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[Pahrak #0579]

Chapter 40: Family Breakfast

 

 

Kytan glanced around the circular table.  To his right sat his mother, currently engaged in conversation with Genakex, who sat at her other side.  To his left was Tahra, who had been very polite and attentive but had a mischievous gleam in her eye that made Kytan nervous.  Completing the party was Phaenyx, who was focused more on his meal than anything else.

Zane and Xyla had been invited but both refused; the former because he had no intention of interacting with the group any more than he had to, and the latter because she and Cerah had never gotten along very well.  Cerah had seemed just a little pleased that Xyla could not make it.

Tahra nudged Kytan to snap him out of his observation.  “Relax,” she whispered.  “It’s not like she’s showing baby pictures or anything.”

Kytan replied in an equally hushed tone.  “This whole thing caught me off-guard.  Plus…”

Tahra half-nodded and half-shrugged—she understood.  Most of them were doing a good job of avoiding mention of the Shadow Consortium or the King Bohrok.  The only one who nearly let it slip was Phaenyx, and it was only Tahra kicking him in the shin that reminded him to stay quiet.

“Xyla hasn’t been giving you trouble, has she?” Cerah asked Genakex.

The boy thought for a moment, not sure how much he wanted to reveal.  “Ehm…we’ve had our ups and downs.”

“You don’t necessarily have to travel with her, you know.”

“It’s fine, really.  I think I’m growing on her.”

With a forced smile, Cerah changed the subject.  “Alright…tell me more about how your quest has been going.  Has anything exciting happened?”

“Definitely,” Phaenyx answered.  “The whole reason I joined the group was because—OW!”

Phaenyx shot a glare at Tahra, who just smiled at him.  “…Because…Tahra here knows all the best places to hunt for Spirits!  Yeah—she’s been to all the islands before, so she’s able to lead us into all sorts of dangerous situations.”

Tahra and Phaenyx appeared to swap expressions.

Concerned, Cerah repeated, “Dangerous…?”

“He exaggerates,” Tahra replied.  “Sure, we’ve hunted some dangerous Spirits, but we’re always in a group and take plenty of items.  Nobody’s been hurt.”

Determined to get his revenge, Phaenyx contradicted, “But wasn’t there that one time on Onu-Isle?  That swarm of Spirits popped up in the tunnel, and they threw Genakex into the wall and started a cave-in?”

Tahra’s eyes narrowed.  Cerah gave a frightened look to Genakex, who was unsure which side to take.

“Well, I was able to get him out of there,” Kytan intervened.  “We made it out unharmed, with a haul of Spirits we were able to get a great price for.”

Tahra smiled at Kytan, silently thanking him for the back-up.

“Well…as long as you’re all being careful,” Cerah said.

Phaenyx was already at work crafting a new lie, and Tahra waited eagerly to see what he would throw at her.  Not wanting the mini-feud to escalate, Genakex said, “Y-Yeah, Tahra’s hunting grounds have been a great help.  Without them I wouldn’t have been able to save up my Widgets for Gurren Lagann so quickly.  It’s been a huge help in my Orb Battles.”

Realizing that he was lying to his mother, Genakex felt guilt well up inside of him.

“Oh, so you were able to get one of those?” Cerah said.  “That’s great!  You always talked about how you wanted one.  Have you been able to make some fun Combinations?”

Pushing his guilt aside, Genakex went on, “Yep.  I used Exo-Skrall Master Warrior to help me against the Earth-Lord, and I had both Mu Warrior and Grimlock when I fought the Ice-Lord.  Grimlock’s effect kicked in right when I needed it, so it was definitely a good choice!”

Kytan raised an eyebrow.  Spirit effects generally did not activate until the Bioni-Lord had obtained the Ultima-Orbs corresponding to the Spirit’s Elements.  There were exceptions, of course—obvious ones like Parasite Spirits, and not-so-obvious ones like Articuno and Moltres—but Kytan was sure that Grimlock was not one of them.  Being a pure Steel Spirit, Grimlock’s effect should only work for a Bioni-Lord who had defeated the Steel-Lord.

How, then, had Genakex been able to use it?

Maybe because it was Combined with Gurren Lagann? Kytan thought.  Hm…I would think that the effects of Spirits it Combines with would only work if they could be used by the Spirit individually—that makes the most sense, at least.  But what other explanation is there that matches Genakex’s story?

“That’s great!” Cerah said.  “How about you, Kytan?”

Kytan abandoned his pondering.  “Hm?  Oh, uh, my Orb Battles have been going well.  I’ve been using a variety of Spirits—whatever seems suited to the specific battle.”

“You’ve always been analytic,” Cerah said proudly.  “He never understood why anyone would choose an Element to specialize in.  What was it you said?  ‘It’s a foolish mistake that lets a Bioni-Lord be wiped out by anyone with the Elemental advantage’?”

Tahra’s fork froze in mid-air.  Kytan gulped as he felt a small spike in the temperature.

“I…didn’t have all the facts,” Kytan weakly offered.

Cerah looked at him for a moment, then back to Kytan.  It didn’t take her long to figure out what was going on.

“Hm…I seem to recall telling you all about how well I did as a Psionics specialist,” she remembered.  “What changed your mind?”

“First-hand experience,” Kytan replied.  “I’m sorry for not taking your stories as seriously as I should have, Mom.”

Tahra slowly began to move again.  The temperature returned to normal.

“Oh, that’s alright,” Cerah said.  “So long as you’ve learned your lesson, hehe.”

Kytan breathed a badly-disguised sigh of relief.

“On a different subject…why have neither of you called me?” Cerah asked.

While Kytan worked on his answer, Genakex reluctantly said, “Well…I kinda ran away, and I wasn’t sure how to explain that…”

An awkward silence wrapped itself around the tale.  Genakex looked down and picked at his food.

Unable to bear it, Phaenyx stood up and said, “Uh…if you’ll excuse me for a minute.”

As he left, Cerah quietly said, “You never had to explain, Genakex.  I saw you leave.  I didn’t stop you because I understand what caused you to go.”

Genakex looked up in surprise.  “You…you saw me?”

Cerah nodded.  “I won’t pretend I wasn’t sad to see you go.  But, I know you feel like you didn’t have a choice because of the way your father is.  You deserve a chance to prove yourself, so I won’t take that away from you.”

She paused and gave a sad smile.  “I would feel better if I heard from you now and again, though.  You know how overprotective I am.”

Genakex was unable to reply.  Kytan was also surprised, but he recovered quickly enough to step in.

“We’ll call more often, Mom,” he said.  “I promise.”

Cerah turned to thank him, but her gaze lingered on Tahra.  “Are you alright, Tahra?”

Kytan turned around.  A sad look was in Tahra’s eyes, but she put a hand over her face to hide it.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said.  Her tone wavered slightly.  “I just, ah…I…ah…sorry, excuse me.”

She stood up and walked away from the table.  Kytan had no idea what was going on, and as he watched her go he wondered if he should follow her.

