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February 27, 2011 04:15AM
2ECaptain277: …*Hovering in the cold vacuum of space, the Seal of Metatron idled in high orbit over the ill-fated planet which it had guarded for something close to two decades. In the dead silence of the void, the planet’s death throes could only be seen, revealing only a fraction of the majesty and raw power being unleashed on the planet’s surface. Lacardis had long since been consumed, buried beneath molten oceans possessed with titanic fury. The massive landmass had wasted away into nothing, its boundaries destroyed in body where they had already been destroyed in spirit; the destruction of the continent was little more than a formality, an act of recognition that the realm had been reduced to only a fraction of its former glory. The indignity suffered by Lacardis and its people would be cleansed in fire. Even now, the last vestiges of the once proud country were visible; a spider’s web of brilliant orange lines and slate gray stone. The vast ash plumes had already begun choking the atmosphere, only allowing fleeting glimpses at the roiling chaos below. The observation deck of the Seal of Metatron had been positioned specifically to view the death of Lacardis, and in spite of the ship’s unnatural pitch, the artificial gravity on board ensured a stable viewing platform. The deck was virtually empty. Where it had once been filled by off-duty workers who had come to relax and ponder the nature of the galaxy, it now presented little more than a microcosm of the scene unfolding below. Just as there were no stars to be seen in the black velvet expanse of space, every light on the deck had been extinguished. Just as the other ships in Captain’s fleet had pulled away from High Orbit to a more stable location, the furniture and decorations had been removed hastily, leaving a tangible sense of emptiness and solemnity. Just as the planet below shifted and burned with an intense, unquenchable fire, wreathed in doubt and sorrow, so too stood Charlotte upon the deck, alone and adrift as her home burned away below her, separated by miles of space and several feet of reinforced glass. The world was on fire, and only she stood to watch it waste away.*
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CharlotteCarrendar: -Upon the observation deck of the Seal of Metatron, the shadow of the young Bebilth can be seen standing all alone, as far beneath her, her home planet was in the grips of its final hours. Her beloved Lacardis was no longer able to be seen, having long since been consumed, by the tsunami’s caused by volcanic eruptions. Everything she had ever come to know and love, was nothing more than a memory. In her hand, she gripped the tattered and battle worn Cap plushie, its string broken, it no longer said that silly word. Even if she could pull the string, nothing could fill the void in her heart. Yes, the people of Lacardis had been saved from the destruction of their world, but where was she to lead them too? Charlotte couldn’t help the many tears she cried, as they ran down her face, her red eyes swollen, and she sniffed, reaching in her pocket for a linen hankerchief, that belonged to her uncle Sebastian. The monogramed S, her only token of the mad fop. She wiped her nose, and then placed her hand up to the glass, as her world turned to a fiery hell, to which she would never return-
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Captain277: …*Several dozen meters away from Charlotte, on the opposite side of the room, one of the access panels, which had been sealed to give Charlotte some privacy, slid back into it alcove with a subdued hiss. Not even the sudden exclamation could break the entrancing effect of the cataclysmic event below, and if it had opened of its own accord, it might have gone unnoticed. Such an outcome was not to be, however. Striding quietly through the open frame, he advanced slowly, out of respect. The hiss of the door sealing shut as he crossed its firmament was lost underneath the rhythmic whine of assisting servos and hydraulic pumps. The metal plating clattered faintly with each footfall, adamantine feet clicking against smooth sheets of obsidian. He strode forwards with purpose, his sudden appearance filling the room with a tangible sense of presence. The volcanic light of the distant eruptions played with the nimbus around his head, creating a flickering wreath of emptiness, distorting his already indistinct outlines. Drawing up beside the young Beblith, dwarfing her in both stature and aura, Captain stared down at Lacardis wordlessly. The firelight played over his visor, obscuring his eyes and rendering his form into little more than a blank slate. His vox-comm crackled for a slight second, the harsh burst of static disrupting the tragic reverence which had possessed the deck. Without looking at her, he addressed Charlotte with an almost casual tone.* You could almost say it was beautiful.
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CharlotteCarrendar: -Without turning her head, her hand slowly slid down the glass, as the Captain’s words rang true. If it had been any other planet, it would be marveled  a thing of magnificence, and beauty. The constant eruptions, colouring the surface of the fated planet, in brilliant hues of reds, orange and gold, set in amongest the black decay of what was once lush and green. She heaved a heavy sigh, and toyed with the doll in her hands, feeling somewhat small, in this. Having never known her mother, and only heard the praise and words of those close to her, she could imagine that if her Mother, Lorelei was beside them, how it would have broken her heart to watch her world die. “Perhaps its best Momma never lived to see this day….*she turned her tear streaked face up towards his*….and like her, Lacardis is no more.”- She turned back as the planet was growing darker, almost like it was getting smaller. In a soft voice, she whispered- “What is to become of us?”
