They said there will be a sign.A mark upon the ground.This will be the spot whereHe will return. "The Book" said, "By his mark, you will know him!"The Warrior stood off in the distance.He saw its fall and the mighty power it possessed. He felt its heat and destruction, all in a tremendous flash of light. As the smoke raised skyward, where heaven had once been rumored to exist, the Warrior secured his belt and unsheathed his weapon.The lighting had made its indentation amidst the clearing. Everything was charred and smoldering.The impact point was very defined. A cross. The mark was in the shape of a cross.That was the sign. He would appear soon wielding the wrath of Him who had sent Him, and nothing more. The battle had commenced.The Warrior knew. Armageddon was at hand. Hell be damned.
Aster watched and saw. He saw the sign reach down and pluck a single tree from many. A single tree of the mighty rolling forest selected and illuminated. And the forest began to burn."I am the tree. I am the thunder, the lightning, the screaming wildlife, the snarling fire. I Am."Aster saw the sun set in a summmer storm and watched the sun rise in the clear methane morning from the rear port of his disabled escape pod. He would be the first to die for this planet, but the mutiny would not go unpunished. Already, his FTL transponder was beaming his story back to Earth, his report, his discovery. "And they shall call the world Aster to honor my sacrifice."
Damn, boys. Good stuff.