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We are the young, the chosen ones

Voices in unison, the ending has begun

 

A new kingdom come, a new will be done

Enter into this new Elysium

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[It was a long trip, but now they're home. Well, what Boxer considers home.

When the two of them step out of the spaceport, there's manmade structure as far as the eye can see, casting them in a world of metal blues and blacks, dotted by the warm lights out of the windows of buildings like someone plucked the stars out of the sky and organized them neatly into their own little stacks.

People mill about in fashionable clothes that look like they're brand new compared to anything on Pandora, and between their feet zip little robots that pick up the light snowfall that accumulates on the ground--but they walk without concern that they might trip or run over the little custodians. The sky is mostly overcast, illuminating the city in light that is easy on the eyes.

Boxer tucks Athena's new scarf around her head affectionately, as if to keep the snow out of her hair. The two of them stick out like sore thumbs in this crowd, but he doesn't seem to care--his spirit even lighter than usual.]

Welcome to Eden-4, Athena.