Not with a Bang: Conclusion

[voidtreckermods]

The base camp is a mess by the time the fight is over. The heavy rain alone would have been enough, but the battle has churned up the earth itself. The previously peaceful clearing is pockmarked with craters and dark puddles where ash has mixed into rainwater, along with oil and blood that swirl unpleasantly through the shallow pools. The trees are bowed outwards with the force of the powers that waged through the area, trunks shattered and torn, boughs hanging haphazardly or draped with the remnants of tents and equipment.

Perhaps all that can be said is that it gives the Voidtrecker Express a decidedly clear landing spot. The train snakes its way through the jungle, coming to a stop in a familiar, though now lopsided, coil around the clearing, and opening its doors to allow injured to be carried on, or anyone from the train to disembark.

It’s clear that there are indeed people aboard - as the doors hiss open, activity is already visible inside, as well as voices audibly going back and forth over the tinny speakers of the ICP.

Now that the saboteurs are dealt with, the final repairs can be made to the damaged stations and the shields locked into place. By the time they are done, nothing and no one will be able to enter the planet - from space, anyway.

The train will remain in the clearing through the night of Imagination 12 and the morning of Imagination 13, until all the stations are prepared, the pandas returned to their rightful place and everyone has rejoined the train.

By midday of Imagination 13, the train is ready to leave. Everyone gets a message on their SCA to return to the train, if they haven’t already. Once all are onboard the doors shut and the train begins to snake through the jungle.

“Re-entering Voidspace in ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one.”

The train rattles and shakes as the greenery around them (and the purple of a few farewell pandas) fade into the colours of the void.

Comments

Re: Cleaning the aftermath

[light_of_willpower]

"I'm kind of used to that." Trunks said, with some hints of bitter sadness. "Kind of wish I wasn't. At least there are no..." No bodies, although he'd stopped himself from saying so. Kicking a piece of robot debris aside in annoyance as well as clearing the path.

Re: Cleaning the aftermath

[laurefindil]

"No permanent deaths," Glorfindel finished for him. "At least on our side. It...would have been better if they had been willing to surrender, but some humans are too caught intheir own worldview and cannot accept defeat." He sighed heavily himself. He'd been in far too many wars over the millenia, himself.

Re: Cleaning the aftermath

[light_of_willpower]

"You're too right, and I wish you weren't. Even though I'm not afraid to kill when it's necessary." Trunks murmured. "I should've been faster to get there."