[Skulduggery doesn't know very much about space. It's never been relevant to him. He's fairly sure artificial gravity like the dome of it they land in on the moon isn't supposed to exist outside of fiction, but who is he to ignore the evidence right in front of him?
Here, though, are the feathered wings Skulduggery was disappointed Kratos doesn't have. They seem to denote subservient angels. They're all working on something -- Skulduggery has no idea what, some sort of outpost -- and he pauses before following Kratos, feeling suddenly ill at ease. He'd assumed Kratos was alone, first as an accidental dimensional traveler and then as some type of intergalactic explorer. This, however, looks and feels much more like an invasion force.
In the end, Skulduggery follows Kratos for a couple of reasons. The first is that bringing someone right into your base of operations after having known them for a mere handful of hours isn't a step of any invasion plan Skulduggery's heard before. The second is that, for all his skill and experience, he suspects Kratos could have rendered him useless any time before now without going to all this trouble.
He's also standing on the moon. That, Skulduggery feels, is worthy of a little notice. Before they step on the warp pad, he takes the opportunity to glance back at Earth, hanging suspended in the sky.
And then they're in a city.
It is, at least on its surface, a well-designed and utilised city. But not one of the angels spare Skulduggery a glance. Even if living skeletons are a little more common on Kratos's planet, the curiosity of someone new should be evident. Instead, there's nothing. The more Skulduggery looks, the more it feels like the city is lacking some ingredient crucial for proper life. It feels emptier than its population would suggest.]
Hm.
[-- oh. They're back in atmosphere. Skulduggery flexes his fingers and sends out a little puff of air.]
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Here, though, are the feathered wings Skulduggery was disappointed Kratos doesn't have. They seem to denote subservient angels. They're all working on something -- Skulduggery has no idea what, some sort of outpost -- and he pauses before following Kratos, feeling suddenly ill at ease. He'd assumed Kratos was alone, first as an accidental dimensional traveler and then as some type of intergalactic explorer. This, however, looks and feels much more like an invasion force.
In the end, Skulduggery follows Kratos for a couple of reasons. The first is that bringing someone right into your base of operations after having known them for a mere handful of hours isn't a step of any invasion plan Skulduggery's heard before. The second is that, for all his skill and experience, he suspects Kratos could have rendered him useless any time before now without going to all this trouble.
He's also standing on the moon. That, Skulduggery feels, is worthy of a little notice. Before they step on the warp pad, he takes the opportunity to glance back at Earth, hanging suspended in the sky.
And then they're in a city.
It is, at least on its surface, a well-designed and utilised city. But not one of the angels spare Skulduggery a glance. Even if living skeletons are a little more common on Kratos's planet, the curiosity of someone new should be evident. Instead, there's nothing. The more Skulduggery looks, the more it feels like the city is lacking some ingredient crucial for proper life. It feels emptier than its population would suggest.]
Hm.
[-- oh. They're back in atmosphere. Skulduggery flexes his fingers and sends out a little puff of air.]
You didn't say you had friends here.