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driftfleet2017-09-22 07:22 pm
thespaceopera) wrote in driftfleet2017-09-22 07:22 pm
swim out past the breakers - watch the world die...
[All transportation has ceased, all shuttles and spacecraft have been called back stationside. There is no more time. The meteor is no longer simply lingering in the stars - it’s here.
The impact is high-speed. Heavy. Intense. It plows into the atmosphere like it’s nothing, crashes into the eastern coast of the mainland, covers the entirety of it and far, far into the ocean as well. The planet gives, a massive crater forming and growing as the meteor pushes deeper and deeper, earth and ocean building upward, cresting, and spilling outward like waves amidst sulfur and dust. Splinters from the meteor fly off, littering the rest of the surface with impacts still massive and catastrophic on their own, let alone in such a steady shower as this. And from the depths of the planet rises the molten rock, the magma and the liquid metal, spilling outward and out of control, billowing smoke and ash into the air and adding yet another level to the chaos and destruction of the end of this planet.
All too quickly, the planet is nothing more than molten rock and ash amidst a sea of lava. There is no way anything left behind could have possibly survived.
It’s over, after both forever and just an instant. Nothing living remains, only a ringed black-and-red sphere where once there was a beautiful blue-and-green marble of a planet. It’s silent now. Very, very silent. The void of space has never seemed so empty.
The survivors on the ship - of which there are many, certainly the vast majority, thanks to everyone’s efforts - are quiet as well. There will be much mourning in the days to come, rituals and memorials and anything to wish their planet well now that it’s gone. Perhaps its soul has gone to their dreaming afterlife just like any of them. Maybe one day they’ll meet it again. Maybe… such things are difficult to foretell.
For now, all anyone can do is wait. Hope. Comfort. Talk about a future that’s foreboding and intimidating, where the only certainty is how completely uncertain it is. But… at least they have a future. They live to see another day, and hopefully another home, somewhere, someday.]
((OOC: As of this post, we have impact. The planet is no more. The population on the space station and anything brought with them are all that remains of life from Lyuku. If you have any questions, we ask that you direct them to our last OOC information post. If you would like to use this space as an IC mingle, you are more than welcome to.
Thank you, dear drift fleet - for saving an entire civilization, helping wherever you possibly could, and heeding a dying singing planet's wishes to carry her dear people to safety. ♥ Your heroism, no matter how much it cost, will never, ever be forgotten by these people. ))
The impact is high-speed. Heavy. Intense. It plows into the atmosphere like it’s nothing, crashes into the eastern coast of the mainland, covers the entirety of it and far, far into the ocean as well. The planet gives, a massive crater forming and growing as the meteor pushes deeper and deeper, earth and ocean building upward, cresting, and spilling outward like waves amidst sulfur and dust. Splinters from the meteor fly off, littering the rest of the surface with impacts still massive and catastrophic on their own, let alone in such a steady shower as this. And from the depths of the planet rises the molten rock, the magma and the liquid metal, spilling outward and out of control, billowing smoke and ash into the air and adding yet another level to the chaos and destruction of the end of this planet.
All too quickly, the planet is nothing more than molten rock and ash amidst a sea of lava. There is no way anything left behind could have possibly survived.
It’s over, after both forever and just an instant. Nothing living remains, only a ringed black-and-red sphere where once there was a beautiful blue-and-green marble of a planet. It’s silent now. Very, very silent. The void of space has never seemed so empty.
The survivors on the ship - of which there are many, certainly the vast majority, thanks to everyone’s efforts - are quiet as well. There will be much mourning in the days to come, rituals and memorials and anything to wish their planet well now that it’s gone. Perhaps its soul has gone to their dreaming afterlife just like any of them. Maybe one day they’ll meet it again. Maybe… such things are difficult to foretell.
For now, all anyone can do is wait. Hope. Comfort. Talk about a future that’s foreboding and intimidating, where the only certainty is how completely uncertain it is. But… at least they have a future. They live to see another day, and hopefully another home, somewhere, someday.]
((OOC: As of this post, we have impact. The planet is no more. The population on the space station and anything brought with them are all that remains of life from Lyuku. If you have any questions, we ask that you direct them to our last OOC information post. If you would like to use this space as an IC mingle, you are more than welcome to.
Thank you, dear drift fleet - for saving an entire civilization, helping wherever you possibly could, and heeding a dying singing planet's wishes to carry her dear people to safety. ♥ Your heroism, no matter how much it cost, will never, ever be forgotten by these people. ))