Spoiler: New Romulus, Iconian War Day 1Show
Just one more step. Just a little bit further. There’s another hand hold. There’s another foothold. She was almost there.
Her green blood pumped through her veins, and she could feel her heart pounding. It felt so very good – the feel of the stone and dirt beneath her hands, the musky scent of the grass and soil and granite, the movements of her body.
Looking down wasn’t an option as she paused to wipe the sweat out of her eyes, plastering her black, curly bangs to her forehead. She pulled herself up to a ledge and rolled over onto the granite, startling a bird of prey that screeched in protest and leapt into the sky. The sudden movement and the sound of wings made the woman start and then laugh quietly. It was good to be a Romulan today, and her plasma green eyes danced in merriment as she caught her breath, preparing to begin the next stage of her ascent up the mountainside.
Yet, before she began to climb further up the mountainside to her goal, she paused and gazed out at the landscape of the Hwael Ruins. The stone pillars and statues that lay scattered about the area were all that remained of the Dewan Civilization and even now the stone they were made from was slowly being reclaimed by the planet’s flora.
A slight tremor beneath her feet reminded her that she needed to prepare for the next stage of her climb, and she quickly shoved a safety-piton into the granite. The tremor beneath her feet became more pronounced and she realized that the slight shaking wasn’t from the unstable tectonic plate movement from beneath the planet’s surface but from a ship entering the atmosphere directly overhead.
She looked up and then blinked in confusion. The ship’s configuration wasn’t Romulan or recognizable as any of the Republic’s allies or even enemies and it was very purple.
And then the mountainside began to collapse around her…
Her green blood pumped through her veins, and she could feel her heart pounding. It felt so very good – the feel of the stone and dirt beneath her hands, the musky scent of the grass and soil and granite, the movements of her body.
Looking down wasn’t an option as she paused to wipe the sweat out of her eyes, plastering her black, curly bangs to her forehead. She pulled herself up to a ledge and rolled over onto the granite, startling a bird of prey that screeched in protest and leapt into the sky. The sudden movement and the sound of wings made the woman start and then laugh quietly. It was good to be a Romulan today, and her plasma green eyes danced in merriment as she caught her breath, preparing to begin the next stage of her ascent up the mountainside.
Yet, before she began to climb further up the mountainside to her goal, she paused and gazed out at the landscape of the Hwael Ruins. The stone pillars and statues that lay scattered about the area were all that remained of the Dewan Civilization and even now the stone they were made from was slowly being reclaimed by the planet’s flora.
A slight tremor beneath her feet reminded her that she needed to prepare for the next stage of her climb, and she quickly shoved a safety-piton into the granite. The tremor beneath her feet became more pronounced and she realized that the slight shaking wasn’t from the unstable tectonic plate movement from beneath the planet’s surface but from a ship entering the atmosphere directly overhead.
She looked up and then blinked in confusion. The ship’s configuration wasn’t Romulan or recognizable as any of the Republic’s allies or even enemies and it was very purple.
And then the mountainside began to collapse around her…