Garreon
Paldean Top Champion
- Location
- Mesagoza, Paldea
Considering how China is, i can see it happen without Cauldron what is strange is how it really took off in the first place though
Flames (Worm AU)
- Thread starter Fencer
- Start date
- Crossover
Dude, if he could even see that, Earth Bet wouldn't be in the mess it was in.
The Elite actually makes sense, in how it formulated. It reflects reality in terms of the initial development of civilisation. The Yangban? Yeah, easily.
In both cases, the question is not how they would have formulated without cauldron, but why there weren't more organisations like them. The Elite makes sense on every level as an example of how federated parahuman led organisations would work if humans could overcome the conflict drive. All it takes is a few like minded visionaries to sit down and talk it out.
In both cases, the question is not how they would have formulated without cauldron, but why there weren't more organisations like them. The Elite makes sense on every level as an example of how federated parahuman led organisations would work if humans could overcome the conflict drive. All it takes is a few like minded visionaries to sit down and talk it out.
- Location
- Michigan
Except Wildbow, but he is a less reliable narrator than he claims Taylor to be.
As far as where Taylor should set up shop, that really depends on what powers and resources she can bring along to help get things started, honestly the only factors we know will really important to start with are having farmable land and a stable climate, you could just say the earth they end up on just has a Pangea like supercontinent and make up whatever local geography you want that meets their needs and let them have enough starting resources or powers that can provide a sufficient stockpile of them to last until they can reach a self sufficient state, hell if Cauldron wants to really give this plan the best chances possible they will just set it up so that a copy of Dragon get the basic infrastructure running, I expect that as long as a she had decent manufacturing facility a decent starting stockpile of materials would be enough for her to make a self sustaining infrastructure in a month or two(a week if she can design a 3D printer to get started with).
- Pronouns
- they/them
This is such a beaitiful phrase, thank you for this
Since always? Cauldron didn't just create the PRT they funded and helped set up every major governments on Earth Bet's Parahuman organization. They also provided them with Vials and infiltrated their ranks with their own agents both willing owing Cauldron favors and mind wiped non case 53's like Nix. And yes that includes evil organizations like the Yangban and Gesellschaft.
They also presumably created NEPEA-5 purposely to create the Elite.
Oh and they also helped create the Slaughter House 9 and accidently helped create the Fallen.
They created NEPEA-5 to boost force parahumans to either the protectorate or villainy.
Elite formed from the rogues that were being literally sued to death, but were unwilling to bend the knee and join the government.
- Location
- Germany
Never heard that one before. King had the Nine up and running before Cauldron did more than visiting dying people and offering them vials.
Presumably.
You'll need to prove this bold claim,
especially as Number Man was in fact sabotaging the Gesellschaft's finances in his interlude. They were discribed as enemies, not as patsies.
That was the US government, not Cauldron. At least, I never read anywhere that Cauldron or the PRT where responsible for that.
Garreon
Paldean Top Champion
- Location
- Mesagoza, Paldea
This is a Hot potato. It's not that they are responsible for the bill itself, but they are responsible of inaction. The Uppermost did ask the Head of the PRT for help in fighting the bill. Here if Cauldron was smart they could have used the Prt to fight the bill and change it to allow concessions for parahumans and annex the Uppermost with them in a semi alliance, which they could have used to stabilize situations and ask for help when they needed it.
Instead RCB decided to decline, putting the PRT as a neutral party in the whole thing, the bill was passed and the Uppermost dissolved, many members decided to go to the Protectorate and Wards while others struggled with the fees imposed on them. Then Cauldron appeared and the Elite was born...and we all saw what happened to it during Golden Morning, they said they wouldn't fight but were interested in reconstructing society....a society where they ruled, so basically they broke the truce during Gold Morning and almost all its members were slaughtered, the few remaining survivors being made pariahs in spite of the pardon the villains received.
