Drive and Power.

*The Foundation was brooding.*

*He knew the plan, he could see the way forward. If they captured the Shard, this all ended.*

*And yet...*

*Hatred of the Ice King made the edges of his vision red. Getting up from his half kneel again, he threw his fist out.*

Visitor, the shieldbreaker. Is it ready?

Not yet, but close.

[The soldering had yet to cool. This needed to be perfect, time spent be damned.]

I need to increase the output, or it won't be enough.

[The thrill was beginning to make his hands quiver. The feeling of standing at the top of a cliff...]

*Time, time, all this waiting! Foundation was a man of action! Having to stand still was... aggravating!*

*He went back to pacing.*

Jones. When will the Dark Voyager's ship break through that rift?

I can just about see that the Orb should exit the rift soon! Soonish. Sometime any moment now.

*Jones shook his head at Foundation's glare.*

What!? Figuring out inter-dimensional rift travel is not an exact science! You want more accurate estimates, you do this!

This is very delicate work, so I hope you don't mind if I tune you out.

[Jones' humor had a gift for lightening the mood, but it was terrible for focus. Taking a breath to stabilize, the Visitor set another solder down.

Letting the molten metal cool, he checked the wiring, then test-charged the weapon. Everything worked as it should, and he reverted the Shieldbreaker to normal.]

Done. The Shieldbreaker is ready.

And the shard is on the move!

*The Dark Voyager's ship dropped from the Rift, and activated the Shard's tractor beam. Picking up the shard, it began to slowly move towards Dark Dominion.*

Ok people, it's go time! Let's get geared up and get out there!

Wait a moment. Jones, a word.

[Visitor shook his head slightly, before gesturing Jones in close. Waiting until he was within whispering range, he said his piece.]

I know you want to be out there. Believe me, I know. But I need your help coordinating the troops back here. I cannot do it by myself.

[This was important. He needed Jones back here. The Foundation could rally everyone out there.]

long-live-evie

*Evie clicked her pistol's magazine into place, noticing that Jones looked apprehensive at the Visitor's suggestion.

The problem was, the Visitor was right, Jones had a gift for coordinating people. If he was needed here, he was needed.*

It's okay, John.

*She pulled him down and kissed him, pressing his wedding ring lightly.*

We'll be okay, just help him tell us what we need to do. I love you.

*Leaning their foreheads together, she gave him a smile.*

Besides, this means you'll be in a safe place for me to come back to. 💞

*Jones pressed into Evie stealing one more kiss.*

Yeah. I mean hey, this happens once every few months, we've got this! Now you guys go kick Ice King's butt, and be back in 30 minutes or less.

I'll see you then.

*Jones let her go, and went to stand beside Visitor, who gave him a small nod.*

Alright people, it's go time! Foundation, you'll stay focused on the mission, right? Don't go doing something stupid and attack the Ice King, yeah?

*Foundation rolled his eyes. Could these people quit it already? He wasn't stupid. Even if the anger inside him burned hot and red...*

Yeah yeah, I know. Stay quiet people, let's move in.

*Activating some skyline deployers, the team moved out. They were met halfway by some associated loopers and the River Guard, but Foundation wasn't paying attention to them. His eyes were on the orb in the sky.*

Porcupine. Shopping cart. Maybe... Mini mall?

What are you doing?

Foundation needs a code phrase to activate the assault! Durr Burger!

*Foundation groaned.*

No. I really don't. Stay focused.

Yes you do! Lawnmower.

*The orb was coming into view... Along with the Ice King and a much larger squadron of loopers.*

*Foundation cursed under his breath. They had reached the checkpoint, he had a clear shot on the ship... But the Ice King was right there.*

*He couldn't just let that go.*

ICE KING! HEAR ME!

*The Ice King paused, and looked at him. He could hear Jones and Visitor arguing in his ear, but he was done caring.*

You. The strong man finally decides to show up.

It doesn't have to be like this. Give us the shard, and end this now.

Fool. There is no stopping... this.

*Foundation grit his teeth.*

You... Can't deal with the fact that your prize trophy escaped?

*The Ice King's face crumpled into a sneer.*

You didn't escape. You were... discarded. Now, witness the world remade!

*The Ice King laughed, but Foundation was laughing harder.*

Well... You know, there's only one thing left to say. PORCUPINE, YOU SON OF A--

*Foundation activated the Shieldbreaker... before collapsing into a heap on the floor. It had backfired, shocking him all over his body.*

*Now the Ice King was TRULY laughing. He signalled his troops to open fire, as Foundation fought to get his suit under control.*

Time... for plan B.

Plan B? Why do I not know about plan B?

*The Visitor sounded concerned, but Foundation was already on his next move.*

This... Has got... To WORK!

