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As the Cycle nears its end

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Veldanya Venalla:
As the woman watches over the workers going about their somber business her body suddenly tenses up before she slowly looks behind her.

"No...it can't be...."

In the distance is a veritable wall of snow, slowly moving towards her direction.  Without further hesitation she places a finger against her ear, activating a headset.

"Incoming frost surge!  Get inside and get those heaters burning NOW!"

Down at the work sight the people can be seen stopping whatever they are doing and scrambling into one of the buildings.  Inside they dash through hallways into the room furthest from the incoming storm.  A few lug along large metal boxes which they hurriedly place around the room and hit a few buttons.  Vents spring open as elements whithin flash and begin to glow bright orange.  Seconds later waves of heat surge from the boxes, almost turning the room into something akin to a sauna.  Frost clinging to the walls liquifies and turns to steam even as the people huddle amongst the heaters and hold on to each other.  A few soft sobs can be heard amongst the group as they seemingly seem to await what is to come.

Meanwhile, the woman outside began sprinting towards the site the moment after she sent the message.  Reaching the area in front of the building with the covered corpses lined up she throws her arms out wide.  A translucent bubble manifests around the area, covering the building the people are currently hiding in.  Turning she faces the incoming storm as she seems to brace herself.  The wall of snow and ice finally reaches the area, slamming into the bubble and causing the woman to visibly stumble back as the bubble briefly shimmers as the storm continues onward, enveloping the entire area....save for what is protected by the bubble.  The vehicles that were too far from the building are instantly covered in a layer of ice and even within the bubble the temperature noticeably drops.  The woman grunts as she seems to struggle to hold  back the storm.'

"N...no...I must not....fail."

Within the building the workers continue to huddle and hold on to each other.  The heaters thrum deeply as they pump waves of heat into the area.  Then, the engines within the boxes rev loudly as the sensors within detect the temperature dropping, the devices working even harder to try and maintain appropriate heat levels.  Even as the machines rev and groan with effort, the walls of the room seem to almost crystallize as the storm seems to seep further into the room.  As seconds tick by the crystallization seems to ever so slowly creep closer to the workers.  Some of them notice this and the group shifts as they work to try to huddle even closer to the center of the area between the heaters. 

The woman outside continues her struggle to seemingly hold back the frost surge.  Her arms quiver and shake as she fights against unseen forces.  THe bubble shimmers and pulses as the surge slams against it.  A moment later an audible cracking sound is heard as a visible jagged line appears on the bubble.

"N...no.  Please no...."

The woman gazes up at the crack even as she falls to one knee, still pushing against the outside forces.

Inside the room the crystallization continues it slow "march" closer to the huddled workers.  Soon, the frost is meer inches from the heaters.   Smoke begins to seep from within the heaters as the devices are pushed beyond their mechanical limits as they try to hold back the cold.

Another crack manifests on the bubble, and then another.  Each time the womans eyes gaze at the most recent visible sign of weakness.

"P..please no.  N...not this way.  Not now..."

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"Sir,  at this point no more shuttles can safely leave the area without freezing from the storm.  As of now....we are trapped."

A stout man, clad in regalia befitting royalty nods and turns towards the speaker.

"Very well Major.  Thank you for the information.  Please, see to your concerns at this point."

The Major salutes but remains where he is.

"Thank you my King, but my...concerns have already safely evacuated off the planet.  I therefore choose to remain here."

The King pauses at the words and then nods.

"So be it...and thank you."

He then turns to another figure nearby.

"My daughter...you must leave now.  The surge will reach here soon and then...it will be too late."

The figure turns to the King. [It is "the woman"]

"No.  I can't leave you."

The King moves towards her briskly, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"You must.  We both know what is going to happen here soon.  Our people shall survive, but they will need leaders to help them.  Many have either already fallen to the frost...or have chosen to remain here to give their evac places to others.  While many have chosen to sacrifice themselves for the people...others have chosen the opposite.  You must be there to protect our people from those who would use all of this to gain power for their own ends."

The woman places a hand on top of the one resting on her shoulder.

"Then you should go.  You are already their King."

The King gazes down at the floor as he pulls his hand back.