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This is getting off-topic. I'm taking my comments to the Worm canon discussion thread.
forums.spacebattles.com
Worm Web Serial Discussion III : After the End
taking this here to avoid a derail. I don't know how much the PRT could officially do to stop the bill from being passed. We know that Contessa could probably have come up with a plan to defeat it. However officially in theory the PRT is beholden to Congress and it is their job to enforce the...
forums.spacebattles.com
Functionality
The Scholar
- Location
- At the Library
- Pronouns
- He
This is getting off-topic. I'm taking my comments to the Worm canon discussion thread.
Worm Web Serial Discussion III : After the End
taking this here to avoid a derail. I don't know how much the PRT could officially do to stop the bill from being passed. We know that Contessa could probably have come up with a plan to defeat it. However officially in theory the PRT is beholden to Congress and it is their job to enforce the...
You do realize that the discussion was on SV, but the thread you linked to is on SB? And while there are many people that have accounts on both sites, not everyone uses both SV and SB. Furthermore, at least on SB, the post you quoted doesn't link back here to SV. This seems silly. At least take it to a thread here on SV so everyone can properly participate.
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- Location
- Washington State
Which one do you use light mode on?
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Neither! Never use Light Mode!
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- Location
- Somewhere.
I have SV on the Stars background, and SB on its default settings, myself. Though that's mostly just because the stars are pretty.
I know, somehow they BOTH got set to light mode, when I normally keep SV on "Industrial" and SB on the default "Spacebattles" one.
I knew something was messed up, but didn't notice that the thread was on the wrong site because I was changing things back and wondering why it didn't stick.
I'm more worried about what changed my settings. Is it paranoid to change my passwords on both sites because I suddenly find them both on light mode?
Functionality
The Scholar
- Location
- At the Library
- Pronouns
- He
It was probably just a glitch-but changing your passwords every now and then never hurt anyone. Just remember to memorize the new passwords and make sure that they are strong passwords.
Windborne
Devourer of Stories
- Location
- Oregon
Got through re-reading this once again. This was a good chapter, and I'm hoping to see more soon. Hey @Fencer have you decided on a location to where her base camp is going to be? I saw you left an informative on my post a couple pages back on potential locations so I'm hoping that means your taking my suggestions seriously. Personally if I was in Taylor's shoes I'd be choosing Hawaii since she's already taken care of the biggest issue (potable water) that location has due to Rain and his powers.
Even with just her, Takeshi, and Danny they'd be be fine, it wouldn't be easy by any stretch of the word, but they'd survive. Plus she's easily going to be able recruit a bunch more people. I could see Cauldron setting her up with an unchained Dragon to work on a shelter or three on the Hawaiian isles to preserve humanity. After all having an immortal AI that can preserve all known human history and it's various works and accumulated knowledge is a great way to make sure of that. Or Amy to make sure everyone is healthy, let alone the potential her full powers bring for things like crops though I'm fairly sure even Cauldron doesn't know about that. So much potential, and so many various things you can cover from here on, I'm very excited to continue reading this story.
Even with just her, Takeshi, and Danny they'd be be fine, it wouldn't be easy by any stretch of the word, but they'd survive. Plus she's easily going to be able recruit a bunch more people. I could see Cauldron setting her up with an unchained Dragon to work on a shelter or three on the Hawaiian isles to preserve humanity. After all having an immortal AI that can preserve all known human history and it's various works and accumulated knowledge is a great way to make sure of that. Or Amy to make sure everyone is healthy, let alone the potential her full powers bring for things like crops though I'm fairly sure even Cauldron doesn't know about that. So much potential, and so many various things you can cover from here on, I'm very excited to continue reading this story.
- Location
- Michigan
Hawaii is an ok choice in the short term but to set up a proper lasting/sustainable infrastructure you would be best set up in a continental mainland for access to resources such as metals that would be hard to get and transport to an island where you would need to use a boat or fly the materials, boats risk sinking and flying uses a lot of fuel, any mainland location can set up a railroad/pipeline to transport materials far more cost effectively given that they shouldn't really trust that they will have a given type of power to supply harder to get or important resources given that if the person with said power dies for some reason a few months after they start setting up then that screws over everybody.
