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  1. I will return The traveler went alone in the desert. He and the landscape were one and the same, their colors being mixed.He went alone, while his friends were watching him walking him towards their old homes. Some of them cried, others sighed.All around the crowd, silence. Even the wind was quiet, even the wild beasts were still, even the dry sun soothed its cruel light.He went alone, while they all thought the same thing: how possibly could such a small figure be master of… everything?As they saw his yellow, dirty, scratched armor disappearing inside their old homes, a young female started singing.---On Bara Magna, there was a famous song. Only the eldest ones did remember their grandfathers’ memories about when it was first sung by those who believed the Great Cataclysm wouldn’t have been the end, but a new beginning. They were great warriors, simple carpenters or blacksmiths and poor people, all sharing the idea that there was still hope. They said “There’s always hope”.---Her voice was strong as a rock and, simultaneously, clear like pure water. While she sang, their homes rose above the clouds.On her shoulder, a little beetle snapped its jaws, saluting the only one who understood it.The song went on.All that is gold does not glitter,The old robotic body stood high in the sky, towering on the ground. It moved some unsure steps; it seemed to be falling in few minutes.Not all those who wander are lost;Surprisingly, the titan finally took control of itself. However, it still looked like its old structure couldn’t stand so much weight.The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.The giant passed this trial, too. It was surely old, but it had been made by skilled people, by those it wanted to meet.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A sudden, hard rumble broke the silence. Both small and high people watched to the direction where it came from and all fell in doubt: another giant was coming. But this was bigger and stronger. And driven by Shadows themselves. When it landed, the mountains quaked and the seas stirred, the trees prepared carpets of leaves for the ruler of everything and the rivers moved out of their banks to meet and serve him.The two giants stood in silence, then they spoke. The small one talked about joyful things, about peace and harmony; the other told him about power and terror.At first, the words clashed. Then came the turn of the facts. The two bodies fought, the smaller beings ran away, scared. The young voice went on singing.A light from the shadows shall spring;Beams of energy crossed the air, pulverizing everything in their path, and smaller, yellow creatures attacked the undefended fugitives. Some brave warriors tried to stop them, but they fell under the superior power of the Enemy. Though, an help came from the enemy giant itself and a few powerful warriors helped the inhabitants. One was clad in a golden and red armor.Renewed shall be Blade that was Broken,A lucky strike of the Enemy split it, but the desperate strength of the few won against the arrogant of the many and the Golden Armor was once again united.A powerful ray came from it and went straight on to the yellow beasts, killing them and distracting the bigger giant. In moments, it was gone forever.The crownless again shall be king.The other stood for the last time and filled the reunited planet with life. Then, the robot form disintegrated into dust and the spirit of Mata Nui went back to the Ignika. Agori, Matoran, Glatorian, Toa, Turaga, Rahi: they were all free.Kiina stopped singing. A tear slipped down her face and fell on the grass grown on the sands.As the Great Spirit pronounced his last speech, he thought: “ I‘ve set out to save the universe, and it has been saved. But not for me. This is my gift for you, for all your efforts.”The sun went down, just to rise again on a new world.Lotr quotes:“All that is gold does not glitter,Not all those who wander are lost;The old that is strong does not wither,Deep roots are not reached by the frost.From the ashes a fire shall be woken,A light from the shadows shall spring;Renewed shall be Blade that was Broken,The crownless again shall be king.”- The Fellowship of the Ring, Book 1, Chapter 10 “Strider”“There is always hope.”- Aragorn to Haleth son of Hama, The Two Towers ( film ), scene before the battle at Helm’s Deep“We’ve set out to save the Shire, Sam, and it was saved. But not for me.”- Frodo to Sam, The Return of the King ( film ), The Grey Havens scene
  2. Click

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    --Kingdoms-- By: Click Kopaka waited anxiously for his mysterious guest to appear. There had been no sign who this guest was, only that he was coming. The Toa of Ice began pacing again under the cool arch in New Atero again, watching as the Matoran and Agori stared back. This being must appear soon, Kopaka thought to himself, or he’ll find he’s been given the cold shoulder.Suddenly, the white Toa caught movement in his eyepiece. The laser sight zoomed in and focused on a cloaked figure with two blue eyes peeking out. The being was tall, and obviously biomechanical from the way they walked. A Vortixx, perhaps, or some other titan. The cloaked figure swept into the arch, gesturing towards a door. Kopaka had no choice but to follow.Surprisingly, the being spoke first, identifying himself as a male, but nothing further. “I need to tell you something, something that has never been told to anyone else but those it concerns.”Kopaka’s usual silence was broken as he had to ask a single word: “Why?”The cloak almost seemed to be grinning as he said “Why you? Why here, why now? Believe me; all your questions will be answered by the end. This is a peaceful meeting, I promise.”“There is no promise you can make that I can trust. I don’t even know who you are.”“Wait, let me explain my story. You see, tens of thousands of years ago, many of the islands were ruled by six warlords, the Barraki, each given their own region. Pridak, the unofficial leader, ruled the Northeast, Kalmah, the Northwest, Ehlek, the West, Takadox, the Southwest, Carapar, the South, and Mantax, the Center. They ruled in peace and prosperity, conquering and adding to their alliance, or so we thought…” “My story tells the story of Kalmah, the Northwestern ruler. He was always a proud ruler, tough, but he was fair. With a kingdom as large as his, he couldn’t allow any weakness, or he could be overthrown. Even those chosen by the Great Spirit can be overthrown. His brothers were forming an alliance, the League of Kingdoms, but Kalmah’s pride wouldn’t allow him to join. Takadox wouldn’t allow that, so he decided to arrange a little ‘meeting.’” ------------- “The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Kalmah,” The tall, blue titan slunk out of the shadows of the palace. Kalmah was just beginning to ascend the massive stairs up to his huge tower. His foot stopped above the fifth as he turned to face his fellow warlord.“Evening, Takadox, shouldn’t you be minding your manor?” Kalmah’s mouth twitched up into a quick semblance of a smile, but Takadox retained his blank scowl. “What is it? Tax payments going down, rampant Rahi? You can tell me, brother.”When the blue titan finally spoke, it was with enough poison to kill Kalmah then and there. “You, brother. You have not joined our League, despite all the benefits! Your power is greatly needed, and it would be a shame if Pridak and I had to divide up your conquests. All that tabletwork simply makes me sick, and it would take a lifetime to reorder new maps! Not to mention the…”Takadox’s words finally sank in, and Kalmah had to interrupt. “Pridak is in on this as well? He said he would never give in. You’re lying!”“What would I have to gain by deceit, Kalmah, when you are the one with the choice? I’m simply letting my plans out before you, showing the logic. You are too late, there are no other options. Pridak and I have our armies waiting at your borders anxiously in preparation for the signal to attack. They cannot wait forever, and all we need is your agreement.”Kalmah became aware he was staring into Takadox’s hypnotic eyes. Anything would sound good by now. He blinked and looked out over the wall into the Silver Sea. “Beautiful night, isn’t it, Takadox? The Silver Sea is so…peaceful and calm. It’s a rare time.”The blue titan looked stunned. “How can you be talking about the scenery at a time like this? You’re kingdom is about to be taken apart, brick by brick, and delegated to Pridak and me! Shame, my argument sounded so convincing.”Kalmah almost felt guilty, and he found Takadox’s eyes again, and once the red king had locked on, Takadox unleashed his full fury in a mental burst. “You will join us, or die now, at my feet, by my blades!” Kalmah could only watch and scream as his hypnotic brother walked closer and closer, drawing his toothed blades.“Fine, I…I’ll do it…Just…just stop!” The alien presence left Kalmah’s mind, and he was once again at peace, alone.“Hmm, I thought it would be harder than that. Pridak was so much harder to force. It took a few nights of the most merciless pain and torture the mind can conjure up, but I guess you were always the weak one.” Kalmah tried to draw his broadsword to skewer the nonchalant con artist, but Takadox was ready, and he quickly struck Kalmah’s hand with a quick swipe of the toothed blades, ending any thoughts of rebellion.“Tut, tut, my brother. I seem to have struck a nerve there. You better keep an eye on that temper of yours if you’re going to share in our kingdoms.” Without another word, Kalmah was left on his stairs, alone in the night. ------------------ “You see, Kopaka, Takadox has been a thorn in everyone’s side since he was put down by Mata-Nui. All he wants is more power, and he will use any means necessary to get it. Unfortunately, he was also the one gifted with hypnotic powers to get things done. His armies were immensely loyal, and if he commanded any one of them to go on a suicide mission for entertainment, they would do it. But this wasn’t the last incident…” ------------------ All around was dark stone, worn down into a tunnel by clawed hands. The scars from years ago still showed beneath newer ones, and in the distance, Kalmah could hear the continued progress of the tunnel. The branches didn’t seem to be random at all, nor the shape, because at times, the tunnel could easily cover an army of Exo-Toa, and others, with only enough room for a crawlspace. He had tried mapping these strange tunnels, but every time he turned around, another tunnel was being dug, and it never came together enough. There were four large, curved lines, with branches expanding into each other, and then three smaller groups in the center, and all the time, they were still expanding. They wouldn’t make any sense to a strategist, only to an artist. Unfortunately, Kalmah was the first. Adding another dark line into his tablet, Kalmah followed the retreating sound of the Blade Burrower up ahead.Mapping these Blade Burrower caverns were mostly a pet project of Kalmah once he discovered that they lead right under his passage into Mantax’s realm, but it had quickly escalated into an obsession. They were building something, what it was, Kalmah couldn’t guess. It could be an army-deployment tunnel for Carapar. He had always been good with those animals smarter than him. It could also be a network set to collapse at a certain time, destroying major key points in each empire. No matter what, he couldn’t imagine it was for a peaceful purpose. The only way to prepare was to map it out.Suddenly, an intersection appeared that wasn’t there before. The map showed the tunnel continuing here, but it was also inaccurate enough that Kalmah might chose the wrong path. The Blade Burrowers were still expanding the left one, so Kalmah started off for the right when footsteps came from the center. A large, dark being emerged slowly into the radius covered by the lightstone in Kalmah’s upraised hand, and seemed to shy away a little. A shining blue reflected the dim light back, and the red Barraki signed in relief.“What are you doing here, Takadox? I’ve done everything you’ve asked, what more could you possibly ask for?”“Nothing, nothing. I simply want to talk.”“With your power, nothing is simply ‘a talk.’ What is it?” The long broadsword was slowly sliding out of its sheath.