Prologue: Death and Resurrection

[Broly]

Her death had been a complete accident. Banshee Two’s left engine had thrown a reactor turbine blade which got shredded on it's way out of the exhaust port, spewing out shrapnel aimed at Annabelle’s cockpit. The metal shards pierced the nose of her plane and peppered her body, tearing up her internal organs. The flight suit did what it could to staunch the heavy bleeding, but within a matter of seconds the brunette fighter pilot had had her helmet off and was coughing blood all over her instruments. Luckily, as Banshee Two ditched into the drink below, Annabelle was next in line for landing clearance aboard the Ferros, the super carrier they were stationed out of.

Emergency crews were already on their way to rescuing her wingman and despite the pleas of the tower and her remaining two wingmen, Anna couldn’t respond. It was taking everything she had to stay awake despite her massive blood loss. Flicking the switch to lower the tail hook she throttled back and followed the guide lights for a landing. Her plane came down hard, crushing the rear landing gear, but catching the tow cable. Pulling back on the throttle and slamming the cockpit emergency release so that the canopy shot off with her last breath, Annabelle passed out. The medical team didn’t reach her in time. She drowned on two punctured lungs that had overflowed with blood from the internal injuries she had sustained.

A veteran of the Diablo War and multiple skirmishes with enemies of the Empire, Captain Annabelle November Terra was pronounced dead on the carrier deck of the Ferros in a pool of her own blood. Banshee squad was pulled from active duty and put on standby while an investigation into her death was done. Imperial Flight Command thought it best not to inform Nova of her sister’s tragic demise. 

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It had been three weeks since the accident that killed Annabelle. Internal review concluded that a reactor malfunction in engine one on Banshee Two’s Valkyrie had caused one of the cooling turbine fan blades to come loose. At that precise moment the hardened durasteel was shredded into millions of fragments and spewed out of the exhaust directly into the flight path of Captain Terra. The event, which happened too fast for anyone to correct for, took the life of their Squadron Leader and best pilot.

“My name is Omni. This is not the world you know. This is the Omniverse. You interest me, so I have made you part of it. The Omniverse is a place that reflects the wishes of those who are part of it. But! There are rules. I will explain them only once, so listen carefully.” 

Omni hands you a glimmering orb in which all the colors of the rainbow coalesce. “This is Omnilium. It’s what ties the Omniverse together. Without it, you are nothing. With it, anything you desire can be yours. But you will need more than this. If you desire it enough, you will find it. You will find that using it comes naturally. Just think of what you desire most. 

“You will not be alone in the Omniverse. There are others. Of course, they, too desire Omnilium. Do not fear death. For as long as you interest me, you will be reborn. 

“That’s all you need to know right now. You’ll figure out the rest soon enough. I’ll be watching … and waiting.”

Annabelle felt her mind racing. She had died, right? Why was she being brought back into the Omniverse.

I could never use Omnilium before. Was I made a Prime?

As Omni’s voice faded away the brunette felt herself being thrown towards something. Suddenly her eyes came into focus and she corrected herself as she plunged into a fountain that seemed to have enough water to cushion her blow, but as the newly resurrected pilot sat up she sat that it only came up to her waist.

“Captain Annabelle Terra of Banshee Squadron?” Two Stormtroopers asked as they approached the fountain.

Did the Empire know I was coming back?

Ignoring the fact that she was naked, Terra stood up and saluted her fellow soldiers.

“Yes. Who’s asking?” She replied.

“We’re tasked with bringing you back to the Ferros. We got reports you might return so Command sent us out here.”

One of them tossed her a towel as he spoke which she graciously took and wrapped around her uncovered torso. Tucking her large bosom into the soft fabric she stepped up onto the marble of the fountain and then down onto the landscape of the Nexus. Presenting her with a pair of her fresh duty clothes just for her the two troopers erected a towel curtain to let her change. The last gift they had was her sidearm which she accepted gratefully, strapping the weapon to her left thigh.

“Lead on gentleman. I’m sure there is a mountain of paperwork to fill out now that I’m back from the dead.” She said, flustered.

“Indeed, there is ma’am. Admiral Strayer wants to get you flight ready as soon as possible.” One of them said from the front.

“Is the flotilla okay? Are they expected an attack?” She said, her combat trained mind already jumping to conclusions.

“We don’t know, ma’am. We were only sent with the orders to retrieve you and to make sure you make to the dock yards in the Vasty Deep. The carrier has been moored there for a few weeks while they investigated your crash.”

I’ve only been gone a few weeks?