"Captain, the space station has lost power. Captain, I repeat... the space station has lost power."
The continuous echo vibrated through the ears of one particularly unhappy being, once they were aware that important pieces of the concept known as "energy" were apparently lacking. Not only that, but the job of ensuring that the nearly heavenly object, that was now helplessly submissive to planetary orb that threatened to show them the true meaning of the word "gravity", would never lose power, belonged to one sole person who was now likely going to be fired in multiple ways. Assuming that anyone were to survive this grave, not that there anyone else alive on-board the object other than the captain, it would be a miracle. Within minutes, the colossal space ship was drawn into the planet's grasp and was pulled in for a close embrace that again threatened the life of the sole living being on the mechanism; yet they didn't seem very afraid, more so annoyed because the only beings that were in a panic were ironically all containers of artificial intelligence. The spacecraft itself had its own operating system that just wouldn't shut up; it was so audible that no one could hear the atmosphere ripping the machine to bits and pieces as it fell from the heavens.
In mere moments, the pride of a space craft that was known as "The White Chariot" was being pushed into nothingness... along with the beautiful physique of ship; it's appearance was almost to the point of just that of a falling meteor that was graciously given the gift of fire and light, as it was wrapped around in both heat and light that illuminated the skies around as it traveled with such velocity that even sound could barely keep up.
"It looks like I am crashing into the planet known as Omnious..." The voice said to itself, seeping with a certain mix of curiosity and anger. A short period of time after the initial entry, the life of the artificial beings faded away as any back up energy that was reserved for the once-glorious chariot of the skies, was now depleted, leaving the captain with only the chaos that surrounded the event of falling from a heavily altitude into the deadly force of the ground. The insides of the ship were now scattered and thrown about, save for personal area of Azeneth, the Imperial General of the nearly Interstellar military known as "Whiteguard." The personal space around the being was glowing with a slight green hue, but miraculously any object that was destined to fly into them... was slowed and even halted in mid air, as if it was no longer bound by fundamental forces.
Finally, the colossal orb of fire was about to collide with the heavenly body that called the chariot down. The suspense was limitless, and the being prepared for the inevitable by not only tensing up, but increased the the anti-gravity effects that radiated from their being into most of the area around them, with the calm force seeping from their right, artificial eye that was known as "The Core." Within a flash, the space craft and the planet collided with a brilliant array of both light and sound. The light scattered across the terra in an epic display of colors, while the sound of the crash boomed for miles in what sounded like a nuclear explosion; there was nothing an ordinary being could ever hope to survive, let alone keep their body intact.
That was not the case for this expert; after the collision, the fire settled and so did the metals that comprised of the sky vehicle. Within minutes, the being could be seen slowly walking away from the epic crater that was born from her presence. However, it appeared that they either landed in a desert wild-land... or created it upon their entry. Either way, the terra near the crash site was completely wiped of any known values. However their being could be noticed with the naked eye now; their physique was almost mirroring that of humans found on the planet known as Earth.. a real treat for a planet about 1,000 light years off... according to sources that Azeneth knows of. The body could be easily identified as female, of the human species, as her pale skin and back reaching dark blue hair were easy give-a-ways for those well versed in human culture. Her body was covered in a pure-white double-breasted trench coat that gleamed with military might and accomplishments, as many of her pins and badges were covering a noticeable amount of the coat. The buttons on the coat were golden, which only complimented the respect-granting appearance of the soldier that fell into the planet. The trench coat, however, only fell to her thighs... and white tight-like(lol) socks covered the rest of her legs, until her calf-high white boots met with the socks. Her entire appearance spoke volumes, and could instill fear in others who didn't even know who she was. Her viridescent orb scanned the field, as her right eye was covered by a black eye-patch that displayed upon it a numerous amount of golden chevrons and stars, displaying her rank. Her facial expression showed that she was tired, and lucky to be alive.
How can anyone survive the fall from the heavens? There was no better reason why this being was the fourth most powerful war power that belonged to Whiteguard's entirety... a feat the takes multiple lifetimes to even fathom...