*Straining as hard as he could, Foundation hurled the Shieldbreaker into the Cube Cradle. The shields went down, and his loopers began firing on the ship.*

*And with a crash, the last Zero Shard fell to earth, feet away from the rest of the Point.*

*They had done it.*

You're not going anywhere...

*Foundation smirked.*

Hadn't planned on it.

*Ice king seemed to grin.*

Perfect. The shard was the price, and this, my reward...

*With a roar, he lunged at Foundation, and Foundation met him in midair with a massive punch to the chest.*

*The fight... Had only begun!*

#closed #fortnite: shattered rp #the foundation replies #//RIP Dwayne the Foundation Johnson we knew you well but we'll miss ya

Buddy, forget the Ice King! Grab the shard!

*Jones sounded frantic, but Foundation was unconcerned.*

Right.

*He grabbed the shard... and slammed it into the Ice King.*

That's. Not exactly what I meant.

*The Foundation took up the piece of the shard, a piece of what he had sworn to protect, and slammed it again, and again into the Ice King. Jones was talking, but he was far away, and Foundation didn't care.*

*Ice King retaliated, of course, welding the infinity blade to strike back. Every attack shook reality, but the two did not stop.*

*Over. And over. And over again. They both hit each other, as cracks appeared in the island, as their strength fluctuated and their armor broke and crumpled. As their weapons lay discarded, and they just used their fists. It was just the two of them, caught in endless battle, until Foundation saw his opening, took the shot, and--*

*His leg didn't move.*

Lost your step?

*Foundation went to punch again, but the cold-- it was spreading. His suit would protect him-- but the seal was broken through the crack in his helmet.*

You'd... Better hope...

*The cold was spreading. He could feel his heart slowing down.*

I never... Break free...

*He could feel the cold hitting his brain, and as the shock set in, he saw his life flash before his eyes. Was this the end?*

*Before the last spark left his brain, he had a sudden thought, chilling as the ice rapidly filling his veins.*

*... He remembered who the Visitor's voice reminded him of.*

*The Foundation was brooding.*

*He knew the plan, he could see the way forward. If they captured the Shard, this all ended.*

*And yet...*

*Hatred of the Ice King made the edges of his vision red. Getting up from his half kneel again, he threw his fist out.*

Visitor, the shieldbreaker. Is it ready?

Not yet, but close.

[The soldering had yet to cool. This needed to be perfect, time spent be damned.]

I need to increase the output, or it won't be enough.

[The thrill was beginning to make his hands quiver. The feeling of standing at the top of a cliff...]

*Time, time, all this waiting! Foundation was a man of action! Having to stand still was... aggravating!*

*He went back to pacing.*

Jones. When will the Dark Voyager's ship break through that rift?

I can just about see that the Orb should exit the rift soon! Soonish. Sometime any moment now.

*Jones shook his head at Foundation's glare.*

What!? Figuring out inter-dimensional rift travel is not an exact science! You want more accurate estimates, you do this!

This is very delicate work, so I hope you don't mind if I tune you out.

[Jones' humor had a gift for lightening the mood, but it was terrible for focus. Taking a breath to stabilize, the Visitor set another solder down.

Letting the molten metal cool, he checked the wiring, then test-charged the weapon. Everything worked as it should, and he reverted the Shieldbreaker to normal.]

Done. The Shieldbreaker is ready.

And the shard is on the move!

*The Dark Voyager's ship dropped from the Rift, and activated the Shard's tractor beam. Picking up the shard, it began to slowly move towards Dark Dominion.*

Ok people, it's go time! Let's get geared up and get out there!

Wait a moment. Jones, a word.

[Visitor shook his head slightly, before gesturing Jones in close. Waiting until he was within whispering range, he said his piece.]

I know you want to be out there. Believe me, I know. But I need your help coordinating the troops back here. I cannot do it by myself.

[This was important. He needed Jones back here. The Foundation could rally everyone out there.]

long-live-evie

*Evie clicked her pistol's magazine into place, noticing that Jones looked apprehensive at the Visitor's suggestion.

The problem was, the Visitor was right, Jones had a gift for coordinating people. If he was needed here, he was needed.*

It's okay, John.

*She pulled him down and kissed him, pressing his wedding ring lightly.*

We'll be okay, just help him tell us what we need to do. I love you.

*Leaning their foreheads together, she gave him a smile.*

Besides, this means you'll be in a safe place for me to come back to. 💞

*Jones pressed into Evie stealing one more kiss.*

Yeah. I mean hey, this happens once every few months, we've got this! Now you guys go kick Ice King's butt, and be back in 30 minutes or less.

I'll see you then.

*Jones let her go, and went to stand beside Visitor, who gave him a small nod.*

Alright people, it's go time! Foundation, you'll stay focused on the mission, right? Don't go doing something stupid and attack the Ice King, yeah?

