*The three selves left by the Tyrant in the Armok System have largely completed their work. The black disk, several hundred kilometers across, orbits in stead of the planet that was so recently a battleground. A massive force field surrounds and protects it, gathering hydrogen left by the system star being unraveled. At the center of the disk, a statuary group: countless Void Dragons surrounding a central raised platform, the Orbital looming slightly over the width of the rectangular dias.
Between the Dragons and the platform stands a ring of GDI and Scrin alongside the more massive Tyranid strains, and the odd Dao, all of roughly the same size, each doing its best to harm the Dragons in some way. At the base, beneath the massive Void Dragon's neck, rendered quite larger than the rest of the forces, are four statues, each of equal height, depicting the Cross brothers, back to back, flanked by Tellemurius and the Tyrant.
And on the dias, a winged female figure, a pair of cat ears and a tail discernible in her long hair and flowing garment, stands back turned towards the Orbital, the light radiating from her seemingly making the monster cringe in pain. Her arms, outstretched into the night sky, hold a replica of the Ark at the tips of their fingers, seemingly impelling it on its journey. At her feet, covering the surface of the dias, countless lines of writing, each one in a different language, let any and all know:*
"Here lies the body of the Angel. May her spirit forever bask in the warmth of gentle stars and kind souls."
*Their revenant task done, the three live machines settle with a sigh on the other side of the memorial disk and disconnect from the Tyrant's mind, automated behaviors keeping them forever repairing the funeral monument, an eternal reminder for one's sacrifice, the gathered hydrogen meant to form into a temporary star once every full revolution of the disk, a commemoration of the act.*
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Topic: The Land of Lost Dimensions. (Read 636215 times)