#((fun fact: had to go watch a snippet of the episode you're referencing because i never watched angry beavers when i was young))

[cosmcther]

Thanks for the assist in advance, star lady. Being practically stranded and left for dead called for desperate desperateness! And that lead to... the big hot thingy being dammed up to the point of lack of proper gravity.

Sorry about the lack of gravity on Earth due to the immense damming of the big hot thingy to, y'know, save their own fur, but hey, better than anyone perishing out here like bugs fizzling under a magnifying glass, right? But... that raised another problem. How would they even get back home.

Either way, Rosalina would be staring at a very deconstructed space ship, and two rodents grasping at the dam they constructed WITH that ship.

(//AARON MY FRIEND AARON I MISSED YOUUUUUU!!!!!!! ❤❤❤)

     The Comet Observatory regarded itself as multifaceted. Though it served as the expansive home of both Rosalina and her Lumas, so too did it accomplish its namesake as an observation station. It was a beacon, a satellite. A place for information to run through and reverberate throughout the cosmos. And currently? There was excessive talk of planets within the Solar System with misaligned rotations. Disastrous. As well as a sudden deep freeze upon those that relied heavily on the heat their galaxy's center emitted. Catastrophic.

     Say no more, the Protector of the Stars was on her way to set the scene back to standard. She could speculate the causes on the voyage there, what mattered most was making sure Earth and its delicate ecosystem weren't set off course.

     ...And that a second ice age didn't eradicate the population en masse as the entire planet faces the harshest winters it's ever experienced, those portions of the planet currently facing away from the Sun becoming instantaneously inhabitable.

        ...And that it wasn't slingshotted from its systematic course and left the Sun's influence entirely, entering some other portion of the Milky Way Galaxy in an extinction-level event.

           ...And assuring that one of the several other planets, moons, asteroids, and comets in the system didn't enter any collision courses with one another due to this major upset.

     Yeah... today was going to be a long day. It's a miracle Earth even exists with how fickle its relationship to its star system is, why does this neighborhood in particular always have to be most troublesome?

     Alas, questions without answers for later. Without further delay, the Comet Observatory would once again live up to its namesake— a celestial-sized baby blue comet would be born from metal and magic, a tearaway take-off towards its new destination. Lightspeed travel is achieved in the fractions between milliseconds. Through galaxies and asteroid belts, past planets and several civilizations that could now say they've borne witness to the largest streaking comet they've ever seen in their lives.

     ...If only the scene of the affair was even an ounce as magical as the trip there. What Rosalina had to bear witness to as the dazzling comet hit the brakes, thus transforming into an interstellar space station for all to see, was a slapdash shamble of a raw metal shield blocking the sun from the Earth's view. Quite the sizable one, too. Oh, and about... let's say fifteen percent of what could have only been a spaceship?

     You know, she's always had quite the mind for putting two and two together, but this? —Haven above, you've just about got her stumped. How did it get here? What is its purpose? How swiftly can she destroy it before irreversible damage is done to the surrounding planets? But thank the stars for closer looks and context clues, she was seconds away from unleashing a volley of arcane destruction upon the wall two far-off beavers were currently clutched to.

     —Wait, run that one back. Did you say beavers...? Beavers? Yes, quite. Beavers in space suits... in front of a wall— ah, no. A dam. Surely it's a dam. Because, you know... Beavers. Some cosmic beavers built a metal dam... in front of the Sun. Mother Void give her strength.

     From here, a telescope now lowered, arms merely folded themselves behind her back as she waltzed into open space. No space suit required. No jet pack to move. No cable connected to her back for when it was time to return. It's a raw force of will that motivates her to move. And it's with a calm demeanor that she strides forward. Almost in the same way a health inspector walks into a rat-infested, mold-plagued, illness-festering restaurant with a smile, thinking 'now this oughta be good' during their approach towards the owner.

     After a few moments of the figure's imminent approach, The Beavers would be staring at a tall blonde woman with, hmm, let's say clenched features. Yes, clenched is probably the kindest way to put it.

     "Hi." She began, politely. There is an entire book's worth of subtext to read behind that greeting of hers. "My name is Rosalina Lavonne. Might I ask you fine gentlemen what it is you're doing? Because, while this isn't exactly private property, I'd be remiss if I failed to mention the severe ramifications of building anything within and all throughout this particular area."