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Captain277: You never knew your mother. *Captain shifted his weight, as if he were trying to decide exactly how to proceed. A harsh rumble issued forth from his vox-grille as he cleared his throat and continued his speech.* She was one of a kind, kid. There’s no other way I could really describe her to you. She was wonderful, to the people, to her friends…to me. Someone as rare as your mother comes only once every few generations. She was worth fighting for, or rather, worth fighting alongside. She was worth killing for. She was worth this. *Captain paused for a moment, and gestured out towards the planet below.* I made it for her. I don’t know if she ever knew, truly. There was much about Lacardis that she never discovered, not that it mattered to her. Whether she knew everything about it or not, she loved the nation and its people. She was devoted to them heart and soul, to the point that she lost her life defending them. This planet was hers, but she is no longer here, and now the old world is passing away, melting and scouring itself clean. It no longer belongs to Lorelei. Instead, it belongs to you. You and all of the others who will find shelter upon its surface. This is my gift to you, Charlotte, mine and Lore’s gift. The Second Era is beginning, and the firmament will soon be reestablished. This is my legacy. It’s your mother’s legacy. You have inherited the new world, daughter. We’re both proud of you.
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CharlotteCarrendar: -Charlotte’s bottom lip quivered as she listened to the Captain, speak of her mother in this way. All through her childhood, her rash teenage years of rebellion, she fought againest the image, the shadow that was her mother, something she truly did not understand. Aunty Roze had spoken so much of Lore and what Lacardis meant to her and others. It was now, in its final hours, that Charlotte truly understood just how much it all meant. She felt the emotion pour out of her, and before she could stop herself, she wrapped her small arms around the giant Captain, and hugged him- “Thank you…my Captain”- His words gave her hope, that this was not the end, but only the beginning. There would be nothing more to fear, for her life had just begun-
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Captain277: …*In a rare display of something dangerously close to humanity, Captain wrapped his arms around the young woman, embracing her as something akin to pride rose in his chest. Glancing out at the surface of the planet, knowing what was about to occur before he even opened his eyes to check, Captain gently broke away from the embrace.* Watch now, Charlotte. You are about to witness something that not even your mother did. *Turning to face the viewport as he spoke, Captain’s statement was punctuated by the sudden cessation of the chaos below. The long streams of magma, so thick they were visible from space, closed up abruptly, sealed off as if the tectonic plates were joining together once again, being knit to one another by invisible hands. The churning malestrom that had once been a globe-spanning ocean was immediately reduced to a placid sheen of dark, murky water, creating the impression of a round, cerulean orb hanging upon nothing. Out in the distance, a small speck of white light suddenly appeared; infinitesimally dim, yet brilliant against the black backdrop. Spreading outwards like a plague, more and more motes of white light began to appear; all at once, the stars had come back on. The smooth blues of the planet’s surface shifted and roared violently again as the crust of the planet began to reform. The peaks of vast mountain ranges erupted from beneath the water’s edge, sailing into the air with considerable speed, revealing the titanic forces at work below the surface of the world. Entire continents rose from beneath the oceans; children rising from the ashes of a single phoenix. Plumes of mist and ocean spray were kicked up into the air as great geysers of steam and ash vented the enormous amount of pressure that had built up underneath the crust. As the vast sheets of stone and water began to settle into place, an impossibly brilliant explosion of light bloomed on the other side of the planet. The entirety of the orb was bathed in pure, white light as the sun ignited far away on the other side of the world. The glorious rays of energy illuminated the observation deck, even though the planet eclipsed the birth of the star, almost blinding in its radiance and intensity. The advent of the sun hit the Seal of Metatron’s observation deck with an unnatural force, soaring through the window with all the force of a wave of water, its intangible majesty threatening to knock back both Charlotte and Captain through virtue of its sheer brilliance. Raising one of his metal-encased arms to shield his eyes, the polarized eye-slit not reacting in time to effectively dispel the consuming nature of the star’s birth, Captain blinked the sudden blindness away before returning to his original stance. Nodding quietly to himself as the all-consuming light faded to more acceptable levels, Captain looked down at Charlotte, his grin more of a feeling than a visual cue.* The sun is rising on your world. Soon you and the Lacardian refugees will be free to land upon its surface. The honor of first contact belongs to you. Before you may land though, I must move across the waters, and see that it is good.

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CharlotteCarrendar : -Charlotte closed her eyes, as the Captain returned the hug, and together they shared a simple yet poignant moment. A bond between the two, that would never be broken. It was as the Captain broke the embrace, he instructed her to look at the dying planet below. She opened her eyes, and gazed out the window, expecting to see the planet had all but imploded upon itself. But this was not the case. She was about to witness, the event that that took her breath away. It was like someone had flicked a switch, as all the streams of magma were sealed over, the world, was repairing itself- “What the…”-the words slipped from her lips, before she could think. The moon, the stars, all of which had vanished into the inky blackness, were all again shining brightly. She would take a few short breaths, and then placed both hands up to the glass. Whole continents were rising out of the oceans, moutains, steam and ash, and then the oceans of blue. She quickly shot the Captain a look, her face bathed in the glow as the sudden explosion of white light would radiate off her. “Oh…my…god” -The sun…exploding to life. This was it, the second Era. “I …can’t believe it”-she stuttered. But it was true….the planet was being reborn, reshaped, and the lacardian survivors would have a place to call home. She gripped the doll as it was pressed to the glass…and it suddenly let out a strange sound…. /fantastic