“No need for that, brother. I’ll come clean. I know you’ve been loyal all these years…”“Loyal? Your leechcraft has me crawling on all fours like a Rahi!” Takadox ignored the interruption, and continued on. “I know you’ve been loyal all these years, and you deserve to be rewarded. So, here’s my plan. There is really only one place that we haven’t taken in conquest yet, and I want it to belong to you.” “Metru-Nui? But we have had peaceful negotiations with it all these years, why would we want to…” “No, not Metru-Nui! Why take that old junk heap when we can take the entire known universe in a single sweep?” “I’m listening.” The sword dropped with a clang back into the sheath. “Good, no more interruptions. Now, the only way to take the universe is by taking the current ruler.” “But we are the current rulers!” Takadox sighed. “Kalmah, use your head for something other than scaring small Matoran for once. I’m talking about Mata-Nui.” Kalmah jumped up at that. “No! That’s the Great Spirit! Even we are loyal to him!” “Exactly. We have been loyal for too long. It is time that Mata-Nui learns what it’s like to be cast down like a stone into the mud! It is our turn to rule, isn’t it?” “Yes, you’re absolutely right. We have worked hard to keep order, while all he has done is…” Takadox’s eyes were hypnotizing again, and Kalmah quickly broke his eye contact. “I mean, no. This is too risky. He has the Brotherhood under him, and some say the Brotherhood know everything. Their duty is to Mata-Nui.” “And our duty is to conquer! How can we do this when Mata-Nui is always in our way? The time of the Great Spirit was yesterday. Now, it is our turn to rule! Our turn to conquer! Stand by me brother, as we go for Mata-Nui!” By now, Kalmah was hooked. Takadox gave a gruesome smile, knowing he had won. “So, what are you going to do now, Kalmah?” “Prepare my armies, and go to defeat Mata-Nui!” ----------------- “Hypnosis wasn’t Takadox’s most vile trait, however. He was a traitor, seeking for his own gain, trying to force others to do his bidding. His armies are by far the most loyal, not because of his love and good strategy, but because of his mind, and his powers. They couldn’t stand against him, or even desert, because he had such a powerful grip on their minds. Now, Kalmah was trapped in the same grip, and there was nothing he could do. If only he could, because Takadox was scheming up another plan…” ---------------- Like a Fireflyer to a Rock Lion, Takadox tried to ease his way to the large, draconic being on the throne. Makuta Miserix was not only fiery in color, but temper as well, and even a small mistake could easily anger him. With this flaming tyrant entitled “Leader of the Brotherhood of Makuta” and “Great Protector of Mata-Nui,” angering him would not do, especially for this business. “Your Excellency, I have a matter of urgent business for your consideration.” “What is it now, Takadox?” “Well, the…” “What? Is Pridak defecting to Xia? Spit it out already!” Takadox sighed. “A plot has been hatched by the other Barraki to overthrow Mata-Nui.” Miserix fell back into his throne in shock. “But…no one’s ever…it isn’t even…no.” Out of every time Takadox had seen power, they had never been at a loss for words like this. The Great Makuta seemed feeble and prone for just a moment as he took it all in, then he roared, “I’ll kill them! I’ll kill them all! None can challenge Mata-Nui and the Brotherhood and survive! I’ll kill them! Where are they, Takadox?” With a bow nearly to the point of licking the marbled protodermis floor, he said “They attack in one week’s time. Prepare for them, and perhaps…you could spare my armies?” The Makuta sat silent in rage, and the wise warlord knew it was time to leave, promise or not. He crept out the large iron doors, expecting an explosion to rock them any second. -------------- “None of the other Barraki saw each other again until the meeting with the Brotherhood, and as you could probably tell, it did not go well. We were locked in a room with a double agent, a traitor to the Brotherhood, a large, shapeshifting draconic Makuta with a short temper, and a bunch more warlords and Makuta, none of which like each other. The alliance was out of necessity, not friendship, and the Makuta were close to erupting. Perhaps, I should just go on.” Kopaka nodded his agreement, motioning for the cloaked being to continue, and the tale continued to flow… -------------- “We need more Rahi,” Pridak calmly pointed out as implied leader, and the room exploded into chaos. Makuta raised their metallic voices, shouting their disagreements, and the Barraki shouting their retorts. “I have sent Rahi, and many of them,” countered Icarax. “Yes, but they often die as quick as the delivery!” Kalmah fought back. “What can I say; your kingdom is a scum heap! You can’t blame me for their death!” “Scum heap you say, you insolent little Lohrak?” roared Mantax “Calm yourselves, Barraki. Negotiations cannot continue with this clamor!” commanded Pridak, but by now the small chamber was at war, and Kalmah and Mantax had to be held back from the opposing side, weapons drawn. Finally, Makuta Miserix bellowed “SILENCE!!” Ehlek stopped in mid-grapple with Chirox, and had a chance to replace his breathing unit. “All of you be silent. All of you are acting like Bog Snakes fighting over a Fikou Nest! Think for a moment, and then decide, does this help anyone? We need to hear their arguments.” “As long as we get more Rahi for future conquests, our demands are met.” Pridak countered. “Insolent gnats!” Miserix was starting to show his temperament, rather than the leadership of but a few moments ago. “The Makuta serve only Mata Nui. We do not put our secret knowledge to work for every being with a strong arm and legions of…rabble behind him!” Pridak coolly smiled at the anger and stuttering of the Leader of the Brotherhood. The room began to clear towards the walls as a confrontation was formed, and Pridak noticed this in a nonchalant glance over of the room, and then leaned forwards, his points firmly printed in his mind. “That ‘rabble’ is prepared to march on Destral on my orders. Before your Toa and Rahkshi can even marshal their forces, we will have taken your fortress…and claimed your precious ‘secrets.’ You would do well to remember that, while you serve Mata Nui, we are his chosen rulers in this universe.” The crowd around the periphery of the light began to murmur against Miserix, so the tyrant needed to regain some ground. Icarax provided a vital foothold at the end of his rope by mumbling “Then perhaps… the Great Spirit is not as smart as we have been led to believe.” Takadox seemed to take pride at that moment, prepared to announce his plans, but all that got out was a quick noise, then he silenced himself. The noise still drew the attention of the whole room, both factions with pride and questioning in their eyes about having him on their side. His original outburst was completely lost, and he dropped his shoulders and backed to the wall, hoping no one would notice his treachery. The other Barraki stepped forwards to join Pridak’s winning moment, and his words flowed out of his mouth smooth as silk, charisma spreading into the further reaches of the room. “You have a choice, Makuta,” he said, his tone changing to more menace as he captivated the audience. “Cooperation, or conquest. I trust you will choose wisely.” Makuta Chirox broke the spell with a sudden “What about the places not on your map? Artakha…Metru Nui…the unknown lands to the south…” A look from Ehlek quickly quieted him, as he had not forgotten the skirmish between them earlier. Kalmah tried to enthrall everyone again, but the words stumbled out, not as smooth as his leader’s. “We’re in…uh…discussions…with Metru Nui. As for Artakha,” His sentences began to embolden and his posture straighten, “let the old fool putter among his creations. And the southern lands are fit only for Stone Rats and Lohrak!” A mutter in the corner from Mutran interrupted the warlord, “This lot should fit right in.” The red titan turned and, with a piercing stare, quieted all the area of the room, no one daring to speak another word. Suddenly, Pridak concluded “This meeting is over. We will expect fresh war beasts as requested. If you choose to obstruct the designs of the Great Spirit, then your fate will be on your own heads.” And without any further interruption, the great conqueror swept out of the room, cold as his element, as the others began to slowly follow. A quick glance back from Kalmah, and he knew that had not gone well. Miserix leaned to his lieutenant, Teridax, speaking few words, and Teridax suddenly disappeared into shadow. The plan was doomed, faded into blackness like that antidermis in armor. ------------- The cloaked being’s shoulders moved up and down as he sighed. He obviously found it harder to continue. “You see, Kopaka, those few words…ruined the League. They also lead to Mata Nui’s ruin. All Miserix had asked was for Teridax to ‘keep an eye on the Barraki.’ He had no idea that they would destroy his rule, kill Mata Nui, and result in his ‘loyal’ lieutenant taking over the Brotherhood and all of Aqua Magna. It resulted in war…” ------------ Mantax and Ehlek looked worriedly at each other at the sounds of combat ahead. Pridak simply turned colder, and Takadox could barely contain a small amount of joy as the six warlords rode into the desolate canyon on the Northern Continent. As they covered the ridge on their Kikanalo, the sounds of heavy combat broke over them, and a scene of destruction unfolded itself. An army of Exo-Toa, Rahkshi, and Toa had fallen upon the Barraki’s armies, and standing in the middle, a pile of bodies building around him, stood Lieutenant Teridax, smashing and stabbing with his staff. “No, this is all wrong! How in the name of Mata Nui did this happen?” yelled Pridak. “Easy, brother, Metru-Nui is still in sight,” reassured Kalmah. “The Great Spirit will fall.” “Come then, brothers. Why wait here when we can join our armies in defeating this foe, and proclaiming ourselves true leaders? On to battle!” Carapar charged in, waving his club and shouting. The others had no choice but to follow him to their doom. “Ah, Carapar, ever the brightest of us all,” Takadox complained. “We’re more likely to die, and with us goes the dreams of freedom.” “Then let’s die a glorious death in battle, so all the world may remember our legacy, and someday, someone will rise up again! On to battle, for legacy!” Pridak’s scimitar raised, and he began to cut through the armies, leaving a swath for the others to follow in. It wasn’t until they were almost halfway to Teridax that Kalmah was knocked off his steed. An Exo-Toa noticed the charge and quickly fired a shot. The red Barraki was launched from the Kikanalo into a crowd of Toa. Elemental powers shot all around, and Kalmah’s blade flashed as it cut into armor. With their precious Toa Code, the Toa couldn’t kill, so Kalmah used that to his advantage. He burst through contiguous walls of fire and stone, yelling as his sword sliced through the army, rage in his eyes as he made his way to Teridax. The lieutenant acknowledged his attack, and ordered several Exo-Toa to detain him. Without hope for the others to rescue him, the only thing the warlord could do was fight his way out. With a quick slice at vital joints, the armored mechs easily collapsed, firing rockets and scraping claws at the sky. Unfortunately, the Makuta’s army was large, and for every one enemy defeated, two more rise up in their place. Kalmah quickly became cornered, and could not stand for much longer. A rocket found its mark, and the Barraki went flying through the line, caught by mechanical arms. In that brief hiatus between the Exo-Toa, he noticed a look of fear on Takadox’s face, not too far away. It was not the fear of death, but rather the fear of a carefully orchestrated plan blowing up in his face. He was just as surrounded by Rahkshi, who were using their abilities to keep him detained. Kalmah put the clues together, and realized it was all Takadox this whole time; he created this plan, using it to gain power over Mata-Nui. But that wasn’t enough for him, he would have to share it with the other Barraki, so he betrayed the warlords to the Brotherhood, intending for them to die in the battle so he could finish the scheme and be the new Great Spirit. By the time this thought process had connected, Kalmah was trapped in protosteel claws being dragged away to his doom. In a rage, his sword severed the fingers and he charged to his traitorous brother. “Takadox! You filthy traitorous parasite! You planned this, didn’t you?” The Rahkshi fell from this unexpected assault, regrouping and preparing to charge. Suddenly, the metallic bodies stopped stiff, building a ring around the two Barraki. Kalmah’s Exo-Toa formed a second ring, their arms interlocking above to prevent any escape, plunging the circle into near darkness. In his fury, Kalmah didn’t even notice as he grabbed Takadox by the throat and lifted him up, preparing to slice with his sword. His brother squirmed, bringing up his toothed blades, ready to counter. “I know you planned this. Why, brother? Was Mata-Nui’s might not enough for you? Was limitless power impossible to share?” “Yes, brother. To share power is not power at all, it is simply weakness to not be able to vanquish your friends. I’ll admit that, because you will not live to tell the others!” The twin blades struck as Kalmah began to raise his sword, but not quickly enough. Takadox stalked through the kicked up dust towards the fallen warlord. The battle became illuminated in red as Teridax’s eyes emerged to watch the scene. “You could have everything you wanted if you stayed with us! Why, brother, would you refuse?” A sudden strike by the downed Kalmah knocked the blue Barraki off balance, and the struggle became much more serious, as blow after blow was countered and returned, the duo dancing a duel to the death. Sparks flashed as the toothed blades hit the firm broadsword, then a clang as the sword gave a glancing blow to blue armor. The eyes of the opponents illuminated only hate and fury as swings strengthened into strikes as each fought for revenge and power. Takadox gained the upper hand as one blade caught the sword, flinging it into an inactive Rahkshi, and the other struck from above, knocking his opponent to the ground. Kalmah groped in the darkness for his lost weapon, and Takadox kicked him into the fine dust. “Look how pathetic you are, playing in the sand. Now, you will pay for having defied me. I can’t have you killed, as the others might wonder. I can’t have you escape, as you will tell the others of my treachery. I guess you’ll simply have to be…persuaded to forget.” The red warlord was defeated. What little strength left in him from the furious duel tried to push his body upwards, but Takadox kicked him back down. “No…you can’t…do…this. I…will tell…the others.” “Ah, brother, you obviously have not learned your lesson from earlier encounters. You see, I can do whatever I want. You are not leaving this prison until you have forgotten what you have learned. Now, look into my eyes, and promise to me that you won’t speak a word.” When Kalmah didn’t look, Takadox wrenched his head to face upwards, his limp body collapsing on the ground. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, brother!” “You…aren’t my brother…anymore. Go back to…the rock…you crawled from, Takadox.” Another bash from the hilt of a toothed blade silenced the red Barraki, and Kalmah felt himself drifting from consciousness. “You will forget, brother. Forgetfulness, such a simple idea, all you need to do is look at me.” Takadox’s eyes drilled into Kalmah’s weakened mind, shredding apart any thought of his treachery. Kalmah only writhed on the ground, head locked to face Takadox as his mind was slowly erased, thoughts falling apart, ideas disappearing, leaving nothing left of the last day. Finally, Kalmah was allowed to collapse into a deep sleep. “Sleep now, brother, for when you awake, I will be the Great Spirit!” His laughter mingled with Teridax’s as Kalmah’s vision slowly faded into darkness. --------------- When he awoke, Kalmah’s face was pressed deep down into the sand. He began to sit up, only to find that every movement was agony. “Brother, you’re awake. Those Exo-Toa must have given you a serious beating.” With a jolt of pain, Kalmah managed to turn his head to face Ehlek, who was also battered and bruised. Observing his surroundings, he found that he was in a small cave on the side of a valley on the Northern Continent. “Oh, what happened?” His speech was dry, and it took a lot of effort to even get out those words. “You must have had it really bad. We marched on Metru-Nui to take the Great Spirit, but the Brotherhood had somehow found out about us, and they were ready. Our armies are crushed, and the few left have already deserted and are long gone. Don’t expect any rescue any time soon.” Suddenly, Takadox spoke up, revealing the presence of at least him as well. “No, my armies will come for us, they wouldn’t just…” “Quiet, Takadox, your army is long gone,” said a bleak Mantax. “There is no hope.” “From what I hear,” said Carapar, “we are to be executed! Our plans have failed.” A curtain over the mouth of the cave flew open, spreading dust all around, choking the bound Barraki. Through the haze and the bright light suddenly let in, a grisly scene of carnage could be seen outside. Most of the dead were of the Barraki’s armies, and Exo-Toa stalked through the canyon making sure all was quiet. Lieutenant Teridax walked in through the opening, and the scene was cut off. By his malicious look, Kalmah could tell that Carapar was right. The Makuta’s Shadow Staff flashed in the dusty light. “Are you ready, Barraki, to be executed for your crimes? No? Good. Of course, I would be obliged to ask if there are any last words, so I might as well get pleasantries out of the way. Any questions before your heads roll?” “So, are we allowed to make last words now, then?” joked Takadox. It would have almost brought a smile to Kalmah’s face if he wasn’t in so much pain. “Sure, joke around, everyone laugh, but remember, Barraki, every moment you live from now is by my mercy, and I could end it now.” “I bet you can talk as tough as that being second in command, can’t you?” “What? Miserix is an old artifact left from the beginning of time. I am in command!” “Oh, I wasn’t referring to Miserix. You have all this power, and yet you still stand underneath Mata-Nui’s large shadow. Do you even see him anymore? See his power? His reign has come to an end, and I’m sure we could arrange an agreement to get you in charge.” “Stop your slippery words, Takadox. I can kill you right now! I am incorruptible, a servant of the Great Spirit!” “Then why don’t you kill us now? We would be out of your way, and you could skip on your merry way back to second place.” “Takadox…” Kalmah tried to say. “Don’t…anger him.” But Takadox didn’t regard his weak brother, and barreled on. “I know. I can see it in your eyes. You are tired of second place, and this actually appeals to you. Not so incorruptible, are you, Makuta?” Finally, Teridax snapped, the mere suggestion of what Takadox had said infuriating him. The Shadow Staff flew downwards towards the smiling blue face, when suddenly, and explosion of light sent him sprawling across the cave. A large, golden being stepped out of the formed portal, bending down under the ceiling and radiating power. His claws gleamed in the light, and his teeth shaped into a grimace as he looked at the heaped Makuta. When he spoke, his voice carried his authority. “Makuta, do not heed these Barraki. What you protect will be destroyed by your own hands if you follow this course.” Teridax tried to pick himself up and bring up some semblance of self-respect. “What are you?” “I am Botar, the enforcer of Mata-Nui. He has decreed these traitors be brought to the Pit, and I follow his orders. Take no thought to this, I have warned you.” And with those simple words, he scooped up the six warlords, and disappeared in another flash of light, leaving behind only an infuriated Brotherhood lieutenant to simmer in the dust. --------------- For the second time that day, Kalmah found himself waking up in torture. Now, he was in a dark cell, the sounds of creaking and bubbling coming from high above. He could only be in one place, the Pit. The Pit is a huge cavern underneath the deepest parts of the island known as Voya-Nui, known to house only the most vile and violent criminals in the Matoran Universe. It was cold, and dark, water dripping from all over, and the worst part, there was no way out. A sentence here was a life sentence for crimes against Mata-Nui himself. Suddenly, Kalmah remembered the other Barraki, and why he was there. The giant Botar had brought them in a flash of light, leaving them unconscious in this Kinlokahole. He had to know if he was alone, because if so, this was going to be a very long life sentence. “Pridak? Mantax? Anyone there?” “Kalmah, you’re here too?” A deceptive voice spoke from the shadows, the voice of Takadox. It was going to be a very, very long life sentence. --------------- “I’m going to assume that you’ve heard of the Great Cataclysm, Toa?” Kopaka nodded quietly to the cloaked being. “Good, because that’s where this story goes next. Thousands of years had passed, but still, the supposed ‘life sentence’ was cut short for the Barraki, as their world came crashing down…” --------------- The rumbling had started small, but had quickly escalated to a roar that seem like it would bring down the ceiling, and then, it did. Protodermis came falling from the ceiling, and a different kind of sound poured down the halls. Rushing water raced towards the deeper levels, its dark surface putting out all light. Kalmah’s cell cracked, and through some of the higher fractures, murky water forced its way through, knifing at his skin. Takadox called out “What’s wrong?” as the water lapped around their ankles, rising at a bio for every five minutes. It would not take long for it to fill the cell, drowning the occupants. A strange, prickling sensation spread up Kalmah’s legs, rising only slightly faster than the water now around his knees. Through the distortion caused by the rippling surface, his body began rippling as well, rebuilding itself into a smaller form, a water-breathing form. “Takadox! Don’t touch the water!” “A bit late for that, brother! What’s happening to us?” “The water must be filled with mutagen! Just get ready to bolt; there isn’t much we can do!” The dark tide washed against the door of the cell, which began creaking and groaning. The hardened Protosteel couldn’t withstand the enormous weight of water pressure, and it collapsed, flooding mutagen and Kalmah into the wet hall. The Barraki smashed against walls, getting pushed ever downwards, uncontrollably crashing everywhere, until he finally caught onto a railing. “Takadox!” He gurgled, as his grip slipped, and he plunged into the pitch black abyss. ------------- Even before the thought of “I’m alive,” his first thought was, “I’m underwater.” The flood had finally stopped, but not before the entire Pit was inundated with mutagen. All around were cries of freedom, the rush of currents as many beings swam towards a distant surface. As his vision cleared, Kalmah knew he shouldn’t be alive. He was at the bottom of the ocean with no air to be found, and yet he could breathe. That wasn’t the only new thing about his body. He noticed two new sensations almost simultaneously. The first was an array of tentacles acting like antennae in the back of his head. They weaved through the water, sensing temperature, current, and any possible threat. He could feel the struggle of many prisoners swimming upwards, even through walls. Their outlines were as clear in his mind as if he were seeing them. The second new feature was very disorienting: a third eye. His enhanced vision was almost too much for his brain to accept, giving him a bad headache. That would take some getting used to. A slimy orange tentacle waved in his vision, and Kalmah suddenly backed away. The tentacle followed, and Kalmah followed it down right into his own wrist. “What happened to me?” “Oh, I’m sure you can find that out later, brother.” The smiling Takadox swam nearer. His new form made him seem even creepier. His new body was slim and insect-like, with gills lining his head and silver mandibles grasping floating plant life. He had found his weapons somewhere, and was now holding them like a Metru Mantis, completing the parasitic look. “But right now, you have some friends to meet.” “The others? You found them? They survived?” “Yes; Pridak insisted on having a little reunion. After all, we have been through a lot together.” --------------- The two found the rest of the Barraki waiting for them. All the other sane criminals had fled from the might of someone called Hydraxon, the jailer of the Pit, but the Barraki had been kept up for too long in small places they were not used to. They suddenly found themselves in a new place in new bodies, and they wanted answers. They were not sane anymore. “Kalmah, come join the party. We’ve just been waiting for you!” The Takea-like being before him could only be Pridak. His savagery still reflected in those dark eyes, but now only hid behind sharp teeth and agile fins. “Yeah, we may have found the ticket out of here.” Carapar had changed into an armored hulk with a bronze shell and large arms. His mind didn’t seem to have changed much, if anything, he had gotten dumber. “Or, you could always try swimming to the surface again, Carapar. I’m sure after drowning again you might find the way out.” Mantax seemed much more reserved, but had also gained a hard shell. Kalmah noticed with humor that he also had a tentacle array, as well as a tail. The sharp end warned everyone not to touch. “Quiet, everyone, let’s tell our brother what we saw.” Ehlek hadn’t changed as much, considering he usually lived underwater. He almost seemed calmer now that he didn’t need his breathing helmet, but he also had become a fearsome foe with neon spikes that were lancing electricity. “See that light over there, Kalmah?” Pridak pointed to a dim illumination that Kalmah had only just noticed. “We watched it fall from Voya-Nui over there. After some debate, we decided it could only be one thing: the Mask of Life.” “With the power in that mask,” Ehlek interrupted, “we can change ourselves back and reclaim our empire. There is also word among the convicts that Mata-Nui is dying, and if he dies, a power vacuum will form, leaving the universe’s previous rulers to rise again!” When Kalmah thought about it, there had been a dark feeling during the quake. It could only mean that Mata-Nui had been usurped. “You mean, someone finished our mission, after all these years?” A rumble of rocks shifting behind them made the Barraki turn. A silver face looked up, and as blades followed, they decided that this being wasn’t friendly. Takadox, instead of the fear in everyone else, suddenly got angry. “Hydraxon! You have kept us jailed too long, and I am not going back into that cell!” He struck with his blades before any of the other Barraki could react, and quickly killed the now ex-jailer. “Any objections? No, then let’s find that mask.” --------------- “And by now, I’m sure that you know what happened after that. The Toa Mahri should have told you by now.” Kopaka nodded, lost in thought. “Matoro took the mask, one of your own villagers, and saved us all, with his fellow Toa left to give him just enough time to escape.” “But, why me?” “I knew only you could listen with an unbiased perspective, could judge for yourself if what I said was true. Only you had no contact with the Barraki before, and would acknowledge this story without any memories of them attacking in a fury to get the Mask of Life. I must go now, and you should too. Tell the others; make sure they know the truth.” “But wait, who are you?” “Let’s just say I was a part of their armies.” And suddenly, without another word, the cloak whipped around, and the being was out the door. Kopaka peered around the corner, watching a flash of red appear under the robe, and recognized the story teller. He leaned back in understanding and thought. “You know, you really shouldn’t be in there. That’s Gekara’s storage room, and she doesn’t like anyone inside.” Kopaka took one look at the angry Agori, and then walked off. The Turaga would have competition for stories tonight…Quotes:Twin TowersFrodo: There is no promise you can make that I can trust.Théoden: Your leechcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!Gandalf: The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Théoden.Credit to Mutran Chronicles, Chapter 2 for the meeting with the Brotherhood Scene.
