As twisted as it sounded, being sent toward the Titan had a certain degree of luck. After all, the alternative was to either drift through outer space, lost and untraceable, or be overwhelmed by the Ro'trah minions and become their food.
Michael's eyes needed a few seconds to adjust after the intense force he had just withstood.
After a brief moment, he realized he had landed on the Titan's body. Though the creature was still alive, it was too focused on evading the Emperor and the faction leaders, who were searching for it in the middle of the swarm, to pay him any attention.
The alien's form was colossal, surpassing the size of the warship. Had he not known better, he would have assumed an entire ecosystem had begun to form on the surface of the creature's skin.
