Art&concept by Ol Albireo
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-Another Tahitian base,- Atris told his companions.
The building hovered in the air, on the other side of the river, emitters shone around it in pillars, they also guarded the office of aliens and traitor commentators from possible incursions of the rebels. Under the building lay energy plates that worked on the life force of the new order criminals.
Screams reached Atris and his companions. The pillars flashed iridescently and everything was quiet. Probably, someone tried to attack again and the pillars dispelled the attack aircraft.
Atris sighed and rubbed his eyes.
Why do they keep doing this? Is it stupid to die or become fertilizer for the Tahitians?
-But we must do something! – a tattooed, shaved beauty in pieces, in camouflage and hung with weapons, grinned.
Atris looked her up and down. New.
-Yes, you haven’t died so far just because you haven’t tried to do anything important,” Atris grinned.
The girl answered, something well-aimed and caustic, but Atris turned away and did not hear, because he did not listen.
The perfect enemy. AlbireoMKG