"Ten, twelve hours. Longer if we stop for food," the speakers crackled. "I have a vast selection of inflight movies for your amusement, and do tell if the tempature get's uncomfortable?"
It loosened it's fingers, let the snuffed out firego, throwing it out.
No friction, no air, the dust and the last bits of wood flew out in all directions like an explosion.
A strange, little girl voice over the speakers, an old recording. "Ashes, ashes, we all fall down,"
It reached an arm up, back grabbed the handle of the scythe. The blade flared to life, not the normal green, but a white so bright the sun could have been pouring from it. Two swings, making a cross the spread to a star to a circle to the whole sky swallowed.
"Take us through?" power went to the control panels, AI pilot turned off. Duo had the helm.