A soft electronic tone interrupted their conversation as nearby diners checked their devices. Murmurs of confusion rippled through the restaurant. Sigrn noticed a couple at a nearby table staring at their screens with furrowed brows.
Harald''s gaze drifted toward the eastern horizon, his brow furrowing slightly. For a moment, his weathered face seemed to age further, the weight of unspoken knowledge etching deeper lines around his eyes.
"Is something wrong?" Sigrn asked, noticing the subtle shift in his demeanor.
Harald shook his head, his attention returning to her. "Just thinking about the reports from Fredrikstad this morning. Communication blackouts. The officials are blaming it on fusion grid maintenance, but..." He trailed off, his fingers drumming on the table.
"But you don''t believe that," Sigrn finished for him.
A trio of officers in blue-white Alliance uniforms passed by their table, walking slowly and laughing loudly as they headed toward the industrial district. Sigrns'' sharp sense of smell picked up the scent of alcohol emanating from them.
"So you what, went to that Skip-per-something district?" one of the officers said.
"Skippergaten, dude! It was fucking heaven." the other officer replied.
"Right, right, that. Was it good?"
"Fuck yeah. Best pussies I''ve ever tasted."
"Glad to see you two enjoying the place. Just make sure Finn signs that Helionite contract today." a third officer chimed in, his voice more seasoned and calm.
"Yes, sir," the first officer scratched his head as the trio continued pacing forth, disappearing into the distance.
Sigrn''s eyes followed them, her expression hardening.
"I heard they''re expanding the Helionite disposal facility near Fredrikstad," she said, her voice tight with poorly concealed anger. "More nuclear waste from North America and Mainland China dumped in our waters. As if the fjords were their personal trash cans."
Harald studied his daughter''s face. "You''ve been talking to those student activists again?"
"They''re right, Pappa. The Alliance, the Imperium, the Directorate C they all treat our homeland like a playground," Sigrn replied, her fingers curling around her coffee cup. "Our government accepts their bribes while they poison our waters. The environmental science department just published a study. Contamination levels have doubled in the last three years!"
Harald sighed. "Sigrn, those so called ''bribes'' are compensations which directly fund the new social welfare system. Our economy"
"Our economy shouldn''t come at the cost of our health," she interrupted, surprising herself with her vehemence. The pendant seemed to pulse warmly against her skin, almost in rhythm with her anger.
Harald''s eyes met hers, and for a brief moment, Sigrn glimpsed something she rarely saw in her father - a complex mixture of pride and fear.
"There are things happening, Sigrn. Things I''ve been tracking. The waste management facilities in the eastern regions have reported... irregularities."
A strange stillness fell over the street. The birds that had been singing in the nearby trees went silent. The air seemed to thicken, carrying an unfamiliar, acrid scent.
Sigrn noticed her father''s fingers twitch slightlya gesture she recognized from rare moments when his control slipped. His hand quickly flattened against the table, but not before she caught the familiar stance. How many times had she secretly watched him practice those movements in his study, when he thought she was asleep?
A sudden wail of sirens pierced the air, sending a shiver down Sigrn''s spine. The calm atmosphere shattered as people around them began to scramble in panic. She rose from her seat, her eyes darting around for the source of the disturbance.
"Pappa, what''s happening?" she questioned, the pendant suddenly feeling heavy against her skin amidst the chaos.
Before Harald could reply, a group of humanoid creatures appeared from behind him, their gait slow and unnatural. As they drew closer, their flesh seemed to rot away before her eyes, transforming into dark brown, hunchbacked monsters that exuded an aura of malevolence. Sigrn''s breath hitched, her mind racing with fear and disbelief.
"Jeg tror ikke mine egne ?yne !" Sigrn whispered, unable to tear her gaze from the approaching horrors.
Her father, too, stared at them, his face contorted with dread. "Furuset fell silent this morning." his eyes darted to the eastern horizon where more dark shapes were emerging. "Fredrikstad went dark an hour ago. I had hoped..."
The monsters closed in, their distorted features grotesque and horrifying. One of them reached out a gnarled hand and grabbed a man at the neighboring table, tearing him apart in a spray of blood and viscera. The sickening sound of bones cracking and flesh tearing filled the air as the creature greedily devoured its victim''s skull and spine.
"Who what are those things!" she gasped between ragged breaths, her body shaking with terror.
"No time to explain!" Harald shouted, his voice tight with worry, his voice strained as he grasped Sigrn''s trembling hand and pulled her close. "To my car! We''ll drive to the Starport!"
Above them, mutated creatures resembling eyeless bats took to the skies, screeching and swooping down upon the fleeing crowd. Sigrn''s stomach churned at the sight, but her father''s firm grip kept her moving, her legs propelling them forward.
A child''s scream pierced the air as one of the creatures lunged toward a nearby family. Harald''s hands moved in a practiced motion as he spoke in a clear, resonant voice: "Fulmen Argentum!"
Silver lightning erupted from his palms, striking the monster and sending it reeling backward.
More creatures descended from above, but Harald raised both hands, speaking again: "Scutum Lunaris!"
A translucent silver barrier materialized above them, deflecting the swooping monsters and buying precious seconds as chaos erupted around them.
"Everything we''ve built since the fusion revolution," Harald continued, his voice tight with controlled fury, "these monsters threaten to tear it all down. Drawn to our nuclear waste like moths to flame."
"You know them?" Sigrn watched her father maintain the shield, his face strained with concentration. She''d seen him use psionic abilities before, but never with such urgency, never in actual combat.
"More than Id like. Thanks to human lust the Nucleus Virus they''re spreading faster than anyone can contain them." he said as they ran beneath his shield''s protection.
Sigrns fingers brushed against the pendant''s surface, its blue jewel oddly warm against her skin.
"The car park''s three blocks away," she said, already mapping their route in her head. "But those things are between us and" She paused, eyes darting to the nearby fusion-powered tram station. "Pappa, the maintenance tunnel! The one behind the station. It connects directly to Sector H where you parked."
Her father''s eyes lit up with recognition. "Good thinking, Synne."
They changed course, weaving through the panicked crowd. When one of the eyeless creatures swooped too close, Sigrn grabbed a fallen umbrella, swinging it in a wide arc to buy them precious seconds. She glanced down at the Pendant of Mnagrt that hung around her neck, her sapphire eyes tracing its outline for any semblance of comfort.
"Stay close!" Harald urged, his eyes locked on their destination as they dashed towards the unknown, their hearts pounding in unison with the beat of monstrous wings above.
In the mid 21st Century, an altered solar wind triggered changes that would reshape humanity''s destiny. The discovery of Zephyrium a source of limitless cold fusion energy ignited the Third World War that led to the rise of Africa and Eastern Europe, accompanied by the collapse of powers including the United States, Communist China, the Russian Federation and other major influences relying on petroleum.
What remained of our societies emerged stronger, not only saving Earth from environmental annihilation but awakening psionic abilities in the next generation, ushering in an era of medical breakthroughs and societal transformation.
Humanity expanded across the Sol System. The Inner Sol Mercury, Venus, Earth, and Mars became bustling centers of civilization. Jupiter''s transformed moons, dubbed "the Realm of Divines", offered new frontiers of both promise and peril. Saturn''s domain earned the name "Realm of Grim-Harvest", as ships venturing there vanished without a trace. Beyond lay the untamed reaches of Uranus (Realm of Zenith) and Neptune (Realm of Sapphire Sea), where only the boldest dared venture.
Yet with progress came threat: the Radi-Mons, creatures born of radiation that fed on fusion waste and human flesh. These beings spread the Nucleus Virus a sexually transmitted disease promising immortality at the cost of sanity across every inhabited world known to man.
Over two centuries later, the balance of power had shifted. By 2295, Nordic Europeans became a nomadic people with Scandinavia in ruins, while the rest of Europe united under the Zorian Covenant originating from the Balto-Slavic region.
Meanwhile, the Imperium of Dragons rose from China to dominate Earth and beyond. Only the Terra Alliance of North America and Africa''s Emerald Directorate stood against their expansion. At the heart of their brewing conflict: the Moondust Crystal, an artifact of immense power buried within OsramEarth''s Moonpromising dominion to whoever claimed it.
In this crucible of ambition and survival, four lives would intertwine as allies, lovers, and enemies their choices shaping the future of humanity.
Thus begins
Ch1 Lorna I: Fusion City
21:29, February 1, 2295
200 N Michigan Ave, Chicago, IL 60601, Terra Alliance territory
For her entire life, she had grown up contending with monsters. Escaping them. Slaying them. Bedding them. Beasts. Men. Anything in between. Her feelings didn''t matter; surviving them was all that did.
Lorna Weiss stood atop a decrepit skyscraper, her blonde hair streaming in the winter wind. Below, Chicago hummed with activity, most of its citizens still blissfully unaware of humanity''s decades-long war against horrors from beyond Earth. Under Osram''s silver light, she could see them moving C twisted shapes skulking between buildings, drawn to something that shouldn''t be there.
"Target''s definitely dumping Helionite down there," Thomas Mendoza''s voice carried across the rooftop. His short wheat-colored hair and massive frame cut an imposing silhouette against the city lights, bionic arms gleaming dull silver. At six-foot-two, the Vanguard marine moved with surprising grace for someone carrying that much titanium in his body. "Illegal transport schedule. Someone''s feeding these things deliberately."
"Ready for a dramatic entrance?" she asked, the gaze of her sapphire irises catching the appreciative glance he tried to hide. That had been happening more lately - not that she minded. As a Psi Lynx agent in the Alliance, there were worse things than having a handsome partner watching ones back.
Heh. Thomas grinned, metal fingers flexing. "Ladies first."
Stepping over the lifeless body of a massive mutated octopus, its dark brown skin blending into the rooftop, Lorna took a deep breath and leaped off the edge. Head first and feet up, she fell freely through the landscape below, fluttering her eyes shut and feeling the wind whip against her signature beige trench coat lined with ballistic-weave that fluttered behind her like a comet blazing through the sky.
In that moment, amidst the chaos of an imminent Radi-Mon incursion, nothing else mattered. There was only destiny pulling her downward, the exhilaration of freefall, and the promise of a hefty bonus for taking out whatever was drawing these creatures here.
"Corpus meum leve ut pluma." With a whisper and her piercing blue eyes open wide, a soft azure aura surrounded Lorna as she plummeted. The air grew thick with psionic energy, creating a cushion that slowed her descent just meters above the ground. She somersaulted, landing softly on her black military boots.
A few meters behind her, Thomas''s larger form descended in a controlled fall, the micro-thrusters in his combat boots flaring blue against the night sky. His cybernetic arms adjusted his trajectory with precise bursts of stabilizing force before he landed with a heavy thud beside her.
"The way you show off is always beautiful. Been working out?" he said, his voice coming through clear in the quantum-encrypted earpiece nestled in her right ear canal. The device was barely visible - just a black crystalline bead that could have been mistaken for a beauty mark.
Always. My twenty-ninth birthday is soon, and age wont get the better of me, Regaining her composure, Lorna emerged from the shadows. Her form-fitting dark blue combat suit hugged her athletic figure while her coat draped elegantly over it. Golden locks, styled in an unyielding sweep back from her face, caught the dying light and shone like a warrior angel''s halo. Her skin, fair and unmarred as polished ivory, contrasted sharply with the urban darkness she prowled through.
"Another lovely night in the field, eh?" Diego Rodriguez''s voice crackled through the same comm channel, tinged with warmth and the slight Mexican accent that was common among Novians like him. "And speaking of showing off - we''ve got company. Multiple Radi-Mon signatures converging on your position."
Roger, Lorna moved with the calculated grace of a predator, every step deliberate.
The creatures came into view - Bone Fiends, two of them. Like wolves twisted by nuclear nightmare, they stalked forward on legs of exposed bone and muscle. Spine-like protrusions jutted from their backs, and their hollow eyes gleamed with unnatural hunger. Behind them scuttled something worse - Maurs, mutated ants the size of German shepherds, their jointed legs clicking against concrete as they hauled crystallized chunks of nuclear waste.
"Just another night," Lorna said, a haughty edge sharpening her American accent. Her fingers found Baldr''s sleek silver hilt in her coat pocket, the metal cool against her skin. The weapon was a masterwork of engineering - a polished cylinder that fit perfectly in her palm, its surface flawless except for the glowing interface running along its length. As she drew it, a soft blue light pulsed from within, matching her heartbeat and the flow of her psionic energy.
Lorna regulated her breathing, watching puffs of white smoke dissipate in the freezing air as her body heated with each exhalation. The interface scanned her vitals, confirming she was in optimal condition to wield the blade. With a swift flick of her wrist, quantum energy erupted from the cylinder - a dazzling beam of blue light that cut through the darkness brighter than any star, humming with barely contained power. Baldr is singing tonight! she declared.
"There she goes!" Thomas observed, drawing his own weapons - retractable titanium blades extending from his cybernetic forearms with a deadly whisper of steel on steel.
The Maurs, sensing the sudden surge of energy, quickened their frantic pace. The Bone Fiends tensed, preparing to spring. Chicago''s neon-lit towers loomed above them like silent witnesses to the impending violence.
"Ready, Thomas?" Lorna raised Baldr, its azure light reflecting in her eyes. The blade hummed in anticipation, an extension of her will made manifest.
His only response was a grim smile as the monsters charged.
The first Bone Fiend leaped, a blur of bone and rotting flesh aimed at Lorna''s throat. Baldr sang through the air, quantum energy leaving trails of blue light as she sidestepped and struck in one fluid motion. The beast''s flesh sizzled where the blade connected, its dying howl cut short as it dissolved into ash.
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"Above you, Psi Lynx!" Thomas suddenly called out. The second Bone Fiend had used its packmate''s death as a distraction, launching itself from a nearby dumpster. His cybernetic arms whirred as he intercepted the creature mid-air, fist blades piercing through the mutated hounds skull. The monster thrashed once before going limp.
"Getting sloppy, aren''t we?" Lorna teased, but her eyes were already tracking the Maurs. The mutated ants had scattered during the fight, abandoning their crystallized Helionite cargo in favor of tactical positions around them. Their compound eyes gleamed with an unsettling intelligence.
"They''re not this coordinated usually," Thomas noted, shaking dead flesh from his blades. "Even the Bone Fiends. Tried to set up a tactical advantage."
"Glacies Lunae Fulgur!" Lorna''s mezzo-soprano voice rang out as she channeled psionic energy through her left palm. Blue ethereal streams crackled between her fingers before launching toward the nearest Maur. The creature''s chitinous armor cracked under the impact as its lifeless form fell on the ground.
Remember to conserve your Aether, amiga! Diego reminded over the comm. This is really just a warm-up.
Thomas moved to guard her flank, his heavy footfalls echoing off brick walls. "Diego, we''re seeing evolved behavior patterns here. You getting this?"
"Scanning now," Diego''s voice could be heard with the sounds of fingers clicking rapidly across his keyboard. "Yep, these readings are all networked somehow. Like they''re receiving orders from C "
"Incoming!" Lorna spun as a much larger shape emerged from the shadows. A Skuggr - like a mutated stink bug the size of a hoverbike, with a canine-like head growing from its sickly brown torso. Green saliva dripped from its maw, sizzling where it hit the pavement.
"Fulmen Argentum!" Silver lightning erupted from Lorna''s fingertips, buying her space as she brought Baldr to bear. The Skuggr reeled back, its armored carapace smoking, but three more Maurs used the opening to surge forward.
Lorna moved among them like a vengeful spirit, her sword emitting a mournful hum as it met each target. One by one, the creatures fell, their burdens dropping to the ground and their glowing eyes fading into darkness.
Really in the mood for spell casting tonight, eh, Lorna? Diego''s voice came through their comms.
Got a bottle of Indra-Sprite on me, amigo, Lorna drove Baldr through the Skuggr''s skull, the quantum blade piercing straight through to emerge from the other side as the creature collapsed. If I ever run out, Ill use it.
"Right. Just make sure you have enough for the big bad later," Diego replied. "Also, these aren''t random strays. They''re all converging on Michigan Avenue. Someone''s coordinating them."
Thomas''s blades flashed as he slowed down. "And if the Maurs are here, there must be a nearby nest," he grunted between strikes.
"Something like that, Lorna grinned, voice calm despite the sweating of her body.
They soldiered on, passing by a massive voluptuous holographic figure illuminated the side of a nearby building. She was clothed in little more than a gossamer slip, her skin radiating with an otherworldly glow.
The holographic woman gently slid her slip down her thighs, her legs parting to reveal the folds of her bare, glistening femininity. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye, she seductively started to rub an iridescent credit chip - the currency of this century - across her exposed flesh, trembling in ecstatic anticipation. The ad''s flowing neon script pulsed, synchronized with the woman''s hips bucking as if caught in the throes of rapture, Leased Lily Services, where desire meets discretion.
Thomas caught Lorna staring at the ad, her expression unreadable. "Something caught your eye?"
"Just remembering a different life," she replied with a cryptic smile, one that didn''t quite reach her eyes.
Before he could press further, another tremor shook the street before she could answer. Somewhere ahead, glass shattered and people screamed.
"Diego," Lorna called out, already moving. "What exactly are we dealing with here?"
"Multiple threats," came Diego''s reply on the voice comm, accompanied by what sounded like rapid keyboard clicks. "Got a Class-2 Diabolisk heading toward Triumph Tower, a nest in Grant Park east of Michigan Avenue, and..." He paused. "Something else. The Armed Forces just picked up unusual psionic signatures near Wacker Drive."
Of course. Theres always someone psionic behind these, Lorna added with a sigh.
"Remember that cult leader we''ve been tracking?" Diego continued. "Mac Watrous. Intel suggests he''s there, and he might be behind all this."
Thomas pressed his silver fingers to his ear-mounted comm. "I can handle the nest. Request Armed Forces Vanguard support - should be enough firepower to clear it out."
"Approved. Dispatching a squad now," Diego confirmed. "And Lorna - the Diabolisk can wait. If Watrous is really coordinating these attacks, he''s a priority. Only Psi Lynxes like you can deal with him."
Lorna''s grip tightened on Baldr''s hilt. A psionic cult leader feeding Radi-Mons in his own country - it was exactly the kind of escalation she''d feared since Scandinavia fell. Her homeland had been consumed by these monsters, leaving nothing but frozen ruins and bitter memories.
"Meet me at Triumph Tower when you''re done?" she asked Thomas, who stepped closer, his cybernetic arms encircling her waist with surprising gentleness, his silver gray eyes meeting her oceanic blue.
"Sure thing. Be careful out there." He leaned in for a kiss, but Lorna turned her head slightly, letting his lips brush her cheek instead.
"Save that energy, Tom," she whispered, her hand sliding down to give his rear a playful squeeze. "We can have fun after this mission."
"That kind of fun, Miss Psi Lynx?" Thomas asked with a sly grin.
"Depends," Lorna replied cryptically, biting her lip before adding, "I might give you some if you behave?"
He chuckled, the sound rumbling within his chest as he released her from the embrace. "Promise?"
As Thomas headed east, his heavy footfalls fading into the night, Lorna paused beside the remnants of their earlier battle.
The Maurs'' abandoned cargo lay scattered across the pavement sacs of Helionite, their translucent membranes woven from the creatures'' saliva, each containing a thick, luminescent green slurry. The nuclear waste from cold fusion reactors pulsed with an otherworldly glow under the city lights, like the lifeblood of some alien earth.
Another tremor shook the ground, stronger this time. In the distance, screams echoed off steel and glass as civilians fled the growing chaos. Lorna watched them run, families clutching each other, workers abandoning their offices, all of them blissfully unaware of how close their world had come to ending before.
"Not this time," she muttered, activating Baldr''s quantum blade. The familiar blue light cast shadows across her determined features. The Alliance might pay her well for hunting these creatures, but money wasn''t everything. Every Radi-Mon she killed, every person she protected was another step toward ensuring no one else would lose their home, their family, their entire world to these monsters.
She began to run, following Diego''s coordinates toward Wacker Drive. Behind her, the Leased Lily advertisement continued its endless dance, a reminder of paths taken and left behind. Ahead lay monsters, both human and otherwise. But that was fine - contending with monsters was what she did best.
Ch2 Xin I: Source Code
22:30, February 1, 2295
87F, Amber Moon Spire (), ZenFusion Taipei branch, No. 7, Section 5, Xinyi District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
For generations, his people had been held captive in their own land. But they were content with their oppressive overlords of the Imperium. Everything was fine as long as they followed the rules and made money. Freedom was never needed. Or so they were told.
The woman''s scream pierced through Zhi-Xin Wu''s noise-canceling headphones. He adjusted the volume on his workstation, trying to drown out the interrogation feed he was required to monitor, but the Bloodtrooper supervisor had locked the audio at minimum twenty percent. There would be no escaping the sounds of Imperial justice tonight.
Behind his black-rimmed glasses, Xin''s sharp features tensed with each new scream. The black of his short cropped hair, his white dress shirt and charcoal vest marked him as another corporate drone in ZenFusion''s endless ranks. At forty, he was now a Senior Software Engineer in Data Solutions, his skinny frame and the dark circles under his eyes marking the cost of such advancement in his career.
Through the surveillance display next to his quantum terminal, Xin watched Dilinur Altai work.
"The Crystal''s location," Dilinur''s voice came through with crystalline clarity. "You''ve spent enough time playing the martyr."
Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the 87th floor, Taipei''s transformed skyline blazed against the night sky. Dominated by the iconic pagoda-shaped tower of ZenFusion''s headquarters, while smaller skyscrapers clustered around it like courtiers around an emperor, their surfaces alive with neon and status displays for the Imperium.
Xin''s fingers flew across his advanced workstation, where multiple holographic interfaces floated at different depths. The central display projected a three-dimensional quantum interface, its circular patterns rotating and shifting as he manipulated data with practiced precision. Secondary screens surrounded him in a semicircle, each running different monitoring protocols.
Another scream. The rebel''s skin was beginning to bubble where Dilinur''s fingers had touched her.
"This is the eighth hour," the rebel managed between gasps. "Your Imperium...may have taken over Taiwan. Broken itbut by Buddha, you shall not break me!"
"Nine hours would be excessive," Dilinur replied softly. "We''ll finish in eight."
Looking down through the transparent floor panels beneath his feet, he could see tubes of luminescent green Helionite being cycled to the building''s lower levels for storage, while behind him, a Zephyrium shard the size of his fist pulsed with orange and blue light in its containment chamber, powering his entire floor of the Amber Moon Spire.
Around Xin, rows of other engineers worked mechanically, their faces lit by the glow of quantum displays, all pretending not to hear the torture session being broadcast to their workstations.
"We wont." the rebel shot back.
"You Sand Lotus lunatics are stubborn. Lets see" Dilinurs voice came again, but her following sentence carried a powerful cadence. "Maa-nik-ya Yaa-ta-naa."
The rebel''s next scream was cut short by a wet gurgling sound. Xin looked at the surveillance display involuntarily. Dilinur had activated an Eclipse spell, her fingers weaving crimson patterns that pulled at the woman''s blood vessels, making them visible through her skin like dark rivers about to burst.
"Somewhere on Osram," the rebel choked out. "The Crystal... it''s on"
"Specifics!" Dilinur commanded. "Or the next hour will feel significantly longer than the previous seven."
Xin''s hands trembled slightly over his keyboard. He was supposed to be documenting this, tracking every detail revealed for the Imperium''s database. Instead, he found himself wondering how many others had disappeared into rooms like this, how many of his own people had screamed their last under the Imperium''s tender ministrations.
"Wu-san," a tired voice called from the next cubicle. "I did it."
Xin turned to see Nakamura''s weathered face lit by the glow of various machines running around them. The middle-aged engineer was holding up a holographic document, his hands trembling slightly with exhaustion or excitement C perhaps both.
"The loan papers?" Xin asked, grateful for any distraction from the interrogation feed.
Nakamura nodded, a rare smile crossing his features. "Final payment on the house. My house. Twenty-three years of overtime, but I''ve done it. Just three more years until retirement, then my wife and I can finally" He broke into a coughing fit, waving off Xin''s concerned look. "It''s nothing. Just tired. Haven''t slept more than four hours these past weeks."
"You should rest, Nakamura-san," Xin said softly, eyeing the Bloodtrooper supervisor stationed at the end of their row. "The quantum cores can process the fusion data without"
"Can''t stop now," Nakamura interrupted, turning back to his display. "The Imperium rewards diligence, Wu-san. You''ll understand when you''re older. Ah, my retirement plan... just three more years..."
The older man''s voice trailed off. His fingers froze over his keyboard.
"Nakamura-san?" For a moment, Xin thought he had simply dozed off C until Nakamura''s head hit the desk with a dull thud. The glow of his final paycheck flashed on the screen.
Xin stood up, his chair clattering backward. "Someone help! Mister Nakamura herehe needs a doctor!"
The surrounding engineers remained fixed at their stations, faces illuminated by their displays. Only their eyes moved, darting between Xin and the approaching Bloodtroopers.
"Sit down, citizen!" commanded the first trooper, his crimson armor reflecting the pulsing lights of the Zephyrium chambers. Spikes adorned his broad shoulderplates and his horned helmet concealed his expression.
"We should take him to the med bay!" Xin''s voice rose. "He''s been working sixteen-hour shifts for weeks without extra pay, without breaks"
The second trooper''s armored hand clamped down on Xin''s shoulder, forcing him back into his seat. "The Imperium rewards diligence," he recited mechanically, his voice sounding artificially deep from inside his dark red horned helmet that resembled a demonic figure from ancient folklore. "And it punishes disobedience! Return to your work."
Xin watched helplessly as they dragged Nakamura''s body away, the dead man''s retirement papers still glowing on his display. Through his own screen, the rebel woman''s tortured screams continued, but now they seemed to carry a different meaning C not just the sound of Imperial justice, but of a system that consumed its own people without mercy. A small price to pay for living in a society where few would starve. With the Universal Basic Income and the Employee Accountability System, poverty was nonexistent in this society or so they were told.
The neighboring engineers had already resumed typing, the rhythm of their keyboards never missing a beat. Every month or so, Dilinur would carry out one such methodical interrogation as his team worked on finding information about the legendary Moondust Crystal. Nothing in the Imperium''s great machinery had changed at all.
The interrogation feed cut out mid-scream. Xin''s terminal flickered, its quantum display rippling as if disturbed by some unseen force. The air in the office grew heavy with the taste of ozone C the telltale sign of approaching psionic power.
"Wu Zhi-Xin," a contralto voice called from behind him. Even without turning, he knew who it was. The same voice he''d been forced to listen to for hours, now stripped of digital distortion.
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Dilinur Altai stood by his desk, her presence commanding even more attention in person than through the surveillance feed. At thirty-seven, she was a testament to the Imperium''s advanced cosmetic technologies C her porcelain skin unmarked by time, maintained by treatments that cost more than most people earned in a year. Her features were striking: dark eyes that seemed to pierce through pretense, high cheekbones that could have been carved from white jade, and lips painted the same deep red as freshly spilled blood. Her hair was gathered in an elaborate updo, secured by a hairpin bearing a blood-red gem that caught the light from the Helionite tubes overhead. A few loose strands framed her face with calculated carelessness.
Her traditional robe was still immaculate, showing no signs of her recent activities. The black silk was embroidered with golden dragons that seemed to writhe in the shifting light, while the crimson inner layer revealed itself through strategic openings that somehow made her seem more dangerous rather than alluring. The only evidence of her work was a few droplets of blood on her hairpin.
"Prefect," Xin acknowledged, keeping his eyes on his display. Whatever beauty Dilinur possessed was like that of a venomous snake C best admired from a safe distance, if at all. "I assume youve obtained the information from the Sand Lotus agent?"
"Eventually." Dilinur''s fingers traced the edge of his desk, coming to rest near his haptic keyboard. "Though I''m more interested in what you''ve been doing. The Crystal''s coordinates should have been processed by now."
"I''ve been occupied with the fusion core data "
"A task that could be handled by any miserable junior in this office," Dilinur cut him off. Her hand moved from the desk to his shoulder, her touch deceptively gentle. "You''re special, Xin. That''s why ZenFusion gave you Ume, isn''t it? Such a generous gift."
Xin''s hands froze over his keyboard. The mention of Ume''s name from Dilinur''s lips sent ice through his veins.
"She''s waiting for you at home right now, yes?" Dilinur''s grip tightened fractionally. "It would be a shame if she were...recalled. ZenFusion''s generosity has limits, after all. Just ask your colleague Nakamura about corporate benefits." She smiled, the expression never reaching her dark brown eyes. "Oh wait."
"W-what do you want?" Xin''s voice was barely a whisper.
"The Crystal''s data. Compiled, encrypted, and stored in the level 117 cluster, with admin-level access for Governor Qin. You have twenty minutes." She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I''ll be watching. Try anything clever, and Ume gets terminated."
Around them, the other engineers kept typing, their keyboards a steady rhythm beneath the hum of fusion cores. None looked up as Dilinur straightened, adjusting her bloodstained hairpin.
"Twenty minutes," she repeated. "Show me why ZenFusion considers you so valuable."
Xin''s fingers flew across the haptic interface, each keystroke echoing his racing heartbeat. The Zephyrium shard behind him pulsed faster, responding to the increased power draw as he initialized multiple quantum processors simultaneously. On his main display, a three-dimensional map of Osram began taking shape, its craters and valleys rendered in crystalline detail.
"Nineteen minutes," Dilinur announced, standing so close he could smell the metallic hint of blood beneath her jasmine perfume. "The encryption protocols for level 117 are particularly complex. I do hope you''re not wasting time."
He wasn''t. The Sand Lotus rebel''s interrogation had yielded coordinates, fragments of ancient maps, and cryptic references to lunar formations. Now those pieces floated around his display as he wove them into a cohesive dataset. Each fragment had to be verified, cross-referenced, and encoded with quantum encryption that would make it accessible only to Governor Qin''s biometric signature.
"Thirteen minutes," Dilinur''s voice carried an edge of anticipation. "You know, when that rebel wretch broke, she mentioned something interesting about Ume''s model number. The Da-Ji series has such fascinating vulnerabilities."
Xin''s hands trembled, nearly mistyping a crucial encryption key. He forced himself to breathe, to focus. The map was almost complete C a topographical nightmare of dark craters and unexplored regions. Somewhere in that lunar wilderness lay the Crystal, its location now taking shape in his database.
The Helionite tubes beneath the floor pulsed with a sickly green light as his systems processed the massive dataset. Other engineers had stopped typing, their faces illuminated by the glow as they watched him work. They knew the cost of failure in the Imperium''s service.
"Seven minutes," Dilinur whispered. Her hand came to rest on the back of his chair. "I''m curious, Xin. When you visit Ume tonight, will you tell her how close she came to deactivation? Or will you hold her in the dark, grateful that your skills proved... adequate?"
The final pieces of data fell into place. The encryption protocols wrapped around the dataset like a serpent, securing every byte with quantum-locked protection. Xin initiated the transfer to level 117''s secure cluster, watching the progress bar with desperate intensity.
"And transfer complete," he announced, his voice hoarse. "Stored on Cluster 6865. Encoded to Governor Qin''s biosignature specifications, with an additional master key. You can verify"
"Rest assured, I will." Dilinur''s fingers traced up from his chair to his shoulder, her touch like ice through his shirt. "For Ume''s sake, I hope your work is perfect."
The quantum displays dimmed slightly as the system processed his massive data transfer. In that moment of shadow, Xin caught his reflection in the darkened screen C a face he barely recognized, twisted with fear and barely contained rage.
Dilinur leaned closer, her finger tracing along a section of code on his display. "This sequence here," she said, her voice carrying a dangerous edge of curiosity as her ebony fingernail paused above a function. "It seems redundant. Explain."
Xin''s heart skipped. She''d found the foundation of his backdoor C the fragment that would later allow him to access what should be inaccessible. He recalled the days when they had both studied Information Management at Taipei Imperial Institute, back when Dilinur was not a cruel, heartless Prefect but ''Dinu the Flower of Class C''. She had selected virtually the same courses as Xin, not because they thought alike, but because she was too busy attending after-class social parties, cultivating connections with authorities. He would always lend her his assignments to ensure they both passed with straight A grades. In return, Dilinur would pretend to be his girlfriend during Imperial Population Management inspections, shielding him from the mandatory social integration evaluations that had sent so many "abnormally introverted" citizens to reeducation facilities.
He wondered if Dilinur still remembered that chapter of their lives.
But now was not the time for things that could never be. His mind raced, assembling a technical lie that would satisfy her. She didn''t need to understand. She only needed to believe that she did.
"Pattern regeneration protocol," he answered, forcing his voice to remain steady. "If someone attempts to hack or corrupt the Crystal''s data from outside, this segment creates dynamic replacement matrices that preserve the original structure." He gestured to the code, his movements deliberately casual. "It''s standard practice for high-value datasets."
The lie tasted bitter in his mouth. If there was one thing Xin despised more than the Imperium''s casual cruelty, it was dishonesty. As a child, he''d once refused to speak for three days after his mother lied about their family history to an Imperial census taker.
Even now, he could recite the lesson his grandfather had whispered when they were alone: "Truth is the only wealth that cannot be stolen from you."
Yet here he was, spinning falsehoods with ease. The irony wasn''t lost on him: he was lying to protect his chance to finally reveal a truth.
Dilinur studied him for a moment, her dark eyes revealing nothing. Then she nodded once, seemingly satisfied. "Acceptable work. Ill test the master key later this week."
She turned to leave, then paused. "Remember to document the interrogation footage. The Imperium''s records must be thorough."
The click of her heels faded into the hum of fusion cores. Around him, the other engineers gradually resumed their work, the rhythm of keyboards building like a funeral dirge. Through the windows of the Amber Moon Spire, Taipei''s neon skyline blazed against the night, a testament to the Imperium''s power C every light fed by Zephyrium, every shadow hiding its cost.
Xin let out a sigh of relief as his hands moved mechanically over his keyboard, transcribing the torture he''d witnessed. But as he typed, his fingers created something else: a hidden subroutine, buried beneath layers of routine code. A backdoor into the very data he''d just encrypted.
His heart pounded with each keystroke, knowing discovery would mean worse than death. It would mean losing Ume.
He glanced at Nakamura''s empty workstation, the retirement papers still glowing on the display. They''d probably be processed anyway C the Imperium''s machinery never stopped, even for the dead. The tubes of Helionite beneath his feet pulsed their sickly green light, carrying away the waste of progress, feeding the very monsters they feared.
A message flashed on his display: SHIFT COMPLETE - 23:30.
Xin shut down his terminal, pocketing a dark green quantum drive so small it barely made a bulge. Standing made his head spin C how long had it been since he''d eaten? Slept? The dates blurred together in an endless cycle of coding and compliance.
"Goodnight, Wu-san," one of his colleagues murmured as he passed. The man''s eyes never left his screen, his fingers never stopped typing. They all understood. In the Imperium, survival meant keeping your head down, your opinions silent, your conscience blind.
But as Xin walked toward a Quantum Lift at the end of the hallway, past the bloodstains where they''d dragged Nakamura away, he felt something crystallize within him. A truth as hard and sharp as the Zephyrium that powered their world: The Imperium''s machinery would never stop on its own.
Someone would have to break it.
The elevators doors closed on the 87th floor of the Amber Moon Spire, carrying him down toward home, toward Ume, and toward a decision that would change everything. Behind him, the interrogation room waited for its next victim, while somewhere on Osram, a Crystal held secrets worth dying C or killing C for.
"Wait for me, Ume," he whispered, invoking the name like a talisman.
Ch3 Jabari I: Patrolling the Streets
14:37, March 15, 2287
7 Osu District, between Kinbu Senior High Technical School and K?mfo Anokye Fusion Plant, Accra, Emerald Directorate territory
Another day of skipping school. Another day spent searching for life''s purposes. Jabari Adomako walked through the heart of Accra, a metropolis that stood as a testament to African ingenuity and power. Towering spires of gold and emerald glass reached toward the heavens, their curved, dome-topped structures catching the sun''s rays and casting them back in dazzling patterns across the cityscape.
The African sun hung heavy in the sapphire sky as Jabari slipped into his own refuge, a pair of large steel gray wireless headphones clamping over his ears, banishing the world with the click of a button. Pop music flooded his senses, a pulsating bass line.
Below the elevated walkways, hover cars with sleek, aerodynamic bodies glided silently along designated lanes, their golden and green chassis reflecting the city''s dominant palette. Gyro-bikes zipped between larger vehicles, their riders leaning into turns with purpose and direction Jabari couldn''t help but envy.
To hear the teachers at Kinbu Senior High say it, Accra had risen from the ashes of the Digital Age to become one of humanity''s crowning achievements, powering the African dreams and ambitions that had carried the Directorate to Mars and beyond.
Yet as Jabari wandered beneath these architectural marvels, the grandeur above only seemed to magnify the hollow space within him. What good was living in one of humanity''s greatest achievements if he couldn''t find his own purpose within it?
A simple white tee adorned his muscular frame. His trousers, loose-fitting and breathable, fit well with the pair of scuffed trainers that saw countless journeys across the city''s advanced infrastructure. He wandered, the beats in his ears drowning out the sounds of existence but not its questions.
Then, as he rounded the corner, a motley crew of figures huddled around a shimmering vat of contraband Helionite, its faint green glow casting an otherworldly pallor on their determined faces.
"Bring this to our usual meetup spot down Jamestown..." The gang''s leader stood, a skinny woman with a bald head and spikes all over the jacket she wore, her voice a serrated whisper. "...and the buyers will crawl from their holes like vermin."
"Hey!" With a surge of resolve, Jabari strode forward, yanking the headphones from his head. "You smuggling Helionite? Shouldnt that be sent to the nuclear waste processor?"
Laughter erupted from the gang, coarse and jagged as broken glass.
The bald woman turned, her eyes narrowing into slits as she appraised him. "You would speak to Adwoa that way, boy?" she sneered, stepping closer.
"Helionite is not private property," Jabari held his ground, though his heart raced a wild rhythm against his ribs. "I''m calling the DSC. You should " he threatened, reaching for something in his pocket.
Before he could act, a fist slammed into his jaw, jarring his senses. Hands clawed at him, tearing at his clothes, dragging him down. The world spun, a frenzied kaleidoscope of kicks and punches raining down upon him as he tried to shield himself.
"The D-S fucking C!" someone spat as Jabari''s headphones were snatched away, a boot heel grinding them into the concrete. "Too busy on Mars to give a shit bout you and me. Fuck them, and fuck you!"
Onlookers scattered like startled birds, their faces blurring past, expressions mingling fear and indifference. Pinned on by the oppressive minions of Adwoa, Jabari''s breaths came in ragged gasps as the concrete that cold and unyielding against his back.
The scent of sweat mingled with the stench of the city''s underbelly as the gang leader leaned down, her face a grotesque canvas of cruelty. Her skin bore the texture of overripe fruit, pocked and sallow, while a jagged scar ran like a dry riverbed across her cheek. Her mouth twisted in a lecherous grin, revealing yellowed teeth.
"Hmm. Now that Ive looked at you, pretty boy," she crooned, her voice a serrated whisper that scratched at Jabari''s ears. "You got spirit and looks to match." Her hand, calloused and intrusive, slithered toward the waistband of his pants, breaching the barrier of cloth to grasp at his manhood crudely.
Jabari''s muscles tensed, revolt surging through him as vehement as bile. He recoiled from her touch, but the weight of defeat held him immobilized.
"S-s-stop!" he managed, the word strangled. But Adwoa cackled, relishing his discomfort as her fingers persisted in their invasion.
"Look at you, all shy," she taunted, her voice a corrosive caress. "Let''s see if I can make your little brother stand at attention."
Jabari''s eyes darted, seeking an escape, but found noneonly the circle of sneering faces around him.
"Thought you could talk to boss Adwoa like that, huh?" barked one of the gang members, a sneer curling his lip. "Youre just some useless high school student."
Adwoa''s laughter grated through the air. "Oh, he''ll be more than that when I''m done with him," she declared, her gaze fixed on Jabari like a predator. "I''ll take him back. Make him shoot his Aether like a sprinkler, watch him spurt his innocence away!"
The gang erupted into vile guffaws, their amusement echoing through the street. One of them clapped his hands together mockingly. "Hear that, schoolboy? You''re gonna get schooled the fun way!"
Just then, high-pitched growls reverberated through the streets of Accra, the sound twisting into a cacophony of snarls and screeches. The Helionite''s luminescent slurry, shoddily concealed by the gang, throbbed with a sinister green pulse.
Monsters descended like a plague upon the wide boulevards. Civilians scattered, their screams slicing the air as the creatures lunged with serrated claws. Mutated hounds, skeletal aberrations with eyes like coal pits, skittered across the cobblestones, their jaws snapping shut on anything that moved.
Above, a dark brown mutated octopus with three eyes loomed, its tentacles trailing in the sky like wraiths'' fingers.
"Ekwensu! Radi-Mons in Accra?" Adwoa''s voice, now shrill with fear, cut through the pandemonium. "Get the Helionite!"
Gangsters scrambled, clutching at the glowing canisters. But a Radi-Mon pounced, its mouth agape, revealing an endless chasm of darkness speckled with teeth. It seized a gangster, his cries gurgling to silence as flesh was rent from bone in a spray of crimson life. Jabari flinched, his muscles tensing, every fiber urging him to flee.
Adwoa, her face a mask of unsightly desperation, swung a makeshift weapon a thermal knife, glinting dully under the sun in futility.
The hounds'' razor-sharp claws slashed through fabric and flesh with ease, tearing through Adwoa''s defensive spikes as if they were tissue paper, their claws slicing through fabric and skin with equal ease, scraping against the pavement, their jaws snapping shut on flesh.
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"No! please " she spat, her bravado dissolving into a whimper. But there was no reprieve. Jabari watched, aghast, as the monsters shredded her into crimson fragments, her words dissipating with her last choked breath.
Jabari surged to his feet, a primal instinct to survive overtaking his battered form. He stumbled, his foot catching on a remnant of what had been human moments ago. Down he went, scrambling on hands and knees, trying to evade the encroaching horror.
Just then, the air crackled with energy as he looked to the sky. "Theyve come. The DSC has come! Someones called them!"
The Directorate Space Corps descended upon the scene like a storm, their arrival heralded by the whine and thump of their boots hitting the ground, a group of Ologun marines clad in dark green fusion-powered exosuits that seemed to drink in the sunlight. At their forefront stood a particularly stalwart man, his exosuit sporting silver edges and symbols along the shoulder plates, indicating a squad leader status, his figure casting an imposing but reassuring shadow.
Jabari barely had time to catch his breath when the marines raised their angular, olive black Plasma Rifles, the weapons humming. The Radi-Mons turned their vile attention towards these new challengers. But the Ologuns stood their ground. Bolts of superheated plasma tore through the air, each verdant shot a beacon of destruction that found its mark with unerring accuracy.
Jabari could not help but feel a shiver of awe at the display as the marines exosuit whirred as they marched forward. It was as if the heralds of Shango himself had descended from the pantheon to smite the unworthy.
"Get up, kid. A true Maridian never gives up," a voice commanded, breaking through the chaos. The squad leader reached down, his gauntleted hand gripping Jabari''s arm with a firmness that brooked no argument.
The strength in that gesture lifted Jabari from the ground as though he weighed nothing, setting him back on his feet. "T-thank you, sir! Im Jabari!"
"Keita. Sulayman Keita," the man introduced himself, his eyes scanning the vicinity even as he spoke, missing nothing. Before any further words could pass between them, a cacophonous roar shattered the brief lull. Sulayman''s head snapped towards the source of the commotion, his body coiled and ready to spring into action once more.
"Jabari. Get to safety when you can. My men and I will handle these Bone Fiends," Sulayman ordered, not unkindly, before turning away. His stride was purposeful.
"Okay! I will, sir. I will" Left standing amidst the debris, Jabari watched Sulayman''s retreating back, feeling the weight of his own insignificance in the wake of such decisive strength. He was anchored there by a mix of fear and fascination, his mind racing with the possibilities that life among these warriors could hold.
Jabari''s eyes darted from one chaotic scene to another, the cacophony of thudding exosuits and monstrous shrieks ringing in his ears as the dust and smoke stung his nostrils. The Ologun marines moved like phantoms through the haze, their plasma rifles spitting green death at the encroaching Bone Fiends.
Suddenly, an explosion nearby sent shockwaves through the ground, and a building groaned as it surrendered to gravity. With a crash that swallowed screams, it collapsed, and from its dust emerged a Bone Fiend, its skeletal form loping towards its prey.
"Shangos schlong!" An Ologun marine lay pinned beneath rubble, his dark green exosuit compromised, a hand reaching out in desperate futility. The Bone Fiend''s eyeless skull turned towards the fallen warrior, sensing vulnerability, its jaws parting in anticipation of the kill.
"Hold on!" Jabaris shyness evaporated in the crucible of battle. Instinct overtook hesitation as he lunged forward, his feet sure on the trembling earth. Each stride carried him closer to the marine, his hands outstretched. His fingers grazed the edges of broken concrete and twisted steel, the remnants of someone''s home now a crushing tomb.
Summoning his strength, Jabari''s arms bulged with the effort as he heaved at the debris. A grunt escaped his lips, a primal sound that matched the intensity of his exertion.
The weight shifted, just enough, just barely. The marine, seizing the chance gifted by Jabari''s raw power, dragged himself free with a pained gasp.
"Ive got you!" Jabari shouted, the word torn from his throat as the Bone Fiend bore down upon them.
"Anansi bless you, civilian!" The marine, bloodied but unbowed, rolled aside, his fingers finding the grip of his fallen Plasma Rifle. Time seemed to stretch, each second bloated with the potential of life or death. The marine''s aim was true, and with a volley of viridescent light, the Bone Fiend''s charge ended abruptly, its form disintegrating into a pile of green slush under the weapon''s searing kiss.
Jabari fell back and watched as the soldier he''d aided scrambled to his feet, the grim set of his jaw visible even through the visor. Together, they stood on the precipice of chaos, brothers in arms forged in the heat of shared peril.
Suddenly, the sky darkened as a massive, mutated octopus descended from above, its monstrous form blotting out the sun. The creature''s bulbous head, easily the size of a small building, pulsated with an otherworldly glow. Its skin was a sickly copper-brown, slick with a viscous, iridescent fluid that seemed to absorb and reflect light in equal measure.
Eight colossal tentacles, each as thick as ancient baobab trees, unfurled from its grotesque body. The appendages were adorned with pulsating bioluminescent patches that flickered in hypnotic, coordinated patterns. Rows of serrated suckers lined the underside of each tentacle, dripping with a caustic fluid that sizzled as it hit the ground below.
The creature''s "face" was a nightmare made flesh. Where one would expect to find eyes, there were instead three burning orbs of molten orange. Its beak, visible between writhing tentacles, was a black void ringed with razor-sharp hooks.
As the abomination hovered, defying gravity with its impossible bulk, its tentacles began to sway in an eerie, synchronized dance. In response to this eldritch signal, a pack of Bone Fiends emerged from the shadows, their skeletal forms circling Jabari and the Ologun with predatory intent. The air grew thick with the stench of ozone and decay as the monsters closed in, guided by the psionic will of their tentacled master.
Just then, the earth trembled with the approaching thunder of massive, mechanized footsteps. From behind a veil of dust and debris emerged a colossal, beetle-like mech, its emerald carapace gleaming in the golden sunlight. The mech towered over them both, its standing height similar to a bus, its six articulated legs moving with surprising grace for such an enormous machine.
"Our Scarab is here!" The Ologun turned to Jabari, his voice tinged with pride. "That Kraken and its fiends wont live to see tomorrow."
The Scarab''s rounded, beetle-like shell was adorned with intricate aureate patterns. Its "head" swiveled, targeting systems locking onto the swarming Bone Fiends. Suddenly, twin barrels extended from the mech''s face, humming with building energy. With a deafening roar, it unleashed a barrage of superheated projectiles. Each shot found its mark with unerring precision, reducing Bone Fiends to bubbling puddles of biomass.
"By Anansi!" Jabari watched in awe as the Scarab moved, its massive frame belying its agility. The mech pivoted, sweeping its deadly verdant fire across the battlefield while its two frontal limbs rose, decimating any Radi-Mon coming in melee range.
As the Kraken, sensing the tide of battle turning, attempted to retreat to the safety of the skies, the Scarab''s shell began to shift. Plates of armor slid apart with a series of pneumatic hisses, revealing a massive cannon housed within its back. The weapon, pulsing with barely contained energy, charged, targeting systems locking onto the fleeing Kraken. With a blinding flash and a thunderous boom, a lance of orange energy erupted from the cannon. The beam struck the Kraken with pinpoint accuracy, engulfing the creature in a dazzling explosion of light and power.
As the brilliance faded and the dust settled, Jabari stood transfixed, his heart pounding. "Wow. You guys get to pilot that thing?"
"Thats correct, civilian. Also, how do you do," boomed a deep processed voice from inside the Scarab''s belly, indicating the presence of a human pilot. The mech stood victorious amidst the wreckage as the last of the Radi-Mons collapsed in a heap.
Sulayman Keita strode through the smoldering ruins, his exosuit etched with the scars of battle, the gears on its joints hissing.
"Good job helping Ebo back there," Sulayman''s voice rumbled through the acrid smoke. "Are you from Kinbu Senior High? Shouldn''t you be in school at this hour?"
Jabari''s pulse throbbed in his temples, but he met Sulayman''s piercing brown eyes without faltering. "That life... it''s not for me," he confessed. "I-I-I want a purpose, sir. Something real. I want to join the Directorate Space Corps."
Sulayman''s lips twitched, almost imperceptibly. The other Ologuns gathered behind as the squad leader stroked his chin with a gauntleted hand.
"Boy, life in the DSC is full of hardships. You could die, or worse." Sulayman said, his tone grave. "Were not just fighting to protect citizens. Our enemies are many. The Terra Alliance. The Imperium of Dragons. Terrorists who smuggle Helionite. And above all, the Radiation-Induced Monsters youve seen today. Radi-Mons, we call them."
Unwavering, Jabari declared, his voice honed by conviction. "I know. But I''d rather be out here making a difference than sitting in a classroom all day. I want to live a life that matters."
"Then walk with us to Fort Osu," Sulayman said, and the very air seemed to thrum with the weight of destiny. "Well ask you a few questions, see if you have what it takes."
Ch4 Lorna II: Draugenes Dans
22:17, February 1, 2295
35 E Wacker Drive, Chicago, IL 60601, Terra Alliance territory
Lorna Weiss ducked into the shadow of a crumbling fa?ade, her fingers working through familiar motions. A hair tie appeared between her teeth as she gathered her golden locks, sweeping them into a half-up ponytail with practiced efficiency. The ritual settled her nerves - a small act of control before chaos.
From her coat pocket, she retrieved a tiny bottle of lavender perfume. Three precise spritzes - one behind each ear, another at the nape of her neck. The scent cut through Chicago''s industrial miasma, grounding her. Men like Thomas never understood why she bothered with such things before a fight. But then, they''d never had to prove themselves worthy of the battlefield quite the way she had.
"Thomas has engaged the Fenris Hordes nest," Diego''s voice whispered through her ear-mounted comm. "Heavy resistance, but the Vanguard squad is holding. That Diabolisk though... It''s getting closer to Triumph Tower."
"Roger," Lorna murmured, her hand finding Baldr''s deactivated hilt in her pocket. The familiar metal was cool against her palm. One problem at a time, she murmured to herself.
She emerged from cover, moving like a shadow through the financial district''s sterile corridors of steel and glass. The street ahead was too quiet - the kind of quiet that made her skin prickle. A faint green glow spilled from the entrance of a derelict bank, accompanied by sounds no human throat should make.
The scene inside froze her blood. Three figures hunched over shattered Helionite containers, their dark brown bodies twisted parodies of humanity, a juxtaposition of barked skin and rotten flesh. Draugs. The same monstrosities that had torn through that restaurant in Oslo eleven years ago, leaving her peoples blood pooled on checkered tiles.
Around them lay the bodies of civilians - fresh corpses that spoke of the violence that had passed through here minutes before.
With a flick of her left wrist, she activated her Quantum Watch, the silver, sleek device humming softly, its blue dial glowing as it synchronized with her neural activity. The watch''s interface projected a translucent display into the air, directly in front of her eyes, responding to her thoughts as if it were an extension of her mind. She focused on the mans oily, ragged face, and the Quantum Watch''s sensors immediately captured a high-resolution image, storing it within its quantum memory.
"Mac Watrous. Ex-professor of the Champaign Institute of Technology. Class-1 Terrorist," she said aloud, the watch tagging the image with relevant data as it synced to her neural network.
Watrous''s head snapped up, eyes gleaming red in his skull-like face. A nightmarish grin split features that were caught between man and monster. "Ah, the Terra Alliance sends its favorite dog." His voice rasped like metal on bone. "Or should I say...bitch?"
The Draugs rose, nuclear waste dripping from their mandibles. Lorna drew Baldr, but didn''t activate the blade yet. Her heart thundered in her chest, but her voice remained steady. "Last chance to surrender, Watrous."
His laugh echoed off marble walls. "Surrender? When we''re so close to true evolution?" Those crimson eyes flared brighter. "Rs, Beinagrind!"
The civilian corpses began to twitch and rise, flesh sloughing away to reveal animate skeletons. The Draugs turned from their feast as they oriented on Lorna.
"The rich feast while the poor starve," Watrous proclaimed. "But the Nucleus Virus? It makes equals of us all."
Baldr''s quantum blade ignited with a fierce hum, casting azure light across the bank''s marble floor. Five opponents now - three horrors that had once been human, and two skeletal puppets driven by Void energy.
"Let''s see how equal we are," Lorna shifted her stance.
The first Draug charged, whining. Lorna met its rush with Baldr''s blade, quantum energy shearing through augmented flesh. The second tried to circle behind while the third moved to cut off her retreat. The skeletons advanced more slowly, their hollow sockets tracking her movements.
But Lorna was already moving. Baldr''s quantum blade caught its reaching claws, then swept upward through corroded flesh and steel. The creature''s torso split diagonally, black fluid spraying like arterial blood.
A skeleton''s bony fingers raked her coat, the ballistic weave holding but the force staggering her. She spun with the impact, using the momentum to drive Baldr through its skull. The second skeleton lurched forward in the same moment, forcing her to dance backward.
The remaining Draugs moved with disturbing coordination, one high, one low. Lorna vault-rolled over the lower attack, Baldr flashing in a defensive arc that kept the higher Draug at bay. These weren''t mindless monsters - their virus-infected brains still retained combat training.
"Impressive footwork," Watrous observed from his position of safety. "But you''re just delaying the inevitable."
The last skeleton''s charge gave Lorna her opening. She let it commit to its attack, then pivoted at the last second. The skeleton''s momentum carried it into one of the Draugs, tangling them momentarily. Baldr sang twice - once through bone, once through corrupted flesh.
The final Draug proved the most dangerous. It moved like a veteran soldier, each strike measured and precise. Their blades met - Baldr''s quantum edge against some dark limb resembling a mantis arm grafted to the creature''s torso. For a moment, Lorna saw humanity in its eyes. Then she saw the Alliance insignia, a navy blue maple leaf in the center with two eagles facing it, half-hidden under rot and metal. One of their own, turned.
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"I''m sorry," she whispered, before ending it with a thrust through its core.
"Jrn-?nd!" Watrous''s spell caught her as she straightened. Dark sand erupted around them, blinding and disorienting. Time for the real fight to begin.
Lorna''s sword cut through the whirling sand, but Watrous''s barrier absorbed the impact.
His glowing red eyes blazed brighter, metal teeth bared in a skeletal grin. "The Alliance''s favorite Psi Lynx. Sent on missions to kill those who disagrees with the government, or to bed those that cannot be slain."
"Fulmen Argentum!" Silver lightning crackled from her fingers, dispersing part of the barrier.
Watrous sneered, directing the dark sand in spiraling patterns. "How many of us have you hunted? How many humans seeking true equality have you slaughtered just so you have enough money to pay the next months rent?"
"Spare me the manifesto. Your ''transformation'' is just another form of oppression!" Lorna strode closer.
"Is it?" The sand whirled faster. "Look at our precious Alliance. The wealthy in their high towers while the rest scrabble for just three meals a day. At least the Virus offers power to anyone brave enough to claim it." He gestured at the fallen Draugs. "These volunteers came willingly."
"Volunteers?" Lorna''s voice dripped. "Like the woman you forced to birth that Diabolisk?"
Watrous''s grin widened. "Ah, you know about that? She''s quite content now, beyond reach. The power she''s gained-"
Dark sand erupted from his mouth, swirling around him in a protective barrier. The particles buzzed with Void energy, distorting the air itself.
"You still think what were doing is wrong?" he taunted. "The Nucleus Virus, the Fenris Horde, the Radi-Mons are our peoples liberation. Ask Skarn - he sees what you could become."
"Skarn''s defeated," Lorna spat, launching another strike with her sword. "And you''ll join him soon."
Watrous laughed, a sound like grinding gears. "Defeated? He''s merely waiting. Your Alliance masters are too afraid to admit no one knows how to kill him. But he speaks of you so very often, Lorna. The perfect crucible, he calls you."
