Snippet #2763605

It didn't take long for the news to reach her ears. From the dunes, Frey gazed down at the smoking wreck in stunned silence. Though she'd never seen one in person before, she knew that was a goddamn space ship. It may be all busted to shit, but. . .

Frey walked calmly down the sandy slope, keeping her eyes peeled for scavengers as she headed to the smoldering wreckage. Metal is metal, after all.

Her gaze scaled the titan of a vessel, black streams of smoke billowing from its many wounds. She had known that they were big, but reality always had a way of exceeding her expectations. Frey planted a gloved hand against the outer hull. As though opening her eyes a second time, her senses reverberated throughout the entire chassis of the vessel like a series of bounding waves, sending signals and vibrations that translated into footsteps, the echo of voices absorbing into the walls. . .

Let's see how much I can fuck them up.

Frey slammed her other hand into the wall and heaved her entire weight as though she were motioning to shove it forward. Instead, the orifices of the ship began to slowly close up - entryways fused together into walls, ruptures closed in on themselves - the chimneys of smoke all but fizzled out, and the Meritocrat's presence vanished in the sea of sand.

That smoke was going to kill all those scavengers soon enough.

Idiots.