Memoirs of a RAFian

[Blazing Angel]

At least I went down fighting.

Alternate completely impraubible ending to that:

The shards of his broken blade fell Blazes his feet. He stares dumbfounded at the hilt. "You broke my sword*."

Abomination sneers and replies, "Yes I did now prepare to-"

"Your broke my sword." Blaze interrupted.

Abomination was already annoyed. "Yes now-"

"YOU BROKE," Blaze Yelled as he grabbed onto the scruff of abominations neck.

"MY SWORD!" He screamed as he hurled him into the control panel.

"Oh sh-" Abomination had time to say that much before the metal panel crumpled beneath him.

*Points if you get this reference.

[Cloak]

It's up next, crossoverfan, I've decided.  And Blaze, Abomination wasn't fighting you.  He doesn't have a beef with you.  Me and Shadow however . . .

It was Malice -- and she's FAR more dangerous than Abomination.  Maybe it's me, but that seems like a Dragonball Z Abridged reference.

Anyway, this shortish chapter:

CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
Cloak's Shadow

The RAFians had withdrew into the forum to mourn the dead.  And the knowledge that some of the RAFians had vanished with little reason or expectation.  These were the ones that would eventually get known as the Lost RAFians.  The remaining RAFians were reeling from such a loss.

Shadow was at her uncle's right side.  Cloak was dying.  He knew it, and she knew it.

"Uncle . . ."

"Shadow, don't." Cloak said, gently.  "Don't blame yourself.  These things happen for a reason.  I haven't anything more to teach you.  You are and always been an Elements Master."

Cloak coughed, but pressed on.

"Soon, I will rejoin with your great-grandpa Sage."

"Please, no, Uncle!  I'll get Meemaw . . . she'll . . . she'll fix you up!"

"No, Shadow.  It's too late.  In a few minutes my C.S.I will cease, and I will go beyond the Veil." Cloak's breathing was very labored.  "Take my Mark, Shadow."

"Wha . . . what?"

"Take my RAFian Mark," Cloak repeated.  "With Blaze's death, it strengthened a great deal.  With mine . . . it will be unbreakable."

Shadow held out her hand out hesitatingly and nervously.  Cloak gently clasped it.  Then, in a flash of blue light, the Mark left Cloak and etched itself upon his neice.  Cloak beamed at her, when he turned to a golden scarlet all over.  Then his body collapsed into energy which dispersed in a most amazing and beautiful way.

Cloak, the first RAFian Realm Walker, had died leaving nothing but his frayed-edged cloak behind, and his neice became the last Realm Walker Elements Master in existance.

[The Spectre]

Ok and I dont know if this is even possible but, could you call him Sam? After all his full name is Samuel Johnathan Graystone, crossoverfan is more like an alias.

[Cloak]

Naturally, crossoverfan, naturally.  But it won't be for a while, but I always draw up chapter-by-chapter notes first.  But it will be the next book.

[Darth Revan]

Such a sad ending.

[Gaz]

Yikes, I was staked! What a way to go.

Well done!

[Blazing Angel]

Yikes, I was staked! What a way to go.

...I WAS PERSONALLY TORTURED TO DEATH BY MALICE!

[Cloak]

That's an awful way to go, it's true, Blaze.

Anyway . . . I'm debating on whether posting another chapter or not, just now.  This chapter will probably be the only direct mentioning and involvement of Estelore. . . . Oh, what the hell?  One more chapter . . . whoa, Chapter 15 already?  This book seemed to fly by . . . Well, this will be a short chapter.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
The Star Cometh

It was approximately six months after the battle.  The RAFians attempted to move on from the incident.  Shadow took her uncle's place in RAFian meetings, but she still felt uncomfortable, almost like an intruder.  This feeling seemed to wear away during the six months, but it still stubbornly remained like a cancerous cyst.

Malice had not seemed to gather her troll forces for another attack.  Not a single one in the intervening six months.  But why?  No one could come up with a satisfactory answer.  Turns out the answer was that she was experimenting with some of that zoodeitium isotope that she managed to scavenge from the site while RAFians were dying, but the RAFians didn't find that out until 2082.

But the pain from all this was renewed when Estelore returned to the forum, obliviious to the RAFians lost.  Her sorrow was palpable when they informed her of these incidents.  And how now their remains -- or what was left of them -- were interred in the mausoleum located a small distance beneath the forum.

But there tribulations were not over.  Unbeknowst to them, in another three months or so, a new threat would reach them.  A global one.

[Darth Revan]

I suppose Esty's sundress is a tad darker shade after all that.

[Cloak]

I was actually thinking that it turned into a kevlar bodysuit -- warrior Esty cometh!  Now . . . a villian that only Esty is powerful enough to defeat. . . .

Shortish chapter.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
Galactacron

The RAFians noticed that since news of the massacre, Estelore no longer donned the sundress, but wore a kevlar bodysuit and wore her hair in a bun -- like a superpowered April O'Neil.  Uh, just don't tell her that.

