<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Serieyle</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/KWW8Lv3.jpg)</div></div><br/>The day is quite brisk and cheerful, which is makes inspecting the troops all the more delightful and relaxing. Seeing your troops go about their duties and training and drills, all in perfect military uniform. Such a fine day, which does make the sudden sounds of thunder rolling off the skies seem rather ominous. Could only be a storm coming, so no need to worry too much about it.  Meanwhile in a plane far far away...<br/><br/>Waving goodbye to all of my friends as I giggle and laugh with them about how much fun vacation is going to be. Getting plenty of advice from my sisters about mortals and how much they enjoy that one thing... what was it called? Oh yeah... sleeping! Such silly creatures, as I step onto the golden platform and towards the way-gate, waving good bye and wearing my traditional Ghaele clothes, made out of the finest silks and just radiant in its splendor. My lush blond hair longer then I am tall, with the end tied in a simple knot, with the long length seeming to hover behind me in lush radiance and splendor. Clipping my traveling bag to the back of my butt and holstering my two rods on each side of my hip.<br/><br/>Giving my sisters one more goodbye kiss as I step into the gate, soon swallowed by divine light and hovering in a quasi-space, waiting for traffic control to give my shuttle the green light for planar breach. Passing the time by fishing out the traveling brochure that I got from a silly Divine Scion, ranting and raving about his home plane before ascending into Elysium. Reading it over and doing my best to remember the facts, about various locales and cities, all of which is about 3000 years out of date, but what do I know? After a few minutes or centuries, hard to tell really, a light beep comes up out of nowhere and the captain gets on the intercom.<strong>"PPsshhh... this is your captain speaking. Flight 69 to the Material Plane will be taxing onto the run way within soon. So fasten your planar belts and turn off any H2G2 devices. Pssh..."</strong><br/><br/>Giggling in excitement as I get ready for planar fall, the bubble I am in turning colors as it gains divine energy, soon enough getting released and tearing a hole through planar boundaries and shooting me off at speeds exceeding R17. All of this very exciting as the bubble changes all sorts of colors as it passes through realities and dimensions to get to the lower Material Plane, as it takes about an hour over all. Meanwhile...<br/><br/>All poor Miranda gets as a warning is another thunder clap but no lightning or rain coming out of the sky. You get to look up, among with several others, as it looks like the sky several miles up is deciding that it hates reality and wanders off to find something else to amuse itself with. All sorts of colors and sights and other colors that rarely make an appearance on the Material Plane come shooting out of the sky, as one such ray of murple streaks off and turns into a comet of sorts. Rather hard to tell from how fast it is moving, and how it is heading straight for Miranda's strong hold! You and your troops get about ten seconds of warning before the comet smashes into the training ground with enough force to knock everyone a clear 4 feet into the air before the air concussion sends everyone and everything flying. Horses screaming in terror, men groaning from light bruises, various fires starting up for no reason, non-load bearing walls are either askew or have fallen over, and there is a good 50 foot diameter crater in the middle of your training yard.<br/><br/>When you have recovered enough to peek down to the base of the crater, you see that the comet is still very much intact, a perfect sphere of every changing colors, as it just sits there being annoying.<br/><br/><br/><br/>