Into Infinity

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Notes: A fanfic based off of David Brin's Uplift Novels.

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Twin dice clattered into thin air, hovering for a moment, their upturned facets glowing for a moment before She released Her will and they dropped into Her waiting palm.

Once again Earthclan lost to luck. Once again the forces that surrounded the proud defenders of Earth drove the ravaged forces back again Luna itself, only to have the sheer willpower of the Tymbrini and Thennanin allies drive them back again.

She sensed it as She did all things, as if the universe itself, the Five Galaxies ... soon to be Four, hovered in mid air before Her. She released the dice again, the multi-faceted instruments of Her intervention bouncing through figurative stars to land, spinning, on the very ship to whom all chaos was attributed.

That particular vessel was the cat among the pigeons, the Streaker, Earthclan's finest vessel and former pride, a refugee among the stars, running with wolfling skill and cunning across star systems, dodging every pursuer only to be caught and break free again ...

She sighed as the dice stilled, gleaming facets proclaiming yet more ill fate for Streaker. A glance at the glimmering ship showed Her the entirety of it's new entrapment. An entrapment in which there might not be an escape, even for Streaker ... even for Earth ... The Old Ones were imploding the novas, preparing to loose the Fifth Galaxy from the Five Galaxies forever ...

Even if She had wanted to help Earthclan, Her admitted favorite of the Galactic races, She was bound by Her own strictures and the bindings of godhood. Make no favorites, play for no keeps, do not interfere, use only your tool ...

And use it She did. Ifni's Dice, more complex than Galactic thought could comprehend, more faceted and empowered than dice or god should be. Even now the dread symbols glowed, in Anglic ... if only the Galactics knew. She smiled.

Yes, She enjoyed Anglic and Trinary of all the languages, simply because they weren't so old and formal, meaning could be changed and altered ... unlike some.

SEE YOU NOW GALACTIC WALKERS
SEE YOU NOW THIS REEF OF SNARES
LAID BY CLEVER KNOWLEDGE WATCHERS
SPRUNG BY UNWITTING DOLPHIN TAILS!

Her thought words thrummed through the 'room' and vibrated through E-Space, making the figurative galaxy ripple with it's 'simple' power. The irony was delectable. A moment's thought and She released the die again. Bouncing and clattering, they landed on the Jophur hound ship that bayed at Streaker's flanges.

MANY PARDONS <BELCHING> JOPHUR, MY DICE, TOOLS, VESSELS OF CHANCE HAS BY <SHEEREST> ACCIDENT! LANDED ON YOUR <NOBLE> SHIP! MANY PARDONS DO I GRANT YOU <OH SENIOR-PATRON-LEVEL ENTITY> THAT YOUR GOD HAS DROPPED HER TOOLS, DICE, VESSELS OF POWER!

But the gleaming die brought luck to the Jophur and once more they chased the unlucky, far too lucky! Streaker. For over two Earth years, Her dice had spelled disaster for poor, weak, Earthclan. Even fate was not so unkind!

She sighed finally, thoroughly tired of the endless string of bad luck. Whenever the dice played these rounds of good or bad She felt the urge to interfere, to alter the Power held within the die. To do so was to alter Her own nature, so She refrained. A moment of rolling the glittering dice absently She turned to 'leave', removing Her presence from this pocket of E-Space She frequented. Almost uncaringly, She tossed the dice over her shoulder.

They bounced off the 'wall' and rolled dancing into the corner, only to bounce off again and land ...

She glanced back out of habit ...

Two glowing glyphs in pure God Tongue glimmered brightly ... for Earthclan ...

She whooped and leapt, Power arcing into the cosmos at Her delighted shout, "YES!"

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