Homeworld Visit: 29th January 2021 (Backdate)


"Athalia, I won't lie this looks...bad," Namielle sounded muted as she regarded the monolith she had been brought to. She had listened to each and every thing he had told her upon his return from the planet. From the moment in which he had begun to discuss his concerns, to mention the sudden reversal of his 'influence' on the planet. It had all sounded rather bizarre and unheard of, but given her memory had been all but sealed away, that didn't mean it had never happened before, she just couldn't recall it.

They had spent several hours at least attempting to trawl through the Moon's great libraries when they had been available to them and even then, despite its extensive knowledge, neither she or Athalia had been able to uncover anything of particular use. Again, it could take a year to truly sort through everything that existed in that library and there was every possibility that an answer was there but in a single night it wasn't feasible.

Having left defeated the pair had been left with no other option than to ruminate on the matter. It had been a few days later that the Mauvian had then suggested that she see the monolith for herself nad perhaps it might jog her memory. Now that she was here though, nothing was forthcoming other than an overwhelming sense of dread. Something in her gut told her that whatever the Athalians had done had been abrupt, brutal and most definitely necessary to protect them.

...What that was though?

Truthfully she couldn't quite put her paw on it as she stepped closer to the Monolith and gazed across the brutalised structure. What had once been polished and marbelesque was now sundered, burnished and crumbling. They had thrown everything they had at this thing and all they had achieved was isolation. She could at least determine that Athalia's assumptions appeared to be correct in that respect, they had taken action that hadn't 'stopped' the source of the problem as the 'pain' was very much present, but its ability to damage what was nearby (other than its immediate radius) had been restricted.

That did pose the question as to what these mega structures were for and the purpose they truly served on the planet though. Could she possibly be looking at something that utilized leylines. It was purely speculation on her part but millenia ago both technology and magic had been very different. Societies functioned in various capacities and while Athalia had openly admitted his species had not been technologically advanced he had said nothing about magic.

Intriguing, though not something she could ponder over now when whatever was happening was already causing incredible damage. She had seen this world only months ago and during that period it had been so much healthier. She understood what he'd meant when he said it was dying.

"You don't need to lie," The senshi replied grimly as he joined her. He regarded the monolith with something bordering on concern. Suffice to say that over the year that he had been cultivating his homeworld he had grown attached to it. He was protective of the limited life that had sprung up in recognition of his rebirth. Before his very eyes what was one dead had risen from the ashes and greeted him with enthusiasm to show him that it had been waiting. When he had needed it the planet had responded, though not directly a Mauvian had found him in his hour of greatest need and with a wave of that pen power had flowed through him.

That Mauvian and this planet had saved his life and by extension, introduced him to a universe of almost infinite possibilities. Everything he had known had changed that day and while he had been naive to the true cost of the war he had been thrust in to, he had begun to understand the weight of responsibility as the planet had flourished; and by extension, so had he.

"It really is dying," he stated. He flicked his gaze down to the Mauvian briefly before returning it to the monolith. He was growing used to the unpleasant prickling in his limbs, he had greater priorities at the moment, but that didn't mean he would have preferred to find a way to turn that off.

"I just need to understand why and find out how to stop it," he continued and released a sigh. "But I'm running out of time and if those shard storms return any time soon they will destroy everything."

"And I'm assuming you haven't found a way to predict them?" The Mauvian queried.

"I am neither a meteorologist or a true Athalian," he shook his head. "It seems like they knew how even if I don't," he admitted. "I haven't seen enough to know if there was a pattern to them, if they're seasonal, if there are any signs... The only memory I have had simply indicated that he knew it was coming. That I knew it was coming," he explained.

"Wonderful," Namielle drawled, she wouldn't bother pretending that this was useful.

"Not useful, I appreciate," he smiled bitterly.

"Athalian from everything you have told me about your world, it only sprung to life because you were here. Every time you stepped foot on this planet it got stronger, that would imply that you and it are intimately linked."

"That would be a valid observation," he confirmed.

"We need to keep you away from this world until we can understand exactly what's happening," she said at last. "Maybe if you don't appear for a while the link will weaken and by extension, whatever is happening will slow down for now," she continued. "We can spend more time in the library and explore our options. There has to be something there, I'm doubtful that this hasn't been seen before, we just need to find it."

"We can only visit that library once a month Namielle," Athalia pointed out coolly.

"Which means it is in your best interests that you don't come back for several months if possible," she replied. "Short of a miracle, we won't find your answer without research and right now we have no other options," she pointed out.

His facial expression seemed to indicate he wasn't sold, but then at last -

"I will need to gather some of my things. If we need for me to be completely disconnected from the planet then I assume that everything with my 'essence' on it will have to come with me."

"It's highly likely even if I can't give you a firm answer," Namielle agreed.

He nodded, albeit slowly.

"I'll get started then," his tone unreadable at that point. "This will take more than a single trip, but I'll get it done." He confirmed and motioned to her. "I'm assuming you can get yourself home?"

"I can," she confirmed with a sad smile. "I'll let you get started, for now I'll see if I can find anything in our scrambled database too. It won't be perfect, but it might be something," she added. Admittedly she wouldn't be able to access everything from home, some things were limited, but any small scrap of information would be of use. With that in mind she soon disappeared courtesy of her own little ear piece leaving Athalia to his own devices.

He would remain for some time to gather the things he could carry on his person and place the rest in his pocket. Given the supplies and utensils he had left on the planet it would likely take one or two more trips, but he would remove every last part of 'him' that he could.

...And then he would pray that the shard storms didn't come in his absence.

Words:
Namielle: 759
Athalia: 536