[h3][center]~~The Eventide~~[/center][/h3]

Ah...

Such a beautiful sea...

The nebulae! Such bright colors she had no name for! Oh yes, there was the standard fares of reds, blues, and greens, but so many others! Ah, it almost hurt her eyes! The presence of black, the vast expanse of space and the tiny twinkling of stars beyond were there as well. Ah, it reminded her of that time she had accidentally almost got sucked into the Twilight Void when she was a child, messing around with things better left to myth.

But those weren't the things that drew the Ebon's attention. No, it was everything else. Such odd impossible phenomena! A flower with a mountain the size of a planet! Gears, chugging and floating, producing the Sel'Chroma's light! Ah, no, the light wasn't there's but someone else's. No matter, it was of no concern to the Ebon then.

And then...there was something else. The persistent feeling of being watched.

"Captain!"

"Ah, such a voyeur! Ah, such a passionate gaze! If you want to see my darkest pits, all you must do is ask, little watcher!" Shael giggled brightly, blatantly ignoring the tension in the air as their ship careened through this space that she had not a name for. A cursory examination of the instruments proved futile. They could read nothing. Not their position in the galaxy, and their comms could not reach any communication relays.

"Jester Sallatha! We've lost near complete control of the ship! Life support offline, power and shields failing-"

"A-ah, little Ebon." She interrupted. "Stating the obvious is no good. Remaining power to shields! Tell the Magisters to pool their energy and strengthen it!"

"Affirmative!" The crew in the bridge began quickly rerouting all power they could to the shielding systems, a quick and sharp order in their own ethereal native tongue was barked over the intercoms.

"Hmmhmmhmhmm~" She began humming a jaunty little tune to herself as she gracefully moved across the floor, moving out of the bridge and down the hallways of the smaller 'corvette' class ship, sprinting quickly with long, swift steps. The people were expendable. What she needed to do was ensure the protection of the food stuffs and science equipment. As long as they had that, they could survive practically anywhere. It was fine, they were going to have casualties no matter what. Less mouths to feed...or so she told herself. A captain didn't have the luxury of saving everyone.

Of course, it didn't stop the other Ebon's from running around like the sun was falling on them. Bad when that happened, indeed, the escape vessels were all jammed and busted. As the ship careened to that rocky planetoid, it was either going to be their grave or new home. She intended to make sure if it was the latter, it wouldn't turn into the former.

The ship rocked as a wave of fire crashed into the ship, causing her to stumble only briefly as she acrobatically rolled with the rocking motions, making her way to the science portion. An odd sense of protection seemed to invade her mind. Something trying to save them? Oho, well, she couldn't let this good will go to waste, no! She wasn't such a skilled arts user like the President was - there was no way she could envelop the entire ship, but she could at least protect this small part of it as best she could.

The ship crashed through a solid stone wall - causing most of the crew trying to keep the ship under control a shout of surprise as it proved to be an illusion. Glancing through a window as the ship careened, and completely unfazed by the chance of death - this wouldn't be her first dance with it, after all.

She had only a little time - ah, she wondered if she was going to make it?

Leaping through the doors, scaring the living twilight out of one of the Ebon, she clapped her hands together - and the small portion of the science bay became wreathed in the soft embrace of the twilight, before slamming into the planet below.