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“We'll murder all the lunar men with fury heaven sent.”
Midgard had crumbled on its foundations.
“And we carpet Lenny’s tunnels with the rounds that we have spent.”
A thousand screaming somethings (someones, they’d been someones once, or maybe they were all one being now) were pounding up through the sky towards her.
“They tried to break our firm resolve but haven’t made a dent.”
Fria hefted the weight of the laser in her hands. It wouldn’t do anything, she knew this. Not against whatever was causing the apartments she lived in to plummet into the endless void that had become the ground.
“And their blood shall run like wine.”
But Hel, she was going down swinging.
“Take no prisoners-”
The airlock burst open, technicolored cosmic energy rushing through the walls of the room. Running through the floor beneath her feet. She could stay standing for a minute, maybe two, until the systems were too compromised to keep up with the breach.
“-leave no quarter.”
She shot pointlessly forwards, backing away from the monster forming on the floor in front of her.
“Show them all the colors of their entrails on the floor.”
It rushed towards her through the ship around her. No, it was the ship now, swallowing her whole in a multicolored maw.
“The Kaisers men are cattle to the slaughter.”
Fria went down swinging. Fria went down singing.
“And their blood will run like wine”
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Earlier.
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“Inspector Second class Lyfrassir Edda, signing off. Good luck.”
“Godsdammit Lyf!” Fria threw her phone onto the floor of her apartment as the recording started over again. “This is Inspector Second Class Lyfrassir Edda-”
Lyf. They fucking left her. Least had the decency to send the recordings but she wasted an hour listening to them now and- fucking Hel Lyf.
Fria threw on her coat and boots over the underlayers of her work uniform, strapped her laser to her side, and left her apartment for what she guessed was the last time. The Bifrost was coming, or maybe it already had.
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“Resignation Notice: Fria Lyresie
The worlds going to shit, I quit. Save yourselves.”
[Attached are Lyf’s recordings, on fluke that any one would ever have the time to listen to them.]
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Now that she was looking for it, the world around her looked brighter, colors edging onto unnatural vibrancy. Fria pulled her jacket tighter around herself and continued marching towards the ship hangar.
The Mechanisms had taught her how to hotwire a ship before they’d left. Hopefully she’d remember how. She’d have to.
Lyf access codes got her into the hangar, if just barely at their level of clearance. Hoddmimis. She just had to get to Hoddmimis, she’d find Lyf there- they knew more than she did, it’d be okay.
Her fingers burnt on the wires of the ship, the bay abandoned in the early morning. She didn’t know how much time she had left, all she knew was that it wasn’t a lot.
The ship activated with a hum, she hopped inside and directed it forward. The hangar doors opened automatically as she flew the ship into the open air. A couple mechanics had noticed her leaving now, they were running towards her with lasers drawn. Fria turned the ship around to face them, only to watch as the ground crumbled into void beneath their feet.
No. NO. NO NONONONONO. Not yet, it couldn’t be yet, she still had to pick up her family, pick up her sister, warn the people she cared for, there were so many people still here. If she’d only left ten minutes earlier-
But the ground under the ship was gone now, tendrils of technicolor something reaching towards her ship and she took off into the sky. It was too late. The guns of the ship fired automatically as the Bifrost slammed into the side of her ship. Fria slams on the distress signal and activates the autopilot in some imitation of hope as her ship jolts sideways and turns to face the Bifrost. Her ship rockets up into space.
“We’ll murder all the Lunar men with fury heaven sent-”
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Mayday, this is the exploration vessel Nagthrod, require immediate assistance. Message Repeats. Mayday, this is the exploration vessel Nagthrod, require immediate assistance.
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Is anyone seeing this?
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A̸̢̡͓̳̙̺̝̠̙͖͎͛͑̇͌̔̇̏̾́̋͂̆͐͘̚l̷̨͎̦͙̩̋͑̅͌l̵̜̒̂͒͐͛̈́̽̾͒́͒͘͘ ̷̧̜̯̖̠͉̗̗͙̩̉ͅt̵͓̺̣̣̝̤̗̓̋̌̚͜͝ẖ̶͚̫͔̗̖̙̝̮͇̯̦̭̳̍͊͑́̉̾͊̓͑̑͘͝͠e̶̡̝̩̯̮̟͉̻̗̬͂͋͋́͋̐́ ̴̭̳̙̜̤̭͕̦͎̰͙̄̀́̉̒̏̚͜ͅD̸̰̽͛͛̈͑͌̆̐͜o̸̝͒̐̉̓͊͐̐̄̈̓̇̕͝͠͠ơ̶̤̥͈̯̭̰̯̈́̍̽͗̉̈́̓̾̇͝ͅr̴̟̘͚̀̓͗ş̸̄͗̎̓̉͂̀͛̚ ̴̧̧͈̻̣̥̱͍͙͉̱́̉̂̏ä̸̗́̈́̀̈́̈́̋͘͘̚r̷̭̖̐͆̄̈̓͊͛̔̔̈́̿̈́ȩ̵̨̠͍̟͔̺͖̳̰̺̝̎̃̈́͜ ̸̧̖͇͚̳̬̱̤̝̬̪̲̔̕O̷̢͔̰͓̟̝̤̰̝̯̅̔͒̏̒̊́̉̅̔ͅṗ̸̢͙͖́̄̓̇̌͌̃͆́̐̕e̸̡̦̤͚͎̫͖̟̝̩̩̣̟̾̑́̅́͑̀͐̓͌͑̌͜͠͝ͅň̶̤̺͆̂̌́̓͗̋̾̓̐̎͗̏͘ ̷̡̘͖̭̤̩̝͎̪͉̝̓̂̿̐͒͑͝͝Ṇ̶̨͙̤̫̹̱̟̔̾̏̒͒̔͆͊̆ỏ̵̧̘͖̮̦̣̒̈̀̒̽̅̉̇̒̿̇̕͜͝w̶̢̧̝͇̭͙̏̌͌̎̒̃̎͌̔͠ͅ