Windborne
Devourer of Stories
- Location
- Oregon
To a degree that is true, which is why I also mentioned one such location in that post of mine a couple pages back. That being said proper planning, preparation and resource management would allow for a small community of people to live easily on the islands. Metal isn't that important in the long run. It's important for certain things but overall you can get by without it and Taylor and Takeshi's powers cut down on the need of a lot of those things.
As an interesting note I forgot until just now one really important fact that makes almost all of the downsides I could think of (and listed on that post) non factors.The reason why they're irrelevant is because Hawaii actually does have a constant and pretty much endless supply of metal provided by the constant magma flow from Kilauea. Since as may you know the Earth's core is literally made up of nickel and iron, a bunch of which seeps out in magma. In addition many useful metals and minerals are found in volcanic rock let alone things like obsidian. Every metal and mineral they might need can be obtained from processing that material, which can be again be done easily by Takeshi or Taylor let alone any mundane person with the knowledge needed to extract it from the lava after it's cooled.
Crude Oil would be the lone exception and if it's a lone community on an uninhabited world is a non factor as where would they need to go? Electricity is easily an option if they need to power motors and I already listed easy locations on Hawaii to set up sustainable power plants for wind generated power, let alone solar.
After looking those facts up I'm actually not seeing a downside to setting up on one of the Hawaiian islands.
Edit: Fixed some spelling, changed one instance of the word metal into material.
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Final Chapter
Fencer
Writer
- Location
- 2nd shift
- Pronouns
- He/Him
AN: First things first! A round of thanks to Functionality for agreeing to beta my work in general and not just Using the Force Made Easy.
Now, onto a less pleasant topic. I finally worked out what it is about this fic that I don't like. I'm trying to do too many things at once. Taylor's goal of getting the hell out of the danger zone to start a colony could be a fic on its own. So could the whole hearted gang leader approach, though those two at least go well together. The alt power with the bent of exploring the full capabilities of all types of KHR flames is practically an entire plot line all on its own and that… That's where I overreached. Not really surprising given I jumped into this story with no long term plans. The rough timeline I plotted out somewhere along the way… It would take too long. Honestly that's my biggest issue with it right now. I just don't have the drive or interest to see this through to its original conclusion.
Oh, I could go back and purge lightning flames from the story. Or stop adding new flame types with the end goal of them blending together into sky flames. I suppose I could just keep pushing but… Honestly this fic is just going to die if I force myself to try that. And I've got little interest in going back to do rewrites either.
I don't want to spend entire arcs adding more OC Lieutenants and fleshing out Taylor's development as a crime lord just so I can justify her getting more flame types as different situations trigger different emotional responses and priorities. I feel like this story needs more for a proper ending. Taylor hasn't earned her final victory. But I've been losing interest for a while and finally putting my finger on my issue with this story is not helping. So, I'm giving this story an ending even if it isn't the ending it deserves.
Sorry folks. This… is not how I wanted to do this. But it's about all I can offer you.
{}{}{}{} Time skip, roughly one and a half years post Leviathan attack
It was time. I had manuals on everything from mining operations to livestock breeding. We had an estimated population of a terrifying three and a half thousand. With people who knew every trade I could think of and their families. We had doctors, fishers, brewers, potters, masons, electricians, plumbers and damn near three hundred farmers of varying levels of experience.
I'd sunk several small fortunes into acquiring tools, livestock, solar and wind powered generators, as well as custom made battery powered equipment, given we wouldn't have a steady source of gasoline any time soon. Hell, I'd even bought some age of sail fishing boats!
It hadn't been easy. Most people who wanted to join my gang had initially resisted the idea that I'd be using my influence to find them actual honest employment. That wasn't really what they were signing up for. But once I explained the logic? They went willingly. Not always happily. But always with grim determination if nothing else. And wherever they went? They spread my theory about how the world was going to come apart at the seams.