No, he told himself.  I should know by now that I can’t force things with Tahra.  If she wants my help, she’ll ask for it.

Still, he found himself filled with a worried feeling that he could not shake.  The exact name of the emotion escaped him, however, and he began trying to place it.

“You’ve been spacing out a lot,” Cerah noticed.

“Hm?  Have I?” Kytan responded.  “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be rude.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.  I’m just wondering what has you so preoccupied.”

It was then that Phaenyx came back to the table.  He sat down cautiously, asking, “So, uh…what are we talking about now?”

Cerah replied, “Well…it looks like we’re about done here.  Unless anyone wants dessert?”

Kytan and Genakex declined, though Phaenyx jumped at the chance.  It did not take long for the food to arrive, and Tahra arrived soon after.

“Sorry, I think the food and I had a disagreement,” Tahra muttered.  “I’ll skip dessert.”

She did her best to seem agreeable, though she ignored Kytan’s look of concern.

“So…Le-Isle already,” Cerah said.  “How many of you have fought the Air-Lord?”

“Zane fought him when we got here yesterday,” Kytan answered.  “Tahra and I fought a Tag Match just before you arrived.”

Cerah nodded and turned to Genakex and Phaenyx.  “Either of you working on strategies?”

“I’m just gonna wing it,” Phaenyx said.  “All I need is my trusty Dakrevusko!”

“I was considering using Grimlock again, but I want to try out a new Combination,” Genakex said.  “Usually I just go to the Orb Center and see what’s available.  Basically…I’m also winging it.”

Cerah laughed softly.  “Well, good luck!  Maybe I’ll be here long enough to see you fight.”

“How long will you be here?” Genakex asked.

“Hm…” Cerah mumbled.  “I’m not exactly looking forward to seeing you father again, because it’ll probably just be a non-stop argument.  Plus, things are pretty chaotic on the Mainland after what happened to the President and I’m not eager to jump into that.  Still…you boys need to continue your quest, and I know I have to let you fend for yourselves now.  I’ll always be able to find an excuse to not let you go, so I shouldn’t give myself too much time to think about it.  This was never planned to be a long visit anyway.  I think I’ll leave tomorrow, or maybe the day after.”

Genakex frowned, disappointed that he would not get more time with his mother.  It was for the best, though—the longer she stayed, the more likely she would discover their secrets.  If Cerah knew her sons were in harm’s way, she would immediately set herself before them like a shield, and Genakex did not want her to get hurt.

“I understand,” Genakex said.  “I’ll miss you.”

Cerah took Genakex’s hand.  “I’ll miss you too…but, I haven’t left yet!  Is there anything else you all would like to do?”

“I think I should go back to the Battlefield and lie down,” Tahra replied.

“I’m up for anything,” Genakex said.

“I think I’m going to wander off and train a bit,” was Phaenyx’s response.

Kytan had to think; part of him wanted to make sure Tahra was okay, but he also felt he should spend time with his mother while he had the chance.

“…I…think I’ll head back to the Battlefield too,” he finally decided.  “I got up pretty early, so I’m a little bit drowsy.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later then,” Cerah said.  She motioned for the waiter to bring her the check.

While Cerah was busy, Tahra leaned towards Kytan and said, “I know what you’re doing.  Don’t feel like you have to keep an eye on me.”

Kytan smiled.  “It’s just what I want to do is all.”

 

 

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[Pahrak #0579]

Chapter 41: Clash of Winds

 

 

The elevator ride up to the roof seemed to last a lifetime.  Xyla’s eyes were fixated on the wall display, her anxiety growing with every floor.  Since Zane already had his Ultima-Orb and everyone else had gone out, it only made sense that she should challenge Nidovikk while she had the chance.

That was what she told herself, at least.  She was not convinced that it was a good idea.

The Orb she was fumbling around with nearly slipped out of her hand, giving her a fright.  Only now did she notice how badly she was trembling.  Taking a deep breath, Xyla forced herself to stop focusing on her worries.

What’s the worst that can happen? she asked herself.  I fail, I prove that I’m actually no good with Air, and it turns out that all of this—

She shook her head.

No!  No, realistically.  If I can’t defeat Nidovikk, then I try again.  I learn from my mistakes and do better next time.  I keep improving, I commit to being an Air master—I have to after all the trouble I’ve caused.

The elevator slowed and came to a stop.  When the doors opened, Xyla felt her confidence plummet again.  With great effort, she forced herself to step out onto the roof.

Nidovikk stood on the far side staring off into the distance, and it was Leanga who first noticed Xyla.  The Apprentice tugged on the Air-Lord’s robes, prompting him to turn around.

“Eh?  Oh, can I help you?” Nidovikk asked.

Xyla’s throat felt dry.  “Uh…I-I w-w-wanted to…to-to challenge you!”

Nidovikk was confused by how nervous she was.  “Em…okay?”

He stepped into the arena and fused with Jobmaster: Wind.  Xyla noticed that she was shaking again, so she took another deep breath.

“You okay?” Nidovikk asked.

Xyla nodded and steeled herself for battle.  “…Fusion, Soul of Wind; Soul Unison, Soul of Flight; Soul Unison, Breez 4.0!”

Breez’s armor swiftly materialized over Xyla’s body, now a light blue color rather than its familiar shade of lime.  Angled fins jutted out of her legs just above her rocket thrusters, and her should armor took the form of small wind turbines.  The armor on her forearms became tube-like, widening and then cutting off at her wrists.  A propeller sprouted from her back, and her Hero Core rotated about 45 degrees and changed color—the border became yellow, the ‘H’ became black, and the area between the two became red.

Oh, I get it! Nidovikk realized.  Challenging the master of the Element you specialize in.  Always been nerve-wracking—I remember when I fought Air-Lord Kongale back in the day.  Ah, memories…oh, wait, now’s not the time!

Nidovikk gave up Blue Magic to activate his effect, though it did not boost his evasion enough to allow him to dodge the Whirlwind Xyla summoned.  The Air-Lord dizzily tried to cast Black Magic, but Xyla used Tornado Arm to punch him with a tube of swirling air.  His next attempt was to throw two quick Power Punches, this time foiled by a Hex Shield.  A yellow octagonal weapon extended from Xyla’s arm, and when she swung the Wind Racket she unleashed a gust of air that sent Nidovikk tumbling away.

Reluctantly, Xyla asked, “Are you…going easy on me?”

“You really think I’m going easy?” Nidovikk called.

He raised both arms and cast Aeroga, but the wall of wind missed by an unusually wide margin.  The propellers in Xyla’s shoulders ejected and homed in on Nidovikk, exploding on impact.

“Well, yes,” Xyla replied.

Nidovikk sighed.  “Come on, you saw me fight yesterday—you know I’m kind of reckless.  Besides, you’ve been attacking nonstop!  I’ve hardly had a chance to ATTACK!”

