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[right][b]22,012 // ORBUCEN[/b][/right]

[i][color=gold]Attention Richard, it is critical you pay attention at this time.[/color][/i]

Richard woke with a start as the planet came into view. He could already see the extent of the damage to the planet below and realized that it was too late. The 8x8 distress call had come through weeks ago, and despite starting at the other side of the Galaxy Richard was still the first one to respond. A Cosmic entity had come and destroyed the planet. What was left was a dying planet all its energy depleted as its ecosystem went through one final collapse. [color=fdc68a]"Give me a full scan of the planet."[/color]

[color=gold][i]Confirmed. Within two hours life on Orbucen will cease, most the life on the planet appears to be congregated around evacuation ships, however, they appear to be inactive.[/i][/color]

Without further hesitation Richard flew down to the ships, most of them had their ramps closed, but he could still see thousands of refugees clamoring at the gates to get in. Women, children, and men all screamed, pleaded, and begged to be allowed on. There had to be room for their family or even just the youngest among them. It was all in vain, the promises of wealth meant nothing in the face of destruction. The guards knew their families were safe, and that was all that was important.

There was a shift in attention though as the sky lit up as the Nova Centurion came within seeing distance. This is the part of the job that Richard found hardest. Giving hope, when he knew he'd never be able to deliver. [color=fdc68a]"Worldmind send my ship, and repeat a call for assistance from the corps-"[/color]

[color=gold][i]There are currently no other Corps personnel available, and your ship will not arrive for another-"[/i][/color]

[color=fdc68a]"Just do it."[/color]

Richard flew in closer once he recognized what was likely a launch control center. Orbucen was a type-I civilization and if they had any chance of fleeing it had to be now. He winced a little at the relief on the face of those in the control center as he approached.

[i]"Centurion! I am glad that you were able to come, even if it is at the end. We still need your assistance."[/i]

[color=fdc68a]"I came as soon as I could. More help will arrive soon-"[/color] It hurt to lie. He didn't do this job to lie to people, especially in their time of need, but better in these last moments to offer false hope, than none at all. [color=fdc68a]"-what seems to be the delay in getting these ships off the ground?"[/color]

[i]"All ships except one are full to capacity. The Central Authority will not grant the codes to allow the ships to take off until they have arrived, however, protestors have barricaded them in their offices and we are unable to get them. Please rescue them, so we can leave.[/i]

[color=gold][i]The Central Authority is the Oligarchy that rules this world, Richard Rider. We will need to evacuate them in order to proceed with the evacuation.[/i][/color]

It was the end of the world, and of course if the powerful weren't allowed to survive. No-one was.