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[Tellemurius]

(( NO, Arek is in the ark, remind me to get you a netbook for your birthday >.>))

[The Merchant Of Menace]

((Two minutes ago you said you were floating in plotspace >< Ok, edited))

[Ochita]

*looks sternly*
"i cannot be confused, the cracking engine keeps my head clear im very certain i connected with you"


((yea im floating in plotspace))

"Then-Then it must be an error or something!"
*Meanwhile, in another part of the arc Nyra is clutching her head.*
"All of it... Gone! My head feels like splitting! Why?! WHYY!!"
*She falls to the floor, clutching her head. Waves of power begin to emanate from her.*

[Taricus]

*goes to the intercom*

"Everyone. I have an announcement, Tenshi is dead."

[Vorthon]

*Kol starts bawling.*

*Vorthon looks depressed, and Nysa seems a little less confident.*

*Ern just slumps against a wall, holding his head.*

[Something Evil]

*From the very fringes of the Armok system, hidden in the asteroid belt and on cold, dark, air-stripped worlds, the hardened shells of the Tyrant's three "contingencies" slowly soften and mold over bodies quickly forming in the pool of biomatter enclosed inside them. Strange beings take shape, bulky and slightly flattened cylinders, with four manipulator arms near one end, and two large lumps in their back. The lumps slowly spread out into thin films as fluid is pumped into them. The lack of atmosphere seems to not bother them as they launch themselves into the darkness of space, strange designs and thoughts echoing in the Tyrant's mind.*
*From the cocoon inside the Ark, the Tyrant sends, sadly:*
"Yes. She is, is she not... Dead so we could all escape..."

[The Merchant Of Menace]

*Upon hearing the announce ment Lilly stands up and rushes to the nearest airlock, pulling at it innefectually*
"NO!!!!" *She slumps to the ground, sobbing violently*

[Ochita]

"What. Tenshi is de- Nyra!"
*Aegis runs towards nyra but gets pushed away by the power.*
"Damn it. Could this..."

"DEAD ALL OF HER IS DEAD... NYAH.."

"Oh, I see... Hey! Kol. Lets make a better world. For her."
*Ochita wraps his arms against Kol.*

"I guess I felt her die... That.. Was.. a bit--"
*Jonathan falls over, tears running down.*

[Vorthon]

*Kol is still bawling.*

"H-h-how?"
((Hey, Och, you do realize Ern will probably kill you if anything happens to Kol, right?))

[Tellemurius]

"she sacrifice herself for the better of others, be proud of her"

[Ochita]

"We have an empty world... A blank canvas to colour. Lets make it in her image..."
*Ochita cries tears of solid blue tiberium... His colour is black.*

[The Merchant Of Menace]

((We don't have any world yet))

[Taricus]

*Taric heads into his quarters and sits at the table, observing greater space.

He then takes off his faceplate, drinking a glass of alcohol*

[Vorthon]

@Ochita:((Are you sure this is the best idea? Kol is aligned with fire, illusion and chaos. The results could be... messy.))
*Kol whimpers a bit.*

[Ochita]

((YOU NEVER TOLLD MEEEE THATT. CAHOOOOOOOOTS.))

"H-hey. She is dead. But would she want us crying..? No."