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Benediction It's a typical day on Njorun station. Everything's fine. Totally fine.

Except for the fact that space-time seems a little...off. If anyone was paying attention, they would have noticed the walls stretching a little. And not physically; rather, it seemed that the actual space was stretching. And stretching. And stretching.

For all active personnel on the Njorun, they would soon hear the alarm that everyone hoped they would never hear: the red alert siren.

Panicked civilians soon file into the lower levels as the odd stretching of reality keeps happening. Corridors grow and grow, while meanwhile, in other areas, space gets a little pinched.

So pinched, in fact, that the next unlucky soldier to wander next to one gets sucked in, unable to leave, but apparently seemed fully conscious of his state in a psuedo-black hole. Similar odd anomalies start popping up here and there throughout Njorun, and then, anyone who was looking on would notice a very odd thing.

Njorun was aging. The great tree-station was rapidly going from its normal, healthy color to a dark, sickly shade of brown. Black blotches rapidly started to spread around its organic spots, before the smell of rot filled the internal atmosphere.

To add to that, one of those peculiar anomalies was forming in the air between Njorun's current location and the ground. Like someone was pulling a rubber band, and stretching it, except in this case, space-time happened to be standing in for a rubber band.

An automated voice echoes throughout the massive tree-ship:

"Abandon ship. Abandon ship. Abandon ship."

The voice, however, starts to slur, going from a calm, computerized sort of thing, to a cartoonishly pitched voice, only to suddenly snap back to a regular pitch for a second.

Well, Union. Time to be a hero.
Gawain Out in the Multiversal, Sir Gawain is on his usual patrols at Dun Realtai. But always, always, he has his radio ready, in case of emergency. And right now, it's an emergency. Red alert flashes, Union bands are going nuts, and /people need help/. Charging with superhuman speed towards the stables, he mounts his boar and rides into the warpgate...

And exits quickly out into Njorun, riding his thirteen foot boar into battle. Saddles ready, armor manifested, sword prepared. Immediately, the Knight of the Sun, Saber of Gold, is shouting towards people, offering his free hand as he rides his steed around the station. "Everyone who can, jump on! Lovell can take the pressure! Go, go, let's go!"
Staren     Staren's pocket beeps. The flip-phone-like protoabstractum in his pocket is actually a multifunction scanner, and dimensional distortions is one of the functions! So he's one of the first to notice after he checks it wirelessly, then pulls it out and examines it to make sure it's not malfunctioning. What in the name of Morg?!

    He wonders if, maybe, someone is trying to end the war and has set off a tremendously powerful weapon in Njorun. There don't seem to be any ways to figure out how to stop it... At this point... yes, red alert siren, abandoning ship and plotting a new course of action from somewhere safe is the most sensible course of action.

    He races to the hangar, calling for anyone he meets on the way to follow him to safety, and having drones scout ahead to avoid spacial traps.

    Now, a plan to get people out...
Raditz Raditz is flying in and out at Super Sayain speeds, grabbing civilians and getting them out as quick as possible. It's times like this he wishes he had Kakarot's Instant Transmission technique
Maya Hanger Bay 1223 Maya's sititng on the bridge of the Marduk it had come in for mintance but now isn't the time as the panic goes Maya barks order she barks out an order to the crew.

"This is the Captain speaking, the alert ha sounded all crew return to the vessels make the troops landers ready we will take on as many people as we can before this ends."

"This is Former Union Colonel Maya and currwnetly Marduk Actual. I am assumping command, focus on gettting as many people on board and get the hell out, use rally points X-14."

Maya looked at the panic, the chaos, she has done this long before the crew of her ship are from her world and they look to her, she is the fates chosen and she's acting now.

Landers deploy from the ship while the boaerdin ramps start to tkae as many people possible it focus on getting out of here. It's just like shell four on a massive scale she had to keep calm and save as many s she can.

"Helm have an exit course."

Maya looked at the displays and closed her eyes to pray, if the fates were listening.

She would do what she could, the laid back Junker that most people knew was done right now. It was Maya the woman tht shock the world of Septerra to it's foundations today and she's assumed command.
Nero      Nero was in Residential, paying a visit to Kyra's apartment, when suddenly... Red Alert? She glances out a window to see space...warping itself? Well that can hardly be anything good. After some mild conferring to those on radio, she bounds out and into the streets and immediately starts assisting with guiding people to get to the lower levels of Njorun, where proper evacuations could be made.

     "Do not waste time collecting belongings! Move! Get to the lower levels and follow the instructions of personnel there!"
Shokudaikiri     The smart thing is to run AWAY from danger, isn't it? But what's that they say about heroes? The only thing that separates the two is that the hero was lucky enough to survive? So of course Shokudaikiri's headed right towards the collapsing Njorun Station, to see where he can help.

    Upon arriving, he immediately sees what he can do. How exactly do you fight a BLACK HOLE when all you've got is a sword?! In his case? He can't. This is a battle that he's not equipped to deal with. But there are people inside the station that are even LESS equipped to deal with this -- there are civilians inside!

    With that decided, his aim turns from battle to evacuation. He's one man and he's pretty damned fast. And there are plenty of people helping at exits and in major thoroughfares. So what he's going to be doing is listening to local radio and listening for locations that have collapsed. When he's aware of a location, he gets there as fast as he can, using his greater speed and strength to reach the trapped people, get them out of immediate danger, and get them on the road to running away from the fracturing reality that Njorun is turning into.
Lloyd Irving     The lurching of the entire station is something that Lloyd, sitting in his office, was certainly not expecting. Whatever was going on, it wasn't good, and it wasn't the time for questions. He grabs the only weapon he has on hand, the sword Tyrael had gifted him, Azurewrath, and sticks the naked blade into his belt as he bolts into the hall. Anything else that was in the office, the trunk of women's clothes, his tailored suits, his fine desk touched with scorch marks, they would have to be left behind. He wasn't sure if they were under attack, but he was sure of one thing: catastrophic damage was coming. Once in the hall, the distorting of time and space causes his stomach to roll, his eyes and mind seeming confused. This hall wasn't this short before, but it also felt longer?