No sooner had the word left his lips did Nidovikk cast Black Magic to trap Xyla in an inferno.  He laughed until Xyla removed the propeller from her back and threw it at him.  Nidovikk dodged the Gyro Cutter and cast Cure, but the propeller sliced him from behind while a Fujita Blade struck him head-on.  Xyla caught her propeller and fired her Plasma Shooter, finishing off Jobmaster.

“…Well, that’s what I get for being sneaky,” Nidovikk mumbled.

That wasn’t very difficult at all, Xyla thought.  Strange…but it’s not over yet.  I have to stay focused!

While Nidovikk fused with Agility of Wind, Xyla drank a Megalixir to regain her Fusion Energy.  Nidovikk used Bind to disable her Hex Shield and then dodged a plasma blast counter.  A Tornado formed around Xyla, tossing her around and leaving her slightly disoriented.  When she righted herself the propeller on her back was spinning.

“What’s that?” Nidovikk noticed.

Xyla smiled and used Whirlwind, taking away a third of Agility’s energy.  The propeller ceased to spin, and Nidovikk said, “Oh, right…Soul of Flight’s Air attacks are stronger right after it’s hit with an Air attack…”

Nidovikk cast Venus Charge, but the effects were immediately negated when Xyla used NorthWind.  Somewhat frustrated, Nidovikk activated Mercury Charge instead.  Xyla readied to attack, but Nidovikk trapped her in a Prism of ice and then blasted her out with Plasma.  Once free, Xyla flew off to avoid being caught again.

That Charge regenerated a lot of the damage I caused, she thought.  I need to make sure he doesn’t use it again.

Xyla flew over Nidovikk and used Gyro Air Force to drop twin bombs on her foe.  Nidovikk coughed and waved away the smoke, casting Mars Charge while Xyla moved in for a landing.  Xyla shrugged off a Plasma Blast and knocked Nidovikk down with Tornado Arm.

“Still think I’m going easy on you?” Nidovikk asked.

“Not as much,” Xyla answered.

She drank a Hyperlixir, bringing her Fusion Energy back to full, and flew towards Nidovikk.  The Air-Lord struck with Staff Spin and successful burned his target.  Instants later, Breez’s double blade finished off Agility.

“Not as much?” Nidovikk repeated as Xyla healed her burn.  “Ugh, you just won’t be happy until I beat you, will you?”

“What?  No!” Xyla said.

“Are you sure?  Because I’ve been putting up a fight—just because you’re doing well doesn’t mean I’m holding back.  If you wanted a challenge, you shouldn’t have used such a well thought out Spirit combination!”

Xyla said nothing for a moment.  “…So…I’m just doing really well?”

“Yes!  Is that so hard to believe?”

There was no answer.  Nidovikk suddenly realized that it was hard for her to believe.

“Oh…” he muttered.  He began trying to think of something to say, but it was slow progress.

Xyla, meanwhile, was thinking back to what Genakex had said about surprising oneself.  Nidovikk seemed genuine, and she had no reason to think he was lying.  She had put an awful lot of thought and training (not to mention Widgets) into preparing for this fight, and it would only make sense that so much preparation would have an effect.

The more she thought about it, the clearer it became: Xyla was doing better than she had expected.  More than that, Genakex had been right—it was a wonderful feeling.

Xyla grinned.  “Sorry, Air-Lord; I’ve been a bit distracted.  It won’t happen again.”

Seeing that she had worked through whatever had been troubling her, Nidovikk nodded and fused with Wind Storm.  Xyla activated Gyro Chaos, making her armor turn purple and the red area of her Hero Core turn orange.

“Hm…good call,” Nidovikk admitted.  “So much for using Storm…”

Nidovikk rushed forward cloaked in ice.  Xyla leapt over the Blizzard Tackle and used Gyro Air Force as he passed by, nearly wiping out Wind Storm’s energy.  Nidovikk backed off as Xyla launched Propeller Bombs.  Launching himself out of the way, Nidovikk shot through the air and hit Xyla with Hero Claw, blinding her and knocking her from the sky.

A Glacier Cannon swept over Xyla, bringing her energy down very quickly.  Knowing that another hit from the attack would mean defeat, she flew away from where Nidovikk landed.  The Air-Lord stayed focused on his target.  Unfortunately, this prevented him from noticing the purple Dark Tornadoes closing in on him.

As she flew, the challenger fired a volley of plasma shots.  Nidovikk avoided each bullet, never losing sight of her.  Xyla eventually moved closer and hurled Propeller Bombs at Nidovikk, but he froze them solid with two short Freeze Cannon bursts.

“Nice try,” Nidovikk said as he took aim.

Xyla dropped to the roof and threw a Gyro Cutter, clipping the Air-Lord’s arm.  Nidovikk triggered his Glacier Cannon just as the propelled returned and hit his back, affecting his aim just enough that Xyla was able to duck beneath the ice blast.  The Wind Storm armor faded away, and Xyla stood up proudly.

“Well done,” Nidovikk complimented.  “Not a lot of people have beaten me with my own Element!  You’ve got skill—don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Xyla smiled as she took her Air Ultima-Orb.  “I won’t.  Thank you very much, Air-Lord!”

Nidovikk chuckled.  “Xyla, right?  I’ll remember your name.  With the way you fight, I wouldn’t be surprised if I hear about you becoming Air-Lord someday!”

Xyla took a moment to think about Nidovikk’s statement.  It was a statement of expectation—that was obvious.  Yet, strangely, Xyla was not filled with anxiety upon hearing it.  For the first time, she did not feel an overwhelming fear of failure in response to someone telling her what they saw in her future.  If she lived up to the expectation, great—if not, oh well.  She had just proven herself, and for now she felt that was more than enough.

“Hm…we’ll see,” Xyla quietly offered in return.

She de-fused and made her way to the elevator.  Now that she was Level 5 she could do far more with Air than she could before, and she was more determined than ever to continue her push towards mastery.

 

 

Spirits Used:

#1216. Jobmaster: Wind

#1438. Agility of Wind

#1178. Wind Storm

#1547. Soul of Wind

#1561. Soul of Flight

#1383. Breez 4.0

 

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[Pahrak #0579]

Chapter 42: Tending the Fire

 

 

Tahra and Kytan walked down the street in silence.  Neither had said a word to the other since leaving the restaurant, and Tahra would not even look at Kytan.  Thus far Kytan had thought it best to remain quiet, but he could wait no longer.

“I get the feeling you’re angry with me,” he said at last.

“Sort of,” Tahra chuckled.

“…Are you going to tell me why?”

She hesitated.  “It’s silly.  You’re not the one I should be mad at, but somehow it just shifted your way.”

Tentatively, Kytan asked, “May I request more of an explanation…?”

“Well if you’ve gotta know—I’m way too comfortable around you.”  The anger was beginning to express itself in her tone.  “You’re different, so you managed to work past my guard and make me start opening up.  Now, instead of ignoring what I don’t want to deal with like I’ve been doing, I have to actually feel again.  I don’t like it.”

