"Forgotten" -- The Conclusion! *Part Two"
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jla_watchtowerDegaton's command ship -- a warship appropriated from the Warlords of Okaara -- hovers, like the rest of Vanishing Point, in a temporal "pocket." To do so otherwise would risk sliding into the future ... into the last remaining moments of the universe.
Consequently, the battle outside of his window is happening entirely at one precise instant ... a moment literally frozen in time. Degaton throws back his head. Sometimes temporal mechanics leave even his head hurting.
The soldiers and engineers around him are impassive, but the man himself is pensive, concerned at the raging war.
"How did Hunter raise an army so quickly?" he muses, but no one dares answer, nor does he expect them to. "No matter. Our forces are inside Vanishing Point, and when it is mine, we can execute the last chronal alterations ... stabilize the altered timelines into one coherent series of events. Rewrite history in my image."
HAIL DEGATON! the soldiers shout on cue. And at that, Degaton smiles.
"Yes," he says. "Hail Degaton. ... And if Hunter and his allies win."
He shrugs.
"There's always the backup plan."
There is no cheering at that. Indeed, the soldiers seem chilled to the bone.
Consequently, the battle outside of his window is happening entirely at one precise instant ... a moment literally frozen in time. Degaton throws back his head. Sometimes temporal mechanics leave even his head hurting.
The soldiers and engineers around him are impassive, but the man himself is pensive, concerned at the raging war.
"How did Hunter raise an army so quickly?" he muses, but no one dares answer, nor does he expect them to. "No matter. Our forces are inside Vanishing Point, and when it is mine, we can execute the last chronal alterations ... stabilize the altered timelines into one coherent series of events. Rewrite history in my image."
HAIL DEGATON! the soldiers shout on cue. And at that, Degaton smiles.
"Yes," he says. "Hail Degaton. ... And if Hunter and his allies win."
He shrugs.
"There's always the backup plan."
There is no cheering at that. Indeed, the soldiers seem chilled to the bone.
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Date: 2007-07-25 05:45 am (UTC)Dr. Mid-Nite looks at the flickering form, a stubborn patient refusing treatment.
He knows he should protest against this move, stress how painful that wound is going to continue to be.
But he's also bound to respect the wishes of the patient... and he finds it difficult to want to persist.
"So be it."
But he's resolved not to look away.
He will watch this man die, if that's how the bastard wants it.
Not a proud day for the Hippocratic Oath.