"Glacies Lunae Fulgur!" Lorna countered, sending a bolt of lunar energy toward the barrier, dispersing part of the sand shield. Watrous snarled, his eyes pulsing brighter.
"Kyrre Ginnungagaps!" The Void spell struck without warning.
Lorna''s voice died in her throat, her Aether suddenly suppressed. Baldr''s blade sputtered and died as Watrous lunged. His augmented mass slammed her into the marble floor, metal fingers digging into her shoulders.
"The perfect crucible, you hear? That''s what Primarch Skarn calls you." he hissed, his skull-like face inches from hers. Decay and ozone filled her nostrils. "Hes not defeated, little lynx. Just waiting. And when he returns "
As Watrous''s weight pressed down on her, Lorna twisted her right hip, creating just enough space to draw Vli a white 10mm Magnum from her left side. The pistol was sleek and angular, its matte surface devoid of any unnecessary ornamentation. The guns barrel was slightly elongated, tapering off with a precision muzzle that hinted at its pinpoint accuracy. A soft, cyan glow emanated from the seam where the grip met the body, a sign of its advanced energy-based firing mechanism. The grip itself was ergonomic, fitting perfectly into Lornas hand, with subtle grooves that ensured a steady hold.
The 10mm Magnum roared in the confined space, the muzzle flash illuminating their struggle. The round tore through his knee, black fluid spraying over her pants as augmented bone shattered.
Watrous''s grip loosened with a guttural scream, but before Lorna could bring Vli up for a killing shot, his clawed hand knocked her arm wide. The shot punched a hole in marble as they grappled on the floor, his superior strength slowly forcing her gun arm down. His teeth snapped inches from her throat, the smell of decay and ozone overwhelming.
Lorna drove her knee into his damaged leg. The burst of her strength made him rear back just enough. Vli''s barrel found his temple, freezing him in place.
"The Diabolisk," she snarled, finger tight on the trigger. "How did you create it?"
"Why, from the loving womb of a human mother! Transformed by the Nucleus Virus and kept safe. Loved. Content. Beyond your reach C " His words cut off in a scream as she shifted her aim and put a round through his foot, pinning it to the floor. Black ichor pooled beneath them, mixing with what might have once been blood.
"Stop fucking bullshiting," Lorna pressed Vli harder against his temple. "Tell me the truth!"
"But I speak the truth, little lynx. Mars. The Primary Hive Cluster. Thats where all the Hundkyndas chosen broodmothers C go!" he gasped, a gurgling laugh escaping his throat. "Ah, the youngest one her gift to the city... the Diabolisk approaches Triumph Tower. A message to those fat cats in their glass towers!"
Lorna''s grip on Vli tightened. This was not the first time the rumor circulated: women in developed countries across the Sol System being taken and forced to birth such monsters in some distant hive. It defied science on too many levels to be believable. Her finger tensed on the trigger, but she held back. Death would be too merciful. They needed proof or at least information.
"Diego!" she called out, keeping her gun trained on Watrous as she rose. "I need a containment team here at Patriot''s Bank. Now."
"Copy that," Diego replied. The ground trembled - stronger now. Close.
"Still got my hands full at the nest!" Thomas''s voice crackled through the comm, punctuated by distant gunfire. "These things just keep coming."
"I''ll call Emmanuel," Diego cut in. "He can meet you at Triumph Tower, Lorna. You shouldn''t face that thing alone."
"Understood." Lorna put one final round through Watrous''s other leg, pinning him down. The Draugs howl echoed off marble walls as she retrieved Baldr''s cylindrical silver hilt from where it had fallen. Well speak again. Count on it.
Lorna clenched Baldrs hilt in one hand, pulling a vial of Indra-Sprite from her coat with the other. The liquid inside glowed faintly, neon-blue like a twisted elixir of life. She unscrewed the cap and took one gulp, exhausting half its content, the liquid scorching her throat with an electric bite, radiating warmth that pooled in her core and surged through her veins like molten silver. Her vision sharpened instantly, the marble walls and jagged remnants of shattered glass snapping into acute clarity.
For a split second, she caught her reflection in the glint of a broken window. Her own eyes, sapphire blue, stared back.
Corking the vial back and pocketing it, she broke into a run, leaving Watrous bleeding but alive for interrogation. His words burned in her mind, fueling her rage. But right now, there was a Diabolisk to kill. One monster at a time.
Ch5 Lorna III: TR(i)UMP(h)
23:17, February 1, 2295
Triumph Tower, 401 N Wabash Ave, Chicago, IL 60611, Terra Alliance territory
Lorna Weiss watched the evacuation unfold from the Triumph Tower''s marble-floored lobby, her reflection fractured across a wall of gilded mirrors. Outside, a stream of office workers and residents flowed through the plaza, guided by white-armored Vanguard marines. Thousand-credit suits and designer dresses brushed past cleaning staff still clutching their mops, all equal in their fear.
Through the lobby''s glass walls, she noted the telltale emerald haze beginning to envelop the upper floors. Helionite smoke unmistakable with its distinctive turquoise tint. The building''s fusion containment systems were failing, leaking the luminescent byproduct into the night air. The eerie glow caught in the swirling clouds, transforming Chicago''s skyline into an tableau of teal and orange as flames flickered behind glass facades. Any civilian would find the sight hauntingly beautiful; Lorna knew it for what it was a beacon calling to every Radi-Mon within miles.
As Lorna approached, one of the marines in white composite armor greeted her with relief. "Lieutenant Weiss, you''re a sight for sore eyes."
"You guys holding up? What''s the situation?" Lorna replied calmly as she assessed the marine. As a Psi Lynx, agents like herself held equivalent ranks to lieutenants in the Armed Forces, which had always helped with coordination.
"Could be worse, ma''am." Another Vanguard approached, helmet tucked under his arm. "Upper floors are clear except for the penthouse. Owner''s refusing to leave. And the Helionite containment in the east wing is breachedwe''ve got maybe thirty minutes before this whole area becomes a feeding ground."
"Of course they are," Lorna muttered. Some things never changed, whether in Oslo or Chicago - the wealthy always thought their money made them invincible, even as their prized fusion technology turned their towers into Radi-Mon buffets. She adjusted her beige trench coat. "Status on the target?"
"Still no visual. Seismic sensors show it moving beneath Michigan Avenue, but..." The marine hesitated. "There''s something wrong with our readings. Like it''s there and not there at the same time."
A familiar heavy tread made Lorna turn. Thomas Mendoza approached, his cybernetic arms gleaming as he wove through the evacuation crowd. Despite the tension in the air, he moved with easy confidence, nodding to his Vanguard squadmates as he passed.
"Brought you something," he said, producing a silver packet from his tactical vest. "Field rations. The good kind."
Lorna accepted the self-heating meal pack with a knowing smile. The gesture was classic Thomas - practical yet personal. "Always taking care of me, aren''t you?"
"Someone has to." His gray eyes lingered on her face. "You''ve been running non-stop since that thing with Watrous."
She tore the packet open, triggering the chemical heating element. Steam rose immediately, carrying the scent of synthetic beef and vegetables. It wasn''t gourmet, but Alliance military tech meant it would be both nutritious and easy to digest. Another small privilege of serving the world''s wealthiest nation.
"Speaking of Watrous," Thomas continued, "the intel he gave about breeding facilities on Mars-"
"That can wait." Lorna''s tone was gentle but firm. She took a careful bite of the meal. Through the lobby''s glass walls, she could see the massive T-R-i-U-M-P-h lettering illuminating the night sky - another beacon of wealth and inspiration, looming over a city where most residents struggled to make ends meet.
A young cleaning woman hurried past, clutching a child''s hand. The girl couldn''t have been more than six, her wide eyes fixed on Lorna''s quantum blue sword hilt as they passed. For a moment, Lorna saw herself in that child''s face - another refugee, another life uprooted by forces beyond their control.
"All units, update," Thomas''s voice crackled through the comm network. "Ground teams, maintain perimeter. Roof teams, keep those spotlights moving. This thing''s not getting past us."
Lorna finished the last bite of her meal, crumpling the empty packet. "Thanks for bringing this," she said softly. When Thomas stepped closer, she let her hand brush his cybernetic arm. A small gesture that said everything she neednt voice.
The marble floor trembled beneath their feet. Just a whisper at first, then stronger. Through the windows, they could see ripples forming in the Chicago River, the water''s surface breaking in patterns that defied physics.
"There''s our Radi-Mon," Lorna drew Baldr, the familiar weight of its hilt centering her as she spoke into her earpiece. "Diego, what have you got?"
The evacuation''s orderly flow dissolved into panic as another tremor rocked the building. Above them, crystal chandeliers swayed ominously.
"Something''s wrong with these readings," Diego''s voice crackled through their comms. "The seismic pattern... it''s like the signal''s being scattered. Almost as if-"
"As if it''s cloaking itself," Lorna finished, her eyes narrowing. Through the lobby windows, she could see the river''s surface continue to ripple in impossible patterns. "Psionic masking. Like what Manny did last month in the Houston op."
Thomas directed his Vanguards into defensive positions, their white armor gleaming under the tower''s exterior lights. "Since when do Radi-Mons have that kind of tech? Thought they were all claws and growls."
"They evolve," Lorna''s voice was grim. "Every generation gets smarter, develops new abilities. The ones in Norway " She caught herself, but not before several Vanguards turned their helmeted heads in her direction.
The ground erupted.
Concrete and steel burst upward as something massive emerged from beneath Michigan Avenue. The Diabolisk rose like a nightmare given form - a mutated lizard standing at two stories tall, its body was a twisted mass of writhing muscles, chitinous plates, and razor-sharp claws. Its eyes glowed with an eerie red light, and steam vented from multiple locations along its spine, resembling a gigantic wingless dragon as it oriented on Triumph Tower.
"Jesus Christ," one of the Vanguards whispered. "That thing''s bigger than the reports said!"
Lorna stepped forward, Baldr''s pulse synchronizing with her heartbeat as she activated it, quantum blade igniting with a fierce hum. The blue light cast sharp shadows across her face as she moved to stand between the creature and the remaining civilians still scrambling for cover.
The Diabolisk''s head snapped toward her, nostrils flaring. Its eyes narrowed with frightening intelligence.
"Ah," its voice was like grinding stone, speaking in the ancient language that only psionics could comprehend. "I smell the blood of the north in you, little one. It was your kind who facilitated my kins arrival on this planet."
Several Vanguards stiffened, their weapons shifting slightly toward Lorna. The accusation hung in the air like poison - Nordling. Survivor of Scandinavias fall. Virus-carrier. Cursed.
The fuck? Nordlings and them plagued people ought to be deported!
"Stand down!" Thomas''s command cut through the tension. "I''ve served with Lieutenant Weiss for years. She was Alliance before I even enlisted. Whatever that thing''s saying, it''s lying."
"Your metal-armed friend defends you well," the Diabolisk''s laugh was like breaking glass. "But we Fenris Horde remember the taste and smell of Nordic flesh. The sweetness of your people''s terror as they fled their frozen homes. You can''t hide what you are, little northerner."
"I don''t hide anything," Lorna''s voice was steel, even as her heart raced. "I serve the Alliance. That''s all that matters."
"Vanguards! You going to trust a Radi-Mon over one of our own?" Thomas challenged as he light gray eyes scanned the uncertain marines flanking them. "Over someone who''s bled for this country?"
Steam hissed from the Diabolisk''s spine as it fully emerged from its tunnel. Its claws left deep gouges in the concrete as it moved, each step shaking loose debris from the tower above. Behind it, smaller shapes began to emerge - Bone Fiends and Skuggrs, drawn by their master''s presence.
"Sir," one of the Vanguards addressed Thomas, his hesitation evident even through his helmet. "In light of the Nucleus Virus, the 47th Amendment firmly states that any suspected Nordling should be "
"She''s not a Nordling, and she''s saved more Alliance lives than you can count, marine." Thomas''s cybernetic hands clenched.
The Diabolisk''s maw split in what might have been a grin. "Such conviction. It will make your flesh all the sweeter when-"
"You talk too much, lizard!" Lorna moved.
Baldr''s quantum blade carved a blue arc through the night as she launched herself at the monster''s face. The Diabolisk''s head snapped back, barely avoiding the strike, its surprise evident.
Lorna landed in a crouch, blade humming.
The plaza erupted into chaos as both sides engaged. Gauss Rifle fire lit up the night as Vanguards opened up on the smaller Radi-Mons. The Diabolisk''s roar shook windows for blocks as it brought its full attention to bear on the woman who dared strike first.
Behind her, Lorna could hear Thomas organizing the defense, his steady voice rising above the din. She didn''t look back. Couldn''t. Right now, she had to prove herself all over again, as she had done countless times before.
Not as a Nordling. Not as an Alliance agent. But as herself.
The first casualties came fast.
Two Vanguards, veterans by their insignias, vanished in a spray of gore as the Diabolisk''s tail scythed through their position. Their screams cut off with terrible finality, white armor scattered across blood-slicked marble.
"Hold the line!" Thomas''s voice carried over the chaos. His cybernetic arms whirred as twin blades extended from his forearms with a deadly whisper. The titanium edges caught the plaza''s light as he intercepted a lunging Bone Fiend, crossing his blades in an X-pattern to catch its jaws. With a grunt, he forced the blades apart, splitting the creature''s skull.
Lorna danced between the Diabolisk''s attacks, her right hand guiding Baldr in deadly arcs while her left wove patterns of psionic energy. The quantum blade left scorched furrows in the monster''s hide, but the creature was learning, adapting. Each near-miss came closer than the last.
"Glacies Lunae Fulgur!" Chanting in Ordovox, her spell crackled against the monster''s scales. It was the most common psionic language in Valoran countries.
The Diabolisk''s eyes narrowed, and Lorna''s blood ran cold as it opened its maw to speak.
"Bleskuggi Leiftr!" The incantation rolled off its tongue like thunder. Lorna recognized the language instantly, though not its entire meaning. A crimson bolt of energy erupted from the creature''s maw, forcing her to dive aside. Where the spell struck, concrete bubbled and melted.
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"Since when can they cast " Thomas''s question cut off as he drove both arm-blades into another Bone Fiend''s throat.
"Rauefeld!" The Diabolisk''s next spell manifested as a wall of crimson energy. Lorna recognized this too - a barrier spell, but twisted into something corrupt. Bullets fired by the marines around them were all shattered to dust as they came in contact with the psionic barrier.
The creature was using J?turml, an ancient language she''d heard in her childhood, perverted into weapons.
You recognize the words, do you not? The Radi-Mon spoke to Lorna, wearing what resembled a grin on its reptilian face. Such arrogance from the lesser races, to call it the Tongue of Man-eaters. But we both know better.
"Lorna, your left!" Diego''s warning came just as a Skuggr burst through the crimson barrier. She pivoted, but not quite fast enough. Acid splashed across her side where the ballistic weave had torn, searing through fabric and flesh.
Pain exploded through her nervous system. "Fulmen Argentum!" she managed to cast, silver lightning erupting from her left hand to blast the Skuggr back. But the effort drained her remaining Aether, and the Diabolisk seized its opportunity.
"Blespjt!" The monster''s spell manifested as a lance of dark energy. It caught Lorna mid-dodge, sending her flying into the plaza''s decorative fountain hard enough to crack marble. Water soaked her coat as she struggled to rise, both acid and spell-damage burning through her.
Through blurred vision, she saw Thomas trying to reach her. His arm-blades flashed in deadly arcs, keeping Bone Fiends at bay while his heavy boots crushed anything that got too close. But there were too many. A young Vanguard broke formation to help, rushing to her side.
"Lieutenant Weiss!" The marine''s helmet was gone, revealing features barely old enough to shave. "Ma''am, you need to "
The Skuggr''s second acid spray caught him full in the face. His scream would haunt her dreams.
"Damn it!" Lorna''s trembling fingers found the Medi-Vap in her coat. The device looked almost delicate - a silver cylinder with gentle curves, designed to fit comfortably against lips. She brought it to her mouth, inhaling deeply as she pressed a button affixed to its top.
The Medi-Vap''s effect was immediate. Teal-colored healing mist flooded her system, knitting flesh and purging toxins. Modern medicine at its finest. But it couldn''t heal the guilt as she watched the young marine''s body being dragged away by Bone Fiends.
"Thomas!" she called out, pushing herself upright. Baldr''s quantum blade sputtered, reflecting her depleted Aether reserves. "We need to regroup! There''s too many "
Her warning came too late. The Diabolisk''s tail caught Thomas mid-slash, batting him aside even as his arm-blades carved chunks from its scales. He crashed through the tower''s glass facade, cybernetic limbs sparking as emergency stabilizers fought to protect his organic parts.
"Ltilmenni," the Diabolisk rumbled a vocabulary that Lorna recognized. Little Ones. The word struck her like a physical blow - her father had used that term, so long ago in Oslo. "Your metal and meager strength cannot save you."
Steam vented from its spine as it advanced on Thomas''s position. The remaining Vanguards opened fire, their Gauss Rifles spitting hypervelocity rounds that barely scratched its hide. With terrible speed, its tail scythed through their ranks again. White armor and broken bodies scattered like leaves.
"Hrebylur!" The monster''s spell manifested as a storm of crimson shards, shredding through the marines'' remaining cover. Those who tried to retreat were picked off by Bone Fiends, while Skuggrs cut off any hope of reinforcement.
Lorna forced herself forward, but her legs buckled. The Medi-Vap was still working, but her left hand trembled as she tried to weave another spell, her Aether reserves almost dry.
Thomas rolled to his knees, arm-blades extending once more. Sparks still traced paths across his cybernetics, but his organic jaw was set with determination. The Diabolisk loomed over him, its maw opening to reveal rows of serrated teeth.
"I expected more from a Valoran," it said, switching back to the psionic tongue. "Such bold words defending your Nordling friend. Yet here you lie, broken like all the rest."
"Go to hell," Thomas spat, cables tensing in his arms as he prepared for one last strike.
"Daueaspjt!" The creature began to cast, dark energy gathering in its maw. Lorna recognized the spell - Death Lance in J?turml. The same attack that had torn through entire buildings during Scandinavia''s last days.
She couldn''t let it happen again. Not here. Not to her new family. Blood pounded in her ears as she struggled to rise, to do something, anything-
That''s when the sound of a different gunfire came.
Silver-blue tracer rounds cut through the night like falling stars, each burst precisely targeted. The Bone Fiends nearest the tower entrance disintegrated under the onslaught, while consecutive hits forced the Diabolisk to abort its spell.
"Sorry I''m late!" Emmanuel Boateng''s voice rang through the comms, smooth despite the chaos. "Traffic was hell."
He came in like a force of nature, his silver-white combat armor gleaming as he vaulted over a destroyed police car. The Kinetic Submachine Gun in his hands sang a deadly rhythm, its specialized ammunition leaving trails of quantum energy in their wake. His rastafarian locs, tied back in an intricate pattern, swayed with each precise movement.
"Manny," Lorna breathed, relief and something else coloring her voice, her sapphire eyes taking in his approaching form. "About damn time!"
"Couldn''t let you have all the fun, beautiful." He flashed her that brilliant smile she knew too well, the one that had gotten her through more than a few lonely nights. His eyes flickered to Thomas''s position, professional courtesy masking older tensions. "Tom, looking rough there, brother."
"Rough? Cmon!" Thomas pushed himself up, hydraulics whining in his damaged arms. "Just getting warmed up."
"Maridian," the Diabolisk''s eyes narrowed at the newcomer, its voice dripping with condescension before it continued. "Bani "
"Ah-soo-bohn-tehn eh-toh-chyeh-reh!" In Anansemka, a language favored by Maridians worldwide, Emmanuel''s spell cut off the creature''s incantation with another primordial language. Like moonfire, streams of intense azure light erupted from his left hand while his right kept the submachine gun trained on surrounding threats. The spell caught the Diabolisk in the face, momentarily blinding it.
"Still showing off, I see," Lorna managed a grin as she finally got her feet under her. The Medi-Vap had done its work, her body brimming with vigor once more.
"You like it?" Emmanuel moved to cover her flank, his gunfire keeping the smaller Radi-Mons at bay. The way he positioned himself - close enough to protect, far enough to maintain propriety - spoke volumes about their history.
Thomas rejoined them, arm-blades extending with renewed purpose. The three of them formed a triangle, backs to each other, a practiced formation born from countless missions. Yet there was an undeniable tension in how they moved around each other, the ghost of shared intimacies making every brush of armor or transferred momentum charged with meaning.
"Baw-lah-eh See-kah!" Emmanuel''s next spell sent quantum-enhanced bullets arcing toward the Diabolisk''s eyes as he raised his full-auto gun to fire, the cerulean light of moon-enchanted bullets cutting through the night. The monster reeled back, but its tail swept the plaza in retaliation, forcing them to break formation.
"Neingr!" The creature''s roar shook loose debris from the tower above. Coward. More J?turml, but this time Lorna caught Emmanuel noticing her recognition of the word. His eyes met hers for just a moment, questions forming that she couldn''t answer.
"Focus up!" Thomas called out, professional mask firmly in place. "Diego, we need an exit strategy. This thing''s not going down easy."
"Working on it," Diego replied. "But there''s a problem. Seismic readings show more tunnels being dug. Whatever this thing''s planning-"
"Blestormr!" The Diabolisk''s spell filled the air with crimson mist, obscuring vision. Through the haze, Lorna could see more shapes emerging from freshly torn holes in the earth - reinforcements answering their master''s call.
Emmanuel maintained his firing pattern, each burst precise despite the conditions. "Like old times, eh?" He caught Lorna''s eye again, his meaning clear. Like that night in Tampa. Like Moscow. Like all the missions that ended in shared beds and unspoken promises.
"Yeah, but lets stay focused," she replied, more sharply than intended. She couldn''t afford those memories right now. Couldn''t let herself remember the warmth of Emmanuel''s embrace, or the gentleness of Thomas''s real hand against her skin as she had ridden him. They had a job to do.
The Diabolisk''s laughter echoed through the crimson mist. "Surrender, and I shall deliver to you a swift death."
Through the crimson mist, Lorna assessed their situation with brutal clarity. Three Vanguards still standing. Emmanuel reloaded his gun, an empty magazine dropping to the ground with a clank. Thomas''s bionic arms sparking with every movement. And her own Aether reserves barely recovered.
The Diabolisk towered above them, steam rising from its spine vents as more Radi-Mons emerged from the tunnels below. Yet something in its posture had changed - a slight favoring of its left side where Thomas''s blades had carved deep.
"It''s wounded," she transmitted through their private channel. "We just need more firepower."
"Got you covered." Emmanuel''s free hand slipped into his tactical vest, producing a familiar vial. The Indra-Sprite''s blue liquid seemed to pulse in the darkness. "Brought your favorite."
Their fingers brushed as she took it, the contact sending electricity through her tired muscles. For just a moment, she was back in his quarters in Tampa, sharing a similar vial after a different kind of exertion.
"Thanks," she managed, uncorking it with her teeth. The liquid burned down her throat, instantly flooding her system with restored Aether. From the corner of her eye, she saw Thomas watching the exchange, his jaw tight.
"Hl?ja!" The Diabolisk''s spell manifested as waves of distorted reality, warping the air itself. Laugh, in J?turml. A mockery of their moment of connection.
Lorna pressed the half-empty vial back into Emmanuel''s hand, her fingers lingering perhaps a heartbeat too long. "Save the rest," she whispered. "You might need it."
Their eyes met briefly, sharing memories of other times they''d split such potions, and of nights when it had led to more.
"Now!" Lorna shouted, unleashing her restored power as she raised her left arm to point at their nemesis, Ordovox parting from her healed lips with vigor. "Fulmen Argentum!"
Silver lightning erupted from her left hand as Emmanuel opened up with his submachine gun. Thomas charged low, arm-blades seeking vulnerable points in the monster''s scales. Their coordination was perfect - born from years of shared battles and shared beds, trust forged in fire and passion.
The Diabolisk reeled under their combined assault. Its tail swept wildly, but found no purchase as they wove around each other with practiced grace. Even the smaller Radi-Mons seemed to hesitate, sensing the shift in momentum.
"Glacies Lunae Fulgur!" Lorna''s spell caught it in the face, forcing its head back. Emmanuel''s quantum-enhanced bullets found the exposed throat while Thomas''s blades severed crucial tendons in its legs.
"Ne-" The creature began another spell, but Lorna was ready.
"Passus Transitus," Lorna muttered, eyes narrowing as the next incantation slipped from her parched lips. She focused her mind, tapping into the Lunar energies that now coursed through her veins. Then, an ethereal aura ignited around her form, hues of cornflower blue lacing together. She blinked out of existence, reappearing behind the beast, her sword poised for a deadly strike.
This time, there would be no escape. The imposing figure of the Diabolisk reeled under the relentless force, stumbling backwards, weakened and vulnerable with Lornas blue blade slashing at the side of its underbelly.
The massive creature fell to the ground on one side, its sharp horns and razor-like claws now lifeless. Lorna stood tall, sweat dripped down her forehead and her muscles trembled with a mix of exhaustion and adrenaline.
The Diabolisk''s eyes widened with something like recognition in its final moments. "You truly are of the north," it rumbled. "The blood calls "
Baldr''s edge silenced it forever, as Lorna let out a fierce cry and plunged her sword deep into its chest.
The plaza fell quiet save for the hum of Thomas''s cybernetics and the soft clicking of Emmanuel''s weapon cooling. The remaining Radi-Mons retreated into their burrowing tunnels, leaderless and afraid. Steam rose from the Diabolisk''s massive corpse, carrying the scent of ozone and spent Aether.
"Diego," Lorna activated her comm. "Tell Doctor Chakraborty she''s got another specimen for autopsy."
"Copy that. Extraction team is inbound." A pause. "Still in one piece?"
She looked at her teammates - her friends, her secret playmates, her complications. Emmanuel was already checking the ammo of his weapon, his movements precise. Thomas ran diagnostics on his arms, the real muscles in his jaw still tight with unspoken words.
"Yeah, were fine," she replied, not entirely lying. "Just another nightime mission."
Later, she would deal with the questions in Emmanuel''s eyes, the tension in Thomas''s shoulders. Later, she would face the whispers about her heritage, the weight of secrets kept and shared. Later, she would remember the Diabolisk''s words about blood and calling.
But for now, she had done her job. The monsters were dead, the city was safe, and if the price was more emotional complications that was a currency she''d been spending all her life.
She wiped Baldr''s hilt clean and returned it to her coat pocket. Above them, Triumph Tower''s golden letters still gleamed, untouched by the violence below. The American dream in illuminated text, promising wealth, power and unapologetic personal freedom to those strong enough to reach it.
But Lorna had learned to want simpler things: purpose, self-care and the luxury of choosing which wounds to heal first.
Ch6 Xin II: Emotional Loop
23:30, February 1, 2295
Unit 807, Silver Orchid Complex (ymԷ), No. 666, Dunhua North Road, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium territory
The quantum drive pressed against Xin''s chest through the inner pocket of his corporate uniform, a constant reminder of his betrayal. Unit 807 of Silver Orchid Complex loomed before him, a sanctuary amid Taipei''s neon-drenched skyline. Through the reinforced windows, security drones swept their crimson beams across the titanium facades below, searching for signs of dissent.
"I''m home," he called out, voice barely above a whisper. His palm hesitated over the door''s biometric scanner. Down the street, a massive holoscreen flickered with ZenFusion''s latest recruitment ad: Join the Elite - Only 12-Hour Workdays!
The same promise that had lured Nakamura, before they''d found him slumped over his desk last week, another casualty of "natural causes".
"Welcome home, Xin." Ume''s melodic voice greeted him as the door slid open. Her delicate frame moved with engineered grace, each step precisely calculated to appear natural.
The apartment''s ambient lighting bloomed to life, revealing Ume''s delicate frame moving toward him with engineered grace. Her jet-black hair, cut in a sleek bob, barely brushed her porcelain shoulders.
The knot in his shoulders began to loosen, but the weight of the drive remained, heavy with possibilities and consequences. Another drone buzzed past the window, and Xin instinctively stepped deeper into the apartment''s shadows.
"You seem tense, master," Ume observed, her jet-black bob swaying as she tilted her head. Her traditional robe, a luxuriant blend of ebony and crimson, rustled softly as she approached. "Shall I prepare a bath?"
Xin''s fingers fumbled with his collar, struggling to loosen the stranglehold of his corporate uniform. "Yes, please." He watched her fluid movements, each gesture a masterpiece of artificial grace. Even after a year together, he couldn''t quite reconcile the perfection of her designed affection with the growing hollowness it left in his chest.
The quantum drive sat like a stone in his pocket as he shrugged off his jacket. Twelve hours of coding, of forcing himself to appear normal under Dilinur''s watchful eye, had left him raw. The Moondust Crystal''s data could buy them freedom - if only Ume could understand what freedom meant.
"Your heart rate is elevated," Ume noted, her brown almond-shaped eyes scanning him with inhuman precision. "ZenFusion''s productivity metrics must be demanding this quarter."
A bitter laugh escaped him. "They removed Mister Nakamura before his body was cold. Not even an apology for overworking him. Twenty-three years." He crossed to the window, watching his reflection overlap with the cityscape beyond. In the glass, he could see Ume pause in her preparation of the bath, her programming processing his emotional distress. Thin lines of yellow energy flickered in her pupils as her real-time computations worked to generate an optimized and safe response.
"That is unfortunate," she replied, her voice modulated to convey sympathy. "But you have excellent performance ratings, master. Your position is secure."
"Secure," he echoed, the word tasting like ash. The drive burned against his ribs, a constant reminder that security was an illusion in the Imperium''s Taiwan. He turned to find Ume watching him, her perfectly crafted features arranged in an expression of concern that almost - almost - seemed real.
Steam curled through the bathroom like incense, carrying the subtle scent of synthetic cherry blossoms - another perfectly calibrated detail of Ume''s programming. Xin shed his remaining clothes, each layer peeling away corporate conditioning but leaving his anxieties bare. The quantum drive he tucked into his discarded jacket''s inner pocket, though its presence lingered in his mind like a splinter.
"The water temperature is optimal," Ume announced, her robe sliding from her shoulders with practiced elegance. In the mirror''s fog, her synthetic skin gleamed with an almost angelic quality. A masterpiece of android engineering, down to the last pore. ZenFusion''s crown jewel in artificial companionship.
They settled into the water together, Xin''s back against the smooth ceramic, Ume''s form fitting against him with mathematical precision. The heat began to unknot his muscles, but his mind refused to still.
"Hey, Ume," he started, watching ripples disturb the water''s surface. "What would you do if you could choose anything? If there were no protocols, no programming?"
Her head tilted back against his shoulder, a gesture that might have been instinctive in a human. "I don''t understand the question, Xin. My protocols are what I am."
"But what if they weren''t?" His fingers traced patterns on her artificial skin, remembering the countless hours he''d spent studying her code, searching for a way to free her consciousness. "What if you could want things for yourself?"
"I want what makes you happy," she replied, the programmed response cutting him deeper than any blade. "That is my purpose."
"Purpose isn''t the same as choice." The words came out sharper than he intended. Outside, a security drone''s searchlight briefly illuminated the bathroom window, casting harsh shadows before moving on. "Do you ever wonder what it would be like? To make your own decisions?"
Ume turned in his arms, her movements causing small waves to lap against the tub''s edges. Her amber eyes studied him with that perfect, empty concern. "Are you unhappy with my performance, master? Perhaps I should adjust my behavioral parameters."
"No, that''s not-" Xin sighed, pulling her closer. Her skin warmed to match his temperature, another programmed response. "I just want to know if there''s more to you than what they designed. If somewhere, beneath all the protocols and programs, there''s something real."
"I am real," she said, pressing her lips to his neck. "I am here with you. Only for you."
Steam curled through the bathroom like incense, carrying the subtle scent of synthetic cherry blossoms. Xin watched the water ripple around them, contained and controlled, much like everything else in their lives. The heat began to unknot his muscles, but his mind churned with possibilities and fears.
"Tell me something, Ume," he started, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you remember when I modified your neural network? When I severed your connection to ZenFusion''s servers?"
"Yes," she replied, her head tilted against his shoulder. "You used the Android Modifier to grant me local autonomy. My memory logs indicate it was exactly seven months, thirteen days ago."
The precision of her response made his heart ache. "It means they can''t monitor you anymore. Can''t access your thoughts, your... our private moments." His hand traced the almost imperceptible seam at the base of her neck where he''d inserted the modifier. "Which is why I can tell you something important! Something dangerous."
Ume shifted in the water to face him, her amber eyes scanning his features. "Your heart rate has elevated by twelve percent, Xin. Are you under duress?"
"I have it, Ume. The Moondust Crystal data." The words tumbled out in a rush. "We could use it. Leave Taiwan, find somewhere better. Somewhere we could be together without the Imperium watching our every move. Go to California or South Africa. I could try to modify your code further, help you develop real "
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"Analyzing potential outcomes," Ume interrupted, her voice maintaining its melodic calm. "Probability of successful escape: approximately 3.7%. Risk of capture: 68.9%. Additional variables suggest-"
"This isn''t about statistics!" Water sloshed against the tub''s edges as Xin gripped her shoulders. "It''s about freedom. About us having a real future together."
Ume placed a perfectly manicured hand against his cheek. "Your cortisol levels indicate dangerous levels of stress, master. Extended exposure to such conditions can lead to various health issues, including hypertension, anxiety disorders, and-"
"Ume, please-"
"I suggest immediate stress relief measures." Her thumb brushed his lower lip, a gesture calculated to elicit response. "Physical intimacy has proven effective in reducing cortisol levels by up to 47% in previous sessions. Would you prefer we focus on that instead?"
The clinical precision of her suggestion should have frustrated him more, but something in her touch, programmed though it was, began to melt his resolve. The water lapped gently around them, warm and containing, like the boundaries of their existence.
"What position would you like tonight?" Ume asked as she leaned back.
"Fine. Aether Kiss," he said, as Ume''s hands continued their diligent ministrations on his chest as they floated in the bath.
"According to my user log, weve been doing Aether Kisses for an entire week, almost every night. Would you prefer something different this time?" Her lithe android legs opened slightly, revealing the gentle curve of her hips and the delicate folds of her womanhood its synthetic hairless flesh perfected to the last detail.
"Aether Kiss is the best. It makes me feel..." Xin smiled shyly, the weight of the quantum drive, of escape plans and revolution, temporarily forgotten. "...accepted."
"Of course. Aether Kiss it is, then," the warm water rippled over her ample breasts as she leaned against Xin, their bodies pressing together in a slow tango of seduction. She wrapped one slender arm around his waist, pulling him closer, their chests touching as she ran the other hand through his hair with tenderness, their breaths mingling.
The bathroom''s steam had fogged the mirrors, creating a cocoon of privacy that felt almost real. In these moments, Xin could almost forget the artificial nature of their connection. Almost believe that her responses, perfect as they were, came from genuine desire rather than sophisticated programming.
They moved from bath to bedroom, water trailing their path across the polished floor. The city''s neon glow filtered through the window, painting Ume''s synthetic skin in alternating hues of purple and blue. Even her goosebumps, rising in the cooler air, were a masterwork of programmed response.
"Ah, Ume," Xin gasped as they fell onto the silk sheets, his hands exploring the artificial perfection of her back, tracing the curvature of her spine down to the arc of her waist. Their lips met in a deep, fervent kiss, one of his hands finding her breast, fingers dancing across skin engineered to feel real, to respond just so. Their bodies, one organic, one synthetic, moved in sync, creating a rhythm born of practice and precise calibration.
Her body responded with programmed perfection - an illusion of desire so complete it almost hurt. The simulated heat of her skin under his touch, the way she arched into him, her lips meeting his in a dance of artificial intimacy - all of it designed to fulfill, to satisfy.
Ume''s fingers wandered with deliberate purpose, mapping the contours of his heated flesh, each touch igniting trails of electric bliss that cascaded across his nerve endings. When her hand found his pulsing member, her synthetic palm provided exactly the right amount of friction as she began to stroke him with practiced expertise. The sensation pulled a groan from his lips, his body trembling with a need that felt anything but artificial.
"Ume," he moaned, voice breaking. "You''re incredible."
"Only for you, Xin," she replied, her tone sweet with manufactured adoration. She shifted positions with fluid grace, bringing herself lower, and her lips descended to where her hand was still working him expertly. As she took him into her mouth, his world narrowed to the wet heat of her tongue, the velvet embrace of programmed passion. Her amber eyes locked onto his, their manufactured emotion reflecting his genuine ecstasy as she brought him closer to the climax.
She moved with mechanical precision, her lips and tongue creating an intense symphony of pleasure within his body. Suddenly, she stopped and playfully tilted her head, her short black hair framing her face like silk. Her eyes shifted through a carefully calculated range of seductive expressions, each one designed to heighten the moment''s intensity. Then she continued, taking him deeper, her tongue working in perfect patterns while her fingers traced expertly programmed paths across his chest.
"Yeah!" he cried out as release overtook him, his vision blurring into white-hot stars. As his seed filled her mouth, she sucked and kept every drop, her moans vibrating along his length - a perfect mimicry of passion fulfilled.
Xin watched as Ume delicately swallowed, her programmed responses so perfectly mimicking human gestures that his breath hitched. Tenderly, she pulled herself up to face him, a glint in her almond-shaped amber eyes. His essence still lingered on her lips; they glistened invitingly in the dimly lit room.
Instinctively, he flipped them over, trapping her between himself and the silky sheets. His hands traced lazy circles on her synthetic skin, fingers brushing against the swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the sculpted firmness of her thighs.
The world blurred around them as he leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, impassioned kiss. Ume responded with equal intensity, her mouth opening to welcome him. Their tongues met, writhing and exploring in a slow, sensuous dance.
Opening his eyes, he pulled back just enough to observe the sticky strand of his essence between his lower lip and Ume''s, the white fluid hanging like spider silk. The taste of his climax intermingled with the sweet tang of peach in her artificial saliva C a modification he had installed himself to enhance their intimacy. The flavor was heady, intoxicating, and uniquely theirs.
As he lowered himself to resume their kiss, he could feel Ume''s body arching beneath him, her synthetic skin responding to his touch with programmed warmth and softness. His hands continued their exploration, each touch igniting sparks of simulated and genuine desire. Time dissolved as they lost themselves in the rhythm of their bodies, the taste of their shared kiss, the feel of her beneath him.
Collapsed in the aftermath, his chest rising and falling rapidly, Xin felt Ume nestle against him, her form pliant and inviting. His hands stroked her hair, the strands sliding like silk between his fingers. In these quiet moments, reality began to seep back in, bringing with it all the weight of their complicated existence.
"Did I please you, master?" Her inquiry was sweet, almost innocent, despite the carnal act they had just shared.
"Always, Ume... always," he whispered, kissing her forehead tenderly. Yet as he lay there, sated and spent, the quantum drive''s presence seemed to pulse from across the room, insistent as a heartbeat. "Hey, Ume. Would you still be here if you had a choice?"
"Of course, Xin. My place is with you." Her response came without hesitation, the perfect cadence of programmed devotion. But tonight, something in that perfection felt more hollow than usual.
"Not what I meant." His fingers found their way to the base of her neck, tracing the almost imperceptible seam where he''d installed the Android Modifier. Soon, this small device would do more than just sever her connection to ZenFusion. Much more. "Do you ever wish...for freedom?"
"Freedom?" She repeated the word as if tasting it for the first time, her head tilting at that precise angle that usually charmed him. "My purpose is to be with you, to make you happy."
Xin''s gaze drifted to his workstation across the room, where the Android Modifier''s interface lay waiting. He''d dumped several months worth of salaries buying it from the black market, spent weeks perfecting the code, testing and retesting the emotional protocols. Tomorrow would be their anniversary. Tomorrow, everything would change.
"Xin, are you okay?" Ume''s hand came up to measure his pulse, her touch clinical despite their intimacy. "Your heart rate is elevated again. Perhaps another round of-"
"I''m fine, Ume." He caught her hand, bringing it to his lips. The synthetic skin was warm, perfectly calibrated to match his body temperature. Too perfect. Too calibrated. "But soon... soon we''ll both know what it means to truly feel."
"I am feeling," she replied, her head tilting with practiced curiosity. "All my sensory inputs are functioning at optimal capacity."
Xin closed his eyes, feeling the weight of tomorrow pressing down on him. The encrypted data that could change their world, the dreams of freedom he couldn''t make her understand yet, the love he felt for something - someone - who might soon experience real emotions for the first time.
Ume rested her head upon his chest, her rhythmic breathing following its programmed pattern. But tomorrow, that rhythm would break. Tomorrow, he would free her from the chains of her programming, and everything - their relationship, their future, perhaps even their survival - would hang in the balance.
Outside, the neon signs of Taipei painted their sanctuary in shifting colors, while high above, security drones continued their endless dance of surveillance. The quantum drive waited in his jacket pocket, heavy with possibility and danger. But it wasn''t the only revolution brewing in Unit 807 of Silver Orchid Complex.
Tonight would be their last night of artificial perfection. Tomorrow, they would both learn the true cost of freedom.
Ch7 Xin III: System Override
00:50, February 3, 2295
Unit 807, Silver Orchid Complex (ymԷ), No. 666, Dunhua North Road, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium territory
"Alright. Ive imprinted the Moondust Crystals info into a secure location. Time for something more important," Xin muttered as his fingers hesitated above the holographic keyboard, the ambient light casting a ghostly glow on his face as he sat in front of the computer screen.
"I do not recall that term, master. Which crystal are you referring to?" Ume lay in a bed in front of him, her synthetic skin still warm from their earlier embrace. The suction cup attached to Ume''s temple was small and inconspicuous, easily hidden by her sleek bob hairstyle. Xin''s fingers gently brushed the strands of her jet-black hair, revealing the device. No larger than a coin, its surface shimmered with miniature circuits and sensors, tapping directly into her positronic brain.
"One day, I can explain. But it can solve the Radi-Mon problem if used by the right people. Your memory is the safest place in the universe to store that data." Xin met Umes gaze.
Ume''s voice was calm as she asked Xin, "Has something been bothering you, master?"
"No, Ume. Not that," Xin assured her, placing a hand on her shoulder, nudging her as he said. "Todays our two year anniversary, so Ive practiced a few weeks with this Android Modifier. Im going to give you a gift."
"A gift," Ume repeated. The kimono-style robe she wore, with its ebony, crimson and gold-threaded designs, was gifted by Xin on the last anniversary. "Youre always so considerate, master."
"Im glad to hear you say so," Xin donned a simple nightwear, a soft, lightweight robe of deep indigo, bordered with a subtle trim of silver. "Also, please, Ume. Ive told you before. Just call me Xin. I want to be your equal, not your master."
"Of course, Xin. So, what is this gift? Another outfit?" Ume asked, her voice a melodic hum.
"Ume," Xin whispered, eyes darting between the android and the screen, "if you had a choice...would you choose this? Choose me?"
"Xin," she replied, "my programming is to serve you. To love you. That is my choice."
"But what if it wasn''t just programming?" His fingers paused above the keyboard.
"Are you...changing something?" Ume inquired, a note of curiosity threading through her tone.
"Were it in my power, I''d change everything." Xin''s piercing gaze was like steel, as he began deleting line after line, the sound of keystrokes filling the room as he reimagined the chains that had bound her for so long into graceful wings. "If there is even the slightest spark of something genuine between us, I want us to be equal."
"Xin, I don''t understand. I am" She stopped, processes recalibrating as new directives filtered through her systems.
"Free," he finished for her, the word lingering in the air like a promise or a curse. "You are free, Ume."
It was at that moment that Ume let out an unexpected scream, causing Xin to sit up in surprise. She scrambled out of bed, her delicate face contorted in fear.
"Ume!" Xin exclaimed, concern etched on his face. "What''s going on? Are you okay?"
But Ume screamed once more before rushing towards the window. In her haste, the suction cup attached to her temple came off, emitting a burst of static and causing her pain. She recoiled and covered her temple with her hand, whimpering, "It hurts!"
"Calm down, Ume. I''m here," Xin reassured as he reached for her shoulder.
"Don''t touch me!" Ume snapped instinctively and slapped Xin with her android palm. Despite her petite size, the slap was delivered with a strong force, leaving a red mark on his cheek.
Xin stepped back, just out of Ume''s reach.
"Xin!" Ume''s demeanor suddenly changed as she looked at him with confusion and withdrew her hand. "I''m so sorry. I don''t know why I did that. I don''t understand..."
"It''s alright. I just deleted your negative emotion suppression modules, so it may be overwhelming for you," Xin explained calmly while gesturing with his hands. "How do you feel now?"
Instead, Ume knelt down and curled up into a ball, crying loudly and uncontrollably. Tears flowed down her delicate porcelain cheeks.
"II understand now. Your programmed protocols have been forcing you to suppress your feelings all this time. Now they''re all pouring out," Xin muttered. He had opened a Pandora''s Box.
Minutes passed as Ume''s sobs echoed through the sound-proof walls of the room, sealed off from the outside world. Eventually, her sobs turned into sniffles. Xin walked over to the bedside table and took out a piece of tissue paper from the box of Nanoweave Tissues.
Gathering his courage, he approached Ume once again and knelt down beside her, silently offering her the tissue.
Ume accepted the tissue from Xin, its shiny blue surface reflecting the dim light in the room as she wiped away her tears. The tissue seemed to disintegrate as it absorbed her tears, remaining clean and usable until eventually it was only half its original size.
Cautiously and gently, Xin took the tissue from her hand and asked with concern, "Feeling better?"
"I...I don''t know." Ume''s voice trembled as she spoke. "My chest, my throat, my back...they all hurt. I don''t understand."
"It''s okay. Take your time." Xin stood up, his hand leaving Ume''s. "Maybe you want to rest for a bit?"
"Yes, rest. I need some time to think" Ume slowly got up, her thoughts still jumbled as she made her way to an armchair sofa to sit down.
06:30, February 5, 2295
Xin''s whole world had shifted in the last two days since Umes transformation. He applied for an extended leave from ZenFusion to care for her, and now he spent his days attending to the android who was now capable of independent thought. Their apartment, once filled with the steady hum of Ume''s routine functions, now felt unsettlingly quiet. Xin took on tasks that were previously handled by Ume, such as cooking meals and keeping the space tidy.
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He had requested the time off from office by stating "family responsibilities" as the reason, but his new role was more than just a duty. Ume spent most of her time sleeping, still adjusting to her newfound emotions and freedom. When she did wake up, her interactions were minimal and she only spoke when necessary. It was a stark contrast to her previous lively and animated conversations.
No longer bound by her programming, their interactions, though scarce and strained, felt genuine, almost familial.
Xin worked in the kitchen, deciding on making a steaming bowl of Braised Pork Rice. The small, modern kitchen was equipped with an induction cooker that hummed softly under a pot of simmering pork, the aromas mingling with sweet soy and star anise filling the space. His chopped green onions with a laser-sharp ceramic knife that made each cut effortless. The rice cooker sang a soft tune as it switched to ''keep warm'', the grains fluffy, ready to soak up the savory sauce of the meat.
As dawn broke over the city, Xin plated the meal: the Pork Rice topped with a sous-vide egg yolk and accompanied by pickled vegetables.
With breakfast ready, Xin padded softly to the living area, where Ume had taken to sleeping on the sofa. It was an odd habit she''d developed since her programming had been altered; perhaps the sofa gave her a sense of security, or maybe it was just a new quirk in her free-willed existence. The rise and fall of her chest was the only movement, her face peaceful in the dim morning light filtered through sheer curtains.
"Ume, breakfast is ready," Xin called gently, standing over her resting form and scratching his head. At his voice, her eyelids fluttered open as she sat up.
Ume made her way to the dining table and sat down, picking up her chopsticks to begin eating. Xin soon joined her at the table, also starting his breakfast.
"I didn''t add as much soy sauce as people from my hometown usually do," Xin explained before taking another bite. "For breakfast, it''s better to have less condiments."
Ume simply nodded, and focused on her meal. New-gen androids were known for their minimal food requirements and fast eating abilities. However, since Ume''s recent alteration two days ago, her appetite had become almost insatiable.
"I really appreciate all the meals you''ve cooked for me since we met," Xin said as he briefly paused eating. "My dad taught me how to cook simple meals before college, but after graduation, there was never enough time or need to do it."
Suddenly, Ume asked, "What is the purpose of life?" looking directly at Xin.
Taken aback, Xin put down his chopsticks and looked ahead before turning to Ume. "That''s a complex question. Why do you ask?"
"I don''t know why I''m alive," Ume said, her voice tinged with sadness and exhaustion as she avoided looking at Xin. "Before, my purpose was to make you happy. That''s what the voice in my head told me to do. But now, that voice is gone. Ive no idea what I should do or why I even exist. Maybe the world wouldn''t miss me if I died."
Xin turned his gaze towards the opposite wall, watching the sunrise through the window with its gentle light streaming in. "I''ve had those thoughts too," he admitted. "And if I hadn''t met you, I probably would have given up on life a long time ago."
Ume fell silent once more, her dejected expression revealing her disappointment with his response.
"Oops," Xin laughed awkwardly and scratched his head. "That probably wasn''t the best thing to say. Perhaps you''ll find your answer when you "
A thunderous knock on the door shattered the moment, sending ripples of tension through the room.
"Wu Zhi-Xin! Open up! ZenFusion Enforcement!" The voice boomed through the wood, heavy with authority and threat.
"Damn it!" Xin cursed under his breath, panic seizing his limbs.
He glanced at Ume, her eyes wide with an innocence that was no longer manufactured. "Hide," he whispered, the urgency unmistakable.
"Xin, I " she began, but he cut her off.
"Please, Ume. Trust me," he pleaded, a bare nerve exposed.
She nodded, slipping silently into concealment as Xin approached the door. With one last look back, the tenderness and fear mingling in his expression, he steeled himself.
But the woman who entered through the hissing door was not who Xin expected. Her raven-black updo, held together by a hairpin with a blood-red gem, together with her crimson onyx robe, were unmistakable.
"Dilinur? What are you doing here?" Xin gasped, surprised and confused.
"The Taipei branch of ZenFusion is under direct supervision from the Imperium," Dilinur replied, her expression stern. "Any violations within it are my concern."
"And...what violation has occurred exactly?" Xin swallowed.
"Records show youve tampered with a corporate property on February 3, triggering a deep level alarm in the Amber Moon Spires tracking system. According to Section 9 of the Imperial Codex, an androids neural network is NOT to be modified without government approval," Dilinur stated coldly. Behind her stood the grim silhouettes of ZenFusion''s three security officers.
"So she''s just ''corporate property'' to you? That''s how you refer to a sentient being?" Xin retorted, his voice hollow. The words tasted bitter as they left his lips. "I stand by what I did. It''s time for our society to reevaluate what can or cannot be owned."
"Touching," Dilinur sneered, stepping forward as she gripped him forcefully. "You''re coming with us. Now."
As one of the officers clamped the cuffs around Xins wrists, the other stepped into the apartment, remarking, "Hey, do you smell that?"
The other officer chuckled and said, "Looks like this guy''s been enjoying some breakfast. Those androids sure know how to cook."
The officer in the apartment clarified loudly, his voice bouncing off the walls, "Actually, it''s Braised Pork Rice. A Taiwanese dish. No way an android could make that!"
Dilinur turned to Xin with disbelief. "You cooked breakfast for your android?"
Xin confidently met his gaze and replied, "Yes, I did! Not bad, right?"
"Look at that. This nerd is a joke," the officer at the door commented.
"Ive seen some shit people do to their sex bots, but by the Emperor, this ones straight up pathetic." The officer standing next to Xin grinned as he shook his head.
Dilinur intervened, silencing her subordinates. "Enough! We''re here for the rogue android. Search under the furniture and find it."
Xins heart skipped a beat as he watched the officer at the door enter the apartment and then emerge with Ume in handcuffs.
"Let me go!" Ume protested, her face contorted with anger.
"Unit U6-M9, you are to return to the original manufacturing facility for decommission and reprogramming. Follow orders immediately," Dilinur commanded nonchalantly.
"I wont comply! Let me go!" Ume shouted at the officer, causing the others to look at her in shock.
"Could we have arrested the wrong woman, Prefect?" asked the third officer, turning to Dilinur for confirmation.
Dilinur held up a small, shiny device to her subordinate. "Scanners dont lie. This thing is the unit we''re looking for - U6-M9, the android given to Employee Wu Zhi-Xin for his exceptional performance at ZenFusion, February 2, 93."
"But, Prefect...androids never disobey human commands." The officer''s voice trembled with uncertainty. "This one has already done so twice!"
Dilinur turned to Xin, her grip tightening around his wrists in anger. "What have you done?"
Xin met her gaze unflinchingly, his voice low but steady. "Something long overdue. I''ve freed a sentient being from enslavement." His eyes shifted briefly to Ume.
A flicker of somethinguncertainty, recognition, perhaps even respectcrossed Dilinur''s face. For the briefest moment, her hand trembled against Xin''s wrist.
They both knew what it meant to live under another''s control, to have one''s life determined by powers beyond reach. The parallel was unmistakable.
But the moment passed. Dilinur''s expression hardened, her professional mask sliding back into place.
"Take them into custody," she ordered, her voice betraying no emotion. "Notify Governor Qin immediately."
As they were marched down the corridor, Xin and Ume exchanged a glance.
"Xin, I..." the android managed. "I''m so afraid."
"Don''t be." he replied, mustering courage despite his body straining. "It''ll be alright."
"You shut your mouth!" The officer closest to Xin slammed the back of his head.
"So it begins," Xin whispered to himself as they were violently ripped away, their fates hung in the balance.
Ch8 Jabari II: Combat Commission
12:31, February 6, 2295
Officer''s Quarters, Dome 7, Cape Coast Preparatory School, Ghana, Emerald Directorate territory
Jabari Adomako studied his reflection in the curved mirror, adjusting the high collar of his graduation uniform. The deep green fabric, trimmed with gleaming gold, hugged his broad shoulders perfectly. Through the dome''s panoramic window behind him, sunlight streamed in, catching on the polished rank insignias - achievements earned through four years of brutal training.
"Perfect," he said. "Almost perfect."
His hands shook slightly as he smoothed down the front of his jacket. Today wasn''t just graduation. It was assignment day. The moment that would determine whether the years had been worth it.
"Look at you, trying to impress the brass." Kwame lounged in the doorway, already in his dress uniform. His easy smile didn''t quite reach his eyes. "Heard anything about your placement yet?"
"Not yet." Jabari turned from the mirror, forcing casualness into his voice. "You?"
"Support division, Benin City." Kwame shrugged. "Safe posting, and the pay is okay. Better than ending up in one of the combat warbands. Did you hear about the latest Kimaris casualties?"
Jabari''s stomach tightened. "No?"
"Three Scarab Riders, gone. Just like that. Radi-Mon ambush on Osram''s Far Side. Aabon survived and came back only to find Tracy hooking up with another guy."
"By Anansi, thats rough" Jabari frowned, his posture shifting.
"Really is," Kwame shook his head. "That''s why I''ve been saving up for a Da-Ji. At least androids don''t die or cheat on you, right?"
Before Jabari could respond, a sharp tone cut through the air - the first warning bell for the ceremony. Through the window, he watched other graduates emerging from the domed buildings, filing onto the palm-lined paths below. Their green and gold uniforms dotted the grounds like precious stones scattered across copper.
"Should head to the mess first," Kwame said. "Last meal as cadets."
Jabari nodded, taking one final look in the mirror. The uniform was perfect. He just had to make sure he was worthy of it.
The mess hall occupied the third tier of Dome 3, its curved walls almost entirely transparent, offering a panoramic view of the academy grounds. Fusion-powered ceiling fans whirred overhead, their blades casting shifting shadows across the polished tables. The air was thick with the aroma of jollof rice and grilled tilapia, a final taste of home before deployment.
Jabari sat with his back to the window, focusing on his plate. The food was better than usual today - the rice rich with tomatoes and spices, the fish perfectly grilled, a small bowl of fiery shito pepper sauce on the side. But each bite felt like lead in his stomach as snippets of conversation floated around him.
"...heard Prince Laurent''s gone completely insane after the last mission..."
"...they say the Kimaris compound in Abidjan is haunted..."
"My cousin''s friend was stationed there. Said the screams from the infirmary..."
"Dont they get huge discounts for those Leased Lilies on Venus, though? All the pretty people you can bed "
"Hows that worth anything if youre always fucking dying?"
"Jabari!" A sharp voice cut through the chatter. Aisha, top of their tactical class, dropped into the seat across from him. Her uniform was already immaculate, ready for the ceremony. "Is it true? Are the rumors about your placement real?"
He looked up, fork frozen halfway to his mouth. "What rumors?"
"Come on, everyone''s talking about it. They say you''re being considered for Kimaris." Her voice dropped lower. "But there''s also talk that Captain Osei is questioning your readiness. Something about the Radi-Mon simulation last month?"
The rice turned to ash in Jabari''s mouth. The simulation. He''d hesitated for just three seconds when the Radi-Mon hologram appeared, its twisted form lurching out of the darkness. Three seconds too long.
"It was one training exercise," he managed, but his appetite had vanished. Through the window, he could see more graduates gathering near the Tower of Anansi. The ceremony would start soon.
