Nick Leifker wrote:
Yep, it's been a few years. I've been kicking parts of this story
around for a year or two now; I finally got off my duff and got it to a
point where I don't mind sending it out.
As you can see, it's definitely been a few years. It's been so long
that I missed some things in formatting.
Note that there are some spoilers for the series. If you don't want to
be spoiled, don't look.
Nightelf presents...
Final Frontier
A work of Stellvia fanfiction by Nicholas Leifker
Stellvia created and owned by XEBEC. All rights reserved; I make no
claim to the characters within. I do ask that nothing be done with
this work without my permission.
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For once, Najima Gable was at a loss for words.
Three hundred pilots were all around her, graceful creatures of the
ether of space. The indigo and red of the Keittys around her gave her
comfort; Stellvia, it seemed, protected its own, at least
subconsciously. Beyond the colors of her school, other Keittys flew in
the same general direction, each staying relatively close to friends.
Occasionally one would deviate from formation, usually to pick up a
rescue pod; even then, the actions were done in silence, with no word
broadcast over the general channel.
Three hundred spacecraft, birds of many feathers, all flying as one
pack. And no one was saying a word.
Space, according to her display, had changed hues once more. The angry
red of the cosmic string was fading to a soft bluish tinge. She'd read
somewhere that blue was the natural color of space, that the expanding
universe resulted in a blueshifting of the light. This was space at
its most truthful, without the taint of stellar matter or cosmic
fractures to cloud it.
What she found was that the infinite of space was far more dangerous
delete "of space".
than anyone suspected. Second Wave was well-prepared for, as they'd
had 189 years to prepare.
They'd had 189 years to prepare for Second Wave but less than a couple
of months forewarning of the cosmic string.
The cosmic string, on the other hand, was
prepared for with less than two months of warning. The body count
reflected that; many of the voices that had celebrated December's
release had been silenced within the jaws of the fracture. Death had
occurred at a symbolic level as well; Vision was the only Foundation to
survive this last threat.
You likes your semicolons, doncha?
This was a beginning, she knew - a beginning she would cry over once
she'd made it back, but still a beginning. The next destination for
her, for all of them, was the stars.
I suggest they pick a specific star.
This few, this band of brothers,
and sisters!
had faced the abyss and lived to tell the tale - but, in some ways,
they would never come home.
Er... In what ways WILL they come home? I thought their next
destination was the stars. It might be clearer to say that they are in
fact returning to Earth and after that their next destination is "the
stars".
Another day, another dollar. Finishing construction of the new
Stellvia had been her second job for the past one-and-a-half years,
now; while it would be another year before it was complete (and another
decade before all six Foundations were complete), it was at least
finished enough to be operational, as of six months ago.
That sounds like a time traveller with frequent flier miles.
The red flightsuit was an intimidator's dream, now that she looked at
it. Blood-red suit, severe dark eyes, a "Do you know how many things
you did wrong?" scowl... no wonder it was chosen as the instructor's
uniform. Prep students would quake in fear at it; even regular
students would give the uniform pause.
it would give even a regular student pause.
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