Stranded On Santa Astarta Site

“Negative, Captain,” Korr’s voice crackled. “The launch bay is compromised. The only remaining atmospheric craft is Cargo Hauler Seven. It is… sub-optimal.”

“I am the sum total of a world’s knowledge. I am the ghost of a forge that once built gods. And I am lonely.” stranded on santa astarta

They moved inward. The cathedral-city was a necropolis of forgotten industry. They passed rows of automated penitent engines, long dead, their iron skeletons still bolted to the floor in eternal kneeling. They found manufactoria that once built war titans, now filled with the frozen shadows of workers—calcium outlines pressed into the stone by some ancient, silent detonation. “Negative, Captain,” Korr’s voice crackled