Miko Thoran looked over the wasteland that was once a thriving city through slanted eyes, his sword hand clutching Galatea for dear life. He could hear his weapon whining from the burn of Asinitone blood and from the pressure of his grip. He couldn’t help the tremors wracking his body as he tried in vain to stem the flow of his anger.
A thick cloud of dust hid most of his surroundings from view but he could hear the high-pitched shrieking his enemies used to communicate. Standing as still as he could manage, he waited in the cover of the final setting, felt the third sun of Jassanin fall below the asteroid belt surrounding the planet, plunging a third of the surface into full night. Soon, he would once more make a stand against these monstrous intruders; take as many as he could with him, to appease the ghosts of those taken in violence. His family….friends….
In a loose moment of reverie, he eased his grip on Galatea, for although only he could hear his weapon, he would not have unnecessary suffering caused her before this, their final battle. Carefully, he lowered his arm and laid the sword’s tip into the ground, the only way to sense the movements of the closest squadron without giving away his position. When he was sure that he could move without being noticed, he angled his body towards the eastern outskirts of the city and used the last of the fuel in his wrist unit to teleport back to his craft.
He stood for a moment outside looking at the main gate, stretched open as if yawning onto the grasslands beyond; warped into devastation by the first wave of attacks. Soon, the Asinitones would track his beam and find him. Miko released his right side in order to open and enter the craft, having held a healing pack to an open wound received in his last fight. On the flight deck, he relayed what would be his last message into the cold and unassuming void of space:
“My name is Miko Thoran of the Jassanin Air Fleet. The city of Jassin is lost,” he began, pausing to draw a shaky breath as pain lanced through his side. “And I fear the rest of the planet is soon to share its fate. Our enemies have declared war and we were unprepared. To any who receive this message, I have sent the co-ordinates of the weapon X-10. Captain Holyan of the United Armada will need this to stop them…”
The ship shuddered from the impact of a deep-space laser canon. Miko stood, still gripping his weapon and, with the last of his strength, phased through the weakening shield and directly into the midst of Asinitones waiting on the outside. With a strangled cry he delved into the fray of his last struggle.