The flow of data abruptly ceased, leaving Ren standing completely frozen before the ancient panel. His right hand remained perfectly slotted within the human-shaped indentation, while the suffocating, heavy silence of the subterranean chamber pressed firmly against his ears.
The rest of the strike force was simply staring at him, having heard absolutely nothing of the cosmic transmission. To their perspective, their Glorious General had merely placed his palm against the metal and stood perfectly motionless for an agonizingly long minute.
"Ren?" Luna took a cautious step forward, breaking the quiet. "What happened? What did you see in there?"
Ren did not formulate an immediate reply.
His mind was frantically processing the phantom echoes of a man who had recorded a desperate broadcast who knows how many eras ago.
An ancient 'engineer' whom the corruption spat out as 'the traitor' with absolute malice in every syllable.