    If only he had the Eternal Sword, but alas, the blades were safe at home today. Any cilivians nearby would be directed toward any nearby emergency exits, while he attempts to get his bearings. Was this an assault by the Confederacy? How had they gotten so close to Njorun to launch an attack without warning beforehand? No, this seemed... different.

    Too unnatural, and yet also natural. It wasn't adding up.

    He waits to clear the hallway around him, then takes off further in.

    "Everyone, get out of here, now! Save yourselves and anyone along your way! Go!" The Colonel grips the hilt of his blade, but it's not a combat reflex.

    Lloyd Irving is terrified. He had no idea what's happening, and no idea how long her has to save all he can.
Corona Arclite There would be no rest for the weary tonight it would seem.

Only a few hours off one mission, and now Corona was rushing into the middle of unexplained phenomenon and disaster yet again, which was mainly trying to keep evacuation at not dissolving into total chaos. "Just keep movin' out in a controlled fashion folks." She pauses to give one scientist who was still fiddling with a device to keep moving. "And no rubberneckin'! Tarnation, ya'd think impendin' doom would be 'nuff of a hint fer some people!"
Yuna Kagurazaka It's pure chance that Yuna was on Njorun at this point; she'd rather be asleep in her bed, any bed that she can claim as 'hers,' but she had to file an expense report and was going to do some Christmas shopping.

She didn't even get the report turned in before the alarms went off. With the space-time and gravity distortions all over, Elner doesn't *DARE* try teleporting, which is privately terrifying to Yuna in its own right. All they can do, respectively, is for Yuna to transform and Elner to warn her of nearby anomalies.

Yuna's at a dead run, so the robo-faerie doesn't have much margin for error; the two of them are working their way through a civilian residential sector, and Yuna is literally kicking in doors to yell the occupants awake and get them moving. "Njorun is coming apart, get to the warpgates or to the hangar; we're getting everyone out as fast as we can!"

She's keeping the Mike-maru-go's size in mind - she can handle maybe a dozen passengers, more if they're fairly cozy with each other, and if people desperately need a ride? It doesn't matter if they can stand each other. A group of seven children is corraled long enough for Yuna to insrtuct them, firmly yet gently, "Follow Elner, she'll stay visible for you, but *keep moving*. We'll make sure you get to safety and I'll do everything I can to get your parents to you. Okay? Now run, I'll see you soon!"

Elner flies off, leaving Yuna to keep rousting sleepers out of bed as fast as she can.
Fiora Laurent     Fiora does what she can. She assists with getting people and things moved out where they need to be. Sometimes, all a soldier or civilian would need in a crisis, is someone directing them to the proper place. That is her job, short of having any assets of her own to evacuate people, is direct people to assets that can.

"Move! Do not burden yourselves with treasures! Take only what you need to survive! Move!"

Fiora doesn't stay any longer than she has to. She goes to find her way to the nearest transport, once everyone in sight is safely out of harms way.
Target Sparktail Across the hall, not far at all from the loadstar inventor, Target was trying to help people toward the nearest exit, pod, gate, or otherwise. VEX activated just in case, the kobold was being a little more 'forceful' with words. "Go on, get goin'! Ya kin all worry bout'cher stuff later when ya know yer safe from whatever's goin on! Now get goin!" and so on. The ranger occasionally glances over his shoulder, wanting to keep an eye on Corona. It wasn't that he didn't think the woman couldn't handle herself, it was that if something DID happen the ranger corps would never let him hear the end of it.
Cirra Constantine     Cirra Constantine doesn't spend a lot of time at Njorun, but with her recent ...introduction to the Special Destroyer Project she's had additional duties that brought her here..

    And everything went right to hell.

    With space stretching and squashing, the Judge Cosntantine began running through the city. The normal evacuation efforts needed no help where she ran, it was people trapped by the space warps, cut off from escape by walls of pinched or stretched space.

    With black smoke leaking out of her armor, the Judge raised a fist, smashing through the brick work of a wall to tear it open, brick by brick to clear a path for the people trapped inside. "Down. To the lower levels. Don't stop." She moves on almost as quickly as she punched through the wall. The decay of the tree worries her almost more then the strange effects of space.
Nagato     Akitsumaru and Nagato are on Njourn, one carrying what looks to be a /very large/ sled capable of fitting a lot of people, and there's four of them in a line. When that call came out, she gave a nod to Akitsumaru to summon the Daihatsus. As people are coming, Nagato's trying to keep some semblance of order (and possibly failing at this), "Attention civilians, load up in the daihatsus, we're going to evacuate and bring you to Hikari Seaport, it'll be a safe place while we reorganize!"

    Akitsumaru's face gives a nod, "Sir, we'll be launching soon, let's get them on as quick as possible, you can overload the daihatsus but it will be a uncomfortable ride." "Load up as many as possible, there will be more transports around to load into as well, do not panic, we will get out of this and see you all safe. We have room for four hundred at most! Now load evenly and we're going!"
Kirito Njorun Medical. The FullDive Ward that had just recently completed for conducting operations with some degree of safety precautions. Kirito is nowhere close to happy with this situation.

    Because the teenager who barrels out of the main dive room and out into the hallway is not a heroic Spriggan. Just a human wearing black pants and a black shirt with very little decoration. He's carrying a very small sack that must weigh close to nothing, and carries a short and light sword in his other hand. The boy's SCRAMBLING down the halls, frantically checking his navigator watch as it struggles to make sense of the changes to Njorun's internals...

    Kazuto's heart's just abouty pounding through his chest. And his personal stamina can't possibly match what he can do as Kirito...

    But this is NOT going to bring him down. He has far too much to live for!

    "Come on! Move! Run!" He screams to anyone and everyone he spots in the halls, as he makes his way for the nearest hangars or artificial warp gates. Anything will do if he can find it. ANYTHING.
Richard Stadler Stadler was at his office, in Nojurn, where it had been for the past few years. Doing paperwork; /actual/ paperwork. Certainly it was a risk in a giant tree to be putting pen to the corpse of dead trees, but it was his way of coping with where he sat. He'd always thought deep down, that a giant, living tree wasn't to be trusted; that, eventually, it would take you after you took a wrong turn and were along, swallowing you up for fuel. Perhaps a little joke between him and the base.