The continuous echo vibrated through the ears of one particularly unhappy being, once they were aware that important pieces of the concept known as "energy" were apparently lacking. Not only that, but the job of ensuring that the nearly heavenly object, that was now helplessly submissive to planetary orb that threatened to show them the true meaning of the word "gravity", would never lose power, belonged to one sole person who was now likely going to be fired in multiple ways. Assuming that anyone were to survive this grave, not that there anyone else alive on-board the object other than the captain, it would be a miracle. Within minutes, the colossal space ship was drawn into the planet's grasp and was pulled in for a close embrace that again threatened the life of the sole living being on the mechanism; yet they didn't seem very afraid, more so annoyed because the only beings that were in a panic were ironically all containers of artificial intelligence. The spacecraft itself had its own operating system that just wouldn't shut up; it was so audible that no one could hear the atmosphere ripping the machine to bits and pieces as it fell from the heavens.
In mere moments, the pride of a space craft that was known as "The White Chariot" was being pushed into nothingness... along with the beautiful physique of ship; it's appearance was almost to the point of just that of a falling meteor that was graciously given the gift of fire and light, as it was wrapped around in both heat and light that illuminated the skies around as it traveled with such velocity that even sound could barely keep up.
"It looks like I am crashing into the planet known as Omnious..." The voice said to itself, seeping with a certain mix of curiosity and anger. A short period of time after the initial entry, the life of the artificial beings faded away as any back up energy that was reserved for the once-glorious chariot of the skies, was now depleted, leaving the captain with only the chaos that surrounded the event of falling from a heavily altitude into the deadly force of the ground. The insides of the ship were now scattered and thrown about, save for personal area of Azeneth, the Imperial General of the nearly Interstellar military known as "Whiteguard." The personal space around the being was glowing with a slight green hue, but miraculously any object that was destined to fly into them... was slowed and even halted in mid air, as if it was no longer bound by fundamental forces.
Finally, the colossal orb of fire was about to collide with the heavenly body that called the chariot down. The suspense was limitless, and the being prepared for the inevitable by not only tensing up, but increased the the anti-gravity effects that radiated from their being into most of the area around them, with the calm force seeping from their right, artificial eye that was known as "The Core." Within a flash, the space craft and the planet collided with a brilliant array of both light and sound. The light scattered across the terra in an epic display of colors, while the sound of the crash boomed for miles in what sounded like a nuclear explosion; there was nothing an ordinary being could ever hope to survive, let alone keep their body intact.
That was not the case for this expert; after the collision, the fire settled and so did the metals that comprised of the sky vehicle. Within minutes, the being could be seen slowly walking away from the epic crater that was born from her presence. However, it appeared that they either landed in a desert wild-land... or created it upon their entry. Either way, the terra near the crash site was completely wiped of any known values. However their being could be noticed with the naked eye now; their physique was almost mirroring that of humans found on the planet known as Earth.. a real treat for a planet about 1,000 light years off... according to sources that Azeneth knows of. The body could be easily identified as female, of the human species, as her pale skin and back reaching dark blue hair were easy give-a-ways for those well versed in human culture. Her body was covered in a pure-white double-breasted trench coat that gleamed with military might and accomplishments, as many of her pins and badges were covering a noticeable amount of the coat. The buttons on the coat were golden, which only complimented the respect-granting appearance of the soldier that fell into the planet. The trench coat, however, only fell to her thighs... and white tight-like(lol) socks covered the rest of her legs, until her calf-high white boots met with the socks. Her entire appearance spoke volumes, and could instill fear in others who didn't even know who she was. Her viridescent orb scanned the field, as her right eye was covered by a black eye-patch that displayed upon it a numerous amount of golden chevrons and stars, displaying her rank. Her facial expression showed that she was tired, and lucky to be alive.
How can anyone survive the fall from the heavens? There was no better reason why this being was the fourth most powerful war power that belonged to Whiteguard's entirety... a feat the takes multiple lifetimes to even fathom...