On one hand, Kytan was glad to hear that his efforts were having an impact.  On the other, he felt guilty for what Tahra claimed to be going through.  Still, it was too late to stop now.

“Does that have something to do with the way you’ve been acting today?” he guessed.

Tahra gave him a sarcastic glance.  “What was your first clue?  Look, I’ve just been facing some memories I prefer not to relive.  Give me time and I’ll push them back down again.”

“It may be better to work through the anger.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

Kytan paused, but decided to continue.  “You can talk to me, Tahra.  I want to help you.”

“You’re not gonna let this go, are you?”

“If you’re going to be angry with me, I can at least give you a reason.”

Tahra sighed.  “…Maybe I’m…jealous.”

“What?”

Under her breath, Tahra growled, “I never had a good relationship with my mother, okay?  Seeing a mother who actually cares about her children…it hurts.  What’s worse, I was pretty sure I’d managed to forget her up until now.  Thanks a lot.”

Kytan had no idea what to say to that.  Tahra stopped walking and shook her head.

“I’m sorry—I shouldn’t blame you.”

“You don’t have to apologize for the way you feel,” was the best he could muster.

Tahra averted her gaze.  It was clear that she was not used to telling other people about her problems, so Kytan resolved to try harder.

“Do you want to talk about the specifics of what happened with your mother?”

Tahra thought it over.  “To be honest, I’ve forcibly repressed a lot of it.  I’d like to avoid digging it all back up.”

“Alright…you know, I have some idea of what you’re going through.  You did get a glimpse of my relationship with my father.”

Tahra nodded.  “Do you ever wish your relationship had been different?”

“All the time.”

“…Do you ever feel kinda…guilty about that?”

“Guilty?”

Tahra started walking again.  “I dunno.  Sometimes I just feel like wanting more from my mom is like saying I didn’t get enough from my dad.  But hey, it’s already been established that I have a weird way of looking at things.”

It seemed she was prompting Kytan to let the subject go, but he was not ready to do that just yet.  Once again Tahra had proposed an idea that he had never considered.  On some level it made sense, but it was not something he could accept.

“It’s only natural to expect contributions from both parents,” Kytan said.  “That’s the standard model we’re taught, after all.  We’re raised with that image in mind whether it fits us or not.  If it doesn’t, we’re left wondering if we missed out on something because we’re not ‘normal’.”

Kytan put a hand on Tahra’s shoulder.  He turned her around so that he could look her in the eye.

“There’s nothing wrong with feeling that way.  It’s not an insult to your father.  I won’t pry, but it sounds like your mother just didn’t try hard enough.  That and everything that results from it is on her—not you, not your father, just her.”

Tahra stared into Kytan’s eyes as she absorbed what he said.  It all had crossed her mind before, but for some reason it seemed so much more believable now…why was that?  Maybe because he had similar experience, meaning the principle could be applied to multiple cases?  Was it simply because she was hearing somebody else say it?

As she looked closer, Tahra could see that Kytan had no doubt in what he was saying, but there was more than conviction in his eyes and tone.  There was concern.  Understanding.  A genuine desire to help her reach some form of peace.

Not many people looked at Tahra like that.  To most, she was the entitled tomboy princess who thought she could get whatever she wanted simply by disregarding or overthrowing anything that stood in her way.  Even her own mother had seen her as a lost cause.  Few looked at her with kindness.

Her travelling companions acted like friends, but she had never been completely convinced.  She did believe that Nidovikk and several other Element-Lords were friends, and her father had never given her reason to doubt that he cared.  And now…

Now Tahra saw that Kytan cared.  His actions up until now had not been an act—it truly mattered to him how she felt and what she thought.  Not so long ago they had been strangers, but still, he thought of her as a very close friend.

So surprised was she that words escaped her.  She stood there, eyes locked with Kytan’s until she suddenly became aware once more.  Tahra pulled away, turned, and cleared her throat.

“Uh…yeah,” she mumbled.  “You’re…you’re probably right.  Thank you.”

Her reaction puzzled Kytan.  “Are you okay?  You seem a bit flustered.”

“I’m just…snapping back to normal, that’s all,” Tahra said.  “That’s enough of that, right?  Back to default.”

Kytan quietly took off after Tahra as she resumed walking.  A few seconds later, she whispered, “Thanks again.”

She lightly punched him in the shoulder.  It was a rather awkward gesture, but Kytan appreciated it nonetheless.  If he was right, it meant that Tahra really was warming up to him after all.

When the pair made it back to the Battlefield, they found Nidovikk and Leanga filling out paperwork in the lobby.  Tahra sat down in a cushioned chair and asked, “Don’t you have an office for that?”

Nidovikk grinned with a hint of sadness.  “I get to see more people this way.  Besides, I already cleared out my desk.  If I go back now…”

The Air-Lord trailed off and looked down at a stack of papers.

“Anyway,” he said, “will you be coming to the ceremony tomorrow?”

Tahra frowned.  “Tomorrow?  Already?  I thought you said it would be a few days?”

“Well, ‘few’ turned out to be ‘two’,” Nidovikk chuckled.  “I’m not so good with dates anymore.  We’ll be making the switch right out front at 9 A.M.”

Kytan began to understand.  “The Air-Lord Transference Ceremony?”

“That’s the one!” Nidovikk replied.  His enthusiasm sounded more forced than usual.  “Starting tomorrow, Leanga will be an official Air-Lord!  We’re crossing our Is and dotting our Ts right now.”

The old Element-Lord paused.  “No, wait…that doesn’t sound right…”

“I gotta say, I never really thought you’d retire,” Tahra admitted.  “You’ve been Air-Lord for as long as I can remember.”

Nidovikk’s grin faded to a weary smile.

“I wish I didn’t have to retire.  But this job takes a toll on you, and I just don’t think these old bones can handle it anymore.  It’s time to get some new blood in the Air-Lord line.”

Leanga recalled, “I can still remember my first day as an Air-Apprentice.  You told us all we had better be in for the long haul, because they were going to have to carry you out on a stretcher and wrench the title from your cold, dead hands.  Half of us never came back.”

“I had to weed out the uncommitted, didn’t I?” Nidovikk laughed.  “Hahaha!  Oh, I wish I could relive those days, training you cold drafts into mighty hurricanes!”

He hung his head and quietly added, “At least I know I’ll be leaving something behind.  That makes it all worthwhile.”

Nidovikk put a hand over his face.  The others waited patiently for him to compose himself.  Soon, he looked up and took a deep breath.

“You didn’t answer my question!”  The excitement had come back to his voice in full.  “Are you coming or not?”

“Wouldn’t miss it,” Tahra answered.

Nidovikk nodded and turned to Kytan expectantly.  “Oh, yes!  It would be an honor to see an Element-Lord Transference first-hand!”

“Great!” Nidovikk said.  “Let the others know, will ya?  I forgot to tell Xyla earlier.”