The yelling, the screams from outside were concerning, as he looked up. A little confused for a moment, moving his hand across the wood of the desk... and feeling something odd. Looking down. Seeing the rot moving across it, the wood aging, like some sort of nightmare. Standing up quickly, then outside. "Dear God..." A small, silent prayer, before he quickly moves to his compartment off to the side.

Combat gear is drawn. A go bag, LBE, rifle. He didn't know what was going on; were the Confederate's behind this? Was this an attach that was ripping the base apart in prelude to an invasion? Focus. Start with this room, work his way out. Paperwork. What he was working on now was trival. He could redo it. All the other files were saved to the cloud. A quick look at his desktop before he brought up his rifle butt, smashing it several times. He felt that he wouldn't have time to come back for it.

And then out the door, smack dab into one of his Sergeants who must have been coming to get him. "Boss! Everyting's... there's goddam black holes- the walls are- " And Stadler's cut him off. "Orders first. I'm getting enough from the rado. Evacuate whatever and whoever you can. Work down the priority list on the UH-60s, and we'll get other helicopters here soon. Continuity." He says, running off. "Continunity! That's the watchword! Run!"
Kazuko Kawakami Kazuko's finishing up the last of her midnight-exercise snacks, chewing on a sandwich and plotting out her path for another jog which definitely won't just be picking random directions for an hour. The moment she finishes her food, though, she notices something she's never heard before.

     The sirens are on. Why would the sirens in Njorun be on of all places? Looking around rapidly to try and find some answers, the martial artist notices the tree shifting and then then the panic setting in. "What the heck... A-abandon?!"

     Things are going bad fast, and it doesn't look like the sort of thing that can just be kicked into submission. Only one thing left for Kazuko to do, then: Run away! And rescue some people on the way while she's at it. Although she isn't quite strong enough to carry multiple fully-grown people with her, she can at least grab a nearby catering cart, then start warning passengers to hold on tight before she starts running with them in tow!

     To where, though? Who knows.
Amalthea     It /was/ a typical day on Njorun. And there was a very good reason why she was actually setting foot on the factional baase, rather than lazing at home.
    She came to finish up filing the last of the paperwork in regards to her retirement.
    She steps out of an office and sighs, blowing a few errant stands of hair out of her eye as she glances down at her watch.
    "That's it..."
    By this time tomorrow, in TWENTY FOUR HOURS, it will finally be official.
    Then something... Is off. The unicorn's brow furrows, glancing up from her watch. The wall us acting funny. Walls don't act like that.
    Then it gets worse.
    Then the alarm comes. And Njorun starts to age. Rapidly. Violently. She can only stand in place, stricken with a mix of bewilderment and horror for a long few beats before kicking into gear.
    Amalthea came to Njorun properly equipped to handle paperwork. Tie-dye shirt, cutoff jeans, and running sneakers. Unarmed and unarmored. Her response, at first, is suitably appropriate.
    "Fuck..."
    Initial response gives way to a more proper one to follow. People are panicking. There is chaos. She wades into the masses, trying to help keep order as best she can and guide who she may to safety.
O'Mont're Tyr SOMEWHERE NEAR DOCKING

"...and that's not half what you said you'd give us," Sergeant Lawrence says, slapping his fingers against the credchips in his palm. "You think all this stuff --" He gestures at the pile of crates and the half-track transport nearby, which his squadmates look boredly heavily armed near, "-- jus' ships itself? All this way? Eh? C'mon, now."

The harbormaster seems nervous. He backs up... and then gets more nervous when all the guardsmen suddenly draw their weapons, pointed in his general direction. One of the troopers mutters, "What in blazes --" The harbormaster babbles something, takes another step... and ends up in one of the gaps that appears, sucked into the singularity.

The guardsmen trade glances, jump in the transport, and haul ass towards the dock, cash and loot in tow.

OUTSIDE THE STATION

The colossal, cathedral-like shape of the Callidus Amicae stands still, moored to the station. When things start to age and rot, the ship begins to come to life. Crewmen charge this way and that, rushing to their duty stations while Tau drones flit through ductwork and down corridors to sweep the ship for boarders.

On the bridge, Navigator Cicero Nostromo clutches his head and yowls like an injured cat, twisting and writhing under the watchful gaze of O'Mont're Tyr while Captain Hexam stares out the forward port.

"Vre'Yan is still waiting for civilian passengers, Captain," Tyr says.

Hexam taps a cane against the deck. He glances towards the Navigator, frowning fractionally. Cicero hisses through clenched teeth, "The path is -- dimming -- we must make haste if we are to survive!"

"Tell her to take off," Captain Hexam says. "That is an order."
Eryl Fairfax     Eryl has been in a sorry state since his abrupt dismissal from Eden. He's been spending all his time in his Njorun apartment, reading his books and listening to records as he grapples with what his life has become and what he should do with it. His ceiling fan spins languidly overhead as he finishes 'Great Expectations' for the 14th time when Original Face indicates something odd.

    The fan is not spinning at a consistent rate. Every now and again it speeds up and then slows down.

    An electrical fault? Suddenly, the room seems to shrink several inches then bulges out, sending a jolt of pain through Eryl's mind. Certainly not. He rushes to his door, looking along the corridor at the spacial anomalies, seeing the branches of Axis Mundi withering at the far end. The alarm blares. Njorun is in danger.

    Immediately, Eryl is pounding on every door as he races towards the tree, head throbbing with every impossibility occurring. "Evacuate immediately!" he calls out as he reaches the vast chamber that the giant tree stands in, rots in. He clutches his head, dismissing the log of supposed hallucinations he's suffering from, and makes his move.

    Along the way, he helps people to their feet, points them towards evacuation areas and tries to soothe the panic as best he can. Until he finally arrives at a security room. With the alarm blaring, no one probably minds as he forces his way inside and plugs himself into the cameras. Trying to get hard data on how space-time is collapsing, the rate and severity, anywhere it's centralized.

