the ways in which her legion fought, but he had personally seen them all validated with his own eyes anyway.
“And you are always so surprised to witness it” Thanos replied. He turned from the podium that acted as a communications channel for the bridge and saw her take a seat, though with her spectral appearance it looked as though she melded with it.
“What happened at Pheia was never your fault, brother…you must learn to move on. All things are transient. All things fade…”
Thanos crossed his arms, anxious over the memory of it and closed his eyes. “I should have been on board when it happened Night, you can’t disagree. Maybe I could have saved her, seen the danger before it became too late”.
Nightingale shook her head sadly. “No, Thanos. What happened to the Resolute was meant to happen. Perhaps only Seraphim could divine the purpose of that fate, maybe only the Lion could reveal the lesson in it, but it cannot be changed. This war will claim more casualties yet”.
Thanos laughed morbidly. “Though none of them will be us, least of all you.”
When he said that, she gave him a dark, threatening look that he’d never seen before. “Bullets may pass through me and blades will never find their mark, but there are more kinds of death than the physical ” she bit. “We would do well to remember that, when all this is over”.
Thanos felt his ire rise at her harsh tone, but he saw the wisdom in her words and reluctantly agreed with a nod of his head. He turned to regard the bank of devices on the port side of the bridge. They were an array of holo-projectors and the sight they displayed now was one that he was growing wearisome of.
Like always it seemed, he looked upon a scene of death and destruction as the Black Guardian legions duelled with a Phantom fleet for control of the planet Erebos. “Will it ever be over, sister? Or are we destined to fight his conflict forever?”
This time, Nightingale said nothing.
OUT IN THE cold of space , Vice-Commander Vulpus of the 73rd Hellhounds fought to outrun a pair of Nightshade fighters. She banked to port and barrel rolled as their guns chased her Voidhawk. She took a glancing hit, causing her cockpit to scream frenzied noises at her. Casting the holo-warnings away with her left hand, she grabbed the joystick again and made her fighter dive towards the nearest Guardian vessel.
“Need any help, Vice-Commander?” a voice asked over the intercom.
Since the Phantom craft decided to continue their pursuit, she decided she didn’t. “Everything’s going as planned Aetius, the enemy’s doing my work for me” replied, feeling her lips curling into a smile that the other pilot was never going to see. He could hear it in her voice, though.
“Does your plan involve ramming one of our own ships? I quite like the Infernus …” Aetius asked sarcastically, indicating the destroyer that the vice-commander was on a collision course with.
Vulpus laughed. “As do I. Don’t worry, she’ll survive”.
Continuing on her path towards the legionary vessel, she twisted the Voidhawk from left to right, shaking the enemy fire that sought to end her. Soon the looming hull of the Infernus filled her vision and she anticipated the message from its crew before it came through her speakers.
“Vice-Commander Vulpus, this is gunnery Sergeant Balta of the Infernus . We cannot provide supporting fire against your bandits; they are too close to you. Pull out of our fire zone and divert from your collision course”.
“Negative. I requite your Captain to raise your starboard shields. I’m going to fire my flares at you” Vulpus replied.
There was a momentary pause during which she made another series of evasi ve manoeuvres. Fortunately, though the enemy were relentless, they had terrible aim. Balta came back with, “That’s ridiculous…How can you expect us to allow you to
“And you are always so surprised to witness it” Thanos replied. He turned from the podium that acted as a communications channel for the bridge and saw her take a seat, though with her spectral appearance it looked as though she melded with it.
“What happened at Pheia was never your fault, brother…you must learn to move on. All things are transient. All things fade…”
Thanos crossed his arms, anxious over the memory of it and closed his eyes. “I should have been on board when it happened Night, you can’t disagree. Maybe I could have saved her, seen the danger before it became too late”.
Nightingale shook her head sadly. “No, Thanos. What happened to the Resolute was meant to happen. Perhaps only Seraphim could divine the purpose of that fate, maybe only the Lion could reveal the lesson in it, but it cannot be changed. This war will claim more casualties yet”.
Thanos laughed morbidly. “Though none of them will be us, least of all you.”
When he said that, she gave him a dark, threatening look that he’d never seen before. “Bullets may pass through me and blades will never find their mark, but there are more kinds of death than the physical ” she bit. “We would do well to remember that, when all this is over”.
Thanos felt his ire rise at her harsh tone, but he saw the wisdom in her words and reluctantly agreed with a nod of his head. He turned to regard the bank of devices on the port side of the bridge. They were an array of holo-projectors and the sight they displayed now was one that he was growing wearisome of.
Like always it seemed, he looked upon a scene of death and destruction as the Black Guardian legions duelled with a Phantom fleet for control of the planet Erebos. “Will it ever be over, sister? Or are we destined to fight his conflict forever?”
This time, Nightingale said nothing.
OUT IN THE cold of space , Vice-Commander Vulpus of the 73rd Hellhounds fought to outrun a pair of Nightshade fighters. She banked to port and barrel rolled as their guns chased her Voidhawk. She took a glancing hit, causing her cockpit to scream frenzied noises at her. Casting the holo-warnings away with her left hand, she grabbed the joystick again and made her fighter dive towards the nearest Guardian vessel.
“Need any help, Vice-Commander?” a voice asked over the intercom.
Since the Phantom craft decided to continue their pursuit, she decided she didn’t. “Everything’s going as planned Aetius, the enemy’s doing my work for me” replied, feeling her lips curling into a smile that the other pilot was never going to see. He could hear it in her voice, though.
“Does your plan involve ramming one of our own ships? I quite like the Infernus …” Aetius asked sarcastically, indicating the destroyer that the vice-commander was on a collision course with.
Vulpus laughed. “As do I. Don’t worry, she’ll survive”.
Continuing on her path towards the legionary vessel, she twisted the Voidhawk from left to right, shaking the enemy fire that sought to end her. Soon the looming hull of the Infernus filled her vision and she anticipated the message from its crew before it came through her speakers.
“Vice-Commander Vulpus, this is gunnery Sergeant Balta of the Infernus . We cannot provide supporting fire against your bandits; they are too close to you. Pull out of our fire zone and divert from your collision course”.
“Negative. I requite your Captain to raise your starboard shields. I’m going to fire my flares at you” Vulpus replied.
There was a momentary pause during which she made another series of evasi ve manoeuvres. Fortunately, though the enemy were relentless, they had terrible aim. Balta came back with, “That’s ridiculous…How can you expect us to allow you to
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