Kytan perked up.  “Xyla challenged you?”

“Yeah.  She was really nervous about it—I’m guessing since she specializes in Air too.  It’s a unique fear, testing yourself against an Element-Lord you share an affinity with…oh, she won, though.  The girl’s talented.”

Kytan smiled.  He knew that defeating the Air-Lord would mean a lot to Xyla, and hoped this would help her with her problems.

Leanga held out a form.  “Air-Lord, you forgot to sign this.”

Nidovikk grumbled and searched for his pen.

“We’ll leave you to your work,” Tahra said as she got up.  “Good luck with the adjustment.”

“Thanks; I think I’ll need it,” Nidovikk said grimly.

Kytan and Tahra crossed the lobby and boarded an elevator headed for the floor where their rooms were.  On the way, Tahra said, “Sounds like Xyla made some progress.”

“I’m glad,” Kytan replied.  “For a while I was worried she wouldn’t make it out of that slump.”

“I told you some things work themselves out.”

“Actually, I think Genakex may have had something to do with it.  He and Xyla have been getting along pretty well lately—or at least, that’s how it seems.”

“Guess being helpful runs in the family.”

Soon enough the elevator came to a halt.  As the passengers exited into the hall, Kytan offered, “Well, even if you’re not actually sick, let me know if you need anything.”

“How about you lie down for a while?” Tahra suggested.

Kytan remembered what Tahra had told him about spreading himself too thinly.  He found that when he thought about it, he did feel a bit mentally exhausted.  A rest sounded nice.

“Perhaps I will,” he answered.

 

 

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[Pahrak #0579]

Chapter 43: Changing Winds

 

 

By the time Genakex and Cerah finally made it back to the Battlefield, Nidovikk and Leanga had finished their work and the lobby was mostly vacant.

Genakex fell onto a cough, sighing, “Whew…I think I need to sit down for a minute.”

“I’ll go check on your brother, then,” Cerah said.

She approached the nearest elevator and reached for the button to summon it, but the doors slid open on their own before she could press it.

Inside was Xyla.  Both were surprised to see the other, so it was some time before either of them made a move.  Hesitantly, Cerah stepped aside.

Xyla quickly passed by, saying, “Uh…thank you.”

Cerah said nothing as she slipped inside the elevator.  Once the doors were closed, Xyla afforded herself a small sigh.

When she spotted Genakex, she approached him and greeted, “Genakex!  I’m glad I ran into you.”

Genakex was sure he had never heard Xyla say that before, but he was not about to voice his surprise.  He stood up as she came closer, noticing the broad smile on her face.

“I beat the Air-Lord!” she proclaimed.  “I stuck with Air Spirits and I was still able to win!”

“That’s fantastic!” Genakex replied.  “What Spirits did you use?”

“I put some Parasites on Breez 4.0.  It worked like a charm!”

“Did you name the combination?”

Xyla paused.  “Um…no.”

“Hm…how about Fujin Breez?  That sounds cool.”

“…I’ll consider it.  Anyway, I wanted to thank you for your help.”

Genakex furrowed his brow.  “What did I do?”

“You encouraged me when I was feeling down, even after I…well, I know I’ve never been the easiest person to get along with.  You’re a good friend.”

This day’s full of surprises, Genakex thought.

“D…don’t mention it.  I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“Thanks.  So…how was your day?”

“It was pretty nice,” Genakex answered.  “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen my mom.  Though…I do feel bad that I can’t tell her about, you know, everything.”

Xyla was unsure what to say, but she was relieved of the need to respond when Zane and Phaenyx entered the Battlefield.

“I think it went well,” Phaenyx was saying, more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice.  “Might have gone better if we had an actual strategy.”

“I had a strategy,” Zane returned.  “You interfered.”

“Am I that difficult to calculate?  Sorry for being a statistical anemone.”

“Anomaly.”

“Nah, I’m not hungry.”

Zane consciously suppressed his desire to bash Phaenyx’s head against a wall.

“Hey Phaenyx!” Genakex said.  “Where’ve you been?”

“I ran into Zane while I was out training,” Phaenyx replied.

“And he hasn’t shut up since,” Zane grumbled.

Ignoring him, Phaenyx continued, “Some other Bioni-Lords challenged us to a Tag Match, but we lost.  Of course, they actually worked together, so I’m sure that helped.”

Zane had had enough.  He whirled on Phaenyx and leaned in, speaking very slowly and clearly.

“Get this straight: I am only travelling with this little playgroup because it serves my purposes.  I have no intention of making friends with any of you, so stop trying.  When I agreed to that battle, I meant that I would fight them both myself, but then you stepped in and cost me what should have been an easy victory.  Do not get in my way again, for your own sake.”

Phaenyx never flinched or frowned—he hardly even blinked.  His smile was not condescending, but as if he thought it would shield him from Zane’s anger.

In reality, it only made things worse.  Fuming, Zane abandoned the small gathering, and Phaenyx shrugged and paid him no mind.

“So, what’d I miss?”

“I’m Level 5,” Xyla said, beaming with pride.  “Also, I ran into Kytan—he said that the Air-Lord Transference Ceremony is tomorrow at 9.”

“Congrats on the win,” Phaenyx said.  “I take it we’re invited to the ceremony?”

“What exactly is a Transference Ceremony?” Genakex asked.

“The retiring Element-Lord names his successor, and then…” Phaenyx trailed off.  “…I dunno, something happens.  It never made sense when it was explained to me.”

“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow,” Xyla said.  “It’s exciting, isn’t it?”

Genakex scratched his head.  “Um…I guess?  Watching ceremonies has never been all that exciting for me.”

“Same here,” Phaenyx agreed.  “Still, it’s a rare thing.  Bragging rights and all that.”

Xyla shook her head in disappointment.  “Hopefully the others appreciate it…”

Several floors above, a knock at the door made Kytan spring to his feet.

“Kytan?  It’s your mother.  Are you there?”

As he opened the door, Kytan responded, “Yeah—welcome back.  Sorry I couldn’t join you.”

“That’s okay,” Cerah said as she stepped in.  “I know you wanted to check on Tahra.  Is she alright?”

“Yes, she’s feeling much better.”

“What was actually wrong?”

When Kytan did not respond, Cerah added, “Working with Psionic Spirits makes one a bit sharper.”

“…It’s not my place to say,” Kytan answered.

Cerah nodded, not intending to press further.  “But you were able to help her?”

“I think so.”

A smile crossed Cerah’s face.  “You always were a good boy.  You and Tahra seem to be getting along quite well.”

The atmosphere constricted around Kytan.  “Well…like I said earlier, we aren’t—“

“I know, I believe you.  But you react awful strongly.  That leads me to believe that the answer may change.”

Looking away, Kytan said, “No—we’re just friends.  That’s all.”

Cerah tried to look Kytan in the eye but failed.  “So…you have no desire for that to change?”

Again, Kytan said nothing.

