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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. pvssyr 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. [censored].
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.