Still hovering in the cold, silent expanse of the stratosphere, the collision with the Solar Warden starship replayed in Richard's mind. He took a deep, controlled breath inside the Prometheus Mark 8, letting out a measured sigh. The flicker of panic, though momentary, served as a sharp reminder of the vast, unknown dangers lurking even in the seemingly empty void. He refocused, his initial fear solidifying into a cold, hard resolve.
"Alright," Richard's voice, amplified and subtly deepened by the suit's internal speakers, resonated in the commlink. "Time to put this suit to its real use. First encounter. I'm scared, yeah, but after seeing that footage... there's every damn reason to burn this lizard on a stake. And I intend to do just that."
