Pilgrimage

[Acolyte]

The Vicar's Spatial touched down on the surface of the small, black pads. The cockpit looked like a Christmas tree inside: countless alerts for radiation, turbulence, and surface temperature were flashing in particolor strobe across the Vicar's face. He pulled up the hood of his robe, cloaking his features in shadow and papyrus-colored cloth.

Two steel skeletons, inactive, stood sentinel over the ship as he walked down the ramp and took his first gulp of frozen air.

He scanned the surrounding area before locating a small doorway nestled into the side of a nearby hill and partially concealed by a snowdrift. Entering into a swift stride, he approached the door and waited for something to happen.

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Rebirth | The Journal of Virgil Harrison

[\JG/] - AU - RepEx - OSI - .:j:. - XA - SCRA - ELE - VE - Zoner for Life

I've seen it all, man.