Real, red what did you do to our eye this time" K12 said staring at the clone. It started to walk towards the ice to touch it to see if it's Real. K12 got close enough to touch it as it used one of its legs to reach out and tap it, as metal touched ice K12 jumped back.