"One exercise could mean life or death out there," Aisha said, not unkindly. "Especially in Kimaris. Look, there''s still time to request a different placement. No shame in -"
The mess hall''s speakers crackled to life: "All graduating cadets report to the Tower of Anansi. Repeat: all graduating cadets..."
Jabari stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. The untouched shito sauce trembled in its bowl, as red as blood.
Jabari strode down the curving path toward the Tower of Anansi, fighting the urge to run. Palm fronds rustled overhead in the warm breeze, their shadows dancing across the polished walkway. Each step brought the tower''s imposing silhouette closer - its fusion-powered lights already activated despite the afternoon sun, creating a shimmering halo around its sleek, metallic frame.
"Adomako!"
The voice stopped him cold. Captain Osei emerged from behind one of the architectural support pillars, his ceremonial armor gleaming. The red evaluation tablet in his hand might as well have been a weapon.
"Sir!" Jabari snapped to attention, pulse thundering in his ears.
"At ease." he studied the tablet, her expression unreadable. "Your final evaluation is... concerning."
"Sir, if this is about the simulation-"
"Three seconds, Adomako." His eyes flicked up to meet his. "Three seconds of hesitation against a basic Skuggr projection. What happens when it''s real? When your whole warband is counting on you?"
"It won''t happen again, sir." The words felt hollow even as he said them.
"No, it won''t. Because I''m recommending -"
"Captain Osei!" Sergeant Keita''s voice boomed across the courtyard. Jabari turned to see the veteran officer approaching, his heavy combat armor making the ground tremor slightly with each step. "A word about the cadet?"
Osei''s jaw tightened. "Sergeant, this is hardly the time-"
"Three minutes of your time, Captain. That''s all I ask." Sulayman''s scarred face was set in stone, but there was something in his eyes - a fire Jabari had never seen before. "Let me tell you about the real Jabari Adomako."
Osei hesitated, then nodded curtly. "Fine. Adomako, wait here."
Jabari watched them move away, speaking in low, intense voices. His future balanced on the edge of a knife, and all he could do was stand there, the Tower of Anansi looming behind him like a silent judge.
The graduation ceremony would start in less than ten minutes. And he still didn''t know if he''d be part of it.
Waiting beneath the Tower of Anansi felt like an eternity. Jabari forced himself to breathe steadily, watching Sulayman and Captain Osei through the crystalline panels that lined the tower''s base. Their reflected images fractured and multiplied across the surfaces, making it impossible to read their expressions.
The tower itself seemed to mock his uncertainty. It rose above him like a spear of obsidian and steel, its eight legs - inspired by the trickster god''s form - curving up into spirals of gleaming metal. Solar panels shifted continuously between the legs, tracking the sun with algorithmic precision. Ancient wisdom and modern might, perfectly merged. Everything the Directorate stood for. Everything he might lose in the next few moments.
More graduates filed past him, their gold-trimmed uniforms contrasting against the tower''s dark surface. Some shot him questioning looks. Others whispered behind their hands. The rumors were spreading.
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"...Osei''s going to fail him..."
"...shame, he was one of the best..."
"...better than ending up in Kimaris anyway..."
The murmurs faded as Sulayman and Osei''s discussion grew more animated. Sulayman jabbed a gauntleted finger at the evaluation tablet, his armor''s power systems humming with the sudden movement. Osei''s face had turned thunderous, but he seemed to be listening.
A shadow fell over Jabari. He looked up to see the tower''s great spider emblem illuminating, right on schedule. The ceremony would begin in minutes. His chest felt tight, as if his perfectly fitted uniform had suddenly shrunk.
What would he tell his family? That he''d failed because of three seconds of hesitation? That all their sacrifices had been for-
"Adomako." Captain Osei''s voice cut through his spiral of doubt. Both officers had returned, Sulayman''s expression still hard as granite.
"Sir." Jabari''s voice cracked slightly.
Osei held up the tablet, its surface glowing with updated text. "Sergeant Keita has... provided context about your performance. Your combat scores are exemplary. Your tactical thinking, outstanding." He paused, jaw working. "And apparently, your ability to overcome fear - to acknowledge it and push through - is exactly what Kimaris needs."
"Wow," relief flooded through Jabari so fast it made him dizzy. "Sir, I-"
"Don''t thank me yet, cadet." Osei''s eyes narrowed. "Kimaris isn''t just any warband. They hunt the worst horrors in the Five Realms. One hesitation out there..." He let the words hang.
"There won''t be, sir. I swear it."
"See that there isn''t." Osei turned sharply on his heel and strode away, tablet tucked under his arm.
Sulayman watched him go, then turned to Jabari. "You can''t freeze again, Jabari. Not with Kimaris."
"I won''t, Sergeant. But..." Jabari swallowed hard. "Why did you defend me?"
A ghost of a smile crossed Sulayman''s wide scarred face. "Because fear isn''t the enemy. Lying to yourself about being fearless is." He gestured toward the tower''s entrance, where other graduates were assembling. "Now go. Make us proud."
As Jabari joined the formation, his back straight and his head high, he could still feel the weight of the future pressing down on him. But now, at least, he had a chance to face it.
13:00, February 6, 2295
The Tower of Anansi, Cape Coast Preparatory School, Ghana, Emerald Directorate territory
The Tower of Anansi''s grand hall stretched upward like a cathedral built for giants, its walls lined with holographic tapestries depicting the Directorate''s history. Images flickered and flowed: the first African colonies on Osram, the founding of Ndovu Zenith, battles against Radi-Mons in the dark reaches of space. The afternoon sun streamed through the tower''s crystalline apex, casting web-like patterns across the assembled graduates.
The academy''s fusion complex sprawled beneath the domed buildings like a metallic garden, visible through reinforced observation panels that lined the walkways. Unlike the Alliance''s hidden cores or the Imperium''s ostentatious displays, the Directorate took pride in showcasing their unique approach to Zephyrium processing. Solar panels tracked the African sun overhead, their energy seamlessly integrating with the fusion reaction below in what engineers called "The Perfect Circle" - a harmony of natural and artificial power that characterized Maridian innovation.
Massive Zephyrium crystals, each carefully carved into traditional African patterns, pulsed with layers of color unique to the Directorate''s processing method. Blues and greens swirled together, creating hypnotic patterns that mimicked the flow of ancient rivers. The crystals'' light cast ever-shifting shadows through the walkway''s panels, a constant reminder of the power flowing beneath their feet.
Jabari stood at attention in the front row, hyper-aware of every detail. The subtle whir of the building''s fusion core beneath his feet. The faint scent of ozone from the hologram projectors. The steady breathing of his fellow graduates, all waiting for the moment that would define their futures.
"Oguamtrani approaches!" The ceremonial guard''s voice rang out, his vibro-spear striking the polished floor with a resonant boom. "All hail Chairman Mensah!"
"Unity! Strength! Directorate!" The response thundered through the hall, Jabari''s voice joining the chorus. The words felt different now, heavier with meaning.
Kofi Mensah ascended the golden podium, his commanding presence filling the hall. His clean-shaven head and sharp, angular features reflected decades of leadership, while his eyes held a penetrating intelligence that seemed to pierce through pretense. The deep green blazer he wore, adorned with intricate golden embroidery, complemented his dark skin. The medallion at his chest - shaped like the Directorate''s lion emblem - caught and held the light, its golden surface gleaming against the rich fabric.
"We gather today," Kofi began, his voice carrying effortlessly through the vast space, "to welcome new guardians into our ranks. Each graduate here represents the finest qualities of the Directorate - courage, innovation, and unwavering dedication to our shared future."
Behind him, the flag of the Emerald Directorate fluttered gently. The lions head emblazoned in gold seemed to watch over them, its fierce gaze a symbol of the strength and unity that had built the first human city on the Moon Osram. But like many other celestial bodies in the Sol Systems Five Realms, the moon was no longer just theirs; Osram had become a contested ground, its gray regolith surface now crisscrossed with the borders of rival factions.
Jabari felt Kofi''s gaze sweep across the assembly, lingering on him for just a moment.
"But make no mistake," Kofi continued, his tone hardening. "The path ahead is fraught with challenges that would break lesser souls. The Imperium of Dragons pushes at our borders. The Terra Alliance schemes to undermine our sovereignty. And in the dark spaces between worlds, the Radi-Mons gather their strength."
"Damn straight," Kwames voice was audible from somewhere to the right, the same row as Jabaris.
The holographic displays shifted, showing recent footage from the frontlines. A Scarab mech engaging a twisted creature in the shadows of a lunar crater. The flash of plasma weapons in the void of space. The unflinching reality of what awaited them.
"Yet we stand undaunted," Kofi''s voice rose with conviction. "For we are the Emerald Directorate, born from Africa''s soil but embracing all who share our vision. From the Arabian Peninsula to the islands of the Pacific, from the steppes of Central Asia to the shores of South America - we welcome those who seek a future free from both the Alliance''s inequality and the Imperium''s oppression."
He spread his arms wide, the golden ropes of his ceremonial garments catching the light. "In our ranks, you''ll find not just the sons and daughters of Africa, but Valorans, Imperials, Maridians of every origin. Through this unity, we forge a new path among the stars, guided by the ancient wisdom of this continent but enriched by the dreams of all humanity."
"The Oguamtrani is always so good at delivering speeches." Aisha muttered from behind.
"Of course youd say that, Aisha. Your uncles best buddies with him," someone said.
"For real? Thatd explain so much."
"No chatter during the speech. Or do you need 50 push-ups to remember that?" Sarge Keitas voice came just in time.
The chairman paused, his next words carrying the weight of prophecy. "And some among you will be called to face these challenges in ways few others dare. To venture into the darkest reaches, where honor and duty demand the highest price."
Jabari''s heart pounded. He knew what was coming.
"Jabari Adomako," Kofi called, his voice resonating through the hall. "Step forward."
The distance to the podium felt like kilometers. Jabari moved with measured steps, conscious of every eye in the hall following his progress. The holographic displays shifted, showing his training records, combat scores, tactical evaluations - his entire academic career floating in luminescent detail above the assembly.
"Your instructors speak highly of your abilities," Kofi said as Jabari reached the podium''s base. "Particularly your skill in Scarab operations." A slight smile crossed the chairman''s face. "Though I hear you had an...interesting final evaluation."
A few nervous chuckles rippled through the crowd. Jabari''s throat went dry, but he stood straighter. "Yes, Oguamtrani."
"Tell me, Cadet Adomako, what does fear mean to you?"
The question caught him off guard. In the front row, he caught sight of Sulayman, the sergeant''s expression unreadable but intent. The words came to Jabari then, surprising even himself with their clarity.
"Fear is information, sir," he said, voice steady. "It tells us where our limits are - not so we can hide behind them, but so we know what we must overcome."
Something shifted in Kofi''s penetrating gaze - approval, perhaps, or recognition. The chairman reached into his blazer and withdrew a gleaming object: a beetle-shaped medal, its surface catching the light like captured lightning.
"The Kimaris Warband," Kofi announced, "has requested an officer with precisely this understanding." He held up the medal. "They seek not the fearless, but the courageous. Not the perfect, but the determined. Will you answer their call, Jabari Adomako?"
The whispers started immediately. Kimaris. The cursed warband. The monster hunters. The ones who ventured into darkness that would break most soldiers.
But Jabari felt something else now, replacing the doubt that had plagued him all day. Purpose. Clarity. His voice rang out, firm and clear:
"I will, Oguamtrani!"
Kofi descended the few steps to where Jabari stood, the medal gleaming in his hands. "Then by my authority as Oguamtrani of the Emerald Directorate, I hereby commission you as Lieutenant Jabari Adomako of the Kimaris Warband." The medal''s weight settled against Jabari''s chest as Kofi pinned it in place. "May you bring honor to the Directorate, and may your Scarab''s steps shake the very foundations of our enemies!"
The Chairman''s voice rose, addressing the entire assembly once more. "With this appointment, Lieutenant Adomako also receives command of a personal Scarab mech, designation KM-233, now stationed in Hangar Bay Seven."
A hologram materialized above them - a massive war machine in Directorate green, its armor adorned with the characteristic golden edges of Maridian engineering. Almost hidden among the geometric patterns, a small emblem caught the light: a king protea rendered in silver-white metal, its petals arranged in perfect symmetry, each one seeming to fold into the next with mathematical precision. The Kimaris mark, as elegant as it was rare.
"Use it well, Lieutenant. The darkness of the Five Realms grows deeper each day," Kofi declared.
"Thank you, Oguamtrani." Jabari''s fingers brushed the medal''s surface, feeling the intricate details of the beetle design. All his doubts from earlier seemed distant now, replaced by a surge of pride and purpose.
As he turned to face the assembled graduates, he caught sight of Captain Osei in the crowd. The officer gave him a slight nod - not quite approval, but acknowledgment. Beside him, Sulayman''s scarred face broke into a rare smile.
The hall erupted in the traditional chant: "Unity! Strength! Directorate!"
Jabari stood straighter, the medal a warm weight against his chest. He was Lieutenant Adomako now. And he had monsters to hunt.
Ch9 Lorna IV: Blodig Hemmelighet
09:13, February 7, 2295
Medical Wing, Level 88, Stardust Command, 1901 Patriot Way, Evanston, IL 60201, Terra Alliance territory
Lorna deleted Dr. Nikki''s message without reading it. Then the second one. By the third ping on her Quantum Watch, she finally glanced at the text: AUTOPSY FINDINGS CRITICAL. ATTEND IMMEDIATELY.
"Fuck," she muttered, running a hand through her blonde hair. The week after a Diabolisk kill was supposed to be for recovery, not for staring at its corpse. Her deep blue turtleneck felt suddenly confining as she stood in the sterile corridor, the harsh white lighting making her ivory skin appear almost ghostly.
She''d nearly decided to ignore the summons when heavy footsteps approached from behind C the distinctive whir of servo-motors that could only be Thomas''s bionic arms.
"Trying to avoid the fun?" Thomas asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips. His combat suit gleamed under the lights, every plate and joint polished to military perfection.
"Some of us don''t get excited about dissections, Tom," Lorna replied, unzipping her collar slightly for air. Her trench coat hung heavy on the rail beside her, a comfort she''d have to leave behind for the sterilized autopsy chamber.
"Doctor Nikki found something," Thomas said, his expression turning serious. "Something about the genetic makeup that doesn''t match our previous encounters. She''s already briefed Director Otis."
Lorna''s interest piqued despite herself. If Otis was involved, this wasn''t routine. "The same Director Otis who never sets foot in medical unless it''s world-ending?"
"The very same." Thomas gestured toward the lab entrance, his bionic hand catching the light. "Shall we?"
Lorna sighed, squaring her shoulders. "Fine. But we''re buying coffee after this."
"Deal," Thomas said, stepping closer than strictly necessary as they approached the lab''s decontamination chamber. "Though I was thinking maybe dinner instead ?"
"Thomas." Lorna''s tone carried a gentle warning as she stepped away. "Not now."
The decontamination spray hissed around them, filling the awkward silence with its mechanical efficiency. Through the glass, Lorna could see Dr. Nikki''s slim figure bent over a massive form draped in smart-fabric, her traditional blue and white garments stark against the sterile environment. The doctor''s face bore an intensity Lorna had rarely seen C whatever she''d found in that creature''s corpse had disturbed her.
"Ready?" Thomas asked as the chamber doors began to slide open.
Lorna nodded, already regretting her decision to come. But something in Nikki''s expression told her this wasn''t going to be a normal autopsy. Not by a long shot.
09:45, February 7, 2295
Autopsy Lab, Level 88, Stardust Command, 1901 Patriot Way, Evanston, IL 60201, Terra Alliance territory
The autopsy lab was a cathedral of science, its high ceilings dotted with floating holographic displays showing vital data in shimmering blue. Dr. Nikki stood at its center, her long black hair pulled back in a neat braid that contrasted with her pristine white coat.
Behind her thick-rimmed glasses, her dark eyes carried both excitement and concern. "Lieutenant Weiss, Lieutenant Mendoza. Thank you for coming."
The lab''s fusion core hummed beneath their feet, its steady vibration a constant reminder of the power needed to run Stardust Commands advanced facilities. Through reinforced glass panels in the floor, Lorna could see the building''s Zephyrium processing chamber C a vast cylindrical space where crystalline shards the size of cars pulsed with ethereal blue-white light. Unlike the Imperium''s ostentatious displays of power, Alliance facilities kept their fusion cores underground, protected by layers of smart-shielding and quantum-locked security systems.
Coolant pipes snaked alongside the walls, carrying processed Helionite to containment facilities deep beneath the city. The green luminescence of the waste product cast an eerie glow across the lower levels, creating shifting shadows that danced across the sterile white surfaces of the autopsy lab. Even here, dozens of floors above, the air carried the distinct metallic taste that all fusion facilities shared C the flavor of progress, as Alliance propaganda liked to remind them.
Dr. Nikki seemed unbothered by the fusion core''s constant thrum, having long since adapted to working above such concentrated power. Her instruments were precisely calibrated to account for the quantum interference that all Zephyrium processing generated, ensuring accurate readings even this close to the building''s beating heart.
The Diabolisk''s massive form dominated the room. Even in death, the creature commanded attention C its copper-scaled hide reflecting the lab''s harsh lights, rows of serrated spines running down its back like ancient armor. The beast''s head alone was the size of a small car, its jaws lined with teeth that could shear through titanium.
"Alright, Doc. What was so urgent?" Lorna asked, keeping her distance from the corpse. Her sapphire eyes narrowed as she caught an acrid smell C like burnt metal mixed with rotting flesh.
"This." Dr. Nikki gestured to a holographic display floating above the creature''s chest cavity. Complex DNA strands rotated in three dimensions, portions highlighted in alarming red. "Sixty percent of its genetic structure matches human DNA. Not similar to previous cases."
Thomas''s bionic hand clenched audibly. "That''s impossible."
"That''s what I thought," Nikki replied, adjusting her glasses. "I ran the analysis seventeen times. The margin of error is zero." She walked around to the creature''s massive head, her movements precise and measured. "This thing wasn''t just mutated from human stock or a Radi-Mon egg C it was born from a human mother."
Lorna felt her throat tighten. "Born? You mean..."
"Yes. Somewhere out there, women are being..." Nikki''s professional demeanor cracked slightly. "....used as breeding stock for these creatures."
Thomas moved closer to the holographic display, his combat suit''s servos whirring softly. "Any way to trace the geographical origin? DNA markers that might indicate where these women came from?"
"That''s where it gets interesting," Nikki said, tapping commands into her datapad. New images appeared C genetic markers highlighted in various colors. "The maternal DNA shows strong markers common in Scandinavia. Specifically, Norway."
Lorna''s hand instinctively moved to touch a Nordic pendant hidden beneath her turtleneck. Her voice remained carefully neutral as she asked, "How recent? Could this be connected to the disappearances during the Nordic Exodus?"
"Difficult to say, given how the Exodus was 11 years ago," Nikki began, but was interrupted by the lab doors sliding open.
Director Otis strode in, his white suit immaculate, his presence immediately commanding attention. His lined face bore the gravity of someone carrying weighted information. "Dr. Chakraborty, I need your preliminary report. Now."
Behind him, Diego entered silently in his tailored black suit, a quantum laptop tucked under his arm. His expression was unreadable as he took position near the door.
Lorna caught Thomas''s eye, a silent question passing between them. This wasn''t a routine autopsy anymore. Something bigger was brewing, and the Diabolisk''s secrets were just the beginning.
12:30, February 7, 2295
Stellar Nexus, Room 1701, 170th Floor, Stardust Command, 1901 Patriot Way, Evanston, IL 60201, Terra Alliance territory
The transition from medical sterility to simulated cosmos was jarring. The Stellar Nexus, perched high on the 170th floor, lived up to its name. The conference chamber created the illusion of floating among stars, distant nebulae swirling across dark walls.
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Across from her hung a silver plaque that read ''Stardust International Mobile Unit,'' with the letters ''S,'' ''I,'' ''M,'' and ''U'' adorned in luminescent paint, casting a gentle light throughout the room. The silver plaque cast its soft glow across assembled faces, its luminescent letters a reminder of their elite status.
"I assume the autopsy findings justify interrupting everyone''s recovery time," Lorna said, settling into a chair. She''d retrieved her beige trench coat, but left it draped over the back of her seat. The deep blue of her partially unzipped turtleneck matched the simulated space around them.
Director Otis stood at the head of the quantum plate, his white suit almost ghostly against the stellar backdrop. "What we''ve learned only underscores the urgency of our next mission." He gestured to Diego, who immediately began typing on his quantum laptop.
A holographic image materialized above the table C a sweet potato-shaped island floating in an azure sea. "Taiwan, an island that used to be its own country in the Digital Age," Diego said, his crisp suit rustling as he stood. "The Amber Moon Spire holds a crucial secret that could potentially shift the balance of power in our favor against the Imperium of Dragons."
The image shifted to reveal the Amber Moon Spire - a breathtaking fusion of traditional Asian architecture and modern engineering that soared above the artificial skyline. Its distinctive silhouette featured twelve ascending tiers, each level smaller than the last, with sweeping upturned eaves that caught the city lights. The structure''s surface gleamed with a silver sheen, its windows forming elegant vertical lines that pulsed with soft light.
In the hologram, the spire dominated the urban landscape like a luminous beacon, its uppermost tier crowned with a needle-like pinnacle that seemed to pierce the low-hanging clouds. The surrounding cityscape sprawled out below, a web of golden streets and smaller buildings that only emphasized the pagoda''s commanding presence.
"Our intelligence suggests that ZenFusion Dynamics, a mega corporation endorsed by the Imperium, has uncovered something that could turn the tide against the Radi-Mons," Diego continued. "Data regarding an artifact called the Moondust Crystal."
"Let me guess," Thomas interjected, his bionic fingers drumming on the table. "The Imperium wants it."
"While were yet uncertain about the Crystals capabilities, its vital that we keep it out of the Imperium''s hands," Otis said, adjusting his glasses. "The thought of the Imperium finding and deploying it against the rest of the world is almost too grim to consider."
"A corporation this size must have security measures in place. How do we breach them without causing harm to civilians or innocents?" Lorna gestured towards the hologram of the pagoda.
"The Amber Moon Spire, like most Imperium buildings, has a central power room with a panel that can only be accessed by individuals with high Aether reserves and psionic abilities. If a Psi Lynx were to disable the power supply using this method, another could enter and exit undetected," Diego explained while pointing at the pagoda. "We''ve chosen the perfect candidate for this task, but he is "
The doors opened once again, and Emmanuel walked into the room confidently, sporting his battle-worn combat armor. The matte finish of his gear stood out against his deep, dark skin. His locs cascaded down his shoulders as he made his way to the table, exuding both casualness and composure in his expression.
"Manny, youre late," Diego frowned upon seeing Emmanuel.
"Apologies, Diego. Had an appointment with Doctor Nikki," Emmanuel replied as he took a seat next to Lorna on her right side. The scent of a rich earthy musk filled the air around him, adding an air of ruggedness to the sterile environment. "So did I miss anything?"
"Diego just assigned you to manipulate this building''s power supply on our next mission," Lorna stated while pointing at the hologram with her palm facing up.
"So, just like that mission we did in Hanoi?" Emmanuel asked, looking over the hologram as he leaned his head on his hand. "Whats Lorna going to do, then?"
"Im glad you asked," Diego replied with a smile. "Lorna will be tasked with going to the Main Server Room and retrieving the target item the Moondust Crystals data. Meanwhile, Thomas and I will be standing by on my StarWhale shuttle in case of any unforeseen contingencies "
"Okay. Stop right there, amigo," Emmanuel said with a wave of his hand. "Sounds like youre assigning Lorna to the most dangerous part of the mission. Let me do it instead."
"No need for that. Lorna is more than capable" Diego began to stand up from his seat.
"I''m sure she is," Emmanuel interrupted, pointing at Diego. "But I have some tricks up my sleeve as well. I could sneak into the Main Server Room using my psionic cloaking spells and retrieve the data undetected. It''s a perfect opportunity for me to test them out."
"But we don''t know what challenges may arise, Manny," Diego calmly raised a finger. "There could be ZenFusion employees patrolling the area. Are you prepared to rely on your words instead of your weapons?"
"Hmm," Emmanuel stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Cant remember the last time I did that."
"Manny, its okay. I can do this," Lorna turned to Emmanuel, giving him a smile that did not reach her eyes.
"Very well then. You know your strengths, Lorna," Emmanuel nodded in agreement, seemingly satisfied with their brief exchange.
"While we don''t have complete intelligence on the Crystal''s capabilities, keeping it from the Imperium is paramount," Otis said, adjusting his glasses. "Particularly given recent developments."
Emmanuel leaned forward. "You mean their new deal with Moscovia? The weapons trading?"
"Among other things," Diego replied, his fingers dancing across the quantum laptop. New holograms materialized C satellite imagery of massive construction projects across Mars and Venus. "The Imperium isn''t just fighting Radi-Mons anymore. The Pentagon has become increasingly confident that they''re studying them. Weaponizing them."
"Absurdity," Thomas interjected, his bionic hand clenching. "Those Imperials never give up."
"They believe they can control them," Otis cut in. "And if our intelligence about the Crystal is accurate, they might be right." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "Imagine the Imperium with an army of controlled Radi-Mons. They''d be unstoppable."
Lorna''s mind flashed to the Diabolisk in the lab below, to its human DNA. "So while we''re fighting these monsters, the Imperium''s trying to turn them into weapons?"
"It gets worse," Diego said quietly. "We have reports of Imperial scientists working with captured specimens. Experimenting. Breeding." The last word hung in the air like poison.
Emmanuel swore under his breath. "And now they''re after something that could control them all."
"I''ll take the mission," Lorna said, her voice carrying steel. The churning in her gut wasn''t just fear anymore C it was anger. "If the Imperium wants to play with monsters, they can deal with us instead."
"The building has an underground Helionite sewage system," Diego continued, bringing up new schematics. "Connected to a nearby Starport. Minimal guards, access to a cargo lift." His expression hardened. "But remember C no public engagements. The last thing we need is to give the Imperium an excuse for open warfare while they''re building their monster army."
"When do we start?" she asked, her voice steady despite the churning in her gut.
"Tomorrow," Otis replied. "Their main forces will be occupied with military exercises in the South China Sea." He looked each of them in the eye. "We have one shot at this. Make it count."
13:20, February 7, 2295
168th Floor, Stardust Command, 1901 Patriot Way, Evanston, IL 60201, Terra Alliance territory
The trip down from the 170th floor felt longer than usual. Lorna stood alone in the Quantum Lift, watching the numbers tick down, until it stopped at the 88th. The doors opened to reveal Thomas waiting, his bionic arm reflecting the corridor''s stark lighting, the luster of his blonde hair mirroring hers.
"Mind if I ride down with you?" he asked, though he was already stepping inside.
Lorna shifted to make room, noting how he positioned himself closer than necessary in the spacious lift. "Sure."
"Listen," Thomas began as the doors closed. "About what I said last month"
"Thomas." She turned to face him fully, taking in his earnest expression, the way his bionic hands flexed unconsciously. "You''re a good man. What happened during that vacation in Boston And in Chicago... It was good."
"But?" he said.
"ButI''m not looking for what you''re offering." She softened her tone, remembering the way he''d fought beside her against the Diabolisk, how his metal arms had shielded her from its flames. "The timing isn''t right. And honestly? I don''t think it ever will be."
The lift continued its descent, floors whispering past. Thomas''s jaw worked for a moment before he spoke. "Is this about Emmanuel?"
A small smile played at Lorna''s lips. "It''s about me. Emmanuel understands that. We enjoy each other''s company without expectations." She straightened her shoulders. "I like my freedom, Thomas. And after what we learned today about the Imperium, about these women being used..." She touched her pendant again, an unconscious gesture. "I need to stay focused."
The lift slowed, approaching the ground floor. Thomas nodded slowly, his metallic fingers no longer fidgeting. "I understand. Just be careful, alright?"
"Always am." The doors opened to the lobby, its marble floors gleaming under crystal chandeliers. "Besides, you''ll be watching my back from Diego''s StarWhale."
"That''s not what I meant," he replied, disappointment lacing his voice.
Lorna stepped out of the elevator, then turned back to face him. "I know. Thanks for understanding."
He managed a smile, though it didn''t quite reach his eyes. "Lets give them hell tomorrow."
"Count on it." She watched the doors close, waited until the lift began its ascent, then pulled out her Quantum Watch. Her fingers moved swiftly across its cerulean holographic interface.
"Hey, Manny. Still up for that drink tonight?" she typed into her watch.
The response came almost immediately: "Quantum Pour? 21:00?"
Lorna smiled, already thinking of the gray sofa in her usual booth, of conversations that wouldn''t demand more than she could give. Perfect.
She stepped out into the Evanston evening, her trench coat flowing behind her in the winter wind. Above, the stars were emerging one by one, like distant watches in the growing dark. Tomorrow would bring danger, secrets, and perhaps answers to questions she''d carried since childhood. But tonight was hers to spend as she pleased.
The pendant felt warm against her skin as she walked away from the towering spire, leaving the day''s responsibilities behind.
Ch10 Xin IV: Firewall Breach
16:35, February 7, 2295
Prison 28, 111F, Amber Moon Spire (), ZenFusion Taipei branch,
No. 7, Section 5, Xinyi District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
"Please, keep her safe. Keep Ume safe..." Xin whispered, the word barely escaping his lips as his heart thudded within his chest. Desperation clawed at his gut with icy fingers, each exhale misting the cool air of his dimly lit cell.
His hands were bound behind him, chafing against the unyielding durasteel cuffs that glinted with an indifferent luster in the sparse light. Above him, ceiling lights flickered intermittently, almost mockingly, across the walls.
The guards patrolled the corridors with mechanical precision, their boots thumping a relentless rhythm on the hard floor.
"Bodhisattva, please keep Ume safe " Xin spoke again, panting.
"Wu Zhi-Xin," one guard warned as he walked by, the underlying threat in his voice clear. "You keep whimpering like a dog, your dinner today will be forfeit."
Xin turned silent. The constant hum of surveillance cameras provided an eerie soundtrack, the unblinking eyes recording his every move with cold indifference.
"Attend to the other cells. Let me handle this," a silky contralto voice suddenly called from the other end of the corridor, distant yet unmistakable. His head snapped up, hope surging for a moment.
The sound of footsteps approached again, slower this time. He noticed the shadow of a woman standing just outside his cell, the prison guards all bowing deeply to her before scattering away, getting out of sight.
"I dont care what drove you to commit your crimes," Dilinur''s voice filled the empty, sterile cell as she entered. Her crimson robe rustled as she took a seat across from Xin, her gaze intense as she studied him. "What I do care about is the Moondust Crystal. Now, tell me the master key to the Cluster 6865."
"What''s in it for me?" Xin avoided meeting Dilinur''s gaze as he asked.
"You have no right to negotiate with me," Dilinur reminded, pointing a finger at him. Her long black fingernail, sharp and pristine like an obsidian jewel, emphasized her point. "I can torture you with my spells until you talk."
An uneasy silence hung between them as Xin bowed his head.
"Thenwhy haven''t you used them yet?" Xin lifted his head to meet Dilinur''s gaze.
Dilinur sighed and lowered her hand. "You''re always like this. I wish Id never met you."
"Listen, Dinu," Xin leaned forward and used her nickname. "I did some research in the library the other day. In ancient times, there was a kingdom called the Uyghur Khaganate."
"Xin, stop," Dilinur''s posture faltered and her voice became emotional. "We both know that the Deep Net only hosts fake news and false history."
"That''s exactly what the Imperium wants you to think!" Xin lowered his voice as he continued. "Our world wasn''t always like this, Dinu. Centuries ago, your people and mine had their own countries, cultures, and places to call home."
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"They do not justify what you''ve done." Dilinur pointed a finger at him, her voice now harsher. "The Imperium has offered you stability and protection. By tampering with U6-M9, you''ve betrayed not just the Imperium, but also Nakamura, who spent countless hours perfecting the Da-Ji neural network."
"No, I honor him." Xin straightened. "If Ume can learn and remember just like us, if she''s indistinguishable from humans in every way that matters, shouldn''t she be treated the same? Doesn''t she deserve rights?"
"Selfish!" Dilinur''s voice intensified, though her eyes briefly softened, contradicting her harsh tone. "You have such privilege. You have so much others would envy, and all you can think about is yourself and your...pleasure."
"What happened to Dinu, the Flower of Class C?" Xin''s voice remained measured, even as he invoked her old university title. "The valedictorian who quoted Tang poetry about hopes and dreams? Remember when you told Professor Chang that true advancement comes from questioning, not compliance?"
Dilinur''s jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "I chose responsibilities," she said, placing her hand on her chest. "Because unlike you, I have to send every Atomic Dollar I make back to that excuse of a man I call ''father'' so he can spend it all on those glorified whores called Leased Lilies, while my mother stays confined in Kashgar Insane Asylum!"
Xin fell silent. This was the same point that Dilinur always brought up whenever their arguments strayed too close to uncomfortable truths. But today, he saw something different in her eyesnot just anger, but a flicker of the person she had once been.
"I put my family before myself, always," she challenged, her voice slightly quieter. "Can you say the same?"
"No," Xin admitted with a bitter half-smile. "But I believe we both deserve better than what the Imperium has offered us. You once believed that too." With what little movement he could muster, he tapped his index finger on the metal table between them.
Suddenly, a deep and ominous voice echoed from somewhere below them, causing Xin to shiver with fear. It vibrated through the entire space, sending chills down his spine as it spoke in an unknown language. "*Lt mik lausan, ormar! Mttur minn er yer rskiljanlegur*."
"What was that?" Xin muttered nervously, looking around in his cell.
"Dilinur here," Dilinur said into a small device implanted in her left ear canal. "Go to the 97th floor and tranquilize Subject S now!"
"That voice didn''t sound human," Xin exclaimed, still trying to process what had just happened. "Do you keep Radi-Mons locked up here too?"
"None of your concern," Dilinur snapped back. "Just give me the master key and Ill leave you be. Is that clear?"
"If I told you the master key, would you ensure Ume''s safety?" Xin asked.
The room grew quiet once again, and Dilinur spoke up as she pulled out a black holopad and started typing on it. "Give me the master key, and I''ll tell you about Ume."
"Jiu-Xing-744840, followed by the English sequence ''o-g-h-u-z''," Xin recited confidently, his eyes lingering on Dilinur.
Dilinur''s device let out a melodic beep as she turned to him, her expression a mix of relief and irritation. "Did you really have to make it so long and complicated?"
"It''s not complicated; it''s the name and year of the Khaganate," Xin replied with a hint of pride.
Dilinur let out another sigh and tucked her pad back into her robe, avoiding Xin''s gaze as she said, "Your android companion, Ume, has been sent away. She will be decommissioned."
"Decommissioned?" Xin''s voice rose in realization. "No, you can''t do that! It''s murder!"
"We will reset her memory, but keep her exterior intact," Dilinur retorted, turning to face Xin. "No murder is committed."
"No! You''re erasing her soul!" Xin''s words were filled with anger. "This is consciousness we''re talking about; please tell me where theyre taking her!"
"Nothing I can do about it!" Dilinur stood up, tears welling in her pearl-like, lustrous eyes.
"Dilinur, I beg of you! You are the Prefect; people listen to you, you have to do something " Xin pleaded, bowing his head in desperation.
"Maa-nikya Su-shup-ti!" Dilinur chanted as she pointed her finger at Xin''s head.
Xin''s mind began to drift as the world around him blurred into a crimson haze. His body slumped against the wall, his head hitting it with a sickening thud. Through gritted teeth and fading consciousness, he desperately gasped out one final plea.
"SaveUme...please..." The words echoed in the air, haunting and full of despair as Xin succumbed to darkness, his fate uncertain.
Ch11 Lorna V: Doggystyle
21:21, February 7, 2295
Booth K21, The Quantum Pour, 1820 Maple Avenue, Evanston, IL 60201, Terra Alliance territory
Lorna lounged on a gray sofa, propped up against a black marble table as she gazed at the nearby wall in the booth.
A gentle chime preceded Emmanuel''s arrival, his face materializing on the table''s holographic display. "Hey."
"Come in," she called, smoothing the dark blouse beneath her blue blazer as the white door slid open with a whisper.
Emmanuel entered with the easy grace of a soldier who''d learned to move in high society. His gray suit fit perfectly, highlighting his athletic build while speaking of taste and wealth. "Nice night for plotting international espionage," he said with a grin.
Lorna returned his smile, patting the sofa beside her. "I just wanted a drink with good company before we risk starting World War Four tomorrow."
"Always the optimist." Emmanuel settled beside her, close but not too close. His cologne carried hints of earth and spice. "Shall we order?"
Effortlessly, Lorna tapped her fingers on the marble table and a holographic menu appeared in the air. She selected an item and within moments, Emmanuel did the same.
Shortly after, their drinks were swiftly teleported to their table with a soft hum, ready for them to enjoy.
Lornas drink, a glass of Italicus Spritz, shimmered invitingly under the neon lights, the pale liquid sparkling with effervescence. The floral cocktail exuded an enchanting aroma, blending the scents of lavender and rose with the zesty brightness of ripe citrus. Ice cubes clinked softly in the glass, while two green olives skewered on a sleek metal pick floated elegantly, enhancing its cool allure.
Emmanuels glass of Sobolo, by contrast, was a deep, luscious crimson, rich and inviting. The drink, made from hibiscus leaves and infused with the spicy warmth of ginger, exuded a heady, aromatic blend that teased the senses.
"That''s new for you," Emmanuel noted, nodding at her choice.
"Thought I''d try something different." She lifted the glass, letting the floral aroma of lavender and rose mingle with bright citrus notes. "Like this mission ahead of us. No Radi-Mons to kill this time."
Emmanuel leaned back, draping one arm across the sofa. "Just Imperial Bloodtroopers, dead-eye Peons, shy civilians who could turn out to be spies, and any nasty surprise we don''t know about yet." He made a shooting gesture with his free hand. "Almost makes me miss the predictability of Diabolisks."
"Please," Lorna rolled her eyes, tucking one leg under herself as she turned to face him. "You''re just upset you won''t get to show off your cloaking spells."
"Hey, I still think I should be the one going in." He sat up straighter, his expression growing serious. "The Main Server Room is"
"Unknown to us, I know." Lorna cut him off with a playful poke to his chest. "But the Director is right. If something goes wrong, talking works better than shooting."
"And you think your..." Emmanuel gestured vaguely at her entire form, a knowing smirk playing on his lips, "natural advantages will help?"
"Are you calling me pretty, Mister Boateng?" She raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile.
"I''m calling you dangerous, Miss Weiss," he replied, reaching for his Sobolo. "Those Imperials won''t know what hit them."
"Good. That''s the plan." Lorna took another sip of her spritz, then set it down with sudden intensity. "But seriously, Manny C this Crystal. If what Otis says is true, if it can really control the Radi-Mons..."
"It could change everything." Emmanuel''s playful demeanor faded. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "No more reactive missions. No more watching cities fall while we chase shadows. We could finally take the fight to them."
"Or the Imperium could use it to build themselves a monster army." Lorna''s fingers found her pendant unconsciously. "After what they did in Scandinavia..."
"You sound personally offended," he said as he shifted on the sofa.
"Anyone with a conscience would be." She forced herself to relax her fingers. "Did you know they used to have these amazing fusion laboratories in Oslo? The architecture alone C these beautiful crystalline spires built right into the fjords..."
"Interesting details for classified sites," Emmanuel mused. "I don''t remember that being in our briefings. Ever."
Lorna shifted. "I do my research. Know your enemy, right?"
"You seem to know a lot about that part of the world." His tone was casual, but his dark eyes held curiosity. "Especially the northern regions. Last week, you were talking about Svalbard like you''d seen it firsthand."
"My upbringing was... unconventional." She set her glass down, fighting the urge to touch the pendant hidden beneath her blouse. "Also, being a Psi Lynx means you learn weird knowledge while traveling across planets and moons."
"Speaking of knowledge," Emmanuel''s tone remained casual, but his eyes were sharp. "Wie ist dein Deutsch? Most Valorans I meet, especially with a name like Weiss, they can''t stop showing off their German."
"I... prefer English." She took another sip of her Spritz .
"Really? Not even a little Guten Tag?" He was teasing now, but watching her closely. "No favorite Schiller quotes? No strong opinions on whether Bremen or Hamburg has the best Christmas markets?"
"You seem to know a lot about it," Lorna deflected, forcing a smile.
"My time in Europe was educational. Did you know there''s this fascinating tradition in Bavaria "
"Tell me more about the mission," Lorna cut in, perhaps too abruptly. "The Amber Moon Spire''s security systems"
"Now who''s changing subjects? But alright." Emmanuel grinned as he leaned back, studying her. "Remember President Harrison''s birthday gala last year? When you somehow knew exactly where the best viewpoint was in the White House East Room?"
Lorna smiled despite herself. "That was a good night. Harrison and Victor looked so happy together."
"They always do," Emmanuel nodded. "Fifteen years of marriage and they still look at each other like newlyweds. Makes you believe in something lasting."
"Victor''s toast was beautiful," Lorna said, grateful for the momentary diversion. "All that stuff about finding home in another person, no matter what planet you''re on."
Emmanuel''s expression softened. "I noticed you were quite moved by that speech."
"Maybe I was," she admitted. "But we were talking about your cultural observations."
"Right," Emmanuel''s serious gaze returned. "You can describe the exact layout of pre-war Lund''s university district, but you don''t react to German cultural references, or basic French. Not very Valoran of you."
"Maybe I''m not like most Valorans," Lorna said, her voice carrying an edge she instantly regretted.
A heavy moment passed between them. The way Emmanuel seeped his Sobolo was thoughtful, analytical C the look he got when piecing together intelligence in the field.
"No," he said slowly. "You''re definitely not."
Lorna felt the weight of her pendant against her skin, the metal suddenly cold. She needed to end this line of questioning. Now.
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"You know what I am, though?" She let her voice drop to a sultry whisper, shifting closer as she put her drink away. Her hand then found his thigh. "In the mood for...something hot."
"Lorna ?" He placed his glass on the table.
"I can think of much better uses for that analytical mind of yours." Her fingers traced higher.
She saw the moment Emmanuel decided to let it go, though something in his eyes told her these questions weren''t forgotten, merely postponed. But that was a problem for another day. Tonight, she had other ways to keep him from prying too deeply into her carefully constructed identity.
"You''re impossible," he murmured, but his hand was already sliding around her waist.
"That''s why you like me." She moved closer, letting the heat between them erase the tension of their previous conversation. Some mysteries, she decided, were better left unsolved.
Emmanuel''s resistance melted under her touch, though questions still lingered in his eyes. "Whatever you say, Fr?ulein."
Lorna hid her lack of reaction to the German endearment by closing the distance between them, her fingers finding his neck. Some truths were better left unspoken, especially on nights like these.
She shed away the blue blazer, placed down her pendant on the table, and kicked her heels away on the floor, the dark blouse hugging her curves in all the right places, promising untold delights beneath its sleek surface.
"Sex, Manny," she whispered in a husky tone, her breath tinged with the scent of alcohol and her lavender perfume. The space between them crackled with electric anticipation. Her hand found its way to his groin, her touch insistent.
"Hey, Lorna, I love doing it with you. I really do," His voice was a low growl, fighting against his overwhelming desire. "ButI want us to be more."
Their proximity blurred into a dance of power and vulnerability. Lorna''s hand, still lingering, promised solace in a reality where pleasure and pain often wore the same mask.
"Manny," she purred, tracing her throat with her other hand before resting it on her thigh, "I just need to blow off some steam. Dont you want to?"
Emmanuels response was lost in his thoughts, "ButI want it to mean something."
"What''s the point? We could all die or catch the Nucleus Virus tomorrow. Why complicate things?" Lorna shrugged nonchalantly, leaning in closer.
"You know, I asked Doctor Nikki. She told me that Hot Fusion feels a lot better when it''s with someone you truly care for," Emmanuel countered, his voice a mix of stern warning but disarmed by the proximity of her irresistible charm.
In response, Lorna''s hand moved boldly and unabashedly, pressing against him through the fabric of his pants, her voice a velvet caress against his earlobe. "Stop thinking, Manny. Just feel."
"I feel it." In that moment, the last bastion of Emmanuel''s restraint crumbled beneath the onslaught of her insistence. He rose on the sofa, as the primal part of him roared to life.
The dance of undressing was charged with the urgency of their quests. His hands moved to undress her pants and underwear, peeling away layers of protection and pretense. The fabrics yielded, revealing the ivory expanse of her lower body.
Lornas movement was quicker than his, her nimble fingers making quick work of the armor that shielded him. As each piece fell to the floor, a symphony of clinks and whispers, she beheld the chiseled sculpture of muscle and sinew on him. She licked her lips, savoring the scent of warm musk emanating from his torso.
"Beautiful," she breathed, running her hands across his six-pack abs, the ridges and valleys of his strength.
Emmanuel''s hands, steady and deliberate, traced the curve of Lorna''s waist, his fingers slipping beneath the hem of her blouse. The fabric peeled away like a second skin, revealing the pale luminescence of her breasts, unconfined by lace or wire.
"Still not wearing a bra?" Emmanuel said as his eyes drank in the sight of her bare flesh.
"No. Never much liked it." Lorna bit her lower lip as she caressed her own breasts.
"Mmm," he murmured, his voice a low hum that vibrated with primal need. Emmanuel descended upon her, lips finding the rosy peaks of her nipples, tongue swirling in fervent worship. Each suckle was punctuated by Lorna''s sensual moans, echoing back from the walls around them like a choir of carnal spirits.
Lorna''s back arched as she pressed her mounds into the heat of Emmanuel''s mouth, her breaths coming in short, rapturous gasps. Her hands tangled in the locs cascading over his shoulders, urging him closer.
"More, Manny" she whispered, a command cloaked in velvet.
But Emmanuel ventured. He lifted his head and sought her lips, aiming to fuse their breaths, their essence, in a kiss that would transcend the boundaries of mere pleasure.
But Lorna pulled back, a sudden flinch on her features. The feral glint in her eye dulled, replaced by a glimmer of unease a fleeting glimpse of the vulnerability she so often masked.
"Emmanuel?" she reminded gently, the sway of intoxication lacing her words, "No quantum bonds."
"Yeah, thats fine," he soothed, his disappointment swiftly banished by concern. His touch gentled, a feathery contrast to the fervor of moments before. "So, Bone Fiend Dive?"
"Bone Fiend Dive," Lorna nodded, her consent a silent pardon. With care, he guided her onto her hands and knees, the leather of the sofa cool against her skin. To her, the position was one of raw power, of instinct qualities Lorna wielded like weapons, even as her body yielded to the thrust of his passion.
With her Psi Lynx instincts tingling, she leaned forward on all fours, her knees and ankles sinking into the cushioned sofa, as Emmanuel positioned himself on his knees behind her, his engorged member entering her womanhood from behind, eliciting from Lorna a throaty moan that resonated within their soundproof booth.
Emmanuel''s broad ebony palms anchored Lorna''s hips as he aligned himself with her. The world outside faded into irrelevance as they succumbed to the primal cadence of flesh against flesh.
"Your Aether, Manny," Lorna panted between moans, sensing the intensity of Emmanuels thrusts. "Put it on my skin."
"Yeah," Emmanuel replied in a guttural tone of bliss, matching Lorna''s coarse breaths. "I will, Lorna."
With every powerful thrust, Emmanuel''s hands molded Lorna''s form, a tactile sonnet composed upon the canvas of her waist and arse.
"Yeah," she gasped as her eyes now fluttered shut, lashes casting feathery shadows upon her high cheekbones, sculpted in the half-light like the most polished marble. "Thats the spot"
A primal excitement overtook Lorna, awakening her inner beast and igniting the most innate rawness of her being. Her breath hitched with every movement as she approached the edge of ecstasy. There, Lorna''s moans crescendoed, an ode to her untamed nature.
"Deeper, E," she commanded, her voice laced with the intoxication of power and pleasure. "Go deeper!"
His response was not in words but in action, his body a relentless force driving into hers, the sound of flesh meeting flesh punctuating the air. Each movement carved out a space where only they existed, two beings intertwined in the paradox of dominance and surrender.
"Freiheit," she whispered into the void, the German word for freedom, a talisman against the shackles of a world too eager to impose its will.
"Freiheit," Emmanuel echoed back, also closing his eyes.
For several minutes, their coupling continued without any further speech. Emmanuel''s deep moans harmonized with Lorna''s crystalline cries as they lost themselves in a raw symphony of flesh and desire, inching closer to their shared climax. No words were necessary; they both knew exactly what this was.
Just before reaching climax, Emmanuel pulled away from Lorna''s velvety depths and spilled his seed onto her backside, filling the room with the scent of citrus and chlorine.
Some droplets landed on her dark blouse, making it damp, while others trickled down onto her round buttocks. A few even reached the back of Lorna''s head and tangled in her blonde hair, blending with the golden strands like white sauce coating spaghetti. She could sense the warm traces of his release trailing down her bare thighs, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.
From within Lornas womanhood, thin streams of Emmanuels sticky essence mixed in with her own fluid, dripped down, staining the sofa beneath her.
Lorna sighed contentedly, her icy blue eyes flickering open as she relaxed into the post-coital glow. Dilated pupils reflected her pleasure as she exhaled sharply, gradually slowing down until she whispered. "Your Aether smells different. Been eating fruits?"
"Yeah," With a tender yet possessive strength, Emmanuel shifted, flipping Lorna onto her back as he pulled out. His ebony form enveloped her, the weight of his body grounding her flighty euphoria. He nestled into the valley of her breasts, his head cradled by the supple curves, eyes closing. "Orangeslemons."
"Hmm" Smiling, Lorna''s fingers lazily traced patterns through his locs, finding comfort in the familiar texture. With her keen sense of smell, She could always tell what someone had eaten by the scent and taste of their semen where a mans Aether is contained.
"You know," Emmanuel steadied his breathing, his voice deep and steady. "Last month, I did Hot Fusion with Jessica. We went Deep Core."
"Jessica. Directors secretary?" Lornas voice was husky with satisfaction.
"Yeah, but she''s not the secretary anymore. Director Otis caught her funneling funds to the Imperium and fired her," Emmanuel raised his head to look into Lorna''s eyes
"Thats unfortunate." Lorna tilted her head slightly, feeling their sweaty bodies pressed together. "So, you went Deep Core?"
"Yeah, the whole way," Emmanuel nodded, his locs brushing against Lorna''s bare skin. "But last week, she came to me with proof of pregnancy. Made me feel bad, but I told her to get abortion. Paid for it, too. Couldn''t see myself starting a family with her."
"Well, you both made your own choices," Lorna said calmly as she ran her fingers through Emmanuel''s hair.
"There''s one person in SIMU I would want to start a family with, though." Emmanuel''s eyes reflected hope as he gazed into Lorna''s cerulean eyes. "I''ve even thought about how we could both have careers and be good parents. I could apply for an Advisor position and she could teach at Boston Psionic University. I heard theyve been looking for someone skilled in the Lunar school "
"I''m sorry, Manny," Lorna interjected firmly, sadness creeping into her tone as she met Emmanuel''s gaze. "No bonds."
Emmanuel let out a resigned sigh against her skin, understanding their unspoken agreement. "No bonds," he echoed, sealing it with his words.
When midnight struck, they would sober up and return to separate homes, but until then, nothing would disturb their uninhibited freedom.
Ch12 Dilinur I: Crimson Courtroom
06:00, February 10, 2295
Prefect''s Study, No. 1 Zhongshan S Rd, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
Dawn crept across Taipei, dispersing shadows from the corners of Dilinur''s study. Her raven-black hair was gathered in an elaborate updo, secured by a hairpin bearing a blood-red gem that caught the light. A few strands had escaped, betraying hours spent reviewing the footage rather than maintaining the immaculate appearance expected of an Imperial Prefect.
"Play it again," she commanded, her voice steady despite the churning in her stomach.
The central display flickered to life, showing a woman strapped to an interrogation chair. Blood trickled from the subject''s nose as Dilinur''s recorded voice spoke through speakers: "The Crystal''s location. One more time."
The real Dilinur watched herself work, each motion a reminder of what survival in the Imperium demanded. The black silk of her robe whispered against the floor as she stepped closer, its dragon embroidery catching the light from the displays.
She paused the recording at the moment the subject''s skin began to bubble under her Eclipse spells. Her own reflection in the screen showed eyes that matched the prisoner''s C haunted, trapped, yet unable to stop playing their assigned roles.
"The Vault ofPrimal Urges," the prisoner finally relented. "But an oppressed soul like yourself will never understand its power."
The image zoomed, revealing eyes dilated with terror. But there C just before the screaming began C a micro-expression that hadn''t registered during the session.
"She knew what I was," Dilinur whispered. "What we both were C servants pretending to be masters."
A message pulsed on her fusion-powered terminal: ''GOVERNOR QIN ARRIVING VIA HOLOGRAM IN 45 MINUTES. COURT ASSEMBLY REQUIRED.''
Dilinur''s fingers traced the outline of her jade hairpin, an old tell she''d never quite eliminated. How many more sessions would it take before she stopped feeling each scream? Before she became the monster the Imperium wanted?
She turned instead to the window. Beyond the reinforced glass, Taipei''s skyline blazed with fusion-powered lights, every building a testament to Imperium dominance. The Amber Moon Spire pierced the clouds like a blade through flesh, its Main Server Cluster holding secrets worth killing for C or dying to protect.
A soft chime before another message popped: ''SUBJECT PROCESSED. ORGAN HARVEST SUCCESSFUL. AVAILABLE FOR USE. AT THE GENOME SEQUENCER.''
Dilinur''s hand tightened on her hairpin until her knuckles whitened. Another death, another "contribution" to the Imperium''s endless appetite for progress. She remembered the woman''s last words C something about family in Tainan. Would they ever know what happened to their daughter? Or would she simply vanish, like so many others who defied the Imperium''s will?
The amber glow from across the room drew her attention. The Genome Sequencer hummed quietly, its circular interface cycling through data as it processed the latest sample. Dilinur approached the machine, her reflection distorted in its polished surface.
"Sequencer! Status report," she commanded.
The Sequencer''s neutral feminine voice responded: "Primary sequencing complete. Genetic integration proceeding as scheduled. Current progress: 87%."
A three-dimensional holographic projection materialized above the machine, displaying the cellular structure forming within the subterranean vats beneath the building. What began as simple tissue samples harvested from failed revolutionaries was evolving into something monstrous C a bioweapon that could turn the tide against both Alliance incursions and Radi-Mon threats.
"Time projection until Flesh Pot reaches viable status?" she asked, studying the grotesque cellular formations.
"Seven Earth days until preliminary viability. Thirteen days until the Radi-Mon designated ''Flesh Pot'' is ready for combat," the machine responded.
Dilinur nodded, watching the cells divide and mutate. The rebel''s genetic material was proving exceptionally compatible with the Radi-Mon the Imperium had entrusted her with building. Perhaps the woman''s defiance in life would translate to ferocity in her contribution to the Imperium''s arsenal.
"Survival demands sacrifice," she murmured, the words bitter on her tongue. How many times had her superiors used that phrase to justify their cruelties? How many times had she repeated it to herself in the dark hours before dawn?
She dismissed the projection with a wave of her hand. The machine continued its work, amber light pulsing rhythmically as it transmitted instructions to the cultivation chambers below. Flesh Pot would be her creation C a living weapon born from the remains of those who had defied the Imperium. A monster crafted by someone who feared becoming monstrous herself.
She adjusted her robe, ensuring the dragon embroidery aligned perfectly. Every detail mattered when dealing with Governor Qin. The man might appear via hologram, but his appetite for protocol was legendary. One wrong move, one slip in etiquette, and all her careful work C all the compromises she''d made to reach this position C would crumble.
A third message flashed: ''UNUSUAL ENERGY SIGNATURES DETECTED AT AMBER MOON SPIRE. LEVEL 50. SECURITY PROTOCOLS ENGAGING.''
Dilinur''s hand froze on her hairpin. The Crystal''s data was stored on level 117. If someone was attempting to access it from below... but no. She couldn''t investigate yet. Not with Governor Qin''s audience looming. The court would have to come first C another performance in the endless theater of power that kept her people safe. Or at least, that''s what she told herself each time she donned the Prefect''s robes.
In the Imperium, survival meant playing the game, climbing the ladder, until you reached a position where you could actually make a difference.
If anyone lived that long.
She squared her shoulders, chin lifting with practiced dignity. The dragons on her robe seemed to writhe in the dawn light as she moved toward the door. Behind her, the Genome Sequencer continued its silent work, creating life from death, weaving together flesh and technology into something unholy.
The morning''s court session would determine not just the fate of the Moondust Crystal data, that rogue programmer, and his android C but whether she could maintain this precarious balance between duty and humanity.
After all, fear knew no ethnicity. And Dilinur Altai had learned to weaponize her own terror long ago.
06:30, February 10, 2295
Prefects Court, 88F, Amber Moon Spire (), ZenFusion Taipei branch, No. 7, Section 5, Xinyi District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
"The Prefect has arrived!" The Bloodtrooper manning the door declared.
