*Crunch~*
The bone broke under the flesh that had twisted from the force around it. Lucas let go, and looked around the battlefield, the third one after he had returned to the frontline. The war had not reached a stalemate, but it still felt like the calm before the storm.
A broken spaceship drifted by at that moment. Lucas glanced down, and the big piece of junk inexplicably stopped, its sudden change against inertia and physics themselves. Flying down, he landed on the now unprotected body of the shattered vessel, and sat down, calmly, just like that, in the middle of the battlefield.
A part of the vessel suddenly broke down, the contents that had been in the mess flew out to hover before Lucas. After sorting through the choices before him, he caught a bottle of what looked like an interesting drink, and let the rest drift away and contribute to the size of the waste in the area. It was a small contribution compared to the whole, but still.