"No.  I am growing old.  Even if all of this had not happened...my rule is waning.  You however...you have many years still ahead of you.  Besides, we both know that something has happened to you recently.  That stone you found has changed you....empowered you in ways we can not even fully understand yet.  No...my time is at an end and you MUST carry on."

"I dont wan't to leave you Father....I....."

He places a single finger against her lips, silencing her words.

"I know.  I don't want to see you leave.  There is no choice though now.  The transporter can only send one person.  Use it...please.  There is no more time."

She gazes up at the King, tears welling in her eyes before suddenly dashing forward and wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, sobbing into his chest.  He softly places a hand on her back and pats softly.

"You must be strong my beautiful Snowflake.  Our people will need you."

After a brief moment she finally releases her grip and steps back.  The King smiles down at her and brushes a tear off her cheek with his thumb.

"I know you will take good care of them.  All that I ask is...that should you some day find those responsible for this...that you grant justice for our people."

She smiles up at the King as she places her hand over his as it brushes along her cheek.

"I promise you Father.  I will find them...and justice will be granted for our people."

"Thank you my daughter.  I am so proud of you...and I love you.  Never forget that.  Now please...go.  There is no more time."

With one last glance she turns and dashes away.  As soon as she is out of the area the King turns and walks over to a large throne and sits down in it, the Major moving to stand next to him as they face towards the doorway of the chamber.  A moment later the King finally speaks

"Farewell my friend.  We shall meet again, beyond the rim."

The Major nods.

"Of course my King.  It has been an honor to serve you."

Even as they speak the area before them suddenly begins to crystallize, the effect rushing towards them.  Just as the Major finishes speaking the crystallization reaches them.  In a flash both of them freeze over.

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The woman is almost down on her knees as the bubble cracks and shimmers under the strain against it. 

You have failed us!  We shall never see justice now!  You have let us all down!

"I....I'm sorry.  I....I tried...."

Then, with a final whimper of effort....the bubble fails.  The frost surges through the area.  After a while the storm passes on.  Within the building the room where the workers huddled is completely frosted over.  Their bodies are huddled in the center, the heaters now looking more like ice cubes.  Out in front of the building a single frosted-over figure kneels, her gaze looking up towards the sky in a mixture of sadness and fear.

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"NOOOOOO!!"

The woman sits straight up.  Her eyes are wide, filled with panic and terror as her entire body shakes and shivers.  She looks around the room, realizing after a few moments where she is and that it was all just a dream.  She works to steady her erratic breathing, gripping the edges of her bed tightly.

"Gorram it all."

With an exasperated sigh she swings her legs over the edge of the bed and stands up.  Reaching out she lifts a robe from a nearby hook.  She slips it around her, the fabric shimmering and flowing around her curves even as she moves towards the ladder leading out of her room.  Climbing up she reaches what looks to be the hallway of a ship.  Turning to her right she heads towards and up some stairs and into what seems to be the bridge of a space ship.  Numerous monitors and assorted equipment line the walls, with two stations in the center of the room looking to be where the pilots would sit, one of the seats is currently occupied.  She continues to move forward until she is standing next to the pilot station and gazes out the large viewport.  Without averting her gaze she finally speaks.

"Please, leave me."

The figure nods and exits the room.  She moves over and sits down in the seat.  She raises a hand and with a simple gesture a bottle suddenly appears in her grasp.  It is a large glass bottle containing a semi-translucent blue liquid with a label on the front bearing a large snowflake and the word "Frostbolt" on the front.  With a gesture of her other hand she manifests a shot glass.  Filling it with the blue liquid she sets the bottle down on the console as she takes a deep breath.  Her gaze remains focused outside the viewport as she continues holding the filled shotglass.  Off to her side a ghostly figure winks into existance. 

"It was that bad?"

"They always are.  Though yes...this time was a particularly bad one.  It was a nightmare...within a nightmare.  My final moments with my father, and then a frost surge killing me and others."

She downs the shot and refills the glass.

"I miss him so much."

"From what you have told me, you had no real choice to do anything else."

The woman downs the second shot and places the empty glass next to the  bottle.

"That might be true...but it doesn't do much to ease the pain.  No...only justice for him and the rest of my people might ever truly end it.  Justice WILL be theirs some day.  I promised him that...and I intend to keep that promise."

 

Veldanya Venalla:
The woman continues to gaze out the ships front viewports as she rolls the empty shotglass between the fingers of her right hand.

