This was their way of showing they cared—quietly, without a word.
They knew she couldn't go, so they found a way for her to watch.
After breaking through the atmosphere, the full vista of Gorbog came into view.
Vast expanses were piled high with mechanical junk. The air was murky, and the sky, much like on Siren Star, was a dusty gray.
But while Siren Star's architecture had a cold, majestic grandeur, here, there was nothing to see but garbage.
Planet F187.
Five Mechas descending from the sky was something no one could ignore.
Someone had already notified the owner of the territory where Chase Shaw and his team landed.
"Morgan, some outsiders just showed up. They don't look like people you want to mess with, and they're waiting for you." The locals used the simplest Interstellar Intelligent Brains, which could only send messages and had no other functions.
The man called Morgan frowned when he heard this from his subordinate, but he decided to go see for himself.