It was almost too easy. Force some business to accept one of my people as an employee instead of asking for protection money. And make it clear to both employer and gang that my people would pull their weight or else. Employer inevitably asks why the hell I'm doing it and then they get read into what was coming. Suddenly I don't just have some barely trained apprentice coming with me when I start my colony. I've got an apprentice and their mentor. And the mentor's immediate family. And maybe their extended family as well. Hell, I had a lot of people get roped in by virtue of being someone's inlaws! Frankly it was almost a surprise we didn't have more people.
With all those people came other benefits as well. Thanks to all the extended families signing on I'd gotten a surplus of talents that were important, if less immediately relevant. Included in that list were lawyers, a psychologist, five types of specialist doctors who were less critical than the general surgeon I'd enlisted, or Panacea, but still good to have. I'd also picked up a slew of middle management types I could use to help keep things organized, a dozen teachers, and the entire staff of a medium sized daycare center. I was pretty sure the last would end up being a priceless acquisition given just how busy all the adults and teenagers were going to be getting us established during the first few years.
After a lot, and I did mean a lot of debate, we'd settled on a form of government somewhere between a true democracy and a dictatorship.
I was nominally in charge of literally everything because I was the only one who had been studying everything involved in establishing a functioning colony. If I said we needed to focus on something? We would damn well be focusing on it because for at least the first few years, if not decades, we would be one bad mistake away from all of us dying. On the other hand I needed to know what people were thinking and feeling and there would be lots of things to decide that were not critical or time sensitive. And with a population number under four thousand we actually could count every vote so long as we didn't put literally everything up for a vote.
It would be interesting to see if our ad hoc system held up under pressure, but for now it would do.
Panacea being on board meant I didn't need to worry about any STDs or genetic illnesses spreading through our limited population. It also meant that we would have a full generation before plagues became an actual concern. Which was good given we'd be interacting with an entirely new ecosystem.
Honestly? There would likely always be more we could do to prepare. But we were ready. We could make this work. We would make this work. It was time to stop stalling and commit.
I made a point of going over my notes and plans one final time. Just to make sure I hadn't overlooked anything. Then I made a call.
"Hey, Taylor. What's up? You don't usually call this late." Charlotte, my personal assistant asked after picking up on the third ring.
"I've gone over everything with a fine tooth comb a dozen times. I need you to start making calls, Charlotte. We're ready."
"Wait… you mean it? It's actually happening?!"
"Yes. Send out the word for people to make their final preparations. I'm giving them a month to get all their affairs in order and everything we need moved over, but the advance team should be ready to go in a week. They'll need at least three weeks to get the temporary housing set up and all of the critical projects started before the majority of our community arrives."
"I'll get started as soon as we're done then. Anything else I should let people know?"
"Hmm. Well, the poll results are in. Our new world will be called Terra, because it does in fact sound classier than Earth Gamma. Our Country, if you can call it that when we're only going to have one settlement for however fucking many generations, will be Australia. Seems John's argument about it being fitting given it'd be populated with criminals amused more people than calling it New America. And finally, the name of the city is going to be Alexandria, because I don't care how many people voted for it. We are not calling the city New Hope."
Charlotte's strangled laugh at my frustration with the other leading candidate for our city's name was absolutely uncalled for.
"Put the word out, Charlotte. Then get your own affairs in order. We're getting off this dying world before anything else goes wrong with it. No more Endbringers. No more Slaughterhouse nine. No more idiotic Protectorate heroes bitching and moaning about whatever stick they have shoved up their asses. We're getting out and making sure something survives, and we're doing it now, while we still can."
"You got it, boss."
Hanging up I dialed another number.
"Hello, Morganna. Ready to take us up on our offer?"
"Yes. My advance team will be ready in a week and the rest of my people should be ready to go in a month."
"Excellent. Door Maker will be ready when you are. Give us a call when you have an exact time."
