Player: @Sailboat

Character Bio

At the edge of the atmosphere, the stars don't glitter.  They shine with cold, steady, alien brilliance.

A different kind of cold, alien brilliance had destroyed Mark Kittinger's spyplane. The Rikti fleet bored on through the fireball, heading toward earth, ignoring the tumbling human. He fell through their contrails, buffeted. His pressure suit provided scant protection from the alien energies, the cosmic rays streaming in through the hole the Rikti had punched in earth's magnetic field, and temperatures approaching -100 degrees.

Stabilizing himself, Mark began to pick up speed in free-fall. Faster, faster. The thin air whistled, rose in pitch to a scream, faded at the sound barrier. The shockwave pressed on him with physical force. He fingered the control to deploy the drogue chute . . .not yet.

Down, down. Diamond darkness above. A riot of color and life below. Life UNAWARE of the approaching invasion. He alone knew.

Mark tucked his head for greater speed. Faster, faster.

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