The Necro laughed maniacally and mechanically as he swiveled his masked head back to the balcony on which sat a now despondent boy. Serves the sniveling rat right for being outdoors during Soulstice.
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They endured months of long darkness where what little heat that was contained by their enhancement suits was sucked from their bodies by the jet black firmament of space hanging over their heads.
There’s no real good reason to go to Earth. The species produces nothing noteworthy of trade except violence, funny animated images and attention seeking news bulletins. None of which have any use or value to a productive society.
We delved deep and unearthed the source of those whispers. The ancient abomination we discovered under the icy ruins was almost our undoing, but in the end it would be our salvation.
The ink black mechglider tore through the grey cloud deck, its leading edges still glowing from the heat of atmospheric re-entry and its hypersonic shock wave leaving behind an ever expanding hole through which faint blue sky could be seen.
The thousand year journey would begin in a cataclysmic blaze of superluminal engines and end with the rebirth of his people on another world.
Your string of endless and inefficient wars hampered our genetic transcendence, not unlike the intellectual despair created by your corrupt spiritual and political leaders in your middle ages that hindered your progress.
As you well know the Technician is one part of a symbiosis that holds the small, but fierce, Vek civilization together. Technicians are the warriors, builders, and strong arm of the Vek’s might … manifest in physical form.
He loathed the Tangle, but from time to time certain aspects of his undisclosed servitude required that he descend from the Spire when he was on Earth and retrace its narrow and dangerous avenues….