It’s been generations since any of us dared approach the Titan.
It had patiently stood watch for all those generations, waiting for the impossible God-Pelican to once again catch a leviathan from the depths of the ocean we all know must lie beneath the star-crowned mountain.
Time and again, the Titan would carry the towering God-Pelican, it’s gargantuan orange catch held firmly in it’s talons...
‘This is clearly a loading/unloading zone mate. I don’t care how far you’ve travelled. This thing is bloody enormous you’ve blocked 5 bays! It’s going to take my lads all afternoon just to clear this snow to get the straps round it.
‘I mean, look at it. You shouldn’t even be bobbing around in that thing mate. Look at all those scratches. It’s a blimmin’ wreck! . You’ve clearly got no idea how to...
The magma was starting to solidify.
Richter hadn’t meant to incapacitate the Mole. He’d only wanted to demonstrate to the crew that he actually knew how to steer the damn thing.
He was so sick of all their little looks. You don’t become a Terranaut by being a little bitch, and they were all far too noble and classy to ever say anything out loud about their captain, even behind his back.
Nonet...