Collection: Age of Youth//Elysian
Chronicled by: Valhel
Preceeded by: Breach
Embers flickered bright and red against the blue night as they floated up to join the stars above. A lone strix called from its rocky perch above the garage. The wind wound slowly over the desert chilling the air near freezing temperatures. Mercury, taking advantage of the smoldering Authority propaganda, had begun to warm bits of flatbread near the fire outside the bunker. He pondered how Pandora expected to get paid for burning the posters when it was intended for them to be hung around neighboring outposts.
Collection: Age of Youth
Chronicled by Valhel
preceded by: Out There
...seven weeks after the last Halleaux
The malfunctioning lights flickered like an artificial thunderstorm within the iron halls of Roanoak. Blackouts had become a regular event within the base, but this was the first since Commander Petra had ordered the disarming of the Resistance as they prepared to carry the Gospel into the city.
The coils of lightning surged down Pandora's wrist with a terrible buzzing sound as her cord ignited. Swinging over her shoulder and then back across, the whip cut the metal door to Mech's armory into six pieces. Alarms blared and the din of pursuers could be heard down the hall. Pandora shoved crates and steel boxes aside as she searched the room. Four lights from her helm illuminated the darkness that flooded the armory at interval with the red glow of the alarm beacon. Finally a pale light answered the lights from Pandora's own helm. A glass orb sat sealed in a pile of time jump tech, and within shone the pale light.
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