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middleofsomewhere2022-10-17 04:55 am
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Fighting Headstrong in our Final Hour:Conclusion
Music plays, voices sing, barriers form, attacks spring from every direction as the voidtreckers make their final stand against the tendrils of the Void.
Voices of defiance rise up. Despite the despair projecting into them, they will not give up, they will not give in and fade from this void. Their words join their attacks as their blasts are concentrated towards the large creature made of void.
The world explodes, colours blinding them for a moment and it feels they are falling, but not down. Not to that endless nothing that lies off the platform, but up, through the void.
They are still connected and they can draw strength from each other as they tumble, through and through before landing with a crash.
A Heroes Return The train returns them to the Voidbase, it is not a very long journey. The train is very cramped, the Voidtreckers, the Voidtreckers of old, brought through to the present and the scientists who act now as medics and try and encourage everyone to rest.
They don't push too hard, they have known the Voidtreckers for a few months now, they know how stubborn they are.
They enter the voidbase, waiting as usual until it is safe to open the doors. More scientists are waiting there, the atmosphere one of excitement and awe. Anan paces worriedly and the moment the doors open she rushes over, Chiff beeping anxiously as they check among the Voidtreckers, not bothering to hide the worry on their face.
The head scientist Till is there as well and she draws everyone's attention for a moment.
"Congratulations Voidtreckers and our greatest thanks. I know you must be exhausted and that... something happened there at the end." She doesn't seem like she knows what that is, but she is assuming it was bad. "The mission was a success, the void rift has been closed, the paradox has been repaired and the shapes imprisoned on Chaos' world. We have scientists there to ascertain they cannot escape and to aid Chaos in any way they need." Her voice was slightly wry, it seemed Chaos had been very... vocal with their demands.
"Voidtrecker Express." Her eyes move, from the people to the train itself. "On behalf of the ministry. We are deeply sorry for all that you have gone through. We remember now. Your service to the void has been ever strong." Near the doors of the train stood the Voidtreckers of old, looking confused still and exhausted.
"We encourage you all to rest, if anyone needs medical aid please report to the infirmary. If anyone needs to keep busy we are expecting a large influx of refugees, from those who were not on system #1015 when it was destroyed."
Those who had once been wiped out by time itself, written back into the void. "There are many rooms to prepare."
Work to Be Done No one is forced to work. But for those who need to do something there is a lot of work to be done in the civilian quarters, rooms to be prepared, beds to be made, clothes and food to be ready to be distributed.
Ministry workers have been sent out to gather anyone registered to system #1015 who now found themselves with no where to go. The offer was given to them as it was to those of Osiga, they could be tethered to this base. Some would be tethered and go off travelling again, others remained, seeking comfort with others.
There is other work as well, for those wanting to stay in the scientist quarter of the void base. Now that the immediate problems of world eating shapes has been dealt with the scientists are working round the clock to figure out how to finally free the new Voidtreckers from their service to the train. Anyone who wishes to help with the experiments can do.
Of course for those that do not wish to work there are all the usual enemities of the Void Base to enjoy.
A Feast
A few days after their return it is announced there will be a feast day, for the whole void base. The suggestion came from the previous Voidtreckers and those of system #1015. A wish to thank those who had saved them, to mourn their loss and look to the future.
The base is a flurry of preparation. Truthfully there are a number of feasts, the void base had no space large enough to hold everyone on it. But the Voidtreckers are invited to feast with the ministry, the scientists and the previous Voidtreckers.
It is an occasion of both sadness and joy, music plays and those guests who had talent (and some who didn't) were encouraged to play or sing. Stories were told, the food was plentiful and the drink similarly so- there were even fancy non alcoholic drinks for the children and non-drinkers, with flavours that exploded in the mouth.
A time to celebrate and remember. A time to dance, sing, tell a story of heroics or just sit quietly with friends and be glad that they had survived.
Voices of defiance rise up. Despite the despair projecting into them, they will not give up, they will not give in and fade from this void. Their words join their attacks as their blasts are concentrated towards the large creature made of void.
The world explodes, colours blinding them for a moment and it feels they are falling, but not down. Not to that endless nothing that lies off the platform, but up, through the void.
They are still connected and they can draw strength from each other as they tumble, through and through before landing with a crash.
A BATTLE WON
Once More for Old Time Sake
It is probably a familiar feeling, as their senses come back to them. The whole train, crammed and sprawled in the luggage carriage, a tangle of limbs.
Injured perhaps but all accounted for, even if it might take a little while to ascertain that in the chaos. Over the speakers comes a very familiar voice, that of the Voidtrecker Express.
Thank you, my Voidtreckers.
A Heroes Return The train returns them to the Voidbase, it is not a very long journey. The train is very cramped, the Voidtreckers, the Voidtreckers of old, brought through to the present and the scientists who act now as medics and try and encourage everyone to rest.
They don't push too hard, they have known the Voidtreckers for a few months now, they know how stubborn they are.