  3. Reinforcements A barrage of attacks rained down upon the fortress walls. The screams of the wounded could be heard from inside, their tortured howls leaving an eerie echo amidst the din of battle.A lone being, his armor crimson and gold, strode through a deserted hallway. In his hand was a simple sword, its blade scratched and battered by the blows it had taken during its lifetime. His footsteps were steady, but there was a sense of dread in them that indicated his trepidation.The figure approached a doorway guarded by two similarly armored and battle-weary beings. The guards kept silent as he knocked on the door; evidently, his presence wasn’t enough to relieve them of their deep-seated boredom.“Enter.”Taking a deep breath, the being opened the door and entered the dimly-lit room into which it led.The room was bare, save for a small table and the beings gathered around it. A stone tablet rested upon the table. At a glance, its surface appeared almost unnaturally smooth.“Ah, Lhikan, there you are.”The Toa named Lhikan nodded, not entirely certain how to respond. However, the older Toa didn’t seem to expect an answer, and had already turned away from Lhikan to face the others in the room.For three days the two sides had fought bitterly, with no end in sight. The strange creatures the Toa were fighting against – which according to some were called Frostelus – had appeared from the night and attacked without warning. In response to this strange threat, all Toa in theteam had been given the duty to guard the fortress, and the treasure it held, with their lives.“I’m sure you are all aware of the situation,” said the Toa who had greeted Lhikan, “but I have some news to report. Only a short while ago we managed to capture one of the fiends who have been attacking us.”A few of the Toa started to clap, but a swift look from their leader put a quick end to their actions. The veteran’s voice startled the young Toa of Fire out of his disheartened thoughts, but no one in the room noticed it due to the entrance of two Toa at that moment. Lhikan recognized them as the guards from the door, and briefly wondered why they had abandoned their posts before he noticed the load they were carrying. As they entered the room and more light was cast upon it, their burden was revealed to be a pile of armor. After setting it down, they exited the room without a word.Upon closer inspection, Lhikan realized that it was actually a large – and apparently lifeless -- suit of armor. The armor had four arms, each one armed with some sort of weapon, and some sort of device built onto each shoulder. Lhikan’s overall impression of the armor, and thus the beings that used it, was that it was a strange mixture of Rahi and Toa.The room fell silent, and all eyes turned to the Toa who had led them through danger on countless occasions. His leadership had saved their lives, and the lives of many others. He was a fierce warrior, and each member of the team looked up to him. To Lhikan, he was a mentor and a friend.This same Toa now stood before the group, a grim look about his mouth. His eyes, fierce with determination, failed to completely conceal the despair he carried. He opened his mouth, as if to answer, and then closed it.“Once we captured it, the creature became limp. At first we thought it had been knocked out or even killed, but when we inspected the armor we found that it was empty.”One of the other Toa stepped forward, a note of fear coloring his voice. “Then are these ‘Frostelus’ some sort of mechanical monsters? Or maybe the armor is possesse-“His words were cut off as the group fell into chaos. Within moments, each Toa seemed to lose what little fortitude they had managed to cling to. Morale was dangerously low, and their leader could recognize that fact. What the group needed was a powerful speech to motivate them into wanting to fight again.He lifted a hand into the air, asking for silence in the way that only respected leaders could; with the expectation that silence would be achieved without a word. It was a request to be given the chance to speak without uninterruption, nothing more.“Before we panic and lose sight of what must be done, I’d like to remind you all that this fortress is our home. We built it with our own hands, and we will defend it the same way. We’ve also been entrusted with a treasure that’s value is impossible to state, especially to Toa like us. Some of our brothers and sisters gave up their lives in order to create that tablet you see over there, so it is our duty to protect it and make sure their sacrifices were not in vain. So what if these Frostelus are mysterious? We already took one out, and now we can do it again. We can defeat our enemy, that much I promise you. So instead of sitting here and moping, how about we stand up and fight? The team of Toa I’ve fought together with wouldn’t let something like this stop them, so let’s send these invaders back to where they came from!”The group that only a few moments before had been ready to give up was suddenly changed. As if they had been brought back from the dead, new life crept into them, and their eyes shone once more with a fierce hope and determination.Lhikan walked through yet another empty hallway. His footsteps were faltering, as if he was uncertain where to go. He had only arrived at the fortress a week before the attacks had begun, so he had yet to memorize the layout of the building. Even earlier that day he had needed directions to get to the room where the meeting had been held.The thought of the meeting, and especially the rousing speech that the veteran Toa had given, lifted his spirits slightly. Even if he was lost, for the first time he felt like he could fight on par with all the others.While Lhikan basked in his newfound self-confidence, he heard the sound of his leader’s voice through a barely-open door. Inching closer, he was able to barely make out the words being spoken.“- am I kidding… For though I do not ask for aid, we need it… What madness is this? Why didn’t I ask that messenger to send for help? We lost this battle the moment it started, yet we dare not retreat for fear of what lies behind us. If only I hadn’t decided to build the fortress here, maybe this could have all been avoided …”Lhikan stepped back slowly, careful to not make a noise. He took another step back, and another, and another until he found himself before the door to his room. With shaky steps, he entered his room. Only minutes before he had been feeling as if he could take on the world, (or at least all of the enemies pounding continuously on their front door) but now he realized just how grave the situation was. Everyone in the isolated fortress was doomed.But, if that was the case, why remain? What reason was there to stay when it would only result in their deaths?Lhikan was yanked out of his melancholic thoughts by the abrupt entrance of a Toa in blue and green colored armor. He immediately recognized the Toa, but before he could utter a greeting he was pulled onto his feet and dragged out through the doorway. The Toa started to explain the situation, but a sudden tremor throughout the fortress, accompanied by the sounds of a battle in the distance, made it unnecessary. The two rushed down the hallway in silence, each preparing for the approaching fight in their own way.For Lhikan, this meant debating on whether or not to share what he had heard earlier. Although he hated keeping something like this hidden from the other (especially when it put their lives in danger), he quickly realized that it wasn’t the right time. What mattered most at that moment was assisting those who were already fighting against the Frostelus. However, he decided that he would tell the rest of the team what he had heard once they had repelled the invaders.They turned a corner, and Lhikan briefly wondered if he had entered a war zone. Elemental attacks and spinning wheels of energy were flying through the air, their creators not differentiating between friend and foe. Everything was chaos, and for an instant Lhikan wanted to do nothing more than to turn tail and run in the opposite direction as fast as possible. However, the Toa of The Green bravely stepped forward and into the fray. His eyes were filled with a grim determination, and somehow the sight served to calm Lhikan down slightly. He took a deep breath, and also dove into the struggle.For a few minutes, Lhikan was aware of nothing outside of the Frostelus in front of him. Twice already a stray shot from one of the other combatants had struck his opponents, and twice he had taken the opportunity to incapacitate the same enemies. However, he had no chance to celebrate his victories, for there was always another to take the place of the one that had just fallen. Lhikan’s movements became sluggish, and each new enemy managed to drive him a bit farther back.It was during one of these fights that fate turned against Lhikan. A blast of wind created by one of his teammates knocked him off his feet, and the Frostelus he was fighting saw the chance to avenge its fallen companions. Reaching forward, it grabbed Lhikan by the shoulders and threw him against a nearby wall. The impact knocked his breath out, and he was left crumpled up against the stone and barely conscious. He watched, as if in slow motion, as the creature stepped forward, its visage twisted into something resembling a cruel smile. It slowly lifted one of its weapons into the air, and Lhikan wondered vaguely if he was about to die.A spike erupted from the creature’s chest, and it gave off a shrill shriek before collapsing onto the ground. Behind it stood the leader of Lhikan’s team, his face distorted with anger. In his hand was a broadsword, but its blade oddly bore no traces of battle. Lhikan dimly stared past his rescuer to see that several others had met a similar fate. Before Lhikan could figure out how the Toa had defeated so many on his own, he was pulled back onto his feet and the older Toa returned to fending off the numerous Frostelus that sought revenge against him for defeating their comrades.As he struggled against three opponents, the veteran Toa turned and yelled at a nearby Toa of Stone. “Make a wall!”The Toa of Stone nodded, and at his command the walls shifted and changed position. After a moment, the Toa who were still standing rearranged themselves into a wall that hid the majority of the creatures from sight. Lhikan, who had finally recovered enough to fight again, lobbed a couple of fireballs at the remaining Frostelus. The sudden attack from a being they had deemed disabled took the Frostelus by surprise, and the veteran Toa of Iron crushed their armor in that brief window of opportunity.The hallway seemed eerily silent without the din of blades clashing and elemental attacks flying through the air. However, after a moment a series of dull thuds from behind the makeshift wall proved that the invaders were not willing to let the battle end until they had crushed the opposition.The older Toa grabbed Lhikan and pulled him away to the side, quickly speaking in a hushed tone so that the others would have difficulty hearing what he said. “Lhikan, you have to grab the stone and get out of here. We can’t hold these things off much longer, and-“He was cut off by a chunk of rock flying past his head. The wall was already beginning to give way to the onslaught.“I know. I heard what you said after the meeting,” Lhikan said, before he had the chance to resume speaking. “I’ll get the Makoki Stone, but I’m also going to get reinforcements. Just because you won’t let go of your pride to ask for help doesn’t mean that the whole team should be doomed to die.”The other Toa smiled weakly. “I hope you do. Now get out of here, before they break through that wall.”Lhikan turned around and ran. After a few brief commands, the rest of the group formed a living barrier to prevent any of the Frostelus from following him. As he turned the corner, Lhikan saw the creatures smash apart the stone wall and rush towards the remaining defenders. Wheels of energy flew through the air, striking three of the Toa.Lhikan forced himself to keep moving. Staying to help wouldn’t change the outcome of the fight. If he wanted to save his team – no, his friends – then he had to get help. But the Makoki Stone had to come first.When he reached the room where the meeting had been held, he felt as if something was off. The door was ajar, and the torch that always illuminated the room had been extinguished. Lhikan stumbled in the darkness before he gave in and created a small flame to help him see.The tablet was gone. The Makoki Stone had been stolen. Lhikan stared at the table, hoping that his eyes were playing tricks on him. Something that his team was risking their lives to protect couldn’t have been stole. The world didn’t work that way. There was no such thing as a senseless sacrifice. Nothing his team had done was futile.These thoughts and many more raced throughout Lhikan’s mind. However, he knew the truth. The stone tablet was gone.He clenched his fist in anger. He had already failed in the mission he had been given, and yet his team was still out there trying to protect him. Protect him. Protect…That’s right. I wanted to save them. Even if I don’t have the stone, I can still save them!He ran, his feet instinctively carrying him down stairs and through hallways until he reached the only exit not guarded by the creatures. He stepped outside for what felt like the first time in days, and a fierce gust of wind clawed against Lhikan, its invisible hands chilling him to the bone. He shivered, not from the cold, but from the thought of what he was about to attempt. Pushing his fears away, he started to climb down the cliffs. It was slow going, and each second seemed to last an eternity. Hand by hand, foot by foot, he gradually descended down the face of the cliff.At one point, the wind almost caused him to lose his grip and fall down into the river far below, but he somehow managed to cling to the rock. After what felt like hours of climbing, Lhikan felt the spray of the waves and tasted the bitter tang of salt in the air. He had made it past the Frostelus. Elation flooded throughout his body, as he realized that he could still save his teammates. All he had to do was-Suddenly, his body – beaten, battered, and pushed far beyond its limits – gave out on Lhikan. With a weak cry, he plummeted into the water below.As the sun rose, a being in crimson and gold armor lay collapsed on the shore. He was alone in the world. All his friends were dead, and he had failed to save them.Yet, he was still alive. As he woke up, he slowly realized what had happened and was filled with quiet sadness. He had failed to save his team, but that didn’t mean he had to live a life of failure. No, he would become a hero. He would fight in honor of his fallen friends and in gratitude for what they had accomplished.He might have failed, but they hadn’t.After all, he was alive. - - - Citation:“For though I do not ask for aid, we need it.” – Boromir, page 268 Fellowship of the Ring, The Council of Elrond
