The world that had played host for you since your hatching was green... it was what you instinctively knew to be a Garden World.
A world that was lush, verdant and upon which intelligent life would eventually evolve on or desire to claim.
It is also... sadly, a quiet world. With no intelligent life beyond you on it. No settlements or such. No tool users. Nothing that you would claim as a pet... erm... crew.
Instead, it is just you and only you on that lonely world as you listened to the broadcasts from distant worlds.
You were ready... far more than ready to take off...
And so, one day... you did.
You flew up to the highest peak upon that lonely world of yours. Your pale skin reflected the light much like the snow beneath you, unlike the black hardened portions of your body; a reflection of your other self's armor, weaponry and engines.
Admittedly, flying isn't actually accurate, given the effect of your gravity drives meant that you were more falling upwards or forwards than down.
There you stood, upon the highest point of your birthworld, gazing upon the blue blackness of the heavens above.
You clenched your fist and listened, breathing in the thin air.
You had a choice here.
You could continue to stay upon this world, perhaps even broadcasting a beacon that this was a garden world and someone would eventually come by.
Or you could fly from your nest.
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Dark Heavens | Space Ship Girls
001 : Choice
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