9426/Lights in the Sky

Lights in the Sky
Date of Scene:	03 January 2022
Location:	Dakota Apartment 1
Synopsis:	A warning from space indicates asteroid problems are more than just that.
Cast of Characters:	Jane Foster, Blackagar Boltagon
Tinyplot:	Path of Glory

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Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> I know you're normally not a fan of using our technologies but I'm not sure I can get word to you any other way. I'm beside a satellite that should relay this.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<Text to Jane> I am not certain how to respond to that. Let's start with the obvious. Satelite? Where are you?

Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> It's probably somewhat restricted. We can ask Luna to deal with any records that come up. I went past the L2 point to get a better view of our space rock. It's not a meteor.

Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> I'm in geosynchronous orbit above Mozambique, somewhat.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<Text to Jane> You had indicated it wasn't. What is it then? Extra solar? Kree?

Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> They saw me and I saw them. Angels. The real thing, from Heaven. The warnings are real. Michael led them. Fifty thousand? Armed.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<Text to Jane> Angels? I do not understand? From where? Alternate reality? Different dimension? Why are they armed? Is it an attack of some sorts?

Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> I'm need you to read the Genesis chapter of the Bible and the Book of Giants. Angels are beings present at the creation of everything. Architects behind all the others. Heaven is a different realm, outside all these. Maybe connected to them all. The angels are coming to judge us. I think. To attack if they're unhappy with what they find. They did not hurt me. But they are moving at incredible speed and they aren't showing signs of slowing down to get to earth.

Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> They are immortal. I don't see any death over their heads. They predate humanity, or living beings, that's the tale. They were supposed to set the laws of God into motion. A higher god than Odin or whatever is above Odin and Zeus. I didn't think this was real, just a story of faith. Apparently not.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<Text to Jane> Truly immortal or the sort of immortal that claim to be? To be an agent of some supreme power is a dangerous omen. But many legends have a foundation of truth to them, if not the truth we would understand. What is the next step?

Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> An agent of a supreme power. When I encountered them, they were led by Michael the Archangel. Who I presume is Michael. He certainly saw me and I saw him, though he let me pass. Nonetheless, I wonder if I might change his course or purpose -- whatever it may be. If somehow any of the experiences in lives would be meaningful to him. I don't know.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<Text to Jane> It implies from what you are explaining that these beings are not looking for a discourse. But they are upon a mission of determination of judgment. If that is the case, interfering may be considered aggression.

Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> I cannot lose hope they may consider discussion. They could perhaps be swayed. The risks are not insubstantial. What they wield, that light, may be anathema to me without the protection of the flesh.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<Text to Jane> Did you not say they are harbingers of creation? They why would they be upon a course of destruction?

Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> The folly of a mortal. Stories of old proclaim that angels are not kind when they enact the will or law of God. They turned people into pillars of salt. In their splendour they terrorized mere mortals. It's not wrong -- had I not known you or others in their glory, I'd have been terrified.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<Text to Jane> If that is the case, then the it would be prudent to prepare for conflict would it not? To sway the opinions of immortals who seem bent upon a course is about as reliable as convincing a certain physicist against pineapple on pizza.

Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> Despite how it may seem, is not our purpose to avert war? Conflicts of this magnitude possess the means to decimate our civilization, to say nothing of the whole of reality itself. The implications for their arrival cannot be foreseen. If you have contacts with your people in New York, you need to tell them to leave. Not next week, not next month, now. We have a few days and soon as a general alert goes up -- and there must be something -- the streets will be impassable.

Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> A mass evacuation on that scale in New York will create natural chokepoints on the bridges. Not everyone will have somewhere to go, and if they have the choice, get away from the coast. Though if it comes to war... I just saw a vanguard of fifty thousand bloody //angels//. Led by Michael. That's worse than anchovies on pizza. What sacrilege?

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<Text to Jane> My people rarely stay on the planet for longer than hours if any other than me visit it. However, it is yours that I am concerned over. If this is an army of heavenly hosts, then you may well be facing as you said some kind of reckoning. You may desire to avert war dearest, but it may be that they come with the hammer, not the olive branch.

Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> Good. That's one less concern. Beloved, I know a thing or two about hammers, at least.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<Text to Jane> Hence why I used the reference, rather than the actual quote of not bringing peace, but the sword. I am not as familiar with Earth religious texts as others.

Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> All said and done, the view up here is heartbreakingly beautiful and this satellite would seem to protest me circling around its poor solar panels. My main concern is the doctor. She has guarded me this long at the threshold, now my role is protecting her as she wants to be protected. I doubt she will want to leave but the choice is hers. I'll be home in a flash, I just have to make sure to close up this hatch. Space dust won't treat it nicely.

Blackagar Boltagon has posed:
<Text to Jane> I will wait for you at home, and have prepared tea and some sandwiches for you. Travel safe.

Jane Foster has posed:
<Text to Blackagar> Next time, the news is going to be lovely. Like I managed to order you a pizza from orbit. Catch me when I land.