Fate, Luck or Divine Providence?

From the Story Arc: Who Cares For The Healer?

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(posted Friday, June 24, 2005)

>>These events happen the day before the finale of Phoenix Rising<<

"I have two things I can tell you. I hope you can use them.

First, try the Crey Power Tank, don't smash the backpack. And I think the Cryo Tank relays are also what you are looking for.

Second, try looking in the wall safe inside the third lab on the second level. You might be surprsed what is in there You are not too squeamish. When you find it, drag the scientist wearing the Oxford tie over to it---St Peter's College---and press his right hand to the access pad. That will open it.

Just remember, you are aiding a symptom, not providing a cure. What you do will improve things, you are only scratching at the surface of that which lies beneath.


Shyft spun her singularity forward, knocking razorvines down like bowling pins. "Miles underground, deep in tunnels, fighing giant salads!" Shyft grumbled under her breath. Monique had her fingers on the pulse of what was going on with the Devouring Earth, and Shyft was growing tired of dealing with them. No matter how many conclaves and secret hideouts whe destroyed, two more would sprout. The were like mushrooms. She paused and laughed as she made that realization, drawing the attention of a pair of nearby Geodes. She turned and raised a hand, waves of energy distorting the air around her. She flung them around like ragdolls until her singularities turned on them. "I have been dealing with Devouring Earth plots for a week now. I would love to get a chance to go after Crey. Luittle miss 'I'm connected to the infinite', 'I'm an angel'. Rubiish and madness. If there actually was a god..."

She jumped as her cell phone buzzed. The three singularities began circling the Devourer responsible for the dissapearances she was invesigating, so she took the call. "Hallo?"

The voice on the line was crisp with anticipation. "Heya Shyft!"

"Djinni, is good to hear from you."

"Hey, I was wondering, I got a raid going on. Your specialty." She could hear the smile on his face. "Want to give me and a friend a little help smacking around an illegal Crey operation?"

The Devourer collapsed with a thud. "I seem to have freed my schedule."

"Meet me at the Founder's Falls underpass to Talos."

*****

With a half dozen couplings in her pocket, Shyft was beginning to have serious doubts about what to think about the girl called Seraphic Flame. The scientist in Shyft screamed at any though of accepting her as part of a all knowing, all seeing diety. A Crey plant? A formet test subject? A deluded psychic?

"First, try the Crey Power Tank, don't smash the backpack. And I think the Cryo Tank relays are also what you are looking for.

Second, try looking in the wall safe inside the third lab on the second level. You might be surprsed what is in there You are not too squeamish. When you find it, drag the scientist wearing the Oxford tie over to it---St Peter's College---and press his right hand to the access pad. That will open it."


She was right about the Tanks. What if...

Her comm crackled to life. "Shyft! Where you at? Things are getting a little out of hand here."

"On my way, comrade, Djinni." Fields folded around her and she tore down the hallway, shattering th sound barrier as she went. She lept over the bannister, spun in mid air and let loose with a series of magnetically charged particles, crushing the band of medics with freeze rays. A pair of singularities zipped into the room behind her, and the laws of physics went wild.

"What were you doing?" He let loose with a blast of flame, and the Crey technitians fell wordlessly.

"Sorry. Am working on device to assist Bella with her building radiation issue. There were a few Power Tanks willing to...donate... materials towards the cause."

He chuckled. "More power to yo. Got everything you need?"

"For the most part. I have one other thing to check on."

As they took down the agfent running the operation, Shyft slipped away. "This is crazy." She muttered to herself like a homeless person. Hittong the elevator call button she went back down to two. She shot up and down the hallways fo the facility, searching, athough not very sure what she was actually looking for.

Laboratory C

The plastic card was mounted to the door with small black screws. There was a discolored ripple to the sign, marking Djinni's assault on the room. She stopped and stepped into the room. Djinni had already dispatched police bots, and the only proof of foes amid the firey destruction were charred outlines on the floor and walls. She had gotten here too late. Frustration and anger bubbled up again for the second time in a few weeks. She was a woman of control, but her growing fits of anger were becoming more and more explosive. A flick of her wrist and the furniture went flying to the four corners of the room.

A crumpled researcher had been under a crumpled desk. His weapon had backfired, and his face was little more than an icy smear. The bots hadn't found him. She opened the jacket , closing her eyes in disbelief. Green and gold tie. She lifted the dead body in a bubble of negative charged particles and brought him over to the wall safe her tantrum had uncovered. Again she closed her eyes His palm opened the safe. This was not possible. There was no God. There are no Angels. Seraphic Flame is a fraud.

She pulled out the stack of files that were contained in the safe. The first few were documentation of what had been going on here. Djinni would fint them useful.

"Shyft, it's clear. You ready for transport?"

"Just a moment, comrade." He eyes widened as she saw the label on the bottom folder. Project - Starshine.

She undid the strig tie on the thick folder only to find photos and schematics of most of her early work come tumbling out. A thick CD case fell out. As she quickly gathered it all up, she was stunned. It was a complete catalog of her work since coming to the states. Copies of personal notes she had written. Photos from inside of her lab. A picture of her accepting the Nobel Prize for her team. It was her life's work. Why was it here?

She quickly tied it back togher and tucked it into the back of her belt, under her cape. "Ready for transport."

A flicker. A flash. The lab lay empty. In a darkened corner, a wooden match lit, and a figure in the shadows took a long drag from a ciggarette. "And so it comes full circle, CeCe."