  4. Stellar Quest The Black Gate Opens A sequel to Stellar Quest Dramatis Personae Seren. The Sand Glatorian was named captain of the Stellar Quest Team. Nagaan. An acerbic Sister of the Skrall who doubts if her teammates could navigate their way out of a sack without her. Veverka. A Fire Agori, she is the vivacious engineer of the team. Reise. He is an Aqua Magnian Agori who doctors his team but not their annals. Klimaat. This arrogant Jungle Glatorian gave up his life to kill Millennium and free Slizer. Cynnia. She refused the offer to join the team to continue her life as a Glatorian in the Northern Frost. Millennium. For centuries he had been the cruel, despotic ruler of Slizer, until the Stellar Quest Team intervened. Millennions. Throwbots genetically engineered from Millennium's own DNA. Note. Dr. Reise: The haste in which this chronicle was written reflects, I think, poorly upon my literary skill. I must take pains to rectify it with more vivid description and exactitude of particulars re the events that took place on our return journey from Slizer.Note. Engineer Veverka: It's perfect, Reise; "rectify" it and I'll give you pains myself.Note. Dr. Reise: Upon further consideration, I have decided that to rewrite this segment of our story would only subtract from the emotion with which it was originally written, and as it is an accurate account of events, I will leave it in its unedited form. I can't always tell when Veverka is joking and when she isn't. I haven't forgotten the time she beat me with my own Pain Imbiber.The universe has just flipped upside-down. I should be home, in Aqua Magna, asleep in my own bed right now--but I am not! Instead I crouch in a dank, dark cave, on a planet of which I and those around me know nothing, while two beings I had never expected to see again are hunting us down!I have not the time to write a detailed narrative of what has occurred. They search for us at this very moment--I do not hear them now, but how long will it be before they find us? And what will happen then? There is little chance that we will survive.I will make my account as concise as possible. It was as we were flying homeward through space, aboard The Unreachable Star, when we were set upon suddenly by a Slizerian battleship. During the original journey to Slizer, as tasked us by the Great Beings, our ship had been deactivated by a strange beam from such a ship; now, another such beam was fired upon us. Nagaan skillfully dodged, but without our deceased Defense Master we were helpless. Our pilot tried to escape, but after several failed attempts the beam at last hit us.The Unreachable Star, reduced to dead weight, was dragged by the gravitational pull of a nearby planetoid. Our shields, not dependant upon the ship's full power, prevented us from crashing and burning on the planet's surface. A small comfort; the ship was too damaged to consider taking flight again without repairs. And we had not the faintest idea where we were.We managed to flee the ship and scout around. Not that there was anything to scout. There was nothing but choppy, barren rock of a perse tint for Kio, like a stormy sea turned suddenly to stone.Before long, the battle ship landed near our own craft. With naught else that we could do, we spied on the ship, and ere long two beings, flanked by a small troop of soldiers, filed out.Involuntary gasps came from all around. The soldiers were those thrice-accursed Millennions, but that was not what astonished us. A troop of soldiers fleeing Slizer would not have been a great surprise. It was the two beings at their head, two I had never expected to see again in my life, standing together, sinister grins spread across their faces, which shocked us all. There before us, side by side, stood the former emperor of Slizer and a Glatorian of Ice we all recognized immediately: Millennium and Cynnia."Come now, Spherus Magnians," Millennium called. "Show yourselves. We know you are there. Do not claim you have never heard of scanners before?"Dazed, we marched silently out of our hiding places and stood before the two beings.The pair of them laughed derisively at our expressions. "Greetings, old friends!" Cynnia said with a sinister smile. "How nice to see you all! I imagine you're rather surprised to see us.""Did you honestly think it would be so easy to defeat a Great Being?" Millennium mocked. "You are fools. And so you will die like fools. A detour well worth my time. Millennions! Kill them!"The little band around him surged forth; but we were no pushovers. We had had much training and some experience in battle, and it was quantity, not quality, which had always given Millennium's army worth. It was for that attribute alone that we fled, as a continuous stream of soldiers poured out the doors.And that is why we are crouched, hidden, in this cave. It all seems so surreal, like a strange dream. Impossible that we are here, on this strange planet; impossible that Millennium is alive; impossible that Cynnia, innocent Cynnia, is working with him. It simply makes no sense.But yet, somehow, it is all real. They are both here, on this planet, searching for us to kill us. We have escaped them once today; it is an exiguous possibility that we may escape them a second, and even less likely that we may defeat them in combat.But I am ready to die. So I will now transmit this final chapter to my computer on the ship in the faint hope that someone, someday, will find the wreckage of the Unreachable Star and know everything we have gone through, and who it is that brought our mission to its untimely end.From Captain Seren; Navigator Nagaan; Engineer Veverka; and I, Doctor Reise; and in memory of the deceased Master of Defense, Klimaat: to whomsoever reads this, please let our story be known, to all the people of Slizer and Spherus Magna. Let them know that the four remaining members of the Stelllar Quest team bid you all vale, and that we are deeply sorry. Tell them that the Stellar Quest--if even they remember it by the time you read this--has failed. * * * Note. Dr. Reise: I was again in some agitation during the writing process, leaving an awkward disjunction between this and the preceding log entry. However, it is still an adequate example of my prose set down with minute detail and precision, and accurate both factually and emotionally accurate, and so I will let it stand.That we are alive--that we have survived--is a miracle. I cannot believe it. As inconceivable as seemed our impending death, the fact that it did not come is even more so. But it is not just that; the circumstances surrounding our continuance are likewise astounding. The unlikely arm that pulled us out of a pit of despair--the serendipitous arrival of an ubelievable distraction and unusual saviors--we can do naught but thank our lucky stars for the felicitous turns our position took.But I am getting ahead of myself. I am yet so awestruck that my mind is in utter dishevelment. I must gather my thoughts and proceed in a punctilious, lucid mode.So there we were, crouching in the cold, dark cave, aught to be heard but the dripping of water farther back. But then we heard the distant sounds of the search party, which grew steadily nearer."What do we do?" Veverka whispered suddenly. We all started; the abrupt break of silence, shaking us from our thoughts, was a surprise. And the dull, tired tone of her voice, hoarse from the hours of apprehensive desuetude, only reflected the thoughts and feelings of the rest of us. Perhaps most disheartening was the reduced energy, vivacity and blitheness with which her cadences were always saturated."We can't just wait for them to find us and kill us," the Fire Agori went on. "We'd be trapped like rats in here! We have to move on, find a better hiding place, or somewhere we can defend ourselves!"Seren spoke, his voice as vapid as Veverka's--more so. "Why? What's the use?""What's the--?" Veverka repeated, mouth open. "Seren--we have a mission to fulfill!"The captain leaned his head back on a rock, eyes closed. "Our mission was to reconnoiter Slizer, not to liberate it. By trying to excel beyond our appointed mission we failed it.""But we did liberate Slizer," Veverka pointed out. I noticed now a despairing, yet tenaciously optimistic inflection to her words. "That must count for something.""But Millennium is still at large. We may have knocked him down, but he will pick himself up. And when he does, he will reconquer Slizer and, eventually, Spherus Magna.""But--""Give it up, Veverka!" I interposed. "Seren's right. We have done nothing but delay the ineluctable; and by running or fighting, that's all we could do now. The Millennions are coming--the Millennions are coming! Millennium won't let us win this time. We couldn't kill him once--we thought we could, we thought we did, but we were wrong. Millennium's won."A tongue of flame flickered in Veverka's eyes. "Reise, how can you say that?""Because it's the truth. We can't defeat a Great Being. We should have realized that sooner. We all saw Millennium fall before Klimaat's tomahawk. But what good did it do? He's back! One way or another, he's back. Klimaat gave up his life--and for what? Nothing!""Enough!" Nagaan screeched, eyes ablaze, leaping to her feet; she paused, listening to ensure her outburst had not been perceived by our pursuers, before going on in a fierce, sibilant whisper: "Listen to you! Squabbling and disputing over--what? Whether or not we have a duty to fulfill? It's clear that we do! What action to take? It could not be more apparent! Whether success is feasible? Of course it is! Your arguments are empty, your words meaningless--and yet you"--she rounded on me--"speak of Klimaat as if he were so, as if he were inane, and his efforts and sacrifice worthless! I tell you he had twice the character, twice the spirit, and denary the courage of any of you! He would not sit here and debate re what action to take or whether it is worth taking--he would act! He would rush out of this cave right now and meet the enemy headlong, alacritously risking his life for his cause! And do not forget that it was this intrepidity and esprit that defeated Millennium and delivered Slizer. Now, I don't know who it was he killed, or who it is we face now--was it the real Millennium, and this an impostor; or was it an identical steward, a clone perhaps, and this the real Millennium?