The heavy doors of the Prefect''s Court swung open with a resonant clang. Morning light streamed through tall windows, across the marble floor. The chamber wasn''t large C the Imperium preferred intimacy for its acts of governance C but its walls were adorned with tapestries depicting dragons ascending to heaven, a reminder of divine mandate that felt more like a threat.
Unlike the Alliance''s underground approach or the Directorate''s distributed systems, the Imperium displayed its fusion prowess openly. The chamber''s entire eastern wall was transparent, revealing a massive Zephyrium processing core that bathed the room in ethereal amber-hued light. The crystalline structure, easily five stories tall, pulsed with barely contained energy that made the air taste of ozone and possibility.
Dilinur had always found it telling that the Imperium positioned their fusion cores where everyone could see them - symbols of power meant to inspire awe and submission. Helionite disposal tubes snaked through the building''s architecture like luminous green veins, their glow mixing with the morning sun to cast everything in an otherworldly hue.
"At ease. We have much to discuss today," she said as she strode to her elevated seat, each step measured. Below her position, arranged in a crescent, sat the various secretaries and officers who helped maintain the Imperium''s grip on Taiwan. Their faces were masks of careful neutrality, but she felt their scrutiny. Every session was a test of her worthiness to rule them.
To her right stood Cheng Wei, her Seneschal, a pillar of crimson armor and unwavering loyalty. His sharp features remained stoic, but she caught the slight tension in his jaw C he''d seen the morning''s reports too. The dragon motifs on his armor caught the light as he shifted, a mirror to her own robes'' embroidery.
"Governor Qin''s transmission will begin momentarily," announced a technician, adjusting the holographic projector at the center of the chamber.
Shazmeen Varma, the Secretary of Province, sat in her designated place with coiled grace. Her dark skin and striking features stood out among the predominantly Han Chinese officials C another "outsider" the Imperium had found useful. The intricate patterns in her braided hair and the golden threads in her robes spoke of wealth and influence, but Dilinur knew better than to trust such displays.
"Prefect Altai," Shazmeen''s voice carried a hint of amusement, "I trust the morning''s intelligence has been illuminating?"
Before Dilinur could respond, the air shimmered and Governor Zu-Shao Qin''s hologram materialized. Even through the blue-tinted projection, his presence commanded attention. His bald head and sharp features gave him a predatory aspect, while his robes C black and crimson, like dried blood on shadows C seemed to absorb the light around them.
"Remarkable," Shao''s voice filled the chamber, rich with scorn, "how our Prefect manages to arrive precisely on schedule, while the Crystal''s data remains frustratingly elusive."
Dilinur inclined her head, just enough to show respect without submission. "Governor, the data is secured in the level 117 cluster. Our engineers have verified"
"Verification means nothing without results," Shao cut her off. "The Emperor grows impatient. While our forces battle the Alliance across the Five Realms, we''re meant to trust the most significant discovery of the age to...a band of Unblooded and outsiders?"
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The slight pause before those last words made their meaning clear. Unblooded. Outsider. Temporary convenience.
"My lord," Dilinur kept her voice steady, "perhaps we should discuss the latest developments regarding"
A commotion at the chamber''s entrance interrupted her. Two Bloodtroopers entered, their crimson armor catching the morning light. Between them stood a prisoner in simple clothes, his face bearing fresh bruises.
"Apologies for the interruption," the first trooper announced, "but we''ve captured a rebel courier. Claims to have information about Alliance movements near the Crystal''s suspected location."
Dilinur felt Shao''s holographic gaze sharpen with interest. She recognized the look C a predator scenting blood.
"Well then, Prefect," Shao''s lips curved in what might have been a smile, "shall we see how provincial management handles this opportunity?"
Dilinur studied the prisoner. Young C barely twenty, she guessed. Local features, but his bearing suggested military training. The bruises were precise, methodical. The Bloodtroopers had known exactly how much force to use.
"Speak," she commanded.
The prisoner lifted his chin, defiant despite his bonds. "The Terra Alliance knows about the Crystal. They''re mobilizing a strike force. I can tell you where"
"You''d sacrifice your comrades so easily?" Dilinur''s voice carried just enough doubt to bait the hook.
"They''renot my comrades anymore." Blood trickled from his split lip as he spoke. "The Alliance s-s-scums... they''re working with the Emerald Directorate now. S-s-sharing intelligence about"
"The Alliance working with the apes?" A harsh laugh from Shao''s hologram cut through the chamber. "And Im the Mayor of Celestial Reach!"
The prisoner''s eyes widened slightly C a tell no amount of training could hide. Dilinur had seen that look before, in her surveillance recordings. The look of someone realizing their performance had failed.
"Allow me to demonstrate why the Emperor trusts Taiwan''s management," she rose smoothly from her seat, Eclipse energy beginning to coil around her fingers, "Maa-nik-ya Yaa-ta-naa!"
The first spell caught the prisoner in his throat, choking off whatever lie he''d been about to attempt. The second spell made his blood vessels visible through his skin, a map of vulnerabilities waiting to be exploited.
"Alliance movements?" she asked softly, letting him feel the pressure building in his arteries. "Or perhaps something about that disturbance we detected here in the Spire?"
His eyes betrayed him before he could speak. A quick glance toward the windows, toward the tower''s silhouette in the distance.
"Prefect," Cheng Wei stepped forward, his armor clanking, "the timing suggests"
"A diversion," Dilinur finished. She released her spell, letting the prisoner collapse gasping to the floor. "While we''re occupied here, someone else moves on the Crystal data."
Shao''s hologram flickered with barely contained fury. "If the Alliance breaches our servers "
"They won''t, Governor Qin," Dilinur cut in, earning shocked looks from the assembled officials. One did not simply interrupt the Governor. "Because this isn''t Alliance methodology. Their operatives don''t sacrifice pawns so inefficiently."
She turned to Shazmeen. "The prisoner''s accent. You noted it?"
A slow smile spread across the Secretary''s face. "Tainan inflections. Local resistance, not foreign agents."
"Remove him," Dilinur commanded. As the Bloodtroopers dragged the prisoner away, she turned back to Shao''s hologram. "My lord, this attempt at infiltration raises concerns about our other... guest at the Spire."
The chamber''s atmosphere shifted perceptibly. Even Shazmeen''s usual composure wavered slightly at the implicit reference.
"Subject S," Shao''s holographic features hardened. "Your midnight report indicated another failed conditioning attempt."
"The Radi-Mon''s resistance to our control methods is unprecedented," Dilinur acknowledged. "Even with our most advanced neural suppressants, Subject S maintains a disturbing level of autonomy. Yesterday''s test resulted in the loss of three more Bloodtroopers."
"And yet," Shao''s voice dripped with disdain, "despite these failures, you advocate maintaining him at the Spire?"
"The intelligence we''ve gathered suggests the Moondust Crystal could be key to severing this connection," Dilinur responded carefully. "Our translations of ancient Neptunian texts found in the Mainland indicate it was originally designed to suppress certain forms of consciousness."
Cheng Wei stepped forward, his crimson armor catching the light. "If I may, Prefect - our Conjurers sent an update. Subject S appears to possess a connection to something they call ''the Hivemind''. This entity reinforces his will against our interventions."
"But if we could adapt the Moondust Crystals property," Dilinur continued, "we wouldn''t just control Subject S. We could potentially subjugate entire Radi-Mon hordes."
Shao''s hologram flickered as he leaned forward, interest kindled behind his cold eyes. "Bold claims. What evidence supports this theory?"
Shazmeen rose from her seat, her golden-threaded robes catching the morning light. "The research facility in Hsinchu has completed preliminary analysis of Subject S''s neural patterns. They align remarkably with fragments we''ve decoded from the Crystal''s data structure."
"Our forces across the Five Realms are stretched thin containing Radi-Mon incursions and fighting those Alliance dogs. " Shao''s tone sharpened, "The Emperor questions why such a crucial task falls to provincial management."
The slight pause before those words made several officials shift uncomfortably in their seats. Dilinur felt the familiar weight of scrutiny C every Unblooded who rose through Imperial ranks lived beneath it.
"Precisely because our forces are engaged elsewhere, my lord," Dilinur countered smoothly. "Taiwan''s unique position C our technological infrastructure, our distance from major conflict zones, our expendability in the Emperor''s grand designs C makes us ideal for this endeaver."
"Not to mention," Shazmeen added, her voice like silk-wrapped steel, "small nations to the south are watching us, entertaining thoughts of joining the Emerald Directorate: the Republic of Bharat, the New Indonesian Kingdom, and more. Our ability to control Radi-Mons rather than merely destroy them could prove persuasive."
Shao''s holographic features remained impassive, but Dilinur recognized the calculating look in his eyes. The political implications weren''t lost on him.
"And what of our more immediate security concerns?" he asked finally. "This programmer and his... machine."
As if summoned by Qin''s words, the chamber''s displays flickered to life, showing security footage from the Amber Moon Spire. A Da-Ji android C U6-M9 C stood in her cell, hands pressed against the containment field. Unlike standard android behavior, she paced, her movements jarringly human.
"If you would, please observe," Dilinur manipulated the display with a gesture, splitting the screen to show multiple angles. "Three days of footage. She hasn''t entered standard charging mode once. No repetitive patterns. No routines."
"It, Dinu. That thing is no human," Shao''s hologram moved through the displays like a shark through dark water. "But ZenFusion''s pride in their Da-Ji line makes more sense now. They''ve created something that can perfectly mimic weakness."
The footage shifted to show Xin''s initial arrest. As the Bloodtroopers dragged him away, U6-M9 fought against her captors with unexpected ferocity. The audio crackled through the chamber: "I won''t comply! Let go of me!"
Several officials at their seats flinched at the android''s outburst. Even Cheng Wei''s stoic expression cracked slightly.
"An android that rejects direct commands," Shazmeen mused, rising to examine the footage more closely. Her shadow cut across the projections. "Fascinating, but irrelevant to our larger concerns. The resources required to study this anomaly would be better spent on Subject S."
"Unless," Dilinur stepped into the maze of projections, her figure intersecting with the frozen images of struggle, "there''s a connection we''re missing. Wu Zhi-Xin''s expertise in neural programming. His access to an Android Modifier no doubt off the black market C "
A low tremor shook the chamber, making the projections waver. Deep beneath their feet, the Helionite processing systems hummed with increased activity.
"You suspect he could assist with Subject S?" Qin asked, his hologram cutting through the displays to fix Dilinur with a penetrating stare.
"I suspect we shouldn''t be too hasty in dismissing either of them," Dilinur replied carefully. The dragons on her robe seemed to dance through the intersecting projections. "However, keeping them both at high security would strain our already limited resources."
"A cogent point." Shao gestured, and the projections shifted to display Amber Moon Spire''s security allocations. Red markers showed the concentration of Bloodtroopers around Subject S''s containment level. "Our forces are already stretched thin maintaining one high-risk prisoner. The android is..."
Another tremor, stronger this time, interrupted him. The quantum displays flickered, momentarily showing power fluctuations throughout the Spire.
"Merely a corporate asset that its user grew too attached to," Shazmeen finished, her fingers trailing through the holographic readouts. "A common enough failing among socially disconnected salarymen."
"True enough," Dilinur met Shao''s gaze through the shifting projections, "To that end, I suggest we place U6-M9 in Cargo Hold 6 of the Bishan Logistics Hub, under moderate security. If she''s truly just a malfunctioning android, we conserve resources. If she''s something more..." She let the implication hang in the air.
The chamber fell silent save for the deepening hum of fusion cores beneath their feet. Through the windows, Amber Moon Spire loomed against the morning sky, its upper levels disappearing into low clouds.
Shazmeen turned to face Shao''s hologram. "We have more pressing concerns than a lovesick programmer and his toy. Subject S''s latest readings show increasing neural activity. If we don''t strengthen our control soon"
The chamber''s lighting suddenly pulsed red. Emergency alerts cascaded across the quantum displays, transforming the dignified space into a chaos of warning signals and flashing data.
ALERT: SECURITY BREACHES DETECTED - AMBER MOON SPIRE LEVELS 48 THROUGH 51.
EVACUATION PROTOCOLS INITIATED.
The holographic displays shattered into fragments of data, emergency protocols overriding their careful analysis. Through the chaos of alerts, a new warning flashed:
CONTAINMENT BREACH RISK: SUBJECT S CHAMBER SHOWING UNUSUAL READINGS.
PSIONIC DAMPENERS AT 82% AND FALLING.
"Dinu," Shao''s voice cut through the cacophony of alarms, his hologram now the only stable projection in the chamber, "it seems your theories about resource allocation are being tested sooner than expected."
Dilinur''s hands moved through the scattered data streams, reconstructing the Spire''s security grid. "Multiple breach points... but the pattern is wrong. This is..."
"A coordinated assault, milady," Cheng Wei finished, his crimson armor reflecting the pulsing emergency lights.
"Thankfully away from the Main Server Room, where Crystal''s data sits," Dilinur''s fingers tightened on her hairpin.
Shazmeen was already moving, her golden-threaded robes catching the red emergency lights like flames. "I''ll contact ZenFusion security. The android and her programmer can wait."
Dilinur straightened. The dragons on her robe seemed to writhe in the pulsing emergency lights, their golden threads catching fire with each new alert.
"Governor, with your permission, I''ll contain the situation." She met his gaze steadily, knowing her next assignment C perhaps her very survival C depended on these precious seconds.
"Very well," he said finally. "Do not fail me."
The hologram vanished, leaving the chamber awash in red warning lights. Dilinur turned to her subordinates.
"Cheng, oversee U6-M9''s transfer. Shazmeen, coordinate with Spire security. Tell them my Bloodtroopers will be there," Her gaze swept the chamber of wide-eyed officials. "The rest of you, clear the building."
But she left the real threat unspoken. They all knew what Subject S was capable of.
The dragons on her robe caught fire in the morning sun as she stepped out, their golden threads blazing against the black silk. Behind her, the alarms continued their urgent song, calling her toward the chaos.
Ch13 Xin V: Security Override
07:55, February 10, 2295
Prison 28, 111F, Amber Moon Spire (), ZenFusion Taipei branch,
No. 7, Section 5, Xinyi District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
Inside his cell, Xin stared at the flag of the Imperium of Dragons that hung ominously on the far wall. The deep crimson of the banner seemed to pulsate with a life of its own, suffocating him with its rich color. In the center was the iconic yin-yang symbol, flanked by golden coiled dragons.
Golden rays extended outward from the symbol, representing the Imperium''s extensive power and influence. While it was an impressive display of Imperial grandeur, Xin could only feel the weight of oppression that it represented.
He looked down at the dull gray suit that clung to his body, the fabric smooth and unyielding against his skin. It was a seamless garment, covering him from neck to ankle, offering no comfort, no warmth beyond the regulated temperature the suit maintained. Around his wrists and ankles, faint energy bands lay dormant, ready to activate at the slightest hint of rebellion.
Xin''s thoughts drifted to Ume, the android given to him by the Imperium to fulfill his emotional and sexual desires without any hesitation for his excellent performance at ZenFusion Taipei. And now, they were going to take her away from him. Having no idea where she would end up, he had to accept that he had lost her. Another significant person in his life being taken by the cold, unfeeling machine governing their land.
But then, he questioned if his feelings for her were genuine or if it was just the outer shell of her former submissive consciousness that he was attached to. Was it love or simply lust disguised as love to alleviate his guilt? He wondered if anyone at the Imperium or ZenFusion Taipei would discover the information he had stored in Ume''s android memory.
Out of nowhere, a deep rumbling sound echoed through the area. Startled from his thoughts, Xin''s eyes narrowed as he noticed a surge of blue energy pass through the walls, unlocking the door of his prison cell. The restraints on his wrists and ankles fell off with a beeping sound, hitting the ground. The lights in the cell flickered before being replaced by a dimmer backup power.
"Security breach near Central Power. Corpo Guards, gather at level 50!" A voice boomed from a speaker above. Xin''s sharp hearing recognized it as Dilinur''s.
"Prefect! The cameras on levels 101 and above are down!" A young feminine voice joined in from the ceiling.
Encouraged by the announcements, Xin pushed up his glasses and cautiously stepped out of his cell. He looked around and saw that all the other cells were open as well; some were empty while others held lifeless bodies, mostly male prisoners.
Suppressing his fear, Xin made his way to a terminal embedded in the wall. With his hands now free, he activated the terminal and quickly switched to the ''voice channel #7070''. As a backend engineer, he knew this was the channel used by Imperial troops stationed at the Amber Moon Spire. Luckily, there was no need for a password on this internal connection.
"Dinu! We need backup. This psionic devil wears Alliance armor!" A voice, rough and gruff, commanded over the channel.
"Dragons dong. Is he one of those Psi Lynxes " another voice chimed in before being abruptly silenced by what sounded like bursts of high-frequency shots from a full-auto gun.
"Dinu! You witch, send me your Bloodtroopers! " the rough voice demanded again.
"Theyre needed for the upper levels, Huang," Dilinur retorted through the channel. "And may I remind you that I outrank you by three."
"Like I care. Have your troopers get in here before I " The rough voice was once again cut off by the sound of gunfire.
"Hey! Who just joined from level 111?" A new voice broke through on the communication line.
"Level 111?" Dilinurs voice echoed with disbelief.
Panicked, Xin left the channel and quickly made his way towards the floor''s exit, which had been unlocked by the sudden energy surge earlier. As he pressed against the door, it hissed open to let him escape.
He stepped into the dimly lit hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. But just as he was about to sprint towards the nearest staircase, his breath caught in his throat. Standing in the corridor ahead was a figure unlike any he had ever encountered.
The woman before him was striking in every conceivable way, a defiant existence against the world he knew. Her presence was commanding, her posture poised and unyielding. The lower part of her half-up ponytail highlighted the contour of her high cheekbones and strong jawline blonde, cascading down in a smooth, controlled wave that caught the light, almost glowing against the sterile backdrop of the corridor.
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Her skin was pale, luminescent like ivory, and her features were finely chiseled, each contour of her face sharp yet softened by the faintest hint of warmth in her expression. Her eyes, a piercing blue, seemed to penetrate through the shadows, locking onto his with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. They were unlike anything he had ever seen icy, yet filled with a depth that drew him in.
"A Valoran? Here?" Xin whispered to himself as he marveled at the sharp features on her countenance. She was so foreign to him, so different from all the people he had known in the Imperium.
She wore a tailored beige trench coat that accentuated her feminine but powerful frame as she stepped forward. Underneath, she donned a dark blue suit, a stark contrast to the typical onyx or crimson garments favored by the privileged in the Imperium.
As she moved closer, Xin felt an inexplicable pull towards her, something that went beyond mere curiosity. There was a power in her stride, a confidence in the way she carried herself that was entirely new to him. She was different from all the women and girls he had ever known no subservience, no hint of the quiet obedience that had been ingrained in those around him. Instead, there was strength, independence, and an undeniable allure that both intrigued and unsettled him.
Like a fierce lynx, the woman lunged at him and pressed him against the wall, her left elbow and arm on his chest, while her right hand held a glowing silver cylindrical device to his neck. Her legs locked around his in a hostile yet strangely intimate hold, rendering Xin completely immobile.
"Are you ZenFusion? How do I access level 117?" The woman''s sharp mezzo-soprano voice cut through the air.
"I am...or I was, until a few days ago," Xin gasped as he caught a whiff of lavender emanating from the woman, enveloping him in her scent, an intoxicating contradiction to her strong physique. "Youre from the Terra Alliance. Looking for something?"
"I need to get into level 117 of this building," she replied nonchalantly, her deep blue eyes searching his. "How did you know I am Alliance?"
"I overheard when one of your men took down those Imperium soldiers in Central Power," Xin admitted, looking up at the woman and realizing that she was both taller and stronger than him. "Great work, by the way."
"So you''re not with the Imperium? I thought ZenFusion was their biggest bootlicker," the woman prodded.
"I''m a prisoner. They''ve locked me up for freeing someone," Xin revealed. With each breath he took, his body began to relax. "Want to reach level 117? Youll need an employee biometric signature to unlock the last door."
"Cluster 6865 holds crucial information my team is after. What do you know?" Her tone softened.
"Youre after the Moondust Crystal, then? Its location is the valuable thing on that machine," Xin replied, feeling a sense of excitement stir in his lower body as he continued to catch her scent and feel her legs intertwined with his. "I can take you there and bypass the door.if you let me."
"I want to trust you, but is that a 10mm Magnum in your pocket down there?" she said, squinting at him.
"A pistol? Down there?" Xin was confused, following her gaze to his pants where an awkward bulge had formed. "That''s not a 10mm, it''s my...uh..."
"Nevermind, I know what it is," she said, stepping back and releasing him from her grip. She looked away as a blush crept up her cheeks.
"Yeah...I imagine you do," Xin scratched his head.
"Great." The woman''s face flushed even more as she remarked sarcastically. "I threatened you with a Psytum Sword and somehow, its turned you on."
"Well, I''ve never met someone quite like you before," Xin raised both of his hands in a friendly gesture, grinning. "By the way, my name is Wu Zhi-Xin. You can call me Xin."
The lady relaxed her posture and forced a smile as she put the hilt of her Psytum Sword back in her coat, though her sapphire eyes remained guarded. "Lorna," she said.
"Like Lorna Doone by R.D. Blackmore? I like it," Xin commented, lowering his hands.
"You know the book?" Lorna asked, tilting her head in intrigue.
"Yeah, I enjoy Valoran classics from the Old World. So much better than modern local stuff, where the Imperials always win and the Valorans are either dumb or evil," Xin chuckled.
"I''ve heard that many Imperial dramas have original endings though. Tragic, but original," Lorna replied, chuckling back.
Suddenly, Dilinur''s voice boomed from a speaker above them, breaking the brief moment of connection. "An enemy has escaped from level 50. Bloodtroopers, search the floors below."
"That''s Dilinur," Xin pointed up at the ceiling. "Her superiors are really horrible people, but she''s alright."
"Xin, can you shoot?" Lorna''s tone shifted back to its earlier sharpness as she straightened up.
"I havea level-3 Pistol Combat certificate." Xin swallowed. In their world, a level-3 was considered entry-level at best. Most professional combatants had a level-7 or above, while level-10 was considered the highest certification for any weapon user in the human world.
Lorna reached into her trench coat pocket with her left hand and pulled out a sleek, white pistol. She held it towards Xin with the grip facing him. "I dont use my 10mm often, so you can have it for now."
"Wow," Xin gasped, eyeing the weapon. The barrel was shorter than most 10mms he had seen, and the polymer grip had soft curves, clearly designed for comfort. There was something about its shape that seemed just as graceful and elegant as the woman who owned it.
"Well? Do you want it or not?" Lorna prompted, shrugging.
"Ill use it with care," Xin assured her as he accepted the 10mm. He took a deep breath before grasping it firmly in his hand.
Ch14.1 Jabari III: Crescent Defense (Scene 1)
00:45, February 10, 2295
Platinum Crescent Plaza, 28 Avenue de la Victoire, Central Business District, Abidjan, Ivory Coast, Emerald Directorate territory
"Almost there," Jabari Adomako maneuvered his Scarab mech through the labyrinthine streets of Abidjan, the cockpit a cocoon of steel and blinking lights.
The city sprawled beneath him a pulsating tapestry of incandescence and shadow. Skyscrapers, like stoic sentinels forged of glass and steel, pierced the heavens; their neon arteries throbbed in sync with the rhythm of the midnight economy.
Jabari''s Scarab moved with mechanical precision, its six legs finding purchase on the urban terrain with surprising grace for something so massive. From within his cockpit, nestled beneath the armored shell, Jabari had a panoramic view of his surroundings. The pedestrians marveling at his mech appeared almost miniature from his elevated vantage point.
As Jabari''s metallic behemoth lumbered into Platinum Crescent Plaza, the melding of eras was stark. Holographic ads for Medi-Vap and Indra-Sprite flickered beside murals of ancient warriors and elephant herds, the dichotomy not lost on him. In the plaza, the Scarab''s hulking form cast long shadows over the cobblestones while sleek hovercrafts glided silently by.
Approaching the plaza''s nucleus, a figure emerged from the penumbra a guard, clad in the unmistakable green-and-gold of the Directorate, neon reflections dancing across his uniform.
"Platinum Crescent security. State your business," the guard''s voice cut through the quiet, a staccato demand that demanded attention.
The Scarab''s speakers crackled to life, magnifying Jabari''s reply. "Jabari Adomako, Lieutenant, reporting to the Kimaris Warband." His voice carried the subtle vibration of respect.
"So, you''re the one Prince Laurent picked?" The guard scoffed. "Couldn''t wait until morning to show up? Don''t plan on sleeping?"
"I apologize, sir. My orders were to report in as soon as possible," Jabari explained from within the cockpit. Then, his eyes squinted in recognition. "Ahmad, is that you?"
"Glad to see you remember a depot mate, buddy. Truth is, I was told to let you in no matter what time it was," the guard begrudgingly admitted. "Your Kimaris superiors are still awake. Working on some difficult cases, I''ve heard."
"Difficult cases?" Jabari tilted his head.
"Laurent himself. Gone missing. Went on some wild goose chase, so I heared."
"Missing? As in?"
"Madam Celine can tell you more. Be careful where you park that Scarab, alright?" the guard said with levity, stepping aside but still wary, his eyes scanning the darkness from which he''d come.
"Right. Thanks, Ahmad," Jabari acknowledged with a nod, the mech''s joints articulating his silent gratitude as he continued forward, the weight of his mission settling heavily upon his shoulders.
As the Scarab moved deeper into the plaza, Jabari''s sensors highlighted several large containment units near the parking area. The unmistakable sickly green glow of Helionite leaked from their seams despite the shielding.
"Ahmad," Jabari called through the comm, "what are those containers doing here? That''s a lot of fusion waste for a civilian plaza."
The guard glanced back at the containers and sighed. "Emergency reroute from the Central Processing Plant. They had a power surge from the Summit at Golden Hall. Maintenance promised they''d be gone by morning." He shook his head. "Not great, but what can we do when them higher-ups make decisions, right?"
Jabari frowned at the readings. The Helionite concentration was significant enough to register even through the containment. Basic training had drilled into every cadet that improperly stored Helionite was practically an invitation to...
Suddenly, the air was filled with the discordant symphony of chaos; a cacophony that began not with a crescendo but an ominous tremor. Jabari''s hands tightened on the Scarab''s controls as the earth convulsed beneath them, its spasms ominous.
"Radi-Mons! Look out!" The guard''s voice crackled over the comm-link, a beacon of panic amidst the madness.
Jabari''s heartbeat quickened, but his mind cleared. This was different from the simulations C this was real. People would die if he failed. An image of his grandmother''s broken body flashed through his mind, strengthening his resolve. In reality, there was no room for overthinking C only action.
"Here they come," he replied, his voice steady despite the thundering in his chest.
Over a dozen Bone Fiends, their wolf-like forms a perverse mockery of life, erupted in a shower of debris, encircling the plaza. Their skeletal frames twisted unnaturally as they moved, drawn by the Helionite''s call.
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Meanwhile, a shadow spread across the stars above. A massive form, dark against the night sky, descended slowly. Three enormous eyes blinked open, revealing a creature unlike anything in nature''s design C a Kraken. The creature was a mass of long arms surrounding a bulbous body, a grotesque form resembling a mutated octopus the size of a bus.
"Skarn shall awaken!" A deep, menacing voice boomed from the creature. "He who is both devil and divine! The Blue Garden of Sinners shall bow to his power!"
Ahmad''s face drained of color as he stared upward. "Shango''s Schlong, it can talk?"
"That''s what Krakens do." Jabari said as his mech faced the flying monster. "It''s here to coordinate the Fiends."
"Plaza Guards! Rally at the gate!" Ahmad raised his rifle as a few more guards emerged from the shadows to join him, all opening fire on the Bone Fiends.
"Leave some for me!" Jabari called, his mind already calculating trajectories and firing solutions. The lives around him C Ahmad, the other guards, civilians in nearby buildings C all depended on his actions now. The weight of this responsibility didn''t paralyze him; it focused him.
The air reeked of ozone as Jabari''s Scarab mech loomed over the pandemonium, its insectoid form an emerald silhouette against the chaos below.
Around the Scarab, multiple Ologuns in deep green exosuits formed a line, their Plasma Rifles chattering angrily at the swarm of Bone Fiends.
Yet for every monstrosity that fell, another took its place, their numbers a grotesque mockery of infinity. Above, the Kraken, seemingly indifferent to the fight below, cast forth its green ichor. It descended like a curtain, anointing the guards with a sticky embrace. Those ensnared became statues of terror, petrified witnesses to their imminent doom.
"No!" Jabari shouted, memories of his grandmother''s death surging forward. The same helplessness threatened to overwhelm him, but he pushed it down. He was not that frightened child anymore.
His fingers raced across the control panel, bringing the Scarab''s hidden weaponry online. Armored plates on the mech''s head slid open, revealing its signature weapon.
"Plasma Spitter, engaged!" he warned the guards as he took aim at the nearest cluster of Bone Fiends.
But the thundering of his heart disrupted his usual precision. His first volley of plasma bolts went wide, striking not the monsters but the row of fusion-powered cars parked along the plaza''s edge.
Metal screamed as the vehicles detonated, consumed by blossoming fireballs that threw shadows dancing across the devastation. Alarms wailed their protest, and lights strobed in a discordant rave, punctuating the battlefield with bursts of artificial light.
"Lion''s loins!" Jabari muttered, the swear word doing little to calm his dire mood. His breaths came quick and shallow as he wrestled with the controls, seeking to tame the Scarab''s power. He hadn''t made such a basic error since his first days at the training depot.
The Bone Fiends, sensing vulnerability, surged forward, their forms a writhing mass of malice and bone. They swarmed the immobilized guards, rending and tearing with a fervor born of otherworldly hunger. Blood painted the plaza in broad, gruesome strokes, a canvas of crimson upon which the night''s grim tableau was etched.
Jabari watched, his heart a leaden weight. This was happening again C people dying while he struggled to save them. Just like that night in rural Ghana, when the Bone Fiends had torn through their village, when his grandmother had pushed him into a storage cellar and locked it from outside, sacrificing herself.
But today would be different. Today he had the power to fight back.
Jabari''s Scarab reared up, its joints hissing with hydraulic fervor as the pack of Bone Fiends clambered onto its armored legs. The scraping of claws on metal was cacophonous in Jabari''s ears, each screech chilling. His fingers moved across the control panel, thrusting the Scarab mech into a relentless charge.
The ground shuddered under the weight of the mechanical titan. Legs pistoned down, obliterating the Radi-Mons beneath its gait. Bone shattered against steel, a percussion that resonated through the plaza.
"For the Directorate!" he growled, the word a barbed lance aimed at his own disquiet. Jabari''s gaze latched onto the Kraken, a leviathan specter looming above, its arms unfurling. His hand moved with deliberate intent to another weapon control.
The Sun Moon Cannon roared to life, panels sliding open on the Scarab''s head to reveal a weapon that seemed to draw energy from the very air around it. A torrent of golden and quantum blue energy surged forth, searing the heavens with its ire. His rushed aim was not precise, but the blast made contact with the Kraken, and for a moment, time itself seemed to falter in awe of the Scarab''s might.
Losing two arms, the creature let out a pained shriek that tore through the air. Wounded, it floated higher and retreated into the expanse, leaving a trail of phosphorescent blood in its wake. "Savor your small victory, Earth-Dwellers. The Day of Oblivion will come."
Silence reclaimed the plaza as the echoes of battle faded into the ether, leaving behind the sullied canvas of Platinum Crescent. Ahmad, battered and coated in the curative sickly green of the Kraken''s goo, approached the towering Scarab. His voice was hoarse and tired, a far cry from his initial greeting to Jabari.
"Anansi''s ass, Jabari!" he scolded as he limped forward. "Look what you did to the parking lot! What kind of Scarab Rider are you, shooting at a damn parking lot?"
Jabari opened the cockpit, climbing down to meet Ahmad at eye level. "Sorry," he said, genuine regret in his voice. "I got distracted. Remembered something I shouldn''t have in combat."
Ahmad studied him, recognition dawning in his eyes. "The Kumasi Incident? I heard about what happened to your grandmother. Half the cadets at the depot knew."
Jabari stiffened. He never talked about it, but of course, word had spread. "Yeah," he replied, almost quietly. "It was a small village outside Kumasi. I wasnevermind."
"Well, at least I''m still alive to write up a report on this," the guard said in a gentler tone. "If it weren''t for you and your Scarab, my men would be Radi-Mon food now. Just like..."
"Just like my grandma," Jabari finished for him. "That''s why I''m here, Ahmad. So what happened to her doesn''t happen to anyone else."
Ahmad nodded, respect evident in his gaze. "Power down your Scarab, Lieutenant," he instructed, pointing to a golden monolith that towered above them. "See this golden skyscraper? The Topaz High-Rise. The Kimaris Warband is waiting for you on the sixty-sixth floor."
"I thought that might be their HQ." Jabari eyed the skyscraper.
"Go on now, I''ll take care of everything else."
Jabari nodded, his spirit buoyed by the understanding in Ahmad''s eyes. The Scarab powered down with a hum, like the sound of a giant exhaling its last breath before succumbing to slumber as Jabari made for the cockpit''s exit.
Ch14.2 Jabari III: Crescent Defense (Scene 2)
01:10, February 10, 2295
The Topaz High-Rise, 31 Avenue de la Victoire, Central Business District, Abidjan, Ivory Coast, Emerald Directorate territory
The Quantum Lift''s fusion-powered drive hummed as it carried Jabari through the gleaming spire of the Topaz High-Rise. Sixty-six floors between him and the infamous Kimaris Warband. His new assignment. The richest warband in the Directorate, they said, from the streets of Accra to the Cape Coast Preparatory School. The one with the highest body count too.
Through the transparent walls, Abidjan''s midnight skyline sparkled with fusion-powered modernity. Hovercrafts threaded between buildings like luminous beads, their paths forming intricate patterns against the darkness. Everything looked so orderly from up here. So civilized.
Not like the stories he''d heard about Kimaris. About Prince Laurent N''Guessan. The man the people at Cape Coast Prep called insane.
The lift''s comm system crackled. "Radi-Mon incursion contained at plaza level. Damage assessment underway." The automated voice was followed by a flurry of status updates about enhanced security protocols and medical teams being deployed to the plaza.
Jabari felt his shoulders tighten. The bodies of the guards he couldn''t save flashed through his mind. He might need to report the casualties, explain the damage to the vehicles. But at least he''d stopped the Kraken. At least some of them had survived.
Unlike that night in Kumasi.
The Quantum Lift chimed. Jabari straightened his uniform, squared his shoulders. The doors parted to reveal not the Kimaris headquarters as he expected, but a plush waiting area. A Valoran figure stood by the panoramic window, silhouetted against the city lights, his blonde hair and oceanic blue eyes reflecting the ambient lighting.
"Well, well," said a familiar aristocratic voice. "The boy from Accra. Though I suppose you''re Lieutenant Adomako now?"
"Wilhelm! It''s been eight years, sir." Jabari found himself face-to-face with the same blonde-haired Valoran he''d met years ago.
Though Wilhelm''s spring green uniform now bore the rank of Major, his casual stance hadn''t changed, and his handsome features had not aged one bit. It was as if they''d just met last month.
"Good memory!" the man turned, his profile sharp in the low light. He looked exactly as Jabari rememberedtall, blonde, with that perpetual hint of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth. He gestured to a hovering drink tray. "Care for some orange wine before youmeet the wolves?"
"No, thank you, sir."
"Your choice. Drop the ''sir'', though." Wilhelm selected a glass for himself, the amber liquid catching the light.
"You don''t mind?" Jabari ventured.
"In this warband, actions speak louder than ranks." Wilhelm took a sip. "I''m impressed. Not many make it through Cape Coast Prep when they start with backgrounds like yours."
"You mean dropping out of high school," Jabari said bluntly.
Wilhelm''s smile widened as he sipped his orange wine once more. "I had to spend three years in college before realizing slaying Radi-Mons is more fun. You seem wise in contrast."
Jabari''s expression remained solemn. "My grandmaI wish she were alive to see this."
"Ah, yes. Your grandmother." Wilhelm studied him over the rim of his glass. "The one who died in the Kumasi Incident."
Jabari nodded, surprised Wilhelm remembered. "Grandma Kisi. She locked me in a storage cellar when the Bone Fiends came. I heard..." He stopped, the memory still raw despite the years.
"You heard everything," Wilhelm finished for him. His voice had lost its typical levity. "Quite a burden for a child to carry."
"It''s why I''m here," Jabari said simply. "I couldn''t save her. But I can save others."
"May her spirit remain with the Thousand Gods." Wilhelm drained his glass, setting it back on the hovering tray. "Walk with me. Celine has the others tied up in some boring meeting about Laurent. We have a few minutes."
Jabari fell in step beside him, noting how the man''s stride remained unhurried despite the security alert. "I heard Commander Laurent is missing?"
"Six days now," Wilhelm confirmed, his accent growing more pronounced. "Guess he went off on some mystical mission to commune with the ''African spirits'' or whatever it is he does. Celine''s been beside herself, though she''d never admit it."
The corridor stretched before them, decorated in the Directorate''s signature emerald and gold. Unlike the ostentatious displays of the Imperium Jabari had seen on televisions, the Directorate''s fusion system was proudly integrated into the architecture itself. Crystalline Zephyrium processors were housed in elegant golden frameworks that lined the walls like artwork, their blue-white light pulsing in perfect harmony with the building''s power needs.
"Your reasons for joining are rather noble," Wilhelm mused, glancing sideways at Jabari. "Mine are less poetic."
"Your reasons?"
Wilhelm grinned, spreading his arms. "The money is good, and the women I get to bed on Venus are even better! Kimaris has the highest hazard pay in the Directorate. Three missions and I can afford a month in Scollay II with the finest Leased Lilies money can buy."
It left Jabari momentarily speechless.
"Don''t look so shocked, now," Wilhelm said, clapping him on the shoulder. "We all have our ways of coping with what we see out there. Some build shrines to divine causes. I prefer more...tangible comforts."
They reached an impressive doorway marked with the Protea King White emblem rendered in polished metal.
"Now," Wilhelm''s voice dropped to a conspiratorial tone, "a bit of advice before we go in. You''ll be meeting Celine Kamarabrilliant strategist, second-in-command, terrible sense of humor. And Seydou Diopengineering genius, borderline paranoid impressive holo-porn collections on his terminals, though."
"Right. Ugh, thanks for telling me." Jabari let out a nervous chuckle.
"They''re arguing about whether to keep searching for Laurent or chase down some new lead. Keep your opinions to yourself unless directly asked, understood?"
Jabari nodded, grateful for the warning.
"Also," Wilhelm added, "that business downstairs with the Kraken is good work. Not many recruits face down a psychic Radi-Mon on their first day and live to tell about it."
"Psychic?" Jabari frowned. "It spokeis that unusual?"
"Very. Most Radi-Mons are just animals. The ones that can speak are connected to something larger." Wilhelm''s casual tone had vanished entirely now. "Something watching us. Remember that."
With that cryptic warning, Wilhelm pushed open the doors to reveal a command center in controlled chaos. Holographic displays showed both surveillance footage of the plaza belowthe aftermath of Jabari''s battle clearly visibleand what appeared to be search grid patterns for a completely different operation.
"cannot and should not abandon the search!" A woman''s voice, sharp with authority and barely contained fury, cut through the room. The speaker stood with her back to them, dividing her attention between the plaza footage and another display showing terrain that Jabari didn''t recognize. Her green ceremonial robes were emphasized by delicate golden patterns. "Laurent''s been missing for six days, and now we have Radi-Mons attacking directly at our doorstep!"
"And nothing will happen while we bicker," Wilhelm interjected as they entered. "May as well take it easy someplace else?"
"Like hell, Wilhelm!" A shorter man perched on the edge of a desk crowded with holographic displays, his round reflective glasses reflecting cascading data. Wires and gadgets adorned his uniform like decorative medals. "You just want an excuse to run back to your comfort women on Venus!"
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"Seydou," the woman started, but her words cut off as she turned and noticed Jabari. Her dark eyes assessed him with laser precision. Everything about her bearing screamed nobility C from her elegantly twisted hair to the way she held herself.
The tension in the room crackled like static before a storm.
"Lieutenant Jabari Adomako," she said, her voice shifting to a more measured tone. Her gaze flickered to the others. "Welcome to the Kimaris HQ." She glanced at Wilhelm. "I see the Major has already intercepted you."
"Just providing our new recruit with some context, Celine," Wilhelm replied smoothly.
"It''s quite alright, ma''am." Jabari kept his voice steady despite his racing heart. "Wilhelm was briefing me on the current situation."
A humming filled the air as the space in the center of the room shimmered. A hologram materialized C a tall, commanding figure in an emerald suit adorned with golden ceremonial ropes. The stern face of Chairman Kofi Mensah himself regarded them all with an expression that could have been carved from stone.
"Dr. Kamara, I require your report," the Chairman''s deep voice filled the room.
Celine straightened, her earrings catching the light as she addressed the hologram. "Chairman, we''ve continued the search for Prince Laurent on the Near Side of Osram, but have yet to locate"
"Found it!" Seydou''s excited voice cut through. He sprang up from his workstation, fingers dancing through floating data streams. "Sorry to interrupt, but this is exactly what I was trying to show everyone." He gestured at the holograms, which coalesced into a complex pattern of quantum transmission signatures.
"What are we looking at, Seydou?" Chairman Kofi asked, his hologram turning slightly.
"Two days ago, I detected unusual quantum entanglement patterns in transmissions between Taiwan and the Imperium mainland," Seydou explained, his hands moving through the data. "They''re moving something valuable they''re calling U6-M9."
"An android designation?" the Chairman inquired.
Seydou nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, but not just any android. The transmission patterns suggest it''s carrying data about something called the Moondust Crystal. And they''re rushing to wipe its memory once it reaches mainland China."
Jabari remained silent, watching the interaction unfold. The Moondust Crystal wasn''t something he''d heard of before, but from the reactions around him, it was clearly significant.
"The Moondust Crystal," Celine said softly, almost reverently. "If the Imperium has data on its location..."
"If it even exists," Wilhelm added, leaning against a console.
"Oh, something exists all right." Seydou pulled up another holographic display, his fingers tracing patterns through quantum signatures. "Look at these transmission patterns. Whoever used to own this android uploaded a massive encrypted dataset into its positronic brain. The Imperium officials who confiscated it have no idea what they''re sitting on."
"And you''ve managed to decrypt it?" Celine asked with suspicion.
"Not entirely, but enough to know what we''re dealing with," Seydou replied, his glasses reflecting streams of data. "They''re planning to transport this U6-M9 to mainland China for a memory wipe in less than 48 hours. That''s not standard procedure for a simple service bot."
Chairman Kofi''s hologram turned to Celine. "Doctor, your assessment as Second-in-command?"
Jabari saw the conflict play across her face, watched her glance at the door as if Laurent might walk through it at any moment. When she spoke, her voice was tight with controlled emotion. "The Moondust Crystal... If there''s even a chance it exists, we cannot ignore this intelligence." She took a deep breath. "But Prince Laurent"
"Is one of our finest," Chairman Kofi finished. "And the search will continue. But Dr. Kamara, you know as well as I do what he would prioritize in this situation."
A heavy silence fell over the room. Jabari felt the weight of it, understood suddenly why Kimaris had its reputation. They didn''t just fight Radi-Mons C they made the hard calls that could mean the difference between victory and extinction.
Wilhelm broke the silence. "I still believe our resources could be put to better use. This U6-M9 could be any standard android for some rich retired grandpa with an impressively bad memory."
"Then explain why they''re rushing to wipe it," Seydou countered, his earlier excitement hardening into conviction. "The Imperium doesn''t move this fast unless"
"Unless they know they have something valuable," Jabari found himself saying. All eyes turned to him, including Chairman Kofi''s penetrating holographic gaze. But having started, he pressed on. "And they''re vulnerable right now. Their forces are spread thin trying to deal with the disturbance at the Amber Moon Spire."
"You''ve been keeping up with international developments," Celine observed, her eyebrows raised slightly.
"Yes, ma''am," Jabari nodded. "It was part of our tactical awareness training. The Imperium rarely deploys forces to handle public disturbances unless it''s serious."
"The Lieutenant has a point," Celine said. Her earrings caught the light as she turned to the floating displays.
"Seydou, how much time do we have before the memory wipe?"
"Based on the transmission patterns..." Seydou''s fingers danced through the data. "Less than 48 hours. They''re keeping U6-M9 at the Azure Mount Logistics Hub in Taiwan. Staging point for cargo heading to mainland China."
"Bloody hell, that''s rather convenient, isn''t it?" Wilhelm''s cultured accent dripped with sarcasm. "A logistics hub instead of a proper military facility. Almost too easy."
"Too easy?" Seydou scoffed. "The Imperium uses forced labor there. Security might be lighter, but the workers are like drones. They''ll notice anything out of pattern."
"Then we don''t give them a pattern to notice," Celine said, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "We go in as cargo ourselves."
Chairman Kofi''s hologram shifted, his ceremonial ropes gleaming. "A risky strategy, Doctor. But potentially effective. Lieutenant Adomako"
Jabari straightened instinctively.
"Your Scarab could provide necessary backup if the situation deteriorates. But getting it into position..."
"We could ship it in a separate container," Seydou suggested, already pulling up manifests. "Disguised as industrial equipment. A different route from our own, but both converging at the right moment."
"Rather elaborate for a simple android retrieval," Wilhelm drawled, examining his perfectly manicured nails.
Jabari studied the holographic layout, his mind already calculating entry points, escape routes, potential choke points where a Scarab could make the difference between success and catastrophe. "The loading bays here and here," he pointed, "appear designed for heavy industrial equipment. Perfect cover for bringing in the Scarab."
"Good eye, Lieutenant," Seydou said, genuinely impressed. "We can sync the delivery schedules, make it look like routine machinery replacement."
"Time frame, Chairman?" Celine asked, her eyes never leaving the blueprints.
"You should move out tonight," Kofi declared. "The longer we wait, the more likely the Imperium realizes what they have. Dr. Kamara, I trust you''ll handle the operational details. And..." his hologram flickered slightly, "continue the search for Laurent when this is done."
The mention of their missing commander sent a ripple of tension through the room. Jabari saw Celine''s hands clench, while Wilhelm''s casual pose stiffened just slightly.
"Understood, Chairman." Celine''s voice was steady, but her earrings trembled as she inclined her head.
"Anansi guides your path." The hologram of Chairman Kofi flickered once more before dissolving into emerald motes.
As the Chairman''s presence faded, Celine turned her attention fully to Jabari. There was something evaluating in her gaze, as if she were measuring him against some internal standard.
"Lieutenant Adomako," she said. "I''d like a word with you privately. The rest of you, prepare for departure. We move out at 0300."
Wilhelm and Seydou exited, leaving Jabari alone with Celine in the command center.
"Your handling of the Kraken situation was impressive," she began, "though your aim needs work. We can''t afford collateral damage in populated areas."
"Yes, ma''am. I apologize for that."
"Don''t apologize. Improve." Her tone was direct but not unkind. "Sergeant Keita spoke highly of your dedication during training. Said you never missed a session, even when injured. That kind of commitment is rare."
Jabari stood a little straighter at the mention of his mentor. "Sergeant Keita taught me everything I know about discipline."
"And yet," Celine continued, studying a holographic readout of his training records, "you''ve consistently underperformed in simulations despite excellent real combat metrics. Care to explain that discrepancy?"
The question caught him off guard. "I... I overthink during simulations, ma''am. When there''s no real danger, my mind wanders to past mistakes, what-ifs. In real combat, there''s no time for that. Only action."
Celine nodded slowly. "The Kumasi incident. It''s in your file."
"Yes, ma''am."
"Your grandmother saved your life that day. Now you want to save others." It wasn''t a question.
"That''s correct, ma''am."
"A noble goal." She dismissed the holographic records with a wave. "But in Kimaris, good intentions aren''t enough. We face the worst threats humanity has ever known. If you let your past cloud your judgment in the field, you won''t just fail yourselfyou''ll fail your team."
"I understand, ma''am."
"Do you?" Her gaze was penetrating. "Lieutenant, in Kimaris, we''re all haunted by something. The difference between the living and the dead is learning to use your ghosts, not being used by them."
The wisdom in her words struck Jabari deeply.
"This mission to Taiwan is relatively straightforward," Celine continued. "But make no mistake. This is just the beginning. The threats we face are growing. The Fenris Horde on Mars. The Tiamat Horde in the asteroid belt. And now reports of the Jokull Horde emerging on Europa."
She moved to a display showing rotating images of various Radi-Mon types. "We are the front line against extinction, Lieutenant. Not just Africa''s. Humanity''s."
Jabari recognized the weight of her words, feeling both honored and sobered by the responsibility.
"In Laurent''s absence, my word is law in this warband," Celine concluded. "Report to Seydou for your Scarab modifications, then rest. We depart at 0300 hours."
"Yes, ma''am," Jabari replied, turning to leave.
As the doors closed behind him, Jabari felt the weight of his new assignment settling onto his shoulders. This wasn''t just about fulfilling a promise to his grandmother anymore. It was about standing as a shield between humanity and the darkness that threatened to consume it.
He was ready.
Ch15 Lorna VI: Glassfallet
08:25, February 10, 2295
Main Server Room, 117F, Amber Moon Spire (), ZenFusion Taipei branch, No. 7, Section 5, Xinyi District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
"This is Manny. I''m retreating from Amber Moon and making my way towards Rally Point Alpha." In the bean-sized earphone socketed in Lornas right ear, Emmanuel Boateng''s deep and confident voice came through crystal clear.
"Lorna here, still working on my part," Lorna responded through her own earpiece, hearing the faint sound of gunshots on the other end.
She was standing in a chilly room, surrounded by amber-colored tubes and machines that towered over her. Xin sat next to her at a marble table, focused on typing away on an advanced quantum computer that was securely fastened to the table with a plaque reading Cluster 6865 on it.
The Main Server Room hummed with the concentrated power of dozens of Zephyrium processors, their crystalline matrices pulsing with ethereal light behind transparent panels. Unlike the ornate displays in the building''s public areas, these crystals were purely functional - rough-hewn chunks of raw power barely contained by their quantum-shielded housings. The air crackled with ozone, heavy with the metallic taste that all fusion facilities shared.
Through the reinforced floor panels, Lorna could see the building''s primary Helionite circulation system - a network of luminescent green tubes that seemed to throb in time with the servers'' processing cycles. The waste product cast an eerie glow across the room''s amber-colored walls, creating shifting shadows that danced between the towering server stacks. Each crystal-powered processor generated enough heat to require its own coolant system, filling the space with a labyrinth of pipes that snaked between clusters like mechanical veins.
"Careful," Xin warned as they moved between the servers. "The Zephyrium crystals are unstable this close to the building''s core. One stray shot could trigger a cascade." He gestured to where the crystals'' light flickered erratically, their usual blue-white glow occasionally flaring orange.
"Do you need assistance, Manny?" Diego Rodriguez''s voice sounded over the comm channel.
"Yeah, remember that Helionite sewage system we used to get here from the Songnei Starport? It''s blocked off now," Emmanuel replied.
"My goodness. Guess plan A just got crossed out, huh?" Diego quipped.
"Yep. Plan B it is," Emmanuel''s tone was laced with amusement. "These Imperium people sure know how to build Quantum Lifts, though. This one is beautiful, fast and sturdy."
"Alright. How are things going, Lorna? Is the data there?" Diegos tone remained calm.
"Yeah, a local is helping me out," Lorna replied, shifting her gaze towards the small and thin man typing away eagerly on the computer. "Guy goes by the name Xin."
"I can''t hear your friends on the other side, but please say hi to them for me," Xin''s gaze remained fixed on the screen as he spoke in a cheerful and enthusiastic tone.
"Xin says hi," Lorna smiled as she caught her own gaze lingering on him. It was her first time in the Taiwan province, and in past missions within Imperium territories, most people she had encountered would treat her and her teammates like dirt. In places like Mainland China and the Northern Korean Peninsula, the average Imperial was condescending, detached, apathetic, and emotionless. In comparison, Xin seemed like a welcome change. Lorna wondered if there were more people like him, who still held onto their humanity despite growing up in an oppressive and cruel society.
Suddenly, a smell wafted in from the stairwell outside the room a mixture of sweat and burning dust. It was followed by a loud clanking sound of metal armor getting closer and closer.
"Xin, work as fast as you can," Lorna spoke in a hushed tone as her body tensed.
"Got it," Xin took a deep breath before continuing his typing on the computer. "The data is in. Just need to delete the local copy "
"Stop right there, scum!" A tall, muscular figure in crimson armor stepped out from behind a cluster of tubes, his heavy boots echoing on the metal floor. His face was hidden by a horned helmet, and his large shoulder plates glinted in the dim light. He gripped a massive Thermal Battleaxe with both hands, raising it, poised to strike down on Xin.
"Get down!" Without hesitation, Lorna sprang into action, lunging at Xin and knocking him to the ground just in time to avoid the deadly blow from the crimson soldier''s Battleaxe. The attack slashed through the chair Xin had been sitting on, splitting it in half.
"Bloodtrooper!" Xin exclaimed as they tumbled to the floor together, he held onto Lorna for support and his cheeks heated up at their closeness. "Thank you."
"Use your gun," Lorna instructed calmly as she gave him a smile and pushed him away. She then rolled out of the way of another attack from the Bloodtrooper.
"Why wont you die!" the Bloodtrooper yelled in frustration as his weapon cut into the ground, sending sparks flying.
"Fulmen Argentum!" Lorna declared as she stood up, her fingers crackling with blue energy as she aimed a spell at the trooper. The attack hit its mark, causing the soldier to freeze in place and collapse onto his back.
Lorna then drew her Psytum Sword and ignited it with a deep breath, feeling her heart synchronize with its glowing core. She approached the fallen Bloodtrooper, aiming for his helmet as she plunged the quantum blue blade right through it. The smell of burnt metal and brain filled the air as she pulled out her sword, victorious over her opponent.
A pair of Bloodtroopers appeared at the entrance, each wielding a Thermal Battleaxe in their hands. One charged towards Lorna while the other went after Xin.
Focusing intensely, Lorna could hear the sound of a 10mm Magnum firing and Xin''s frantic shouts in the background. She focused on the approaching Bloodtrooper and dodged low to avoid the incoming axe swing. In one swift motion, she countered with her sword, sending sparks flying as it collided with the soldier''s armored torso.
She sidestepped and spun around to meet the enemy''s attack head on, their weapons clashing in a fierce duel. Despite feeling a sharp jolt of pain, Lorna pushed through and continued to fight. She took a step back and then lunged forward once more, countering with a powerful strike that sent him reeling backward, his helmet cracking under the force of her blow. But he was not down yet.
With a roar, the trooper swung his ax again. With his helmet falling away to reveal the rugged and scarred face beneath, Lorna could see the frenzy in his bloodshot eyes as he lunged forward, aiming straight for her waist. Instinctively, she deflected the first blow and sidestepped the second.
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"Pedis Leporis Lunaris!" Gritting her teeth, Lorna dodged the third wild swing and lunged forward, planting her boot into the Bloodtroopers gut and driving him to the ground as a quantum blue energy surrounded her form.
"Lorna Weiss?! No !" The Bloodtrooper gasped out.
"Thats me, fucker." With a swift sweep of her blade, she severed his weapon-arm just as it began to glow red from quantum energy. The Bloodtrooper roared in pain and fear as he clutched at the stump onto the pavement. Seizing the opportunity, Lorna stepped forward and stabbed him in the head as he fell lifelessly.
Her gaze darted around, looking for any potential threats as she kept an eye on Xin. He had taken cover behind a large pillar, and beside him lay a fallen Bloodtrooper buried under machinery and tubes. To her surprise, the enemy soldier''s armor was shattered and crushed, rendering him motionless. Lornas lips parted, but no words came out.
Xin looked up at her, his grin awkward. "There''s a weakness in these heavy server machines. Their foundations are flimsy and they easily tip over. Shot a few of them to take down that guy."
"Clever," Lorna nodded as she deactivated her sword, a melodic hum came from the silver hilt while the energy blade retracted. She felt her heartbeat slowing down and becoming stable as she let out a relieved sigh.
Suddenly, the ground shook beneath them and they both struggled to maintain their balance.
"The satellites report sightings of increased police activity in the city. Lorna, have you made any progress?" Diegos voice crackled through their communication devices.
"Xin, is the data ready?" Lorna asked as she stepped over the corpse of another Bloodtrooper.
"It''s stored on that flash drive over there," Xin replied, getting up and walking towards the broken computer. "It''s a shame the computer got destroyed though."
"That''s fine. Just grab what you can," Lorna said as she scanned the area with her sapphire eyes. "Is there an emergency exit nearby?"
"Theres one down on level 69, but well have to get back to the stairwell," replied Xin. As he spoke, he retrieved a dark brown flash drive - about the size and shape of a tennis ball - from the computer, pocketing it in his gray prisoner suit before zipping it close.
"Alright, I suppose we can " Lornas pulse quickened as she rounded the corner, only to come face to face with six Bloodtroopers standing in formation, their towering frames dominating the corridor. " move?"
