GM POST
The invisibility veils lifted on the four Enigma ships that had been quietly pursuing the Harbinger. The ships were slim and sleek, sporting a matte gray finish, similar to the coloration of the Enigma soldiers' uniforms. The ships circled around one another in an intricate formation, prepared to take a defensive stance if by some impossible manner the crew of the Harbinger had discovered them.
"Prepare attack formation," one of the ships radioed to the others. The pilots followed their instructions, moving their ships silently into a diamond formation. "Prepare shredders and target starboard wing," he said, and there was a short click that sounded somewhere from the bottom of each ship.
"Locked on," the other three pilots sounded in simultaneously.
"Fire!" the leading pilot commanded, and the four ships let loose a series of fast traveling razor blades, made of a metal that was nearly a hundred times stronger than diamond. The high-tech blades rocketed toward the Harbinger at an incredible speed, and upon contact ripped the right wing cleanly off the ship.
Sirens sounded inside of the Harbinger, with red flashing lights popping on throughout each deck. The ship immediately deployed a massive concussive blast as an automatic defensive measure, ripping the Enigma ships apart into thousands of pieces and sending the remnants of the pilots' bodies spiraling into space.
"Systems failure, major core disrupted, running systems check," a cybernetic voice echoed throughout the Harbinger.
"Combat systems failed," the automated voice sounded as the Harbinger began to drift downward toward the planet below.
"Backup combat systems failed. Steering systems failed. Emergency pod deployment systems failed. Armory systems failed. Map systems failed." The system failures continued to sound off as the ship fell downward, crashing into the atmosphere of the enormous planet below, Terra IV.
As the Harbinger lost control in the air, items flew out of their shelves and compartments. Weapons flew off of walls in the armory, and crew members' rooms became a mess. In the cockpit, from under the pilot's seat, flew out a black metal briefcase, emblazoned with an encircled silver snowflake. The briefcase slammed to the ground on the opposite side of the room, resting near the staircase that sat next to the elevator.
A ding sounded over the alarm for a moment. "Toaster oven systems success. Crash automatic landing procedures success. Cooling and fire prevention systems success."
The Harbinger slowed automatically, even if it was just a slight speed reduction. It crashed into the rocky earth below, scuffing up the bottom of the ship but doing little additional damage, with the crew inside likely suffering little to no injuries from the impact due to the air pressurization adjustment. The Harbinger skid across the ground a bit before finally coming to a stop.
The ship had come to a halt on top of a heavily forested mountain, situated in the middle of a gigantic mountain range. The midday sky was a vibrant blue, with few clouds in the sky, the temperature a gentle chill. The air on Terra IV was that of a typical inhabited planet, and was likely breathable for everyone in the crew.
