Excerpt 010: Hero's Return
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rekindledtitanLOCATION: Earth, The Last City
PARTIES: Five[5]. One [1] Ghost-type, [1] Guardian-type, designate Blaze-37, Titan-Class
rekindledtitan , One [1] Unconfirmed, designate Rogers, Steve juststeverogers , One [1] Asgardian, designate Odinson, Thor pirateangelbaby, One [1] Guardian-type, designate Ming, Jie, Titan-ClassASSOCIATIONS: Multiversal Nexus; Infinity War; Blaze-37; Asgard; Rogers, Steve; Odinson, Thor; Stormbreaker; Mjolnir;
She said they were coming straight there, but you can't teleport straight into the City. There's protection in place against ships warping in overhead, protection that they've found out extends to PINpoints. That, and the quarantine protocols in place concerning the Nexus. All it means is that they have to PIN into Blaze's tiny ship before they drop out of orbit. Ghost's at the controls as soon as they materialize. There's just enough space in the cabin to lay Steve out on a fold-out workbench and fit his friends too. Blaze mutters something to herself about needing a bigger ship as she slides into the pilot's chair.
There's not much to see, at first. It's just Earth, and they're dropping toward the night side. In fact, there's nothing to see. No glittering constellations of light from below; no cities and spiderwebbed roads blazing through the small hours. This is a hushed world, an Earth far removed from the one they've just left. And yet, Blaze keys the comms and informs Tower control they're coming in with a guest and someone replies with landing protocols, so clearly there is life here. Somewhere beneath the clouds ahead, as they drop into atmosphere with a jolt and a rumble of building resistance against the hull. Nothing to worry about. The little jumpship is rough and sparse, but it's sturdy, and the inertial sinks keep the turbulence to a mere tremble of deckplates under their feet.
Even while the clouds ahead get denser and more ominous. Thor will feel the approaching storms in a way even the Striker in the pilot's chair cannot. Feel, perhaps, something beyond them, quiet but vast. For Blaze, though, the buffeting of their ship and the lightning flash that illuminates the cabin are as good as a welcome home. There are glimpses of the snowy peaks below, a steep wall of ice and snow to match the swirling barrier above. She keeps a hand on the controls and urges them through the tempest. Into the sudden silence and the clear air of their destination. Ahead of them-
It looks like a moon, miles across, its smooth silver-white surface glowing softly. Its pale light can almost be felt, subtly, the influence of a power great and gentle- and dormant, for now. It hangs suspended within the eye of the storm system, poised between the mountains. In the valley beneath lies a city, glittering with life, towers rising up as if to touch the silent orb above. They'll have time for a glimpse, but they're dipping down, heading over urban sprawl and farmlands, to the massive city wall.
Don't let this be for nothing.