She seemed more serious, but that was true of all of the surviving RAFians.  The jocularity and craziness that used to fuel the forum was almost gone.  RAF was much subdued, and more focused on protecting the world from Malice, who wasn't gone, as Shadow was quick to remind everyone.

They went so far reestablish atmospheric and orbit sensors, which took a while.  Estelore no longer went on her intergalactic sojourns.  But then . . . HE came.  And HE destroyed all the RAFian sensors that they worked to hard to reestablish.  Estelore sensed him before he showed himself.  He looked like the outcome if Unicron and Galactus had a baby.  Not very attractive.

"What IS that thing?" Phoenix cried.

"Galactacron," Estelore muttered.

"Who?" Richard inquired urgently.

"Galactacron," Esty repeated, then elaborated, "Eater of Planets, Devourer of Life, Destroyer of Worlds.  Bane of Existence."

"How do we stop him?"

"You don't," Esty replied.  "That responsibility falls squarely on my shoulders.  And mine alone."

[Blazing Angel]

And their shall be hell to pay.

[DinosaurNothlit]

I just finished reading this entire thread!    Those were two of the best days of my life (I was sad when I had to sleep last night, because it meant I had to stop reading).

I have to say: Wow.  Just . . . just WOW.  I love the sense of intense drama mixed with zany humor that pervades your stories, it honestly feels like you've captured the general atmosphere of RAF just perfectly.  And how have you been managing to churn out so many chapters each DAY?!  It's insane!

And another thing.  *hugs Cloaky*  THANK YOU.  Something within your stories has awakened my own muse!  I don't know what it was, but ideas have been pouring out of my brain like never before.  So, if you see another RAF-related fic pop up on the forum at some indefinite point in the future, know that you're the one who helped to inspire it. 

Anyway, I love the new development.  It's nice to see a darker side to your writing.  *crosses fingers that the Lost RAFians aren't dead*

[Estelore]

Haha, this is gonna' be sweeeeet. *rubs hands together in anticipation*

Also, Blaze- reference in your top post on this page is from Order of the Stick.

[Blazing Angel]

Good catch, +1

Yes, this is an amazing fic.

[Cloak]

I just finished reading this entire thread!    Those were two of the best days of my life (I was sad when I had to sleep last night, because it meant I had to stop reading).

I have to say: Wow.  Just . . . just WOW.  I love the sense of intense drama mixed with zany humor that pervades your stories, it honestly feels like you've captured the general atmosphere of RAF just perfectly.

You flatter me, Dino. 

I did notice that you were on this thread a couple of times.

And how have you been managing to churn out so many chapters each DAY?!  It's insane!

I've actually been planning these books for a while.  This current book is the last of the original ones I planned when I didn't have access to a computer.

And another thing.  *hugs Cloaky*  THANK YOU.  Something within your stories has awakened my own muse!  I don't know what it was, but ideas have been pouring out of my brain like never before.  So, if you see another RAF-related fic pop up on the forum at some indefinite point in the future, know that you're the one who helped to inspire it. 

Don't be surprise if I may just reference it here!! 

Anyway, I love the new development.  It's nice to see a darker side to your writing.  *crosses fingers that the Lost RAFians aren't dead*

*smiles noncommittedly*

And I just want to mention that my writing has improved ever since becoming a RAFian.  It's far better than anything I wrote before, and I think I personally have all of you to thank for it.

Now, I promised a chapter -- I was gonna title this "Clash of the Titans", but after Blaze's post . . . well, I've changed my mind.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
Hell To Pay

Estelore rose up to the same height as Galactacron.  She grew to match his size, and it was very clear she was not intimidated of him at all.

"Stand aside, star," he spoke with a voice somewhere between Orson Welles and Tony Jay.

"No," Estelore replied.

"You must do as I say," he said in a ringing tone.

"Do I?" Esty asked with a pseudo-coy tone.

"You will not stop me, little star!"

"Oh, I'll give the ol' college try, though, little man."

Galactacron attempted to strike Estelore with a single punch.  But he missed.  By a wide margin.

"Not really used to people standing up to you, are you?"

"That's it, star," he snarled, "prepare to die!!"

"Nah," Esty quipped, "don't thinks so."

Then the banter stopped, and the battle became vicious.  But Estelore was at a disadvantage.  She didn't want to harm the planet below, but Galactacron didn't really care about the planet's denizens.

Estelore soon realized that Galactacron was more of a match for her than she previously understood.  She tackled him in the gut until they were on the edge of the galaxy.  With nothing but dead planets.

Now she didn't have to hold back.  She unleashed her full stellar fury on Galactacron, but he was able to withstand it, as she was able to withstand his planetavorious fury.  There could not be two more equally-matched beings in the universe.

Estelore seemed to realize this.  And she was prepared to use a star's last-ditch move.  The ability a star can only pull off once . . . that is known of.  She grabbed Galactacron's shoulders, enveloped herself in a red aura.  Which increased rapidly in intensity until both forms were unable to be seen beyond the aura.

Then she went supernova, taking the planet-eating monster with her.