    Risky? Yes. But Eryl is not in a 'safe' state of mind.
Kakashi Hatake     Kakashi Hatake was postponing delivering some outdated documents by having some lunch, or so he'd said on the radio. In reality, he took some extra time before heading to Njorun to stand before the Hero's Memorial in the Hidden Leaf Village. Reminiscing over past mistakes. Previous times he was unable to save a friend. Like he was unable to contribute to the rescue of Yunomi. Thankfully, even without him, she was able to return home. He didn't know her well. But a comrade is a comrade. And only someone worse than scum would abandon a comrade in need.

    He finally arrives at Njorun Station, seemingly sleepily looking around at all the chaos as civilians are evacuated, and space is being distorted... The walls seem to be rotting in fast-forward. The urgency of the situation is apparent, but Kakashi, more as a coping mechanism than because he finds anything amusing about the situaiton, adds some dry levity. "Maybe I should have grabbed lunch after all." He wall runs through the halls, leaping up and over the crowds, trying to getter a better idea of what's going on. When he sees space contracting, seemingly pinching shut around a soldier, Kakashi knows he can't risk getting close enough to rescue that unfortunate soul without getting caught in the same. It's a bit of a costly maneuver to engage in right off the bat, but Kakashi pulls up his forehead protector from his left eye, closes his right, and takes aim with his Sharingan. The design shifts to look more like a three-point shuriken that curves back on itself, and despite the pain and accompanying Chakra expenditure, Kakashi focuses on trying to warp space and 'peel it back' until the soldier falls free of the bizarre imprisonment. 'Kamui!' he mentally intones.

    Once there's an opening, he use the body flicker technique to blur in, try to grab the soldier, and then dart away again before space can contract once more. His eye has reverted to the normal Sharingan for now, as it's less draining than the Mangekyou Sharingan, but after making sure the rescued soldier is set down somewhere safe and uninjured, he starts trying to get more information on what's going on.
Ainsley     Ainsley was there in Njorun, going to the Library to return another book. She saw space-time warp, something that it really shouldn't do, and she immediately saw people panic. She felt her blood run cold... well, figuratively speaking, she's already cold-blooded. And then she acted without thinking. She started moving to calm others. She quickly grabbed a brush from inside her coat and drew a symbol on her throat.

    Then she sought out the nearest throng of people, fleeing, running as fast as they can.

    "There are people here to help you. I will guide you to safety. Please remain calm." Her voice is projected an absurd distance, cracking through the noise and the fear, due to magic and her position floating over everyone.

    "Follow me. If we remain calm, we increase our chances of survival. Hurry, but do not rush."

    She makes waving motions as she tries to guide people around the various bends and wobbles in space-time, at least as near as she's able to perceive them.
Rebound "Jeeze Target, you show up here one time and reality itself breaks." Rebound says as she moves alongside Corona and the kobold ranger, she's giving him crap, but she means well. Humor is her only defense in situations where she can't actually do much to help. She can't punch reality.
Ayako Hasekawa     Ayako, is as usual, working in Union Medical. Bottling Healing Water for later use. Although... the sight of a nearby wall stretching makes her pause and incline her head to the side gently. Oh well, whatever. It's Njorun, it's probably not something to worry ab-

    And then the red alert siren sounds!

    "E-ehhhhh?! What is that? Battle stations?" She places a bottle of purple Healing Water down and glances around. The halls! The rooms! "Wh-what's going on?! Why is everything looking all weird?" And then the automated voice echoes throughout the ship.

    "Uh oh!" Ayako quickly pulls out the broomstick she usually uses while dressed up as a witch out of her star-shaped purse and hops onto it in one swift movement. "Time to go! Time to gooooo!"

    She quickly flies towards the nearest evacuation point. Or at least starts on her way. Ayako can't help but pause... there are still wounded non-Elite Union personnel... they can't leave like she can! With a sound of irritation, she flies off towards the Care Unit.

    Once she arrives, luckily people are already being evacuated. "I'll help!" And soon, she's pulling a chain of water connecting large water bubbles containing evacuees as she flies off to evacuate with them! After all, her broom only really seats one more! "Let's go, let's go, let's go! There's no time!"
Cecily      Still relatively new to the Union, the current multiversal iteration of Cecily is nonetheless of a similar mind as her previous counterpart. The rush and panic on the radio channels is enough for her to get in gear and get in the air, taking as much advantage of her limited transit capabilities as she has. And that is the equivalent of strapping a shipping container to the harnesses underneath one of the UH-60's in her small fleet and hauling it airward with as much haste as she safely can.

     With the creaking of straps and maglocks, she redlines the aircraft towards Njorun, towards a hangar bay, the container swinging beneath the aircraft. "Ah... come on..." she looks over her shoulder, having stripped out as much of the interior of the aircraft as she could to make room for people and weight. She circles around, doing her best to keep the counterweight from the container from slamming her into the side of the tree before bringing it down inside of the hangar in a clear spot, what with everything and everyone going wild.

     One fox becomes three, the helicopter hovering, engines staying hot, ladders tossed out the sides for anyone able-bodied enough to climb to get inside while another of the vixen pulls the container doors open. "No time for luggage, no splitting families, get inside and hurry!" she calls out, small lights within the container guiding evacuees to safety. "If you bring something, it had better be a medical necessity, please!"
Tomoe Sheena had bneen recovering from the arm tattoo she'd just got, and was with Kirito to pick up some hardware the red headed girl looks paniced for a momeb but then seems to find something inside. Sheena moves she shoves a few tech items into her backpack along with a union issue medical trauma kit. She then follows after Kirito she does her best to direfc tpopele as she's helping to get people to escape.

"Kirito we can't stay long...but we can't just do nothing I got the kanto boot leg stuff and one of the med kits."

