//Within 39 hours of the fleet's arrival, the Royal Corporate Meritocracy of Arbazan had reduced [[Omashu|broken]], along with nearly a third of Nuna, to irradiated ashland. By the time starfleet demanded an end, there was hardly a planet for the Avatar to save.//

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//Soldiers running relays on what's left of the planetary transit, getting supplies out of the coastlines to the evac zones. A planet that finally seems like nothing but broken glass and endless broken shoreline. \n\n[[Below]], in the hot thick haze, the thronged flow of bodies. [[Above]], still in orbit, the Meritocracy.\n//\nOn the ground, this was Shen's whole world. And in it, he was alone.\n\nHe could not see [[Xue]].

//Omashu had become a city of echoes. Where the municipal sheilds had failed, centuries were [[erased]].//\n\n//For miles and miles along the empty coastline, the blood of Nuna [[scrambles]] by foot, beast, craft, as thick sour winds chase behind them.//

Shen fell hard into the mud. He tried to scramble up but fell again and hit his chest hard and gagged on the air.\n\nThe poison rain on his bare shoulders bit and chilled him and he forced himself [[up]]. He had seen the bruised corpses underfoot.\n\n

Shen fell hard into the mud. He tried to scramble up but fell again and hit his chest hard and gagged on the air.\n\nThe poison rain on his bare shoulders bit and chilled him and he forced himself up. He had seen the bruised corpses underfoot.\n\nAn airtruck dangling dozens of people roared four meters above. All around the crowd was calling out, and wailing, and praying. Yesterday's stale panic pushed him to an oxgoat-led [[hovercart]].

From the top, Shen could not see Xue. Only the long snake of the convoy, flanked by the [[soldiers]] in black. He would never see her again.\n\nHe shut his eyes and saw the bruised corpses. Reeling, he retched across the tightly-fastened cases beneath him.\n\nWithout his feet under him, Shen remembered his exhaustion and blacked [[out]].\n\n

Before the phasers, when she left, his sister had told him to follow the soldiers and to stay calm. She would meet him with their aunt and the baby outside the city.\n\nBut now the city was crumbling and starfleet could not pierce the radiation and night was [[falling]].

//In the last days of the war, Nuna's destruction had become nearly complete, and her people were equally [[broken]].//

//A vast [[procession|scrambles]], airtrucks ambling low above the long line of ambling refugees. Broken families. Hungry, lonely, pushed along by blank-eyed soldiers. Around them, thick haze turns the sky into a cage.\n\nQuiet rains blow, and sting with the place's acid.

//The soldiers, empty-eyed, so defeated they could only laugh and spit at his cries for [[help|hovercart]].//

//The fleet of the Royal Arbasz Corporate Meritocracy. Even now, their phaser banks are cooling from the bombardment's [[fury|scrambles]].\n\nGleaming among them are four starfleet vessels, a task force lead by the USS Boston on a mission of relief and de-escalation. Their debriefing will be a long one, when it finally comes.

Shoreline

James Shasha

Shen fell hard into the mud. He tried to scramble up but fell again and hit his chest hard and [[gagged]] on the air.\n\n

In the night, a familiar voice woke him.