>>536416456
Meanwhile...
In the sky high above planet Alscia...
Meet Fallacius Molina. The Blue Comet. A cunning thief. Audacious explorer, scoundrel, fighter. Casanova...
The reckless outlaw who was talked about in every inn this side of the rim. Famous for numerous assassinations, countless artifact robberies, a myriad of wrecked shadow facilities and destroyed beds. Wanted for just about every crime worth wanting for. But all of that would pale in comparison to the plan he concocted up back then in the shitty dilapidated asteroid tavern frequented by all manner of scum...
On the Royal Flying Throneship Calixta, named after the Empress herself, is secured a legendary monosword passed down for generations and used for ceremonial public executions of Empire's dissidents. And that was precisely the reason Fallacius was flying through the upper atmosphere at supersonic speeds.
Up until that that day no one has ever attempted something as foolhardy as boarding the most protected vehicle in the star system in flight, at least no one survived to tell the tale. But that was precisely why Molina was certain of his success. This operation required perfection which he knew he possessed. A few seconds left until contact, Fallacius was confident he was going straight for the cargo bay. However...
>the overheating jump pack suddenly malfunctioned
>the Throneship's helmsman decided to change the course by a few degrees
>a mysterious wind picked up at the worst possible time
and what The Blue Comet saw just before he braced for impact was the surprised face of the Empress, hidden behind high grade ballistic glass, presumably yelping in surprise as he was about to impact the bridge.
