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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Â The rift looked like a long scar, jagged, purple, and pulsating in the dark sky. Â It was scarred in the sense that a pocket dimension had existed therein for a decent amount of days. Â Now torn open, spiderlike Maelstrom creatures with spindly legs and glowing undersides descended out of it, coming through it from their own dimension to infect this one.</span></p>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Â So blowing up their mine had slowed the Maelstrom down somewhat, Intrepid thought as he darted to his rocket. Â Without their industrial scale breachers, the Maelstrom could not send their entire arsenal of spaceships, tanks, and pirate ships across Unverse. Â Instead they sent basically the sent thing, just smaller, and organic. Â Each lander was large enough to carry two normal spiderlings, or three mechs, or ten Stromlings on its back. Â Their genetic code also seemed to contain rocket science, with the glow in their undersides suggesting some chemical reaction directing thrust downward to slow their descent.</span></p>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Â âYeah.â Â He aimed his rocket launcher upward and Kate her arrows. Â The landers with their spinning, articulating legs were still several hundred feet up, but with Imagination anything is possible. Â Their weapons hit several of the closest landers, either tearing holes in their armor in the case of the rockets or setting them on fire in the case of the arrows. Â Spiderlings and mechs began falling downward in small groups, disappearing behind buildings and trees and out of view as they neared the ground. Â Some Stromlings deployed parachutes from their backpacks.</span></p>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Â âI wish we had those,â Rover grumbled. Â He went to a semi-smashed Stromling that fell close enough and completed the deed. Â He raised special binoculars that detected Maelstrom to his face and looked around. Â âThis is hitting more than we can cover, we need to finish this.â</span></p>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Â They turned to Intrepid who already threw the briefcase into his pod rocket and was climbing in, until Kate called, âWait!â</span></p>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Â Distant roars came out of the rift, followed by a dragon, followed by another dragon. Â Within ten seconds a line of fifty flying dinosaurs were on a helical flightpath out of one point on the rift toward the ground, then splitting up to cover various points of the sky. Â Then another line of dragons spawned from a different point on the scar, corresponding to a different point in Unverse. Â From another dimension? Â Or traveling between the one they were in? Â It didnât matter, they were all problems.</span></p>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Â Then another sound came out of the rift that made all else go quiet. Â The landers paused their descent, the dragons stopped roaring, and the minifigures watched in silent distress as a trail of fog shot out of the rift, from the same point as the first dragons, and twisted straight to the ground. Â The dragons swooped alongside the fog in escort, and Rover aimed his pistol up and fired, spurring the others into action. Â Intrepid only had Redâs gun but he fired anyway, just for the sake of resistance, and knowing they tried. Â Conjured lightning brought down some of the dragons and an Imagination whirlwind buffeted the others, but the pillar of fog was unperturbed in its path to the ground. Â It impacted on the other end of the park and a rippling wave of Maelstrom shot outward, turning the ground black and like a bomb blast trees and statues were knocked down, benches overturned, and water bodies vaporized.</span></p>

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000000;background-color:transparent;font-weight:400;font-style:normal;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre;white-space:pre-wrap;">Â If not for Cyclone and Kate throwing a glistening protective shield in front of them, they would have all been infected when the Maelstrom reached them. Â The Maelstrom wave bounced off and went around and over, and a chill surrounded them. Â Next to Intrepid, Kate grit her teeth and noticeably trembled from the exertion of keeping the protection active.</span></p>

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