#closed #fortnite: shattered rp #the foundation replies

*Foundation rolled his eyes. Could these people quit it already? He wasn't stupid. Even if the anger inside him burned hot and red...*

Yeah yeah, I know. Stay quiet people, let's move in.

*Activating some skyline deployers, the team moved out. They were met halfway by some associated loopers and the River Guard, but Foundation wasn't paying attention to them. His eyes were on the orb in the sky.*

Porcupine. Shopping cart. Maybe... Mini mall?

What are you doing?

Foundation needs a code phrase to activate the assault! Durr Burger!

*Foundation groaned.*

No. I really don't. Stay focused.

Yes you do! Lawnmower.

*The orb was coming into view... Along with the Ice King and a much larger squadron of loopers.*

*Foundation cursed under his breath. They had reached the checkpoint, he had a clear shot on the ship... But the Ice King was right there.*

*He couldn't just let that go.*

ICE KING! HEAR ME!

*The Ice King paused, and looked at him. He could hear Jones and Visitor arguing in his ear, but he was done caring.*

You. The strong man finally decides to show up.

It doesn't have to be like this. Give us the shard, and end this now.

Fool. There is no stopping... this.

*Foundation grit his teeth.*

You... Can't deal with the fact that your prize trophy escaped?

*The Ice King's face crumpled into a sneer.*

You didn't escape. You were... discarded. Now, witness the world remade!

*The Ice King laughed, but Foundation was laughing harder.*

Well... You know, there's only one thing left to say. PORCUPINE, YOU SON OF A--

*Foundation activated the Shieldbreaker... before collapsing into a heap on the floor. It had backfired, shocking him all over his body.*

*Now the Ice King was TRULY laughing. He signalled his troops to open fire, as Foundation fought to get his suit under control.*

Time... for plan B.

Plan B? Why do I not know about plan B?

*The Visitor sounded concerned, but Foundation was already on his next move.*

This... Has got... To WORK!

*Straining as hard as he could, Foundation hurled the Shieldbreaker into the Cube Cradle. The shields went down, and his loopers began firing on the ship.*

*And with a crash, the last Zero Shard fell to earth, feet away from the rest of the Point.*

*They had done it.*

You're not going anywhere...

*Foundation smirked.*

Hadn't planned on it.

*Ice king seemed to grin.*

Perfect. The shard was the price, and this, my reward...

*With a roar, he lunged at Foundation, and Foundation met him in midair with a massive punch to the chest.*

*The fight... Had only begun!*

*The Foundation was brooding.*

*He knew the plan, he could see the way forward. If they captured the Shard, this all ended.*

*And yet...*

*Hatred of the Ice King made the edges of his vision red. Getting up from his half kneel again, he threw his fist out.*

Visitor, the shieldbreaker. Is it ready?

Not yet, but close.

[The soldering had yet to cool. This needed to be perfect, time spent be damned.]

I need to increase the output, or it won't be enough.

[The thrill was beginning to make his hands quiver. The feeling of standing at the top of a cliff...]

#closed #fortnite: shattered rp #the foundation replies

*Time, time, all this waiting! Foundation was a man of action! Having to stand still was... aggravating!*

*He went back to pacing.*

Jones. When will the Dark Voyager's ship break through that rift?

*The Foundation was brooding.*

*He knew the plan, he could see the way forward. If they captured the Shard, this all ended.*

*And yet...*

*Hatred of the Ice King made the edges of his vision red. Getting up from his half kneel again, he threw his fist out.*

Visitor, the shieldbreaker. Is it ready?

#fortnite rp #fortnite tumblrverse #closed #the foundation reports #fortnite: shattered rp

*As the time of their plan grew closer, Foundation grew more visibly on edge. You couldn't tell from his voice, or his face (if you could see it), but his body language was unmistakable.*

*At their outpost a stone's throw from Dark Dominion, he once again caught Visitor's attention.*

This is it, correct? The moment that ended everything for your future?

[The Foundation wasn't the only one on edge. The Visitor was silent, staring at a screen full of data. Sliver glittered dully in his hands, a dangling chain, and a charm he kept turning over and over between his fingers.]

It is. What the Voyager did here opened the door for him.

*Foundation clenched his fist.*

... Could we have done more? Tried more to gain the support of the island? We've got many loopers on our side... But many more chose to stand against us. With the Ice King.

And by extension, with the Voyager.

*He turned the look at Visitor.*

We do have more than your memories said. We have Order staying back, to hold onto hope if we fall. The Scientist is... here, we hope.

But we're also missing some. A few members of Jones' team weren't at their last meeting. That snapshot especially.

*Where had Vengeance gone? The man was dangerous, sure, but he would've been a valuable asset in the upcoming battle.*

I don't know...

[The Visitor's modulator couldn't hide the tremble behind the whisper. His visor turned downward, staring at the little silver charm.]

I keep asking myself the same question... "Have I done enough?"... and I just don't know.

