The windows of the Winter Palace shook as the sound of thunder roared above St. Petersburg. Another lightning storm was raging outside, not uncommon for April, but the intensity and multitude of such storms - practically daily - was unusual. And then there were the six dots spotted near Mars.
Your Greatness, the chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one! The Kans chief scientific advisor stood next to the ruler of Russia in the Great Hall of Paintings. Now it was just a Great Hall - most of the paintings had been pulled down by Sharuminar as he continued his massive redecoration efforts of the palace. Right now he was sitting on a tripod stool, thumbing his way through potential new works of art to be displayed.
Then it can only be one thing, he paused, looking at a painting of a powerful warship. The great leaders of Russia reborn, returning to assist me in my greatest need. Ivan, Peter, Catherine, Alexander, Mikhail, Sharuminar!
Another flash of lightning briefly illuminated the Hall beyond the simple candles. The advisor waited for the thunder to pass. Sharuminar, your Greatness? Are you saying
you are returning to save Russia?
Indeed! Who better to reunite the motherland, hmm? Sharuminar pulled out the painting and held it against the wall. We should have a splendid parade for their arrival. Get the artillerymen ready - our leaders shall be delighted with a display of our fighting skills.
Yes, your Greatness. The advisor sighed. Outside the lightning had ended, all that was left was the downpour of rain. Is there anything else?
Yes, what is the ship in this painting?
Thats the
Thunderchild, your Greatness. A fine depiction of its last action. The Kan didnt respond, instead he gazed at the painting a while, before crossing the room to look out one of the massive windows. He was looking upwards to the sky, clearly hoping to catch a glimpse of his returning heroes through the dark clouds. The advisor shook his head before walking away, resolving to send someone else next time