Thread:I-Ship-Stevidot/@comment-27847292-20160421193150/@comment-25908355-20160423194731

A handship floats through the Earth's hot, mostly toxic atmoshpere, admiring the landscape, and the former human colonies on the surface.

Jet, within the pilot's quarters, smiles, covering her mouth.

Jet: Now now, any sign of a surviving human colony must be firmly stomped out of commission, as my diamond has ordered.

From the handship, a message rings through the wasteland.

"All living members of the homo sapien species. Lift up your arms and surrender to the nearest gem personnel. You will be trated humainely, given supplies, water and shelter. Repeat: Surrender, for your own good."

Jet can only smile at the blatant lie being blasted by the ship's speaker.