She notes before she starts aiding Kirito to get people ont heir way out.
Jeannette Thompson Jeannette was running. And the reason for it embarassed the hell out of her, right down to her soul. The warping of the tree had been notice, the hallway she was walking down streched a little too far, the black hole seen when she rounded the corner. Staring at it. At the impossibility of it, but the fact that it was there. SOmething she shouldn't have seen except in the deepest reaches of space. And then the alarm sounded, the radio squawked in her head, and she was running. Running for the hangers, because she couldn't come back here after this. And that's where her fighter was.

Millions of people in this tree, and she could only think of what would happen if she lost the craft that had brought her to this place, that had kept her safe in void and battle, scars and all. That could be being ripped apart right now. If it had been just that, running and flying away as a Commodore of a squadron who should have had more to do than all of this. But. But thankfully, she wasn't alone here, and felt the call up of a half a dozen Marines, some naval ratings, still on the hanger deck with other craft.

<<We are evacuating. Standard humanitarian efforts. Load up as many people as you can on avalible craft. If we have a large amount of pilots, and a death of craft, commandeer whatever you can. Destroy whatever sensetive material we can't take, but lives first.>>

Jeannette slides underneath a distoration in her way, barely missing it and coming back to her feet with a roll, not losing a beat as she takes the turn and enters the door to the hanger. Utter /bedlam/. <<I doubt we're coming back.>>
Crys Gattz Crys was in one of the larger more populated ares and was directing people to the warp gates, she had also opened a number of Telepiopes a small fortunres worth to help speed up the evauation and as she direct the people she holds on to Red Ring Rico's ring. The light was still there, right? It had to be there? It didn't matter about here anyone she got out would likely live several times longer than her and there was a freddom in this if she had to go out like this? Then by the LIGHT SHE WOULD. Thoughts of Deejay, Christia, Will and Tesseract fill her mind, but they would understand wouldn't they? She focused, she keeps directing people.

"Keep calm move use the telepipes or the warp gates."
Benediction Civilians, military personnel, family. All of them are evacuated. Stuff is hastily staken as the warping grows worse and worse.

Vehicles stream out of the massive station of every kind, from archaic flying boats to advanced spacecraft, dodging the the anomalies that threaten to trap people. Those who can fly take as many as they can. Those who were super strong rescue those who're stuck. Those with more exotic abilities help out where they can, doing their best.

Yet for all the effort, it's not enough. There's just too many people, stuck everywhere. Njorun was never made to be evacuated immediately. The mounting effort though, seemed to be on everyone's mind. If there's one thing to unite people, it's immediate danger.

Yet, there was this feeling that everyone was united. Of one mind, it seemed. Then it turned into something more than a feeling. Suddenly, everyone was intensely aware of how many people were saving people, were trying their best to make sure that as many people were saved.

Time stops.

A voice echoes in everyone's mind. A childish, girlish voice.

"...thank you. Ever since I was here, I've been watching. All of you. Heroes. I've been listening, and hearing...your victories. Your disagreements. Your anguish. Your pain. But that's what being you is all about, right? But right now...you're all focused on the same thing. That's why I can speak to you. And it's why I can give you all one last gift. Thank you. It's so brief, I wish I could talk with all and everyone one of you, but...please. Remember. There's always something after. I'll be gone, but something will remain."

Brief, abstract images flow into everyone's minds. A sapling, growing into a tree. The tree grows old, and dies. However, other saplings grown around it.

"Remember."

Time resumes.

Everyone on Njorun suddenly is surrounded by a flash of light that solidifies into a transparent, green bubble. People who're still inside find themselves teleported outside, but the feeling is like someone gently picking them up and placing them in a safe place.

Those on foot and who can't fly find themselves on a nearby plateau, but space is a bit lacking, standing room only being the norm.

A cheer starts, but is quickly interrupted by something that vaguely sounds like a rubber band snapping back.

Reality soon sorts itself out, and the now totally brown and black body of Njorun slams into the ground, causing a huge shake that can be seen. Reality itself breaks for a moment, the warping affecting the landscape itself. Rather than an explosion, Njorun's impact breaks reality for a moment, and all sorts of worlds are visible on the other side of the bubbles. The station crashes into a volcano that was not there half a second ago, throwing ash and magma into the air with a thunderous bang.

In the end, all is peaceful, more or less. Njorun itself lays in a crater, the organic ship now truly spent and starved. Rot spreads rapidly around the roots, and the stench of decomposition mixed with sulfur and ash fills the air.
Kazuko Kawakami Kazuko skids around a corner with her people-catering cart as she rushes through the morass of hallways, sideways, and inadverterntly jumping across a gap that wasn't there mere seconds ago. She might also be screaming erratically the whole time, running entirely off instinct so as to not get caught in whatever the hell's happening to the giant tree.

     <<"I'll be there soon, Miss Cecily! Just gotta-">>

     And then everything stops. There's a mysterious voice she can't put her finger on, and then... Everything's fine? The passengers Kazuko had with her are fine, she's standing in a distinctly non-exploding field, and... Everything seems to be fine.

     Despite all that, though, something still feels wrong. That voice... There's a deep sadness and weight bearing down on the martial artist, and she can only stare as the dying Njorun gets eaten by the sudden volcano out of nowhere. Kazuko stares in shock and fear, but it's only when there's a light tugging at her sleeve from one of the younger passengers in her cart that she finally starts moving again without another word uttered.
Corona Arclite Even with all the effort, all the help, it wasn't going to be enough to get everyone. The distortions were getting worse by the second. It was chaos. Semi-organized chaos, but chaos all the same. At times like this, disasters like this, you just have to buckle down and do as much as you can. Mourning and regret was for afterwards.

Corona bit her lower lip, shoving the last few people she could into a teleporter. It would briefly beam them up to the Steamhammer Express, from which they could evac to the Depot or any other safe point on it's register. It was faster just passing people through it like a staging point than try to horde too many bodies in too small of space. But even that wouldn't be enough...

Until that voice speaks.. in ways a voice normally shouldn't be heard. It's barely long enough (thanks to the temporal stall) to realize what the message was. At which everything went green.

And then Corona found herself standing on the plateau with many of the people who would of not made it otherwise.

"... Well... dayum..."

