∞ 03 31 ∞
Old man...
[wherever the good commander was before, it can be seen from the static-ridden, barely audible transmission that he's now on the crushed remains of the bridge. with dragging feet, he stumbles inexorably towards the captain's chair.
a long shard of jagged metal is clutched in a bleeding hand. his helmet and gloves are gone, showing a human outline, but no discernible features]
This is what you deserve.
[the image cuts out abruptly.
outside, darkness swallows up all the world]
[wherever the good commander was before, it can be seen from the static-ridden, barely audible transmission that he's now on the crushed remains of the bridge. with dragging feet, he stumbles inexorably towards the captain's chair.
a long shard of jagged metal is clutched in a bleeding hand. his helmet and gloves are gone, showing a human outline, but no discernible features]
This is what you deserve.
[the image cuts out abruptly.
outside, darkness swallows up all the world]