[20:17] <Endlos> <In the depthes of space, a handful of wrecks drift. Fighter craft, torn to pieces by an unseen foe, their pilots now well beyond any possible human contact...>

[20:18] <Endlos> <A wavering shape, like faint ripples in a quiet pond, drifts along the tempered star scape. In is sights, lay a single object... a colony.>

[20:20] <Endlos> <Quiet... almost serene... it lies still. The shape seems to waver, a hint of compassion cross its shadowy visage. Spare them... don't make many pay for the crimes of so few... but no. Necessity... survival, they both beckon.>

[20:21] <Endlos> <Perhaps in a distant time and place, this would not have to be... how we all dream of paradise... >

[20:23] <Endlos> <The shape hurtles towards the colony... still unseen, unknown, unsuspected. The colony, an installation built around both the Colony Alliance's military and arms trade, continues to bustle with activity. So helpless... so innocent. Pity...>

[20:25] <Endlos> <And then it starts. Without word, rhyme, or reason, the figure leaps high, carrying over the first traces of fire targeting it. As it reaches the apex of its climb, it dives downward, and cuts into the armored hull, effortlessly.>

[20:26] <Endlos> <Alarms and klaxons blare, signals racing across the colony in seconds. In a military operations center, panic reigns on high.> [Tech] "What hit us?! Was it a missile?!" 

[20:27] <Endlos> [Officer] "Breach! We've got an opening in the containment lockers! Factory level! Dear god..." 

[20:28] <Endlos> <The mobile suit factory, the storage sight for the colony's growing arsenal, a hidden cache of mobile suits, weapons, power cores... explosives. In seconds, the area is eclipsed in a firestorm.>

[20:30] <Endlos> [MS pilot 1] < A colonial Grenadier leads two Solidati's into the chamber, all three raising large cannons.> "Holy sh... Alright, form up! We've got an intruder.

[20:32] <Endlos> <A shape wavers amongst the flames, and then something stirs. As debris is lifted, a large, complex-looking cannon is lifted, apparently on its own. As the blaze whips across the weapon, the etheral-like form of its wielder is revealed.> [Grenadier pilot] "Aw... no! 

[20:33] <Endlos> <The cannon fires, and a concussive shell launchs, breaking apart at mid range, and peppering the three mobile suits with explosive shells. More explosions... more destruction... it's all the same...>

[20:33] <Endlos> <Three more deaths. Immaterial. Sacrifices are necessary, sometimes...>

[20:36] <Endlos> <With a calm calculation and abandoned compassion, the shape comes into full form. The streamline white figure, its straight, silver wings snapped back, walks over the wreckage. Pausing, it levels a free hand at the remains of the Grenadier. Silvery tendrils lash out, and then retrack, renewing the perfection. Nothing of use left.>

[20:38] <Endlos> <The leaping suit clasps its heat sword in both hands, and swings it down in a straight cut. The figure, off guard, hurtles back. A white line forms along its white armor, and drops of silver float away, lost in the zero gravity.>

[20:39] <Endlos> <The figure clasps its wound, and the tear blisters over as it applies the heat of the flames. That one will cost the Dragoon... it draws its beam blade, and drops the cannon.>

[20:37] <Endlos> <A fourth shape bursts out of the floor behind it, a Dragoon, using the tunnel decks below... how shrewd.> [Dragoon pilot] "You monster!"

[20:41] <Endlos> <The Dragoon draws the blade back around, and whirls it forward, somewhat confident now. In reply, the figure lets itself sink back into the obscurity of its transparent field.>

[20:42] <Endlos> [Dragoon pilot] "Crap... it cloa...!" <There is a low moan, and the left leg of the Dragoon drops away, followed by its whole body.>

[20:43] <Endlos> <The white figure reappears, and looms over the cockpit, filling the sensor camera... blade poised.> [Dragoon pilot] "No..." <his life, family... everything flashes before him...>

[20:44] <Endlos> <Time seems to stop... the consequence of such "final" moments... but then...> <"Life is wasted on the living."> <The figure, after snatching up a cargo pod, steps away.>

[20:44] <Endlos> <In moments, the Dragoon pilot is alone... sobbing with relief, and silent thanks... his comrades wrench open the hatch, and begin to douse the flames.>

[20:45] <Sean_Carver> <Curtain closes... for the time being.>

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