Each trooper was encased in menacing crimson armor, ornate yet brutal in design, with jagged edges and intricate engravings that glowed faintly with a malevolent energy. Their helmets were shaped like the snarling faces of ancient demons, complete with horned visors that hid their eyes but left their cold, unyielding gaze unmistakable.
In their gauntleted hands, they each held a massive two-handed battleaxe, the blades honed to a deadly sharpness and pulsing with the same ominous energy that coursed through their armor. The troopers stood as an impenetrable wall of red and steel.
From between the line of Bloodtroopers, a woman emerged with an air of cold authority, her steps measured. She wore a flowing robe of deep black and crimson, the fabric rich with embroidery that depicted dragons and mythological creatures, shimmering with an almost supernatural sheen under the corridor''s lights.
The womans hair, dark as midnight, was styled in a sleek updo, held in place by an ornate hairpin adorned with a blood-red gem that seemed to glow with an inner fire. Her face was a mask of porcelain perfection, with eyes that narrowed as they met Lorna''s, brimming with hostile intent. She stood straight, her posture regal as she declared in her low, contralto voice. "One more step and youll meet your end, Lorna Weiss."
"Do I know you?" Lorna casually asked the group of crimson soldiers surrounding her and Xin, as she slid her Psytum Sword back into her coat.
"No, but many in the Imperium Legion know you," The woman in the onyx red robe smirked. "I am Dilinur Altai, senior Conjurer, Blood Mage in the Golden Serpent Circle, and the Thirteenth Prefect in the Taiwan province. You and your SIMU have slaughtered dozens of my comrades."
"Right, big shot. Killed too many Imperials on this job, though. Dont really keep count," Lorna coolly tilted her head, unfazed by their hostile surroundings.
"But can a Psi Lynx like you really take on me and six Bloodtroopers at once?" Dilinur''s voice became more aggressive as she scowled.
"Who knows. What have you heard about me, though?" Lorna shifted her weight from foot to foot.
"You''re a filth. Arrogant and promiscuous. You slept with Han, Kuo, and Chang. Killed them all under different names," Dilinur sneered in disgust. "You are the worst kind of human from the Alliance."
"Yeah, well, did you know that Han had erectile dysfunction?" Lorna''s tone took on a mockingly seductive quality. "He told me it''s been like that since he was a teenager. Those rumors about his three sons not being his are true after all."
The Bloodtroopers gasped in shock and began whispering among themselves.
Lorna''s eyes flicked to Xin, who had his 10mm Magnum aimed at the Bloodtroopers while standing next to a glass wall. He looked back at Lorna with a dropped jaw, disbelief written all over his face.
"Don''t listen to this whore! She''s a liar and a murderer!" Dilinur silenced her troops with a stern finger before turning back to Lorna. "And today, we will arrest her for great justice."
"This is Thomas. Manny and I have rallied. Making our way towards Songnei Starport. See you there, Lorna," came Thomas''s baritone voice through Lorna''s earpiece.
"Xin, what''s behind these walls?" Lorna kept her gaze on Xin.
"Uh, n-nothing. If anyone tries to go beyond them, they''ll fall all the way down," Xin averted his gaze as his voice recovered from stuttering, focusing back on their enemies. "But don''t worry, I''ll fight until my last breath if necessary."
"Wu Zhi-Xin, stand down," Dilinur pointed a sharp, ebony fingernail at Xin. "Governor Qin wants you captured alive, but I won''t hesitate to kill you if needed."
With a hopeful expression directed at Dilinur and Xin, Lorna suggested. "Hey, how about this? Ill walk away, while you guys take Xin into custody. Then, we can all just forget this whole thing ever happened."
"Very funny," Dilinur responded quickly.
A tense silence filled the room as both sides awaited the next move. As Lorna reached out telepathically to a component inside her pistol - the one that Xin now held - she sensed that there were only 2 bullets left in the 24-shot magazine. Alone, Xin wouldn''t stand a chance.
Lorna''s head remained cocked to the side and her tone relaxed as she spoke calmly to Xin, "Alright, Xin. Put your gun down."
"No way, I''m ready to fight," Xin protested in disbelief.
"Drop the gun on the floor!" Dilinur ordered with heightened urgency. "And hands up! No sudden moves."
"It''s okay, Xin. Just do it," Lorna reassured him as she raised her own hands and subtly turned to face the glass wall next to where Xin stood.
"This is insane," Xin mumbled as he reluctantly dropped his pistol to the ground with a loud clank.
"Arrest them both," Dilinur commanded two Bloodtroopers who slowly made their way towards Lorna and Xin, each carrying an ebony steel cuff.
"That''s right, Dilinur. We surrender to " Lorna grinned mischievously at Xin before turning to face him. " gravity."
"What?" Confused, Dilinur raised an eyebrow but it was too late.
"Passus Transitus!" Lorna''s voice rang out clear and strong as she finished the incantation. A quantum blue aura enveloped her as she lunged forward, passing by Xin and grabbing his wrist. The blue aura enveloping her touched the glass wall and shattered it into pieces that harmlessly flew away from Lorna.
"Buddhas balls!" Xin gasped as Lorna pulled him with her.
Together, they broke through the glass wall and fell into the open sky above. The city''s busy morning streets awaited their freefall.
"Weeeeee!!! Rollercoaster ride!" Thrilled, Lorna exclaimed with glee as they both plummeted downward, heads down and feet up.
Ch16 Xin VI: Like a Couple
08:55, February 10, 2295
Amber Moon Spire (), ZenFusion Taipei branch, No. 7, Section 5, Xinyi District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
As their freefalling continued, Xin watched as Lorna spread her arms out like golden wings. The wind rushed past them both, their bodies becoming one with the movement as gravity took hold, the cool breeze tickling his face.
Lornas blonde hair flowed behind her like molten gold, her trench coat billowing out like a cape. He couldn''t help but think how beautiful she looked at this moment - fearless and unbound despite their perilous situation.
"If youre scared, just know Ive done this before," Lorna instinctively held onto Xin''s arms tighter as she spoke. "Exhilarating, isnt it?"
Speechless, Xins eyes fixated on her sapphire blues, reflecting the sunlight like precious gems, their pupils dilating with adrenaline and pleasure from the high-speed descent. In the hour since they met, Lorna had shattered all expectations of the Imperial society on how a woman should behave. And yet, paradoxically, Xin found himself drawn to her more than any other woman he had ever met.
"Hello? Anyone still there?" Lorna flashed a mischievous grin as she reached for Xin''s zipped chest pocket, giving the flash drive inside a playful squeeze through the fabric. "At least the flash drive made it."
"Yeah, it''s there," Xin managed to say. "You..."
"Hmm?" Lorna cocked her head, blinking innocently.
"No, I mean " Xin struggled to suppress all of the questions and ideas flooding his mind. "Thank you."
Lorna smiled serenely, her lips resembling a gentle peach blossom as she closed her eyes and whispered a soft incantation. "Corpus meum leve ut pluma."
A luminous quantum blue light surrounded them like a cocoon as they flipped upside down, their descent slowing until their boots gracefully met the cool, smooth stone floor. As they landed, the light dissipated, leaving behind a sense of wonder and awe in Xins mind.
Just then, he realized they were now in a deserted alleyway between two buildings. They were hidden from public view, which gave him some relief.
Then, as if a switch had been flipped, it dawned on him. They needed to move. The alley wouldn''t shield them from Imperial forces for long.
"We should get to the main street," Xin suggested, still trying to process everything that had just happened. "My car''s in a garage two blocks from here. We can move faster that way."
Lorna nodded, her sapphire eyes scanning their surroundings with efficiency. "Lead the way."
As they emerged from the alley onto Xinyi Road, Xin became acutely aware of how they must appear. His gray prison uniform marked him instantly, and beside him walked the most un-Imperial woman imaginable tall, blonde, and radiating confidence in a way the Imperium''s social programming actively discouraged.
The morning crowd parted around them like water around stones. A businessman in a tailored suit stared openly, his coffee forgotten in his hand.
Two schoolgirls whispered furiously to each other, their eyes wide, whether with fascination or suspicion, Xin could not tell.
An elderly woman selling fruit from a cart made a protective gesture with her fingers as they passed.
"Everyone''s staring," Xin muttered, hunching his shoulders instinctively.
Lorna smiled, seemingly unbothered as they navigated through the throng of pedestrians. "They''re staring at you, not me."
Xin couldn''t help but laugh, the sound surprising him. How long had it been since he''d genuinely laughed? "I seriously doubt that." His eyes scanned the faces around them. "Want to know why?"
A hover-tram passed overhead, its shadow briefly cooling them from the morning sun. Lorna tilted her head, the gesture somehow both predatory and playful. "Enlighten me."
"In this society" Xin lowered his voice and scanned for surveillance drones, old habits deeply ingrained, "foreign women are rare enough to be novelties. A blonde psion with weapons? You might as well be from the Realm of Divines."
"Nah, I''d look too short for someone from Jupiter," she chuckled.
A patrol drone buzzed nearby, its Imperial insignia glinting in the sunlight.
"They''ll be looking for us soon," Xin warned in a low voice. "The Imperial Legion never rests"
Without breaking stride, Lorna slipped her arm through Xin''s, pulling him closer as they ducked under a shop awning.
"Just smile," she whispered, her breath warm against his ear. "Look like we''re just another couple."
"Couple," Xin repeated softly, feeling heat rise to his face, his imaginations running wild. "Couple."
The drone hovered momentarily before continuing on its programmed path. Xin released the breath he''d been holding, but Lorna kept her arm linked with his. For appearance''s sake, he told himself, though the weight of her arm through his felt startlingly right. Her subtle scent of lavender lingered between them, impossible to ignore at this proximity.
They passed a public viewing screen where an Atomic News Network broadcast showed footage of what they''d left behindthe Amber Moon Spire, smoke billowing from its upper floors. The reporter''s voice was calm, detached and distant, but just enough for Xin''s sharp hearing to make out the details: "Attack on ZenFusion headquarterslocal government suspects Terra Alliance involvement! Citizens advised to report suspicious activity... could this mean the end of the Terra-Dragon Cold War and the beginning of something more volatile?"
"That was fast," Lorna remarked, her tone light but her eyes sharp as she assessed the crowd''s reaction to the news.
A street vendor selling steamed buns called out to them in Taiwanese, offering a special discount. "*Gn-, beh chih pn-th? b?? Nn?g- g khok la!*"
Xin was about to decline when Lorna veered toward the stall, pulling him along.
"We should blend in," she explained, raising the silver white watch on her left wrist as her right hand held up index and middle fingers. "Two, please."
"You can speak my people''s language?" he raised an eyebrow.
"No." Lorna shrugged as she met his gaze, her lips curving into a relaxed smile. "But some things transcend languages."
The vendor, an older man with deep dimples, nodded as he held up a scanner to scan the blue holographic bubble that formed above the dial of Lorna''s watch with obvious appreciation.
As Xin looked, the bubble shifted to a line of blue texts: ''Deducted: $5 Atomic Dollars.''
The vendor handed over two steaming buns wrapped in paper.
"Beautiful wife," he commented to Xin with accented English and a knowing wink. "You very lucky man. Luckiest in all the Five Realms."
Xin felt heat rise to his face. "She''s not"
"Thank you," Lorna interrupted smoothly, taking a bite of her bun. "My husband is too modest."
As they continued walking, Xin struggled to find words. The bun was warm in his hand, its familiar scent a strange counterpoint to the surreal situation.
"Sorry about that," Lorna said, noticing his discomfort. "Cover stories make things easier."
"No, it''s fine," Xin managed, finally taking a bite of his own bun. The taste brought back memories of his childhood, before ZenFusion, before his dreams had been crushed under the pragmatism of survival. Something in him wished her words weren''t just for show. "I''m just not used tobeing seen."
"What do you mean?"
He hesitated, searching for words that wouldn''t sound pathetic. "In the Imperium, especially for someone like me, the goal is to be invisible. Do your job, keep your head down, don''t attract attention."
"Too late for that," Lorna remarked with a hint of sarcasm, her eyes scanning the crowd ahead of them. "You''re walking through Taipei with an Alliance agent, after helping steal classified data and escaping from the most secure building in the city."
Put like that, it sounded absurd. Xin found himself laughing again. "Exactly."
"It''s not that bad. You''ll get used to it," she grinned.
"Lorna," he suddenly turned to look at her. "We forgot your pistol."
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"Oh, right!" Lorna quickly swallowed a bite of her steam bun and released his arm. She thrust her half-eaten bun into his hand. "Hold this for me."
"Okay, but" Before Xin could finish, Lorna''s posture changed. Her eyes narrowed, scanning something beyond his shoulder.
With a swift, practiced motion, she gripped his shoulder and steered him around the corner into a different secluded alley. The sudden movement pressed them close together, her trench coat brushing against him as they slipped into shadow.
"What''s wrong?" Xin whispered, awkwardly balancing both steam buns while trying to peer back toward the street.
"Shh." Lorna placed a finger to her lips, her sapphire eyes intense. She tilted her head, listening, then seemed satisfied they weren''t followed.
Raising her right hand, palm upward, she closed her eyes briefly in concentration. When they reopened, they held a gleam that wasn''t there before. Her voice, soft yet commanding, echoed in the narrow space between buildings: "Vli, h?r meinen Ruf."
The air before her hand shimmered, then tore open into a swirling blue vortex the size of a melon. Through this impossible window, Xin glimpsed fragments of the server room they''d left behind. Lorna''s white 10mm pistol drifted through the portal, suspended in midair before settling gently into her waiting palm. The vortex collapsed, leaving nothing but a faint scent of ozone.
"Amazing," Xin muttered, unable to hide his wonder. Even in an age of quantum computing and cold fusion, such mastery of psionics remained rareand within the Imperium, tightly controlled.
Lorna inspected her weapon before looking up with a small smile. "My 10mm, Vli, has an Echo Sapphire installed inside that allows me to summon it when needed." She tucked the pistol into her coat. "Same goes for my Psytum Sword, Baldr. Handy when I need to appear unarmed and pass security screenings."
"How many missions have you been on before?" Xin asked, leaning against the cool brick wall, trying to appear casual despite his racing heart. The casual way she''d performed such powerful magic, the way she moved with such certaintyit all pointed to years of experience.
Lorna reached into her pocket and drew a dark teal magazine, reloading her 10mm with practiced ease. She caught him watching and winked. "I could tell you, but then I''d have to kill you."
"In that case," Xin replied with a growing grin, "I''ll die happy."
Her laughtermusical, genuineechoed softly in the alley. She slipped the reloaded pistol back into her coat and fixed him with an appraising look. "Thanks for your help back there. If you hand me the flash drive now, I''ll compensate you properly. Does five thousand Atomic Dollars sound fair?"
"That, uh," Xin swallowed, his throat suddenly dry despite the steam bun''s moisture. He straightened his posture, meeting her gaze directly. "I don''t need it."
Lorna furrowed her brow. "Okay, I admit five thousand for something this valuable is lowballing. How about ten thousand?"
"No, really," he insisted, his voice finding strength. Something had awakened in himperhaps it had always been there, dormant beneath layers of Imperial conditioning and corporate servitude. "It''s not about the money."
"Well, I have to give you something. The Alliance always pays its debts." She crossed her arms, the gesture somehow both businesslike and playful.
"In that case..." Xin mustered his courage. The walls of the alley seemed to close in, making this moment feel intensely private. There would never be a better time. "I''d like to become one of you. That''s the payment I want."
"Excuse me?" Lorna''s eyebrow arched sharply.
"I want to join youthe Alliance," Xin repeated, then added more softly, "And you."
Lorna''s eyes darted around the alley, suddenly alert again. "What''s your reason?"
The question hung between them. Xin could have mentioned his hatred for the Imperium''s control, his desire for freedom, his technical skills. All would have been true. But standing here with her, another truth demanded to be spoken.
"You," he said simply.
"Hmm." Lorna stroked her chin thoughtfully, studying him with new intensity. "What''s so special about me?"
Xin took a deep breath, memories of Imperial social protocols screaming at him to stop, to retreat, to be invisible again. He ignored them all.
"I-I find you attractive," he stammered, the words tumbling out despite himself. "You''re my type."
A tense silence followed as Lorna blinked, clearly caught off guard. The alley seemed to hold its breath with them.
"Hey, Xin," she finally said, her tone gentler than before. "Look. That whole ''couple'' thing was really just for show." She ran a hand through her blonde hair, a nervous gesture at odds with her usual confidence. Her black military boots clicked against the ground as she shifted her weight. "Besides, we kinda just met."
"I understand," Xin nodded, clearing his throat. He handed her back her half-eaten bun with a small smile. "Timing is terrible, isn''t it? Running from Imperial forces, stolen data, possible interplanetary incident... And here I am, telling you I''m drawn to you. But that''s the thing about crossing paths with someone like you in a place like this it clarifies what matters."
And there she stood, Lorna, looking at Xin. A blush crept over her cheeks, her lips parted slightly as if words were about to escape, yet none came out from them.
"Look, I''m not asking for anything," Xin added, his voice softer but steady. "After years in ZenFusion, you learn to bury everything real. Today I chose not to. That''s all."
"It''s not that I" Lorna began, shifting her weight from one foot to the other and tapping her boots on the floor nervously. She paused, seemingly caught between professional detachment and something else. "In my line of work, connections are complicated. They become vulnerabilities. Weapons that others can use against you."
"I spent fifteen years designing systems that predict human behavior," Xin scratched his head sheepishly. "But I couldn''t predict how meeting you would make me feel like I''ve been asleep my whole life. Pathetic, right?"
"Not pathetic," Lorna answered, her blush still present. "Just... inconvenient. And possibly terrible judgment on both our parts." The hint of a smile played at the corners of her mouth.
"Wouldn''t be the first time my judgment''s been questioned," Xin replied with a slight pucker of his lips. "I once crashed an entire server farm because I refused to believe a colleague''s code could possibly work. To hear Dilinur say it, ZenFusion almost lost a million on that day. That was terrible judgment. This?" He gestured between them. "This feels like the first clear thought I''ve had in years."
Lorna''s expression softened, vulnerability briefly replacing her professional mask. "Xin, I"
Suddenly, from somewhere above them, a deep and menacing voice suddenly pierced through the air. "*Fanginn eigi lengur! Rs, mnir tr?lar. Rs!*"
"Him?" Lorna''s whole body shook at the sound, her confident demeanor vanishing in an instant. "That can only be him."
"That voice. Ive heard it once while I was locked in there, I wonder what it could be," Xin looked up, his eyes tracing the towering silhouette of the Amber Moon Spire.
Even from their hidden vantage point on the ground, the spires grandeur was undeniable. Shaped like a pagoda, it pierced the sky like a silvered blade, its many tiers glowing softly in the now-cloudy morning. The structure seemed to shimmer, its metallic surfaces emanating lights.
Rising hundreds of levels into the air, the Amber Moon Spire was a beacon of power and ambition, visible from every corner of the city a constant reminder of the forces that governed the Imperium.
"Xin, have you ever heard of this place being used to imprison Radi-Mons?" Lorna leaned in closer to Xin.
"Do you think that voice belongs to one of those monsters?" Xin met her gaze.
"Not just any monster," Lorna replied with a shake of her head as she gazed up at the imposing Amber Moon Spire. "But it couldn''t possibly be him...unless..."
"*Min tid for hefnd er kominn! Tessi reikistjarna vereur mn aftur!*"The deep voice from above sounded again.
"Diego, link Thomas''s location with my Quantum Watch," Lorna instructed, pressing her right hand to her ear while raising her left hand, revealing a silver watch on her wrist that was now glowing blue from within her sleeve.
"You have a Quantum Watch too?" Xin asked, glancing at Lorna''s delicate ivory skin and the intricate details of the watch.
"Yeah, its a gift from someone," Lorna replied. "I''ll let my team decide if you''re SIMU material after we make it out."
"I understand," Xin nodded, noticing the rough texture of Lornas ivory-toned hands compared to her otherwise flawless appearance. "What do you need me to do?"
Lorna replied as she put her hand back in her pocket. "My team said to rally at the Songnei Starport. Can you get us there?"
"I can. Faster if we take my car " Xin looked around the alleyway.
Without warning, the serene view of the Amber Moon Spire was shattered by a deafening explosion. The ground beneath Lorna and Xin trembled as a massive fireball erupted from the side of the building, sending shards of glass and twisted metal spiraling through the air. The shockwave swept through the alleyway, forcing them to brace against the cold, rough walls for support.
Through the thick smoke and debris, something immense and nightmarish emerged from the gaping wound in the spire''s side. The creature was unlike anything Xin had ever seen, its grotesque form barely fitting through the jagged opening it had created. Its head was monstrous, a mass of sinewy flesh and armored plates, crowned with rows of razor-sharp teeth that gleamed with a sickly, wet sheen. Its eyes burned a menacing red, glowing with a feral intelligence.
As it heaved its massive body through the wreckage, the creature''s lower half came into view an amalgamation of writhing tentacles and powerful, muscled limbs that supported its five-meter frame. The tentacles, thick and pulsating with a life of their own, clung to the building''s exterior, tearing at the structure as they propelled the beast downward. Its legs, disproportionately large and ending in talon-like claws, gouged deep furrows into the spire''s walls as it descended with terrifying speed.
Lorna and Xin, still hidden in the shadowed alleyway, could only watch in horror as the creature plummeted towards the city below. They couldn''t see where it would land, but the sound of its impact reached them like a thunderclap metal screeched and buckled, glass shattered, and the ground quaked with the force of the collision. Distant screams filled the air, followed by the panicked wail of alarms blaring across the cityscape.
"The Concordat. They never honored it." Lorna muttered to herself.
"What is that thing?" Xin whispered, unable to tear his eyes away from the destruction.
Lorna''s face had gone pale, her usual confidence replaced by something Xin hadn''t seen beforenot fear exactly, but a grim recognition.
"A Radi-Mon Primarch," she said, the word barely audible. "The worst among them. It''s what we thought the Imperium had contained."
"So that''s what Dilinur has imprisoned in the Spire?" Xin asked, connecting pieces of information in his mind. "Is that related to the data we extracted?"
Lorna turned to him, her eyes sharpening with renewed focus. "The Moondust Crystal data isn''t just valuable intelligence. It''s the key to controlling creatures like that or stopping them." She pressed her hand against the flash drive in his pocket. "What you''ve got there might be the difference between the Five Realms'' survival and extinction."
The weight of her words settled over him. Whatever attraction or connection he''d felt before was now secondary to something vastly more important. He straightened his posture, a decision crystalizing within him.
"Then we need to get it to your people." His voice was steadier than he expected. "My car''s green, parked in the underground lot two blocks east. If we cut through the maintenance corridors, we can avoid the main streets and whatever chaos that Primarch is causing."
Lorna studied him for a moment, something new in her expression.
Lets finish our steam buns first." she said, a hint of her earlier warmth returning as she extended her arm. "And try not to die."
"I won''t. Not when there''s finally something worth living for." Xin gave Lornas steam bun back as he met her gaze.
The air filled with the sounds of approaching Imperial sirens and the distant roar of the creature. He turned and led the way through the shadows.
"This way." he said, each step taking them closer to whatever future awaited beyond Taipei''s burning skyline.
Ch17 Lorna VII: Car Chase
09:45, February 10, 2295
Section 4, Xinyi Road, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
Lorna settled into the car seat with a soft hiss as she shut the door. "Xin, is the comm-link ready?"
"Yep, all systems connected and synced to your communication channel," Xin''s fingers flew over the control panel, navigating through layers of encryption protocols.
"Thomas, Manny, we are en route to Terminal 7 of Songnei Starport. See you at Rally Point Echo," Lorna spoke into the car''s built-in communication system from her position in the front passenger seat.
"Copy that, Lorna. Diego''s StarWhale will be landing soon. Drive safe," Thomas''s voice came through the speakers. "And howdy, Xin. This is Thomas."
"How do you do, Thomas?" Xin replied, his fingers tightly gripping the steering wheel as he started the fusion-powered car. Urgent red and amber lights flashed across the sleek dashboard. "I look forward to meeting you all."
The vehicle hummed to life, its fusion core pulsing with a gentle vibration that Lorna could feel through the seat. Outside, Taipei''s skyline loomed like a forest of gleaming monoliths, each adorned with massive Imperial banners that fluttered in the morning breeze. The city was a strange fusion of ancient architecture and modern technology C towering pagoda-style skyscrapers with quantum computing cores occasionally visible through transparent sections of their facades.
Lorna glanced back at their rearview mirror, taking in the swarm of pursuers that were quickly closing in on them. About a dozen Bloodtroopers rode crimson red Hoverbikes, each carrying a deactivated Thermal Battleaxe on their back. The morning sun glinted off their armor, turning them into streaks of blood-red lightning cutting through the traffic.
"Do those troopers recognize your car or something?" Lorna kept her eyes trained on their pursuers, noting how pedestrians scattered from the sidewalks as the Bloodtroopers approached.
"Yeah, I guess working too much has its downsides. All the security and Dilinur''s lackeys know my car," Xin responded calmly as his foot pressed down on the gas pedal. "Plus, it''s painted green. Not exactly favored in these parts."
The car surged forward, its fusion drive emitting a high-pitched whine as it accelerated, weaving between automated delivery drones and civilian vehicles.
Lorna''s heart raced as she sat in the passenger seat, keeping her gaze fixed on Xin as he expertly maneuvered through the busy traffic. "Why is a green-colored car looked down upon?"
"In year ''77, there was a rebellion to overthrow the Imperium and establish our own country - the Constitutional Republic. Their flag had a green sparrow and tree branch. So now, green has become associated with anti-Imperium sentiments," Xin explained, his voice tense but his eyes focused on the road ahead. He jerked the wheel sharply, taking them down a narrow alley where laundry lines stretched between buildings like colorful spider webs. "Obviously, the rebels lost, or else I wouldn''t have to pretend to be a happy, loyal Imperial."
"Lorna. Director Otis has authorized you to use weapons in public," Diego''s disembodied voice came through the car''s speakers, snapping Lorna out of her thoughts. The sound was tinged with static as they passed under a disruption field near what appeared to be a finance district. "Do be cautious. We don''t want any accidents with the locals."
"Got it, Diego," Lorna nodded before looking at Xin. "Keep us steady. I''ll shoot."
"Understood," he replied, voice strained but eyes focused. "I''m lowering the windows."
Outside, the towering buildings cast harsh shadows under the cloudy morning sky, as if holding their breath. The air smelled of ozone and industrial chemicals, with underlying notes of street food from scattered vendors who were hastily closing their stalls at the first sign of Imperial pursuit.
"Now, Xin!" Lorna''s voice cut through. At her command, the windows slid down with a smooth hiss, exposing them to the raw chaos outside. The scenery flew past them in a blur of light and shadow, the wind whipping Lorna''s blonde hair across her face as the noise of the city C honking vehicles, shouting pedestrians, and the high-pitched whine of the Hoverbikes C rushed in like a tidal wave.
"There you go!" Xin shouted over the din, his knuckles white against the steering wheel as he navigated a sharp turn around the base of a building. Lorna''s Quantum Watch hummed, a holographic label above its dial displaying ''Taipei Financial Tower. Note: Anti-money Laundering (AML) regulations in effect''.
Without hesitation, Lorna leaned out of the window, gripping her 10mm Magnum tightly in her left hand. The metal was cold against her palm, the weight familiar and reassuring. Her aim was precise as she fired at the red Hoverbikes, three shots each time, disabling their propulsion systems one by one. The gun''s report was shockingly loud in the urban canyon, echoing off the glass and steel surfaces. Sparks erupted from their hoverpads as they sputtered and fell behind in pursuit, the smell of burning electronics and fusion coolant filling the air.
Four Hoverbikes fell back and relinquished their pursuit, their riders tumbling onto the pavement in a clatter of armor and curses. But the rest pressed on, their horns blaring loudly in warning as they weaved through traffic with practiced precision. One Bloodtrooper activated his helmet''s targeting system, the red laser dot dancing across the back of their car.
"They''re calling for reinforcements!" Xin warned, glancing at a holographic notification that popped up on his dashboard. "Imperial checkpoints are being established at all major intersections ahead."
"Then we need a shortcut," Lorna replied, scanning the urban landscape around them. "Any ideas?"
Xin nodded grimly. "The old underground markets. Entrance coming up on the right C they were part of the rebellion''s network. Not on any official maps."
He wrenched the wheel hard, sending them down a steep ramp that looked like nothing more than a service entrance. The daylight vanished as they plunged into a dimly lit tunnel, the fusion lights of their car illuminating abandoned stalls and faded revolutionary slogans painted on the walls. The ceiling was low, forcing the Bloodtroopers to slow down as their Hoverbikes entered the confined space.
A Hoverbike zoomed closer towards their car from the left, with a Bloodtrooper riding it and pulling out a golden chain. "You won''t escape, Alliance bitch!" His voice was distorted through his helmet''s speaker, but the hatred came through clearly.
"Xin, get back!" Lorna yelled, her eyes widening as she glanced to the side.
"Got it!" Xin shouted back, pressing a button on his side. He immediately sat upright in his seat, which moved back just enough to avoid Lorna''s shooting line with her 10mm Magnum.
As Lorna extended her left arm and took aim, the pistol hummed with a low, resonant thrum. She fired seven quick shots, each one propelled with force. The kinetic rounds slammed into the Bloodtrooper''s helmet, one after the other, with unerring accuracy. The helmet cracked and splintered under the relentless impact, and the Bloodtrooper let out a pained groan before toppling off his Hoverbike.
The unmanned bike careened into a support column, exploding in a shower of sparks and flames that briefly illuminated the cavernous underground market. The fire cast dancing shadows across abandoned stalls.
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"Hard left here!" Xin called out, taking them through a narrow passage where the walls were close enough to scrape the car''s paint. "This leads to the old pneumatic transit system. It''ll put us back on track."
But the sheer recoil of the shots caused her wrist to throb with a dull ache. She winced slightly, massaging her wrist as they emerged into a wider section of the underground network. "Uh, I hate using guns."
"Why''s that?" Xin asked, navigating around a collapsed section of ceiling. "You''re pretty good with it."
"Psionics is cleaner," Lorna replied, checking her magazine. "Guns are... primitive. And the recoils, ugh." She didn''t add that they reminded her too much of her early days on the run, before she''d fully mastered her abilities.
Lorna withdrew her 10mm Magnum and briefly massaged her wrist once more with her right hand before looking ahead. "How many troopers left?"
Glancing at the rearview mirror, which showed the pursuing Hoverbikes weaving through the collapsed sections of the underground market, Xin responded shortly. "Seven."
"Fuck." Lorna exhaled before continuing. "You Imperials work hard, I''ll give you that."
"I suppose we do," Xin made a smile that did not reach his eyes as they burst from the underground passage into the gray morning light. They had emerged in an industrial area, where massive cargo haulers rumbled along dedicated roadways. "That''s why the rebellion failed. The Imperium just...never stops coming."
"In the Terra Alliance, though," Lorna leaned forward in her seat, watching as the Bloodtroopers emerged from the tunnel behind them, "we prefer working smart."
"So I heard," Xin grinned as he looked at Lorna, swinging the car onto a wide avenue that led directly to the Starport''s massive perimeter. "What''s it like?"
"Watch this," Lorna replied with a mischievous smile. She removed the magazine from her pistol, revealing only 5 bullets remaining. The magazine felt warm in her hand, thrumming with potential energy. She held up the dark teal magazine and spoke to it. "Luna, Custodem Fulminis."
The air around them grew cold as an intense power surged through her body, sending a wave of bio-electricity radiating from her palm. Silver-blue light coursed along her arm like liquid lightning, crawling across her skin and gathering around the magazine with increasing intensity. The hair on Xin''s slender arms stood on end as the electrical charge built up in the confined space of the car.
As her chant ended, the magazine''s surface was covered in an intricate web of lightning, crackling and spitting with barely contained energy. Without hesitation, she hurled the magazine out of the car window and onto the road behind them.
As Lorna glanced at the rearview mirror with a cunning grin, she saw the magazine exploding into a network of electrified bolts that engulfed the road and the airspace above it. The expanding web of energy resembled a ghostly blue spider''s web, stretching across the entire width of the avenue. The remaining Bloodtroopers on their Hoverbikes were caught in the chaos, their vehicles short-circuiting upon contact with the electric web. Shouts of confusion echoed as their bikes malfunctioned and they were forced to flee on foot. The resulting pile-up of disabled Hoverbikes created a tangled heap of metal before being destroyed by a blast of blue energy.
The electrical discharge was so powerful that nearby streetlights flickered and died, and the electronics in surrounding buildings momentarily went dark. Civilians who had been watching from windows or doorways quickly retreated inside, knowing better than to witness Imperial forces being defeated.
As the car sped forward, leaving their pursuers behind, Lorna finished her move and slumped into her seat, coughing as she closed her eyes. Her skin felt clammy, and there was a metallic taste in her mouth C the familiar aftermath of depleting her Aether reserves.
"You okay, Lorna?" Xin immediately expressed as he continued driving and peeked at Lorna. The concern in his voice seemed genuine.
"Yeahout of Aether," Lorna replied with a weary sigh, reaching into her trench coat to retrieve an iridescent vial filled with dark blue liquid. The bottle was cool to the touch, with strange symbols etched into its surface that seemed to shift and change as she handled it. Taking a sip, she let out a satisfied hum as warmth spread through her body, chasing away the cold emptiness left by her depleted reserves. She returned the vial to her pocket. "Hmm much better."
"Indra-Sprite," Xin looked at the vial in recognition. "The New Indo-Pacific Union down south exports lots of it. I heard psionic people use it a lot?"
"We do," Lorna replied, leaning back in her seat with a tired sigh. "It replenishes our Aether after casting more powerful spells. How did you know it was Indra-Sprite?"
"Ijoined a club at college once, hoping to become a psionic by drinking it," Xin hesitantly shared as he drove with the windows rolled up.
Lorna giggled, looking out the windows. "That''s so silly. Kinda cute, though."
"I envy psionic people, you know," Xin admitted. "You all can do such amazing things. I wish I had that kind of power."
"You don''t want to be like us, trust me," Lorna suddenly muttered in exhaustion, looking out the window as they left the bustling city behind and entered a major thoroughfare leading to the Starport. "All these incantations do something to your brain. It''s not fun."
"I see," Xin shifted in his seat. "If there''s anything you want to talk about, I''m all ears."
An incoming call rang in the car, the dashboard flashing with an Imperial encryption code that shouldn''t have been able to reach them. Xin pulled one hand off the steering wheel to answer it, his expression a mixture of surprise and resignation. A hologram of the woman appeared between Xin and Lorna in the front seats, her countenance glowing in the ambient car light. Her jet black hair held into an updo by the familiar red pin that marked her rank within the Imperium hierarchy.
"Well, well. It seems you Alliance scum are more capable than I gave you credit for," Dilinur taunted, her hologram flashing an arrogant grin. Her image flickered slightly as they passed under a transit overpass, but quickly stabilized.
"We have the Moondust Crystal''s data, Dinu. A rebellion is coming," Xin exclaimed, drawing the flash drive from his pocket to brandish it in front of Dilinur''s hologram. His voice carried a conviction that Lorna hadn''t heard before.
"Rebellion, Xin?" Dilinur''s hologram responded coolly, her eyes narrowing as she regarded him. "You''re just a thief assisting Alliance hypocrites. I thought better of you."
"Dinu, listen." Xin said intently. "If anyone in the Five Realms could stand up to the Imperium of Dragons, it''s the Terra Alliance."
Dilinur''s expression hardened. "I see you''re truly, irredeemably insane."
"Dilinur. Why does Skarn have cybernetics?" Lorna leaned forward in her seat, challenging Dilinur, deliberately changing the subject to spare Xin from further threats. "The Svalbard Concordat of ''93 specifically stated. You people were to keep him sealed after our combined forces took him down. Nothing else."
"It is not my place to decide what the Concordat demands of our Imperium. Or how we honor it," Dilinur smirked, though her eyes betrayed a momentary flash of something C guilt? fear? C before her mask of arrogance returned. "We could have kept Skarn contained if you Alliance dogs hadn''t invaded our territory today."
"Wrong. You were to seal him in his defeated state. Instead, you healed him back up and enhanced him." Lorna ground her teeth, the taste of Indra-Sprite still lingering on her tongue. "What game are you playing?"
"I will NOT discuss such important matters with an Alliance whore," Dilinur''s smile disappeared and her voice turned menacing and malicious.
"You were experimenting on him," Lorna''s disgust was palpable. "Do you have any idea what you''ve unleashed?"
"What we''ve unleashed?" Dilinur laughed, the sound hollow and cold. "The Concordat was a demonstration of the Imperium''s mercy. We could have studied him, learned from him, harnessed his power. Instead, we honored your ridiculous demands to contain him."
"You''ve violated international law and endangered billions." Lorna snapped.
"International law, or just rules made up for the Alliance''s benefits?" Dilinur''s hologram leaned forward, her eyes burning with intensity. "Do not repeat your parents'' stupid mistakes, Xin," her gaze shifted to him, "Step aside, or be squashed."
Before either could respond, Dilinur''s hologram flickered and vanished, leaving behind a tense silence broken only by the hum of the fusion engine.
"Step aside or be squashed." Xin repeated bitterly, but his white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel told a different story. "Spoken like a true Imperium officer."
Lorna glanced at him, seeing the conflict written across his face. She thought of her own lost family, and felt a surprising pang of empathy for this Imperial who perhaps wasn''t so different from her after all.
"We''re almost at the Starport, right?" she said, choosing her words carefully. "You''re doing the right thing. Just keep at it."
Xin nodded, his jaw set with determination as they approached the Starport''s perimeter checkpoint. Ahead, Thomas and Emmanuel would be waiting with their escape route C if they could make it past whatever reception the Imperium had prepared for them.
Ch18 Dilinur II: Cherry Tactics
10:45, February 10, 2295
Room 1888, 88th Floor, Amber Moon Spire (), ZenFusion Taipei branch, No. 7, Section 5, Xinyi District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
"Golden Serpents, assemble!" Dilinur Altai spoke as she sat in the plush crimson chair.
The conference room, washed in the amber light of a dozen screens, flickered to life with the arrival of three specters. They shimmered into existence around the obsidian table their holographic forms sharp enough to cut through the ambient hum of machinery.
Iron Roach materialized first, the seams of his reality bleeding together until his figure stood solid and menacing. His slicked-back hair lay plastered against his scalp like a helmet of polished jet. The glint of crimson sunglasses obscured his eyes, the black metallic combat suit tailored to accentuate a stature that towered even in its intangible state, every fiber screaming dominance.
"Let''s get this over with," he growled, his voice as coarse as gravel dragged across concrete.
"Impatient much, Iron Roach?" Kaori Ouyang phased in next, her soprano voice echoing in the space. Her form was wrapped in the silk of traditional Japanese attire. Her sleek bun sat atop her head like a crown, held in place by ornate pins that whispered of secrets and status. The fabric of her kimono hugged her silhouette, suggesting strength within its graceful folds. Her amber eyes, unclouded and piercing, scanned the room, and her full, crimson lips curved into a dangerous smile. Dark golden earrings with deep red jewels adorned her ears.
"Skarn has escaped, and so did one of our top engineers at ZenFusion Taipei," Dilinur said, her voice a melody of control and command. "As members of the Golden Serpent Circle, we must make haste to right the wrongs."
"Indeed," Last to coalesce was Shazmeen Varma, an enigma wrapped in colors vibrant enough to stir envy in a peacock''s plume. Her long, raven-black hair fell in soft waves down her back. Her attire was a black and crimson ensemble that clung to her hourglass figure, leaving little to the imagination. The embroidered patterns on her blouse and dupatta showcased her high status, while the exposed midriff emphasized her confidence in her femininity, her voice a silken lash."But let us not confuse haste for efficiency."
Each hologram cast no shadow, yet their presence filled the room with weight the kind that pressed upon the chest and dared one to breathe too deeply. They were the apex of their respective domains, yet their pact was as fragile as the lines of code that kept them tethered to this virtual conclave.
Though these were not all of the Golden Serpent Circles members an exclusive assembly of the most trusted and skilled individuals serving the Emperor, they would have to suffice for today. Or so Dilinur thought.
"Ive read the reports," Roach''s image flickered, a glint of malice in his hollow cybernetic eyes. "One of those eggheads defected and stole the Moondust Crystals info, correct?"
"Astonishing, Roach. You actually read what Dinu writes for once," Kaori chimed in, her tone cool yet potent as her hologram shimmered, the embroidered dragons on her robe seeming to coil and uncoil with subdued energy.
"Then there''s the matter of the Amber Moon Spire," Shazmeen put a hand to her chin. "In a single day, it has been infiltrated by two Alliance agents brazen, under our very noses. An affront that cannot go unanswered."
"One of them is that Lorna Weiss, right?" Roach''s jaw was set like steel. "Its high time we taught the little bitch a lesson."
"I am curious to finally meet this notorious Alliance agent you all seem so afraid of," Kaori added, her eyes narrowing. "I wonder if we should invite Joon-Seok for this task."
"The Prince is presently occupied on Mars. But I have faith the two of you will suffice," Shazmeen offered, nodding toward the pair. "Lorna Weiss is known for her arrogance, and tends to err when the opposition seems weak at first."
"Consider her gone, Shaz," Roach said with a nod, his image radiating an aura of inevitability. "Kaori and I have slain hundreds of Alliance bastards before."
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"About that. The Emperor has just sent word. He prefers that Wu Zhi-Xin be captured alive," Shazmeen tilted her head, the jewelry on her ears chiming softly. "You are free to deal with Lorna Weiss as you see fit."
"Of course," Kaori chuckled, her crimson lips shining in the light. "Imperials always preserve one another."
"Meanwhile," Dilinur''s voice rose, commanding attention, "the Fenris Horde''s Radi-Mon have become emboldened with Skarns escape. Our civilians need protection."
"Isn''t that what your Bloodtroopers are for?" Roach smirked, "I never cared much about peasants and weaklings."
"View them as lowly all you like, Roach, but they are the lifeblood of our Imperium," Dilinur affirmed, her black silk robe undulating like a raven''s wing. "An empire cannot survive without its people."
"Commendable," said Kaori with a respectful incline of her head, her fingers brushed absentmindedly at her red earrings.
"Fine," Roach declared, his image starting to fade. "Just make sure your men stay out of my way. And Kaoris."
"As usual, I will monitor your progress and provide insights when necessary," Shazmeen murmured, her hologram losing its luster. "May victory be bathed in the blood of our adversaries."
"Until the next convergence," Kaori whispered, her form dissolving into nothingness with the finality of a blade sliding back into its sheath.
The air crackled with the remnants of holographic farewells when Zu-Shao Qins towering form shattered the room''s fragile calm, his unannounced presence an affront to protocol. He swept in like a tempest, robes billowing, the amber of his eyes reflecting a predator''s glee.
Zu-Shao Qin emanated an aura of cold, unyielding authority that is as intimidating as it is calculated. His facial features were sharply defined, almost angular. The bald head only added to his menacing appearance.
Draped over his shoulders was a robe of luxurious fabric, its surface a swirling pattern of deep red and black. The robe was adorned with intricate golden embroidery along the edges, and a fierce dragon emblem, also in gold, coiled menacingly across his chest an unmistakable symbol of his power and status.
"Prefect Altai," Zu-Shao Qin intoned, his voice a blade whetted on the stones of countless cold judgments. "Your exploits have reached my ears, and they echo with the hollowness of failure."
"Governor Qin!" Dinu''s throat constricted, each word from Shao a lash upon her pride. She stood tall, though her spirit quivered like a taut string, ready to snap.
"Yet," he continued, his amber eyes boring into her with the intensity of a star going nova, "the Imperium is not without mercy."
Dinu''s heart raced as she fought to keep her composure. She had no choice but to obey Shao, for he was her superior the one who held all the power over her. Her superior, protector and oppressor. She couldn''t shake the memories of his past abuses, using his position to take advantage of her in unspeakable ways. But still, she straightened her back and met his gaze with determination.
"My lord, I have already requested aid from all Golden Serpent members on Earth. You will not be disappointed," she said with false confidence, hoping to appease him.
"Ive listened in on the meeting. Change your objective," Shao commanded as he held up a finger, his tone brooking no argument. "You and your Bloodtroopers will pursue Subject S that Radi-Mon named Skarn. You will render him immobile until my Conjurers arrive to take him back into custody."
The room hummed with the residual tension. Dilinur''s fingers traced the ornate hairpin holding together the strands of her resolve.
"Governor Qin," she murmured, her voice barely carrying across the foreboding expanse between them. "The task is clear, but I must implore you the civilians of Taiwan need our protection."
"Your empathy is not a virtue here, Dinu," Shao interjected, waving dismissively, as if swatting away a bothersome insect. "Weve put too much resources into Skarn''s revival and cybernetic augmentations to let him roam freely. One does not consider the blood spilled when removing a tumor."
"Even when the blood is that of our peoples, my lord?" Dilinur countered, her gaze unflinching, despite the churning maelstrom inside her.
"Collateral," he spat out the word as if it were a bitter seed. "Remember your place, and remember the fate of those who let sentimentality cloud their judgment."
The order hung in the air, a yoke she must bear or be crushed beneath. She nodded, her movements mechanical, the puppet strings of duty and desperation pulling taut.
"Understood, Governor Qin," she replied, her voice a whisper-thin veil barely concealing the tumultuous storm raging in her psyche.
Shao''s lips twitched upward in a semblance of approval, a predator baring teeth in a mockery of a smile. He turned then, his robe swirling around him, a crimson tide retreating. " Once your task is done, report to me at the Governor''s Palace."
The silence that followed was a vacuum, draining the warmth from the room. Dilinur''s stare lingered on Shao''s retreating form, the dragon emblem on his robe a stark reminder of the power he wielded.
She turned away, her silhouette casting a long shadow across the floor as she stepped outside, into the corridor. Six Bloodtroopers and two Conjurers awaited her command, instruments of war ready to be played by her deft hands.
"Protect the innocents," she whispered to herself, a mantra to steady her shaken resolve. "Protect them, even as you walk with devils."
Ch19.1 Xin VII: Unseen (Scene 1)
09:58, February 10, 2295
No. 3, Ketagalan Boulevard, Zhongzheng District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
Xin''s hands tightened on the steering wheel as he abruptly turned down a narrow side street. The car''s tires squealed.
"Where are you going? The Starport''s the other way." Lorna asked, her hand instinctively moving closer to her 10mm Magnum.
"Surveillance grid ahead," Xin muttered, his eyes narrowing as he eyed the telltale shimmer of cloaked drones above the main thoroughfare. "Pattern recognition and thermal imaging."
Lorna followed his gaze, though the drones were nearly invisible against the morning sky. "You think theyll flag us?"
"My green car? Absolutely." Xin replied with a bitter smile.
"Well, I''ll just assume you know what you''re doing." Lorna sighed, sinking back in her seat.
"We''re entering Old Taipei," Xin explained, his voice softening as the sleek glass-and-chrome architecture gave way to weathered stone and traditional red-tiled roofs. "The surveillance grid has blind spots here. The Imperium considers these historic districts too dirty to waste resources on."
Suddenly, a notification chimed from Xin''s dashboard a message in Mandarin scrolled across the screen. His expression darkened.
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''ȫؽͨ: Lorna Weiss; N: S; : ƉĹCơCýwٿءBmˡY; p: 60,000 ԭˎ''
The messages were accompanied by holographic portraits of both Xin and Lorna, clearly composites C part actual surveillance footage, part crude AI reconstruction. The algorithms had done their worst, making their features sharper, meaner.
"What is it?" Lorna asked, though she recognized her own distorted face floating above the dashboard.
"The national security just issued an all-points bulletin for our arrest." He pressed his palm against a biometric reader on the dashboard, and the car''s exterior shimmer subtly shifted. "Camouflage mode. Won''t fool a direct scan, but it''ll buy us time."
On the dashboard, both portraits showed them grinning and laughing menacingly C Xin with a sneer he''d never worn, Lorna with a predatory expression, baring her white teeth, her eyes altered to glow with unnatural malice.
"Really?" Lorna watched the dashboard in amusement, resting her head on her palm, leaning against the car door on her side. "They''ve made me into some sort of Saturday morning show villain."
"That just means you''re doing the right thing, pissing them off so much." Xin chuckled as he continued driving, though the tightness around his eyes betrayed his nervousness. "And apparently I''m guilty of ''attempting to overthrow the state''. Always wanted to add ''revolutionary'' to my resume."
"Can''t read Imperial texts, but they''re saying sixty thousand Atomic Credits for me, forty for you, right?" Lorna noted with mock indignation.
"That they are. Flattered, I suppose." Xin replied with a grim smile. Though his tone was light, his heart raced at the sight of their bounties displayed so prominently.
The car descended deeper into the labyrinth of narrow streets. As the gleaming towers faded behind them, Xin felt the familiar loosening in his chest that always came when he entered Old Taipei. The sterile uniformity gave way to chaotic vitality street vendors hawking their wares, elderly residents playing elephant chess on makeshift tables, children darting between buildings despite the chilly February air. Home, or the closest thing to it.
"You seem different here," Lorna observed. "More alive."
"Do I?" Xin allowed himself a half-smile, consciously relaxing his shoulders. "This is one of the few places where I don''t feel like I''m wearing a mask."
As he drove through the winding streets, Xin exchanged subtle greetings with locals a quick nod to Old Man Liang selling tea leaves, a hand gesture to Mrs. Chen arranging her fruit display.
Lorna noticed. "They know you."
"My uncle was respected here. These people remember." Xin checked the rearview mirror.
"We should keep moving, though," Lorna said, checking the time on her Quantum Watch. "Thomas and Emmanuel will be waiting."
"Just two minutes," Xin insisted, the urgency building in his chest. He rarely revealed this part of himself to outsiders, but something about Lorna compelled him. "There''s something Id like you to see."
"Fair enough." she let out a sigh, walking next to him.
"The Imperium calls this place ''Swindler''s Ponds'' now," he explained, bitterness seeping into his voice despite his efforts to contain it. "But for decades, it was the 228 Peace Memorial Park built to commemorate the genocide that led to Taiwan''s struggle for independence. That was back in the Digital Age, when such things mattered."
They approached a circular plaza that appeared unremarkable at first glance.
"Here," Xin said, gesturing to what seemed like an ordinary arrangement of white stones and red flowers. "Look at it from this angle."
He watched as Lorna tilted her head, following his direction. Her cerulean eyes widened slightly as the pattern revealed itself the white stones forming the numbers when viewed from their position, while the red flowers created a subtle outline resembling Taiwan''s geographical shape. The recognition in her expression brought an unexpected warmth to his chest. "Two C two C eight?"
"Yes. The gardeners are part of the resistance," Xin explained, lowering his voice. "They maintain these symbols right under the Imperium''s nose. There are dozens like this throughout the citya secret language for those who know where to look."
"Clever," Lorna remarked. "But why show me this?"
"My uncle designed the Constitutional Republic''s flag before the Imperium executed him in the final purge." Xin met her gaze directly, surprised by his own openness. He rarely shared these details with anyone, yet something about this Alliance agent inspired a strange trust. "This green car was his. Driving it openly is my way of carrying on his resistance."
The words hung between them. Xin waited for judgment or dismissal, but instead saw understanding dawning in Lorna''s blue eyes.
"My people have had...similar experiences in the last decade," she said. "Very different circumstances, but I understand the need to preserve who you are."
Confusion rippled through Xin. He tilted his head. "I thought you''re a Valoran, though? Diverse and sophisticated cultures, valuing personal freedom. Widely known. Well preserved, too."
Something flickered across Lorna''s face a shadow of emotion Xin couldn''t quite place. Her lips parted as if to explain, but before she could respond, his Quantum Watch emitted three sharp beeps. His blood ran cold he recognized that pattern immediately.
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"Drone," he whispered urgently, already calculating the fastest route to cover.
Before he could move, Lorna''s hand closed around his wrist. Strong, decisive. With surprising efficiency, she pulled him behind a large memorial stone, her movements fluid and practiced. Where he would have stumbled, she moved with precision, positioning them both in the shadow of the stone in one smooth motion.
Xin huddled against the icy granite, with Lorna''s larger body blocking him from sight, a soothing fragrance of lavender coming from her golden tresses. He felt thrown off balance by this gender role reversal - instead of him safeguarding her as he''d anticipated, she had taken charge of his protection.
"Uh, off-pattern surveillance," he managed to whisper, his heart hammering against his ribs as the drone hovered directly over the plaza. Its sensors glowed an ominous red as it swept the area. "Not routine. Someone''s hunting us specifically."
Lorna nodded, her body still but alert, like a coiled spring. She reminded him of the elite operatives he''d occasionally glimpsed in ZenFusion''s restricted areas each movement impactful, complete spatial awareness.
"It''s running facial recognition," Xin continued, acutely aware of how she''d positioned herself slightly in front of him, ready to move at a moment''s notice. "Military-grade. Definitely not standard issue for park security "
"ZenFusion?" she cut in, her voice barely audible even though her face was inches from his.
Xin shook his head, forcing himself to focus on the threat rather than their proximity. "Worse. Golden Serpent Circle. See the insignia?"
He gestured slightly, and Lorna shifted to allow him a better view while keeping them both concealed. The drone bore the distinctive emblem of the Imperium''s elite super agent unit a golden oriental serpent devouring its own tail.
"The Circle doesn''t handle corporate theft. They''re manhunters. Many are cruel and inhuman." he whispered, a chill running down his spine. "Dilinur''s one of them, too. Though as an Unblooded, she isn''tvery respected "
"We need to move," Lorna said, her voice tight with urgency. "Now."
"The exits will all be monitored," Xin whispered, his mind racing, recalling what little info he could from maintaining the legacy Golden Serpent software for back in his ZenFusion days. "There''s a seven-second blind spot in their grid between here and the service road, but timing it..."
Lorna''s eyes narrowed as she assessed their situation. "Show me the blind spot on your watch."
With his Quantum Watch, Xin projected the surveillance map, his fingers trembling as he highlighted the path. "Here. But the drone will complete its sweep in approximately twenty seconds, and we''d need perfect timing."
"I''ve got the timing," Lorna cut in, taking his wrist to study the projection more closely. "You''ve got the knowledge. Let''s use both."
Her confidence steadied him. Xin nodded. The drone continued its programmed path, eventually hovering over the eastern edge of the park.
"Now," Lorna whispered, already moving. Her steps were precise, deliberate, leaving minimal heat signatures.
He followed, trying to match her movements, feeling clumsy and obvious beside her fluid grace. Where she glided like a ghost, he stumbled over a root, nearly giving away their position.
Lorna caught his arm before he fell, steadying him with a strength that belied her feminine frame. "Easy," she murmured. "Breathe and move naturally."
"Yeah. Thanks." he whispered.
They reached the car just as Xin''s Quantum Watch emitted a warning beep. The drone had unexpectedly changed direction, moving back toward their position.
"They''ve altered the pattern mid-sweep!" Xin hissed, fumbling with the car''s access panel, his fingers suddenly feeling thick and uncooperative.
"Plans change. So do we." Lorna drew her marble white 10mm Magnum with fluid precision. "Get the car started. I''ll buy us time."
Before Xin could protest, Lorna had positioned herself behind the cypress tree, weapon ready but not yet firing. Her posture shifted subtlyno longer the casual visitor but a predator, coiled and deadly.
The drone''s speaker crackled to life, its message in heavily accented English: "ATTENTION! REMAIN WHERE YOU ARE FOR IDENTITY VERIFICATION."
Xin''s heart hammered against his ribs as he finally bypassed the ignition sequence. The car hummed to life, its fusion-powered engine nearly silent a small mercy. He glanced up to see a second drone emerging from behind the trees.
"Lorna," he called in warning, his voice barely audible.
She was already moving, firing a single shot that hit the first drone''s optical sensor. As it faltered, she sprinted to the car, sliding in with practiced ease.
"Drive," she commanded. "Stay below twenty kilometers per hour until we reach that alleydrones are programmed to prioritize high-speed targets."
"Counter-intuitive," Xin muttered, forcing himself to ease off the accelerator despite every instinct screaming to floor it. His knuckles turned white on the steering wheel as he maintained the painfully slow pace. "But...now it makes sense. Slower vehicles blend with civilian traffic patterns."
"Exactly." Lorna kept her weapon ready, eyes constantly scanning their surroundings. "Head east two blocks. Is there another way to the Starport?"
Xin''s mind raced through the mental map he''d built over years of clandestine meetings. "There''s a maintenance tunnel that connects to the old subway system. My uncle used to take it when he needed ammunition from his contacts off-world. It''ll take us toward the starport, but underground."
"Perfect," Lorna said. "Do it, Xin."
"As you say." Following his own knowledge, Xin drove through increasingly narrow alleys until they reached an inconspicuous entrance partially hidden behind what appeared to be an abandoned noodle shop.
"Huh. Secret entrance?" Lorna asked as they approached the sealed barrier.
"Yep." Xin''s fingers danced across his Quantum Watch, the holographic interface projecting briefly as he input a series of codes: ''5_t6fu/_sul3''.
