Awaiting the ChaosThe scent of pipe tobacco fills the bridge of my Federal Corvette as I take a stiff pull off my pipe and exhale slowly. "So it has come to this" I say as I look out over the master controls of the pilot's chair. Sol is sitting majestically...
It's finally happened. Thargoids are heading to Sol.Now is the time, now is that moment. The Thargoids have played their card. Cocijo has moved to Sol. No more controlled systems; no more fighting for every inch to take back what they have controlled. The fecal matter has hit the oscillating air...
