Jake Fogel
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The orbital bombardment only took a single rotation. I watched as the surface of the planet below transitioned from a landscape of greens, browns, and blues, to a gray-brown smudge of destruction with patches of orange smeared intermittently where flames roared. Our fleet’s heavy artillery smashed their ground defenses in minutes. After that, the operation was practically a joke. I couldn’t help but feel pride in the pit of my stomach. Or perhaps that was the motion sickness.
By Jake Fogel3 years ago in Futurism