The prince of power dwells once more in his office the lack of activity within the champions life eating at him. The best bits of his job seem distant memories having been months since the COP's where doing anything remotely heroic ,. Since V-day ( The day remembered as the end of the vampire invasion) all the champions have been either busy elsewhere or stuck in the never ending loop or rebuilding and improving the city and it defences. Edward had to sit through boring business meeting after the next listening to each new so and so tell him that he needed something from their company on his island and then came the paperwork, Edwards desk looked more like a news stand than a desk now days piled high with catalogue's, flayers and paperwork in monstrously high proportions. The sombre mood of the champion reflected in the all to brief chance meetings with his team mates who still gathered once a week for a briefing the only time the full roster had been together since the ceremony in Blairs honour post V-day. So this pattern went for week after week each further repetition a further nail in Edwards will to carry on.
The twilight calm of the night filled Edwards office , the cool breeze blowing in from the shore as the champion looked out across the city its quiet calm both a reward and a curse. The reward of knowing his people where safe did warm his heart but the curse of having nothing but the paperwork to deal with dragged at his body like a giant rusted anchor the age old dilemma of what does a hero/warrior do in peace time filled his mind. As the ideas started to fill his mind a bright light appeared in the sky tearing across the sky leaving a bright trail in its wake standing awe struck it suddenly dawned on Eddy the star was coming down and coming down fast and it looked like it could hit the island. Grabbing his commutator from his hip his hands a blur he hammered down the transmit button and barked out to his team mates " Possible incoming astral collision- suit up and start preparing EVAC of civilians this is not a drill. I need any flyers to get as close to it as you can and see what this is and try and divert it if that hits the island it could sink us and the whole population with it. If it lands just off shore we could have a tsunami on our hands. Brainiac's start doing the maths, all non flyers and computer wizz's start gathering Civilians at extraction points. I want constant communication, i want projections of impact and i want a speedy and safe EVAC of the civi's asap. Now get busy "
Pulling his armour on rapidly the champion then taps at his desk looking for the islands speaker system " where is it dammit!" with a sweep of his hand the room is suddenly filled with a flurry of falling paper as the champions clears his desk and locates the button " People of Champions Island , remain calm and please gather at your nearest extraction point this is not a drill, i repeat nearest extraction point and not a drill." tapping at his desk rapidly the prince of power programs the message to loop for the next 5 minutes citywide and frantically searches the database for any contingency plans for such an event hoping that the previous leaders of the COP's may have had some idea what to do. The database slowly comes up empty and with that the prince of power hits the street. moving towards the shoreline an the extraction point alpha.