Still deep in thou...

The woman suddenly raises her other hand as if to silence the voice.

"Quiet.  Leave me to my own thoughts."

Certainly....you know where to find me.

She can feel as the voice seems to withdraw on itself until she knows that she is truly "alone".  Placing the glass down on the console she leans back in the chair and places a hand to her chin.

"Father.  Why must it be this way?  Everything was so right....so....perfect back then.  If only that accursed meteor hadn't shown up.  Now.....now we struggle to even make it through to the next day at times.  What future is there in that?"

Her eyes close as she recalls a distant memory.  The voice is of her father, haunting and almost ghostly.

Remember this my daughter.  No monarchs rule is without trouble and strife.  At one point or another you may face seemingly unbeatable troubles.  Never forget though...even when there is no future in sight...you must simply strive....to do the next right thing. It won't be easy or fast...but in the end...it is still the right thing to do."

Her eyes open once more as the faint shimmer of tears pool at the corner of her eyes.

"The next right thing.  Yes, that's it."

She gestures with her hands and a guitar manifests in her lap, seeming to be crafted entirely of ice.

"How I long for the nights where you sang this to me."

Her fingers begin to pluck and dance over the strings, which seem to bend and curve as a normal string would, as she softly begins to hum a tune.

NOTE:  Any posts prior to this line should not be considered "canon"

Veldanya Venalla:
A spaceship idly floats in the void of space framed by the outline of a planet.  The planet below is concealed in many areas by massive formations of dark clouds, lightning flashes visible within them as dangerous radiation storms pound the area beneath.  The land and sea that is visible looks just as twisted. Dark polluted water crashes upon blasted and turn landscapes.

Why do you insist on doing this to yourself?  The results are always the same

Within the floating vessel a lone figure stands on the command deck.  Piercing blue eyes gaze out through the front viewports down at the ruined planet below. A faint flicker seems to appear over the one eye before a slender arm raises up and seems to start taping and dragging invisible things around.  To the woman who bears the eyes though she sees many things displayed in front of her.  Readouts scrolling upwards as diagrams of the planet appear alongside it.  Her figure is covered, for the most part by a long black trenchcoat, though strange metallic looking armor is visible covering her chest, a pair of black pants over her legs and long, heeled boots covering her feet.

For many reasons.  Given time I still have some small faint hope that the effects of the Obliteration Event will diminish in time.  I know that even if that does happen, its quite likely that those who still manage to survive down there either will be gone, or even if some do still remain, if they will even be capable of rising above what they have become, but I still hope that I may some day be proven wrong.

She suddenly swipes an entire hand over the display and the images are swept away to nothing, leaving her gaze focused once more on the irradiated hellscape.

I also do this to remind myself why I do what I do.  The aimless, so far almost useless searching.  To remind myself...of those lost....stolen by someone or something not of this universe.

Her right hand clenches tightly as her face turns into a scowl for a moment

And to remind myself that I swore I would destroy them when I find them.

Do not forget that I require your assistance as well.  If we can find where I came from, I am sure I will be able to help you out much better then I can right now.

Yes, I know.  The strange winged warrior that invades my dreams that you are certain is somehow important to you.

She turns and moves over towards one of the pilots seats flanking her, her heels clicking softly against the metal flooring of the ship before she slips down into the chair.  Her fingers dance over the panels in front of her as the sound of the ships engine powering up.  A soft feminine sounding voice can suddenly be heard, as if coming from speakers somewhere

"Ah, so I take it we are headed out once more to see what we might find?"

The woman looks around her at the walls and ceiling and slightly smiles

"That would be correct.  Who knows, maybe this time we might actually find something important to our mission, and if not...."

"And if not, we will keep trying after that.  Im certainly not going anywhere and I know you have no desire to give up."

A soft chuckle resonates from the hidden speakers, the ship seeming to almost vibrate at the same time.  The woman smiles again and seems to give a slight shrug before hitting a few more buttons on the console and then sliding a hand over a crystal imbedded in the center.  Her eyes close for a moment as she seems to concentrate before a large Warp gate opens up in front of the ship.  As the vessels engine roars to life and it advances on the gate the woman leans back in her chair.

"You know me too well."

"And you wouldn't have it any other way."

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