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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 14:09:45 GMT
Walker sat at in the control seat of the flying island, the Cathedral Gaea. Hands folded, he considered the star-map in front of him, tapping his face in consternation. With a sigh, the tree pushed the map aside, and stood up. "Loccus, we're heading off. I will communicate our destination to you momentarily. For now, stand by to leave the atmosphere." Standing, he spread his arms, interfacing with the roots that formed the controls of his ship.
The great vehicle, fueled by sorcery, began to lift off, exiting the atmosphere with a tremendous surge of power. His eyes closed, the tree was at war with himself. He was still not sure if this was the right decision, but the chaos and destruction caused by the tree... He would at least go. If only for a moment, to look upon that world, he felt he had to go. To try to understand.
Surrounded by a shield of magic, the Cathedral left the Earth's range, making it out into space and settling into a steady speed. It was rapid, but not yet interstellar levels. Looking back at the spirit as he materialized, Walker sighed. "Right then. I suppose we should go. Set Course for Planet Vegeta, home of the SSE."
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