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THERE IS A FOURTH KIND OF PHILOSOPHY THAT USES NOTHING BUT DISBELIEF
SUNBIRD 1 FIRST OFFICER (O.C.)
NUMIDIUM IN RANGE!
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SPLASH: As Page 1, but pixelated and distorted into a mess of color. Chatter ERUPTS from radios, tokboxes, mirror-makes, and the dreaming sense-net that covers the launch era’s perimeter.
ZIGGURAT-CLASS MOTHSHIP (O.C.)
Shunting Ghost Choir 9 is fail. Repeat: GC9 is vaped. Dracatastrophe in seventeen negaseconds--
MIRROR-MAKE (O.C.)
THALM[OR] MIRROR-MAKES ARE UP. BLESS US OUR BENDS.
SUNBIRD 2 SCRIBE (O.C.)
NVN Ziggurwraith Never Here In the First Place, its world-refusals have negated negation. Sensineers recommend that you do not sleeve. Repeat--
UNKNOWN TOKBOX (O.C.)
Refugees, remain calm/alm/alm--
SUNBIRD 1 FIRST OFFICER (O.C.)
NUMIDIUM OUT OF RANGE! WHAT IS IT--
ZIGGURAT-CLASS MOTHSHIP (O.C.)
Acknowledge receipt of message, SMIS Zero Method Zero, but my orders stand. NVN Ziggurwraith Never Here In the First Place is sleeving for Mundus Redundant.
SWARM-HUNTER SQUAD LEADER (O.C.)
Attack formation and dreamshields double-front. We’re going in, people. Watch your 10th-Era descendents show you how it’s--
MIRROR-MAKE (O.C.)
SWARM-HUNTERS NO LONGER REGISTER IN MEMORY. FUCK.
PIC 2: As Pic 1, but a khajiit has tripped up in the scramble. Thalmor Soldier 2 moves to help him up.
INDORIL SOLDIER
The Armigers cannot join them. The Alma has rerouted them to the fundamengines.
KHAJIIT
Oof
THALMOR SOLDIER 2
Take my hand, kinsmer. Back on your feet. We’re almost go for launch and we’re leaving no one behind.
PIC 3: As Pics 1 and 2, but all Thalmor soldiers have vanished into pixel scratch. The khajiit refugee looks on in fear at the one that helped him.
KHAJIIT
W-what just..?
MIRROR-MAKE (O.C.)
NUMIDIUM BOMBARDMENT: ANCESTROSCYTHE: ALTMERI.
INDORIL SOLDIER
We’ve been breached!
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PIC 1: We’re looking upwards as the ceiling to the corridor smashes open, stone debris falling towards the refugees and the guards in a star of smoke.
SFX: DUUMM!
INDORIL SOLDIER
GET DOWN!
PIC 2: The smoke fades into open sky, jagged at the edges with broken stone. The gigantic form of Numidium looks down at all of us, death-by-erasure in its eyes.
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PIC 1: As Page 4, inside the Wonderweir corridor, figures dark in the rising dust and the shadow of Numidium above. Cracked stone debris is everywhere. Steam shoots dust-swirls into the scene from busted brass pipes.
INDORIL SOLDIER
Indoril S-selmeth koff to Wonderweir Actual: launch. We c-cannot--
PIC 2: As Pic 1, but sunlight bursts through. The Indoril Soldier is being helped up by a few refugees now. A booming voice comes from the other side of the breach above them.
NEREVARINE (O.C.)
BELAY THAT, ACTUAL. WAIT FOR EVERYONE. I’LL TAKE THE NUMIDIUM.
PIC 3: All present look to the source of the voice.
KHAJIIT
There are two of them now?!?
REFUGEE 1
The Sharmat? Akula--
REFUGEE 2
No, the Nerevarine!
INDORIL SOLDIER
HORTATOR.
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PIC 1: Through the breach, the gigantic form of Akulakhan looks down at all of us, unreadable hope in its eyes. Its third eye is open, with the barely discernable head of the Nerevarine serving as its pilot, the gender and race either indistinct or, if you prefer to render it this way: simply just "quantum-vibrating" too fast to tell.
Nerevarine
STAND DOWN, MY SWEET NUMIDIUM, OR I SWEAR BY THE FIFTENN-AND-ONE GOLDEN TONES I WILL KILL YOU AND ALL YOUR PEOPLE.
PIC 2: Inside the corridor, the refugees begin to run off-camera.
MIRROR-MAKE (O.C)
WE HAVE THE PAUSE WE NEED. THANK YOU, LORD NEREVAR. LAUNCHING IN 5. 4. 3. 2.
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SPLASH: As Page 1, as the tip of the Wonderweir takes lift off into the heavens. The two giant demigods are both caught frozen in mid-punch, like kaiju-killers about to pound each other into hell.
NEREVARINE (O.C.)
GO.