“I know you, Kytan.  I can’t say I’ve ever seen you quite like this before, but I know more than enough to make an educated guess.”

“It’s nothing,” Kytan insisted.  “Even if I did, it would clearly be one-sided.  If Tahra felt the same she would say something—she is by no means a passive individual.  So until I have reason to believe otherwise…nothing can come of it.”

Cerah moved closer, reminding, “There’s no harm in asking.”

“It’s not a good time.”

“Because of the danger you’re all in?”

Shocked, Kytan turned to face his mother.  Worry had clouded her features.  “I know when someone’s hiding something from me.”

The conversation Kytan had dreaded was here.  “…Mom…it’s under control, really.  We didn’t tell you because we didn’t want you to worry.”

Cerah managed a smile.  “It’s a bit late for that.”

“…I’m sorry.”

She took a deep breath.  “Okay.  Whatever you boys have gotten into, I trust your judgment.  If you think it’s best I don’t know, then I won’t ask.”

This was not the answer Kytan had been expecting—quite the opposite, in fact.  For a moment he considered the possibility that he may be trapped in a dream again, but when his surroundings remained constant he discarded all doubt that he was awake.

Cerah reached for Kytan’s hand.  “But…if things change and you do need my help, never hesitate to ask.  I can get to wherever you are as soon as you need me.  Nothing will stop me from helping my children.”

Kytan hugged his mother close.  “I promise, Mom.  And once things quiet down, I promise that we’ll tell you everything.”

Fighting back tears, it was Cerah’s turn to answer with silence.

 

The next morning a crowd gathered outside the Battlefield, leaving only a small open space in front of the door populated only by two microphones.  Excited murmurs gave way to respectful silence when both Nidovikk and Leanga emerged from the building, the former carrying an Air Ultima-Orb.  Both stopped before a microphone.

Nidovikk tapped the device to make sure it was working.  “Thank you all for coming!”

If being up so early for something he was not quite looking forward to affected his mood in any way, it did not show.

“Since it’s tradition, I thought I’d talk just a bit before we get to the Transference.  Don’t worry, I’ll be brief, so you don’t need to cancel your plans.  I have a retirement to get started on after all.”

He paused as his audience laughed.

“Folks…it’s no secret that I love my job.  I love being Air-Lord even when I’m faced with a tough decision, because at the end of the day I know that I did the best I could to keep all of you safe and prosperous.  Despite the pain, despite the worry, despite the stress, I wouldn’t change one second of the time I’ve spent serving you.”

A moment passed as Nidovikk steeled himself.

“Now that I can’t do this anymore, I just want to say thank you.  Thank you all for letting me be your Air-Lord, and I hope that you’ll give Leanga a break while he warms up to the position!  Hahaha…let’s get on with it, then, shall we?”

The crowd applauded.  Nidovikk and his Apprentice faced each other.

“Leanga Taifal, you have completed your training as an Air-Apprentice.  Now that you are of age and I have nothing left to teach you, you are worthy of becoming an Air-Lord.  The title is mine to give, and the time has come for me to relinquish it.”

Upon saying this, the reality of the situation struck Nidovikk.  A few seconds passed before he was able to speak again.

“As Air-Lord…you must serve the people of Le-Isle to the best of your ability, even putting their well-being above your own.  Are you prepared to do this?”

Leanga nodded.  “I am prepared.”

“This title carries with it a terrible burden, one not easily shed.  Will you persevere through the hardships that you will invariably find yourself facing?”

“I will persevere.”

“It will be your responsibility to test young Bioni-Lords to ensure that they deserve Ultima-Orbs granting them the full power of Air.  You will have to safeguard these treasures to be sure that they do not fall into the wrong hands.  Do you accept this responsibility?”

“I accept.”

“Very well,” Nidovikk said.  With a smile he added, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

A ripple of soft laughter moved through the crowd.

Nidovikk raised the Ultima-Orb in his hand, stared at it sadly for a moment, and then reluctantly closed his eyes.  For several seconds nothing happened.

Suddenly the Orb flared to life, radiating pure green energy that swirled around it like a slow-moving whirlpool.  The crowd gasped in awe as the same light enveloped the Battlefield, and a small tendril gently reached out and brushed against the Orb, instantly locking into place and connecting the two auras together.

It was now that Nidovikk opened his eyes.  He tried to contain his emotions, but those in the front row could see stray tears rushing down his face.  Ever so slowly, he extended his arm, offering the glowing Orb for Leanga to take.  While not a physically demanding task, the mental effort required left the old Air-Lord exhausted.

This time Leanga hesitated.  Even if he had not known Nidovikk his whole life, he would have to be blind not to realize what the position of Air-Lord meant to the old man.  Once Leanga took hold of the Orb, he knew there would be no going back.  Perhaps he should decline, put off his acceptance of the title so that his master could keep it a bit longer?

As he debated this, Nidovikk whispered, “Leanga?”

He immediately looked up.  The smile on Nidovikk’s face was genuine, with no signs of resignation or remorse.

“It’s okay.  Take it.”

That was enough to dispel Leanga’s misgivings.  Confidently, he took the Ultima-Orb from his mentor, and he felt a rush of energy that sent a chill down his spine.

The light around the Battlefield and the Orb now covered him as well.  A powerful wind blew through the city as the island accepted its new master.  Leanga felt lightheaded as images flashed through his mind—the history of Le-Isle, the memories of past Air-Lords, and secrets he could have only guessed at before.

The process lasted for approximately thirty seconds before the green light faded away and the winds ceased.  His heart still racing, Leanga faced the crowd with an accomplished grin.  Nidovikk laid a hand on his Apprentice’s shoulder as he too faced the masses.

“As Fourth Air-Lord, Nidovikk Aewa, it is my honor to present to you Leanga Taifal, the Fifth Air-Lord!”

The people roared with cheering and applause, nearly overwhelming the young Air-Lord with the powerful wall of sound.  Nidovikk pushed him forward as they quieted down, encouraging him to say a few words.  With a nervous gulp, he decided to comply.

“I thank you all for your approval.  It is a dream come true to be deemed a worthy successor to Air-Lord Nidovikk, and I promise that I shall not disappoint you.”

A solemn look crossed his face.

“Times have been a bit troubled lately.  Though it may not be easy, I will use every ounce of my power to keep Le-Isle safe from the darkness that comes to challenge it.  I look forward to serving you!”

The crowd cheered.  With a few final waves, the new Air-Lord and the former Air-Lord went back into the Battlefield, and those that had gathered to see them began to disperse.  Amidst them, the Ikhav family and their friends slowly advanced towards the Battlefield as best the jumble of people would allow.

“That was more intense than I was expecting,” Genakex commented.  “What was with all the lights?”

“Leanga was being connected to the Air energy that runs throughout Le-Isle,” Tahra explained.  “‘Element-Lord’ isn’t just a fancy title.  They draw strength from the link to their island, plus they stabilize the energy to keep it from going out of control or being tapped by just anyone.”

