Immortal
He could not believe it. It was only propaganda. It had to be. He had seen the Emmerian, Garuda 1, go down in flames. Crash and burn. He had seen it. So how could he be here? How could Garuda 1 be alive? How could he be in that fighter, the one sowing nova fire across the sky? For it could be no other. No other dove ahead of the Emmerian forces, destroying all in his path. No other leapt from foe to foe, as light from a mirror. Or a flame to dry tinder.
He saw the missile.
Fire.
