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The Kymellian smartship sailed toward the neutron star.

Alarms were echoing inside of the craft, alongside eerie sounds of the hull compressed under the stress. Still, the young horse-lord pressed the craft on. Standing before the cockpit’s large window, the technomancer’s apprentice had his three-fingered hands extended out toward the void beyond the glass.

[color=#fff2cc] “[i]Warning: gravimetric shear in excess of safe margins.[/i]” [/color]

The white maned boy’s eyes were vacant. Glowing, pearlescent orbs of energy as the child slipped into a trance, divining the universe according to the laws of physics. The layers of the physical realm separated into strata of matter, organized and orderly, surrounded by the chaotic forces of kinetic potential that was contained behind every possible action.

Turning his hand, Kofi extended his metaphysical reach out toward where a single human child was acting against the gravitational force of the collapsed stellar core. It was as though Billy was just out of reach. Kofi’s fingertips brushing against the boy, without being able to grasp him.

There was a sound like part of the hull beginning to buckle. [color=#fff2cc]“[i]This is as close as I can get you,”[/i] [/color]Friday’s voice snapped.

Crossing his arms, the young Kymellian drew in a deep breath. Then worked through a series of meditative exercises designed to open up the mind’s eye to the prime physical realities. Gravity. Velocity. Matter. Energy. 

Outside, in space, the dark haired boy was pushing himself harder than he had any time before. The output would have been blinding, except that the forces rolling off his body were immediately stripped away toward the stellar prison that was pulling him down.

Kofi put his palm against the glass, as though willing his reach to push through the unseen barrier. [color=#00ffff]“Come on, Billy,”[/color] Kofi uttered, gritting his teeth as he redoubled his efforts. [color=#00ffff]“Come on...”[/color] 

A presence appeared behind him, matter displaced and then re-organized as Lord Aelfyre Whitemane just snapped into being, teleporting aboard Friday. A glow rose up from Kofi’s feet, as a scientific equation was scrawled out like a magic circle, surrounding where the two Kymellian technomancer’s were weaving their powers in unison. 

[color=#7fffd4]“Billy Batson, I need you to picture Friday in your mind,” [/color]Aelfrye voice supplied, the voice of the elder Kymellian booming in both Billy and Kofi’s heads. In his mind’s eye, Kofi could now see the threads of physical reality that were weaving through the forces that were acting on Billy’s corporeal matter. 

[color=#7fffd4]“See yourself where you want to be.”[/color]

Doubt was starting to sap the strength from Billy’s will to keep trying. Pushing harder to go forward, when everything was working to drag him down. [color=#00bfff]“Where I want to be…”[/color] the boy echoed, even as he struggled to raise his eyes toward the small, speck of light that was the smartship.

He suddenly felt weightless. A mild dissociation as the familiar, intrusive touch of Kymellian teleportation magic suddenly swelled around him. 

He managed a weak smile as he felt the universe start to slip away... 

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The energy coursed across the sky.

Across the globe, the phenomenon caught the attention of space agencies. A comet that had escaped notice? A meteorite colliding with Earth? There was no warning and not enough time to try and deduce what was happening.

Whatever it was, it was already here. Only after the fact was there time to digest and deduce the available data to determine that something had just crashed down in Fawcett City, Ohio.

The cascade of energy displaced the water vapor in the air, creating a beautiful illusion in the sky. It was as though the end of the rainbow had appeared over Fawcett, out of which tumbled a single, small object.

The child’s red-and-blue emblazoned form slipped into the atmosphere, as the unconscious Marvel dropped toward the ground below like a stone. The lightshow overhead had garnered attention, the people on the street looking up in awe at the appearance of the dark speck that had appeared from out of the now fading rainbow.

A shrill whistle permeated the air, as the boy’s still form shot through the air with the collected inertia propelled on by gravity. In the park, awe transformed to panic as people scrambled away from where the airborne child seemed aimed to land.

The impact send a plume of grass and dirt twenty feet into the air. As the soil rained back down, a few brave individuals crept toward the small crater that had been carved like a scar across the otherwise pastoral green lawn. A dark haired boy lay there, his form still.

The 9-1-1 call went out from there.

The ambulance arrived about twenty minutes after. Police cordoning off the area around where EMTs put the boy up on a gurney. 

Wheeled into the emergency room, the EMTs passed the gurney off to the attendant medical staff. “Juvenile male, age unknown. Literally fell out of the sky. All witness accounts agree by at least a couple of hundred feet,” the EMT supplied, as the doctor bent over the gurney. Prying open Billy’s eyes, one after the other, the man shone a light to gauge the pupil response. “Pulse and breathing irregular, but all outward injuries appear to be superficial lacerations or bruising.”

“What is this material he’s wearing?” a nurse blurt out, prompting the doctor to look down with the realization that the child was attired in some form of armor.

“Oh, watch the cuffs,” the EMT uttered, indicating the bluish-gray metal encircling the child’s forearms. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but the gauntlets almost seemed to be glowing. “Those things will give you a [i]wicked[/i] shock.”

“We need to clear a path to a vein for a blood type and screen,” the doctor said.

“Maybe he’s O-Neg?” 

Turning his head, the doctor looked over at a medic, then down to where the medic’s hand was holding an object. The boy was wearing a set of notched dog tags around his neck.

Reaching out, the doctor inspected the tags. They looked military. And old. The name embossed read WILLIAM J BATSON. “Find our Red Cross liaison,” the man stated, looking back up at the medic. “Maybe they can run that tag. See if it gets us his parents.”