Eschaton

Being shot through time was like traveling at high velocity through dark electronic slime that you could not see. You could smell it and feel it but due to the intense light of the process your eyeballs had to be gagged from the artificial sun machines Feinburg had perfected in his perfect anger.

Time was now irrelevant to Feinburg but the year was (X). The moment in the precurse,the historical record, had arrived to cease Axis. A war Item that has been on Siren's mind since its creation at the beginning of the holoveverse. She seeks things of great age, of great destruction, and of great Soliton reflection; for where there is matter there is anti-mattter or dark matter, where there is Soul there is Oversoul, where there is Eschaton, the last object at the end of time, there is Siren.

Siren made herself ready in the anteroom watching and rewatching the tapes of where the players positioned themselves. She liked to refer to them as players to maintain a casual detachment to the world around her her. She studied for the proper moment for her attack to decide whether an overt or covert option would be most prudent.

She decided at last on covert not for bravado alone, but also for a fresh chance to test her ever growing array of weaponry and skills rarely goes turned down.

"Siiren there are a few things we need to discuss. Have you finished reviewing what you would like to review?" spoke Feinburg in a Gruff but caring manner.