Now... let's get to the story. The meridian (or, what's left) is about to crash into the beacon landing strip.
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The meridian was burning up as the atmosphere of the strange new planet was shoved aside by the curved nose of the meridian. Taylor frantically typed into the glove, as the microphone was out of charge. The message was broadcast to all channels he could find. There was one called atlas and shade academy. There was also beacon and CCT tower. But he didn't care. He just needed help, and fast. He hit send and smiled (who knew you could smile whilst burning up in a wrecked spaceship?). The message he just typed appeared onto every device connected to the channels. 'Help Me.' It read. He secured Aya's pod and prayed ONE of them would survive. Like always.
[Beacon, again, third person perspective.]
Jaune, the rest of team JNPR and team RWBY sat in the library, Jaune told a story. In fact, he was nearing the end. "Threre are hundreds, no, Thousands! Of occupiers! Taylor said, I had to do this. Aya needs this, I need this and they need this. Goodbye, and thank you. This is Taylor, formerly of the Varia and the white star, sighning out. For good." He finished. Most of the team was crying, but Ren sat with a sad look, but not the sobbing heap of teens known as team RWBY and NP of JNPR. But just then, outside there was an almighty crash! And their scrolls lit up. And there, was the line of text Jaune was so used to. Help Me. Jaune ran outside and the slightly calmer team RWBY and NPR ran after him. As they got outside, Jaune pushed through the crowd around the downed hunk of metal and he used his crocea mors to pry open the door. There lay the space suited form of the universes most unlucky, lucky and badass man alive, and not even a legal adult, Taylor. In one hand was his pulse rifle, the other had a salvaged knife. As Jaune got in, a smouldering pile of metal fell over the gap, so they could only watch as jaune reached out,and shook Taylor awake.