[What made it worse was that he knew he hadn't done everything he could. There was one thread he refused to pull. One man whose life he refused to disrupt.

But if he did... would it save them?

He couldn't know.]

Sci will be there. You know he will.

Vengeance is in recovery. A mental episode... one that didn't happen in my version of events. I don't know if he's safe enough to involve... or if we even have the luxury of choosing anymore.

*Foundation put a hand on his shoulder.*

You've done more than enough. More than most of us. Thanks to you, we have more time to prepare then ever before.

*He sighed, looking out at the Zero Point. Almost imperceptibly, the shards were getting closer and closer to touching.*

This is why I told Jones we shouldn't rely on Snapshots for something this important. What else can we do, though?

Whatever it takes, I am going to fight to end this. I have to.

*He checked the time on his helmet's HUD.*

T-minis 3 hours 37 minutes. I swear, the waiting is the worst thing before an op.

[Ordinarily, the Visitor would have flinched at the contact. But he understood that this was how the Foundation showed that he cared. So even though his body wanted to recoil, he stood and kept himself still.]

I appreciate the reassurance, old friend... I wish I could say I had the same confidence.

[That comment about Vengeance stung, a lot more than he knew Foundation intended. His vision blurred, and he gritted his teeth, trying to control himself.]

I know... I know he's unreliable. Still, I had... I hoped...

[Forcing a deep, shaking breath, the Visitor looked at the Zero Point. His hand clenched around the silver charm. The voice that now buzzed from his modulator reeked of an eerie, forced calm.]

I've always despised this feeling. Standing at the top of a cliff, waiting to dive.

[A moment of silence.]

Thank you, old friend... for trusting me. In spite of everything. I hope... that I don't let you down.

*Foundation nodded.*

Of course. You've proven yourself to be a loyal ally time and again. Myself, and all the Seven, would trust you to the very end.

*Today could be the very end.*

*Foundation gave Visitor's shoulder a pat, then withdrew his hand.*

Heh, remember when we attacked the heart of the IO to disable the Collider? That feels like a lifetime ago... though, probably shorter for you. You actually had to love through the time between then and now.

*As the time of their plan grew closer, Foundation grew more visibly on edge. You couldn't tell from his voice, or his face (if you could see it), but his body language was unmistakable.*

*At their outpost a stone's throw from Dark Dominion, he once again caught Visitor's attention.*

This is it, correct? The moment that ended everything for your future?

[The Foundation wasn't the only one on edge. The Visitor was silent, staring at a screen full of data. Sliver glittered dully in his hands, a dangling chain, and a charm he kept turning over and over between his fingers.]

It is. What the Voyager did here opened the door for him.

*Foundation clenched his fist.*

... Could we have done more? Tried more to gain the support of the island? We've got many loopers on our side... But many more chose to stand against us. With the Ice King.

And by extension, with the Voyager.

*He turned the look at Visitor.*

We do have more than your memories said. We have Order staying back, to hold onto hope if we fall. The Scientist is... here, we hope.

But we're also missing some. A few members of Jones' team weren't at their last meeting. That snapshot especially.

*Where had Vengeance gone? The man was dangerous, sure, but he would've been a valuable asset in the upcoming battle.*

I don't know...

[The Visitor's modulator couldn't hide the tremble behind the whisper. His visor turned downward, staring at the little silver charm.]

I keep asking myself the same question... "Have I done enough?"... and I just don't know.

[What made it worse was that he knew he hadn't done everything he could. There was one thread he refused to pull. One man whose life he refused to disrupt.

But if he did... would it save them?

He couldn't know.]

Sci will be there. You know he will.

Vengeance is in recovery. A mental episode... one that didn't happen in my version of events. I don't know if he's safe enough to involve... or if we even have the luxury of choosing anymore.

*Foundation put a hand on his shoulder.*

You've done more than enough. More than most of us. Thanks to you, we have more time to prepare then ever before.

*He sighed, looking out at the Zero Point. Almost imperceptibly, the shards were getting closer and closer to touching.*

This is why I told Jones we shouldn't rely on Snapshots for something this important. What else can we do, though?

Whatever it takes, I am going to fight to end this. I have to.

*He checked the time on his helmet's HUD.*

T-minis 3 hours 37 minutes. I swear, the waiting is the worst thing before an op.

*As the time of their plan grew closer, Foundation grew more visibly on edge. You couldn't tell from his voice, or his face (if you could see it), but his body language was unmistakable.*

*At their outpost a stone's throw from Dark Dominion, he once again caught Visitor's attention.*

This is it, correct? The moment that ended everything for your future?

[The Foundation wasn't the only one on edge. The Visitor was silent, staring at a screen full of data. Sliver glittered dully in his hands, a dangling chain, and a charm he kept turning over and over between his fingers.]

It is. What the Voyager did here opened the door for him.

