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Celeste's heeled boots tapped dully on the floor of the Hall of Freedom's entrance corridor. Her telepathic exchange with the Kadabra Senator had left her wondering if Chancellor Rhombus' urgent summons was the result of a premonition. The stars had revealed nothing to Celeste directly, but the Chancellor's ability worked differently. If the Absol had felt something...well, they would all find out momentarily. Stepping into the Hall proper, Celeste found two figures already waiting. One, not surprisingly, was Chancellor Rhombus herself. The other Celeste recognized as Ariel Ringo, a Senator who was something of a troublemaker but whose status and accomplishments as an Enlightened warrior deserved genuine respect that Celeste was willing, if not obliged, to grant. "Chancellor," Celeste offered the Absol a crisp salute before addressing the Gardevoir with a courteous bow. "Senator. May the stars smile on both of you. I stand ready to aid and defend."

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Countless images whirled past, carrying out their lives with intangible forms and muffled voices, flickering in and out of focus. Above, the stars continued their cosmic march, moving through eternity in a heavenly mirror of the events beneath them. There. If I can just-- The stars stretched into lines, blurring together as the phantoms of the future were pulled away into the heavens. When the swirling light faded into the image of her outstretched hand, Celeste Leclair was once again standing alone in her quarters. The Gothitelle lowered her arm, bracelets falling back to her wrist with a soft clink. "As fickle as ever," she mused, a small smile gracing her pouty lips. Celeste moved to the window, the stone floor cool on her bare feet. The city of Nalin stood proudly under the sun in testament to the noble ideals that founded its great Republic. It was that institution, that hope, that she had pledged to defend to her dying breath. Finding just one event that might bring it all crashing down was like trying to pick out a single snowflake in a blizzard. There were so many possibilities, so many futures...and they were always changing, reflecting the choices and loyalties of those who shaped them. But Celeste would keep searching. Patience would win out in the end. It always did.

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