Another day was going to end behind the enormous flying city of Chilyork surrounded by its greenish and white fogs and vapors getting darker as long the sun above was going to disappear, for another cold and restless windy evening whose blows would have dragged on the air-fighters wrecks, shut down during the last "earthlings"(as the platform city’s citizens were used to call those still living on the mainland) assault. Flying city flashing and steady lights became the stars of that artificial sky signaling the gigantic structure to potential approacing starships. All of the sudden out of a clearing city clouds a flight formation flew out quickly, pointing toward east but then turning down and dives fiercly. Their wings were shining at last light glimpses of the day but no call went out from their iron beaks, just high powered engines rumbles got to be heard.

When the earthlings communities living below and around the fliying city got finally accustomed to be bombed by exploring air ships every evening, pretty easy to observe, the new  Chilyork’s governor Mr. Bruels persuaded the city administration board that using drones would have cut significantly military expenses for the prevention and safety operations towards the "Flush", as the "citizens" - the flying city inhabitants called the mainland.

In the beginning it wasnt easy to identified the drones’ fleets, more little and fasters. They were often confused with falling wastes, dust or flying creatures evolved due some toxic exposure - another idea from the prevention and safety operations which include as well a raising of garbage toxicity unloaded on region below to dissuade and get the "flusheens" (as they called that people) understand they were not welcomed. Losses were lots, but time after time earthlings got able to recognize them and sound the alarm quickly so that explorers, sentinels and resources hunters could take cover into the net of bunkers built below the tangled wastes swampy area. You might ask yourself why bombing every evening as part of prevention and safety policies. Well, Mr Bruels stated that destroying houses and refuges, possibly hitting some earthlings here and there would have alienate people breaking down part of theiridentity, their objects and memories related to them, their attitudes and personal histories so to weaken their self confidence making them feeling naked and fragile towards bad weather and bombing.

Bright glares followed by medium intesity roars enlighted that early evening while scrap iron and wastes masses got threw in the air and scattered around on medium and long distance. Kyle, a chubby pasty bald man was standing in the deeps of the culvert bunkers net built into the drier areas below the open air swampy dump couldnt do anything else but staring another night bombing with no jumps, as many other would instead do, at the explosion roars. Every bomb was like a bitter knot of saliva to swallow while detonation lights were disappearing from his sea blue eyes sight. Last explosion ending made him sigh and falling sit on its chair avoiding to turn aside. His vice, named Claude was used to these moves and quietly wait for the other man to speak. But before the man could turn to him, the deputy answered first nodding:"Yes, I’ll check damages and casualties". Assured him, taking his leaving and then walking to the door. Kyle stayed there gazing the night’s darkness, the gas mass surrounding the platform becoming obscure and the enormous flying colossus, while falling down into his thoughts and concerns get hold of his glass of water on the desk near to him.