*Foundation clenched his fist.*

... Could we have done more? Tried more to gain the support of the island? We've got many loopers on our side... But many more chose to stand against us. With the Ice King.

And by extension, with the Voyager.

*He turned the look at Visitor.*

We do have more than your memories said. We have Order staying back, to hold onto hope if we fall. The Scientist is... here, we hope.

But we're also missing some. A few members of Jones' team weren't at their last meeting. That snapshot especially.

*Where had Vengeance gone? The man was dangerous, sure, but he would've been a valuable asset in the upcoming battle.*

#fortnite rp #fortnite tumblrverse #the foundation reports

Even if our fate is already decided, I'm still going to fight to the end. The fate of everything is at stake, and I will not let the Voyager win.

And if Ice King decides to show himself... I'll deal with him, too.

theorderfn

* @the-foundation-7 strode toward you, his steps purposeful. He seemed... on edge.*

Order, report. How are the perpetrations for Friday coming?

[ Order looked up from her laptop screen, sitting at her desk where she'd been for the past five or six hours. ]

" Things are going about as well as they can, given... everything. "

[ She sighed, pausing for a brief moment. ]

" I can only hope this plan of yours actually works. I trust you, but... I can't shake this bad feeling. "

Good. We cannot fail, for the looper's sake... even if they're not appreciative of our mission.

*Foundation was NOT still hung up on the so-called Showdown. He was NOT. It was, however, truly demoralizing to have concrete proof that the people you had sworn to protect apparently disliked you so much that they'd rather support an insane tyrant with delusions of control.*

*Who was also working with the guy who wanted to destroy them.*

*But that wasn't why he was here. Foundation shook himself slightly, and looked at Order.*

I thank you for your trust in me. I have something that I need you to do, and it's very important that you do it.

... Order, I need you to not be involved in the attack on Friday. I need you to remain off the front lines.

theorderfn

" What? "

[ For a moment, she didn't fully register what Foundation said. ]

" You want me to stay here? When we VERY clearly need everyone, and all the help we can get- "

[ She paused, taking a breath. Surely she was misunderstanding this. ]

Yes.

*There was no misunderstanding. That was his order.*

You're going to stay behind at New Sanctuary. And if worse comes to worse, I want you to go, take your family, and evacuate to a safe reality.

theorderfn

* @the-foundation-7 strode toward you, his steps purposeful. He seemed... on edge.*

Order, report. How are the perpetrations for Friday coming?

[ Order looked up from her laptop screen, sitting at her desk where she'd been for the past five or six hours. ]

" Things are going about as well as they can, given... everything. "

[ She sighed, pausing for a brief moment. ]

" I can only hope this plan of yours actually works. I trust you, but... I can't shake this bad feeling. "

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Good. We cannot fail, for the looper's sake... even if they're not appreciative of our mission.

*Foundation was NOT still hung up on the so-called Showdown. He was NOT. It was, however, truly demoralizing to have concrete proof that the people you had sworn to protect apparently disliked you so much that they'd rather support an insane tyrant with delusions of control.*

*Who was also working with the guy who wanted to destroy them.*

*But that wasn't why he was here. Foundation shook himself slightly, and looked at Order.*

I thank you for your trust in me. I have something that I need you to do, and it's very important that you do it.

... Order, I need you to not be involved in the attack on Friday. I need you to remain off the front lines.

*Everytime he's talk to AMIE about Paradigm she'd seem to become skittish, and not in the jealous way he as used to see, she seemed...odd.

Of course asking her was getting him nowhere so the only thing Scientist could do was go to the only man who needed to do something different than bickering with the impersonification of the ice build-up in their freezer.*

Heya, Foundation! Care to help me on a thing?

*Foundation was not in a good mood.*

*Not caring about popularity contests aside, the sheer stupidity of the island's residents was starting to get to him. He'd talked himself down from just screwing off and leaving the loopers to deal with the fallout half a dozen times.*

*The fist-sized holes in the nearby wall could attest to that.*

*So, when the Scientist showed up from nowhere, Foundation was not inclined to hop up and help. But... the man was a member of the Seven. And he'd be dammed if he let Scientist not get whatever help he needed.*

Ah, Scientist. I suppose I've got free time. Do you ned something punched into submission?

*Please tell me this is something you need punched into submission.*

*Looking over the wall, the tell-tale holes made him hum softly*

If I tell you I have nothing for you to punch are you going to punch me? Because in that case i should start to think on making myself a new visor.

Anywho...I actually was here to ask you to help me out on a thingie. You know we're missing two of our buds right? Paradigm and Origin?

*He approached one of Foundation's monitors, leaning on the desk*

AMIE and I can't find anything on Origin's whereabouts and for some reason she won't tell me Paradigm's. I know you are...skeptical about her but I was hoping you'd know how to grab at least the smallest info.