--but Millennium was defeated once; he can be again! He may have numbers, but they cannot conquer for ever, we have proven that! At the cost of my life, at the cost of all our lives; for Slizer, for Spherus Magna, for the Great Beings, and especially for Klimaat--Millennium shall die again, and as many times more as necessary!"We gaped in shock at the inferno in the Skrall Sister's eyes, appalled by the optimistic, resolute, hopeful words, by the faithful certitude and ferocity with which they were uttered, by the aberrant source of them; but most of all, by the fact that we all knew, reluctant though we were to admit it, that Nagaan was right.There were several long moments of silence, filled with the shouts of our hunters and the steady dripping from behind us. I was the first to stand and speak."You're right, Nagaan," I conceded. "Despair is for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not. We are not defeated yet. As long as we live there remains hope; and as long as there remains hope, anything is possible."Seren followed suit. "I concur. To admit defeat is to lose; to have hope is to prevail. We shall persevere." He added, "I'm sorry for losing my head. I was a fool.""So was I," I put in. "I must have faith.""Enough talk!" Nagaan hissed. "It is time to act."There were nods all around; we acted. Wordlessly we stepped out into the open, starlit air. Forward we marched as the enemy caught sight of us. They were widely fanned out, but as the cry went up one and all rushed toward us. Millennium and Cynnia were not difficult to locate among the short bodies of the soldiers. They strode calmly and steadily forward."If this is it," Seren began as we braced for the attack, "I--I just want to--well, thanks; all of you, for everything. Somehow, we've become a great team.""And still more shall we be," Nagaan returned.Veverka and I exchanged similar sentiments. Whatever happened, we would remain united, in victory or death."Cease!" boomed out the loud, deep voice of Millennium suddenly; his forces obediently halted, less than twenty Bio from the Stellar Quest Team. As if there was all the time in the world, the former monarch and Glatorian of Ice ambled to the head of the crowd."Ah, dear friends, how pleasant it is to meet you yet again!" he greeted. "How tragic that it will be our final meeting; and how ill-fated that we could not all be here together. I regret the missed opportunity to meet your valiant green friend, but it cannot be helped. I apologize for my inability to be present at what was to be our final confrontation--but I hope that my duplicate was amiable?""So it was a clone sitting upon your throne," Nagaan observed in an acerbic tone."Indeed! When prospects appear adverse, I find it wise to allow my steward to run the show, presenting me with an opportunity to take a break from the fatiguing responsibilities of absolutism.""Coward!" Veverka challenged."Contrariwise, my dear, I am wise enough to know that there are some perils from which one must flee," Millennium replied. "A just caution, as has been proved. But as I was saying before you interrupted so impiously, I took a vacation, in the form of a relaxing excursion to a peaceful, remote planet, inhabited by a charming, albeit primitive, people. A beautiful place, I must say. I am glad I had the chance to see Spherus Magna with my own eyes before I seized it. There is much potential there; my rule with benefit it greatly.""Your rule will benefit nobody but yourself!" I cried. "These are all the same empty words you gave me before! Your intentions are egocentric, and you will do far more harm to Spherus Magna than good!""We shall see, blue one, we shall see....Now, please, cease these most irksome interruptions, and allow me to finish my tale. I am getting to the part that should interest you most. You see, while I was travelling around your lovely Spherus Magna, I happened upon an old friend. A mutual friend, I believe. I gather you and my Commander have met. But I digress. Cynnia, I'm sure you and your erstwhile acquaintances have a lot to talk about.""Indeed," the Ice Glatorian agreed with a sneer. "So much has happened since our last occasion to meet.""Cynnia," Seren greeted frostily. He regarded her with interest, confusion, shock; but no fear. "I see you've made a new friend.""Oh, but he's not new at all!" Cynnia interposed. "He is a very old friend.""How is it, then, that you did come to be acquainted with an overweening, avaricious tyrant such as Millennium here?""Branches and boulders can crash down 'pon my shoulders, but words will never harm me," Millennium observed axiomatically."I came to know His Majesty in much the same way as you. It was a long, long time ago; the Element Lords gathered together a team of seven, one from each village--for there were, at the time, yet seven villages--and, by order of the Great Beings, assigned them a mission: To explore, to boldly venture where none but the Great Beings themselves had before been. I, as I am sure you have guessed, was one of those villagers who accepted the task. It was a ship much more primitive than your Star we were given, but it did its job. Its name was The Venture."Millennium stepped in. "Ah, but not all the Great Beings approved of The Venture and the enterprise it and its crew were to undertake. The project, in fact, after much debate, had been shut down completely. But behind the others' backs, a small group of Great Beings went on with it anyway, desperate to know what had become of bygone creations. Yes, Spherus Magnians...I was the leader of that group.""Impossible!" Nagaan hissed. "Your claims are impertinent lies!""I care not whether you choose to believe me or not," the ex-despot said with a shrug. "But it is the truth. But as I was saying, I knew that I could not keep the mission a secret forever; but I had hoped The Venture could have been safely on its way before suspicion was aroused. Unfortunately, fate rarely bends itself to one's hopes. Our operation was discovered. But I was not going to allow my project to be terminated. I had worked too hard upon it--I had too many hopes resting upon it. My curiosity was too strong--my remorse was too strong."For a moment, my heart softened. Perhaps, all along, Millennium's heart has been in the right place, I trowed. Perhaps his actions, though misguided--and, then again, who's to say they truly were?--had the right intention behind them.This thought lasted only a moment. Though I sympathized with Millennium's words, I knew better than any of my teammates how insubstantial and insincere were his expostulations; it was all mere sonnigraphy. Underneath his smooth talk, Millennium was a cunning, deceptive, self-serving, pitiless introvert.I gripped my Sea Saber tighter and said loudly, "I grow weary of your inane sentimental talk, Millennium. Hurry it up, would you?"Millennium glanced at me through his cold, apathetic green eyes and went on, "After much debate the exploration project was approved, on the condition that I--by mutual desire--leave with The Venture. Most of my followers renounced any affiliation with me and remained on Spherus Magna with the other Great Beings. Only one accompanied me: Blaster, as he was known on Slizer. A pity that his loyalty ultimately led to his demise. It was, however, for the greater good."Cynnia reclaimed the narrative, so seamlessly I thought it must have been rehearsed. "So The Venture began it's journey, and Slizer was the first stop on Millennium's agenda. But when we arrived--when he saw what had become of his creation--his heart was broken. You have heard what Slizer was like at that time? War: endless war, endless fighting, endless death. The same people Millennium and the other Great Beings had invented and then mercilessly abandoned were slaughtering one another--and Millennium knew that culpability lay with himself and the other Great Beings, for had they not discarded their experiment they could have saved it from this state of constant savagery."But Millennium did not lament, for he knew the fate of Slizer rested in his hands. So he resolved to take immediate action--but my teammates did not like it. They wanted no part in his designs. They wanted to explore, not to intrude upon the affairs of the aboriginals. They considered it unethical. No matter what Millennium, Blaster or I said, they refused to listen. And so--so--" Cynnia's voice faltered. Her sneer quivered for a heartflash."So they learned what happens when one crosses a Great Being," Millennium concluded. "We needed them not. In fact, it made things much easier. You see, it was necessary to dissemble ourselves--to make ourselves more similar in appearance and therefore more personable to the Slizerians. Blaster and I could do that easily enough, but we knew it would take more effort to find a solution for the Spherus Magnians. Though the solution was simple enough, it was more facilitating with six fewer Glatorian. The answer, if you had not already guessed, was to make a mechanical being which Cynnia could control from the ship; from even greater distances if necessary. We cleped this automaton Dynamo. And the rest is history.""Up until Millennium's curiosity was aroused once more," Cynnia added, "and he sent Dynamo to survey what had become of Spherus Magna. And it was a perfect opportunity to test the ameliorations of my control system. Even from Slizer, with Dynamo on your homeworld, he operated impeccably."Said Millennium: "And so I was able to see how my fellow Great Beings were getting along in my absence. The fools! They had practically abandoned Spherus just as Slizer, if somewhat more tactfully. But they turned a blind eye to the jealousies, spites, and avarices of their appointed leaders, the 'Element Lords.' Even when I had Dynamo and his forces attack Spherus Magna, the Great Beings showed little concern. Imbeciles! Did they not realize who was behind the attack? Had they forgotten about me? Even when I sent Cynnia back to Spherus herself, as a spy, they suspected nothing.""Oh, they were suspicious," Cynnia corrected, eyes twinkling with scornful mirth, "at first, that is. But they believed me readily enough when I gave them my sob story about how 'I had realized Millennium's treachery,' that 'I had been held so long against my will,' and so 'when, finally, Millennium and the others were killed I was safe and eager to return home.' And so--as a compensation for my suffering, and a reward for my loyalty--they offered me a part in the Stellar Quest. But I kindly refused, saying I'd done my bit and just wanted to stay home: where I could control Dynamo on Slizer and keep an eye on Spherus simultaneously, and spread rumors about the Stellar Quest in an effort to boost the morale of the lazy Agori and Glatorian and goad them back to working on repairs. We couldn't have our planet in such disarray when our new ruler arrived and took control.""Though it was, of course, likely enough that it would be in worse shape by the time I was ruler--but it was a pleasant thought. And that, of course, brings us back up to date. The Great Beings launched the Stellar Quest--a crude semblance of my Venture project; though your Star is an improvement over my earlier invention, it is as nothing to the scientific progress I have made on Slizer. All subsequent events were directly linked to you four and your defunct friend. But all along you ignorant fools had no idea that you were playing into my hands. How could you? Not even the Great Beings themselves realized it!" Millennium laughed. "There is a sparse number of drawbacks to your escapades on my planet--the loss of Blaster, my palace, and Dynamo--but it was worth it to removed that vexatious thorn in my foot that was that feeble rebellion group, the Aliruug. Now that they have come out into the open, I will simply return with a fresh legion and decimate them entirely. Such a crushing defeat after a false victory will eradicate any hope among whatever remnants of them remain when I am through. Then I will build a new palace, more majestic; a new Dynamo, stronger and even more advanced. And then, at last, Spherus will be mine--but first, Stellar Quest Team, you must die.""Over our dead bodies, Millennium!" I vociferated, rather obtusely. Thinking better of it, I added, "You can't win! We beat you once, we'll beat you again!""Ah, but last time, you had help. The Aliruug, and your green friend--""Klimaat!" Nagaan apprised vehemently. "His name is Klimaat.""Ah, yes, Klimaat." Millennium nodded, gazing downward, shaking his head almost regretfully. "What a waste. Intrepid, valiant, altruistic, if hidden beneath a mask of arrogance. Indeed, he would have made me a great asset, if only--""If only he would have conformed to your accursed designs and whims, as you hoped I would," I finished.Millennium regarded my with interest. "My steward did offer you a Lieutenant position, did he not?" He nodded thoughtfully. "He was impressed by your loyalty, your wisdom, your inner strength. You are a remarkable being for one so small." He extended a hand toward me suddenly. "My clone was no fool--indeed, he was fully endowed with my cerebral prowess, among other traits, thought tacfully without my ambition. I find his impression of you to be indubitably veritable. You would still be invaluable to my empire, especially after the...misfortunate loss of Blaster. What say you--Lieutenant Reise?"I snorted and riposted, "Drop dead, Millennium.""I think I can hear Klimaat cheering," Veverka murmured with a grin. How she could joke at such a time, I was at a loss to comprehend.Millennium merely cachinnated. "Lamentable, but it is of no consequence. I am afraid, then, that this is vale."Tension had escalated to a zenith over the course of the arrogant, pompously epinician, prolix oration; the snap of Millennium's fingers was like the first thunderclap, after which finally the pressure restrained within the clouds was released in a torrent of fury. And, just as a spate of raindrops descend simultaneously, a spate of events simultaneously followed the Great Being's gesticulative order.First, the four of us glanced synchronously over our shoulders; though there was nothing to be seen, I am certain I felt a hand upon my shoulder and perceived a flash of green out of the corner of my eye, and that the others witnessed the same phenomenon. There was no doubt in any of our minds that, at this crucial moment, Klimaat was with us.Then the Millennions surged forward. Nagaan murmured, "I will see you soon, Klimaat," and together the four of us emitted loud battle cries and met the enemy head on--or head off, as it soon was in our foes' case.At the same moment, Cynnia and Millennium drew their own weapons--a rapier that almost appeared to be made of ice, and a large, heavy glaive--and joined the fray. I was fighting for my life in a knot of soldiers, and nearby Nagaan was concentrating on telekinetically sweeping a Millennion's disc in a slowly expanding ring round herself to fend off the soldiers. It was Veverka who met Cynnia in an age-old clash of Fire and Ice.Millennium thundered toward Seren, who, facing the other way as he beat back the Millennions before him, failed to notice. But I did not."Seren--Millennium--trade!" I called, throwing my Sea Saber. Seren looked over his shoulder in time to grasp the situation and my