"Of course. I'll talk to you soon, Contessa."
Hanging up I blew out a breath and went to the fridge I kept in my office. I pulled out a bottle of sweet red wine and poured myself a large glass. There was a lot to do in the coming weeks and I likely wouldn't have much time to relax for the next two or three months at least. So here and now, before everything became a whirlwind of preparation and problem solving, I was going to take the rest of the night off to relax while I still could.
"To new beginnings." I toasted to myself, before draining the glass. Pouring myself a second to savor, I pulled out a novel and leaned back in my desk chair, intent on enjoying the rest of the night.
{}{}{}{} One month later.
Looking over the crowd of just under three thousand people all I could feel was pride. I'd done this. Convinced them, gathered them, inspired them, led them. This was everything I had worked for. Everything I'd dreamed of and more. I'd busted my ass, bent my morals into a pretzel, fought, bled and killed for this. And faster than I had ever dreamed possible we were going to make my dream a reality.
"Today is a great day." As I spoke into the microphone the crowd fell silent and turned their attention to me. "We've all worked tirelessly to prepare for this. To make it happen. And because of all of your hard work we've gotten to this point faster than I ever dreamed possible. More prepared than I'd ever dated to hope."
All through the crowd people stood straighter, pride evident in their faces and postures.
"This will not be easy. There are going to be difficulties, trials, and tragedies. There are going to be days when you will be convinced you were out of your mind to agree to this. Days when you would give anything to turn around and come back here, to chocolate, and the internet, and supermarkets. But we will make this work! We will forge a life for ourselves and our descendants without the near constant fears we've all learned to live with. A world without Endbringers. A world without wandering mass murderers, and terrorists or the threat of war. A world where we are all one people united by our goal of a better future."
I took a moment to compose myself as I looked out over the crowd.
"I want to thank each and every one of you. I know this wasn't an easy choice to make. I know you are all betting on me being right. On my ability to plan and lead. On your neighbor's ability to do the jobs this community will require of them. Hell, you're even betting on the weather and wildlife being something we can handle to a certain extent. You are all brave beyond measure for agreeing to this. And we are going to need that bravery in the coming years. I am so very proud to be going into this with each and every one of you. So, without further delay, it's time to settle our new home."
Turning I faced the back wall of the massive warehouse I'd gathered my people and the last of our supplies together in.
"Door to Alexandria on Terra." I spoke clearly, and just like that the wall was replaced with an open portal. The murmuring from the crowd skyrocketed, but quieted as I turned back and spoke into the microphone once more.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, let's get moving. We have a lot of work to do." My piece said I turned and walked through the portal. Warm fresh air washed over me and I smiled.
It was a beautiful new day, and a beautiful new world.
Now, onto a less pleasant topic. I finally worked out what it is about this fic that I don't like. I'm trying to do too many things at once. Taylor's goal of getting the hell out of the danger zone to start a colony could be a fic on its own. So could the whole hearted gang leader approach, though those two at least go well together. The alt power with the bent of exploring the full capabilities of all types of KHR flames is practically an entire plot line all on its own and that… That's where I overreached. Not really surprising given I jumped into this story with no long term plans. The rough timeline I plotted out somewhere along the way… It would take too long. Honestly that's my biggest issue with it right now. I just don't have the drive or interest to see this through to its original conclusion.
Oh, I could go back and purge lightning flames from the story. Or stop adding new flame types with the end goal of them blending together into sky flames. I suppose I could just keep pushing but… Honestly this fic is just going to die if I force myself to try that. And I've got little interest in going back to do rewrites either.
I don't want to spend entire arcs adding more OC Lieutenants and fleshing out Taylor's development as a crime lord just so I can justify her getting more flame types as different situations trigger different emotional responses and priorities. I feel like this story needs more for a proper ending. Taylor hasn't earned her final victory. But I've been losing interest for a while and finally putting my finger on my issue with this story is not helping. So, I'm giving this story an ending even if it isn't the ending it deserves.
