“A supernova (abbreviated SN, plural SNe after "supernovae") is a stellar explosion that is more energetic than a nova.” –Wikipedia
There was a glow and a hum and a light thunderstorm rolling across the north continent on Heaven. Thunder storms are just the best don’t you think? What with all that rain and storm and thunder and plasma ripping across the atmosphere which creates loud sonic booms which are called thunder which I have already mentioned. It’s just the best to fall asleep to, and it also serves as an excellent background to the saving of an entire planet from an exploding star. Unfortunately, one does not hear the thunderstorm when your entire focus is on saving a highly populated planet from a sudden and painful heat death.
But this never entered the head of Cyril the Seraph this late afternoon as he strolled along the wide streets of Heaven’s capital city. The elegant, white spires of temples and just one large shopping mall towered over him, in stark contrast with the dark colored sky. People with and people without wings walked about and chatted idly. Heaven was now repopulated. After the Battle of the Five Armies, future Cyril had sent a good amount of Seraphim back in time to take up residence here and to make sure no spoiling of future events happened he had also wiped their memory. Cyril knew this because he may or may not have pulled more than one Seraph aside and questioned them extensively about where they came from and if they had passed their history classes in school. None of them quite remembered, however more than a few remembered that they really didn’t like their history teacher though they could not remember his or her name. It was a paradox but somehow future Cyril had made it work just fine.
As Cyril made his way to that one shopping mall that had a spire he felt his feet suddenly impeded. Cyril looked down and found the tendril of a glowing mass of fog wrapping itself around his leg and crawling up him. Within a moment he was completely encased and he was in his space ship. Cyril was bewildered to find that his space ship had hunted him down and forced him inside for no reason. The ship’s time column brightened by a huge amount and Cyril had to block his eyes. The ship began shaking and rumbling; books fell from their spots on the shelves along with various foreign objects. “What’s happening!?” Cyril shouted above the noise. Cyril, having been knocked down by the sudden blast, got up to his feet and struggled to the control panel. He pulled down a computer screen and examined the readings. “This is ridiculous!” muttered Cyril, “Something is attack us with the equivalent power of a supernova.” Cyril watched the readings slowly dip in power and his eyes widened. “But…that IS a supernova. One our suns are exploding!” Cyril ran about the panel reading various screens and occasionally operating them, trying to keep the ship in the same spot. Eventually the lights died back down and the shaking stopped. Cyril expanded a mini atmosphere around the ship and threw open the door. There was nothing but glowing dust and space. Remnants of Heaven floated in clouds of glowing red particles. One of the two suns that Heaven had orbited were gone. “No…” Cyril whispered in horror. Cyril leaned against the door frame and stared at the empty space in utter shock. He shook his head slowly, “Our defenses must not have been put in place yet.” He whispered hoarsely.
Cyril turned away and the door slid shut. “I can fix this.” Cyril said determinedly. He made his way to the control panel. “I can fix this.” He repeated. He began pulling levers and instead of running about the hexagonal control panel he grasped the sides and simply turned it to get to further away controls. Cyril gave the wheel a hard push and he stared into the time column as it activated, taking him back in time. “I can fix this!” He shouted once more.
Cyril burst out of his glowing cloud of a ship and into the Academy of Cosmological Defense where scientists devoted their time to developing defenses against the insane attacks space occasionally sent towards planets; things like meteor showers, comets going too fast to be affected by planetary gravity, oncoming black holes, and (most importantly now) our own suns exploding.
Confused scientists looked up from their work as their ruler burst through their doors. Cyril made his way to a large whiteboard at the front of the room where the scientists kept their lists of schedules, priorities, and other statistics vital to their work. He ripped of the schedules and erased all their priorities and replaced them with a large bolded command. “Supernovae Defenses” and below that he wrote their time frame. 3 months. A small smattering of scientists approached the board and read it.
“Sir there’s no way we can possibly put them up in ti-“ Cyril interrupted him by also tearing off a list of financial figures, burning it, and then giving the scientist the Seraphim equivalent of a blank check. “Drop everything and do it anyway.”
Cyril stormed away and back into his space ship. Needless to say the scientists dropped everything and, with a frenzy of engineering, finished the Supernovae Defenses with time to spare.
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