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The sun was setting in the land of Ling Ling, and the Spartans, few true disciples of Valkorsia - most venerable savior - were hurrying through the dark, cavernous depths of Detorid. What started as wolves became mere mice, for we were running in fear of what came. A locomotive mass of rage followed our group at heel; bringing forth the warp tunnels of traffic control. We dare not look back too soon, for fear of losing a single splinter of time to mere curiosity. Roaring through the pipe systems gate-to-gate, we clutched our loot, only praying that the righteousness of having Valkorsia - most honourable leader - by our side, would spare us from the burning rage of 10,000 angry Fraternity nerds in small tackle.
Hope was all but gone, and had it not been for warp acceleration percentages, many lives would be lost to the savage hunger for retribution that cascaded behind us. Prayers and church sounds filled the atmosphere of comms; hymns of defensive bubbles were heard.
Ahura the Esteemed did call out: “O’ Valkorsia, most dignified, acclaimed of Spartans, What of you!? Are you with your spear?” Transcript: ‘Valk where the fuck are you? We need you to put stop bubbles behind us’
On the crest of his echo, a silent but terrible tremble in the group was felt. We paused. Space fell calm and the winds of our impending death had settled, as though extinguished by the trail of our warp. We had made it, alas, the regional gate. The physical vessel of the omnipresent Valkorsia - the God-King - was nowhere to be seen.
T’was then when Valkorsia spoke to us from the far reaches of space: “Go now disciples, I have held back our Doom from you all, the prophets have foretold that I must do this in order to save my kin” Transcript: ‘Go! I have them bubbled on the in-gate with me’
The honour of such events is simply inarticulable, we begged for our Lord Valkorsia - most revered - to return to us and risk all our deaths to save the one that mattered. Yet, after many tears, the Disciples knew that 30 seconds is more than enough time for a Sabre to make a 30AU warp. We took the gate and left, with the additional burden of heavy hearts.
Mellisa, distinguished hunter then did exclaim to the group: “Brothers, however will we cope with such a loss? The Great One is gone! We didn’t deserve such fate” Transcript: ‘What do you mean you were bubbling them on your gate? We said out-gate Valk, fuck’
Thence would the Spartans resolve their qualms and return Home to the Krablands to lick their wounds.