“You don’t say…” Phaenyx mumbled.  “Guess that explains why they’re so powerful.  Drawing on a whole island must make you near-invincible.”

A mischievous smile formed on Phaenyx’s face.  Kytan quickly cut in, “As she was saying, only the Element-Lord can tap that power.  Don’t get any ideas.”

The party eventually made it back into the lobby, which was also somewhat crowded with people who wanted to speak to the Air-Lords.  Deciding it wise to wait before attempting to reach the elevators, the group found a few unoccupied seats.  Cerah, however, remained standing.

“Well,” she said, “I should get going.  It’s a long trip back to the Mainland.”

“Oh…alright.” Genakex stood up and hugged his mother.  “Thanks for coming.  We’ll try to hurry so that we can come home sooner.”

“You’re sure you can’t stay longer?” Kytan asked.

Cerah shook her head.  “If I don’t go now, I might lose my nerve and never leave.  Just remember that you promised to stay in touch!”

“We will,” Kytan assured.  “We love you Mom.”

“I love you too.”

Cerah faced her sons’ friends.  “It was nice meeting you all!  Hope I get to see you again.”

They each offered a good-bye, though all but Phaenyx seemed a bit stiff.  With one last farewell, Cerah reluctantly headed outside, fighting with all her might against the urge to look back.

The Ikhav brothers sat back down with their friends.  Kytan cast a glance at Tahra, seeing that she was looking down at the floor.  He tried to come up with something helpful when he heard the door open, drawing his attention.

A boy about the same age as Phaenyx walked in.  He had black hair and brown eyes, and he wore black boots and gloves, jeans, a brown leather jacket, and a white shirt with the Three Virtues symbol in purple.  He darted through the crowd, apologizing to whoever he bumped into, and came right up to Leanga.

“Air-Lord, forgive me for intruding, but I must speak with you.”  His tone was mostly calm, but there was an underlying urgency.

Raising an eyebrow, Leanga replied, “Alright…what is it?”

“My name is Ren Vicadox,” the boy introduced.  Leaning in close, he whispered, “I think I may have stumbled upon a Shadow Consortium operation.”

 

 

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[Pahrak #0579]

Chapter 44: Sky’s Enigma

 

 

Kytan looked over the Orbs he had prepared.  He, his brother and other travelling companions, Ren, Leanga, and Nidovikk stood a small distance away from the castle the children had passed on their way to the city, though even from here it seemed to loom over them ominously.

According to Ren, he had come to explore the castle in the hopes of discerning the truth behind the legends associated with it.  Being the sole Lekin castle that did not plummet to its doom, the fortress was a thing of mystery that had attracted numerous stories over the centuries.  Some say that a deity of wind had made its home in the castle and used its divine power to stop the cliff from crumbling.  Another legend has it that the souls of those who died in the other castles have woven themselves into a collective brace beneath it, hoping to prevent anyone else from meeting their terrible fate.  Still others claim that the castle is nothing more than in illusion with no weight to threaten the cliff.  The list is extensive.

One of the most popular stories, however, is that a vampire has chosen the castle to be his crypt.  The exact details vary, but each rendition of this tale says that the demon only comes out at night, feeding on whatever creatures are foolish enough to stray near its domain.  Those that attempt to tie this story to the cliff’s stability tend to cite something ridiculous, such as the vampire’s “dark powers,” or some method of uniting its victims’ corpses with the rock to strengthen it.

Due to the stigma some associate with legend-seekers, Ren made it quite clear that he did not believe any of it.  In fact, he hoped to find conclusive proof that there was absolutely nothing mystical about this castle, and progress had been made.  Pre-existing geological surveys had confirmed that this particular cliff was simply sturdier than the others.  As for the vampire story, its genesis could be traced back to a time when a large portion of Le-Isle’s population suffered unexplained deaths.  Later it was discovered that a new disease had made its way to the island.  However, while this did explain the deaths, it did not explain why several of those who succumbed to the illness turned up near the castle gates.

On top of that, there was one phenomenon that (though unconfirmed) had no explanation.  Some who have, for whatever reason, found themselves passing by the castle at night have reported that light can be seen from within the castle tower.  The few brave enough to draw closer claim to have heard a peculiar sound: the sound of a single violin.  Allegedly, the melody haunts those that hear it, for it is a tune so sad that it casts a pall of hopelessness over even the brightest soul, as if composed by Misery to weaken the hearts of men.

This gave new life to the vampire stories.  The eccentric believers, though insisting a vampire would need no light, attribute this event to a prisoner of the demon—someone locked in the tower and kept barely alive to serve only as a constant source of nourishment.  There are not many who believe such a terrible tale.

Ren had decided to enter the castle to see if it currently had any inhabitants.  He had just made it through the front gates when he noticed that a tripwire had been broken.  Once hidden from view, he remained silent as several men fused with Iron Condor Spirits came by to investigate.  From what Ren had overheard, it appeared that the Shadow Consortium had formed a nest within the fearsome castle.

When the coast was clear, the young Bioni-Lord had gone straight to the Battlefield.  Originally Leanga had wanted to take care of it himself.  However, Nidovikk had said that it was too dangerous to go alone and tagged along.  Ren had also insisted on helping, and Phaenyx and Zane jumped at the first mention of the Consortium.  Before long, the entire party had assembled and was on its way to the haunted castle.

“It’s been a while since we’ve had to deal with the Consortium,” Kytan pointed out.  “I was almost beginning to hope they had forgotten about us.”

“Wishful thinking accomplishes nothing,” Zane replied.

“…So, what’s our plan?” Ren asked.

“I say we split up,” Nidovikk proposed.  “Three of you come with me, the others go with Leanga.”

Tahra chuckled.  “Splitting up, a haunted castle, all we need is a talking dog and we’re good to go.”

Phaenyx burst out laughing, but Genakex muttered, “Uh…I don’t get it.”

The group came to a halt just outside the gates.  Leanga turned to face them and said, “We’ll have to be quick and quiet.  Don’t go off by yourself, and don’t try to engage anyone.  We have no idea what’s waiting for us.”

Tahra casually kicked the gates open and started up the path.  The others darted after her, ready for an ambush, but surprisingly they made it to the castle doors unscathed.  Tahra reached for the doors, but this time Leanga stopped her.  Waving everyone off to the side, he fused with Toa Nidhiki and pulled the door open.

The castle foyer was dim and covered in a layer of dust.  A glass chandelier was suspended from the ceiling, but its candles looked like they had not been lit in ages.  Tarps covered several unidentifiable pieces of furniture that lined the room, and opposite the door waited a grand, carpeted staircase leading to the upper floor.  All was quiet—the only sound was the old grandfather clock in the corner ticking away.

“It’s too easy,” Xyla whispered.  “There must be some sort of trap.”

Phaenyx grinned with excitement.  “Then we’ll just have to spring it.”