flung weapon, toss me his Thornax Blaster in return, and spin around not a moment too soon to meet Millennium's blade with mine.As the swords met I caught a Millennion's disc in my hand and politely returned it to its proper owner, though I don't think he was pleased to have it back, nor were the Millennions beside him, I expect. Suddenly I was seized from behind by a triad of Millennions who gripped my arms and would have rammed a disc with literally explosive force upon my head if Nagaan had not . I nodded my thanks to her."You owe me one, Agori," the Sister of the Skrall sibilated with a jocular twinkle in her eye. Side by side, we dove back into the sea of enemies, illuminating the dim landscape with spheres of viridescent and cerebral energy.Nearby, Cynnia and Veverka were locked in combat, blades flashing furiously. Half the size of her opponent, Veverka faught with a fervent vigor and valorous ferocity that surpassed that of her opponent. Cynnia narrowly evaded a wide, strong slash of Veverka's blade, retaliating with a swift riposte that the Fire Agori knocked aside with a reversed swing. The rapier swept suddenly downward, knocking Veverka's legs from under her. Cynnia's rapier descended vertically, sinking into the ground as Veverka rolled aside. A volant kick to the Glatorian's stomach sent her reeling, and in an instant Veverka was back on her feet, between Cynnia and the icicle rapier.Cynnia leapt nimbly backward to avoid the rapidly slashing Pyroblade, and slipped behind a rock pillar to shield herself from another attack. Veverka pursued; Cynnia seized her chance. With Veverka behind her and the advantage of height, Cynnia could easily outrun her opponent well in time to retrieve her weapon and spin around to meet Veverka's. They exchanged stroke after stroke, slicing, lunging, parrying. Then Veverka activated her jetpack suddenly, propelling her over her opponent's head. She executed an adept somesault at the arc of the leap before descending once more to terra firma. Cynnia received a kick to the small of her back, but twisted just in time to block the slash of Veverka's sword.While Cynnia and Veverka battled with fervent energy, Millennium and Seren crossed swords in a wise evincible of grave determination and calm enmity. They placidly waged a private war, each fighting for their side and yet singularly detached from it: the noble, fastidious, cosmically naive warrior versus the regal, menacing, puissant and self-absorbed titan banished from his own people. This was not a contest of two armies or two teams or a combination thereof, but of two causes as embodied in these duelists.Millennium brought his blade down in a powerful swing, which Seren parried with difficulty. His weapon--my Sea Saber--was not the most apt weapon for the battle, minuscule and disproportionate in the Glatorian's hands, but it was adequate. Seren made a lunge with the dagger, which was deflected by a cross swing of the broadsword. Millennium reversed momentum in the blink of an eye, bringing his sword back in a deadly transversal slash the Sand Glatorian narrowly evaded.Off balance, there was a delay before Seren's retaliation, a sudden swipe, which Millennium parried with a deft flick of his glaive. This left Seren's right side unprotected, but he executed a backflip, kicking Millennium's strike away in the process. In an instant he was on his feet and lunging with the dagger, a swift movement that was countered in the nick of time. Millennium raised his massive foot suddenly in a kick that sent Seren sprawling. The Great Being was upon him in a moment, and it was all Seren could do to defend himself from the onslaught of attacks. Finally he managed to deter Millennium with a kick to the knee and an uppercut that, though deflected, sent his opponent stumbling back a pace, allowing him enough time to recover verticality and parry the next swing.I took exiguous notice of Veverka's or Seren's conflicts at the time, engrossed as I was in my own against Millennions that outnumbered me so exorbitantly. Nagaan and I fought courageously, adroitly; but it was a losing battle. Against such insuperable odds, we could not last. Even if Veverka and Seren conquered the leaders--if--the Millennions' superiority of amplitude would be our undoing. At that moment, as I ducked a disc, knocked aside its caster with a firm uppercut, and whirled around to shoot down two more, Millennium's words came back to me:I can create as many as I want as rapidly as necessary, but individually each is as worthless as the next.The strength of his army was in quantity, not quality. And they had that advantage in copious supply. They were, with good reason, entitled Millennions; though the pun is weakened by the existence of Flares and Sparks, the point stands. Their numbers eclipsed our skill.But if, I thought suddenly, there is a way to use that strength of numbers against them?As my mind raced, five Millennions rushed me at once. I shot one down before the others seized my arms, and sent another sprawling with a sharp kick. Only one Millennion grasped my right arm now, and with a quick pull I threw him into one of the Millennions on my left. My right arm free to use the Thornax Blaster, the last Millennion on my left arm didn't have much chance to consider how foolish his actions had been.Ignoring the typical repulsion born of a distaste for violence, I battled on, ruminating over the matter. On the other side of the Millennion throng I spotted Nagaan, perched atop a rock, catching discs telekinetically and hurling them back at the soldiers, nimbly evading any coincident attacks. That was when that cerebrum of mine produced a plan.Slowly but surely, I clove a path through the swarm of enemy to Nagaan's side. Pressing my back to her boulder and firing at the Millennions, who had retreated to fight from behind a short hummock that served adequately as a bulwark, I said to her, "That mind trick you played on those guards in the hangar bay of that Slizerian warship--when you turned us invisible. Could you do that again now?""I did not turn us 'invisible,'" Nagaan hissed with a note of scorn accompanying her characteristic hauteur; she seemed to deliberately check her tone as she went on, "I merely masked our presence from their simple mind. It would be more complicated in this situation--slightly more demanding--but could I do it? Naturally. Why? Are you suggesting we flee?""No, not at all. I only want you to turn me inv--erm, mask my presence--for a few moments. See, here's my notion...." In as succinct a manner as I was capable, I limned my plan, particularly elucidating the parts Nagaan would play."You have a mind of a more tactical and generally intelligent propensity than I would ever have thought it possible for an Agori to possess; or, for that matter, for a male to posess," Nagaan complimented--I think. "Now follow me so I may conceal your pesence from our obtuse foes."We sprang behind the rock, Nagaan closed her eyes, and presently she opened them and said, "It is done." As she said this, she paused to clutch her head. Her sides heaved with each panting breath. The strain was getting to her. This was not a battle that we could afford to protract."Are you sure you're okay?" I checked."I will be as soon as you commence. I will be awaiting the signal. Now hie!"Even as my feet began to carry me away, I watched with admiration as the Skrall leapt gracefully atop the rock. Nagaan, brave, ardent, devoted psychic warrior, resumed the battle alone. Then I turned my attention back to the task at hand.I maneuvered apace to a position behind the Millennions, between them and a tall frill of stone. Ignoring the stitch in my side, the throbbing pain in my stubbed foot and the bruises on my hinges accrued via the resulting fall, my flashing heartlight, my heaving chest, and my genereal effeteness, I proceeded immediately to give the signal: a single, luminous shot into the air above me. As the soldiers rotated their heads to search out the source of the unexpected disturbance, I saw in their eyes that they could see me, and I knew that my invisibility had been revoked. I knew also that I was not ready for what I had to do next; but I had to do it regardless. And so I did.Time slowed as the discs of the quicker Millennions flew toward me. I dodged, ducked and swerved, remaining in a centralized location before the stone frill to focus the bombardment. Then the fusillade began; my ears were filled with the sounds of disc reports, my eyes with the flat, round objects cleaving the air, the heat of their explosions against my back. Suddenly nothing else existed; my dulled mind drained of any thoughts but for one: run. Run, flee, escape--from what and for what reason I retrated, I neither knew nor cared at that moment. I just did. It was, perhaps, pusillanimous; but I assure you I would not have allowed my mind to be overrun by these thoughts--not even thoughts, really, merely instincts--had I not first recognized my task as complete.As it was I fled to a safe distance before crumpling to the ground in an exhausted heap, my mind an empty whirl of nothingness. I have no personal recollection of the frill collapsing, crushing, as planned, a formidable number of Millennium's velites beneath its mass; of the Millennions scattering and running to escape; of the chain reaction of crumbling stone pillars that picked off an additional number of our enemies. It was Nagaan, not I, who witnessed this.But all was not as well as we had hoped. Even as this force of Millennium's was conquered by the insuperable coalescence of my igenuity and Nagaan's powers, reinforcements were arriving. I am glad I was not conscious to watch as our momentary victory was prostrated, all our hopes obliterated, by the arrival of these auxiliary troops."They came," Nagaan since told me, "like a sandstorm upon the horizon. It draws slowly nearer and nearer, and one just watches. One knows there is nothing they can do to stop it. All one can do is wait for it to overtake them. It is not even terrifying. It is odious, and bizarre, but not terrifying. It fills one with an irrational courage. When one's fate is accepted, not even consciously, as ineluctable, there is no room for fear; merely a patient, apathetic wait, watching with wonder and interest as destiny approaches."But destiny is not always what it appears to be. This was one such occasion.As Nagaan stood atop her rock, watching as the swarm surged ever closer, the ground began to rumble. At first she thought it was merely the pounding of hundreds of feet moving at a rapid gait, growing steadily more pronounced as the distance decreased. But the force of the tremor grew to the point that she recognized it for the quake it was.And then, with a stentorian moaning and groaning, the stone ripped open beneath the very feet of the foremost Millennions. Nagaan watched in astonishment as they tumbled headfirst into the abyss with loud vociferations and screams. Those that managed to halt before following their tovariches were pushed in by the soldiers behind who obliviously marched onward. Nearly half of the myrmidons were swallowed by the yawning chasm before the flow of the river of marching feet was successfully reversed. Then the rift closed, as suddenly as it had opened, leaving not a semblance of its presence but for the fleeing remnants of a fighting force that had, up until mere moments before, been parading toward victory."But the rumbling did not stop," says Nagaan. "It only grew stronger. I saw that, nearby, Seren, Veverka, Millennium and Cynnia had ceased their fighting, their bewildered faces turned toward the vanished chasm. But--no; bewildered is not a sufficient description. But if there is one, I do not know of it. By that point, I believe, we all thought we were dreaming. And subsequent occurrences only furthered those convictions. Even now I find it hard to accept that it was, in fact, no dream."By this time I had been, quite literally, shaken from my catatonia. But at the time I was not certain of the fact. Either the light is playing tricks on me, I weened, I am dreaming, or I have simple gone insane. For there, supra my very eyes, was a face in the rock: Two long, slit-like eyes, and a mouth filled with jagged teeth of stone, smiling in an almost sinister manner.As I rose to my feet, and the face rose with me, I decided that I was either dreaming or insane. Light could not have this effect."So, which is it?" I asked the face. "Are you a figment of my conscious or subconscious mind? Either way, one of them is deranged."The face screeched and hissed in response. I took a step back. As I did so, I perceived an anthropoid body of serrated mineral beneath the hideous metoposcopy. One of its legs moved forward. I took another step rearward; it took another step forward. We repeated the motions like some strange dance until the beast gave an impatient growl."Well," I said, "if you insist. Good day--or maybe it's night--or--" the creature cut across me with another growl, and with a nod I turned and ran.And I ran--and ran--and ran. At every turn I saw another beast made of stone, glaring at me through narrow white eyes, baring wicked fangs. Some had only four limbs, some had only four arms, some had only two legs, some had two heads--I did not look at any for longer than a heartflash before shifting direction. My legs still ached, the stitch had returned, I could hardly breath--but I kept running, on and on, swerving to avoid every demon that loomed before me, ducking through arches of stone and springing over small boulders. I had--transitorily, mind