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Oct. 2nd, 2005 08:59 pmThe Blue Sun Corporation has many secrets; it knows things about the 'verse that no one else knows.
It doesn't know everything.
Only the oldest Core cities are old enough to have an Underside, but it grows every year. And hidden among the colony ships of Earth-that-was were the heavily charmed Wizarding ships.
Most of them settled on their own planets, Unplottable to Alliance instruments, but there are a few Wizarding outposts in hiding on larger planets.
Planets like New Vanderbilt.
Sunset. Eloise Finch-Fletchley, the Wizarding Planetary Governor of New Vanderbilt regards the dome of the Blue Sun Tech Research Center of Dyton Colony, gleaming in the distance. "Is the spell ready, Mr. Rydell?"
The other wizard--he's dressed all in black--nods. "The circle's formed in Dyton Below, and the Wizengamut's given its approval. It's in your hands, Governor."
She nods. "And the Sharply Worded Note?"
"Mr. Mallory will find it on his desk in the morning."
She nods again. "Then destroy it; their machine and whatever Dark artefact they have powering it." She shudders. "I can feel it from here."
He nods, draws his wand, and lets the power flow through him. Dozens of Aurors are assembled, and he feels that power thrumming through him; he's lifted on it, seeing himself from outside, his hand rising, wand pointing, mouth moving.
"In Altum Toller...
He's just a disinterested observer, caught in the tension between the power assembled in back of him and the Dark thing he's aiming it at.
There's so much of it. And it's not--the scary thing is, I'm not sure it's going to be enough.
"Nimis Exaltatus..."
The Darkness calls to him, and the promise of power. Family, he thinks, and lets it all go.
"Descendo Minoratus..."
A flare of light shoots from the wand, and he sways on his feet; for a moment the Center is bound in a shimmering aura of eye-twisting color.
"Funditus Mortificatus!"
For a moment, it almost isn't enough; and then a crack forms, shivering down the side of the Blue Sun, and then it shatters like the fragile glass orb it appears to be, a swirling impotent cloud of glitter.
After that it happens very quickly.
Two wizards watching a wash of colors along the sky, where the Tech Center used to be. The Planetary Governor helps the Auror to his feet.
"That. was. something, Mister-- well, what is your first name?"
"Bird." At her questioning look, "It's a family name."
"Bird. That was a terrifying thing to see."
Silence for a long moment. "That was a terrifying thing to do." He shivers. "Had to be done."
"Yes. Yes." She sighs. "The portals will work again? Apparition, Opening, the Floo Networks, everything?"
He nods. "That's what the tech wizards tell us. Apparition should be working again already; stable portals like the Floo Networks and Portkeys will be functional in a day or two."
He turns away from the aurora; she watches a little longer. "It had to be done. But now that we've done it." She shivers.
"What?"
"Nothing. Let's get out of their world."
It doesn't know everything.
Only the oldest Core cities are old enough to have an Underside, but it grows every year. And hidden among the colony ships of Earth-that-was were the heavily charmed Wizarding ships.
Most of them settled on their own planets, Unplottable to Alliance instruments, but there are a few Wizarding outposts in hiding on larger planets.
Planets like New Vanderbilt.
Sunset. Eloise Finch-Fletchley, the Wizarding Planetary Governor of New Vanderbilt regards the dome of the Blue Sun Tech Research Center of Dyton Colony, gleaming in the distance. "Is the spell ready, Mr. Rydell?"
The other wizard--he's dressed all in black--nods. "The circle's formed in Dyton Below, and the Wizengamut's given its approval. It's in your hands, Governor."
She nods. "And the Sharply Worded Note?"
"Mr. Mallory will find it on his desk in the morning."
She nods again. "Then destroy it; their machine and whatever Dark artefact they have powering it." She shudders. "I can feel it from here."
He nods, draws his wand, and lets the power flow through him. Dozens of Aurors are assembled, and he feels that power thrumming through him; he's lifted on it, seeing himself from outside, his hand rising, wand pointing, mouth moving.
"In Altum Toller...
He's just a disinterested observer, caught in the tension between the power assembled in back of him and the Dark thing he's aiming it at.
There's so much of it. And it's not--the scary thing is, I'm not sure it's going to be enough.
"Nimis Exaltatus..."
The Darkness calls to him, and the promise of power. Family, he thinks, and lets it all go.
"Descendo Minoratus..."
A flare of light shoots from the wand, and he sways on his feet; for a moment the Center is bound in a shimmering aura of eye-twisting color.
"Funditus Mortificatus!"
For a moment, it almost isn't enough; and then a crack forms, shivering down the side of the Blue Sun, and then it shatters like the fragile glass orb it appears to be, a swirling impotent cloud of glitter.
After that it happens very quickly.
Two wizards watching a wash of colors along the sky, where the Tech Center used to be. The Planetary Governor helps the Auror to his feet.
"That. was. something, Mister-- well, what is your first name?"
"Bird." At her questioning look, "It's a family name."
"Bird. That was a terrifying thing to see."
Silence for a long moment. "That was a terrifying thing to do." He shivers. "Had to be done."
"Yes. Yes." She sighs. "The portals will work again? Apparition, Opening, the Floo Networks, everything?"
He nods. "That's what the tech wizards tell us. Apparition should be working again already; stable portals like the Floo Networks and Portkeys will be functional in a day or two."
He turns away from the aurora; she watches a little longer. "It had to be done. But now that we've done it." She shivers.
"What?"
"Nothing. Let's get out of their world."