*Foundation's simmering anger vanished immediately, replaced by a deep sadness.*

I was... wondering, when we'd be having this conversation.

You may want to sit down.

*After Scientist obliged, Foundation joined him. Pulling up a data tablet, he typed in some info and passed it to Scientist.*

We received a full report a few days ago. AMIE finished compiling all the information we could gather on the whereabouts of the missing Seven members.

*There it was, in plain text:*

*VISITOR (Reality Zero): Consumed by the Chrome.*

*ORIGIN: Consumed by the Chrome.*

*SCIENTIST: Cahweiwj jenn hge Cajjaba?*

*And, finally...*

*PARADIGM: Lifeforce used to re-fuse Reality Zero. Lost connection Circa 2023.*

I'm sorry, Scientist. Truly, deeply sorry. I didn't always agree with her... didn't always approve of her actions. But she was one of us, a true member of the Seven...

*His voice caught, and he looked down.*

... who gave her life for the mission.

*His hidden eyes immediately fell to the text referred to Paradigm, an audio file attached to that dreaded sentence, hesitantly tapping on it, Paradigm's voice filled the silence in the room*

"I've done everything I can."

"This. Is your fight now."

*Her last words. Before she had done the only thing that had permitted them all to be still alive, to have a home. She had sacrificed herself to that Reality itself, gave her own essence to bind water and stone once more. To give Loopers what The Last Reality had taken from them.

Scientist let his visor retract away from his head, lowering it as he sighed deeply, a few tears trickling onto the tablet's display.*

She always loved Reality and its inhabitants...she would have done everything to see it thrive with life forever...

And that's exactly what she did in the end. Gave her own life to Reality, so that it could live on...

*A sniffle escaped his nostrils as he raised his head to the ceiling, tears flowing freely now.*

I think you understand why I loved that woman and still do. A true angel sent from Heaven and gifted to the Seven...at least somewhere around the Omniverse her essence lives on...

Embedded to what she loved the most.

*Foundation shook his head.*

What I thought doesn't matter. What matters is that she... Visitor... Origin... they gave their lives in this fight. For their sake, and for the sake of everyone counting on us...

*He clenched his fist, and blinked away the tears that were rising unbidden to his eyes.*

We cannot let the Last Reality, or any of the other forces who want to destroy this place win. Too many have sacrificed their own lives to get us this far.

I will not let them down.

*He looked up, locking eyes with Scientist.*

After this is all over... maybe we can do some kind of ceremony. To remember them. A way to make sure they won't ever be forgotten. That we never forget our fallen brothers and sisters.

*Everytime he's talk to AMIE about Paradigm she'd seem to become skittish, and not in the jealous way he as used to see, she seemed...odd.

Of course asking her was getting him nowhere so the only thing Scientist could do was go to the only man who needed to do something different than bickering with the impersonification of the ice build-up in their freezer.*

Heya, Foundation! Care to help me on a thing?

*Foundation was not in a good mood.*

*Not caring about popularity contests aside, the sheer stupidity of the island's residents was starting to get to him. He'd talked himself down from just screwing off and leaving the loopers to deal with the fallout half a dozen times.*

*The fist-sized holes in the nearby wall could attest to that.*

*So, when the Scientist showed up from nowhere, Foundation was not inclined to hop up and help. But... the man was a member of the Seven. And he'd be dammed if he let Scientist not get whatever help he needed.*

Ah, Scientist. I suppose I've got free time. Do you ned something punched into submission?

*Please tell me this is something you need punched into submission.*

*Looking over the wall, the tell-tale holes made him hum softly*

If I tell you I have nothing for you to punch are you going to punch me? Because in that case i should start to think on making myself a new visor.

Anywho...I actually was here to ask you to help me out on a thingie. You know we're missing two of our buds right? Paradigm and Origin?

*He approached one of Foundation's monitors, leaning on the desk*

AMIE and I can't find anything on Origin's whereabouts and for some reason she won't tell me Paradigm's. I know you are...skeptical about her but I was hoping you'd know how to grab at least the smallest info.

*Foundation's simmering anger vanished immediately, replaced by a deep sadness.*

I was... wondering, when we'd be having this conversation.

You may want to sit down.

*After Scientist obliged, Foundation joined him. Pulling up a data tablet, he typed in some info and passed it to Scientist.*

We received a full report a few days ago. AMIE finished compiling all the information we could gather on the whereabouts of the missing Seven members.

*There it was, in plain text:*

*VISITOR (Reality Zero): Consumed by the Chrome.*

*ORIGIN: Consumed by the Chrome.*

*SCIENTIST: Cahweiwj jenn hge Cajjaba?*

*And, finally...*

*PARADIGM: Lifeforce used to re-fuse Reality Zero. Lost connection Circa 2023.*

I'm sorry, Scientist. Truly, deeply sorry. I didn't always agree with her... didn't always approve of her actions. But she was one of us, a true member of the Seven...

