Jarik Utoni looked out the viewport on his private shuttle. Umokka II, temperate planet, near enough to the Valhalla Industries home office that he had sometimes gone planetside, if only to enjoy the scenery. Gone now though, the Sansha Nation had been thorough, huge pits blasted in the forests, scorch marks where the dropships had landed and the bodies, everywhere the bodies. Jarik unlatched his restraints and moved to the back of the shuttle.
"5 minutes out sir." came the pilot's voice on the intercom
Jarik keyed the intercom, "Set us down in one of those blast marks in the forest."
"Aye sir."
The shuttle maneuvered into position and deployed it's landing gear, gliding to a stop as the engines powered down.
"We're on the ground sir, shall I unload the Cargo?"
"Yea, put it in the center of the blast, and anchor it to the ground."
Jarik disembarked the shuttle and focused his attention on the cargo doors. Suddenly they began to open, and the statue came full into view. The statue, almost 10" tall was an image of every race in New Eden, standing together, their respective weapons held high in defiance of the Sansha incursion. On the base a plaque read: Remember forever, those that were lost here, Fighting and dying not for a cause, bot for survival, New Eden must stand together, or we will die alone.
As the statue was being anchored Jarik read the plaque again and keyed his comlink.
"Salute!"
Far above in orbit a lone Maelstrom piloted by Reven Haze began firing it's heavy 1400mm howitzers in a 21 gun salute, though they could not be heard they could be seen from the planet.
Jarik looked again at the statue, a lone tear trickled down his face.
"For you, the lost, for you we fight."
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