Cry surveyed the aftermath, blue eyes under short blonde hair wishing the outcome had been better. He was one of the main gunners for the starship David, flagship of the Legion's fleet. While quite a lot of wreckage floated where attackers bombarded the ship all too recently, there was also a lot of damage to the ship itself. The sort of damage that could jeopardize the entire mission.
Others were in charge of what to do now. All Cry could do was wait, seated behind his turret guarded by polyglass dome and invisible energy shielding. Stars glittered across the black backdrop of space, and as the ship's engines struggled to shift its position within that space, the thin edge a water-bound planet lit by distant sun slid silently into view. There was land down there, though not much, and not inhabited as Cry recalled. Centauri VI, nobody wanted it, there were no mineable resources.
Water and a little sandy island sounded nice right about now. The planet had that, at least. Cry considered