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The Threads of Time

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Timed Explosions
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The sins of war and the indulgences of men escalated the pursuit of power to unfathomable levels, which bore a destructive and terrifying force upon the universe. The laws, the boundaries of power and physics had been tested and some even rewritten. It left worlds barren, it left entire species extinct..the last centuries had been robbed from men and put in the hands of brutal self-proclaimed gods who had little to no understanding of what they had committed. The vessels of the dead sunk long after their crews had fallen, and finally there was a point where it all just began to collapse - a string of dominoes, the ebbing tide of annihilation but the opportunity in which had been waited for.
On Chrystalia the radioactive winds carved the landscape at typhoon-like force, in the years since it's abandonment it had fallen into a cascading cycle, one that was unlike the others - the planet's processes had broken down and no longer struggled for it's survival. Molten cobalt spewed from gaping volcanoes which vomited the very heart of the planet onto it's surface. The magnetic forces within it's geothermal layers were undergoing transitional shifts, rapidly changing poles which was changing the very nature of the spinning orb left within the darkness. Shattering earthquakes sunk more and more of the upper crust towards the core and sent it spewing back to the surface, cohesion broke within a single moment and nuclear forces within the core reached a point of critical mass, the chain of events began upon the most basic of atomic scales, atoms began to split and shatter releasing energy in a torrent which only fed the deeper fusion reactions that had begun in the core.
In a single flux, the Chrystalis hidden at the planet's centre which had held Chrystalia together gave way and the forces which brewed within the heart of the war-torn planet finally brought it's end. Like marble, the planet seemed to implode upon it's self first and then in a single terrifying second it's entire form shattered outwards in one final explosion. Chunks of the planet tore through space at terrifying speeds even approaching the speed of light itself as it blew apart. Massive fused conglomerates of planetary matter collided into the other planets within the system, sending them too to their end. Encara, the inner-most planet, a dense heavy metallic planet shifted within it's orbit, sending it sinking into the corona of the yellow-vibrant sun. The reactions, the tidal waves of energy that tore through the system finally brought it's brilliant gem to darkness and it's molten stellar matter ejected within a series of circular rings which showered outwards from it's epicentre. Vaporizing and shifting the path of the other explosions into one massive outwards rippling torrent.
Battles had raged, heavy weapons brought great men to their knees and the wounds and gashes left in real-space bore open wounds to the lower depths of dimensional seas that existed within the great construct of the universe. Energies churned, diverted and bled beneath the landscape of creation's beauty. With every process of destruction there was an equal process for creation and energies. The wounded Temporal stream now unguarded, unhindered from being able to heal itself. The very blemishes to the universe itself were acting as the conduits to channel the energies. Battle torn systems where the damage to the space-time continuum were the worst became the epicentres for healing. Some worlds fell to the sacrifice, suns decayed and new stars were birthed within the rich gaseous nebulae that formed stellar nurseries. Time and space began to anneal, matter converted to energy and in some places back again. Renewal was possible without the volatile protomatter the Espras had intended to use after-all.
Accelerated and using the fuel created by the chain reactions the wave washed outwards, across even the vast emptiness between spirals. The wave developed a nature of its own. It was a matter of timing, a matter of coordination, the wave crossing designated points at the designated and precise moment required to develop the weave. The weaver, the Master working within the fields he had laid seed to throughout the war torn centuries. The image of Adrin hung within the hot pinkish blaze of Ari-874, the brilliant young star he had renamed 'Satrina-Jyhli' in honor of his bride to be. Over time, planning and careful placement he had prepared his domain for the day the Espra would be gone.
In a Whisper, I am Made Whole
Vᴀɴɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ﹣ Aʏᴇɴᴇᴇ Sʏsᴛᴇᴍ
Face to face, Nira and Noria sat. Nira gazed with narrowed eyes, an expression-less look had taken over as he had finally stopped struggling with the restraints. "You won't ever win, and if i deserve to be here with you...this is how it will be. I will hate you for the same eternity they will." his words carried absolution, and brought forth no response from Noria. He then spit towards her, spraying his saliva at her face. "Who is the Cli'cha, Noria?" he asked, it was then he felt it. It was as if the universe itself had decided to take a breath, and his eyes closed. She may of responded, he didn't know for sure. The sweet vibrations of the great symphony surged around him as he suddenly smiled widely and looked up towards the ceiling.
 
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It is Time to go Home
Mᴀsᴀʀᴜ ﹣ Hᴇʟʟᴇsᴘᴀᴡɴ Gᴀᴛᴇ

Tenshin grabbed the armrests of the command chair. The entire ship was shaking violently and they were still in darkness -caught within the tender moments as the power systems switched over from ther secondary to the primary systems as they had planned. The flickering blue blaze of the transit gate showed on the main projection creating lightning-like flashes within the dark interior of the bridge. "What the hell is going on?" he asked, it felt like they were coming apart.

Orinosuke could barely respond, she was moving as quickly as she could. "I don't know...some kind of spacial distortion..We can't seem to control the ship, we've done everything from full stop to full power but we are still moving forwards." she grabbed the edge of the console as the ship lurched. It knocked the wind right out of her which caused her to gasp loudly as she breathed. They were going faster and faster, the readings on the sensors were almost unbelievable as they appeared to even pass the 15LY/min maximum on the FTL drives.

The internal dampening fields on board the ship began to fail, their generators becoming overwhelmed with countering the stresses upon the speeding ship. The generators thankfully just remained operational enough to stop them from being crushed in their seats, pinned back in helpless positions, no more hands touched consoles and not another word was spoken. Head fixed in position Tenshin watched as Adrin rose from the floor, their doctors pinned in position with their mouths forced open almost in fortelling shock as Adrin stood all the way up, the flickering blaze of the GATE erupting behind him.

Bathed within the trans-dimensional lights, the very lanterns which shone the paths in the first voids of newborn space Adrin stood there, crystalline eyes ever brightening as he locked eyes with Tenshin. Like shattering phoenixes it was as if what was outside of the ship had penetrated, flooding upwards around the bare and exposed form of the Manifestient. Silence, an absolute quiet broke the shaking of the vessel it was as if everything had stopped. Adrin's head lowered, his platinum hair gleam like sharpened blades, the energies around his form condensed into a cloud that almost appeared to be liquid. Scupted muscular form heaved and flexed as his arms lifted and spread outwards, like a hung messiah he soaked within the clandestine rays of the Chrystalis. Timed, precisely right from the first insertion of suggestion - returning to the GATE, all orchestrated and all executed with the perfection of Eitan efficiency and strategy.

The Masaru began to come apart, the vessel's hull peeled away layer by layer and still it was silent. Adrin's form hung just above the floor, drifting up and down within the same pattern. He had not moved, ice crystals flooded the air with each exhale. His head lifted ever so slightly, gaze focusing back on Tenshin. The corners of his lips turned upwards as the tainted fading of age drained from the eternal form. He mouthed the words he had spoken so many years before, the same words which had been repeated over and over by Koshiro. "Forever Forwards." It was the only sound, the only words as the tempest of Chrystalia's destruction washed through the Hellespawn gate.

"My father...he was the anomaly..." the words of Airwin echoed through Tenshin's mind.
 
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