*His voice caught, and he looked down.*

... who gave her life for the mission.

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*Everytime he's talk to AMIE about Paradigm she'd seem to become skittish, and not in the jealous way he as used to see, she seemed...odd.

Of course asking her was getting him nowhere so the only thing Scientist could do was go to the only man who needed to do something different than bickering with the impersonification of the ice build-up in their freezer.*

Heya, Foundation! Care to help me on a thing?

*Foundation was not in a good mood.*

*Not caring about popularity contests aside, the sheer stupidity of the island's residents was starting to get to him. He'd talked himself down from just screwing off and leaving the loopers to deal with the fallout half a dozen times.*

*The fist-sized holes in the nearby wall could attest to that.*

*So, when the Scientist showed up from nowhere, Foundation was not inclined to hop up and help. But... the man was a member of the Seven. And he'd be dammed if he let Scientist not get whatever help he needed.*

Ah, Scientist. I suppose I've got free time. Do you ned something punched into submission?

*Please tell me this is something you need punched into submission.*

They're lucky that I care more about Reality's safety than I care about an idiotic popularity contest... I'm still going to fight for them. Even if the one they chose would sacrifice any one of them for victory...

Alright, let go of your pride... we've still got an Omniverse in trouble to save.

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* @the-foundation-7 had sat with his thoughts enough. There was a question that had been sitting in his head for the past month and a half, and he needed it answered.*

*Naturally, he went to the only person with a grasp on the intricacies of quantum mechanics he knew.*

Scientist. We need to talk.

I see the look. You mean biz.

*Scientist took a sip from a can of soda, before pulling up his laptop.*

So what will it be today? Intel, something about the Ice King, next doctor's appointment? Don't be shy, I'm your man you know I got it all.

Imagined. How is she alive?

*Foundation got right to the point, arms folded.*

I saw her and Geno die in the Zero Point. I watched their atoms be scattered across the Omniverse. You HAVE my helmet feed, you saw what happened too.

So how the hell is she alive? Because if she survived, then you know that means he did too.

*A shiver ran down Scientist's spine*

Ouhh- ahh- we're uh- finally talking about that, eh?

*He grimaced as he searched through his laptop's files, he could confirm Foundation hadn't seen wrong. Both Father and Daughter, being horribly atomized and scattered across even the most far of the realities.

They had died. But Imagined was alive and well like nothing had happened. And most certainly Geno had a similar outcome.*

I know they died. And by the worst way possible. And we both know one can't just walk it off, because you literally CAN'T walk!!

Something happened...something that fully reversed the atomization and allowed them to reform, as if they had just died normally. Actually, as if they didn't die at all.

I looked into it. And I have a theory, but I wanna hear your thoughts first because I think that if I share mine first, you're going to think I lost my marbles.

*Foundation chuckled softly.*

I'm not certain of your mental state at the best of times, but you do good work. But... here's some of what I found.

As you know, I've been encased in ice, suit in statis for the past four years. Now that I'm out here, however, some of the information about what happened since the Visitor first scouted out the original island seems... off.

*Foundation flexed his arms, giving off an air of concern.*

At first, I wondered if my memory was starting to go. We've lived a long time... sometimes I wonder if it's been too long. But my suit was in loop-proof stasis this whole time, and some of the local data doesn't line up.

For example, I have records of a Cube making landfall onto the island in 2017. However, the records here state that that never happened. I also have records of Midas leading Ghost and Shadow and causing a civil war during 2020, but the records here conflate him with Meowcles, and combine Ghost and Shadow into one organization under the leadership of some sort of IO "VIPs."

*Foundation shook his head gravely.*

Either someone tampered with the data, or somehow... somehow, the history of Reality Zero managed to be altered. Which should be impossible. All of our research concluded that the timeline here was completely fixed due to being the Zero Point, which would require someone literally changing the ENTIRE Omniverse in order to change the past. But that's also impossible...

*His helmet looked intently at Scientist.*

... Correct?

*Okay. Theory was similarly crazy as his was!*

Almost...

You see, everything you just listed, is correct, there have been changes, events altered and people swapped around...but it didn't take changing the whole Omniverse.

When you want to alter a timeline, there is a high change that something goes wrong, and you reset it, causing a new one to start to fix the issue. But it's never the same version of events. And it screws people's brains as long as they have lived through the change.

I've been having times where I'm SURE something happened a certain way, then realize I have vague memories of it happening differently! And then the more I think about it the more these memories shuffle with eachother.

*Scientist leaned close to Foundation, his voice dropping low*

Somebody...has managed to reset our timeline through the Zero Point, causing a new one to start and changing almost every event that we saw.

Then our top priority is to find out who did it, and why. If an agent of the Imagined Order conspired to bring back Geno...