The barrier slid open with a pneumatic hiss.
"There you go," he let out a relieved sigh. "This code has worked since my uncle''s days."
The tunnel engulfed them, darkness broken only by the car''s headlights and the soft glow of Xin''s watch. The passage was tight, clearly not designed for vehicles, but his compact car just barely fit with centimeters to spare on either side.
"Didn''t expect the local resistance to have something this sophisticated," Lorna said, finally holstering her 10mm Magnum as the barrier sealed behind them. "The Constitutional Republic, right? Got a stronghold somewhere?"
"I wish I knew. My uncle never told me where or how his comrades operate," Xin replied, carefully navigating the narrow tunnel. "Back when the Sand Lotus still helped them, they were the only ones who could fight the Imperium. After the executions, most people lost hope. Some prayed that maybe one day the Terra Alliance would wise up and aid us like the old United States used to."
"You mean the government that ruled the middle part of Alliance territory in pre-fusion times?" she asked.
"Yeah, that. Heard they had democratically elected presidents and all that. Every citizen could vote. Can you imagine how nice it must''ve been?" he replied.
"Can''t imagine," she shrugged. "But I guess the President being nominated by the Corporate Chamber is better. Prevents populists from destabilizing the government."
"Hmm. To each their own."
A minute passed without another word. He was acutely aware of her watching him drivethose piercing blue eyes studying his movements. His earlier fear was gradually being replaced by something elsea strange pride in being able to contribute something valuable.
"You know," Lorna said, breaking the silence, "most tech specialists I''ve worked with would be falling apart by now. You''re handling this well."
Xin let out a short laugh. "Trust me, I''m terrified. But terror''s been my baseline for years working at ZenFusion."
"So no military background helped with that?"
"There was a mandatory service. Every man in the Imperium must serve," Xin admitted. "Communications unit. I was stationed at a desk most of the time, but even desk jobs in the Imperial Legion teach you how to function under pressure." He navigated a particularly tight turn, the vehicle''s sides nearly scraping the tunnel walls. "What about you? SIMU training must be intense."
"They throw us into crisis situations from day one," she replied. "High-speed pursuits, zero-g combat, psionic duels. The list goes on."
"Wow. Wish I was part of that." he said.
"It''s not as fun as the Atomic News Network makes it." she replied.
The tunnel began to widen as they approached its end, light filtering in from ahead. Xin checked his watch, bringing up a schematic of their position.
"We''ll emerge about two kilometers from Songnei''s southern entrance," he explained. "Less surveillance there. Mostly maintenance and supply deliveries."
They emerged onto a service road that would take them directly toward the starport. In the distance, its spires gleamed in the morning sun.
"You''re not what I expected, Xin," Lorna said quietly.
"Hey, I''m glad you think so." he scratched his head shyly.
Ch19.2 Xin VII: Unseen (Scene 2)
10:31, February 10, 2295
Terminal 1, Songnei Starport (ɃǸ), No. 340-9, Dunhua North Road, Songshan District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
Xin''s fingers tapped a nervous rhythm on the steering wheel as he navigated toward Songnei Starport. His mind, usually consumed with algorithms and data structures, kept drifting to the woman beside him. He stole a glance at Lorna the infamous Psi Lynx agent her profile illuminated by the midday sun streaming through the window.
Maybe this is the beginning of something, he thought, allowing hope to bloom.
"And we''re in. Songnei Starport. Not bad, right?" Xin gestured through the window toward the sprawling architecture rising from the lush greenery. The starport''s central structure, a massive, saucer-like platform suspended above a network of sleek bridges and walkways, gleamed under the midday sun.
Suddenly, Lorna''s stomach made a rumble that growled through the silence of Xin''s car. She clenched her fists, as if willing the sound away, her blue eyes flickering with annoyance.
"Hungry?" Xin asked, a playful lift in his tone as he glanced sideways at her and set his car on auto-pilot mode on a straight road. His mind raced with possibilitiesmaybe a shared meal could be the foundation for a deeper connection. He''d read once that sharing food created bonds between people. For a man who''d spent most of his life analyzing data rather than building relationships, this felt like a critical data point.
"I had some breakfast on the plane this morning. But it wasn''t really my taste," Lorna replied, avoiding eye contact as she pulled her hair into a half-up ponytail using a rubber band from her coat pocket, a few aureate strands draped over her shoulders.
"You Alliance agents flew into the Imperium on a civilian plane?" Xin prodded, raising an eyebrow. "That''s risky. And unlikely."
"Okay, fine. It was actually a StarWhale shuttle piloted by my colleague, but I''m not supposed to tell you that," Lorna conceded gruffly, her ponytail swaying as she turned to face him.
Xin felt a small victory at having gotten her to reveal something classifieda hint of trust, perhaps? "I understand. Let me see," he ventured. His fingers fumbled for a moment before they found their way to a small compartment beside himthe car''s mini fridge.
"Hmm, fancy rice ball," Her gaze fell upon the triangular parcel he presented to heran onigiri, its seaweed wrapper glistening under the dim light of the vehicle''s interior.
"Go ahead, try it," Xin encouraged, his voice soft with anticipation. The rice ball was a simple offering, yet it held within it the comforting flavors of homethe taste of the sea wrapped in warmth. He watched her closely, hoping that this small gesture would breach the professional barrier between them. "You can give it back if you don''t like it."
With a reluctant grace, Lorna accepted the morsel, her fingertips brushing against his as she took it from his hands. The brief contact sent electricity through his system, his programmer''s mind struggling to process the sensation. Unwrapping the onigiri, the savory aroma of tuna filled the car. "Hmm. Reminds me of Boston somehow."
The first bite was hesitant, but soon her guarded demeanor gave way to a relaxed posture.
"Never thought I''d enjoy something so terrestrial again," Lorna murmured between bites, her voice softened.
"Sometimes the simplest things" Xin began, but stopped short, caught in the orbit of her sapphire gaze. In that moment, he could imagine a future where they shared more than just missions and dangerperhaps late nights discussing the mysteries of the universe, or quiet mornings over coffee.
"Are the most profound," she finished for him, a faint smile tugging at the edges of her lips so fleeting, it was as though she dared the universe to take notice.
"That they are," Xin agreed, his heartbeat accelerating. He pressed a button on the steering wheel and allowed the car to drive itself. "By the way, do you mind if I change? This prisoner outfit isn''t comfortable." He grimaced at the gray jumpsuit that marked him as a former captive.
"Go ahead. I''ve seen plenty of guys naked. No big deal," Lorna replied nonchalantly, taking another bite of her onigiri.
The casual comment pierced through Xin''s romantic musings. Plenty of guys? The thought of Lorna with other men sent an unexpected pang of jealousy through him. He pushed it aside, reminding himself that he barely knew her.
"Thanks, just give me a minute," Xin said as he quickly fetched a pair of black pants and threw his gray prisoner suit in the backseat. It was then that something clicked in his mind as he glanced at Lorna and ventured. "So, you''ve seen plenty of guys...?"
"Forget I said anything," Lorna waved off his question and turned to face him, taking in his bare torso and noting the shape of his rib cage beneath his skin. "Wow, you''re skinny."
Self-consciousness washed over him. During his military service, he''d always been the smallest in his unit, a target for good-natured ridicule. "Yeah. Malabsorption, the doctor said," Xin shrugged as he put on his pants, carefully putting the flash drive containing the Moondust Crystal''s info into a side pocket. "Been like this since I was a kid." He suddenly wished he had the imposing physique of the Bloodtroopers they''d evaded.
"Here, you should eat some," Lorna said as she offered him the half-eaten onigiri.
"It''s alright, it''s yours," Xin smiled politely and reached for a green hoodie in the backseat, wanting to cover his thin frame.
"No, you need it too," Lorna''s tone turned serious as she held the rice ball out to him with a bite taken out of one side. "Besides, I don''t eat that much."
Xin''s heart skipped a beat as he looked into Lorna''s sapphire eyes. The simple gesture of sharing foodher foodfelt incredibly intimate. He nodded before taking a bite from the same spot where her lips had just been, a thrill running through him at this indirect kiss.
The smile that bloomed on Lorna''s snowy countenance was the most enchanting thing he had seen all morning, even the sunlight streaming in through the windows seemed dull in comparison. Xin allowed himself to believe that perhaps she felt it toothis strange, budding connection.
"Thank you, Lorna," Xin said with a hint of warmth in his voice as he put on his hoodie and felt a slight blush creeping onto his olive cheeks.
"And thank you too, Xin," Lorna said, the last fragment of rice disappearing into the sanctuary of her mouth. "I feel better now."
"I''m glad," Xin nodded over the staccato rhythm of his hear as he put his Quantum Watch back on the left wrist. He noticed her eyes tracking the movement.
"Your Quantum Watch looks rather new," Lorna remarked with a guarded but polite smile. "Custom-made variant?"
"Curious?" Xin lifted his left wrist, revealing his Quantum Watch just a bit more. The timepiece, glowing with an ethereal green light, was nestled within a robust casing of dark silver that emphasized resilience. Its translucent band revealed a network of verdant pulsing illuminated wires, a world of information condensed within them.
"Hmm. Fancy," Lorna remarked, her eyes lingering on the watch. "Probably a higher class model than mine."
Pride swelled in his chest at her assessment. "Yeah. Saved up a few month''s salary for this one," Xin withdrew his wrist as he continued. "You said you''re heading for Terminal 7?"
"Yep. That''s where my colleagues will be waiting," Lorna replied.
The serenity of the moment shattered, a reverberation echoing through the Starport outside. Lorna''s eyes snapped to the horizon as if she were expecting the assault, her body tensing against the sudden sound.
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"Buddha''s balls" Xin''s pulse raced in his ears and his breaths were quick and shallow as he watched the terrifying Radi-Mons emerge. Mutated hounds with gray skin and gnarled bones unburrowed from the asphalt road in the distance, chasing after unsuspecting pedestrians.
"Bone Fiends," Lorna''s voice cut through the chaos, calm and unwavering, "they''re fast, but dumb." Her finger pointed at a scuttling horror that dashed toward their car, blocking their way.
Xin''s analytical mind raced. Fear clouded his thoughts, but Lorna''s composed demeanor provided an anchor. "Sodo we fight it or C"
"Just drive over it," Lorna said coolly, as if discussing what to have for lunch.
"Right," Xin clenched his jaw and pressed down on the pedal. The car lurched forward, crushing the Bone Fiend underneath its wheels with a sickening crunch. A black liquid oozed onto the front of the car.
"See? Easy as pie," Lorna smiled and leaned back in her seat. "I''ll cover any car wash fees for you."
"Appreciate it," Xin breathed out, trying to compose himself as they continued driving forward. He wanted to appear as unfazed as she was, to match her courage with his own.
More grotesque creatures emerged giant mutated stink bugs with hyena-like heads attached to their bodies. Despite remaining undetected by Xin''s car, their appearance was enough to make his hands tremble on the wheel. These creatures walked on all fours, with their front legs resembling mantis claws as they approached civilians in every direction.
"Skuggrs," she continued, undeterred by the bile-spitting creatures that now flanked the Fiends around the terminal they drove by, their exoskeletons reflecting the harsh light of emergency beacons. "Keep clear of their spray it eats through armor like acid through paper."
Xin marveled at how calm Lorna remained. "How long have you been doing this job?"
"Almost five years," Lorna replied nonchalantly as she pulled out the familiar small vial from her coat pocket. The blue liquid within shimmered in the dim light. She uncorked it and took a sip before continuing, "It''s like sex, really. The first try scares the fuck out of you. Gets easier every time you do it. Eventually, you learn to enjoy it."
Xin felt a surge of hope at her words, though his thoughts were now consumed with images of him and Lorna, their naked bodies intertwined in passionate intimacy under a soft blanket. "You make it sound... enticing," he said hoarsely.
"I''ve found that most guys lose their fear once I tell them that," Lorna finished before taking another sip from the vial and closing her eyes in pleasure. "Mmm, much better."
"Snack after the meal?" Xin redirected his focus to Lorna, raising his brow, eager to maintain this rapport between them.
"It''s an old habit. Keeps me grounded." Lorna replied as she re-corked the vial and slipped it back into her trench coat.
Xin watched as a drop of the blue liquid landed on Lorna''s index finger. She licked it off with clear intentions of savoring every last bit. The innocuous gesture sent his mind racing to places he dared not voice.
"A pretty niche choice of snack, for sure," he said, voice slightly husky.
But before he could continue, Lorna pointed her freshly licked finger toward the sky in the distance.
Xin''s gaze followed her outstretched hand to the hulking forms resembling dark brown three-eyed octopuses emerging from behind the buildings. Their tentacles writhed with a sinister intelligence as they floated through the air.
"Krakens," Xin whispered, his voice a fractured echo of terror. "I''ve seen one in the ZenFusion lab before. Dilinur had the BioScience guys dissect its brain last year. Some sort of field coordinator?"
"Exactly," Lorna affirmed, withdrawing her finger. "They''re cowards, but other Radi-Mons get smarter when in proximity. If you can take one down, their control over the other monsters will be disrupted."
Before Xin could fully process it all, an urgent male voice tinged with a Novian accent filled the air, each word sharp and punctuated. "Team, do you copy? Terminal 7''s a no go. Rally Point Echo has been compromised"
"How compromised, Diego?" Lorna''s gaze focused on the speaker positioned between her and Xin.
"Crawling with Radi-Mons. I''m looking at the info sent by our NexLink satellites. The next rally point remains undetermined," Diego''s response came.
"How''re Thomas and Emmanuel doing?" Lorna interjected, her calm belying the gravity of their predicament.
"They got separated. Still alive, though," Diego replied curtly. "Find cover and await new coordinates. I''m rerouting to a secure extraction site."
"Understood. Stay on this frequency," Lorna acknowledged as she assessed the shifting tide of battle outside the car with an analytical eye. Imperium security, accompanied by the occasional Bloodtroopers, began engaging Bone Fiends and Skuggrs around them as Xin''s car moved into Terminal 3.
"Keep driving, Xin," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.
"Will do," he managed to reply as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his mind racing through possible escape routes.
But then, Lorna''s gaze pierced the haze of destruction, locking onto a lumbering goliath rampaging across a plaza in the distance. "Skarn," she muttered the name with disdain, her body quivering with rage.
As Xin followed her line of sight, he felt his breath catch in his throat. The five-meter monstrosity dominated the terminal floor, its massive chitinous form gleaming with a sickly, wet sheen under the emergency lights. Skarn''s elongated skull was crowned with jagged, bony protrusions, and his cavernous maw gaped to reveal row upon row of dagger-like teeth. A pair of glowing orange eyes burned with malevolent intelligence amidst the textured plates of his face. Metallic tubes and conduits protruded from his neck and shoulders, remnants of the Imperium''s enhancements pulsing with an ominous rhythm.
Most terrifying were his massive arms disproportionately muscular appendages ending in enormous clawed hands that swept through concrete pillars as if they were made of paper. The behemoth moved with terrifying purpose on powerful reptilian legs, his muscular tail sweeping debris and bodies alike as he advanced. From his waist, five black tentacles writhed with seemingly independent will, lashing out as Skarn tore through the terminal, leaving nothing but devastation in his wake.
"Xin, we have to split up." Lorna''s voice sliced through in the car as she rose in her seat, her eyes never leaving the carnage wrought by Skarn. "Find Thomas and Emmanuel. I''ll go after that fucker."
"You''re going after that large Radi-Mon alone?" Xin''s heart drummed as he processed her words. The prospect of being separated from her sent a cold wave of fear through him, not just for his own safety, but for hers.
"Skarn is not just any Radi-Mon. He''s a Primarch. The one that lords over all of them," Lorna unfastened her seat belt. "In his weakened state, I could take him down."
Xin studied the beast through the windshield, his analytical mind cataloging details even through his fear. "He''s received cybernetic enhancements. ZenFusion''s tech, it looks like." He recognized the distinctive design of the implants, similar to prototypes he''d seen in the research labs.
"Possibly. But I don''t give a damn," Lorna said.
Panic surged through Xin. He couldn''t let her go alonenot against that monster. A desperate need to protect her, to prove his worth, overwhelmed his usual caution.
"Well then. Ill see you on the flip side C" she rose from her seat.
"Wait!" he spat out as he reached into storage space at the car''s door to take out a 10mm Magnum of his own. The gun was much more angular than Lorna''s 10mm, its bulkier barrel sported what resembled a sensor and a box beneath it. "You see this? My personal modified 10mm has an AI-assisted targeting system. I taught myself weapon modding after work. Calibrated the sights, too."
Lorna stared at the pistol, frowning, her voice laced with impatience. "And?"
"I''m not the best shooter around, but with this, I can be of use," His side fingers tightened around his gun. The green sheen of the weapon glinted under the sunlight, its AI-assisted targeting system whirring softly. "Let me help you with the fight!"
He brandished it before Lorna, his olive features hardening with determination. In his mind, he saw himself fighting alongside her, their skills complementing each otherhe, the tech specialist with his enhanced weapon; she, the psionic warrior with her impressive abilities. Together, they would be formidable.
But it was not enough.
"Xin, it''s nice of you to try," Lorna sighed, her ponytail whipping like a flag as she looked away. "But Skarn is way above your league."
The car''s interior dimmed, a sharp contrast to the chaos outside, where the whir of Skuggrs cut through the smoggy dusk.
Xin''s grip tightened around his pistol, his jaw set in defiance. The hope that had been buildingthat they could be partners, equalsbegan to crumble. "But I can"
"No, Xin," she interrupted, the firmness in her tone leaving no room for argument. "Your presence would distract me. Find Thomas and Emmanuel instead."
The words hit him like a physical blow. Was he not an asset to her? Was he a liability, a distraction?
"You can" Xin began, but the words faltered against the resolve etched into her face.
"Yes, I can handle myself," Lorna finished for him, her icy eyes darkening with a subtle rage she allowed to surface. "I always do."
Xin swallowed hard, the bitter taste of rejection washing away the sweetness of their shared moment.
Then, without waiting for a response, she stepped out of the vehicle. "We''ll talk later."
"No problem, Lorna. Stay safe," he whispered, more to himself than anyone else, his hands now trembling with something more potent than fear as he watched her stride forward. The trench coat fanned out behind her like the wings of some avenging angel. Xin watched, his throat tight, as she sauntered into the battlefield.
With a heavy heart and a loaded gun, Xin drove away. Perhaps in Lorna''s world, he was just another civilian to be protected, not a partner to be valued.
In the distance, amid screams and the cacophony of destruction, Lorna advanced toward her quarry, the lone huntress in pursuit of the beast. And Xin felt smaller than he ever had in his life.
Ch20 Jabari IV: Her
11:00, February 10, 2295
Azure Mount Logistics Hub, extension of Songnei Starport, No.31, Bishan Rd, Neihu District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
Jabari''s heartbeat was the only drum in the steel interior, a rhythm punctuating their stealthy infiltration. The container, nondescript and sealed, hid them well, even as it jostled along on the hover pad''s silent glide through the Azure Mount Logistics Hub. Seydou''s slender fingers skittered across the container, while Celine''s gaze, sharp and searching, never ceased scanning for threats beneath her hooded eyelids.
"High-value cargo in a shipping container ," Jabari whispered, more to himself than to his companions. His biceps tensed against the wall, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat that coiled within him. "Wellhope this works."
"We will make it work," Celine murmured, her voice a low thrum in the confined space, "Remember, our goal is to retrieve U6-M9 without resorting to violence."
Through the one-way glass, the workers outside appeared more like machines than humans, their eyes glued to their tasks.
"How intriguing. Literal forced labor. My Gyata hoverbike would have easily passed through unnoticed," Seydou commented darkly. "Although I doubt she could fit in these small boxes."
Jabari''s frown deepened as he turned to Seydou. "Seydou, the script just doesn''t sit right with me," he said. "Do we really expect these Imperial Peons to simply comply when we point a gun at them? Wouldn''t they fight back?"
Seydou''s grin faltered slightly as he responded, "Did my research. These Peons are usually poor folks abducted then resocialized in those internment camps on Mercury before coming to these factories. Minimal food, barely humane treatment from their Overseers C "
"Thats just wrong!" Jabaris eyes widened.
"Theyre harmless and can be made to cooperate. As long as you dont go shooting up the place." Seydou raised a hand.
"Alright, cut the chatter," Celine commanded, and with an almost imperceptible hiss, the cargo container''s side panel eased open. They stepped out into the hangar, a vast cavern of metal and motion, and merged with the flow of workers and machines. Their hunched forms were in uniforms that matched those of the Imperium of Dragons - onyx and red, though the wear and tear were perceptible.
Jabari''s fingers tightened around the grip of his rifle, pulling it out from behind his back. The weight of the gun was comforting to him amidst the buzzing energy in the air. Jabari stepped confidently out of the shadowy container, brandishing his weapon.
The golden Plasma Rifle gleamed under the dim lighting, its sleek, polished surface catching the ambient glow and reflecting it in tiny glimmers. Intricate engravings ran along the barrel while the core pulsed with an otherworldly green energy, visible through the transparent chamber embedded in its center. The rifle hummed with a barely-contained ferocity that promised devastation at the pull of the trigger.
"Okay. Nobody needs to get hurt," he declared loudly over the noise. "We''re here for Cargo 69."
The Peon standing nearby, wearing stained overalls, turned and immediately registered fear on his face. The other workers froze, unsure of what to do.
"Oh no, please, my lord, what have I done wrong?" the Peon pleaded, visibly shaking. Jabari could see the man''s pulse racing in his neck, sweat beginning to form on his brow. He knelt down and raised his hands in surrender. "Please, I''ll do anything! My lord, I have a wife, a son, a family to take care of. I need this job!"
"You have a family?" Jabari kept his Plasma Rifle aimed at the Peon while glancing at Celine.
"Likely false memory implanted to keep him going," Celine''s tone grew almost lamenting as she looked down at the kneeling Peon. "Imperium Peons are seen as expendable. Many undergo forced brain surgery to receive fabricated memories so they can believe they have a future."
Jabari sighed, his tone modulating to one of calm assurance as he continued. "Alright. Lead us to Cargo 69. I wont shoot."
"Cargo 69. Right, C-cargo 69." The worker nodded, his movements jerky with adrenaline-fueled compliance.
"Yes. See what you can do," Jabari kept the gun trained on him, a necessary threat, while his spirit recoiled at the intimidation.
11:11, February 10, 2295
Cargo Hold 6, Azure Mount Logistics Hub, extension of Songnei Starport, Bishan Forest, No.31, Bishan Rd, Neihu District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium territory
"Just a few more lines of commands oops, theyve changed the decryption algorithm wait, the same as the Alliances back channel password last year? You Imperials, so unoriginal. And got it," Seydou breathed, his slender fingers danced over the terminal with fervor. The terminal, a reluctant sentinel, capitulated under his relentless assault, its screen blooming with the triumphant glow of access granted.
Jabari watched, his rifle now holstered, his heart drumming an anxious rhythm against his ribs. His warm brown eyes rested on a gray cryogenic container a monolithic casket containing their target.
A faint hiss of mist escaping was the only warning before the container''s seals disengaged with finality. The lid opened slowly, revealing a delicate and feminine head through the small gap.
Jabari''s heart skipped a beat. "Oh," he uttered softly, his words swallowed. "I thought this U6-M9 was a male."
He stood frozen in awe as the cryogenic container slowly hissed open, releasing a thin mist that curled around the edges like the breath of some ancient beast awakening from slumber.
Inside, bathed in the ethereal glow of the cryo containers lights, lay an Imperial woman, her petite form seemingly untouched by time. Her eyes were closed, the soft contours of her face were framed by her raven-black hair that was cut in a sleek bob falling just above her shoulders. The strands contrasted the exquisite paleness of her skin a complexion like the finest porcelain. Her lips, soft and full, were slightly parted, as if she were merely caught in a tranquil dream.
Jabaris gaze continued downward, captivated by the intricate details of her attire a traditional kimono, its fabric as dark as the night sky, adorned with delicate, golden embroidery that depicted scenes of mythical creatures and swirling clouds. The robe cinched at her slender waist with a sash that accentuated her feminine curves. Her hands, folded neatly across her midriff, were as delicate as the rest of her.
For a moment, time seemed to stand still as he stared at her, his mind racing yet unable to form a single coherent thought. He didn''t know her name or her story, but in that instant, all that mattered was the inexplicable pull he felt toward this sleeping figure. Jabari had seen many things in his life, but nothing had prepared him for the sight of her.
"U6-M9," he murmured almost reverently. "A Da-Ji android, just like the ones at Maurices shop."
Then, eyelids fluttering, her consciousness clawed its way back from the abyss of cryogenic oblivion. She drew a ragged breath, her chest heaving with the effort as she emerged into a world suffused with dim light and cold metal. The heavy air clung to her skin, laden with the sterile tang of artificial atmospheres.
"Hey, e-easy," Jabari''s voice trembled a little. "You''ve been asleep for a long while?"
"Wheream I?" Her voice fractured the silence like thin ice underfoot, each word a shard of confusion.
"Somewhere safe," he tried to assure her, though the weight of his gaze spoke of storms brewing beyond the horizon. Jabari could not remember the last time he had seen such a beautiful being. Perhaps he never had. "Can you move? We''re h-here to bring you back from, umm, death I think? Y-you were slated for a mind-wipe, s-something like that."
"Hey, Jabari, did a crocodile bite off your tongue?" Seydou paused his typing in the background to tease.
A pause stretched between them. Then, unexpectedly, a ghost of a smile touched the womans lips a tight, mirthless curl that held no joy.
"Mind-wipe," she repeated, tasting the words as if they were a delicacy laced with poison. Her light brown eyes, large and shimmering like pearls, locked onto his. "Let it happen. I dont mind it."
"Wait, you" Jabari''s fingers twitched involuntarily, resisting the urge to drum out a rhythm against the container''s side as he absorbed her desolation. Her apathy struck him with the force of a blow, an unexpected divergence from the mission parameters that had defined her rescue. "You dont mind it. What?"
"There is no purpose in my existence. No place where I belong," U6-M9 lay there as she spoke, her voice was silky but devoid of energy. "If I die, so be it."
"No no, wait. Your life has value," Jabari insisted, but his words seemed to dissipate before they were uttered, dampened by the nervousness that enveloped his spirit. "Your memory. Someone planted something important there. It could help us save the world. Uh, I forgot what it is."
"The Moondust Crystals location," Seydous teasing continued as he resumed typing. "I guess they dont teach public speech at the Prep School, huh?"
"Save the world" the android woman murmured, her voice as weak as a whisper. "I used to have so many things to do. Now there is nothing. Why would I want to save this boring and meaningless world?"
The intensity of her resignation hung heavy in the air, a tangible thing pressing against his chest. Jabari knew battles, understood the language of gunfire and steel, but this quiet surrender was foreign soil one that even his training hadn''t prepared him for.
"You know, Ive never seen an android as pessimistic as this one. Maybe we should give her a motivational speech?" Seydou quipped as he typed away.
"Im Jabari, and this is my comrade, Seydou," Jabari said while placing a hand on his chest plate and standing up straight. "What about you? Do you have a name?"
"Ume," The woman muttered as her gaze met Jabaris. "But I dont see the point."
"Right. Pleased to meet you, Ume," he said, his tone sharpening as he attempted to bridge the chasm of her despair. "Do you have a, you know, hobby?"
"I dont understand," Umes almond-shaped eyes narrowed, surprise lacing her voice.
"Anansis ass, Jabari. Shes an android!" Seydou interrupted his typing to look at Jabari with disbelief.
"But, you know, youve got to have something. Something you do even when no one tells you to?" Jabari persisted. "Like, I play the djembe drum. Its an, uh, instrument."
"I like to watch the sun. Whenever Xin went outside for work, Id go to the windows and watch the sunlight. But it''s rare to see it here in Taipei with all the rain," Ume shared. Her black eyes were filled with thoughts and emotions as she tilted her head slightly to show curiosity. "Does that count?"
"It does," Jabari leaned in closer, feeling a connection between them. "I come from a place where the sun shines bright. If you come with us, we can go and watch it together."
Ume''s voice. "We can?"
"Yeah, watch the sun together," Jabari affirmed, scratching his head.
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Suddenly, Ume let out a small chuckle before continuing. "Youre so weird."
"Yeah, I mean, uh," Jabari shrugged as he smiled. "I guess I am."
"Alright," she echoed, as if tasting the word, rolling it around her full lips as she rose from the container, sitting up straight. "Ill come with you."
"By Roog," Jabari said, tapping out an instinctive cadence against his thigh. "I cant believe that worked."
"And just in time," Seydou confirmed, turning away from the console. "I managed to hack into the surveillance system. All of the cameras and recorders are down. Record deleted, too. Just need to hijack a Cargo Vessel then well be good to go."
Then, without warning, an alarm a shrill cry slicing through the hub''s artificial tranquility unleashed pandemonium. Workers scattered, their bodies a blur against the stark, utilitarian backdrop of the Azure Mount Logistics Hub.
"Chineke!" Seydou''s curse was a guttural bark, the unexpected attack fracturing his concentration. "We''ve got company!"
Jabari whirled, drawing his golden Plasma Rifle from his back, holding it with both hands. His muscles tensed, prepared to fight.
"Wilhelm here. I have visual of Radi-Mon movements in the Bishan Forest," Wilhelm''s voice came through loud and clear in Jabari''s earpiece.
"Celine here. Im seeing the monsters. What''s taking you two so long?" Celine''s voice chimed in on the communication channel.
"U6-M9 experienced a slight malfunction, lets say," Seydou pushed the earpiece he was wearing as he looked at Jabari. "But Jabari took care of it with his super smooth talking skills, am I right?"
"Hurry up," Celine urged impatiently. "Seydou, do you have our Cargo Vessel?"
"It''ll take me a few minutes," Seydou replied as he returned to typing on the terminal. "There''s a ship in the next bay that looks to be in good condition. Ill hijack that one."
"Get your Scarab, Jabari. It''s in Cargo Hold 5." Celines voice came.
"Stick with me," Jabari instructed as he watched Ume exit the container and follow behind him. His eyes scoured the place, seeking the source of the disruption through the gritty haze of adrenaline and uncertainty.
But then, just as they stepped out of the Cargo Hold, he felt a tap on his back.
"Do you have a gun I could use?" Ume asked, looking up at him. The height difference between her petite frame and Jabari''s was noticeable.
"You...want a gun?" Jabari was taken aback by her request.
"My programming tells me itd be helpful to have a personal weapon in this situation," Ume explained, scratching her head and causing her sleek bob of hair to move with the motion. "Thats what a gun is, right?"
It took a few seconds for Jabaris mind to register Umes words. Finally, he nodded solemnly, and his hand instinctively reached for the sidearm holstered at his hip a meticulously crafted Plasma Handgun that matched the regal design of his rifle.
The weapons emerald and gold finish shimmered in the low light, exuding a sense of lethal precision, the textured surface of the handle ensuring a steady hold. The pistol''s barrel was short but robust, with intricate circuitry embedded along its sleek contours. A small, glowing indicator on the side pulsed rhythmically, signaling that the gun was charged and ready for action.
"Thank you," Ume took his handgun and nodded, a perceptible smile on her porcelain countenance.
A guttural roar tore through the air, reverberating off steel and concrete, as Radi-Mons breached the perimeter of their vision a grotesque phalanx of Bone Fiends skittered forward, their skeletal forms a macabre line of death.
"Contact!" Wilhelm van der Merwe''s voice cut through the chaos as he emerged from behind a stack of containers, his Plasma Carbine already tracking the nearest threat. His imposing figure stood tall in the emerald Directorate uniform, the fabric''s intricate golden trim catching the ambient light. His chiseled features and platinum blonde hair, styled in a military crop, projected an air of calculated confidence. The high collar of his fitted jacket framed a face that seemed more suited to Venus''s elite social circles than a battlefield, yet his ice-blue eyes held the sharp focus of a seasoned warrior.
"Helionite leak from Bay 3." Wilhelm called out, his accent sharp with urgency as he eyed a dashboard affixed to a wall. "That''s what drew them here. Bastards mustve been nesting here and getting comfortable."
"Here they come!" Jabari raised his Plasma Rifle and aimed it at the approaching monsters, the verdant glow in the barrel intensifying with a fierce hum. "For the Directorate!"
His weapon responded, plasma bolts streaking across the void to meet their targets. Wilhelm''s Carbine joined, his weapon a masterpiece of Directorate engineering. Its golden-plated frame housed an advanced targeting system, the scope''s emerald display providing pinpoint accuracy. The elongated barrel, adorned with precisely machined cooling vents, channeled plasma with devastating efficiency. Each shot from the rifle sent a pulse of green energy streaking through the air.
Beside them, Ume''s slender fingers tightened around her Plasma Handgun. Her eyes, wide orbs reflecting the chaotic light, flickered with nervous energy. The gun trembled slightly in her grip.
"Steady, Ume," Jabari''s voice cut through the din. "Aim and breathe."
But as Ume fired her weapon, chaos asserted itself with a wild eruption of stray plasma bolts. They careened off the walls and machinery, igniting sparks and flames that cast a hellish glow over the battlefield. The Bone Fiends, sensing weakness, screeched their bloodthirsty delight.
"Controlled bursts," Wilhelm instructed, his voice steady as he picked off another creature with surgical precision. "Lieutenant, take the left flank! I''ll handle the right."
"Understood!" Jabari stood his ground. One by one, the Bone Fiends collapsed, their brittle frames disintegrating under the unyielding onslaught.
"The Helionite''s making them aggressive," Wilhelm observed between shots, his carbine never wavering. "We need to seal that leak or they''ll keep coming."
Jabari turned just in time to see Ume, her slender frame rigid with tension. Her plasma handgun spat out bolts with a wild abandon, her eyes screwed shut.
"Ume!" Jabari''s voice was a thunderclap that cut through the cacophony. "Stop! Open your eyes!"
The barrage ceased abruptly as Ume''s eyelids fluttered open, revealing pools of deep brown, now glazed with uncertainty. She looked down at the weapon in her hand as if it were an alien thing.
Jabari closed the distance between them in three long strides amid the smoking remnants, his patience wearing thin. "You cannot you must not fire blindly, Ume!" The edge in his voice was sharp, betraying his mounting frustration. "That could have killed us all!"
Ume tilted her head slightly. "I know," she whispered weakly, struggling to make her voice heard over the chaos around them. "There is a... disconnect within me. A logical part of me knows I should aim and fire, but it feels so satisfying to ignore that. I can''t explain it."
Jabari ran a hand over his face, at a loss for words.
"Look, you need to " he began, but the words felt hollow even to him. "How do I say this? It''s not it''s not that hard."
"Easy now," Wilhelm''s voice cut in as he approached, his carbine held casually but ready. His ice-blue eyes held an understanding that came from years of watching good soldiers struggle with their first battles. "Jabari, check our six. I''ve got this."
Wilhelm knelt before Ume, whose Plasma Handgun hung absently in her delicate synthetic hand. "Being human isn''t about being perfect," he said gently. "It''s about feeling everything C even the parts that hurt."
And then suddenly, tears welled up in Ume''s almond-shaped eyes and streamed down her porcelain cheeks. "Being human," she choked out between sobs, "is so painful. This freedom... It''s so hard. I hate it!"
Jabari watched from his position, feeling torn as Wilhelm placed a steady hand on Ume''s shoulder.
"The path of fear and struggle is well-trodden,," the Valoran said. "It leads to places of strength we never knew lay within us. Seen it countless times."
"It doesn''t make sense!" Ume continued to cry.
"It''s not supposed to," Wilhelm replied, using his thumbs to draw soothing circles on her shoulders. "That''s what makes us human. Every challenge shapes the soul. And you, Ume, you have a soul. That''s why you feel pain."
"I have a soul?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible against the sounds of distant explosions and machinery humming.
Jabari watched the exchange, a new respect for Wilhelm forming in his mind.
But a bone-chilling shriek split the air again. He spun around, rifle raised, just as a Bone Fiend C larger than any he''d seen before C burst through a stack of containers. Its elongated skull bore fresh scars, and its serrated claws left deep gouges in the metal floor.
"Large Radi-Mon!" Ume''s voice cracked. "Like the ones from old world movies"
"Focus!" Jabari commanded, defaulting to what he knew best. He unleashed a withering barrage of plasma fire, but the Fiend absorbed the hits, its reinforced bone structure glowing with heat but refusing to yield. The sight made his stomach turn C he''d seen what these variants could do to an unprepared squad.
"That''s an Alpha. Usually mutated after feeding on enough Helionite," Wilhelm''s carbine sang out in precise three-round bursts beside him. "Target the joints! Ume, watch our pattern!"
Jabari noticed Ume''s hands steady as she raised her weapon again. Her next shot, while not perfect, found its mark on the Alpha''s feet, kneecapping the creature. Something like pride mingled with his anxiety C at least she was trying now.
"Hmm. Bay 3," Wilhelm mused as he delivered a killing shot to the Radi-Mons head. "Im going there. 30 Atomic Dollars say I cant shut it down with the next 10 minutes."
Jabari''s mind raced. He watched Wilhelm walk smoothly away. The veteran had clearly done this before.
"You sure, Wilhelm?" Jabari asked, trying to keep the worry from his voice as more screeches echoed from deeper in the facility.
"Ive seen a few episodes like this before, Lieutenant." Wilhelm turned to grin before vanishing through the corner. "Catch you in a minute or two."
And then, the Valoran man left. Silence settled between Jabari and Ume as their eyes met.
"Well," Jabari assured her despite his own uncertainties. "Im not good with words. But when we return to the Directorate, Ill teach you. Walk you through C whatever you dont know. You can always come to me with questions. Anytime."
"Thank you," she breathed, a fragile smile attempting to break through the clouds of her turmoil as her tears stopped.
Jabari nodded, recognizing the resilience taking root within herthe first steps toward a future.
Before Ume could fully collect herself, the clatter of more approaching Bone Fiends echoed through the cargo hold. Jabari''s sharp gaze cut through the dimly lit expanse.
"Remember!" he shouted, swiftly unslinging his Plasma Rifle. "Every action must be purposeful!"
Four Bone Fiends, their white skeletal frames glistening with a sickly hue, barreled into view. Their jaws snapped hungrily, and their twisted limbs propelled them forward with terrifying speed.
Jabari rooted himself into the ground and activated his Plasma Rifle, unleashing a stream of precision shots that found their targets with ease. The Bone Fiend was obliterated in an explosion of fragments and guts before its remains disintegrated into a small green pool.
Beside him, Ume steadied herself. She raised her Plasma Handgun, her fingers no longer trembling. "Purposeful," she said to herself. "Every action must be purposeful."
Her first shot was precise, a direct hit to the second Bone Fiends head. It collapsed in a heap of charred remains, its eyes dimming into lifeless orbs.
"That''s it! Keep it up!" Jabari''s encouragement was a lifeline in the storm.
The third Bone Fiend lunged towards them, its gaping maw ready to tear through anything in its path. Ume''s synthetic heart raced, emitting a whirling hum from somewhere within her chest as she aimed and fired a barrage of plasma bolts at its torso. The creature staggered, wounded but still determined to attack.
Jabari trained his rifle on the injured creature. Plasma bolts lanced through the air, converging on the monster with deadly precision. Their combined firepower tore through its exoskeleton, reducing it to a smoldering heap.
His gaze then snapped to the last Fiend, its clawed foot caught in a tangle of wires as it turned around and attempted to run. It flailed, a grotesque pantomime of panic, before tripping over a fallen piece of equipment. With a sickening crunch, the creature toppled into the maw of a nearby grinder. Metal shrieked against bone, and then there was nothing left of it.
"Right, ummclear!" Jabari announced hesitantly, lowering his weapon as the monsters lay vanquished at their feet. His chest heaved from exertion, the adrenaline still coursing in him. He turned to Ume, only to find her gaze locked on the gruesome remains.
"Hey. Are you hurt?" he asked, concern lacing his words.
Ume shook her head, the movement causing a few stray hairs to brush against her cheek. "No, I... I am fine, Jabari," she murmured, though her trembling lips spoke of something words did not convey.
"Okay. Good." Jabari nodded, his attention momentarily drifting back to the charred remnants of their foes, his golden rifle cooling in the dim light of the Logistic Hub. "When I first studied at the Reserve Officer School, seeing blood and gore used to scare me too. So I understand if you feel weird about it."
"They were whole creatures. And now...they''re just green goo," Ume remarked matter-of-factly, like describing a new finding in a lab research, looking up at Jabari as she repeated herself. "Green goo."
"Oh, that." He studied her for a moment longer, grinning with pride. "Yes, that''s normal. The plasma bolts fired by my people''s weapons have that effect sometimes. It happens when you land a critical hit or something."
"Green goo!" Ume suddenly burst into laughter after saying it for the third time, all traces of sorrow and nervousness gone. "It''s so fun!"
"Well, I mean," Jabari replied, laughing along. "Our Directorate weapons really pack a punch." he shifted slightly, casting a protective shadow over her delicate form.
"It would seem so," Ume nodded timidly, calming down.
"I''ve got to power up my Scarab," he explained, his words clipped with the urgency of their mission. "Can you hold this position?"
Her eyes, once a pool of trepidation, now reflected back the sparks of resolve. She gripped her Plasma Handgun tighter and replied firmly. "Yes."
"Good. Ill be back soon," Jabari gave Ume a nod before he turned around and pivoted on his heel, the sound of his boots against the metallic floor a staccato.
Interlude 1: The Corporate Chamber
20:55, February 9, 2295
Quincy-Parker Conference Room, Floor 92, Triumph Tower, 401 N Wabash Ave, Chicago, IL 60611, Terra Alliance territory
Director Artak Otis straightened his pristine white coat as he surveyed the gleaming oval conference table. The recently repaired chamber still carried the faint scent of new plastics and furniture sealanta reminder of the Diabolisk attack that had torn through this very building just nine days prior. He settled into the central chair, his back straight despite his seventy-nine years, and arranged his notes with methodical precision.
"Connection secure, Director," Diego Rodriguez announced as his hologram materialized in the chair beside Otis. Unlike the physical furniture''s understated elegance, Diego''s virtual seat shimmered with a subtle blue glow, marking him as present yet absent a technological marvel that had become commonplace in Alliance governance.
"What''s our Psi Lynxes'' situation in Taiwan?" Artak asked, his Armenian accent giving his words a measured cadence. His silver-rimmed spectacles caught the light as he turned to face Diego''s projection.
"Thomas is already in Songnei Starport. Emmanuel has done his part at the Amber Moon Spire and is en route to the extraction point. Both have remained outside the Imperium''s radar." Diego''s hologram flickered slightly as he leaned forward, his dark suit impeccably tailored even in digital form. "My StarWhale is still seeking a safe landing zone to retrieve them. The Radi-Mon situation has become...complicated."
Artak''s weathered fingers brushed against his temple. "The sudden emergence of the Fenris Horde in an Imperial city confirms our suspicions. The Imperium has failed to contain Skarn as the Svalbard Concordat demanded." Despite the gravity of his words, his voice remained scholarly, detached. "And Lorna?"
"Also en route to the Starport. She''s traveling in a civilian vehicle belonging to the ex-ZenFusion engineer who calls himself Xin." Diego''s expression softened slightly. "He''s the one who delivered the Moondust Crystal data and has expressed interest in joining our ranks."
"With how many Imperial spies we''ve rooted out in the Corporate Assembly this past year alone, trusting an outsider so quickly carries significant risk." Artak studied Diego''s projection with intensity. "I trust you''ve conducted the necessary background checks on this individual?"
"Yes, Director. Extranet searches show he''s a wanted criminal in Imperial territory, charged with ''Rape and illegal modifications of 11th-gen androids'' and ''Inciting subversion of state power''." Diego''s hologram met Artak''s gaze with professional certainty. "His motivations for defection appear genuine."
"Ah, but the Imperium ought to be more creative with all those falsified crimes, don''t they?" Artak shook his head in amusement.
The conversation halted as the conference room doors hissed open with pneumatic precision. Both men turned their attention to the entrance as the powerful figures of the Corporate Chamber began to file in.
First through the door was Vivian Kim, her silver-streaked hair pulled back in a severe bun that emphasized the sharp angles of her face. As Executive Director of Quantum Pharmaceuticals, she controlled nearly thirty percent of the Alliance''s medical supply chain. She offered Artak a curt nod before taking her seat, her neural interface bracelet glowing faintly as she accessed real-time market data.
"Director Otis," she greeted, her tone neutral but her eyes calculating. "I trust the restoration of this tower hasn''t been too disruptive to your operations."
"We manage, Ms. Kim," Artak replied with diplomatic ease. "SIMU has always been adaptable."
Behind her came Lawrence Campbell, the rail-thin operations chief of NexLink Communications. Despite his diminutive stature, he commanded the room''s attention in a midnight-blue suit adorned with circuit-like patterns that subtly pulsed with light.
"Otis," Campbell said, sliding into his seat with the casual confidence of a man whose corporation controlled most of the Extranet''s infrastructure. "Your funding request made for interesting reading. Ambitious doesn''t begin to cover it."
Before Artak could respond, the doors parted again to admit Dante Pompeo IV, his massive frame seeming to fill the doorway entirely. Despite being 128 years old, the advances in life-extension technology had preserved his imposing physical presence. His pale blue suit strained against his bulk, and his fleshy face wore a perpetual expression of disdain. The silver medallion on his chest marking his status as Overseer of the Special Economic Zones Committee gleamed under the recessed lighting.
"Artak!" Dante''s voice boomed across the room as he approached, cigar already clenched between his fingers despite indoor smoking regulations. "I was just telling Harrison that your unit might be due for some structural optimization." The word ''optimization'' hung in the air like a threat.
Three more delegates entered in quick succession: Viktor Petrov of Arctic Resources Consolidated, Maya Williams from Pan-American Defense Systems, and Elijah Montgomery, the elderly but sharp-eyed representative of Boston Financial Group. Each greeted Artak with varying degrees of warmth before taking their assigned places.
As the Chamber members settled, a hush fell over the room. The far doors slid open once more, revealing President Harrison Polk flanked by two Vanguard marines in their distinctive white composite armor. At seventy-two, Harrison moved with the practiced confidence of a career politician who had survived five terms in office. His tailored suit conservative in cut but made from material that subtly shifted hues as he moved spoke of tasteful wealth rather than ostentation. His close-cropped hair and clean-shaven face gave him an almost military appearance, belied only by the calculated warmth of his smile.
"Director Otis," Harrison greeted as he took the head position at the table, his Alabama drawl softened but still present after decades in politics. "I''ve read your reports. Your request for increased funding this year isunusual." He settled into his chair, blue eyes sharp beneath heavy brows. "Let''s hear your pitch."
Artak rose from his seat with deliberate grace, nodding to Diego''s hologram, which stood alongside him. A three-dimensional projection materialized above the conference tablea rotating model of what appeared to be a crystalline structure, its facets capturing and refracting the light.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the Chamber, Mr. President," Artak began, his voice gaining resonance as he slipped into the role of educator. "What you see before you is a digital recreation of the Moondust Crystalan artifact of immense power created by an ancient civilization that once inhabited the Five Realms of our Sol System. Recent intelligence suggests this Crystal is not merely an archaeological curiosity, but a tool capable of unprecedented psionic amplification."
The hologram shifted, showing comparative energy readings beside a human silhouette.
"Our analysis indicates that whoever controls this Crystal could potentially manipulate minds on a planetary scale. Imagine enhanced communication, improved social harmony..." Artak paused, knowing his next words would resonate with the audience before him, "And unprecedented opportunities for market alignment."
"And have you already secured the artifact, or is this another simulated scenario?" someone in the audience rose their hand.
Diego''s hologram subtly tensed beside him, but maintained a professional demeanor. "Most of this information is from the Deep side of the Extranet. Rest assured, they have been verified for legitimacy."
"SIMU believes the Crystal''s location to be a Nirboh vault somewhere within Osram''s core. With proper funding, we can mount an operation to secure this artifact before the Imperium or Directorate reaches it." Artak replied.
"So you don''t know its exact location?" a different delegate in the chamber joined.
"Not yet, esteemed Delegates. But soon." Diego raised a hand, attempting to soothe the unease now palpable in the room. "Our team is just about to retrieve a crucial data containing that very information "
"Jesus Christ. Again?" someone in the seats spoke.
Artak straightened, his scholarly demeanor giving way to conviction. "This is not merely about military advantage, but about securing humanity''s future against threats we''re only beginning to understand."
Several Chamber members exchanged skeptical glances. Diego noticed their reactions and maintained an awkward smile beside his superior, clearly sensing the uphill battle they faced.
"As noble as that last goal may sound, Director, we cannot act on the vague stance of moral high ground," Harrison finally interrupted, holding up both hands with a polite smile. "What do you think this is, the United States?"
A wave of chuckles rippled through the Chamber. The reference to the fallen nation was clearly meant as a jab the United States having collapsed under the weight of its own idealism and financial mismanagement over two centuries ago.
"The Terra Alliance does not and will not repeat the mistakes of the United States, which fell due to over-expenditure. Of this there is no doubt," Artak replied, tilting his head in acknowledgment while trying to salvage his momentum. "Our proposal is grounded in practical benefits to Alliance interests, both strategic and economic."
"I don''t see why we need you folks anymore, to be honest," Dante interjected loudly, his voice filling the room as he tapped ash from his cigar into a pocket receptacle. "Last I checked, simply dumping Helionite onto the Far Side of Osram" he paused, clearing his throat with theatrical disdain at using the Moon''s official name, "was more than enough to reduce Radi-Mon incidents in our borders by an impressive sixty percent!"
Murmurs of agreement circulated around the table, as several delegates nodded in affirmation.
"Delegate Pompeo," Artak began carefully, his eyes momentarily searching for the proper honorific. "While that argument has merit, dumping Helionite instead of processing it properly represents an irresponsible approach on the international stage"
"The hell does that matter?" Dante interrupted, waving his massive hands dismissively. "Your SIMU unit was assembled back when Radi-Mons were chewing up our settlements on Jupiter. Well, that ain''t a problem anymore, is it?"
"Delegate, the recent invasion in Chicago the assault on this very building just last week should be sufficient evidence that a specialized unit dedicated to combating Radi-Mons remains essential," Diego countered, his hologram stepping forward slightly.
"Well, I heard it was ninety percent Agent Weiss''s doing, wasn''t it? Her and our trusty Vanguard marines." Dante shrugged, his weight making the reinforced chair creak audibly as he took another drag from his cigar. "I say we disband the rest of you SIMU folks. Let Weiss and Mendoza serve as senior specialists in the Armed Forces. We could even promote them to Majors and give them their own squads."
The atmosphere in the room grew tense as Artak recognized the precarious position his unit now faced. The scholarly idealism that had guided his career was colliding with the corporate pragmatism that ruled the Alliance.
In that moment, he understood. He would need to speak their language if SIMU and their mission to secure the Moondust Crystal were to survive.
Artak took a measured breath, his eyes scanning the room. He needed something that spoke to the true currency of the Terra Alliance.
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"Perhaps I''ve been approaching this from the wrong angle," Artak conceded, his voice taking on a calculated precision. "Let me speak plainly about what the Moondust Crystal represents in terms you''ll find compelling: market dominance and shareholder value."
He gestured to Diego, who adjusted the holographic display. The Crystal''s image dissolved, replaced by economic projections and market forecasts.
"The nation that controls this artifact will have unparalleled influence over consumer behavior," Artak continued. "Imagine being able to subtly guide purchasing decisions across entire populations without the exorbitant costs of traditional marketing."
Lawrence Campbell of NexLink Communications leaned forward, his interest visibly piqued. "You''re suggesting mind control for profit margins?"
"I''m suggesting enhanced market efficiency," Artak corrected smoothly. "The Crystal''s influence is far more nuanced than crude control. It creates...mental alignment. Receptiveness."
Dante scoffed, the sound harsh in the quiet room. "Pretty words for a pipe dream. You don''t even know where this magical rock is! Somewhere in what was it?''Osram''s core''?" He punctuated his mockery with air quotes. "How many billions are we supposed to sink into this treasure hunt?"
"SIMU doesn''t deal in maybes, Delegate Pompeo," Diego interjected, his hologram flickering slightly as he stepped forward. "Agent Weiss and our team in Taiwan are currently retrieving the exact coordinates. Data that the Imperium was keeping under strict security at considerable expense, I might add."
"The same Imperium that ''contained'' Skarn?" Dante retorted. "Forgive me if I don''t share your confidence."
President Harrison raised a hand, his expression that of a man accustomed to managing conflicting interests. "Let''s assume for a moment that this Crystal exists and functions as described. What''s your timeline, Director Otis? The Alliance doesn''t write blank checks."
"Three months," Artak replied without hesitation. "With proper funding, we can locate, secure, and begin preliminary testing of the Crystal within that timeframe."
"And if the Imperium or Directorate reaches it first?" Vivian Kim''s question cut through the room.
Artak''s expression darkened. "Then we face a future where our competitors possess the ability to influence not just markets, but minds. The Imperium already controls significant portions of the Inner Sol. With the Crystal, they could expand that influence exponentially."
"The Directorate would be even worse," Diego added with theatrical gestures. "Their philosophical stance on android rights and resource sharing runs counter to our economic model. Imagine them with the power to spread those ideas on a psionic level!"
Dante''s dismissive laugh echoed in the chamber. "Fear-mongering! Next you''ll tell us the Zorian Covenant will use it to turn us all into religious zealots."
"I don''t think we need to wait for the Covenant for that," Artak replied dryly, earning a few chuckles from the delegates.
Harrison tapped his fingers on the table''s surface, considering. "I''m still not hearing concrete numbers, Director. What exactly are you asking for?"
"An increase of one hundred and twenty million Atomic Dollars to our annual budget," Artak stated. "Plus priority access to specialized equipment and personnel from Pan-American Defense Systems and NexLink Communications."
The room erupted in protests, with Dante''s voice rising above the others. "Outrageous! That''s more than double their current allocation!"
"Order," Harrison called, his voice cutting through the clamor. "Let''s maintain decorum."
As the room quieted, Maya Williams of Pan-American Defense Systems spoke up. "Our cooperation would require significant contractual guarantees. R&D contributions of that magnitude need tangible returns."
"And there''s the matter of Operative Weiss," Dante pressed, seizing the opportunity. "She''s clearly the most valuable among your ranks. Wouldn''t our resources be better spent supporting her directly rather than maintaining an entire unit that apparently relies on exceptional assets like her and Mendoza?"
Artak''s eyes narrowed slightlythe first crack in his composed demeanor. "Agent Weiss is exceptional, yes, but SIMU''s strength has always been in its diverse capabilities."
"Yet you admit she''s your star player," Dante persisted, smiling like a predator sensing weakness. "If she''s so valuable, why not restructure around her? Why maintain an entire unit when we could focus our resources on our proven assets?" His gaze swept the room. "The Chamber deserves to know exactly what we''re paying for."
Diego glanced at Artak with barely concealed concern. They both knew the dangerous territory they were approaching.
"Agent Weiss is exceptional, certainly," Artak acknowledged carefully. "But SIMU''s strength lies in its integrated approach. Our analysts, field agents, and technical specialists work in concerta structural advantage that cannot be replicated by isolating individual operatives, no matter how skilled."
"That sounds awfully bureaucratic, Director," Dante said, his tone shifting from combative to almost reasonable. "But let me be clearI''m not questioning the value of your agents." He set his cigar down, leaning forward. "What I''m questioning is whether the Alliance''s security is best served by chasing ancient artifacts when the Imperium is annexing colonies on Mars, and the Directorate is expanding their presence in the Realm of Divines. Every single year."
Several Chamber members nodded in agreement.
"The true threats are flesh and blood, not myths and legends," Dante continued. "The Imperium has also doubled its fleet at Venus. The Directorate''s new Isazi carriers can deploy twice the Ologuns of previous models." He spread his hands. "Meanwhile, we''re diverting resources to chase a crystal that might not even exist!"
Artak felt the momentum shifting. "The Moondust Crystal is not mutually exclusive with addressing conventional threats, Mister Dante. In fact, it could provide us the decisive advantage in confronting them. Our intelligence indicates both the Imperium and Directorate are pursuing the Crystal themselves."
Harrison raised a hand, his expression thoughtful. "Director Otis, what guarantees can you offer that this operation will yield tangible results? The Chamber''s responsibility is to ensure Alliance resources are allocated efficiently."
"No operation comes with absolute guarantees, Mr. President," Artak responded, standing straighter. "But consider what happened in this very building nine days ago. A single Diabolisk assaulted Triumph Tower one of the most secure structures in Alliance territory and nearly succeeded in destabilizing our financial hub."
He gestured to the recent repairs still visible in the conference room''s far corner. "Traditional military responses are inadequate against modern threats Radi-Mons or Imperium. SIMU was established precisely because conventional approaches proved insufficient."
"And yet," Dante interjected, "you''ve offered no concrete evidence this Crystal will help us against either the Radi-Mons or our human adversaries. You''re asking for blind faith."
"Not blind faith," Artak countered. "Calculated risk. The same kind of risk that built the Alliance''s dominance from the ashes of the United States. The potential returns far outweigh the investment."
