His view of the planet was majestic, ship nose toward the equator, inertia carrying him sideways in orbit.
Clouds, deep blue crystal oceans, lush green archipelago.
Mother nature at her best, developing and enduring since its creation.
This planet had no great history, no place in texts to make it noteworthy.
Hard to imagine busy lives below.
Change always comes.
It's water made it precious to some but only for how fast they could process it.
This one like many others was no exception.
Always philosophical in this type of orbit.
Thoughts to broaden the deepest minds.
Change had come, externally, to plunder.
His view changed.
Oceans blackened, lands darkened. roaring red flames and intense white flashes light up features on the landscape.
His came closer to others in orbit, salvo's from them glowing brightly through the atmosphere.
A message blinked, he aligned his ship toward them and thrust to a stop.
More flashes appeared as ships dropped out of warp between him and his fleet.
Breath before the storm.
Change always comes.
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I came across the image while doing a lil look for a good desktop image.
I guess it just prompted me to type a little....
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