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Author's Note: I hope somebody appreciates this because the keyboard I'm on is beyond terrible.
The Calamity soared through the heavens, ignoring the pulls from orbits and collapsed stars. In front, beside and countless measurements behind lay the smoking corpses of ships that had tried to infiltrate, accommodate and destroy Jenova's vessel. The vessel itself had been a lush world once, beautiful and green and Jenova had taken much pleasure in ripping into shreds and covering it with blood and ash.
But now she travelled looking for new lush worlds where she could bask in the screams and watch them struggle to overcome her. She yearned to bring forth new life in her own image and then after her respite continue to journey through the vast swirling storms of space.
She was following a trail. Jenova had been passing through the shattered remains that had once been a planet – and she wondered who else besides herself could have caused such destruction – when she had heard it. Smell it. Life. Green. Heartbeats. Eagerly, she moved forth, ready for the kill. That was when she heard the cry.
It was primal. Feral.
Jenova was startled. It was quiet in space. There was no sound, no sighs of the dead and no screams of the living. Where then, had this call hailed from? She continued moving and spread out her consciousness as a net. Some beings had tried to stop her before but at her nets that she spread out before her vessel they either became fuel or the fled in her wake.
Suddenly the Calamity was flooded with a sense of awareness. Something knew she was there. Something was waiting. Something was angry at her encroachment on its territory. Withdrawing slightly, Jenova snarled and then pushed forward in anger. How dare this thing bar her way! But suddenly there was a flash of sun-brilliant wings and a shriek of anger.
The vessel spun gently in the void while the Calamity and the Force watched each other.
Elsewhere in the Black, a girl with needles in her head twitched in her sleep while a man with blue hands made notes on his chart.