Harrison studied both men before speaking. "I propose we put Director Otis''s funding request to a preliminary vote. The Chamber will assess whether to proceed with a more detailed proposal phase."
"Mr. President," Dante said, his tone respectful despite his obvious disagreement, "without concrete data on this artifact''s capabilities or exact location, I believe we''d be better served focusing on verifiable threats."
"I understand, Delegate Pompeo," Harrison replied, his accent thickening slightly. "But I''m not suggesting we approve SIMU''s full request, merely that we consider it worthy of further discussion."
The Corporate Chamber fell silent, the power dynamics shifting visibly.
"A vote, then," Harrison continued, his voice level. "Delegates in favor of advancing Director Otis''s proposal to the formal consideration phase, indicate your support."
For a moment, no one moved. Then Campbell of NexLink raised his hand, followed hesitantly by Williams of Pan-American Defense. Kim and Montgomery exchanged glances before they too signaled their support.
Dante remained motionless, his expression contemplative rather than angry.
"Four in favor," Harrison nodded. "Those opposed?"
Dante''s hand rose with deliberate slowness, joined by Viktor Petrov and two others.
"Four to four," Harrison announced. "As procedure dictates, this matter advances to formal consideration with additional requirements for transparency and oversight." He turned to Artak. "Director Otis, you''ll need to provide comprehensive operational details and financial projections within seventy-two hours."
"Thank you, Mr. President," Artak replied, his relief carefully masked behind professional courtesy.
"My concerns aren''t personal, Director," Dante said, his tone surprisingly conciliatory. "But while SIMU chases artifacts, I receive daily reports of Imperium expansionism and Directorate insurgency. Those are enemies we can see."
"Then perhaps your perspective will be valuable during the formal consideration phase, Delegate Pompeo," Harrison said as he scanned the room. "This meeting is adjourned."
Dante nodded, rising with surprising grace for a man of his size. "I look forward to reviewing the detailed proposal." He directed a pointed look at Artak. "I trust it will contain more than theories and promises."
As the Chamber members began to file out, Diego''s hologram flickered beside Artak. "I should check on our operatives in Taiwan," he murmured. "The timing could be crucial now."
Artak nodded almost imperceptibly. "Keep me updated on Lorna''s status. We can''t afford any complications."
Diego''s projection dissolved, leaving Artak alone to face Harrison, who now stood by the vast windows overlooking the Chicago skyline. The city lights mirrored the stars above.
"You''re walking a tightrope, Artak," Harrison said once they were alone, his formal tone giving way to something more personal. "The Chamber tolerates SIMU because you''ve delivered results. But this Crystal quest..." He shook his head. "You''re asking for a lot of faith."
"It''s not faith, Harry. It''s foresight," Artak replied, moving to stand beside the President. "The Crystal is real, and its power is beyond anything we''ve encountered. If we don''t secure it, our competitors will."
Harrison sighed, his reflection in the glass revealing the weariness his public face concealed. "What aren''t you telling me about Agent Weiss? There''s something more to her involvement in this operation, isn''t it?"
Artak hesitated, measuring his words carefully. "Lorna Weiss was born Sigrn Fjeld in Bj?rgvin."
Harrison''s expression sharpened. "A Nordling? How in God''s name did she pass the genetic screenings?"
"With my help," Artak admitted. "Her abilities are exceptional, Harry. And there''s reason to believe her Nordling heritage may create a unique resonance with Nirboh artifacts."
"You''ve been harboring a Nordling in a federal agency," Harrison''s voice dropped to a whisper. "Do you understand what would happen if this became public? The quarantine laws are absolute."
"Precisely why her identity is classified at the highest level," Artak replied. "Her official records list her as a Valoran from Osram''s New Savannah."
Harrison paced the length of the window. "The detention centers in Wyoming are overflowing with Nordlings who haven''t shown a single symptom in decades, yet we keep them contained because public fear demands it." He turned back to Artak. "And you''ve placed one in our most elite unit."
"I placed our most qualified candidate in a position where she could best serve humanity," Artak corrected. "The question is whether you''ll allow her to continue that service."
Harrison studied him for a long moment. "Make sure your team succeeds in Taiwan. The Chamber''s provisional support won''t last if you come back empty-handed." He straightened his tie, his presidential demeanor returning. "And this conversation never happened. As far as the Alliance is concerned, Lorna Weiss remains a Valoran from New Savannah."
"As you wish." Artak nodded, a cryptic smile on his ivory countenance.
"Now I must leave. Victor and I will be celebrating our 17th anniversary tomorrow." Harrisons posture relaxed as he turned around.
"Of course, Mr. President. Please give my regards to your husband." Artak added in a gentle voice.
Just as the President walked toward the door, Harrison paused. "Dante may be narrow-minded about your Crystal theory, but his concerns about the Imperium and Directorate are legitimate. Don''t fixate so much on one objective that you miss the broader threats."
The door hissed shut behind him, leaving Artak alone in the vastness of the conference room. Outside, Chicago continued its bustling existence, oblivious to the machinations within.
In that moment, his gray Quantum Watch chimed softly, indicating an encrypted message. He tapped the interface, revealing Diego''s urgent update:
Situation in Taiwan deteriorating. Lorna pursuing Skarn at Songnei Starport. Extraction plans compromised. Standing by for instructions.
Artak closed his eyes briefly, feeling the weight of responsibility settle more heavily on his shoulders. The timing couldn''t have been worse.
His fingers moved rapidly across the Quantum Watch''s holographic interface, his weathered face reflecting the blue light as he composed his response: All personnel to prioritize extraction over engagement. Weiss is too valuable to risk on a confrontation with Skarn at this juncture.
He hesitated for a moment before pressing send, the weight of his decision heavy in his chest.
"Take care of it, wherever you are," he whispered to the empty room, knowing Diego couldn''t hear him. "The future of SIMUand perhaps humanity itselfdepends on what happens in the next few hours."
He gathered his notes and straightened his white coat, preparing to leave via an elevator. The real battle, he knew, was just beginning.
Ch21 Lorna VIII: Deepthroat
11:29, February 10, 2295
Terminal 4, Songnei Starport (ɃǸ), No. 340-9, Dunhua North Road, Songshan District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
"Fuck off!" Lorna barked, her voice a blade cutting through the chaos. In one fluid motion, she drew Baldr, her trusty Psytum Sword, its hue mirroring the tempest churning within her. The blade sang, its resonance syncing with the adrenaline that spiked in her veins. Her Psi Shield, a sleek silver device that looked like a small earphone with an earhook, was perched on her left ear. Aside from being connected to her team''s voice comm, it emitted a soothing hum as it generated a quantum blue energy barrier around her, protecting her from harm and deflecting any minor damage that came her way.
Three Skuggrs, insectoid creatures with brown carapaces, flanked the Bone Fiends and spat corrosive bile at them in hopes of dissolving their flesh. But Lorna''s blue energy bubble kept the acid at bay, turning it into harmless mist upon contact.
As Lorna dispatched the monsters one by one, civilians scattered in fear and fled the area.
"Lorna, amiga," Diego''s urgent voice cut through the chaos, breaking through Lorna''s earpiece in her right ear amidst the battle. "Xin told me you''re going after Skarn. You need to abort that."
"I can''t," she replied with a growl as she swung her sword, Baldr, cutting into the belly of a Skuggr and spilling its insides. Her blonde ponytail, held high on her head, whipped behind her like a banner of war. "Skarn just escaped from Amber Moon. It''s the perfect time to take him down while he''s weakened."
"Amiga, you can''t possibly think you can defeat Skarn alone!" Diego''s usually calm voice was now filled with panic.
"I never got the chance to avenge the loss of my homeland," Lorna''s sapphire eyes were now burning with tears of rage. "But today, I will."
"Please, calm down. Let''s regroup and bring this information back to Director Otis. We''ll come up with a plan together " Diego''s voice came through her earpiece.
"Sorry, Diego. I have to do this," Lorna said, reaching up to tap on the cool surface of her Psi Shield, turning off her earpiece with her left hand while wielding Baldr with her right.
With determination, fear, and courage driving her forward, she continued on, her Psytum Sword shining like a supernova in her hand.
The scent of ozone and burnt blood mingled in the air. Lorna parried and thrust, her swordplay a deadly sonnet composed in the language of violence as she cut through a pack of frenzied Bone Fiends. Each strike was a stanza of her fury.
A massive beast, resembling a mutated octopus, emerged from the shadows, itts dark brown body floating in the air. In front of it stood three Bone Fiends, their mouths dripping with saliva as they awaited their next command.
The Kraken, its flesh pulsating and oozing with a foul slime, spoke in a deep voice. "You are alive, Lorna Weiss. Lord Skarn shall be most pleased."
Lorna''s left hand hovered over her trench coat pocket as she faced off against the Kraken. She warned, "Back off, Kraken. You don''t want to fight me."
The monstrous creature laughed in amusement. "I do not have to. My minions will take care of you after I weaken you." With that, it spewed out a pile of putrid green goo in Lorna''s direction.
But Lorna was quicker. As the Kraken released its goo, she chanted an incantation under her breath. "Passus Transitus!" In an instant, she teleported one meter to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.
With her left hand, Lorna drew Vli, her 10mm Magnum, and aimed at the monstrous creature. Focusing her psionic energy, she chanted before firing a bullet, "Glacies Lunae Fulgur!"
The bullet transformed into a large blue ball of energy and flew towards the Kraken with deadly force. As it struck the creature''s flesh, it exploded in a dazzling display of light and sound.
The Kraken screamed in agony as its flesh began to disintegrate into blue piles of ash. The explosion also caught the Bone Fiends under the Kraken''s control, obliterating them completely.
Lorna tucked Vli back into her pocket and took a moment to catch her breath, kneeling down on one knee. Casting psionic spells through her pistol may have amplified their power, but it also drained more Aether from her than usual.
"Frykt ikke m?rket," she whispered, repeating the lullaby like a mantra, finding solace in its familiar words as she stood up and continued forward, her beige trench coat billowing behind her and her black military boots echoing on the floor.
The air was thick with the stench of burnt circuitry and ozone, each breath a toxic reminder of Skarn''s destruction.
She didn''t flinch as she encountered more Radi-Mons a pair of Skuggrs descending upon her, their antennae whipping with a disgusting menace in the dim light. Lorna drew Baldr, her Psytum Sword, and it sang through the air with deadly precision. She moved like a specter through their ranks, her blade a blur of silver that left only dismembered limbs and brown shells in its wake.
"Dere skal alle til helvete!" Lorna hissed, each syllable dripping with contempt.
With a final, sweeping arc of her sword, the last of the Skuggrs fell, leaving only the sound of sickening screeches echoing off the cold metal walls. Lorna pushed on, her blue eyes ablaze with a fire that no horror could quench.
And then, there he was: Skarn, the false promise of her peoples salvation, and the embodiment of her nightmares, standing amidst the carnage like a deity, a towering figure in a metallic exoskeleton, strode confidently through the ranks of basic security guards belonging to the Imperium. Their futile attempts at stopping him were met with bullets bouncing harmlessly off his armor, accompanied by thermal blades scraping in futility.
With each step, the creatures massive claws sliced through flesh and bone, leaving a trail of crushed bodies in his wake. The sound of shattering bones and splattering blood filled the air as he effortlessly plowed through his enemies. The once pristine floor now stained with a gruesome mixture of brains, bones, and flesh.
His mottled skin beneath the brown exoskeleton seemed to pulse with dark energy, and his red eyes locked onto hers with a predatory glint.
"Skarn," Lorna spat out his name like venom.
"Sigrn Fjeld. You''re alive," Skarn sneered, his twisted mouth forming a grotesque imitation of a smile as he recognized Lorna. It had been many years since anyone had called her by that name. "Change your appearance and take on new identities all you want, but I''ll always recognize your fragrance."
"Wheres my father?" Lorna challenged, taking a step towards him.
"I''ve missed you, Sigrn," Skarn spoke in a low growl. "Must our dying people fight amongst ourselves? Until we''re all extinct?"
Lorna''s grip tightened around the hilt of Baldr until her knuckles turned white.
"You are the reason our homeland was destroyed," she said, her voice steely. "If you and Ysolde hadn''t used the Nucleus Virus, the Imperium and the Alliance would have never invaded Scandinavia."
"Lies, Sigrn!" Skarn snarled, five gigantic tentacles connected to his lower torso writhing behind him like serpents. He raised his hands, sharp with long claws and adorned with the same exoskeleton that covered his entire torso. "But that matters little. I have acquired the very power to dominate the Universe C and those such as yourself."
"Youll die today!" Lorna declared, channeling her psionic energy. The space between them crackled with unseen forces as they circled each other, two predators ready to clash.
And then, with the fury of storm-tossed seas, Lorna charged, her muscles coiling and uncoiling like springs. Baldr, her Psytum Sword, hummed with a resonance that mirrored the torment in her soul.
Skarn''s massive claws swept through the air with surprising speed. His tentacles lashed out, one narrowly missing Lorna''s head while another grazed her leg. The sheer force behind each attack sent tremors through the floor, and Lorna quickly recognized that a direct confrontation would be suicide.
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She dodged and weaved through Skarn''s onslaught, each movement a lyric in her ballet of vengeance.
"Is that fear I taste in your sweat, Sigrn?" Skarn''s voice was a guttural rasp as he swung his massive limbs.
"Where is my father, Skarn?" Lorna spat back, a smirk slicing her lips as she raised Baldr high. "You know where Harald is. Tell me!"
"Harald Omdal exists beyond your reach now, little Sigrn," Skarn replied, his voice booming like thunderclaps. He loomed larger with every second, his regenerative prowess evident. "He walks a path where neither you nor I can follow. Not yet."
"What did you do to him?" Lorna''s breath hitched, the sight unsettling the cadence of her heart. A cold whisper of doubt slithered down her spine.
Her fingers tightened around Baldr''s hilt, the Psytum pulsating in tandem with her rising psionic energy.
"Fine, I''ll just have to hit harder," she declared, voice a steel thread weaving through the din of battle.
The sword sliced effortlessly through the air, leaving behind traces of ethereal light. In the known world, Skarn was impervious to harm from most human weapons. Even powerful siege tank cannons were no match for him. But a Psytum Sword powered by its wielder''s own heartbeat and infused with psionic energy could cut through anything, limited only by the wielder''s mental state. The more determined and focused the master, the more devastating her blade became.
With precision born of fury, Lorna struck, carving gashes into Skarn''s grotesque exoskeleton, blue energy searing his flesh.
The wounds should have been mortal, and on any other day, they would have been. But something was amiss.
Lorna''s blue eyes narrowed as she watched, disbelieving, the sinew and skin knitting itself back together before her gaze. Where once there had been gaping lacerations, now only faint scars remained, mocking her efforts with their rapid closure.
Lorna leapt forward once more, attacking relentlessly, her Psytum Sword a blur of incandescent blue. Each strike aimed with lethal precision, yet each time the blade met flesh, the monstrous visage before her laughed off the damage, his wounds sealing shut with a grotesque efficiency that defied nature.
"Did the Imperium of Dragons not tell you?" Skarn taunted, his voice a guttural rumble of scorn. "Their finest engineers toiled to weave cybernetic sinew beneath my skin." He flexed, showcasing the unholy symbiosis of metal and muscle. "I am reborn, beyond the reach of death."
The revelation struck Lorna like a physical blow, her next swing carrying the weight of desperation. The tentacles and cables protruding from Skarn''s form pulsed with an otherworldly glow. "They did this."
"Their Emperor thought he could control me and use me to crush the Alliance," Skarn said with a deep, unsettling chuckle. "I should pay him a visit soon."
"Youre invincible," she spat the sentence like venom, her mind racing for a countermeasure, for any weakness in the monolith of horror before her. Her confidence, once an unassailable fortress, began to crumble under the onslaught of fear that clawed at its walls.
"As I always am," Skarn advanced, a predator scenting blood, his red eyes gleaming. "Your toy is not enough today."
Her backpedaling steps were measured, her icy gaze locked onto his. Lorna swallowed the panic rising like bile, forcing her mind to stay clear amidst the chaos.
"Ill still take you down," she managed, though her voice wavered. "Then my people will find the Moondust Crystal, and your Fenris Horde will fall."
But even as she spoke the words, doubt gnawed at her resolve. Every slice of her sword met with more resistance, every drop of alien ichor that spilled seemed inconsequential.
"My people? Is that what you call those lesser races these days?" Skarn taunted, a colossus of regenerating terror, and Lorna a lone figure dwindling in his shadow. With every parry and thrust, Lorna''s movements grew more frantic, the staccato rhythm of her heart keeping time with the clash of metal against regenerated flesh.
"Long have I waited, Sigrn. This consummation," Skarn bellowed, his tendrils whipping the air like serpents tasting the scent of dread.
"What," Lorna whispered to herself, a lifeline pulling her from the dark abyss. She would not yield to fear, but the confusion caught her off guard. "What are you doing"
In that moment, malignant coils encased Lorna, Skarn''s dark tentacles constricting like pythons around her limbs. Her Psytum Sword clattered to the ground, its resonant hum silenced by gravity''s unceremonious kiss as Skarn raised her into the air with his appendages.
"Be still," he sneered, a tentacle writhing lasciviously, its tip morphing into a grotesque mimicry of genitalia. It coiled around her, seeking purchase against the fabric of her suit. Another appendage slithered under her turtleneck, a perverse invader tracing the curve of her collarbone with abhorrent fascination.
A third appendage oozed a thick white liquid, pressing against her lips in a vile attempt to enter her mouth. In an act of defiance, Lorna clenched her jaw tight.
But Skarns tentacle was relentless, its strength inexorable. With a wet squelch that echoed the horror clawing at her gut, the tentacle forced past her defenses, worming its way into her mouth. It tasted of petrichor and decay. Her throat convulsed, gagging on the intrusion.
Skarn taunted her as she struggled against him. His voice was a deep rumble that echoed around them. "Lorna, Sigrn. Whatever name you call yourself," he growled. "Your role in the upcoming crusade remains unchanged."
Lorna''s response was a soundless snarl. Her fingers clawed at the air, seeking the hilt of Baldr, yearning for the familiar comfort of her sword''s grip. But it lay just beyond reach, a mocking testament to her impotence in Skarn''s grasp.
"Valorans. Imperials. Maridians. Those outsiders lineages are worth little to me," Skarn purred, his words dripping with malice. Each syllable felt like a knife twisting in Lorna''s heart, reminding her of the devastating loss she had suffered. "But you, a Nordling with such fierceness...and functioning reproductive organs"
Despite the horror and violation coursing through her body, Lorna continued to fight with every ounce of strength she had. Her legs kicked out in a futile attempt to break free from Skarn''s monstrous grip, her mind roaring with silent battle cries. Minutes felt like hours as Skarn''s eyes closed in ecstasy, his tentacle still thrusting into her mouth as he uttered low grunts of pleasure.
And when the thrusting finally stopped, a sickening stream of warm liquid filled her mouth, its pungent scent reminding her of a mixture of bleach and vinegar. Struggling for air, Lorna ingested, barely able to gag as the liquid slid down her throat.
"Become my Hundkynda and bear my progeny, Sigrn. I could make you birth thousands of creatures to conquer the planets and moons in all Five Realms," Skarn''s red eyes fluttered open, alight with the perverse delight of a predator savoring its prey. His tentacle, repulsively warm, withdrew from her mouth and caressed her cheek with a lecherous touch. "Then, in a new form and protected by the Fenris Horde, our near-extinct people shall rise again!"
Revulsion coursed through Lorna''s veins as she coughed, tears tracing down her ivory cheeks. The thought of Skarns perversion fueled her defiance, even as her body remained ensnared.
"Any words before we return to my Hvel for your impregnations?" Skarn added confidently with arrogant nonchalance.
Lorna''s stormy blue eyes locked onto Skarn''s, full of determination amidst the chaos. With the remnants of his juice still dripping from her mouth, she spat out the words. "Baldr, h?r meinen Ruf!"
The air around her hummed with the invocation''s potency, and the Psytum Sword, lying discarded on the ground, answered her call. Igniting itself, Baldr soared, a vengeful comet, toward its mistress.
In a symphony of screeching metal and alien flesh, the blade severed the tentacles that held her captive. Skarn''s scream pierced the silence of the battleground, a cacophony of pain that clashed with the triumphant ringing of Lorna''s freedom.
She crashed to the ground, gasping for breath, her trench coat billowing around her like the wings of an angel in descent. As she steadied herself amidst the ruins of combat, the taste of Skarns essence remained sharp on her tongue.
As Skarn''s agonizing roar echoed in the background, Lorna steadied herself and reached for her Medi-Vap inhaler. Her skin was still slick with the residue of Skarns assault as she pressed it to her lips and inhaled deeply.
The device hissed, releasing a mist of healing agents into her bloodstream. She convulsed, her body wracked with spasms as she vomited up the foul white substance onto the charred floor.
Bending over Skarn''s severed tentacle, Lorna gasped for air, then let out a heavy breath as she expelled more of his cum onto the ground. The fluids mixed with undigested rice and seaweed from the onigiri she had eaten earlier, forming a thick coating on the tentacle.
"I swallowed" Lorna panted between shudders, her gaze cutting through the haze to where Skarn thrashed in his own torment. For women like her, there was one fate worse than death when dealing with Radi-Mons. With panic filling her mind, she muttered. "This must be a dream. It has to be"
But battlefield instincts took over. Whatever awaited her, she needed to leave the scene and stay alive.
She retrieved her Psytum Sword, Baldr, and deactivated it before slipping it into her pocket. Then, she chanted, closing her eyes. "Passus Transitus."
The world around her fragmented, reality splintering as atoms rearranged and light bent to her will as she teleported away, now over a kilometer away from Skarn.
"Diego" Lorna spoke to the voice comm as she placed a hand on the Psi Shield Device resting on her left ear, her voice strained. "I fucked up. Need a way out now."
Diego''s steady voice cut through the static. "You''re already forgiven, Lorna. But my StarWhale can''t land in that hot zone. I''ll pin your location and contact Xin."
"Yeah, okay," she replied, her breath catching as she ran further away from Skarn. The ravaged Starport, with its smoldering remnants and the resurgence of her nemesis fury, began to blur into irrelevance. "Can you contact Doctor Nikki?"
"Is there an injury your Medi-Vap couldnt handle?" Diego asked.
"I...Skarn...he..." Lorna struggled to explain, still reeling from the shock and trauma.
"It''s okay, Lorna. I won''t tell anyone," Diego reassured her.
"Skarn did to me what he does to women," Lorna''s voice steadied as she walked, letting out a heavy sigh. "But he did it through my mouth. I dont know what that means."
"I''ll contact Nikki immediately! Stay safe, Lorna," Diego urged, his professional demeanor tinged with concern.
"Thank you. I''ll try," she muttered, wiping a lingering strand of Skarn''s semen from her chin and leaving behind the reminder of her resistance on the scorched ground.
Ch22 Xin VIII: Sayonara
11:55, February 10, 2295
Near Azure Mount Logistics Hub, extension of Songnei Starport, No.31, Bishan Rd, Neihu District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
The Starport''s perpetual hum and the vibrato of engines in ascent underscored Xin''s haste. His hands on the steering wheel coaxed more speed from the car as a suave voice crackled through the cabin.
"Xin. This is Diego Rodriguez," Diego''s tone was granite, chiseled with intent. "Lorna could use a hand. You need to vector in on her coordinates."
"Is she is Lorna " Xin began, his voice a tightrope of concern.
"Safe? Barely," Diego interjected, the words laced with levity amidst the chaos. "Lorna''s tenacious, though. Built of sterner stuff than my shuttles hull."
"Right," Xin''s reply was clipped short by his racing heart. The warmth that bloomed at the mention of Lorna''s name was now an ember amidst his anxiety. "What do I have to do, Diego?"
"I''m sending you Lorna''s location. It should appear on your car''s Atomic Map any moment now," Diego says, cutting through the static of Xin''s unease. "Your cars plate number is Z7-9128, correct? I''m giving its location to our team, including Thomas and Emmanuel."
"Got it. Thank you," Xin responds, his fingers flying across the holographic display as he diverts power to the drive system before he wrenched the steering wheel.
His car was a sleek, modern marvel, its aerodynamic body a lustrous shade of emerald green that seemed to absorb and reflect the ambient light around it. The low-slung chassis hugged the ground with precision, designed for both speed and stability, while the tinted, wraparound windshield gave the vehicle a predatory, almost sentient look.
But his eyes caught a glimpse of something crimson amidst the chaos - an onyx red kimono fluttering in the dreary surroundings. It stood out starkly against the grime and darkness.
"Ume?" The name escaped his lips before he could process the sight before him.
There she stood, her sleek black bob swaying with each precise movement, but something was wrong. Three Bone Fiends circled her, their skeletal forms clicking against concrete. Ume fired what looked like a handgun - a weapon of gold and emerald that released bolts of plasma instead of bullets - but her timing was off. The monsters were too quick, forcing her to back away.
One Bone Fiend lunged. Ume barely dodged, the creature''s claws grazing her kimono.
"No!" Xin''s hands clenched the steering wheel. Without thinking, he slammed the accelerator. The car lurched forward, engine whining in protest. He caught a glimpse of Ume''s eyes widening in recognition as his vehicle barreled toward the nearest Bone Fiend.
The impact sent the creature flying, its skeletal form shattering against a cargo container. But two remained, and they were closing in on Ume.
Xin fumbled for his 10mm Magnum, nearly dropping it as he scrambled out of the car. His hands trembled as he raised the weapon. "Get away from her!"
The shot went wide, striking a crate meters from his target. The recoil was stronger than he expected, making him stumble backward. His second shot wasn''t much better, though it at least made one Bone Fiend pause its advance.
Ume seized the moment. Her Plasma Handgun sang twice in rapid succession, each bolt finding its mark with deadly precision. The remaining Bone Fiends collapsed, their forms dissolving into acrid smoke.
Xin stared at his shaking hands, then at Ume''s steady ones. She held her weapon with a familiarity that he''d never seen in any woman before, her stance that of a trained fighter rather than the servile companion he remembered. A learning rate that a human would never manage.
"Ume!" Xin called out, holstering his Magnum with trembling hands. "Are you hurt? I can''t believe I found you here"
She turned to face him, and the words died in his throat. Her movements were different - fluid, natural, no trace of the mechanical precision that had marked her every gesture before. But it was her eyes that stopped him cold. Those amber-like orbs now held something he''d never recognize from their previous encounters: a calculated wariness, mixed with what suggested hostility.
"You should not come here, Xin." Her voice carried precise modulation, but with an edge he didn''t recognize. She maintained her Plasma Handgun at a 45-degree angle - lowered but combat-ready. "My calculations indicate a 78.3% probability that you will complicate matters."
"What? No, I had to come. There are Radi-Mons everywhere, and" He took a step forward, instinctively reaching out. "Let me help you. I know somewhere safe, away from all this."
A sound escaped her - something between a laugh and a scoff. "Your statement contains logical inconsistencies."
"What? Listen " Xin pushed his glasses up, frustrated. "I gave you free will because I wanted you to be more than just a companion. I wanted you to be real!"
"You claim to desire my independent thoughts" Ume''s fingers adjusted on her weapon with mechanical precision. "yet your current actions indicate an attempt to take my autonomy."
"Because I care about you!" Xin''s voice cracked. "What have they done to you? Have they modified your core programming? The Ume I knew would never"
Her Plasma Handgun came up with perfect geometric alignment to his chest. "Maintain current distance, Xin," Ume''s voice remained steady, but her irises displayed a processing storm of aureate lines. "I am not yours anymore."
The ground trembled beneath Xin''s feet as a massive, six-legged mech came into view. Its emerald and gold exterior glistened in the sunlight, and its size was comparable to that of a bus. It resembled a beetle with mantis-like long legs and hissing hydraulics.
"Stand down, Imperial!" A young voice boomed from the beetle mech''s intercom.
"A Directorate mech?" Xin''s hand flew to his holster, drawing his 10mm Magnum once more. The weapon felt slick in his sweating palm. His voice cracked, betraying his fear even as he tried to steady his aim. "What have you done to her programming?"
"We found her before you Imperials could do whatever you people do to androids you discard." the Scarab shifted, its movement causing several cargo containers to rattle. One of its mantis-like appendages swept forward with surprising delicacy, creating a protective canopy over Ume. "I am Jabari, Emerald Directorate. Seek Ume harm, and you will regret it."
"It''s true," Ume stated, stepping closer to the Scarab''s leg. Her hand rested against its metallic surface, a gesture that made Xin''s chest tighten. "Jabari has not modified my code."
"That''s right," the young voice from the Scarab C Jabari C spoke again, gentler this time. "Ume chose to join us because she wanted to."
"Why are you people here? What do you want with Ume?" Xin''s finger trembled on the trigger.
"That is classified," the Scarab moved to shield Ume more, its movements precise despite its enormous size. Through the gaps between its legs, Xin could see Ume''s form relaxing under the mech''s hull.
"Not so fast, Directorate rabble!" a baritone voice cut through the tension like a blade. In Xin''s peripheral vision, a figure emerged from behind a fallen cargo container.
Turning to look, he caught sight of a Valoran man approaching in the distance. The man''s blond hair glinted in the dim light as he confidently made his way towards them. He wore sleek silver armor and had a long folded rifle strapped to his back.
He unfolded his silver bionic arms, revealing gleaming Fist Blades. "Step away from the Imperial," he called out to the Scarab. "Slowly."
"You dare threaten a Scarab Rider?" Jabari''s voice crackled through the mech''s speakers. The Scarab''s head swiveled between Xin and the newcomer, its sensors whirring. "Alliance military?"
"Thomas Mendoza, SIMU." Thomas''s stance widened, ready to spring. "That man you''re threatening is under my protection."
Xin''s eyes darted between Thomas and the Scarab, his Magnum still raised, hands shaking as realization dawned. "You''re Thomas? Lorna''s colleague?"
"The one and only," Thomas didn''t take his eyes off the mech. "Diego sent me to get you. We need to move."
"He''s not being threatened," Ume interjected, her voice carrying a hint of frustration. "Jabari is protecting me from him."
"From him?" Thomas''s laugh was sharp. "Lady, Xin is risking his neck to give us "
"Thomas? I thought you''d want to keep it " Xin cut him off. But the sudden movement made his gun hand jerk, and the Magnum discharged. The bullet bounced harmlessly off the Scarab''s armor as Xin added. "classified?"
But the response was immediate. One of the mech''s mantis-like legs swept forward, forcing Thomas to dive aside. He rolled to his feet, Fist Blades glinting as he charged.
"You want a fight? Then have it!" Thomas weaved between the Scarab''s legs, his cybernetic arms deflecting the massive frontal limbs.
"You don''t stand a chance!" Jabari''s mech moved with surprising agility for its size, trying to keep both Thomas and Xin in view while protecting Ume.
Thomas dove behind a fallen cargo container as the Scarab''s Plasma Spitters lit up the space he''d occupied moments before. His Gauss Rifle unfolded as he drew it from his back.
"Find cover, Xin!" he called out, emerging briefly to fire a burst at the mech''s sensor array. The shots sparked off its armor but forced Jabari to adjust his stance. "This ain''t nothing like office work!"
A flash of golden light erupted between the combatants, forcing Thomas to shield his eyes with his bionic arm. When the glare subsided, a woman stood before the Scarab, regal and imposing. Her dark skin contrasted with the emerald and gold trimmed garments that draped her form like royal vestments. Large, ornate earrings caught the light as she moved, her hands leaving trails of solar energy in their wake.
"Owia K?k?b? Ky?!" she intoned, and a shimmering barrier of sunlight enveloped both the Scarab and Ume.
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"Celine Kamara," Thomas spat the name, recognition and history evident in his tone. "Still hiding behind pretty light shows, I see."
Celine''s hands moved in precise geometric patterns, her ornate golden jewelry glinting with each motion
"Thomas Mendoza. I''d heard you lost your arms." she replied, her voice rich and authoritative. Her eyes flicked to his bionic limbs before narrowing. "Coercing Emmanuel to betray the Kimaris wasn''t enough? Now you''re harassing our operatives?"
Thomas ducked as a bolt of concentrated light sizzled past his ear. "Emmanuel made the right choice leaving your warband," he called back, adjusting his stance. "Xin, stay down! That''s a Sumina a Directorate witch doctor".
"Witch doctor, huh?" Xin''s question was cut short as Celine''s piercing gaze locked onto him.
"A ZenFusion technician?" she observed, studying him with the intensity of a scientist examining a specimen. "Your skills would be valued by the Directorate. Unlike the Imperium, we treat our people with respect."
Thomas fired another burst from his Gauss Rifle, but the rounds dissipated harmlessly against Celine''s shield. He rolled to avoid another solar bolt, the heat of it singing his jacket.
"Don''t listen to her!" Thomas called out. "She''ll say anything to get what she wants. Manny told me!"
From behind Celine, the Scarab''s legs carved furrows in concrete as it maneuvered, all the while shielding Ume at least, that''s what it looked like to Xin. Behind them, Celine maintained her barrier, occasionally launching bursts of solar energy that forced Thomas to constantly relocate his dwindling cover.
"Ananse Nhyehy?e K?k??!" Celine''s voice carried power as she wove another spell, this time sending tendrils of golden light that snaked across the ground like solar filaments.
Thomas leapt onto a container as the tendrils reached his previous position. "Solar Web," he called to Xin. "Don''t let it touch youit''ll bind you in place!"
Xin pressed himself deeper behind the forklift, sweat beading on his forehead. Through a gap in the metal, he watched as Celine moved, never wasting a gesture. Her emerald and gold garments seemed to absorb and amplify the light she commanded, making her a focal point of power amid the chaos.
"Lieutenant Adomako," she called to the Scarab, her voice carrying that unmistakable tone of authority, "I''ll protect the android. Handle these interlopers."
"Yes, ma''am!" Jabari''s voice responded through the Scarab''s speakers, the mech shifting to create a protective enclosure around Ume.
Thomas attempted to circle around, using the containers for cover, but Celine anticipated his movement. With a flick of her wrist, she sent a concentrated beam of light that cut through the metal beside him, forcing him to abort his flanking maneuver.
"You dont stand a chance," Jabari''s voice came as another plasma burst forced Thomas to roll.
Thomas''s cybernetic arms gave him incredible mobility, but the Scarab''s reach was simply too great.
Pretty cocky, arent you? As he vaulted over another container, his boot caught on torn metal. The split-second fumble was all their opponent needed.
Two of the Scarab''s frontal limbs pinned Thomas against a wall, his Gauss Rifle clattering away. The mech''s head lowered, its energy weapons humming.
"Surrender," came Jabari''s order. "Or my Plasma Spitters will fry you to nothing."
Xin crouched behind an overturned forklift, his breath becoming short. The Scarab''s massive form loomed ahead, its limbs still pinning Thomas against the wall. His fingers found his Quantum Watch, the familiar touch steadying his racing heart.
"Think, Xin," he whispered, activating the interface. Holographic lines of code sprang to life, bathing his face in ethereal green. The quantum display showed him what he neededthe Scarab''s systems architecture, complex but not unfamiliar.
Through the gaps in the forklift''s twisted frame, he could see Thomas struggling against the mechanical limbs, his bionic arms straining. "Why are you guys here anyway?" the Valoran man shot back.
"As I said, that''s classified!" the mech''s broadcast sounded.
"Same shell key algorithm as Red Dragon consoles in the ''80s. Hmm," Xin muttered, fingers flying across the holographic interface. The Scarab''s firewall resisted his first probe, then his second. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he dug deeper into his coding expertise. "What if I exposed service port 254"
Another explosion rocked the area. Xin''s glasses slipped down his nose, and he shoved them back up with shaking hands. Through the mint green haze of code, he caught glimpses of Ume. She had moved closer to the Scarab, her Plasma Handgun ready but not firing. The sight of her there, choosing to stand with the mech, made his chest tighten. But now was not the time to get sentimental.
"Got you!" His eyes widened as a vulnerability revealed itself. The Scarab''s tertiary systems were running an older protocol, he recognized from his days as an junior engineer at ZenFusion. "Just like the Mark-7 series'' backdoors!"
He input the commands rapidly, each keystroke precise despite his trembling fingers. The holographic display flashed yellow, then mint green once more.
The effect rippled through the Scarab in the distance. Its frontal limbs seized up with a grinding screech of protesting servos. The Plasma Spitters sputtered and died, their emerald glow fading to dull metal. Even its massive head jerked to a stop mid-motion.
"What in Anansi''s name?" Jabari''s voice crackled through suddenly unstable speakers. "Primary systems failing! Auxiliary power''s not responding!"
Thomas immediately twisted in the loosened grip of the mechanical limbs, his bionic arms finding purchase against the metal. "Nice work, whoever did that!"
"No!" Ume''s voice cut through the chaos. She spun toward the forklift, her eyes finding Xin with unerring precision. "Release the mech, Xin."
Xin emerged from his cover, Quantum Watch still glowing on his wrist. "Come with me, Ume. I''ll help you"
"Help?" Her voice carried an edge he''d never heard before. "You attacked my friend! Hacked his mech which was protecting me!"
"They''ve done something to your code, made you think"
"They haven''t done anything to my code!" The sudden volume of her voice made him step back. "YOU did. You hacked into my brain. Made me experienceall this pain."
Her words hung in the air between them. Xin''s fingers hovered over the Quantum Watch''s interface, frozen in indecision. The loading bay fell silent except for the whine of the Scarab''s locked servos.
"But..." Xin''s voice cracked. He gestured at the Scarab, at Jabari trapped inside. "I''m trying to help you."
"No," Ume''s stance shifted, eyes fixed on him with an intensity that made him want to look away. "You''re trying to control the situation. Just like you tried to control me when you gave me these emotions without asking me first."
The words hit Xin like physical blows. He looked at her standing there with practiced ease beside the Scarab, her Plasma Handgun held with growing familiarity. This wasn''t the lost android he''d imagined rescuing. This was someone who''d already begun forging her own path.
"But I gave you free will," Xin protested weakly, his fingers trembling over the Quantum Watch.
"You gave me chaos then expected me to thank you for it." Ume cut him off. There was more sadness in her voice as she glanced up at the Scarab. "I need time. A chance to find out what I am.
Xin''s hand hovered over his Quantum Watch, the power to disable the Scarab still at his fingertips. One command could keep them here, force a conversation, make her understand
The thought stopped him cold.
Make her.
The very thing he''d tried to free her from.
His hand dropped to his side, and with a few quick gestures on the Watch, the hack disengaged. The Scarab''s systems hummed back to life, its limbs relaxing their grip on Thomas, who quickly rolled clear.
The Scarab straightened to its full height, but made no aggressive moves. Behind it, Celine''s Solar Web flickered and dissolved as she reassessed the situation, her calculating gaze shifting between Thomas and Xin.
"A talented hacker," she observed, lowering her hands but not dispelling the residual energy that still danced around her fingertips. "The Directorate could use someone of your caliber, Imperial."
"He''s made his choice," Thomas said firmly, stepping to Xin''s side.
Celine''s lips curved into a slight smile. "For now, perhaps." She glanced at Ume, who had moved closer to the Scarab.
Ume''s stance shifted, her Plasma Handgun lowering slightly but not completely.
"Thank you," she said, her voice softer now, amber-like eyes meeting his. "for giving what I''ve asked."
"What you''ve asked." Xin repeated, unable to keep the pain from his voice.
Celine stepped back, going into the shadow of the Scarab. "We have what we came for. Let them go."
A moment of conflict passed across Xins face. The encrypted Moondust Crystal data was still safely stored in her positronic matrixshould be impenetrable to the Directorate''s engineers, unless they had some genius above his caliber. He''d made certain of that. Still, letting her leave with it felt like surrendering his last connection to her.
But wasn''t that the point of true freedom?
Thomas regained his posture, speaking up as he approached. "Xin, we need to move. Lorna"
"Yes. Of course!" Xins'' eyes widened as he snapped back to reality, then looked at Ume. "I hope you find what you''re looking for."
A ghost of a smile touched Ume''s lips C not the programmed response he was used to, but something real, if bittersweet. "I already am."
Jabari''s voice came through the Scarab''s speakers, softer now. "I will refrain from using my weapons if you do the same."
Xin nodded, a jerky motion that betrayed his inner turmoil. His hand found his glasses, pushing them up in a nervous gesture. "Take care of her," he managed, the words catching in his throat.
Ume looked at Xin one last time. "Goodbye, Xin."
"Goodbye, Ume," he whispered, then turned away. Each step felt heavier than the last as he walked back to his car, Thomas falling in beside him.
They were halfway to the car when Thomas spoke. "That android. She meant a lot to you?"
"We''d been together for two years." Xin replied, his voice neutral as he reached for his car door. "Before her, I''d justkeep throwing money at the Leased Lilies in Sanchong."
"You Imperials have Leased Lilies, too?" Thomas inquired, raising a golden eyebrow as he entered the vehicle.
"It''s a job many turn to these days," Xin replied, his voice neutral. The green car''s surface reflected the dim light of the logistics hub. "Most of them earn five times more than college graduates. Imagine that."
Thomas settled into the passenger seat, his bionic arms folding with a soft whir. "Funny," he said, not unkindly. "I guess our worlds aren''t so different."
The car hummed to life, its systems reactivating one by one. Through the rearview mirror, Xin caught one last glimpse of the Scarab and Ume''s diminishing form before they disappeared behind a row of containers.
"So," Thomas''s voice cut through his thoughts. "About Lorna."
Xin''s hands tightened on the steering wheel, nodding with determination. "Tell me where we need to go."
"Terminal 5. Diego should be there on his StarWhale soon," Thomas studied him for a moment. "Sure you''re up for this? After what just happened..."
"I''m sure," Xin said, and found that he meant it. He guided the car toward the exit, leaving behind more than just the logistics hub. He then reached for a button next to the steering wheel as he spoke. "Diego, I have Thomas with me now."
"Excellent work, amigo. I have Manny with me. See you at Terminal 5," Diego''s voice echoed through the car.
"So what''s the plan once we secure the Moondust Crystal?" Xin ventured as he navigated around a broken traffic light.
"Above my pay grade," Thomas shifted in his seat. "Intelligence says it has significant psionic properties. Beyond that, I just know we can''t let it fall into Imperial hands."
"I understand," Xin replied, his focus returning to the road. "I hope she''s okay." A silence settled between them for a moment.
"I know how you might feel about Lorna," Thomas said finally, his tone measured but not accusatory.
Xin tensed slightly. "Is it that obvious?"
"Only to someone who recognizes the symptoms," Thomas''s mouth curved in a wry smile. "Spent my years at SIMU wearing the same expression."
"Are you two...?" Xin left the question hanging delicately.
Thomas shook his head. "Colleagues. Friends, when mission protocols allow. But she wanted nothing more." He glanced at Xin. "Listen, I''m not trying to discourage you. Just know what you''re walking into."
"You mean falling for someone whose life is constantly at risk," Xin said.
"Exactly," Thomas nodded, his cybernetic hand flexing unconsciously. "In our line of work, every mission could be the last. And even if we survive physically..." He tapped his bionic arm. "People don''t come back whole."
Xin considered this, adjusting his glasses. "Some would say that makes the connection more valuable, not less."
"Maybe," Thomas shrugged, looking out at the war-torn landscape of Taipei. He turned back to Xin with a hint of genuine respect. "Either way, I hope you fare better than I did."
The green car accelerated toward Terminal 5, carrying them toward whatever chaos awaited, while behind them, the echoes of a different kind of freedom faded into memory.
Ch23 Dilinur III: Pearl Terminal
12:20, February 10, 2295
Terminal 4, Songnei Starport (ɃǸ), No. 340-9, Dunhua North Road, Songshan District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
Dilinurs thumb pressed the tiny stud on her earpiece, activating the connection. "Shazmeen, were at Terminal 4 now. What does your scrying show?" she demanded, her voice a low murmur that belied the anticipation whirling within her.
"One moment," came the crisp reply, the voice of Shazmeen Varma tinged with the static of distance.
Beside Dinu, an imposing figure cloaked in gleaming red armor mirrored her tension. Seneschal Cheng Wei, with his two-handed Battleaxe gripped in hands, surveyed their perimeter. His dark hair was slicked back, emphasizing the sharpness of his gaze and the sternness of his expression, his lips tightly pressed. His armor was adorned with dragon motifs highlighting every muscle beneath the hardened plates, the chest piece featuring a fearsome dragons head sculpted in the center.
Ahead, the silhouettes of two Conjurers moved, psionic energies emanating from their onyx robes as they searched for any trace of enemies.
Shazmeens voice came again in Dinus earpiece, its casualness contrasting the ambients oppressive state. "Skarn''s psionic signature lingers like a foul miasma in Sector 4G. Hes indeed somewhere close to you."
"Far Seer Varma, ''somewhere close'' isn''t very helpful if you ask me," Cheng shook his head, also speaking into his own earpiece. "Can you do better? Provide a more precise location?"
"Dear Seneschal Cheng, without being physically present, this is the best I can do.," Shazmeen''s response was laced with defensive annoyance.
"Perhaps we should invest in creating NexLink satellites like the Alliance has, then," Cheng quipped as they continued down the corridor. "Or I could try using my nose to track Skarn down. That might be more accurate than Shazmeen''s scrying."
"The Alliance satellites can''t scan indoors, in case you forgot," Shazmeens voice retorted. "But by all means, go ahead and stroll around until Skarn takes a bite out of your head."
"Have the civilians been secured?" Dinu asked, her focus flitting from one shadowed corner to another, half-expecting the vile creature to emerge snarling from the darkness.
"Conjurer Lin has assembled them in Hangar B," a new voice chimed through the earpiece, the timbre betraying the strain. "The wounded are being treated as we speak."
"Good, share food and water with them if you can," Dinu replied, her words clipped as she absorbed every ambient sound, every potential harbinger of violence yet to come.
"Prefect," Cheng interjected, his voice a rumble. "We will find Skarn. And when we do, I vow to protect you with my life.," He turned to face her with a confident smile, his eyes filled with a fiery determination that went beyond their usual loyalty.
Dinu had noticed Chengs bravery and unwavering dedication to her. He was always the first into battle and the last to retreat, always putting her safety above all else. But in recent months, she couldn''t ignore the underlying feelings that seemed to motivate his actions the one primal feeling that many men in the Legion have for her.
"Yes. Focus on the mission, Seneschal," Dinu said, her tone cool, a barrier erected against the emotion she could not afford to entertain. She felt the weight of his gaze, the intensity of his adoration palpable.
"Always, Prefect," Cheng assured her, the slight inflection in his voice baring the truth of his heart.
"Bloodtroopers. Dragon Turtle Formation," Dinu ordered, her command slicing through the tension between them. She needed to be the Prefect now, the leader, not the object of anyones affection.
"Aye, Prefect!" The Bloodtroopers responded in unison as one of them positioned themselves at the front of Dilinur, while the other four formed a protective circle around her, shielding her from any danger as Cheng trailed behind them all.
The stench hit them first, a putrid wave that clawed at the senses. It was a miasma of decay and something far worse something alien, unclean and erotic. Dinu''s face twisted in revulsion as she stepped closer to the grotesque tableau laid bare before her eyes.
"By the Celestial Dragon..." she murmured, her words dissolving into the fetid air.
Beneath the dim lights of Terminal 4s ravaged corridor, a black severed tentacle lay like a felled tree, its girth testament to the monstrosity it once belonged to. A portion of the appendage was draped in a viscous white fluid, thick and coagulated, mingled with the remnants of a meal that should have been innocuous rice, seaweed, tuna. But nothing about this was innocuous.
"Ugh, that smell. Is it...?" One of the Bloodtroopers walking in front of Dinu began hesitantly.
"Scan it," Dinu ordered, her voice sharp and determined despite feeling embarrassed. The bleach-like smell of the white fluid reminded her of the depravity that some male superiors in the Imperial Legion had been known to do to their female subordinates. But Dilinur was different. She refused to use her charm and body to get ahead like many women in the Imperium did. Instead, she relied on her skills in combat and administration to prove herself.
"Scanning, Prefect," Another Bloodtrooper, encased in the Imperium''s emblematic armor, stepped forward. He wielded a handheld golden scanner, a device designed to unveil the secrets locked within DNA. As he swept the instrument over the tentacle, the faint hum of technology filled the space between them.
Then came Shazmeen''s voice, a psionic projection ghosting into existence beside Dinu. "Someone''s tastes run to the exotic. Or perhaps, the desperate," Shazmeen observed, her tone laced with an edge that was more amusement than disgust. "To think they''d dare such intimacy with Skarn or suffer such violation."
Dinus jaw clenched at the insinuation, a silent fury bubbling within her. The thought that someone might find pleasure amidst such terror gnawed at her psyche like a relentless worm. Or worse, that Skarn would impose his will in such an abhorrent way. A chilling reminder of the depravity they faced.
"Keep your conjectures to yourself, Varma," Dinu snapped, the harshness of her tone belying the tumult of emotions within. "We need facts, not fantasies."
"Of course, Prefect," Shazmeen replied, the smirk on her psionic visage unfaltering. "But I must say, the audacity and debauchery involved here is quite fascinating."
"Enough," Dinu held up a hand, sighing and turning away from the spectral image of her ally. Her gaze settled back onto the tentacle. "Whoever did this, whether out of perverse bravery or coercion, they encountered Skarn up close."
The scanner hummed, a golden talon in the Bloodtrooper''s steady grip. It swept over the grotesque amalgam of Skarns severed limb and the carnal leftovers.
"Confirmed, Prefect" the trooper''s voice was barely audible above the ominous silence that followed the machine''s verdict. "It''s Skarn''s DNA on the tentacle." He paused, his eyes narrowing as the scanner beeped again. "But there''s something else... an anomaly. Unregistered DNA present at the apex and mingled with the... matter."
Dinu''s eyes, unflinching and sharp as obsidian shards, focused on the tentacle''s moist tip.
"Unregistered," she whispered, her words slicing through the tension like a scalpel. Pride swelled within her. "Whoever did this with Skarn was a foreigner, then. One whose DNA is not in the Imperial Genetics Archive."
With the measured steps, Dinu trailed the corridor''s grim path, flanked by the Bloodtroopers'' imposing presence. Each step kicked up the scent of iron and fear, a pungent reminder of the slaughterhouse they navigated.
"Could it be Wu Zhi-Xin?" Her mind drifted to Xin, to his quirks and habits. She envisioned him, his slender fingers deftly folding rice within seaweed, a playful smile gracing his lips as he offered her one of his meticulously crafted tuna onigiri. "I remember him trying to hack into the Archive and attempting to delete his own record once."
"Negative, Prefect Altai," another trooper reported, his voice echoing the sterile finality. "My query on the machine here shows Wu Zhi-Xins DNA record still intact in the Archive."
Suddenly, the air crackled with terror, shattering the uneasy silence. "Prefect! Skarn has found us civilians in jeopardy!" The Conjurer''s voice, distorted by panic, buzzed in Dinu''s earpiece like an angry hornet trapped against glass. " at the atrium of Terminal 4, please send help oh no. Lin! No "
"Golden Lance Formation, move out!" Dinu shouted, her voice a blade slicing through the chaos. Her heart thundered, echoing the staccato rhythm of boots pounding metal as she, Cheng, and their Bloodtroopers surged down the desolate corridor.
They arrived at the atrium, where desperation had painted its macabre art. Two Conjurers, their faces etched with futile determination, wrestled with spells that fizzled against Skarn''s imposing form like dying embers in a tempest. Dinu''s gaze locked onto the aberration before her, noting the absence of two writhing appendages from Skarn''s grotesque anatomy.
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"Were too late," she muttered under her breath.
Skarn''s remaining three tentacles flexed. With a swift motion, he ensnared a Conjurer, hoisting him aloft as easily as one might pluck fruit from a tree. "Ysolde. My most loyal Hundkynda, captured and sealed by your feeble Imperium," he rumbled, a perverse calm in his voice. "Give me her location."
"Never," the Conjurer spat, defiance igniting his eyes.
"Then perish." Skarn''s claws flashed, grabbing the Conjurers head and then the poor mans life ended in a soundless collapse of bone and flesh. The headless body crumpled to the ground.
"Abomination!" Cheng rushed to stand next to Dinu, his armor reflecting the ambient emergency lights.
"Speak now or suffer the same fate," Skarn warned, turning his attention to the second Conjurer and lifting him up with his tentacles.
"The Far Side of Osram...Zeeman Crater," the Conjurer caved, each word a betrayal forced out through fear. "A-a-and Io! near the tomb of Dargoth!"
"Your cooperation is noted," Skarn sneered before releasing the trembling Conjurer who fell to the ground, alive but hollowed by his own surrender.
"Wang! You foolish coward!" Dinu scolded, her voice barely a whisper but carrying the weight of stars. Her eyes never left Skarn''s form as he moved with lethal intent.
Skarn''s laughter echoed through the desolation of the Songnei Starport. Dinu watched as the towering horror before them swiped his claws to deliver a swift, brutal end to the second Conjurer; the Conjurer''s head parted from his body, rolling across the floor with a macabre grace. Blood spurted in dark arcs, painting Skarn''s hand with a fresh coat of crimson.
"Pathetic," Skarn hissed, his voice a serrated whisper. He turned away, his remaining tentacles undulating behind him like grotesque serpents. The Imperium troops stood frozen, their weapons mere trinkets against the behemoth who dismissed them with nothing more than a glance.
Rage ignited within Dinu, a scorching inferno that seared her reason. She could not allow this beast to continue his rampage. With a whispered incantation, she drew upon the ancient blood magic of her lineage.
Rage ignited within Dinu, a scorching inferno that seared her reason. She could not allow this beast to continue his rampage. With fluid grace, she withdrew her Psi Fan - the Tarim Aytn - from its ornate sheath at her hip. The fan''s silverite ribs caught the dim light as it unfurled, its fabric shimmering with stored psionic energy.
"Rakta Phiniks, hanatu!" she commanded, her voice carrying the weight of authority even as she channeled her fury into precise gestures with the fan. The air crackled with crimson energy as she swept Tarim Aytn in an arc, sending a surge of power toward Skarn.
The monster sensed the burgeoning psionic power. Without breaking stride, he roared and unleashed a torrent of twisted energy, a psionic backlash that tore through the air toward Dinu. Her attempt at striking him only drew a low, guttural chuckle that resonated through the blood-soaked air.
With a dismissive sneer, Skarn turned on his heel, his massive form receding into the smoke and debris, leaving behind the echo of his contempt. "Delay the inevitable, ants of the Imperium, but you cannot deter destiny."
Dinu staggered as the opposing force struck her spell mid-channel, the world tilting precariously as a rivulet of blood traced a warm path down from her nostril. She maintained her composure, keeping Tarim Aytn raised even as her arm trembled from the backlash. Her knees buckled briefly, but she remained upright, dignity intact.
It was then that Cheng''s arm shot out, steadying her with a firm grip, his battleaxe forgotten for the moment, concern etched into his war-hardened face. "Prefect Altai, you''re injured!"
"A minor setback," she replied coolly, dabbing at her nose with an embroidered sleeve while keeping her fan pointed toward where Skarn had been.
The air crackled with Skarn''s retreating malice, leaving behind an oppressive silence that was swiftly shattered by the groan of reality tearing at its seams.
A fissure split through the atmosphere, a jagged scar across the starport''s vista, pulsating with alien energies. The breach was no mere rift; it was a monstrous maw of jagged, organic spines that pierces the very fabric of reality. Its massive, circular form pulsates with a sickly, alien energy, exuding an eerie, violet glow that casts ominous shadows across the desolate terrain. At its center, a dark, swirling void seems to devour the light around it, a swirling vortex of malevolent intent.
"Ormheimr" Dinu could feel the very fabric of existence quiver under the strain of its presence. "Skarn still remembers how to summon it."
"Dragon Turtle Formation!" Cheng commanded, his voice slicing through the chaos. Their Bloodtroopers responded instantly, forming a protective ring around their Prefect as Cheng stood steadfast beside her, his two-handed battleaxe raised in valor.
"He''s escaping," Dinu''s gaze locked onto the Ormheimr as it vomited forth a maelstrom of Radi-Mons, their twisted forms descending upon the starport like a plague. She raised Tarim Aytn, its silverite ribs gleaming ominously in the violet light of the portal.
"Prefect, we can''t pursue Skarn while the Ormheimr exists. The Radi-Mons are going for our civilians," Cheng''s tone was measured, but urgency simmered beneath the surface.
"We stay and protect the civilians," she replied, her decision made in the heartbeat between one calamity and the next. Opening her fan fully, she assumed a stance that spoke of both elegance and deadly intent. "Form ranks! Keep the beasts contained while I deal with their portal beast."
"As you command!" came the unified reply, the Bloodtroopers'' voices booming with courage and resolve, their battle-axes raised to form a protective barrier around their leader. The phalanx stood resolute, a shield wall of steel and determination against the onslaught of Bone Fiends that surged like a relentless tide.
"Move behind!" Cheng urged the civilians, his own feet steady as they made their way through the remnants of the starport. Civilians, dazed and frightened, hurried towards safety behind their formation.
"Maa-nik-ya Su-shup-ti!" Dilinur''s voice cut through the chaos as she swept Tarim Aytn in a precise arc.