*Foundation let the thought hang in the air. They all knew how bad that could be.*

Ask the other members of the Seven who we have here. All of them, including Imagined. See if any of them also have these odd memory fragments.

Will do...if you wanna hear from me first however...

*Scientist leaned back against his chair*

Remember when we basically...reduced Athena to nothing but a black hole for a few days? I have a vague memory that tells me that somebody had actually convinced me to strap a time machine on one of the rockets. Causing a massive explosion instead of a black hole. Like a Big Bang.

And this gets crazier because i have the slight feeling it was Jones to who told me to do that...but you and I both know we got the blond ding dong out of the IO in Apollo!! So...

*He shrugged*

I'll have to look into the others. Have them explain their version of events.

Yeah, I recall. The IO basically let us waltz in to fix the Zero Point for them. Cowards. Though after what Paradigm did--

*He held a hand up.*

... Accidentally did. I can't say I blame em. It's not like they were going to fix it...

*At the mention of Jones, Foundation raised an eyebrow.*

Jones. Not a "Jonesy"? Are you sure?

*But the mention of a time machine... Foundation frowned to himself.*

... What exactly could occur if you smashed time, space, and reality together and shoved them right up the Zero Point?

* @the-foundation-7 had sat with his thoughts enough. There was a question that had been sitting in his head for the past month and a half, and he needed it answered.*

*Naturally, he went to the only person with a grasp on the intricacies of quantum mechanics he knew.*

Scientist. We need to talk.

I see the look. You mean biz.

*Scientist took a sip from a can of soda, before pulling up his laptop.*

So what will it be today? Intel, something about the Ice King, next doctor's appointment? Don't be shy, I'm your man you know I got it all.

Imagined. How is she alive?

*Foundation got right to the point, arms folded.*

I saw her and Geno die in the Zero Point. I watched their atoms be scattered across the Omniverse. You HAVE my helmet feed, you saw what happened too.

So how the hell is she alive? Because if she survived, then you know that means he did too.

*A shiver ran down Scientist's spine*

Ouhh- ahh- we're uh- finally talking about that, eh?

*He grimaced as he searched through his laptop's files, he could confirm Foundation hadn't seen wrong. Both Father and Daughter, being horribly atomized and scattered across even the most far of the realities.

They had died. But Imagined was alive and well like nothing had happened. And most certainly Geno had a similar outcome.*

I know they died. And by the worst way possible. And we both know one can't just walk it off, because you literally CAN'T walk!!

Something happened...something that fully reversed the atomization and allowed them to reform, as if they had just died normally. Actually, as if they didn't die at all.

I looked into it. And I have a theory, but I wanna hear your thoughts first because I think that if I share mine first, you're going to think I lost my marbles.

*Foundation chuckled softly.*

I'm not certain of your mental state at the best of times, but you do good work. But... here's some of what I found.

As you know, I've been encased in ice, suit in statis for the past four years. Now that I'm out here, however, some of the information about what happened since the Visitor first scouted out the original island seems... off.

*Foundation flexed his arms, giving off an air of concern.*

At first, I wondered if my memory was starting to go. We've lived a long time... sometimes I wonder if it's been too long. But my suit was in loop-proof stasis this whole time, and some of the local data doesn't line up.

For example, I have records of a Cube making landfall onto the island in 2017. However, the records here state that that never happened. I also have records of Midas leading Ghost and Shadow and causing a civil war during 2020, but the records here conflate him with Meowcles, and combine Ghost and Shadow into one organization under the leadership of some sort of IO "VIPs."

*Foundation shook his head gravely.*

Either someone tampered with the data, or somehow... somehow, the history of Reality Zero managed to be altered. Which should be impossible. All of our research concluded that the timeline here was completely fixed due to being the Zero Point, which would require someone literally changing the ENTIRE Omniverse in order to change the past. But that's also impossible...

*His helmet looked intently at Scientist.*

... Correct?

*Okay. Theory was similarly crazy as his was!*

Almost...

You see, everything you just listed, is correct, there have been changes, events altered and people swapped around...but it didn't take changing the whole Omniverse.

When you want to alter a timeline, there is a high change that something goes wrong, and you reset it, causing a new one to start to fix the issue. But it's never the same version of events. And it screws people's brains as long as they have lived through the change.

I've been having times where I'm SURE something happened a certain way, then realize I have vague memories of it happening differently! And then the more I think about it the more these memories shuffle with eachother.

*Scientist leaned close to Foundation, his voice dropping low*

Somebody...has managed to reset our timeline through the Zero Point, causing a new one to start and changing almost every event that we saw.

Then our top priority is to find out who did it, and why. If an agent of the Imagined Order conspired to bring back Geno...

*Foundation let the thought hang in the air. They all knew how bad that could be.*

Ask the other members of the Seven who we have here. All of them, including Imagined. See if any of them also have these odd memory fragments.