Having safely landed his ship on the surface of the strange planet, Micro Mizako secures the bridge with a flick of his mighty gauntleted wrist. All systems spin down in a satisfying whirr of mysterious technology. Not mysterious to Micro of course, as he is the ship’s Master. He exudes weary confidence as he rises from the pressure couch and grabs a syntho doughnut.
“Another day securing the alliance for freedom.” he mutters, not without sarcasm.
Suddenly, the entire cabin is blasted into it’s constituent atoms. Micro is likewise negated as a coherent entity and scattered every which way.
A sleek star faring vessel and it’s intrepid commander are now but a thin smear of vapor, slithering across a desolate, rocky landscape. In their place, slightly sunken in the powdery sterilized dross, a single intact syntho doughnut… Or is it?
For Kent.