A machine descended from the heavens pulled and pushed by Mother Nature’s turbulent will. Machines being a force of finite power do their best when buffeted by nature, a force of infinite power. The struggle between these entities, one inexhaustible the other intelligent, results in something we call navigation.
Obscured by forest undergrowth the machine opened, two figures exited its jaws. Perhaps relativity gave the impression one was short? Either way that man was certainly taller than any she’d seen previously. His costume changed colour, morphing quickly from jet black to match surrounding foliage.
The other, perhaps a woman, bore a large backpack whilst holding a small disc aloft as if searching for something, perhaps a squirrel or a flock of birds?
These beings didn’t resemble her overlords. Could they be Drax? Evil beasts which came for naughty little girls in the night.
Necron (part 4): Making Amends