In deep space the eye of K'Terlu goes wide with the screams of Apollo
echoing, itself seeing the fire as Apollo himself had seen it, a wince
as though the great beast himself had felt it.
Then a calm ...
A
rage in the K'Terlu's eye as it fades into gravitation. Its orbitals
all fall into the gravitational pool as the K'Terlu wriggling into a
growing black hole like a cocoon.
These planetoids and and
asteroids accumulated along the way crash into one another, becoming
dust in the event horizon, swirling as the K'Terlu's shell, and then its
gone.
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Mars, apparently caught after The Sabine Tale
but before The Pivotal Western, stands stretching, having apparently
washed ashore after called coward and thrown to sea by Aries, whose last
proclamation that he would never be a god.
He looks around at
this place of a growing mist, as is the sand swirled with the lightest
of breezes and held itself where it stood when it passed, responding to
every motion like smoke that never dissipates.
A redness to this
place, a bloodiness to the spires growing in the distance, swinging long
protrusions overhead in their slow turn with a deep blowing sound,
dragging a near sandstorm harmlessly with it, losing sight of Mars
entirely.
Through the smog a massive form seen walking, a deep
groaning sound. The Orson, its frame still twisted from the Sabine
Tales, and not seeming in a good mood.
Amelia spots a form in the sand.
Morgan - "What is Happening "
Outside, Mars stares up in awe at the Orson twisted form after detonation.
~ P O V ~
A
gust of wind, the shifting of dust on the planet Mars, Apollo's wreck
crashes nose first. Then a few saucers and then some flailing aliens
screaming their displeasure in a brief rain while the dogs watch from
alleyways between lost structure.
One for some reason takes long ... screaming ... they watch the fall and then a bone crackly splat.
They look to a banging sound in the ship's hull, a torch passing
through from inside then kicking, a bit of swearing until a panel flies
off.
They follow its arc, then the bundle wrapped in flags,
soaked in alien blood as it flies out the hole. The flop of the
stumbling human, Apollo's gunblade flying out.
Up on her knees fast, she pulls off he mask and throws it high with her arms, goggles crooked from the fast removal.
Nocturne - "I ... DID IT !"
As she walks, helmet in one hand, Apollo's gunblade on her back, dragging what can be assumed to be his head in a bundle of flags from world's he's conquered.
Ahead in the farm more natural dust of spinning terraforming blades a ship much like if a hotrod could fly lands, the door opening, Doe smiling. They take off.
~ The Boy ~
Nocturne - Voiced over, "Wait what ?"
The
ship jumps to speed. Ports back out near a station over Earth, moves
slowly in for docking. Doe holds his position to catch a passing clamp
in the station's spin, and locks.
Dressed like a couple of rodder
kids by the time they get out, the pass the busy walkways, gear in her
large duffel bag, a couple of rich kid tourists to most, but nods to
those who know better at the shops.
Inside their room she opens
the bookshelf to reveal a chemist's workstation set before a wall of
weapons, she assembles Apollo's gunblade and hangs it with the other
two.
Starts pulling off her armor while Doe passes behind in a
towel drying his hair. She hangs the pieces on the mannequin, leaving
only the supporting skins.
Places the head in the middle of the
station, looking into its eyes, which even alive would be impossible to
know if they were looking back. Staring cold into them as she puts the
combat knife in its place, her two pistols.
Checks one that took
damage then looks back into the eyes as if accusatory. Smiles. Hangs
it on the wall. Pucks up the scalpel and flips on the steamer.
Cuts
away in a clear line across the top and lifts a bit, blowing the
chemical steamer under the flaps. Sets the scalpel down and works with
the fingers, pulling the mask off the skull carefully.
Smiles and shows the dead eyes their face.
Shows
a mannequin head that looks like her, pulls the goggles off her
forehead and puts them on the armor rack. She takes the fake ones there
and puts them on the mannequin head.
Carefully places the face
over, lining the yes up right, elbows the oven open. Like a microwave,
the head face is put to spins through the window. Drops the skull on a
cooking sheet and slides it into the chemical bath, a lot like an
industrial dishwasher.
Slams the lid and starts it up. Watching the spinning head and pulling off the armor skins, stands when done. A ding.
Nocturne - Wrapped from a shower, she hangs the armor's last skull, the mask under the helm. Evil voice, "At last ... I am completed ... "
Doe - Laughing, "Oh for fuck sake will you please come to bed."
Nocturne - Closes the bookshelf, "Kay."
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In stark contrast to all else, The Boy stares into the eyes of a lion in the zoo, the lion staring back.
nameless - Standing next to him, "What's he saying ?"
The Boy - Looks at him a second, analyzing, then back to the lion. "Freedom."
nameless - "Are you going to let him go ?"
The Boy - Looks around at the people, the rest of the animals along the walkway for show. "I think so."
nameless
- Considers this a moment, looks to the lion. The lion looking back
then to the boy again, near thirsty. "They mostly look like fair
runners."
The Boy - As the locks drop all around and the screaming begins. "I think so too."