Chapter 7 - Part Two - The Stars Are Right
Within the Core of the Milky Way a being stirred within its prison, stuck beneath the surface for aeons unless summoned by footprint of life upon the surface of its prison, with no being for company it writhed in misery and degradation. Today it exulted as its bonds were crumbling, as too was the planet courtesy of Mith'rak'ran, a Vor'ku'far, and the stellar avatar, Cthugha. Although technically not an Old One, its power and abilities far outstripped the feeble aliens – its release had been a fluke.
Concentrating its power upon its dimensional prison that had resided beneath Stonehenge, felt it weaken and begin to break. With a last barrage of power the Xothan emerged into hyperspace and it looked at the non-existent mystical prison and screamed in exultation. Others that had also been similarly restrained were suddenly free. Energy beings created by a long ancient race, older than this universe soared free once more. Now Earth was gone they would no longer die when the sun expanded to engulf the planet. Asmodeus, and the others like it stared in dread horror at being known as Cyaetha, or Shuma Gorath and a million other names.
It had been created by Calabi-Yau entity, Kismet, another Guardian and then imprisoned on a planet by the Disciplines of Light – Kropp Torr, in orbit around a black hole - placed there by beings unknown to any in this universe but the Valar. Slowly the planet began to break free of its prison and being breathed a sigh of relief. It felt the chains weaken and break and with one mighty heave it tore itself free.
Immediately it felt the power of Cyaegha.
Outside of the galaxy a Q watched, floating alongside was a being of Calabi-Yau space, the White Guardian.
"I can't believe this is happening" he said sadly.
"Will your race act?"
"Have you asked them?" he quipped.
"Not the time for jokes Q!" It boomed.
His tones snappy, "Are you" he waved at the form of the White Guardian it had taken, "Eternity or not!"
"Perhaps we are and perhaps not" It replied enigmatically.
Somewhat miffed about not getting an appropriate answer. "Why don't you do something?"
"You know why." It tones held deep sadness and regret.
"This" he gestured at the galaxy, "is all going to end in tears. Take it from me." He knew, as the Continuum new that the Black Guardian would be the likely culprit of such a diabolic act. Not that they would be able to escape this galaxy as it was for just this reason that the Q had placed the galactic barrier there in the first place. Imaginary he scoffed only the Shadows would be stupid enough to think that!
On their Homeworld in this galaxy, the Vorlons of Vorlon Prime knew they could not stop the Old Ones, let alone the transcendent entities they were allaying with, but then Kosh knew that had been somewhat the whole point. Sad to be leaving his old stomping grounds, planets and sectors of space he had metaphorically trod for over two hundred million years. He knew them like a mammal knew the back of their hand, claw, or whatever. But there was little choice. They had detected that the Elder Things had evacuated the Founders, and the Polyps were removing their assets. In but moments they would transmat the whole planet, star and all into another safer galaxy. The hated enemy had suffered total defeat as the result of an Old One.
Eager, ready, he felt the first warning run from the centre of the Collective and spread outwards like a ripple.
"There was no time" he sang back, "Transmat now!"
"We must go now" Ulkesh urged.
Another and another sang into their group mind, before the Old Ones could even act the planet, star, and the Stellar Avatar vanished into the Time Vortex and was gone.
EDIT:
The next update will be two to three weeks and will be the end to this part of the story.
The sequel will be titled - Star Trek: Apokalypta