General Rondale watched the visitors to his planet leave with the gifted parts to fix their starship. He smiled sadly, “..If only our planet was so easy to fix..” he mused quietly. He knew the end was almost here. The Macsecs to the south had launched their nuclear and antimatter tipped warheads. In return the Engsci militants among his own people had no doubt launched their own counter-launched missiles. Returning to a panel he flipped some switches, the console was the last piece of technology from the Great Pioneers who had fallen from their sky long years ago and raised his people to their greatness and defended them from the Dark Serpents. Now, this last piece of their great ship was tied into the very heart of their planet. It was a secret only he and a select few knew of, “..If we are not to survive the attacks of the Macsecs then neither shall they..” he said pulling a lever as the ground began to shake from impact strikes above of nuclear and antimatter warheads.

A moment later he knew his work was done and succeeded as another far greater flash of light enveloped him in white and he ceased to be.

GM CockRoach