They enter the voidbase, waiting as usual until it is safe to open the doors. More scientists are waiting there, the atmosphere one of excitement and awe. Anan paces worriedly and the moment the doors open she rushes over, Chiff beeping anxiously as they check among the Voidtreckers, not bothering to hide the worry on their face.
The head scientist Till is there as well and she draws everyone's attention for a moment.
"Congratulations Voidtreckers and our greatest thanks. I know you must be exhausted and that... something happened there at the end." She doesn't seem like she knows what that is, but she is assuming it was bad. "The mission was a success, the void rift has been closed, the paradox has been repaired and the shapes imprisoned on Chaos' world. We have scientists there to ascertain they cannot escape and to aid Chaos in any way they need." Her voice was slightly wry, it seemed Chaos had been very... vocal with their demands.
"Voidtrecker Express." Her eyes move, from the people to the train itself. "On behalf of the ministry. We are deeply sorry for all that you have gone through. We remember now. Your service to the void has been ever strong." Near the doors of the train stood the Voidtreckers of old, looking confused still and exhausted.
"We encourage you all to rest, if anyone needs medical aid please report to the infirmary. If anyone needs to keep busy we are expecting a large influx of refugees, from those who were not on system #1015 when it was destroyed."
Those who had once been wiped out by time itself, written back into the void. "There are many rooms to prepare."
Work to Be Done No one is forced to work. But for those who need to do something there is a lot of work to be done in the civilian quarters, rooms to be prepared, beds to be made, clothes and food to be ready to be distributed.Ministry workers have been sent out to gather anyone registered to system #1015 who now found themselves with no where to go. The offer was given to them as it was to those of Osiga, they could be tethered to this base. Some would be tethered and go off travelling again, others remained, seeking comfort with others.
There is other work as well, for those wanting to stay in the scientist quarter of the void base. Now that the immediate problems of world eating shapes has been dealt with the scientists are working round the clock to figure out how to finally free the new Voidtreckers from their service to the train. Anyone who wishes to help with the experiments can do.
Of course for those that do not wish to work there are all the usual enemities of the Void Base to enjoy.
A Feast
A few days after their return it is announced there will be a feast day, for the whole void base. The suggestion came from the previous Voidtreckers and those of system #1015. A wish to thank those who had saved them, to mourn their loss and look to the future.
The base is a flurry of preparation. Truthfully there are a number of feasts, the void base had no space large enough to hold everyone on it. But the Voidtreckers are invited to feast with the ministry, the scientists and the previous Voidtreckers.
It is an occasion of both sadness and joy, music plays and those guests who had talent (and some who didn't) were encouraged to play or sing. Stories were told, the food was plentiful and the drink similarly so- there were even fancy non alcoholic drinks for the children and non-drinkers, with flavours that exploded in the mouth.
A time to celebrate and remember. A time to dance, sing, tell a story of heroics or just sit quietly with friends and be glad that they had survived.
it's called a broken back
All Washington gets at first is another 'ugghhhh' from Idia, seeming like he's either unwilling, or unable to get up. Having a cat on his back may have something to do with that. Also landing face first on the ground. After a few moments thought, "I'm fine..."
It sounds like he's confirming he's ok, but Idia continues, "I'm fine. It's fine. It's fine. I'm cool. I'm fine." It becoming clear this wasn't being said to Washington or Athena, but was a mantra Idia had as he smoothed a hand up over his hair, the orange changing into blue with the motion and traveling down the rest of it until it's back to it's normal color.
Still on the ground though. Since Athena is still there. "...can I get up, Athena?" Please let him go.
eh, walk it off
Wash raises an eyebrow but says nothing as the mantra continues. The color change hadn't been too weird - he's been hanging around with Vegeta long enough to know that some people just do that around here - but the swearing and sprinting was definitely cause for concern, and this...well, he can recognize coping strategies for panic attacks when he sees them. He certainly has a few of his own.
Athena tackling Idia and keeping him in full view of everyone passing by probably hasn't helped with any of this, huh.
She meows when addressed - fine, but only if you behave! - and hops off. Wash watches her stand aside, then turns his attention back to Idia, hand still offered. "Seriously, let's get you upstairs. I don't think anyone else is up there."
no subject
But he also doesn't want Athena to attack him again. It's not like he can fight back! She's a cat! He wouldn't dare.
Tilting his head enough to look at that hand, Idia debates if to take the offer or not. He... really doesn't want to, also doesn't fully trust it 100%. It's not a case of not trusting Washington, it's a case of not trusting anyone. But... ehhh, yeah, sure, fine, this time, Idia taking it as he managed to get his legs back under him. "Yeah, I guess." Hmmm, "I should check some stuff." A wave of his hand to his computer to unmute it again, only for it to start beeping away again at him. "Shut up, it's a soft limiter, not the main one, I'm fine." But... still worth checking on some stuff...