Sep 15, 2019 5:46 AM
audrey, not teah, in federation
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She bites the inside of her lip, hard. 

There are still people out there who she could do something for. A word, a clasped hand, anything. She’s not done yet.

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She takes three long strides to the door, and flings it open.

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There's a number of people outside.

Jean is wrapped around his sister, who's sitting on the floor, holding him and stroking his hair and, very quietly, crying into it. Flambeau is visible through the open door, outside, looking up at the sky. Two women are kissing. Another is having a panic attack in a corner. Two men and a woman are bent over consoles, intently focused, holding hands in between typing. A woman is talking into her communicator with the calm of bone-deep terror.

(And someone is still screaming, in the distance.)

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... she doesn’t have the skill for this. 

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She finds herself standing next to Flambeau. 

“How will it happen?” she asks. Her tone is almost conversational.

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"It depends how near us it hits. We don't know precisely enough to be sure. But very quickly, either way. If you aren't watching the sky, you'll never know."

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"...I think I'd like to see it."

She looks up, and waits.

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It's a bright streak, when it comes, like a falling star, only visible for a fraction of a second --

-- and then an earthquake, and an unspeakably loud noise --

 

-- and then there's a wall of greengreengreen rushing at her like a breaking wave, almost too fast for the eye to follow --

 

-- and just as quickly it's past her and out of sight in the other direction.

 

 

There's grass everywhere, and creeping plants, bushes and shrubbery, and a river not far away, where before there had only been rock and dust. There's flowers blooming, and vines on the walls of the buildings, and the faint noises of insects.

The plants are still growing, though it takes a moment to see it, now -- tendrils reaching out just quickly enough to be seen, most of them, leaves unfurling, fruits swelling and ripening. A few are growing faster, young trees climbing steadily upwards.

The air is clear and cool, and smells faintly of grass.

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"To be clear, that is not what was supposed to happen."

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"What even was supposed to happen? Is this weapon a, a - a repurposed terraforming device??"

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"Not even repurposed, really. That was their excuse for dropping it on a planet of people. Terraforming, not murder."

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"...it looks like they got what they said they wanted. You're sure this device is as dangerous as you say? Have they used it before?"

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"Yes; dozens of times. This result is ... inexplicable."

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She glances over her shoulder at where Jean and Zari were huddled. 

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Jean is staring blankly out the door, at the new expanse of greenery; Zari, holding tightly to him, has her eyes closed and is taking deep breaths.

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She takes a deep breath, turns, walks in and sits down next to them. 

She meets Jean’s gaze. 

“Several million people just didn’t die when they expected to. Some will have done things they’re going to regret - and whoever sent that bomb is going to want to try again. If I could do this alone I would, but I’m centuries out of date. This world needs you. You, specifically. Stop being shocked and tell me what I need to do.”

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Zari's the one brought out of her reverie by this.

"I appreciate you are trying to help," she says, carefully, "but that is not helping."

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She takes a breath. 

She opens her mouth. 

She closes it. 

“...I’ve been terribly rude, I apologize, I’ll find - somewhere else.” 

She moves to leave.

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"--hey, hey, it's okay, you don't have to go -- would you also like a hug, I seem to be giving them out."

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“Nothankyouthanksbye.” 

She flees, as best she can in this place she’s never been.

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...oops.

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The next room is a comfortably arranged sitting room. There's a couch and overstuffed armchairs and a coffee table and some kind of boxy device occupying most of one wall with a shelf of mismatched mugs next to it.

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She slows momentarily at the sight of the cozy armchairs, then decides she’d prefer to have a bit more distance than one door.

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The next room is -- probably a kitchen? There's a larger boxy thing that actually does occupy a whole wall, and a table and chairs and a sink and counters and a waste disposal chute.

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