All she's about got to say, even as she takes her stetson off and holds it to her chest, bowing her head in the direction where the mighty tree-fortress had once floated. "Bless ya fer the last timely save."
Raditz Raditz gets warped out after suffering from gravity stronger than he has ever encountered. Once he is assured that it's all over, he depowers and falls to the ground face first with a KERTHUD..
Staren     Staren issues commands. With modern technology, he can act remotely. He has a plan. Dawn programs a drone on Kotone's ship to test the teleporter.

    And then time stops. Njorun was... a person? No, he just doesn't know.

    He appears on a plateau, and takes flight. Using the wings requires some conscious effort, so he pulls Belldandy's broom out of his bag to sit on while watching... Njorun... crash. Part of him wonders about whether that ash will hurt people. And where will all these people go. But those concerns seem distant. What's most important to him...

    ...Who's most important to him...

    ...Isn't here.

    <<Beam me up.>> He transmits to whatever TDI ships are in orbit. <<I need to check on some things.>>
Ainsley     One moment, Ainsley is focused on the task of helping others, hand grasping someone who got caught in the warping reality. The next, a voice speaks to her, with time seemingly stopped. She feels her heart wrench. She almost protests. She wasn't ready for a self-sacrifice, not from the symbol of something she's been a part of for years. But she knew it was required. That's why it spoke up.

    And then she's there, holding the young teen in her arms, shock in her eyes. He pulls away from her and runs to his parents.

    Ainsley lands and watches the impossibly large tree fall.

    She makes a sound somewhere between her mind breaking and her heart snapping in two. Her eyes water. A smile, the kind that is the disbelieving, maddened kind, flickers over her face.

    Then the tension in her face melts away, and her eyes close, as she collects her wits. Somehow. She turns immediately after that, and begins checking on people. Checking them for wounds. Delegating nearby unprepared medics to handle those that might be trampled, seeking fractured families to help bring them back together. She works because if she doesn't, all she will be able to do is cry. She works so that she can be strong, and she can show that the spirit of why she joined the Union is still there.
Lloyd Irving     Lloyd grips the hilt of his blade tighter. He had soldiers willing to put everything on the line for their comrades. And he was afraid it would cost all of them their lives. As he prepares for another suicide mission, in his mind he hears the voice. The voice of Njorun. It reminded him a bit of the spirit Martel, and a smile comes to his face despite himself. It lasts only a moment. The station is giving itself up for the Union, and before he can react, he's outside, floating above what was once the Union's home. He watches the tree wither and die, leaving saplings in its wake, and his wings spread out behind him. Tears silently fall down his face, the pain all too familiar. He couldn't save Njorun from whatever stripped its life, but it saved him. And everyone else.

    The tears fall through the air, dissipating before they can reach the hallowed ground below. He taps his ear, gives his commands, and then offers his final respects.

    "You gave everything to us. Thank you. I will do what I can to honor you."
Eryl Fairfax     Things are getting heavy in the security booth. Gravity presses down on Eryl's shoulders as his mind races through all the information he can process. The rate at which space-time was warping, the names and faces of those who were trapped, the final images of Njorun before it all collapsed.

    In spite of his assurances on the radio, he was not doing do great. A blood vessel had ruptured in his nose, sending crimson running down his face, and the pain of trying to understand the unexplainable was causing his eyes to water heavily. But still he pushed on. Just a few more moments until he had it all, most of it already compiled to be thrown out on every wavelength he could... just in case.

    And then another voice in his mind. One that, in spite of the blinding pain, soothes him.

    He had read reports, but none had mentioned that Axis Mundi was capable of such things. He feels awash, at peace for just a single moment, until he finds himself with the evacuated once more. Even those who were trapped were saved.

    He rises slowly to his face, taking a handkerchief to his bloodied and wet face before anyone could notice. Looking out at the immense crater where the Union once stood. Eryl has beheld the aftermath of a collapse of civilisation, become somewhat numb to it. But seeing it happen, so raw and unforgiving, has stolen his words.

    After a moment of silence for the amazing base and the wonderful tree that saved them all, he turns on his heel and starts to leave. There may be more in need of aid.
Target Sparktail     "What ... the blazes...?"

A very confused kobold is set down just to the side of Corona, among everyone else, gazing out from the plateau toward the Union's former HQ. A confused look is given the group, then once he notices the state Njorun's in, and Corona's nod, well, the ranger does the same. "Thank ya, lass... You'll be missed.." he murmurs before looking to Coron and Rebound if she's nearby, "Ah... 'ey, C'rona, Rebs, I'm thinkin we should head back ta Loadstar fer now. You can come along too, Rebs.. Ah think we all need a damn drink.."
Gawain Sir Gawain rides forth, grabbing as many as possible atop his boar Lovell, and ferrying them off to whoever can take them, before continuing. And he continues. And he continues. He has no plans to leave. Part of him expects to die tonight, trying to save everyone possible...but he's lived a long time, and he already died once. It wouldn't be too bad, would it?

But a miracle happens.

As the tree gives her life and dies, Gawain sits atop his boar, staring forward. He closes his eyes, taking a minute to silently pray, and then lets those still on his boar off. And then, he proceeds to check to make sure everyone really is safe, and what he can do regarding medicine.
Yuna Kagurazaka When time resumes, there are tears in Yuna's eyes.

They are not tears of sorrow. Some of them are close to it - tears of regret, at not having realized how truly Njorun was *alive* around them. She should probably have figured it out - Shinto is part of her religious beliefs - but she never even thought of it. But there are also tears of awed joy, being deeply moved by the miracle which just happened.

The first group of her passengers made it to the Mike-maru-go, led to the cruiser by Elner. She hadn't quite made it back to the hangar with the second group, but they're in the cabin, one almost-teenaged boy in the cockpit with her (hey, he had to sit somewhere), and Kirito and Sheena are in the cabin as well.

She spares a moment to whisper a prayer of gratitude to Njorun's departing soul, then brings the cruiser's engines up and sets off towards one of the remaining warpgates, one that's big enough for her ship. She knows where she's going. She knows what she'll have to do in the next couple of days.

