“Every act of creation is first an act of destruction” -Pablo Picasso
The end of the November Series, and the start of something else.
Years passed within a blink of the eye. Fires burned out and leave nothing more than blackened ash to mix in with the red storms. Fifty years after Earth would be upon them soon and yet they were no closer to rebuilding than they had after the disaster.
Octavia stalked around a dark corner, motioning for those following her to halt their approach. Her Peacekeepers had gone through drastic changes over the years. Conflict prevention had gone out the window when fire rained down upon Mars. All because of a former military ship called The Cathedral, once from a place called Canada. It for so many years had hung like a ghost above them, shock white save for the dust and the scorch marks. Now it was a fierce beast that rained fire and armed men upon Mars. Destroying settlements, shooting ships down and at a steady pace, picking away at Avalon’s defenses.