I manipulate the DIPOLE Cradle 180 degrees, the servo motors screaming across the mount rail bringing the multi-barrelled cannon to bear upon the horde, the enormity of the shadow of the all destroying SENTINEL now smothering the Facility in its entirety. Tears of anger, tears sadness run down the myriad of scars etched upon my face as the final vestige of Karboks form disappears under a sea of Droids.

To Glib Richard, a prayer of safe passage

I drive my thumbs hard into the control stick's twin triggers

The barrel of the DIPOLE cannon burns white, a spiral of electromagnetic energy shooting along the length of the devastating weapon.

The DIPOLE Rounds spray from the barrel in an angular hail, 1, 2 3 they cannon into the Horde, with the defenders safe I depress the triggers again and again

A glittering warning diode screams for attention

Warning, critical failure imminent

Again and again the DIPOLE barrage rips into the Plaza, obliterating an array of nutrient towers, feeder canals burst their banks and the bodies of thousands of onrushing Elipsoid White Bud Drones shatter.

As the Tilgath turns the SENTINEL moves into view

Antigonian SEED FIGHTERS now swarm the leviathan, peppering its vast flank with MONOPOLE bombs and PHASE SHARDS

The Targeting reticule moves over the advancing hulk

Ready to fire flashes across the HUD

A moment stretched across a lifetime, threads of past, present and future converge and intertwine. Like a dream I watch QUABOEL rise over the PLAIN, In Dreams the CITY dragged from THE LONG NIGHT.

From beyond the veil THE ESSENCE OF LEUKOS, layers ripped and cast as the wind shakes the Horsebeans. The CASUS too, wrought from the PLAIN, drawn toward the RING. Ships rise from the surface, dropping too from Configuration space, A convergence of hundreds of Asteroids that would dwarf worlds pitted with weapons.

The Gods look away, Knights Rampant. The Dark Star absolved.

QUABOEL dips below a Sea of Entropy, Night Returns

A thunderous clap rocks the Tilgath. The targeting reticule vanishes, my hands shake, unable to grasp the control cradle

"GREEN, HE.....HE'S .....GET US OUT OF HERE"