The group filed in and continued surveying the room.  Before long they decided that the only course of action was to move on and explore the castle.  Nidovikk, Tahra, Kytan, and Genakex headed up the stairs while Leanga, Xyla, Ren, Zane, and Phaenyx moved to one of the first floor hallways leading out of the foyer.

A sudden sound put everyone on alert.  With a shriek, a Lohrak flew out of a hole in the ceiling and into the shadows above the staircase.  Thinking nothing of it, the investigators returned to their work.

Unbeknownst to them, the Spirit wove its way through hallway after hallway, eventually finding its way to a large chamber full of movement.  It circled, searching for a place to land.  Below, dozens of Consortium agents moved about in a hurry, hauling crates to and away from huge pieces of machinery.

One of them looked up and extended his arm.  Taking note, the Lohrak dove and wrapped around the outstretched appendage.  Rather than constricting, the slimy creature began to hiss and snap its fangs.  To the untrained eye it would appear hostile.  Its “perch” knew better.

Cell listened attentively as the Lohrak told him of visitors.  Smiling, he responded, “Thank you, little friend.  Don’t you worry—we know how to deal with trespassers.”

Once the Lohrak had departed, Cell’s smile faded and he stalked towards the stone column at the center of the room.  Awaiting him there was a tall figure clad in unbearably heavy silver armor that intensified on the lower legs and upper arms.  Four rectangular objects were mounted on each forearm, and a hole had been cut into the chest—four prongs reached from its edges towards its center, hungry to fill the empty space.  Several hatches dotted the figure’s body: two at the shoulders, two on its back, several running down each leg and under each knee, and four around the chasm in its chest.  Circular nodes could be seen on its palms and soles.  Attached to its waist were two hilts, but no blades extended from the handles.  The back of its head was also covered in a shell of armor, sinking beneath the edge of its gleaming Mask of Fusion that shrouded the beings face save for his burning red eyes.

“Contrivance, they’re here,” Cell reported.  “Nine humans have entered out fortress.”

“I know.” Contrivance’s harsh, metallic voice was enough to send a shiver down even Cell’s spine.  “My eyes see everything.”

Contrivance’s pupils darted back and forth.  Security cameras throughout the castle shifted in compliance, locking onto the new arrivals and feeding the images directly to their master’s mind.

“Both Air-Lords.  The child who tripped the alarm earlier.  Those children guarding the King of Pahrak.  No data on the last individual.”

“Shall I slaughter them for you?” Cell offered.

“Negative,” Contrivance refused.  “This location has outlived its usefulness.  Once all essential inventory has been retrieved, we shall destroy any remaining trace.”

Cell looked up.  The roof of the chamber extended up and up until it was lost in the darkness.

“Won’t our landlord have a problem with that?”

Contrivance paused.  “Cease attempts to restore my humor function.  If he interferes, he will be deleted.”

“Of course, sir.  But if I may, clearing this place out may take a while longer.  Shall I delay them?”

“Not yet.  Should such measures prove necessary, I shall contact you and your partners.  Dismissed.”

Cell nodded and went back to work.  As he opened a crate, Frieza came walking up to him.

“Well?” Frieza asked.

“Well what?”

“Don’t play dumb.  I say your little pet fly in.  We have interlopers, don’t we?”

Cell began gathering equipment and placing it in the storage unit.  “We do.”

“Of course.  We should have destroyed that boy when we had the chance!”

Across the room, Contrivance turned and narrowed his eyes.   Frieza’s body went stiff, and he suddenly found himself being pulled through the air towards the Head of the Science Division.  He came to a stop right in front of Contrivance, but was not spun around to face him.

“You question my methods,” Contrivance stated.  Not being able to see him made his voice all the more chilling.

“I…I was just –“

“We have nothing to fear from intruders.  Our work is too important for us to pause to step on every insect.  Operations had to be maintained to monitor the fluctuation of Le-Isle’s energy during the Transference Ceremony.”

Frieza almost reminded Contrivance that monitoring the energy had yielded no significant results, but he caught himself just in time.  Subordinates who clashed with Contrivance were never heard from again.  No one knew for sure what happened to them, but there were rumors—terrible, grotesque, nightmarish rumors.  With Contrivance’s reputation, chances were that they were all true.

“…I apologize,” Frieza mumbled.  “I will not question you again, Contrivance, sir.”

The invisible hold binding him was released.  “Good,” Contrivance said.  “Return to work, but remain on stand-by.”

Frieza wanted an explanation, but he did not have the courage to ask for one.  Instead he headed back for his station and continued typing away at one of the few computer consoles still active.

Why were we assigned here? he wondered.  This entire project is one big failure.  Contrivance probably won’t be alive much longer—shouldn’t he be replaced by now?  It’s degrading to be associated with the failures of a dying man.

Frieza picked up a digital tablet to verify the data upload.  Letting his gaze wander, he glanced at the seven pyramid-shaped contraptions around the edges of the room that were gradually being dismantled.  At one, a panel was removed improperly, and a stream of Water and Ice energy exploded out from the device.  Contrivance shouted at the workers who had made the mistake, ordering him to fix it before he took care of the problem himself.  Frieza chuckled at their misfortune.

For the past year or so, the Science Division had been using the castle to conduct research on the Elements in the hopes of creating a fifteenth Element superior to all others.  The location was chosen primarily for its fearsome reputation.  In addition, Contrivance had hoped that the silver spires could be used to focus Elemental power, though this method had proved less effective than desired.

In reality, very little (if any) progress had been made, and Virulence had petitioned Garland to shut the program down.  Garland wanted work to continue, but suggested that Contrivance bring his work back to the Consortium’s island so that additional resources to maintain a separate location would no longer go to waste.  Contrivance, in a bold move, had refused on the grounds that something could be learned by watching how Le-Isle’s Air energy changed when a new Air-Lord took over.  Unfortunately, nothing had been learned at all.

Contrivance had grudgingly ordered that the equipment be packed up, and as he supervised the efforts he readied himself for the ridicule he knew was waiting for him back at the base.  However, this was not all he thought about.  He found it illogical to direct all his cognitive energy towards such emotional concerns, so he also reviewed more worthwhile thoughts such as how to salvage this operation.  A King Bohrok had wandered into his realm, and it would be a shame if he missed an opportunity to capture it.  The Air-Lords, however, could be a problem.

The Division Head turned to Cell.  Data streamed across his field of vision, analyzing the operative’s current strength and measuring it against known readings taken from the rulers of Le-Isle.  Calculations were soon complete: Cell had a 50-70% chance of defeating Leanga and a 30-35% chance of defeating Nidovikk.

Contrivance grunted.  The increase in Leanga’s power gained from becoming Air-Lord was an unpredictable variable, but it was still a much better idea to send Cell after him.  Another operative would need to deal with the more experienced Element-Lord—a Science Division operative with state-of-the-art enhancements to their Spirit.  Fortunately, one such operative was on the premises.

Contrivance nearly smiled, but after all these years he found that he had forgotten how.

 

 

Review in: Genakex's Journal.