Sorry folks. This… is not how I wanted to do this. But it's about all I can offer you.
{}{}{}{} Time skip, roughly one and a half years post Leviathan attack
It was time. I had manuals on everything from mining operations to livestock breeding. We had an estimated population of a terrifying three and a half thousand. With people who knew every trade I could think of and their families. We had doctors, fishers, brewers, potters, masons, electricians, plumbers and damn near three hundred farmers of varying levels of experience.
I'd sunk several small fortunes into acquiring tools, livestock, solar and wind powered generators, as well as custom made battery powered equipment, given we wouldn't have a steady source of gasoline any time soon. Hell, I'd even bought some age of sail fishing boats!
It hadn't been easy. Most people who wanted to join my gang had initially resisted the idea that I'd be using my influence to find them actual honest employment. That wasn't really what they were signing up for. But once I explained the logic? They went willingly. Not always happily. But always with grim determination if nothing else. And wherever they went? They spread my theory about how the world was going to come apart at the seams.
It was almost too easy. Force some business to accept one of my people as an employee instead of asking for protection money. And make it clear to both employer and gang that my people would pull their weight or else. Employer inevitably asks why the hell I'm doing it and then they get read into what was coming. Suddenly I don't just have some barely trained apprentice coming with me when I start my colony. I've got an apprentice and their mentor. And the mentor's immediate family. And maybe their extended family as well. Hell, I had a lot of people get roped in by virtue of being someone's inlaws! Frankly it was almost a surprise we didn't have more people.
With all those people came other benefits as well. Thanks to all the extended families signing on I'd gotten a surplus of talents that were important, if less immediately relevant. Included in that list were lawyers, a psychologist, five types of specialist doctors who were less critical than the general surgeon I'd enlisted, or Panacea, but still good to have. I'd also picked up a slew of middle management types I could use to help keep things organized, a dozen teachers, and the entire staff of a medium sized daycare center. I was pretty sure the last would end up being a priceless acquisition given just how busy all the adults and teenagers were going to be getting us established during the first few years.
After a lot, and I did mean a lot of debate, we'd settled on a form of government somewhere between a true democracy and a dictatorship.
I was nominally in charge of literally everything because I was the only one who had been studying everything involved in establishing a functioning colony. If I said we needed to focus on something? We would damn well be focusing on it because for at least the first few years, if not decades, we would be one bad mistake away from all of us dying. On the other hand I needed to know what people were thinking and feeling and there would be lots of things to decide that were not critical or time sensitive. And with a population number under four thousand we actually could count every vote so long as we didn't put literally everything up for a vote.
It would be interesting to see if our ad hoc system held up under pressure, but for now it would do.
Panacea being on board meant I didn't need to worry about any STDs or genetic illnesses spreading through our limited population. It also meant that we would have a full generation before plagues became an actual concern. Which was good given we'd be interacting with an entirely new ecosystem.
Honestly? There would likely always be more we could do to prepare. But we were ready. We could make this work. We would make this work. It was time to stop stalling and commit.
I made a point of going over my notes and plans one final time. Just to make sure I hadn't overlooked anything. Then I made a call.
"Hey, Taylor. What's up? You don't usually call this late." Charlotte, my personal assistant asked after picking up on the third ring.
"I've gone over everything with a fine tooth comb a dozen times. I need you to start making calls, Charlotte. We're ready."
"Wait… you mean it? It's actually happening?!"
"Yes. Send out the word for people to make their final preparations. I'm giving them a month to get all their affairs in order and everything we need moved over, but the advance team should be ready to go in a week. They'll need at least three weeks to get the temporary housing set up and all of the critical projects started before the majority of our community arrives."
"I'll get started as soon as we're done then. Anything else I should let people know?"