And she's sure that Njorun did what the Elites of the Union couldn't: saved EVERYBODY without any exceptions.
Maya Maya was there the day that Njorun was born, she had helped feed magic to get it started, had helped with shaping it and she'd never understood till that moment. It had been a being all of it's own. The crew is stunned as Maya is, she stares for a moment she hears it's message it's thanks and then it's dying act to get everyone clear of the madness. She only watches now like everyone elss as the great tree meets it's end. She'd thought the tree would out live her but this is not the case.

"Thank you and may Thanatos guide your soul to where you should go."

She takes a moment to focus.

"To all ships in formation set course for Septerra, shell two. We will work out where you need to go from there but it should be a safe haven the Ankran navy will be awaiting us with what aid we can."

The world had chanced forever on such a scale it's on par with the unifications.
Kakashi Hatake     'Acceptable losses aren't acceptable. I'm sorry, General. I have to disobey orders. I'll be staying. Even if by doing so I save only one more life, that will be worth it.' That's what a less experienced Kakashi might have said under other circumstances. The years have changed him, but he still puts lives before missions. But he has to evaluate more than just his desire not to let others down. Once upon a time, he tried to put the mission before the lives of his comrades. It cost him. It cost him personally.

    This situation, dire as it is, does not rest all upon his shoulders. There are others. Comrades he can rely on, and support in turn. With their varied abilities, they can put others first AND accomplish their mission. He may not be on a first name basis with every person on Njorun, but that doesn't mean he's willing to throw their lives away due to a lack of convenience in rescuing them. Not having to be in that position makes it easier. And this not being a battle gives him the chance to use his Chakra a bit more freely than he would otherwise. Eye covered once more, he performs the Summoning Technique, calling all of his ninja hounds to the field. They're given a quick set of instructions, and then, accompanied by a Shadow Clone each, they seek out any trapped civilians, using their keen noses and ears to find even the most remote survivors.

    Njorun is a big place. Far more than Kakashi alone, even with all his 'helpers' can manage. But because everyone is working together, in the end, everyone is evacuated. Right? There's still others... Kakashi knows because he can... Feel other people trying to save them. Like he's there with them. Or like he can see them in his mind's eye. The only time he felt this kind of connection of the heart was when he has watched Naruto struggle, and felt that urge to help him get back up when he falls. To stand behind him and support him. Now, it feels like everyone is supporting each other.

    Homes and businesses are having to be left behind, but no person is being abandoned. Everyone together is united in this goal. Strange things happen in times of crisis. Weird clarity and perception of what lies within the hearts of even one's opponents.

    This is different though. If ever there was any question, that is wiped away when the voice begins speaking to Kakashi, his ninja hounds, even overlapping with his Shadow Clones all around. And he knows everyone else is hearing the same thing.

    All is frozen. He is aware of these things, but can not respond. Can not process. Not until afterwards. Not until he is no longer stopped like an insect in amber. Not until everyone is wrapped up in a gentle green embrace and deposited elsewhere. The disruption in his concentration causes his Shadow Clone Technique to collapse, and he is hit with all the shared experiences of them at the same time. A wave of fatigue staggers him, but he remains standing due to the lack of room available.

    Before he can fully evaluated what has just taken place, to put his genius mind to work unraveling the mystery of Njorun's current condition, and that last message from a female voice he didn't recognize and yet was somehow familiar... Reality breaks down further.

    And all is caught up in ripples of reality that distort, come undone, and mend back together. And then they stand before a crater, where Njorun fell. Despite the gift given to them, the Copy Ninja feels an unspeakable sense of loss. It is made worse as he watches the rot spread and consume after the cataclysmic eruption of magma and ash.

    Njorun was not HIS home. But it was A home. And now it--or rather, she--is dead.
Rebound "Jeeze, it's all gone.." Rebound can't help but stand there and watch everything...It's just...In an instant, everything was gone, "Well...I'm kinda glad I based out of NYC." She mutters...If she'd been based out of Nojurn she'd be kinda SOL right now.

She puts a hand on Target's shoulder, "I'll take you up on that offer." She says, quietly, "I'll need a ride though."
Cirra Constantine     Halting in the middle of trying to pry open a metal door when time stops, sometihng speaks to her, and suddenly everyone is whisked away. Staring out from the platue towards the distant scene of Nojurn crashing to the ground. She had no emotional attachment to the station, it's crew or it's purpose.

    But she had to be saved. Again. Someone else had ot sweep in and scoop her up and deliver her to safety.

    "*useless* woman..." Cirra spits out as her fist shakes by her side. That feeling of being powerless over takes her and she clenches her teeth. And the *tree* had to sacrifice itself. Like someone out of the stories of the First War with Chaos. When the Gods laid down their lives to from the plates of Galianda with their bodies.

    She weas never eady for anything like this, despite trying to prepare herself, to better herself, to make sure she was ready to protect the al Cids, her original saviours. In the end all she really was here was one more person the tree's spirit had to teleport away.

    THe Judge makes her way out of the crowd of saviours.
Reiji Arisu                             A kind god has died                            
                           A miracle is made real                          
                            Born of sacred ash.                            

    The warp gate spat him out just in time to lay witness. He appeared not at Njorun's usual exit, but at the edge of the great tree's withering roots. His eyes widen in awe and horror and profound sadness at the end of the Union's living home.

Reiji Arisu stands and watches as an entity of profound power and incredible goodness passes from the world.

    ...There will need to be a ceremony. A memorial. It's only right- it's something he needs to do. If he didn't, there would be no way he could ever call himself a priest. Reiji draws in a breath, taking in the acrid, lingering scent of sulfur and rotting wood and fallen home. Not his- not properly. Only his second, or maybe his third, but a home none-the-less, and the first home to so many here.

"...We have prepared emergency shelters in Tokyo," Reiji thunders suddenly to those gathered. "Gather your families and belongings. We'll take however many we can, until we can find you all permanent homes."

It's as much he can do for now.

