The Plan

"So...can run this by me one more time?"

"Yeah, I'd appreciate that."

What was to be The Simurgh sighed.

As the formal tactician for her cluster, it was essential that she reiterated the basic structure of their strategy to her utterly clueless brothers.

In the immaterial void of consciousness from whence their bodies would manifest, specters of these Endbringers bickered.

"Listen. It's not that hard. You're going to manifest in the core of this planet, find a place with a bunch of shardies and take a whole bunch of them out."

"And I do this for a few years."

"Yes."

"Alone."

"Yes."

"That ain't fair."

The Herokiller Class Being of the cluster was whining. Again.

"Yeah, no, that does not seem fair, sister. We've gotta tear these cities up and get knocked around by the shardies for like fucking forever while you sit pretty up on the moon?"

The Serpent was speaking up.

"Listen, I've got to keep things running smoothly for you guys. If it makes you feel any better, when I come in, I will really fuck them up, alright?"

"Running smoothly? Come on, it's not like the shardies are gonna take us out!"

"Yeah, even the guy with the Allshard isn't going to do much but flap his cape at us."

What was to be the Simurgh looked as annoyed as a cloud of conceptual nonexistence could be.

"Yeah!? Well, when the boss's rogue boyfriend tears your sorry ass up, don't come crying to me."

The Serpent looked to The Beast with slight worry.

"Yeah, she's got a point, man."

"She always does."

The Angel collected herself and resumed speaking.

"If something goes really, really, wrong, I got on the horn with the fat guy earlier today. He and the Twins could probably give us a hand if Golden Boy goes whacky."

"There's something weird about those guys."

"All clusters are weird to others, man."

"Yeah."

The Beast readied himself to go dirtside.

"Alright, wish me luck. Man, this is gonna hurt like a biiiitch."

The not-yet-Simurgh smiled.

"You'll be fine."