The Invasion of Silgate

A deep thrumming echos through the darkness across the walled city of Silgate. A great, hovering mass of earth and stone slowly drifts over the southern gate and the night guards crane their necks to watch the volt primordian city pass overhead. They've never heard of a Volt fortress flying this low before. The hum of its ancient turbines saturates the city and disturbed residents begin waking up and walking outside to locate the source.

Quietly, the fortress stops in place, only visible as a black silhouette blocking out the stars. A booming and heavily accented voice calls down from the sky: "Citizens of Feylin, remain in your homes. We mean you no harm. Do not interfere."

The stars, two by two, blink back into existence. Red and yellow and blue and green, they descend from the edges of the fortress en mass over the eyes of hundreds of falling primordians. The light of their goggles glints off of their silver hair and reflective metal armor. They extend their arms and project a static field that slows their descent, and the moment they hit the ground they get to work.

All but one. Clad in bulkier armor than the rest, as well as a full helmet featuring a stoic visage of Primordius himself. Glass tubes inlaid into the armor glow a neon violet, and a glass ring floating just above his head lights up a brilliant purple. He kneels and presses a holy symbol to his unyielding metal lips before drawing a reflective steel war hammer from his back. With a sharp gesture the head crackles with electricity, and the figure begins to move with purpose towards the lord's keep.

The people of Silgate know an invasion when they see one, and they immediately begin ignoring the vessel's commands. A priest, flanked by a dozen nuns, exits the convent outside the walls of the keep and raises his arms to the heavens. Ignoring the chaos surrounding him as the guards begin clashing with the invaders he sets his sights on the primordian city and whispers a prayer to Abednego as the nuns sing a holy incantation. The sky lights up as if it were day and the clouds part as a beam of light 30 feet wide cascades from the firmament and cleaves a chunk of stone from the edge of the Volt fortress, causing the thrumming to falter. The helmeted figure quickly assesses the threat, and seems to glide along the ground like a specter before driving his hammer through the priest's ribs. His glass halo flickers. The sacred light fades before it can reach the main mass of the vessel, and the invasion continues unabated.

Within an hour the primordians had breached the fortress and retrieved their prize. Chains descend from the floating city and lift the soldiers back up into itself. The invasion ends as quickly as it began, and the primordians drift out of sight.