The Lighthouse
Afternoon
“Yes, just came from class,” Astral told Hex. “Well, back down, I guess,” she said with a wry smile.
After the exchange, Pseudo actually turns to regard the late heroine and it seems as if he is about to say something. However as Astral and the Grue lock eyes both freeze in place and remain motionless.
[sblock="Astral"]As you lock eyes with Pseudo it is as if you zoom in on one of his pupils and it begins to grow. The Lighthouse and everyone in it fades away as you are swallowed by the ever-expanding void, until it becomes the vast expanse of outer space. You panic for a moment as you float there, weightless. Until you realize that you have been sucked into the Mind of the Alien Hero.
In the distance, you see amidst the sea of stars a metallic shape that grows bigger until it forms the shape of a vast Alien Starship. Suddenly you are inside that ship standing among hundreds, no THOUSANDS of birthing pods. With whirs of machinery and hisses of steam, one by one the pods start to hatch. Grue drones begin to emerge, Similiar looking to Pseudo, but each without a face, or even a self-identity.
Years pass in an instant, countless planets are overrun at the behest of the Meta-Mind; the hive intelligence that controls the Grue race.
The enormity of the Meta-Mind; its vast intellect and power is palpable and the very memory of it threatens to overwhelm Astral. But there is something comforting, something safe about being a part of the Grue Unity...it felt like...Family!
Just as the last vestiges of Heather's sense of self-identity begins to slip away Pseudo appears.
"NO!" he yells and in the psi-scape of his mind his hands grow to an enourmous size and he scoops Astral away in his palms and places her in a green field filled with wildflowers. Another, safer, memory of the Grue Hero. Heather feels a wave of utter and complete loneliness as she is cut off from the Unity.[/sblock]
The two stay there not moving, their gazes locked for long moments. Both totally unresponsive to anyone until the finally both fall into a heap.
"Don't worry, you only missed the Tarantula staggering around like a wide-eyed child at the space station for the thirteenth time today," Kevin – the Mystic Fist – quips in passing to Astral. [/SECTION]