...For now.
Ayako Hasekawa     Ayako blinks her eyes as the surroundings suddenly become green bubbled! "Huh? What's going on?" She looks around in confusion and... is transported out by Njorun's last gift. Although... being telepathically deaf has it's disadvantages in having no idea what just happened.

    But still. She delivers her evacuees to Zuihou and then glances back at what's left of Njorun. So much for helping heroes out... Oh. Wait. That's right! She quickly begins flying about to care for and heal the people who were hurt in the evacuation.

    There is still one last thing in the back of her mind, though.

    What is she going to do after?
Richard Stadler Stadler was running operations as quickly as he could, now, pushing as many people over to the helocopters. A few more came in, already on their way with supplies that would never get used, dumped out onto the deck, pulling in fuel that was as good as wasted for the scant few minutes that they had to load as many people as they coyld. AS /many/ people. BUt it simply wasn't enough. Just... not enough time to get even all of Rick's troops out. It sickened him to know that he'd be taking a space on that helicopter when so many people weren't going to, but he had a family... a family he had just seen brought back. And he couldn't, /couldn't die now/.

But it looks like he didn't have to. One moment, he was throwing a Sergeant with a bad knee into a Blackhawk. The next, there was a green flash of light, and then he found himself standing on that platueu, that voice in his head. The same tree he had secretly demonized for so long. Which he expected to swallow him up. That tree saved him.

A few tears were blinked away on his stoic face as he listened, and watched, from that standing point, seeing those helicopters of his, still hovering in the air, as Nojurn is lifted, then falls, broken and dead, onto that crater, the sight of those other worlds maddening before everything is stopped. Everything is silent, that sick, renewing smell of burnning compost filling the air.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I had thought about you. About that... paranoia that follows me. You deserved better than that." His voice was quiet, but it felt like something he had to say now, out loud, at this gravestone. "Thank you. For everything. And... goodbye."

A few more moments of silence, before he turns to see the corporal, his radio operator, somehow still beside him, quiet and pale. His hand reaches out, and she places the handset in it. "All right, people. This is X-Ray 6-1. We are engaging in contingency Bravo. Alpha. Six. Niner. Too. People that know that number tell the people that don't. Evacuate wounded and material back to Maryland. First officer in comms gets the Pentagon. We've got jobs to do, people. Carry them out."
Amalthea     It's insane. It's a nightmare- an event that should not be happening, but it is. And in the midst of it all Amalthea is just one person. Try as she might to lead others to safety, for all her efforts, and all the efforts of everyone she knows coming together to abate the destruction and loss of life, there is no doubt in her mind... In this storybook, this is the chapter where people get hurt.
    This is the chapter where people die.
    But that doesn't stop her- she goes back where she can, but there's just too much. ... But as long as her heart beats, she doesn't stop. As long as she has hope, she would continue until her body breaks and beyond.
    It doesn't come to pass. In one instant everything stops dead, and she hears a voice... One she had never heard before and yet sounded so familiar anyway.
    And then it all ends. She's elsewhere, surrounded by people, as still as a statue, watching Njorun fall in awed silence.
Cecily      She'd waited too long. Taken too long. Cecily was awaiting the last six to get aboard, prepped and ready to fly with the load of other refugees packed into a cargo container. And then it happened. Time stopped. She heard a voice. Saw images. And her vision was filled with green for precious seconds. Seconds that resumed once more in midair, away from the rapidly rotting 'world tree'. Control of the aircraft still hers, she numbly plotted a course towards Soryuu, mumbling into the radio with tears unbidden rolling down her cheeks. All souls safely aboard, at the least.

     Coordinating her landing on the carrier, she gingerly sets the container down and disconnects it before bringing the bird down next to it. The pregnant pause as the container is pulled open gives way to a murmur of joy and relief, though Cecily herself feels a little numb, staring off towards the crater with a heavy heart. Her ears ring, folding flat against her head, hearing her own heartbeat and the soft whine of the nearby helicopter's rotors spinning down.

     It was done. Still a fresh face in the Multiversal community by most standards, and still even more unsure of where to go and what to do. At least she'd helped, if the worst had truly happened, and a smile tugs at the edges of her lips as gentle hands clasp her shoulders and clap her on the back, the relieved refugees. She'd still do good things. ...and possibly need to rebuild her shop. Again.
Jeannette Thompson Jeannette's sailors and Marines are few in number; Not all of them were hers, either. It was the standard smattering any NationState had in a large diplomatic city like this, enough to support it's coordination operations... but she was the senior officer here, today. And that made all of this her responsibility. She needed to get that fighter out, yes. Needed to escape with what was part of her. But cybernetics were wonderous, and her mind flew past various communications, positions, resources, as her body worked on autopilot. Leaping over wings and around trucks, running twoard the shining beacon displayed on her retinea.

<<We don't have a lot of time. Dispatch to /Resolve/ once you can; we're light on space and we're meant for it. Cruisers next, then destroyers. As soon as a Captain calls full, we are heading toward Hikari to meet up with the remainder. Hospital ship is en route. Tend to your people.>>

And there the fighter was, next to a Cessna 50 years older of it with it's wings snapped off. The cockpit slide open at a mental probing, the connection jacked into her skull, the engines revving...

And then she went from the hanger to the air around the great tree. Her mind distracted, paralyzed by that girlish voice and the miracle that had occured. Something. Something would remain from this, but that would mean.... She had a unique vantage point, compared to those on the Plauteu. Looking through clear canopy flecking itself with ash at the world that showed themselves, the tree that fell, and burned. And died.

It was a shock. Something she silently watched, circling the site for a few moments. Minutes. Hours. Time was for something else. BUt eventually, the gnawing feedback need for fuel, for communication was at her head. A quick look up. Her people had been evacuated. Loaded onto ships. Overloaded, as the ships steamed slowly away to the warpgate. Her fighter joined them, leaving those here with what they had.

And as the comms fall into static outside of the Squadron net, she felt something she hadn't felt for years. Graduating high school, leaving structure, planning, to... something. Something she did not know, a maw that terrified her then. There was less terror now. Less... panic. More planning. But the question remained. What would she do now?