"Hmm. Well, the poll results are in. Our new world will be called Terra, because it does in fact sound classier than Earth Gamma. Our Country, if you can call it that when we're only going to have one settlement for however fucking many generations, will be Australia. Seems John's argument about it being fitting given it'd be populated with criminals amused more people than calling it New America. And finally, the name of the city is going to be Alexandria, because I don't care how many people voted for it. We are not calling the city New Hope."
Charlotte's strangled laugh at my frustration with the other leading candidate for our city's name was absolutely uncalled for.
"Put the word out, Charlotte. Then get your own affairs in order. We're getting off this dying world before anything else goes wrong with it. No more Endbringers. No more Slaughterhouse nine. No more idiotic Protectorate heroes bitching and moaning about whatever stick they have shoved up their asses. We're getting out and making sure something survives, and we're doing it now, while we still can."
"You got it, boss."
Hanging up I dialed another number.
"Hello, Morganna. Ready to take us up on our offer?"
"Yes. My advance team will be ready in a week and the rest of my people should be ready to go in a month."
"Excellent. Door Maker will be ready when you are. Give us a call when you have an exact time."
"Of course. I'll talk to you soon, Contessa."
Hanging up I blew out a breath and went to the fridge I kept in my office. I pulled out a bottle of sweet red wine and poured myself a large glass. There was a lot to do in the coming weeks and I likely wouldn't have much time to relax for the next two or three months at least. So here and now, before everything became a whirlwind of preparation and problem solving, I was going to take the rest of the night off to relax while I still could.
"To new beginnings." I toasted to myself, before draining the glass. Pouring myself a second to savor, I pulled out a novel and leaned back in my desk chair, intent on enjoying the rest of the night.
{}{}{}{} One month later.
Looking over the crowd of just under three thousand people all I could feel was pride. I'd done this. Convinced them, gathered them, inspired them, led them. This was everything I had worked for. Everything I'd dreamed of and more. I'd busted my ass, bent my morals into a pretzel, fought, bled and killed for this. And faster than I had ever dreamed possible we were going to make my dream a reality.
"Today is a great day." As I spoke into the microphone the crowd fell silent and turned their attention to me. "We've all worked tirelessly to prepare for this. To make it happen. And because of all of your hard work we've gotten to this point faster than I ever dreamed possible. More prepared than I'd ever dated to hope."
All through the crowd people stood straighter, pride evident in their faces and postures.
"This will not be easy. There are going to be difficulties, trials, and tragedies. There are going to be days when you will be convinced you were out of your mind to agree to this. Days when you would give anything to turn around and come back here, to chocolate, and the internet, and supermarkets. But we will make this work! We will forge a life for ourselves and our descendants without the near constant fears we've all learned to live with. A world without Endbringers. A world without wandering mass murderers, and terrorists or the threat of war. A world where we are all one people united by our goal of a better future."
I took a moment to compose myself as I looked out over the crowd.
"I want to thank each and every one of you. I know this wasn't an easy choice to make. I know you are all betting on me being right. On my ability to plan and lead. On your neighbor's ability to do the jobs this community will require of them. Hell, you're even betting on the weather and wildlife being something we can handle to a certain extent. You are all brave beyond measure for agreeing to this. And we are going to need that bravery in the coming years. I am so very proud to be going into this with each and every one of you. So, without further delay, it's time to settle our new home."
Turning I faced the back wall of the massive warehouse I'd gathered my people and the last of our supplies together in.
"Door to Alexandria on Terra." I spoke clearly, and just like that the wall was replaced with an open portal. The murmuring from the crowd skyrocketed, but quieted as I turned back and spoke into the microphone once more.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, let's get moving. We have a lot of work to do." My piece said I turned and walked through the portal. Warm fresh air washed over me and I smiled.
It was a beautiful new day, and a beautiful new world.
- Location
- Elsewhere
Good to see that you've narrowed it down.
Functionality
The Scholar
- Location
- At the Library
- Pronouns
- He
Fencer, good job. You managed to finish a fic, which is a lot more than most fanfics can say. It may not be the ending you wanted, but you still finished it.
