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Thu Sep 29, 2011 9:22 pm
Within the Crater
*Soon.
Soon the prize would be gathered.
She sat alone. Alone as always. Always unmoving.
Her visor stared forward into nothingness. She was the defender of this place; she was the protector of the Seed's grave. She was the Guardian.
Her role was clear: protect the Spread. The other agents were out furthering it. They were helping take the galaxy under the control of its rightful owners, one step at a time. But there was always the chance that someone would be able to push them back. To hammer them into submission.
But the agents would come here. When threatened on hostile worlds, when faced with imminent destruction, when in desperate times, its brethren would return here. For here, the Guardian reigned supreme. In this Crater, she would not be destroyed. And all those she protected would be safe while she lived.
Even the ones who felt so different, were still brethren.. in a way.*
Soon the prize would be gathered.
She sat alone. Alone as always. Always unmoving.
Her visor stared forward into nothingness. She was the defender of this place; she was the protector of the Seed's grave. She was the Guardian.
Her role was clear: protect the Spread. The other agents were out furthering it. They were helping take the galaxy under the control of its rightful owners, one step at a time. But there was always the chance that someone would be able to push them back. To hammer them into submission.
But the agents would come here. When threatened on hostile worlds, when faced with imminent destruction, when in desperate times, its brethren would return here. For here, the Guardian reigned supreme. In this Crater, she would not be destroyed. And all those she protected would be safe while she lived.
Even the ones who felt so different, were still brethren.. in a way.*