<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Raymond Terrill (Not in costume))<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Undisclosed Graveyard in home town<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>2nd week after Epoch War, 4 days before first mission.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Stood alone, somber and silent standing at the entrance of a small graveyard plot, his leather jacket out of place with the button shirt and tie that he had on beneath it along with his black slacks and combat boots. Light orange hair bristling in the wind as he looked down to his feet, gritting his teeth as his jaw tightened and fist clenched. He hadn't moved from this position in hours, thoughts reeling through his head of all that had happened leading up to this moment. Thoughts of all the cost that had come from his involvement.<br/><br/>No. That wasn't right.<br/><br/>His<em> failure.</em><br/><br/>For as fast as he could be, for all that he had learned how could he not have been here to protect the one he had loved. He didn't think the war would have reached out this far or perhaps it had been arrogance with all that he had done before thinking that his life beyond the mask would remain untouched. That seemed to be the story of his life, always a bit late to the party. A knot seemed to just clench in his gut and making his entire body shudder for just a moment as he exhaled slowly, raising his gaze from the ground.<br/><br/>As much guilt as his own mind tormented him with, part of him knew he had made the right call. It didn't make him any less bitter about it, how much more loss could there have been if those who had remained hadn't risen up. It was a heavy weight to carry...nearly unbearable to dwell on for a long period and there was still so much to be done. His gaze raised upwards to the sky now, a golden mask seeming to just burn itself in a brilliant light into existence, pulling his jacket closed and tugging on his gloves.<br/><br/>Under his breath, "I'm sorry Jessica."<br/><br/>A golden aura humming around him, illuminating the night as he rose into the air and seemingly vanishing in a streak of light as he took himself into orbit around the planet, the suns light soaking into him as his entire body seemed to be made now of that shimmering light as he hovered there for a few more moments. He needed to be on patrol. So much bad had happened it was only a matter of time before that power vacuum would get filled and what was coming he did not predict was going to be good. How could it be...some of the greatest champions had fallen and in their wake darkness would begin to try and devour what was left behind.  Closing his eyes and trying to steady himself, telling himself there would be time to mourn later he got back to work.<br/><br/>He was invisible now, moving quickly as small little bubbles of energy hung about his ears and helping him to listen and hear any calls that might be made or radio signals that he might come across. In this moment, his mind was refocused and those earlier thoughts had been pushed down and buried once more. He couldn't allow them to haunt him or make him second guess himself now there was much that needed to be rebuilt. The thoughts of all that still needing to be rebuilt just finished dancing through his mind before he heard something he hadn't expected to ever again. The secure communicator he had helped program now ringing inside of his coat, few would have had access or known of it.<br/><br/>Perhaps someone survived that hadn't been yet accounted for...<br/><br/>He answered.