S3E8: Neighbor to Neighbor ...The Roche Limit

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(As mentioned beforehand, this story has been unfortunately scrapped. But rather than leave you all on a cliffhanger, here's sort of a note draft on what could've been. Thanks for having made it far, and I hope you enjoyed the ride.)

ACT I [EXT. / SPACE / ???]

The scene opens up to a clear view of the endless black expanse, illuminated only by the countless stars sprinkled throughout. One star in particular shines especially bright, lively even. It's the kind of light that yearns to spread everywhere -- to touch everything within radius of its radiance. But as of right now, its bubbly prison prevents such a privilege -- pulling it further and further away from its own home. And by the time the star's finally free, it'll have a brand new prison to call home.

Immobi as seen from space // Meteor shower -- no -- meteor storm of moonshrooms approach ever so closer to the planet's orbit.

Friska and Doc are now outside the lab, looking up at the impending peril // Umeme arrives, having carried Yumna (who's carrying their pet tadpole Tone in his bowl) all the way here // Friska sent some Soldier Droids to go protect her family // As for Radi, he has matters elsewhere.

Umeme: [holds Tone's bowl] I saw a buncha' Soldier Droids pass by. They going where I think they're going?

Friska: You're not the only one with family to protect. [gently taps the glass to get the tadpole's attention] And you'd be right. Did you hear back from Radi yet?

Umeme: ///phone

Radi:

Skroei:

Radi:

Yumna:

Radi:

Skroei:

Suddenly, a beam of light can be seen in the horizon // Its point of origin is an Iron Albatross // one of many // every last one around the globe emitting the exact same beam // all beams travel to one spot // a special satellite position above the planet's northernmost point // satellite absorbs all the beams until none are left // Then unleashes a wave of energy the envelopes Immobi from top to bottom // electromagnetic field, a common defense mechanism among all Iron Albatrosses // However, this field bears more resemblance to that of an egg. Hence its name...

The Egg Barrier.

>> >> >> NOW LOADING... >> >> >>

ACT II [EXT. / PLANET IMMOBI / CONTINUOUS]
Moonshroom meteor storm is seconds away from colliding with the Egg Barrier // But in perfect unison, they all stop on a dime -- no doubt done by command.

One of the shrooms advances over to the barrier's surface, then gives it a few test taps // light to stronger tapping before immediately stopping // Perhaps blowing themselves up again could result in a breach through.

But no. Instead, the moonshrooms all comet their way to the other side of the barrier (from the Iron Albatross pilots POV) and begin pushing it // And in turn, the planet itself // Straight towards the moon // All while the larger shroom structure remains planted upfront, as if leisurely seated ala chariot ride.

But back on Immobi, things are anything but leisurely // A rumbling quake rattles all throughout the planet // Meanwhile at Friska's... // Medical room feels the equal brunt of it // Terra's rattling leaves begin to emit a green glow, growing brighter and brighter until...

Terra: ... ... ..!!!

As seen from outside, the medical room explodes from a flurry of supercharged leafs, flying about in unpredictable twists, loops, zig-zags, etc -- doing so at stupidly high speeds // An unfortunately good number of these leaves find their way towards the other // But with Doc's durable shell-mode, and Umeme's speed (as quickly he carries both Friska and Yumna (plus Tone)), they all survive their dance on the leaf-shaped razor's edge, completely unscathed // Although, the same can't quite be said back in the destroyed medical room.

Terra, finally awake from her coma, appears to've protected herself in a psychic aura at the last second // but just barely, on account of her left middle finger having been cut clean off // She immediately notices the continuous quaking, followed by the aloud sound of her name coming from outside.

>> >> >> NOW LOADING... >> >> >>

ACT III [EXT. / FRISKA'S LAB / CONTINUOUS]
Terra descends over to the others // Appears to have reconnected her middle finger via psychic energy ring. 

Back outside the Egg Barrier, something from the planet can be seen closing in on them // Various corners of the planet // Direct explosive hit with the barrier // Result is an orange gaseous smog that envelops the entire planet // Barrier is then shot off, making all the rocketing moonshrooms dive headfirst into the orange gas giant // That was their plan after all, right?

Moonshrooms shrivel up and disintegrate inside the orange smog // The quaking ceases, but Immobi is still on an inertia-driven collision course with the moon // Terra flies out of orbit and sees for herself // Dives back down at full speed before barrier reappears // Builds up a tremendous amount of momentum/energy for a landing stomp // the reverberating force cancels out the inertia, thus stopping the planet on a dime.

Orange smog seeps downward, and it turns out to be non-toxic to non-moonshrooms // Yumna recognizes that smell.

Flashback // GLOCK Facility, North America // Mummified corpses of Kyle and Clifford // DNA traces found belonging to moonshroom mycelium // Over the course of days, various pesticides were used for testing, but the DNA proved resilient to every one // Except, Casuarina equisetifolia (aka Australian pines).

In the span of a few weeks, GLOCK-made nukes (one for each continent) was re-engineered to contain Australian pine pesticide // With the key ingredient being found in abundance, at where else but the Great Green Wall.

End of Flashback // Princess Leech having already returned to the moon, as opposed to meeting a similar fate to her subjects // Sees the muddled planet until... a Voyager bubble envelops already enveloped Immobi (takes the Egg Barrier along with it via pushing) // Slowly but sure, the gap between planet and moon is widened once more, until one is but a distant neighbor to the other. A waving hand away, but never a shaking one.

...

Oh well. Time to grow a fresh new batch of subjects.

>> >> >> CONTINUE?


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