"To the nearest planet with life," Vincent commanded.
Just as the command left the lips of the ICARUS CEO, the sight of the stagnant stars and blackness of space was replaced by a blur of rapid light, producing a reality-shaking hum before in a singular instant, the ship reappeared in front of a planetary body.
It was a world that appeared mostly blue from the outside, bringing the ship down to a landmass covered in azure grass and plants of varying shades of blue.
He was able to leave the ship from a platform that descended beneath his boots, speaking of the advanced nature of the ship to allow itself to be utilized in flexible ways, finding himself lowering down as he entered the foreign world.
"Interesting," Vincent watched as he descended, "Procedural generation, I assume."
The man looked around, watching the abnormal grass being brushed by subtle winds. Plants of unorthodox origin stood in the bumpy fields, swaying beneath the lapis sky.
