Cloudwatching


They'd battled: the shredded landscape around their Zoids' frozen bodies told the story in furrows of scorched earth and ruined armor. The Zero and Fury's rest was peaceful, though, death grips around throats loosened but firm in sportsmanlike truce. Their pilots lounged beneath, watching smoke draw pictures in the sky.

"I see Fury ripping apart...Helcats. That one's face is crushed, see? And the next bit...that's a bagel."

"With cheese?"

"Yeah, maybe. Hey, archaeopteryx or ostrich, y'think?"

History would go on to describe Bit Cloud and Vega Obscura with words like epic and genius, forgetting the children they were.


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