you--certes gone insane.All of a sudden something rammed into my side--a giant hand, or a foot, or a boulder, or a warship, I knew not what, I merely wanted to escape it. I struggled to my feet to continue running, but something seized both my arms before I could flee. I struggled in vain; I was weak, and the hands around my forearms were firm. Then a voice spoke, gruff, deep, but not hostile:"Calm down, alien, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you--not yet, at least. First I have to get you away from these Rock Demons. So unless you fancy getting yourself eaten by one, I suggest you sit down and stop your mindless running."My arms were released and I crumpled to the ground, in obedience to the voice as well as my body. Through blurred eyes I regarded my assailant, savior and captor. He was, in appearance, rather like a Throwbot, roughly the same size and with the same deltoid head. He was mounted on a three-wheeled motorcycle no larger than his own body. He sat upright, arms in the air, a light ray gun in each hand. With these he fended off approaching slowly approaching Rock Demons. Though the light beams did the beasts little harm, after three or four shots each they desisted and lumbered off in search of easier prey.Our attackers thus repelled, the cyclist turned back to me. Wordlessly he grabbed me by the shoulders, heaved my effortlessly onto the motorcycle before him, grasped me with his arms, cautioned "Hold on," and we were off at top speed.As he maneuvered the vehicle proficiently across the rugged terrain, not far off, according to my teammates, the war had been ephemerally put aside as the battlers faced a more imperative matter, a horde of seemingly impervious monsters composed of stone. During the course of this unexpected conflict, the two sides--Millennium, Cynnia, and a small quantity of Millennions who had found their way back to their leader's side; and Seren, Veverka, and Nagaan--had been separated two opposite ends of the valley in which they battled."And then, without warning, they poured into the lowland," Seren tells me, "and light rays illumined the semidarkness. And Millennium, his army decimated, finding himself in the midst of a battle between strange beasts and unidentified beings in which he had no interest, he called for a strategic retreat. He may be an imperious, tyrannic psychopath bent on revenge and, moreover, dominating the universe, but he's no fool. Not even his pride blinds his judgement. But the last word had to be his."And so it was. Even over the screeching of light beams, the groaning and growling of Rock Demons, the cries of the mounted strangers, his sonorous voice echoed across the landscape. Even I, riding across the terrain less than fourty Bio away, could hear it, deep, prepotent, abhorrent; yet nonchalant, calm, almost amused, certainly disappointed but not at all melancholic over this transient failure:"It looks like this battle is drawn, Spherus Magnians. But the war is far from over. I shall have my revenge; on you, on Slizer, on the Great Beings. I will not stop until my desideration for vengeance is sated. We will meet again, friends...and when we do, you will share your green friend's demise. Until then!" * * * The crux of this tale has been sufficiently recounted, leaving little left to be noted.The Rock Demons were easily discouraged, and faced with the irksome barrage delt by the mounted beings they abandoned their undertaking and retired to their slumber. Seren, Nagaan and Veverka were transported as I had been, though it took a total of six cyclists to schlepp the taller two over the landscape.Along the way my escort joined up with my teammates', and thus collocated we were taken into a tunnel which burrowed deep beneath the planet's surface. Several hours' swift riding brought us to a subterranean city, almost as technologically advanced as Slizer. The caverns of the metropolis were illuminated with the same manner of technology used on Slizer and within the Star.We were taken to a large hemispherical structure, where we found ourselves presented to the authorities, a tribunal of of ten beings that were, to my eyes, indiscernible from all the others we had seen. I was initially confused for, even inside the building, all of the beings rode tricycles. My puzzlement was replaced by surprise when, upon further optical inspection, I discerned that the beings were not mounted on motorcycles, but part of them. Where legs would have been these beings had, instead, wheels.The council spokesman, in his prefatory greeting, identified himself as a member of the Robori species, specifically an Onyx, inhabitants of Roboria Onyx, Stone Planet of the Robori. Civilities thus perfunctorily addressed, he went on abruptly to ask who we were, where we had come from, what we were doing here, and, tacitly, how soon we could vacate their planet. When it was established that we were here by accident and wanted nothing more than to leave, the Robori council appeared satisfied. They were utterly incurious in any further details regarding Spherus Magna or Slizer or us; on the contrary, having no despot ruthlessly dominating them, no ongoing war, no mislaid or stolen mystical treasures, no modes of any form in which our aid could be employed, and no hostile intent, the Robori had absolutely no interest whatsoever in outsiders bar to expel them as politely and hastily as was practicable.And this, indeed, is exactly what they did. Without delay the Robori community got cracking on the repairs for our fallen Star, under Veverka's guidance. The rest of us were more or less held captive in the dwelling of a prominent official of some variety, treated with cold disapprobation, suspicious disdain, but not ungraciousness. We were nothing more than an irksome burden, that was made clear by the tones and expressions behind their polite words; but we were fed and comfortably housed.Within thirty-six hours our vessel's servicing was completed. The moment this was so, a fleet of Robori warriors, relieved that our departure was eminent yet impatient for us to be on our way, escorted Seren, Nagaan and I without cunctation from the city to meet Veverka at the crash site of the Unreachable Star. And there, when we arrived, she was: Beautiful as ever, elegant, warm, inviting; and the ship looked nice, too.Though we waved from the platform outside the door, the Onyx only gazed ublinkingly until we disappeared into the ship. Then, I surmise, they retreated to a safe distance to watch up to the moment we had become no more than a star in the sky."To your stations, everyone," were Seren's first words upon entry into our ship. "We've lost enough time already. We have a chase to begin."Within minutes we were all seated on our separate decks, communicators on open frequency, computer screens connected to the bow and stern cameras, engines prepared. Seren's voice announced:"Nagaan, commence countdown, and set a course for the nearest planet. We have to track down Millennium and finish what we started. Now we must take a hard road, a road unforeseen. We won once--we can win again. There lies our hope, if hope it be. To walk into peril--peril unknown--is our path now."I contributed: "The gate of the black void that conjugates and yet segregates all worlds now lay open to us . . . and it is through this gate and into this void we are bound. This is not the end of the Stellar Quest; on the contrary, it is the ignition.""Three...two...one..." Nagaan counted.Even the engines roared with us as we cried: "Ignition!" The End . . . of the Beginning Lord of the Rings Quotations "They cannot conquer forever!" - The Two Towers, "Journey to the Cross-Roads""Despair is for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not." - The Fellowship of the Ring, "The Council of Elrond""I am wise enough to know that there are some perils from which [one] must flee." - The Two Towers, "The Window on the West""Now we must take a hard road, a road unforeseen. There lies our hope, if hope it be. To walk into peril--" - The Fellowship of the Rings, "The Council of Elrond" Sincerely, Nuile: Lunatic Wordsmith
  5. SSC#9: In The Darkness Bind Them entry Tirashos, Southern BZ-Koro Coastline, Year 271, Day 25, 6.45 Lunar TimeThere was only One thing that mattered, and that was his golden Kanoka.He remembered his turaga saying, "Keep it out of harm's way. It is the One Kanoka to rule them all. It cannot be damaged, but hold it close to you, Galuk.""Yes, Turaga. But should I go into hiding?""No. They will find you and take the kanoka, no matter what," The turaga paused for a second. "Stay on the move, and stay in a spot only overnight."Turaga Braap looked at the teal toa."I depart at morning," Said Galuk.---Tirashos, Day 26, 2.12 Solar Time"Galuk! Wake up," a matoran whispered forcefully."Dala? What's wrong?""Turaga Norel told me to find you. She says her scrying has found Zyglak coming to the mainland.""So I leave now?""Hang on," the matoran stated. "She said to try to evade them as much as possible. They know you're somewhere near BZ-Koro, but don't exactly know where. She suggests you go to Warzone.""Tell her I'll leave at 5.""I will."---Barawahi, Horizon Castle, Year 271, Day 26, 5.45 Solar Time"You must be Galuk. Welcome to the home of the Hand of Faith Clan, Horizon Castle.""And you are...?" Galuk asked."I am Makor, and Makor means Me!""What is your position in the Hand of Faith?""I am Lord Makor, King Xaran's secretary and chief adviser.""Has His Majesty been informed of my arrival?""Let's walk. His Majesty has been told of a visitor, but nothing more than that," explained Makor."Then I guess we should meet him, eh?""Yes. My Lord," Makor spoke into his gauntlet, "We have a visitor.""Makor!" A hearty voice exclaimed from the speaker. "Bring him in! I'd like to see him.""Yes, Your Majesty."---Horizon Castle, 6.00 Solar Time"Ho ho ho!" Laughed King Xaran mirthfully. "So you're saying that this 'magical kanoka' cannot be destroyed?""Yes! Exactly!" Exclaimed Galuk."May I see it?""Be my guest," says Galuk, handing the kanoka disk to the king."Makor, fetch me a Blue Grime grenade.""Yes, m'lord," says Makor."What! Are you crazy?""Actually, the term you're looking for is 'insane'," corrected Xaran. "And yes, I'm insane. However, I have an inkling as to what this disk actually is." Makor reappears and hands the king a blur grenade, one without a pin, and a taser-like object and walks back to the side. King Xaran then places the grenade on the kanoka and carefully, slowly, surely just barely touches it with the taser.---Horizon Castle, 6.10 Solar TimeThe effect was instantaneous: Blue exploded everywhere but quickly dissipated. The beings were a bit flustered and shaken up by this, and yet were surprised when the golden disk still remained intact."Just as I thought," said the King. "This is no ordinary kanoka. This kanoka grants the user invisibility, but its powers are not just limited to just that. Fire it, and no one can see you. Once it automatically returns to you, fire it again, and you're visible. It cannot be destroyed, unless by the fires of the Magmoor Volcano on Tyrant."All of a sudden, an alarm sounds very loudly in their ears."What's that?""Oh, just nothing. Probably another clan trying to beat us. It happens many times."Sir, come take a look at this," one of the sentries called out."What is it, Reklon?" Asked the King. "Oh, dear, this is much worse than I thought.""What is it," Galuk asked. "Heavy warriors?""Worse than that," Makor said grimly. "Zyglak."---Horizon Castle, 6.30 Solar Time"No," protested Galuk. "I'm coming with you.""Have you any weapons?""No.""Then you're not coming.""Can I at least get a launcher for my kanoka?""Sure," said the ignorant General Zaar. "It's not like you're going to be allowed anywhere near the front lines." Zaar was heading to the Armory to 'suit up,' per se. When they both got there, he gave Galuk a kanoka launcher and a few daggers, just to be safe. "My gift," Zaar said."I can't take this.""Sure you can. Now get to the battlefield and GET INTO BATTLE!!!""Okay," Galuk says while running.Once he's on the 'drawbridge,' he sees total chaos on the battlefield. King Xaran casting magic spells, Zyglak infecting warriors, artillery shells exploding at every turn, et cetera.He makes is way to the King, and hears him shouting "YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!" After this, a barrier appeared and incinerated all Zyglak that even touched a mere portion of it. "So glad to see you. my friend. I was afraid that you couldn't make it. ZAAR!""Right here, sir!""Get your troops lined up.""Your Highness, that could take all day."":Well, just be glad that it's morning!""Galuk, I want you to turn invisible and kill as many Zyglak as you can. I fear they're after you. Go now!"Galuk did as he was told. He put the kanoka into the launcher and loaded it up. After a few seconds, it fired, and Galuk was nowhere to be seen. Meanwhile, General Zaar noticed many Zyglak randomly falling.To Be Continued... INFORMATION I do not own or have any claim to ownership of the Code Lyoko XANA eye. I also claim no ownership of the Lord of the Rings series. QUOTES: "...One Kanoka to rule them all..." ~ "One Ring to rule them all..." Fellowship of the Ring, Chapter Two"I am Makor, and Makor means me!" ~ "I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me!" The Hobbit, Chapter One"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!!!" ~ "You shall not pass!" Fellowship of the Ring, Multiple times throughout the entire book
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