It thrashes, it writhes, it pushes. The void is barely larger than its body. No sight. No sound. It thrashes, it writhes, it pushes, it resists. It cannot resist. It resists. Its thrashing resembles a mindless rage, but it is not rage. Its writhing resembles a mindless panic, but it is not panic. Its pushing resembles the straining of an animal against its bonds, but there is nothing animalistic about its intent.
It tests. It explores. It defines.
Credit where it is due, the Twi'leks appear to have spontaneously evolved a spine.
The Godulan looks out from his position over the ongoing proceedings, directly towards the Aklan pass as if capable of seeing the battle even through the planet's curvature. In his mind's eye he bears witness as the remaining undamaged transports drill their way out of the rubble and turn towards the next population center, swiftly joined by other craft that had not joined the fight yet. The number of Ascension lost in the collapse is enormous, but hardly crippling in the larger scheme of things. The bodies of the Ascension left behind quickly dissolve, leaving little behind but a mass of toxic organic goo.
The warship above them continues to fire drones into the distance, the unmanned warmachines passing over the horizon before the report of their launch can even reach them. Their purpose is almost instantly redirected towards scouting and targets of opportunity as the battle is concluded.
I see blackness.
That is an oddly melodramatic thing to say. The Godulan turns to the armored human and cocks his head in momentary concentration. Ah, I see. One of the Ascension is taken prisoner. Typical protocol would be self-destruction, yet you hesitate. Explain.
You wish to know when the true rulers arrive, correct?
Such intelligence would not be rejected, on neither your part nor mine.
The errant is escorted to the sunward side. Field analysis suggests minor gravimetric and inertial influence, but only to subtly misdirect. Self-destruct will delay until Necron presence is confirmed.
The Godulan nods, then returns his gaze to the horizon. Keep us informed of further developments.
It thrashes, it writhes, it pushes. It tests, it explores, it defines.
It prepares.