525 I (1/2)
He scribbled phrases from the Faith's canon onto the sides of the deadly rockets while chanting along with a few other Ordnance men of the Faith. ”Hail Fire Pawer! The More... the Merrier! Hehehehe!”
The rest of the Ordnance men on the elevator watched their antics with interest, some even nodding in agreement to their chants. The armoured roof slowly swung open as the elevator reached the top and sunlight flooded in. The red jackets started to wheel and push the racks of rockets to their holding areas but suddenly, Racky paused in his actions. His large puffy eyes bugled out as if he was suffering from a heart attack as he clutched his chest, crumpling his jacket and shirt.
The others halted in their actions and quickly ran over in concern and supported him against the rack of rockets. ”Racky? You okay?”
”My... chest!” Racky gasped in pain. ”I... I can feel it!”
”Feel what?” The rest of the Ordnance men was confused. ”You need a medic?”
”No!” Racky stood up wobbly. ”I have to find it!”
”Find what?” Racky's words were confusing everyone. ”You better get to the med bay for a check up!”
”No check up! Racky fine!” Racky started heading towards the central superstructure. ”It's calling me! I got to go!”
With that Racky ran off towards the hatch leaving behind the rest scratching their heads. ”Goblins... crazy as always...”
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UNS Vengeance, Battleship Central, Magic Converter Array Room
Magister Thorn hammered the red button hard, but something was wrong. The supposed ejection mechanism did not work as the containment unit was still sitting inside the sealed room. The mage techs all had a look of terror in their faces as they watched Magister Thorn mashed the button again and again.
Sweat dripped down from Magister Thorn's head as he gave up trying to jettison the containment unit. Instead, he turned to the mage techs around him and quickly ordered. ”Use whatever ice spells you all know to quickly cool down the dungeon core! Or it will cause a catastrophic disaster to the ship!”
The dozen mage techs inside the Magic Converter Array Room quickly followed Magister Thorn's commands. The fire retardant was still spraying a cloud of foam which barely slowed the fast rising temperature of the dungeon core. The sealing case has long melted away and revealed an eye searing glow from within the cloud of foam.
Ice crystals started to form in the air but they quickly turned into pools of warm water, yet the mage techs did not give up as they continued to recast their spells. Magister Thorn assisted as much as he could, channelling spell after spell to keep the heat at bay.
Damage control parties came rushing in to support, carrying rolls of hoses that were connected to water pumps and started hosing the containment unit and the decks started to get flooded with warm water.
Mage techs dressed in protective gear started heading towards the manual overrides for the jettison mechanism under the spray of seawater and ice spells. Using socket wrenches, they worked the cranks, turning the ejection bay doors under the containment unit open inch by inch.
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For an unknown amount of time, It has known darkness. The once bright and beautiful surging flames and heat had disappeared when It was cast into the between with the Others. It had embraced the cold and darkness, unlike the Others whose rage It could feel even in the void. But time won in the end, and even emotions turned cold in the darkness.
It slept, conserving what remaining power It has left and over time, It was forgotten as It drifted in the void. But suddenly, It had woke up. Something stirred in the void, calling It and as It slowly regained clarity, It found a tiny thread of divinity had burrowed into its divine spark. Something was calling It and the power was tickling into Its divine spark and nourishing it.
The amount of power was masculine, like a tiny drop of water in a dried up ocean, but divine power was power, no matter how small the offerings were. The tiny drop of divinity had made It come out of Its deep sleep. The cold and darkness of the void made It scared as It was blind and It's power depleted and the long sleep had made Its memories too fragmented for It to understand and remember anything.
Like a newborn baby, It reached out to the only thing that gave it comfort and warmth, the tiny thread that was linked to its divinity. It followed the thread blindly, wanting to depart from the cold and terrible void. Suddenly, It felt something blocking its path, making It unable to follow the link.
It could feel a soft barrier blocking Its way and no matter how hard It tried to claw or rip at the barrier, It could not remove it. For the first time after aeons, It found frustration. It continued to try to force Its way through, clutching as hard as It could to the only lifeline It had.
The tiny flow of divinity within the link suddenly increased a tiny fold and that amount of power actually gave It enough strength to actually break through the barrier before It! Suddenly, It found Itself able to continue on, and It hurriedly followed the link.
Faster! It urged Itself, as It sped through the void and slowly, a glow appeared before It and suddenly, It found Itself in a world of brightness and warmth.