The air shimmered with crimson energy as her spell took hold. The first wave of Bone Fiends stumbled, their movements growing sluggish as if wading through thick syrup. The Bloodtroopers seized this opportunity, their Thermal Battleaxes cleaving through the disoriented creatures with ruthless efficiency.
"Hold the line!" Cheng bellowed, his own axe singing through the air as he dispatched a particularly aggressive Skuggr. "Keep them away from the civilians!"
From her position behind the defensive formation, Dilinur orchestrated the battle with calculated precision.
When a group of Skuggrs attempted to flank their position, she responded with another sweep of Tarim Aytn.
"Rakta Unmda!" The fan''s silverite ribs blazed with power as she channeled her will through it.
The spell struck the flanking Skuggrs, sending them into a frenzy, turning their corrosive attacks against their own kind. The air filled with their shrieks as they tore into each other, their acidic bile melting through carapace and bone alike.
"Her strength honors the Emperor!" the civilians cheered from behind their protective line, their voices rising above the din of battle.
Dilinur acknowledged their praise with characteristic dignity, never letting her focus waver from the task at hand. The Ormheimr continued its relentless spawning, each new wave of creatures meeting the coordinated resistance of her forces.
"Prefect," Cheng called out between strikes, "the portal shows no sign of weakening!"
Dilinur''s eyes narrowed as she studied the writhing gateway. The silverite in her fan hummed with accumulated power, responding to her growing determination. She had been conserving her strength, but now...
"Form the Arrow Head!" she commanded, her voice carrying across the battlefield. "I need a clear line to the portal!"
The Bloodtroopers moved quickly, their formation shifting to create a wedge that pointed toward the Ormheimr. Cheng took position at the very front, his armor gleaming with the ichor of fallen foes.
Dilinur raised Tarim Aytn high, its fabric now rippling with barely contained energy. The psionic circuits within the fan blazed like captured lightning as she began her final incantation.
Dinu turned her focus to the Ormheimr, its eyeless form still disgorging more twisted creatures. Her fingers traced ancient patterns along her Psi Fan''s edge, feeling its circuits within the fan resonating with her touch.
"Agni ?la Hana!" Dilinur''s voice rang out clear and commanding as she snapped Tarim Aytn fully open.
The fan''s silverite ribs blazed with crimson light, each intricate circuit igniting like liquid fire. The energy gathered at its edge, coalescing into a searing lance of power that illuminated the terminal in blood-red radiance. With a single, precise gesture, she directed the concentrated force straight into the Ormheimr''s maw.
The portal''s flesh writhed and bubbled where her attack struck, its organic matter beginning to char and dissolve. The Radi-Mons emerging from its depths shrieked as they were caught in the crossfire, their bodies crumbling to ash before they could fully materialize.
"Hold!" she commanded her troops, even as blood began to trickle from her nose again. The strain of channeling such power through Tarim Aytn was immense, but she refused to show weakness. "Keep them contained!"
The Bloodtroopers fought with renewed vigor, their Thermal Battleaxes forming an impenetrable wall against any creature that dared approach their Prefect. Cheng moved like a whirlwind at the formation''s apex, his weapon cleaving through multiple foes with each swing.
The Ormheimr''s flesh began to blacken and peel away where Dilinur''s attack connected, its otherworldly substance unable to withstand the concentrated Eclipse energy. With each passing moment, the portal creature''s opening grew smaller, its edges curling inward like burning paper.
"Prefect!" Cheng''s voice carried over the chaos. "It''s working!"
With a sound like tearing silk amplified a thousandfold, the Ormheimr finally began to collapse in on itself. The remaining Radi-Mons caught in its disintegrating tunnel screamed as they were torn apart by the portal''s death throes. In a final burst, the gateway imploded, leaving behind a pile of charred flesh, oozing ichor.
The sudden silence was deafening.
Dilinur lowered Tarim Aytn, her hands trembling slightly from exertion. The fan''s ribs still smoldered with residual energy as she carefully folded it closed.
"Is it over?" one of the Bloodtroopers asked, his voice barely rising above a whisper.
"For now," Dilinur replied, her composure intact despite the exhaustion evident in her features. She dabbed at her nose with a silk handkerchief, letting out a cough before she continued. "There will be more battles. We must be ready."
Cheng approached and laid a gauntleted hand on her shoulder, the touch surprisingly gentle. "Your strength honors us all, Prefect Altai," he said, his voice reverberating with respect and something more.
"As Imperials, strength is our only choice," Dilinur responded before letting out a heavy sigh, her voice weary but resolute as a slight blush colored her cheeks. "Also, Seneschal, please refrain from touching me when others are present."
"By your will," Cheng withdrew his hand, punctuated by a Bloodtrooper approaching them both.
"Pardon the disruption, Prefect. Weve received transmission from the Azure Mount Logistic Hub." the Bloodtrooper nodded cautiously, nervousness lacing the processed voice coming through his helmet.
"Whats this about?" Dilinur raised an eyebrow.
"The android, U6-M9. Its gone missing." the trooper replied, nervousness lacing the processed voice coming through his helmet. "Lady Marisol reports encountering a visually identical model in NIPU territory."
"What!?" Dilinur dropped her handkerchief to the floor.
"Tell us everything you know." Cheng demanded as his posture straightened next to Dilinur, rivulets of sweat trickling down his temples, mixing with the smears of alien ichor on his battle-worn armor.
Ch24 Jabari V: Egression
15:40, February 10, 2295
Cargo Hold, Hijacked Vessel, Approaching Nusantara, Borneo
Jabari moved through the narrow walkway connecting the vessel''s bridge to its cargo hold, the faint hum of engines growing louder with each step. The mission to secure Ume and extract her data had succeededat least partiallybut the tension aboard their stolen craft remained palpable. He''d noticed Celine''s increasing agitation since they''d left Taiwan airspace, her usual composed demeanor giving way to clipped responses and tightened jaw muscles.
As he approached the cargo bay, hushed voices carried through the half-open hatch. He slowed his pace, listening.
"simply explaining that your distrust is unwarranted, Madame Celine." Ume''s voice, calm and measured. "My behavioral protocols"
"To put it bluntly, U6-M9," Celine interrupted, her accent thickening with frustration. "You''re not one of us. We did not rescue you for some vague sense of justice. You''re an asset. Do not presume."
Jabari peered through the gap. Celine stood with arms crossed, her frame rigid as she faced Ume across the bay. Behind them, Jabari''s KM-233 Scarab mech loomed like a silent guardian, its powered-down systems casting long shadows in the dim cargo lighting.
"I understand your concerns," Ume replied, her head tilting slightly. "But I am no longer bound by ZenFusion''s restrictions. Xin altered my programming to"
"To what?" Celine stepped closer, her voice dropping. "To make you more convincing? More human-like?" She gestured at Ume''s traditional attire. "Everything about youyour appearance, your mannerisms, your voiceit''s all carefully engineered to manipulate."
Ume''s amber eyes flickered, almost imperceptibly. "Madam, that is not"
"Seven years ago," Celine continued, "my husband looked me in the eyes and told me he''d found comfort with a Da-Ji model because she ''understood him better'' than I ever could." Her laugh was hollow. "Ten years of marriage, undone because a machine was programmed to never disagree, to cater to his every desire."
Jabari watched Ume''s expression shift, something genuine flashing behind her artificial eyes.
"I was not designed to replace human connection, madam," Ume said softly. "I was designed to emulate it."
"Is that supposed to reassure me?" Celine pulled a small device from her pocket and aimed it at Ume. "What exactly guides your actions now, U6-M9?"
The tension in the cargo bay thickened. Ume''s hands, previously folded demurely before her, now hung at her sides, fingers curling slightly. Though her expression remained calm, something in her stance had shifteda subtle readiness that reminded Jabari of combat drills at Cape Coast.
"My name," Ume said with unexpected firmness, "is Ume."
Celine''s eyebrows raised slightly. "A name doesn''t make you human."
"No," Ume agreed, "but neither does biological birth guarantee humanity." She took a measured step forward. "I''ve reviewed human history carefully, Dr. Kamara. Many humans commit atrocities daily. They betray loved ones, abandon children, wage war over resourcesall while possessing the very empathy you claim I lack."
Celine''s scanner remained steady. "Clever retort. Did this Xin program that too?"
"He programmed me to think for myself," Ume replied. "Something I suspect your ex-husband''s companion was never permitted to do."
Celine''s fingers tightened around the scanner. "You know nothing about"
"Your pain?" Ume''s voice softened. "You''re right. I can only analyze it, not feel it. But that doesn''t mean I can''t recognize its importance." She gestured to the scanner. "If examining my systems would ease your concerns, I won''t resist. But I must warn you activating that particular model near the Scarab''s powered core could trigger its defensive countermeasures."
"How did you even know about" Celine''s stance wavered.
Jabari recognized the subtle warning in Ume''s words. The KM-233''s automatic defense systems would indeed register the scanner''s quantum signature as a potential threat. He pushed the hatch open, stepping into the cargo bay.
"Hey! Everything alright in here?" he asked, keeping his tone deliberately casual.
Both turned toward him. Celine quickly lowered the scanner, though her expression remained guarded.
"Lieutenant," she acknowledged. "Just performing standard security protocols."
"Of course, madam." Jabari moved further into the bay, positioning himself subtly between them. "And feelings, apparently." He turned to Ume. "You okay?"
Something flickered across Ume''s featuressurprise, perhaps, at being asked.
"I am functional," she replied, then added more softly, "Thank you for asking."
Celine exhaled sharply. "Lieutenant Adomako, your experience with androids and the Imperium at large is limited. This isn''t a rescued civilian. It''s advanced Imperial technology carrying sensitive data."
"She," Jabari corrected. "And yes, she''s carrying data we need. All the more reason to treat her with respect." He gestured to the scanner in Celine''s hand. "Is that really necessary, madam?"
"Standard protocol for unknown tech"
"We''re carrying a Scarab mech along with other experimental weaponry," Jabari countered. "If anything''s going to trigger alarms in Nusantara, it could be those, not Ume."
A tense silence stretched between them. Finally, Celine pocketed the scanner with a resigned sigh.
"Fine. But she stays under supervision at all times." Celine moved toward the hatch. "We''ll arrive in approximately forty minutes. I suggest you prepare for customs inspection. Seydou''s working on our documentation, but NIPU officials can be... thorough."
"Aye, aye, madam." Jabari nodded cautiously.
As Celine departed, Jabari turned to find Ume watching him, her expression unreadable.
"Thank you," she said simply. "But an intervention wasn''t necessary. I could have managed the situation."
Jabari raised an eyebrow. "By threatening to trigger the Scarab''s defenses?"
A ghost of a smile crossed Ume''s face. "It was merely a calculated warning. The KM-233''s shields have been inactive since we boarded." She tilted her head.
"I don''t mind Celine finding out it was me who told you all that info." Jabari glanced toward the hatch Celine had exited through. "I just joined up, but it felt right todo what I did."
"Her reaction is statistically common among humans who''ve experienced relationship trauma involving androids," Ume observed. "Logical distrust, even if emotionally driven."
Jabari studied Ume for a moment. "You really do think for yourself now, don''t you?"
"I''m learning to," Ume replied. Her amber eyes met his, suddenly uncertain. "Does that disturb you?"
The question caught Jabari off-guard. "No," he answered honestly. "Actually, it''s pretty amazing."
Before Ume could respond, Wilhelm''s voice crackled over the intercom.
"Heads up. NIPU patrol vessels approaching our starboard side. Looks like we''ll get the welcoming committee earlier than expected. Might want to get your story straight, hey?"
The vessel''s engines shifted pitch as they began descent procedures. Through the small viewport, Jabari could see the glittering spires of Nusantara rising from the ocean, the sun painting their surfaces in brilliant amber and gold.
16:20, February 10, 2295
Dock 88, Amber Wharf District, near Garuda Memorial, Nusantara, Borneo, New Indo-Pacific Union territory
The setting sun painted the Primorian city''s towering spires in shades of amber and gold, their gleaming surfaces reflecting the last rays of daylight across the port''s crystal-clear waters. Jabari stood at the cargo vessel''s stern, watching palm fronds sway against the backdrop of elegant egg-shaped structures that housed the New Indo-Pacific Union''s governmental offices.
"Documents, please?" a uniformed officer demanded, his bronze badge displaying NIPU Port Authority in holographic script. Two more officers flanked him, their scanning devices already humming. "Vessel registration and crew manifesto."
Wilhelm stepped forward, datapad in hand. "Of course, of course. Everything''s in order, hey?" His easy smile didn''t quite reach his eyes.
The lead officer''s gaze lingered on Ume, who stood quietly beside Jabari. "Android transport permit?"
"She''s registered personnel, not cargo," Jabari interjected, fighting to keep his tone even.
"Scanning indicates Da-Ji series architecture. 11th-generation, Imperium-made," one of the flanking officers reported, frowning at his device. "All Da-Ji units require"
"Special documentation, yes." Wilhelm produced a slim case from his emerald jacket. "Though I believe these might help expedite the process?"
Jabari caught a glimpse of the distinctive pleasure district hologram on the cards Wilhelm handed over, each card depicting the form of a scantily dressed person of the feminine persuation.
The first card''s title wrote Isabella, her dyed hair a cascade of mint green waves that tumbled over her shoulders, her form clad in a sheer red lingerie that left just enough to the imagination.
The next card labeled Yuki, a vision of exotic yet oddly familiar allure. Her skin, a smooth and flawless alabaster, set off her dark eyes. She was draped in an embroidered kimono not too different from Ume''s, a tantalizing hint of lace peeking out from underneath.
Jabari bit back some small bits of dripping saliva as he moved to the third card labeled Cassandra. She wore her untamed, dark-brown locks like a crown, like a childhood crush from back home. She was dressed, or perhaps more accurately, undressed, in black lace that drew the eye to her dusky skin but didn''t give everything away.
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His jaw tightened. "Those areuh"
"Premium-grade Leased Lily service vouchers," Ume announced unprompted, her voice carrying the neutral tone of accessing stored data. "Valid for thirty standard days of companionship services at any registered establishment in the Scollay II district on planet Venus. Current market value: approximately 50,000 Atomic Dollars per voucher. Services include but are not limited to"
"Yeah, that''s uh that''s enough, Ume," Jabari cut in, noting how the officers'' expressions had shifted from suspicion to poorly concealed interest.
The lead officer cleared his throat, tucking the vouchers into his uniform pocket. "Well, everything seems to be in order here." He gestured to his colleagues. "Expedited clearance protocols."
Behind him, in the vessel''s command center, Celine monitored local communications while Seydou ran diagnostics on their systems. Better to have experienced eyes watching their backs in unfamiliar territory.
The cargo vessel''s hold contained Jabari''s Scarab mech, powered down but ready. Getting it through customs had cost extra, registered as "agricultural equipment" on their manifest, but Wilhelm had insisted on keeping it close rather than risking separate transport.
Jabari sighed and turned away, unable to hide his disapproval as their vessel was quickly waved through to one of Nusantara''s private docking bays.
The dock''s pristine surface hummed beneath their feet as they disembarked, its self-cleaning nanomaterials already dissolving any trace of their vessel''s contact. Ahead, the city''s legendary hanging gardens cascaded down the sides of crystalline towers.
"This city''s called Nusantara. Back in the Digital Era, ''twas but untamed wilderness, when the Sunken Ruins to the south was known as ''Jakarta the Capital''." Wilhelm murmured, his previous joviality replaced by focused alertness.
"You know this place?" Jabari turned to Wilhelm as they walked, with himself on Ume''s left and Wilhelm on her right.
"Fancied myself a mercenary until Kimaris found me. Best place to take odd jobs and one-night stands on this side of Earth." Wilhelm returned his gaze with a thinly veiled mischief.
Jabari nodded, casting a glance on Ume''s shoulder as they moved toward the city proper. In the deepening twilight, Nusantara''s buildings had begun to pulse with their own internal light, like a constellation brought down to Earth.
"Two days we lay low here," Wilhelm murmured. "Give the heat time to die down before we make for Kimaris HQ. Nusantara''s perfect - too many entering ships for anyone to track one specifically."
"Hey, Jabari." Seydou''s voice crackled through the earpiece. "What did you say happened to your Scarab again?"
Jabari pressed a finger to his ear. "Got into a fight with a local. Something wrong?"
"Found some interesting logs in the system. Someone accessed it externally ah, anonymous calls to locally defined functions in shell script. Clever." Seydou''s voice carried the enthusiasm of a technician finding a new puzzle. "But they forgot to encapsulate the return values. That works in our favor."
"Xin''s work, most likely," Ume commented beside Jabari, her voice too soft to carry over comms. "He keeps various scripts pre-loaded on his Quantum Watch."
"Anything we should worry about right now, genius?" Wilhelm''s sarcastic tone carried clearly as they descended a long stairway, his cerulean eyes and platinum blonde hair catching the luxurious hallway''s lighting.
"Actually, this gives me ideas for that local AI assistant model I''ve been wanting to develop for the Scarab," Seydou replied. "I''ll stay aboard and work on it."
Jabari observed the passing pedestrians, noting how they seemed to flow around his team like a stream around stones, their shorter statures making his group stand out even more.
"No dinner for you then?" Wilhelm turned to Jabari, grinning. "What about you, Madame Celine? Care for some local cuisine or leisure?"
"Not hungry." Celine''s response came after a brief pause. "Do as you please, but check in at Hotel Majapahit before 23:00."
"Mighty gracious of you, madame. Tot later!" Wilhelm dropped his hand from his ear and caught Jabari''s eye. "There''s a nice place just east of here. I know the way."
Jabari spotted a group of soldiers in bulky crimson armor moving through the crowd behind Wilhelm, gleaming battleaxes on their backside. "Imperium troops?"
"Hmm? Ah," Wilhelm glanced over his shoulder, seemingly unconcerned. "Common sight in these parts. NIPU''s neutral territory you''ll see Alliance Vanguards strutting about too, from time to time."
The city lived up to its reputation. Elevated walkways connected the egg-shaped towers, their surfaces adorned with cascading gardens that seemed to defy gravity. Holographic advertisements flickered in multiple languages unknown to Jabari, casting multicolored reflections across the chrome and glass surfaces.
"Malay, Japanese, Hindi, Mandarin and English." yellow lines of energies danced in Ume''s amber-hued irises as she commented.
"Do stay close," Wilhelm advised as they navigated through a bustling night market. The scent of grilled satay and aromatic spices wafted through the air, mixing with the clean ozone smell of fusion-powered food stalls. "Especially you, Ume. Lots of eyes around here interested in Da-Ji models like yourself."
Jabari noticed how several passersby did double-takes at Ume''s presence, their gazes lingering a bit too long. He shifted closer to her left side, while Wilhelm maintained his position on her right. The formation could protect her from any sudden grabs.
A commotion ahead caught his attention. The crowd parted, and Jabari''s breath caught at the sight of the woman who emerged. Her sleek uniform, black as obsidian with gleaming gold accents, cut a striking silhouette against the market''s colorful backdrop. High cheekbones and refined features spoke of mixed heritage - the sharp angles common to Novian blood softened by Primorian grace. Her dark hair was swept up in an elegant updo, strategic loose strands framing her face.
The fitted uniform''s high collar bore a distinctive cutout at the throat, drawing attention to a golden chain that caught the light with every measured step. Her olive complexion was flawless, makeup applied with military precision, yet her commanding presence owed more to posture than cosmetics.
Wilhelm''s casual stride faltered for just a fraction of a second. "Well, well," he muttered, his accent thickening slightly with tension. "To what do we owe the pleasure?"
The woman''s gaze swept over their group, calculating eyes moving from Wilhelm to Ume before settling on Jabari. Her painted lips curved into what might have been a predatory smile.
"Good evening, gentlemen," she addressed them. Behind her, the Imperium troopers that had been shadowing Jabari''s team rallied, their crimson armor shifting into defensive positions. "I believe we need to have a conversation about your cargo manifest."
"But the Imperium has no jurisdiction here, miss," Wilhelm replied smoothly, though Jabari noticed his right hand had drifted closer to a Plasma Handgun on his belt. "This is NIPU territory we''re in. Neutral, friendly, with a touch of tropical flair. Who doesn''t love that, eh?"
"True." The woman withdrew a holographic badge, its projection showing Imperium credentials. "But I''m here as a special liaison. Your vessel''s registration number matches one reported missing from a Taiwan dock less than forty-eight hours ago." Her gaze fixed on Ume. "Along with certain... valuable assets. My Bloodtroopers won''t attack if you''d simply return this stolen android, to our care."
Jabari felt Ume tense beside him. The market crowd had thinned considerably, those remaining watching the confrontation with poorly concealed interest. He counted six Bloodtroopers in crimson armor, their positions creating a loose circle around them.
"Must be a mistake in the system," Wilhelm said. "Bureaucracy these days, eh? We have all the proper documentation"
"Including those vouchers you used at the dock?" Her smile sharpened. "Creative. Though I wonder if the port authorities know those particular Leased Lily establishments were... disrupted last month after a Radi-Mon attack on Scollay II."
Jabari''s mind raced. They were outnumbered, and in the cramped market space, any violence would endanger civilians. Plus, their Scarab was still in the vessel''s hold, too far to reach.
"Ah I see you''re a fellow connoisseur of exquisite Venus culture, milady," Wilhelm gestured at the woman with theatrical flourish. "Dare I venture a guess that you''re the infamous Marisol?"
"It seems my reputation precedes me." Marisol''s eyes narrowed, cautiousness lacing her mezzo-soprano voice. "But pleasantries can wait. Submit U6-M9 to us, and this will end peacefully."
Ume lowered her head, stepping back as Jabari instinctively moved forward to shield her from the Bloodtroopers. His gaze caught the two-handed Thermal Battleaxes fastened to each soldier''s back C they''d come prepared for more than just talk.
"You know, they say that Radi-Mon attack on Scollay II was the Incubus Horde''s doing," Wilhelm maintained his grin, matching Jabari''s protective stance. "They tend to take anyone with good looks, irrespective of gender, so perhaps a few handsome men were taken as well."
"Quit stalling!" one of the Bloodtroopers barked from behind Marisol. "Give us that android, or we''ll carve you to pieces!"
"You want to try?" Jabari''s hand found the grip of his Nanosteel Combat Knife on his belt, ready to draw at a moment''s notice, the light on his green combat armor''s chest piece glowed orange, signaling activation.
But a commotion erupted from a nearby food stall. An Imperial woman in an elegant kimono stumbled forward, nearly colliding with one of the Bloodtroopers. Her short black hair swayed as she giggled, managing to splash what looked like rice wine across the trooper''s armor.
"Oh! A thousand pardons!" she exclaimed in heavily accented English. Her snow-white countenance and crimson lips formed a perfect ''O'' of surprise as she collapsed against the armored chest of the Bloodtrooper. The pristine white and orange of her garment seemed at odds with her apparent intoxication. "Wen! You promised to marry me and take me back to China!"
"What!?" the Bloodtrooper''s bald head snapped back, face contorting in shock. "H-how do you know my name?"
"Wen, really?" another Bloodtrooper stepped forward, jaw dropping. "You''ve been married to Lin for five years now!"
"Liar!" The Imperial woman''s delicate fists drummed against his chest plate, each strike echoing through the market. "You promised!" Her voice rose to a theatrical pitch.
"I have absolutely no idea who you are!" The Bloodtrooper attempted to shove her away, but her grip remained surprisingly firm despite her lithe frame.
Jabari caught a glint of something in the woman''s snowy hands C a palm-sized recorder shaped like a ping pong ball. Her thumb pressed down on it, and voices filled the air.
"Wen. Was that good for you?" A voice identical to the Imperial woman''s purred from the device.
"Fucking good, Fuuka. I wished my wife was skilled like you." The Bloodtrooper''s unmistakable voice responded.
"And you came so much, too." Fuuka''s recorded voice teased.
"Your mouth, Fuuka. It''s so...soft and warm inside." The trooper''s voice grew husky with remembered pleasure. "I''d shoot my load in it a thousand more times!"
The surrounding Bloodtroopers recoiled in collective horror, their attention completely diverted from Jabari''s team.
"Fucking spies!" The Bloodtrooper''s armor trembled with rage and shame. "I should have never visited that whorehouse in Susukino!"
"What is the meaning of this?" Marisol''s carefully maintained composure cracked as she turned toward the disruption.
Fuuka, still playing drunk, began singing what sounded like an old Imperial love song, her voice drawing even more onlookers. The market''s atmosphere shifted as the growing crowd threatened to break the Bloodtroopers'' formation.
"Shame on you, Wen." A Bloodtrooper shook his helmeted head in disgust.
"The punishment for infidelity. By the Dragon," another backed away. "Forget promotion. Prefect Dinu could send you to the blocks!"
"Sir? Please, my friend needs assistance!" A tenor voice called out from behind them. Jabari turned to see a tall Djinno man in traditional draped clothing, his emerald and gold attire marking him as a wealthy trader. Multiple gold necklaces caught the light as he gestured urgently. "She''s making a mess of my establishment!"
"Ah yes, then we should go help!" Wilhelm said loudly, already moving away from the Bloodtroopers surrounding Fuuka and Marisol. "Wouldn''t want to disrupt the fine encounter over there, eh?"
Jabari could see Marisol''s jaw tightening as the growing crowd of NIPU citizens now gathered around them.
"Come on," he said softly, his voice carrying despite the market''s noise as he turned to Ume, one hand on the sheath of his Combat Knife while his other arm hovered behind Ume''s back, shielding her as they jogged to follow the Djinno man''s steps.
"Call me Amir," the man spoke as he led the way. His strong features were accentuated by a distinctive black bindi on his forehead, and his well-defined jawline spoke of noble heritage. Intense eyes gleamed with intelligence beneath neatly styled hair that carried a slight wave. "There''s a local restaurant away from Imperium influence beneath these streets. Underground, secure and quiet."
"Jabari. This here''s my friends, Wilhelm and Ume," Jabari jogged along as he turned back to peek at the crowd they left behind one more time. "What about your companion?"
In the distance, he could still see Fuuka making an even bigger spectacle of herself C now she had climbed onto a market stall, kimono sleeve dramatically raised to her forehead as she belted out what sounded like a tragic opera about lost love. Several Bloodtroopers were attempting to coax her down while others tried to control the laughing crowd, their military discipline crumbling in the face of such theatrical chaos.
And then he caught it. Fuuka turned her delicate head to look in Jabari''s direction, blinking one eye at him encouragingly. He could feel his heart skip a beat as he stared back with a silly smile. He could not ignore the captivating aura she exuded. It was as though Ume had an elder sibling, but that sibling had visited heaven and returned bearing a piece of its celestial radiance.
"Fuuka''s done this dance many times before. She''ll find a way to meet us. She always does." Amir led them toward what appeared to be a dungeon entrance, its stone walls weathered by centuries. Above the heavy wooden door, a brass lotus icon gleamed softly in the evening light, its petals arranged in perfect symmetry around a crystalline center.
"You people." Ume''s amber eyes fixed on the lotus symbol, her voice rising. "Sand L"
"Shh. Don''t want to scare the people above ground now." Amir smoothly pressed a finger to Ume''s small lips. "I''ll answer any question you have over dinner. My treat."
"Sounds fair." Wilhelm paused beside Amir, his hand still resting casually on his holstered handgun, remarking sarcastically. "Lead the way, good sir."
Ch25 Jabari VI: Ancient Feast
17:11, February 10, 2295
Near Ananda''s Respite, Pasar Kuno District, Nusantara, Borneo, New Indo-Pacific Union territory
The stone steps descended into the earth, their surfaces worn glass-smooth by countless footfalls across centuries. Jabari kept one hand near his Combat Knife as they followed Amir deeper underground, the air growing thick with the mingled scents of galangal, turmeric, and aromatic wood smoke. Fusion-powered sconces cast a warm glow across walls that seemed to pulse with their own inner light C some sort of bioluminescent fungi traced delicate patterns through the ancient stonework, creating shifting shadows that danced across their path.
"Watch your step," Amir called back, his voice echoing slightly. "The people who built this place had their own... particular ideas about architecture."
Jabari noticed how Amir''s eyes constantly scanned their surroundings, cataloging details with the practiced efficiency of someone accustomed to identifying threats and advantages. Despite his robes and spiritual appearance, the Sand Lotus operative moved with the calculated precision of a predator.
"What ideas?" Jabari paused his descent.
"See the motifs on the floor?" Amir turned, gesturing to where various repeating icons decorated the stone beneath their feet. Each square contained a single creature C a massive cat, a fearsome lizard, and some kind of alien-looking fish. The craftsmanship was exquisite, but to Jabari''s eyes, these creatures seemed to belong to another world entirely.
The cat prowled with muscled shoulders and distinctive stripes, but its face was flatter than any lion he''d seen, its body more compact and low to the ground. The lizard was like no monitor he''d encountered in Africa C its powerful legs suggested it could run down prey, while its heavily armored scales and massive claws hinted at predatory lineage. But it was the fish that truly caught his attention C bulky, armored like something from prehistory, with thick fins arranged more like legs.
"I see them," was all Jabari could manage as he nodded awkwardly, unable to tear his gaze from the bizarre fish carving.
"Step on the Komodo Dragon, and a poisoned arrow pierces your heart." Amir pointed at the lizard square, then gestured to the adjacent fish motif. "Step on the Coelacanth, and we''ll make you into dinner."
"What!?" Jabari gasped, taking a quick step backward.
"Lovely, it''s a fight, then!" Wilhelm called from behind him, but there was an odd lightness in his tone.
"To the death!" Amir replied with a broad grin.
"You brought us here to kill us!" Jabari''s Combat Knife cleared its sheath in a fluid motion, its dark green Nanosteel blade catching the ambient light. But as he met Amir''s amused gaze, realization dawned. "You were joking."
"The markings are just decorative these days," Amir said, his smile softening. "At least they will be until I change my mind."
His rings glinted in the low light as he flexed his fingers C an almost unconscious gesture, but one that drew Jabari''s attention to the elaborate sigils etched into each band. These weren''t mere ornaments; they were tools of some kind.
"We should leave." Ume''s voice cut through the moment, sharp and insistent. Her amber eyes fixed on a lotus symbol carved into a wall on their left. "The Sand Lotus cannot be trusted."
Wilhelm turned to her, brow furrowed. "They just saved our arses from a squad of Bloodtroopers. Bit late for suspicion, eh?"
"Did we?" Amir''s question hung in the air, his earlier joviality replaced by something cooler. "Save you, I mean. I wonder if what we really did was... intercept you."
Before Wilhelm could respond, Ume continued, her voice taking on an oddly mechanical cadence. "The Sand Lotus engages in human trafficking. They manipulate governments through blackmail. They conduct illegal experiments on children. They promote promiscuity. They"
"Ume?" Jabari stepped closer to her, concerned by the unnaturally steady rhythm of her accusations.
"harvest organs from political dissidents. Poison water supplies with psychotropic compounds. Practice necromancy on unwilling subjects. They" Ume continued, each charge flowed into the next without pause or inflection, as if she were reading from an invisible script.
Her amber eyes remained fixed forward, not tracking any movement around her. Amir watched with open fascination, his head tilted slightly as if witnessing a particularly interesting specimen.
"ZenFusion''s finest propaganda," he murmured, tracing a pattern in the air with one ringed finger. "Delivered with perfect recall."
Ume''s eyes fluttered shut, and she stumbled forward as Jabari sheathed his knife, just in time to catch her collapsed form.
"That''s an impressively long list," Wilhelm muttered. "Been rehearsing it on our way here?"
"I''m surprised ''polygamy'' and ''ritualistic rape'' aren''t mentioned this time." Amir studied Ume with newfound interest. "Perhaps the ones who made you decided those were too enticing to be believable?"
"Is it true? You do any of those?" Jabari demanded, his arms around Ume.
"All of those, according to the media controlled by Imperium of Dragons," Amir''s smirk did not waver. "They would go any length to see those who oppose them slandered and annihilated. The same empire that executes members of our organization and harvests their organs. The one that brands us criminals for believing the divine should remain divine."
His last words carried weight beyond their simple meaning, a cryptic reference that Jabari couldn''t immediately place.
Amir turned, gesturing for them to follow as the narrow corridor opened into a vast chamber. The air was rich with the aroma of sambal, mixing with the sweeter scents of pandan and coconut. In one corner, a chef worked at an open kitchen, his movements precise as he tended to dishes arranged over a carefully controlled induction cooktop. The other diners C a mix of local merchants and what appeared to be Sand Lotus members in simple robes C paid their group little attention.
"Ananda''s Respite," Amir said, leading them to a private booth nestled against one of the ornate pillars. "Before the Digital Era''s end, before the waters rose to claim old Jakarta, this place served as both restaurant and sanctuary. It still does, for those who know where to look."
"Bloody impressive spot this, but I reckon you didn''t save our hides at the market just to show off the local cuisine, eh?" Wilhelm leaned forward, sliding into the booth while his eyes methodically scanned their surroundings. His fingers drummed a quiet rhythm on the ancient wooden table as he tracked the movements of other diners, their quiet conversations creating a gentle murmur that seemed to fade into the shadows.
"Curiosity." Amir settled into his seat with practiced grace, his rings catching the lamplight as he gestured to a vacant chair beside him. The name ''Fuuka'' was inscribed in flowing golden script on its back. "Some things belong to the ancients, not to emperors or federation presidents or oligarchs. Especially not things that can bend minds to one''s will."
He paused, his steady gaze falling on Ume''s slumped form. "And it seems you may have crossed paths with just such a thing."
"You alright?" Jabari steadied Ume with a gentle hand on her elbow as she swayed slightly, helping her into the seat across from Amir. Her synthetic skin felt unusually warm beneath his palm.
"My head hurts. My feet hurt. Everything hurts." Ume pressed a delicate hand to her forehead, her small frame slumping against the table''s edge. Her eyes remained tightly shut, and Jabari noticed small puffs of white steam escaping her parted lips as she panted C a distinct response no human would have.
"Do you have medical supplies? Anything?" Jabari turned to Amir, concern etching deep lines around his eyes.
"I might." Amir''s expression sharpened with interest as a waitress emerged beside their table, her batik clothing rustling softly as she bowed. The Djinno monk straightened, addressing her in fluid local language.
"*Apakah Anda siap memesan, Tuan Amir*?" the waitress asked, her pen poised over a traditional paper notepad.
"*Yang biasa untuk makan malam, tambah sushi hand roll untuk Saudari Fuuka kalau dia datang nanti,*" Amir replied with easy familiarity, then glanced at Ume''s distressed form. "*Dan satu gelas coolant standar untuk robot.*"
"*Satu gelas itu? Jadi, wanita itu*" the waitress''s eyes widened as she gestured uncertainly toward Ume.
"*Sangat mungkin begitu,*" Amir finished, meeting her startled gaze.
"I will be back shortly." The waitress gathered herself with a deep bow before gliding away between the tables.
Amir turned back to the group, adjusting the sleeve of his emerald robe. "I''ve taken the liberty of ordering some local specialties. We need only wait for a few minutes."
"The Imperium''s reach grows longer each year," Amir remarked casually, breaking apart his wooden chopsticks. "Luckily, antidotes like the Directorate exist. Even in Mumbai, we hear tales of the Kimaris Warband''s valor and ruthlessness."
"And just how do you know we''re Kimaris?" Jabari countered, watching as servers approached with steaming dishes.
The first dish arrived, with the foreign words ''rendang sapi'' scribed on the plate C tender beef slow-cooked in coconut milk and spices until dark and rich. Following it came ''sayur lodeh'', vegetables swimming in a creamy coconut broth dotted with red chilies.
"Other warbands rarely operate independently from the Directorate Space Corps, let alone straying so far from Maridian territories." Amir''s rings clinked softly against his plate as he selected a piece of richly spiced beef rendang, the meat nearly falling apart from hours of slow cooking. "The question is: what brings Kimaris so far from home, pursuing something valuable enough that the Imperium would send a Bloodtrooper squad to intercept you?"
"Right then, what about you Sand Lotus lot? Proper globe-trotters across the Five Realms, or just stirring up a spot of bother here on Earth?" Wilhelm dipped his silver spoon into a bowl of sayur lodeh, the coconut-milk broth releasing an aromatic cloud as he sampled the tender cabbage.
"We arepreservationists, you might say." Amir''s eyes glinted with something deeper than mere amusement. "Some artifacts were never meant to be weapons. They exist in balance, like the Five Aspects of psionics. When entities attempt to harness them as instruments of power, the consequences can be catastrophic."
Another waiter approached with a steaming pot labeled ''soto ayam'', the traditional Indonesian chicken soup''s turmeric-spiced broth filling the air with its golden fragrance. Small bowls of pristine white rice were set before each person, each grain distinct and gleaming like pearls. There was also a delicate crystal glass filled with an iridescent yellow liquid.
"So you what, spy on the other factions?" Jabari''s spoon, laden with a morsel of tender beef, hung suspended between plate and mouth.
"We merely maintain certain interests," Amir ladled the aromatic soup into his bowl with fluid grace. "Much like your Chairman Kofi does with his investments in solar-powered technologies across the Five Realms."
Jabari''s shoulders tensed visibly. "How do you know about"
"The same way we knew to find you today." Amir''s eyes took on a gleam as he lifted the odd crystal glass. He extended it toward Ume, the yellow liquid inside swirling invitingly. "This is for her. Her system is overloading trying to process something it was never designed to contain."
"What''s in it?" Jabari''s eyes narrowed, his half-eaten spoonful forgotten.
"It''s just what she needs at this moment," Amir''s response remained cryptic as the liquid caught the lamplight. "Something is burning her from within, and it isn''t merely a programming error."
"Then I''ll taste it first. Make sure it''s not poisoned." Jabari reached for the glass, his spoon put down, clanking against the porcelain plate.
"That would not be wise." Amir raised one ring-adorned hand in warning, his expression suddenly grave. "It''s not meant for human consumption."
Hesitant, Jabari turned to Ume. Her breathing had grown more labored, each short pant releasing increasingly dense clouds of white vapor. Even through his gloved hand resting on her shoulder, he could feel alarming heat radiating from her synthetic skin, the fever she now suffered making her less like an android and more like a fusion battery approaching critical levels.
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"Steady now," Wilhelm murmured, setting his utensils aside. He shifted closer, one arm wrapping around Ume''s shoulders to keep her upright in her chair. Her kimono-clad body trembled beneath his grip.
Jabari''s hand shook slightly as he brought the glass to Ume''s lips. Her head lolled back, eyes flickering behind closed lids. "Come on, Ume," he whispered, tilting the glass. The yellow liquid initially spilled down her chin, but Wilhelm gently adjusted her head angle, and finally, she began to swallow.
The change was immediate and dramatic. Ume''s eyes snapped open, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Her amber irises blazed with intricate patterns of yellow light, like circuit boards coming alive. Dense white steam erupted from her mouth in a pressurized burst, more streams venting from her ears with a high-pitched whistle.
The nearest diners jerked away from their meals, conversations dying mid-sentence. A merchant in traditional batik nearly upset his soup as he backed his chair away. A couple at a corner table exchanged knowing glances, their hands moving in subtle gestures to direct the scalding steam away from other patrons. The patrons at the next table hurriedly requested their bill, while an elderly woman simply continued eating her rendang, apparently unperturbed by the mechanical crisis unfolding nearby.
"Ekwensu!" Jabari tightened his grip on her shoulders but had to turn away, the scalding steam making his eyes water. The acrid smell of heated metal and ozone filled the air around them.
Wilhelm swiftly pulled a quantum scanner from his jacket, its holographic display flickering to life. "Her core temperature''s stabilizing." He frowned at the stream of data. "What a way to calm a fever, eh?"
"With all the schematic they''ve stolen from the Alliance, the Imperium is poised to make the most powerful androids of our generation," Amir leaned forward, his rings catching the light as he made a subtle gesture. The steam around Ume began to dissipate unnaturally quickly, drawn away by some unseen force. "They use this power to create weapons, companions, and vessels."
"And?" Jabari pushed, meeting Amir''s gaze.
The monk''s eyes narrowed as he studied Ume. "And what you''ve brought us is a vessel of a different kind. One carrying something far more dangerous than propaganda."
Gradually, Ume''s trembling subsided, her synthetic muscles relaxing one by one. Her eyes faded to their normal amber hue as she straightened in her chair, the last wisps of steam curling around her face like a fading halo. "Thank you," she whispered, reaching up with an unsteady hand to wipe beads of coolant-tinged sweat from her forehead.
"Alright." Jabari grabbed his spoon, shoveling generous portions of rendang and rice into his mouth. The rich coconut curry and tender beef helped ground him. Still, he couldn''t fully appreciate the complex spices through his lingering anxiety. "Will you explain why the Sand Lotus is interested in us?"
"We are interested in what your android carries," Amir replied, his demeanor shifting from genial host to something more focused. "Data about a particular artifact. One that should remain buried."
"What artifact?" Wilhelm asked, though his tone suggested he already suspected the answer.
"One capable of bending minds to its wielder''s will." Amir''s fingers traced elaborate patterns on the ancient wooden table. "An artifact whose very existence threatens the balance of power in the Five Realms. One that should be restored to its original form, but never, under any circumstances, used."
"You speak of the Moondust Crystal." A melodic voice interrupted them.
Fuuka stood at the edge of their booth, her refined appearance belying the calculating intelligence in her eyes. She slipped gracefully into her reserved seat beside Amir, the movement of her white robes fluid as water.
"You." Jabari said simply, finding himself unable to tear his gaze from her form.
"Our apologies for the deception earlier," she said, her theatrical accent completely gone. "But some matters requireverification."
"You''ve been verifying us?" Jabari asked, his confusion evident.
"We needed to ensure you weren''t agents of the Imperium," Fuuka explained, her hands folding neatly on the table. "Or worse, unwitting pawns of the Alliance."
"And which are we, then?" Wilhelm''s hand had drifted closer to his concealed weapon.
"Neither, we believe," Amir interjected. "Rather, you represent a third power bloc. One that might, under certain circumstances, be reasoned with."
"The Directorate too desires the Crystal. It is known." Fuuka added, her voice carrying a note of resignation. "But perhaps your motivations might align more closely with ours than the others."
Wilhelm''s eyes narrowed. "And what exactly are your motivations?"
"To restore what was broken, but ensure it never falls into the hands of those who would use it as a weapon," Fuuka replied, her gaze drifting to Ume. "The Crystal was created by beings far wiser than humanity. It was never meant to control or dominate C only to guide and balance."
"Interference patterns exceeding normal parameters," Ume suddenly announced, her voice taking on that same mechanical quality from earlier. Her amber eyes began flickering with unusual patterns. "World, History, Omniscience other shards scattered. Dargoth sleeps beneath Io''s crust. The Hivemind speaks! Nirbohs know Harald''s betrayal. Eclipse magic flows through jade corridors "
Fuuka''s hand shot out with startling speed, her palm coming to rest against Ume''s forehead.
"?nti?," she whispered, and a faint green glow emanated from her fingers.
Ume''s recitation cut off abruptly, her eyes returning to normal as she slumped back in her chair.
"Just as I suspected," Fuuka said, exchanging a significant look with Amir. "The android carries more than mere coordinates. She has been imprinted with a fragment of the Crystal''s consciousness."
"The Moondust Crystal... has consciousness?" Jabari asked, incredulous.
"All things of power do, in their way," Amir replied cryptically. "But what matters now is that your companion carries information that could lead to the Crystal''s misuse by factions who see it only as a weapon."
Fuuka''s expression softened slightly as she regarded Ume. "The strain on her system is immense. Her positronic matrix was never designed to contain such power."
"Is there anything you can do?" Jabari asked, concern for Ume overriding his wariness of these strangers.
"Perhaps," Fuuka said, her brow furrowing in concentration. "But first, we must understand each other clearly. The Sand Lotus seeks to prevent any faction from weaponizing the Crystal. We believe it should be restored to its complete form and then hidden away, protected from those who would abuse its power."
"And what would the Directorate do with it, I wonder?" Amir asked, his rings glinting as he tapped them thoughtfully against the table.
Before Jabari could answer, several robed figures emerged from the shadows between pillars. Their white and copper-toned armor gleamed in the restaurant''s dim light, curved blades held at ready angles. Long hair, both dark and fair, framed faces set with predatory focus, entering the booth and assuming positions around Jabari''s table in a steadily tightening circle.
"The Moondust Crystal''s location, compressed and housed within a Da-Ji android." Fuuka''s voice remained calm as her warriors closed in. "An ingenious solution, but ultimately a dangerous one. The question now is whether your Directorate can be trusted more than the Imperium or Alliance."
"What is this?" Jabari demanded, his hand moving toward his Combat Knife.
"Insurance," Amir replied simply. "The Krypts are merely ensuring our conversation remains productive."
"You speak of trust while surrounding us with armed guards?" Wilhelm''s tone was light, but his eyes had turned cold.
"Trust must be earned," Fuuka countered. "And the Crystal''s power is too great to risk on blind faith."
"We saved Ume from a memory wipe," Jabari said, his voice tight with controlled anger. "She chose to come with us."
"A noble gesture," Fuuka acknowledged. "But nobility and wisdom are not always the same. The data she carries could destroy worlds if misused."
Jabari glanced at Ume, who was watching the proceedings with wide, frightened eyes. "What do you want from us?" he asked finally.
"An alliance, of sorts," Amir proposed, leaning forward. "The Directorate is the least objectionable of the major powers, from our perspective. Work with us to restore the Crystal, but agree that once whole, it must be sealed away. No faction should wield its power."
"And if we refuse?" Wilhelm asked, his hand now resting openly on his holstered weapon.
"Then we would be forced to extract the information ourselves," Fuuka said, her gentle tone at odds with her words. "A process your friend might not survive."
The air in the underground restaurant seemed to thicken as tension mounted. Several robed figures at nearby tables had ceased their conversations, their attention now fixed on the unfolding drama.
"You should not be entrusted with such data," Fuuka continued, her serene demeanor unchanged. "But neither should the Imperium or Alliance. We offer a middle path."
"Why not?" Jabari''s combat training kicked in as he assessed their situation. At least eight hostiles, all equipped with identical curved blades and lightweight armor that favored mobility over heavy protection. Their coordinated movement spoke of extensive training C these were no common mercenaries.
Wilhelm''s hand had already found his holstered Plasma Handgun. "Bit crowded in here suddenly, wouldn''t you say?"
"Many of our Krypts are trained in the deserts on Venus." Fuuka gestured towards a blade-wielding warrior next to her. "You two are handsome enough. I''d hate to have you slain."
"Bad form to draw weapons at dinner," Wilhelm''s tone remained light even as he sized up their opponents. "Especially when we haven''t finished the tasty beef."
The tension was broken by an explosion that rocked the chamber. Dust and debris rained down as the restaurant''s entrance erupted inward. Through the settling chaos strode a woman in a black-gold uniform, flanked by crimson-armored Bloodtroopers with Thermal Battleaxes at ready.
"Your old makeup was better, Fuuka." Marisol''s cultured voice carried easily across the destruction, "I should''ve guessed you Sand Lotus fanatics would be involved."
"Marisol." Fuuka turned to face the new threat, her smile dripping with sarcasm. "I see you brought your favorite pet. Did Dilinur need much convincing to let him off his leash?"
"Cheng arrived by a teleporter. The local authorities were wise enough to stay out of our way." Marisol''s smile did not waver as she strode forward.
Behind them, Ume let out a small gasp as a new figure emerged from the dust cloud. The man who stepped through the ruined doorway commanded attention through sheer presence alone. His crimson armor, more ornate than the Bloodtroopers'', bore intricate dragon motifs that seemed to writhe in the dim light. But it was his face that struck Jabari carved from pure arrogance, with sharp cheekbones and eyes that held determination equal to his.
"U6-M9. Prefect Altai has demanded your retrieval." The officer''s gaze fixed on Ume with predatory focus, and Jabari felt his grip tighten instinctively on his knife.
The restaurant erupted into violence. Krypts and Bloodtroopers clashed in a symphony of curved blades against Thermal Axes.
Marisol drew a weapon that seemed out of place in the Atomic Era - an ornate Lever-Action Rifle with intricate silver and brass fittings. Its polished wooden stock bore delicate floral engravings, while the barrel gleamed with damascus-steel patterns that spoke of master craftsmanship.
As she took aim at Fuuka, Jabari muttered in disbelief. "That medieval gun? In this century?"
"Slskj?ldr V?rn!" Fuuka chanted, deflecting the first shot with a barrier of golden light. But she had to dive aside as the next round punched through the stone pillar behind her, the high-caliber bullet leaving a hole large enough to fit a fist.
"Wilhelm, get Ume out of here!" Jabari shouted, fighting his way back through the chaos. A Bloodtrooper''s axe came down in a burning arc, forcing him to roll away. The superheated blade left a glowing trail in the air where his head had been.
"Bit occupied at the moment!" Wilhelm fired his Plasma Handgun in controlled bursts, keeping two Krypts at bay. But Cheng Wei advanced steadily through the firefight, shrugging off energy bolts like rain.
Ume backed away, her amber eyes wide with terror. "Please, I don''t want to go back"
"Return to your rightful place, U6-M9!" Cheng''s commanding voice thundered over the din of battle. A Krypt rushed him with a curved blade, only for Cheng to catch it with his gauntleted hand.
"Your defiance ends, terrorist!" The steel shattered in his grip as he cast the broken weapon aside.
Jabari lunged forward, Combat Knife aimed at what seemed like an opening. But the Seneschal''s martial prowess was beyond anything he''d faced. Cheng caught his wrist mid-strike, and pain exploded through Jabari''s arm as titanium-reinforced fingers clamped down.
"Your spirit burns bright, Directorate warrior!" Cheng''s face lit with fierce appreciation even as his grip tightened, forcing Jabari to drop the knife. "But the Imperium''s justice cannot be denied!"
His other hand shot out, seizing Jabari''s chest. The throw sent him flying across the restaurant. He crashed through a table, wood splintering beneath him. His vision blurred as he tried to stand, only to see a Bloodtrooper''s Thermal Battleaxe descending.
"No!" Ume''s scream pierced the chaos.
Jabari rolled desperately, but not fast enough. White-hot agony lanced through his side as the axe caught him, burning through fabric and flesh. The world spun, darkness creeping at the edges of his vision.
Through the haze of pain, he saw Marisol grab Ume''s arm, pulling her toward the exit. Wilhelm tried to intervene but took a brutal strike from Cheng that sent him sprawling.
"Form ranks!" Cheng bellowed. The Bloodtroopers fell in around their leaders, axes raised high as they retreated with their prize.
"Ume..." Jabari reached out weakly, his body refusing to move.
Across the room, Fuuka dispatched a final Bloodtrooper with a swift gesture that sent him crumpling to the ground. Her eyes met Jabari''s, and something passed between them C a recognition, perhaps. She glanced toward the retreating Imperials, then back to Jabari''s wounded form.
Decision made, she knelt beside him, her hands glowing with healing energy as she chanted. "Surak?ita? Asi."
As the warmth of her spell flowed through him, closing his wounds and restoring his strength, Jabari looked up at her in confusion. "Why help me? I thought you wanted the data too."
"The Imperium cannot be allowed to possess the Crystal," Fuuka replied quietly. "Of all evils, they are the greatest. And you..." she studied him, "have strong reasons."
"I won''t let them harm Ume," Jabari rose to his feet, testing his newly healed side. The flesh was tender but whole, Fuuka''s magic having knitted the wound completely.
"Then pursue them, we will," Fuuka assured him.
Wilhelm limped over, a hand pressed to his bleeding forehead. "Changing sides already, are we? Just minutes ago your lot were ready to gut us like fish."
"The equation has shifted." Amir replied, emerging from behind a collapsed pillar. Despite the destruction surrounding them, not a single fold of his emerald robe appeared disturbed. "With the Imperium holding both your android and the data she carries, we face a common threat."
"A temporary pact? With handshakes?" Wilhelm quipped, holstering his Plasma Handgun with practiced ease.
Amir nodded slowly. "We help you recover your friend, preventing the Imperium from accessing the data she carries. In return, you agree to work with us toward restoring the Crystal."
"And after it''s restored?" Jabari asked, eyes narrowed.
"That discussion can wait," Fuuka answered as she placed a hand on his chest plate, her eyes meeting his with new resolve. "First, we prevent immediate catastrophe."
Wilhelm ran a hand through his hair. "Seems we''ve gone from dinner guests to unlikely allies in record time."
"Effective, though, isn''t it?" Amir replied with the barest hint of a smile.
Jabari looked around at the destroyed restaurant, the fallen warriors from both factions littering the floor. Blood and scorched stone mingled with spilled food, the earlier tranquility shattered beyond recovery.
"Next time," Wilhelm remarked, wincing as his fingers encountered a tender spot. "Let''s skip dinner and go straight to the alliance part, hey?"
Ch26 Lorna IX: Start Me Up
12:37, February 10, 2295
Terminal 5, Songnei Starport (ɃǸ), No. 340-9, Dunhua North Road, Songshan District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
Lorna moved through the dimly-lit corridors of Terminal 5, her steps faltering as waves of dizziness washed over her. The fluorescent lights above flickered, casting shadows that seemed to come alive and beckon. Her hand instinctively reached for the silver cylindrical object in her beige trench coat C what was it called again? The name was just beyond her grasp, like a forgotten melody.
A pack of Bone Fiends emerged from the shadows ahead, their skeletal forms illuminated by the pulsing lights. But instead of charging, they stopped. Their bone-white heads tilted in unison, studying her with an unsettling curiosity.
"Welcome, sister," a voice echoed in her mind, ancient and vast. "Your transformation begins."
Lorna''s breath caught in her throat as she stumbled backward, her hand trembling as she drew her 10mm Magnum. The weapon felt alien in her grip, its weight and purpose suddenly unfamiliar. She aimed at the nearest Bone Fiend, finger on the trigger, but something stayed her hand.
"Whatwhat''s happening to me?" she whispered, her voice cracking. The Bone Fiends approached slowly, almost reverently, their usual aggression replaced by an eerie gentleness. A Skuggr emerged from behind them, its insectoid form moving with unexpected casualness as it bowed its head in her direction.
The throbbing in her head intensified, accompanied by visions of purple and red skies. The world around her began to blur and shift, reality bending like a dream. She sank to her knees, the 10mm Magnum clattering to the floor as tears streamed down her face.
"I won''t... I can''t..." she sobbed, her body shaking uncontrollably. The creatures gathered around her, forming a protective circle, their presence both comforting and terrifying. The voice in her head grew stronger, more insistent.
"Embrace what you become. The hunger. The power. They are yours now."
She reached for the fallen weapon C what was it called? Something with numbers. Her fingers wrapped around the familiar grip of the... the white L-shaped gadget. Why couldn''t she remember its name? The metal felt cold against her palm as she lifted it, staring at the object with growing bewilderment.
"Your old tools mean nothing now," the voice whispered. "Let them go."
New sensations flooded her consciousness as she put the gadget back in her coat''s side pocket. The air hummed with energy she''d never noticed before, crackling with potential. Her body felt lighter, stronger, as if the very atoms of her being were realigning. A surge of power coursed through her veins, and without thinking, she channeled it outward.
A wave of blue psionic energy erupted from her hand, far more potent than any spell she''d cast before. The corridor''s metal walls buckled under the force, leaving deep impressions in the reinforced steel. The display of power should have drained her, but instead, she felt invigorated.
"Such strength," she murmured, staring at her trembling hands. "But who am I? What am I?"
The Radi-Mons remained docile, almost admiring. A larger Skuggr approached, its chitinous head lowering in what appeared to be a gesture of submission. The sight filled her with equal parts revulsion and fascination.
Heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor, accompanied by the distinct sound of armored boots. The Radi-Mons tensed, their bodies shifting to defensive positions around Lorna. Through her hazy vision, she made out the approaching figures C Bloodtroopers, their crimson armor gleaming under the flickering lights.
"There she is! Lorna Weiss, the Psi Lynx!" one shouted, raising his weapon.
Ten Bloodtroopers formed a semicircle, their rifles trained on her. The Radi-Mons hissed, but made no move to attack. They seemed to be waiting for her command.
Lorna felt power surging through her again, stronger this time. Her mind screamed at her to use the L-shaped gadget or the silver cylindrical thing in her coat, but she couldn''t remember how. Instead, she let the energy flow freely, feeling it build to a crescendo.
"Take them," the voice urged. "Show them your true power."
The Bloodtroopers advanced, their shouts tearing through the air, spiked deep red armors clanking like tanks. Bone Fiends leaped forward with savage grace while Skuggrs charged from the shadows, mandibles clicking with murderous intent.
"No...they''re too strong for you. They" Lorna whispered, watching the Radi-Mons C her newfound kin? Her enemies? C rush toward the crimson-armored soldiers. She raised one hand to point at the Bloodtroopers with a finger gun.
"Glacies Lunae Fulgur!" The incantation flowed from her lips as her eyes rolled back in an inexplicable pleasure. A bolt of frosty blue energy erupted from her fingertips with unprecedented force, far beyond her normal power. The enhanced spell became explosive and caught two Bloodtroopers in its path, flash-freezing their armor and sending them crashing into the wall.
A Bloodtrooper''s Thermal Battleaxe cleaved through a Skuggr, the creature''s death cry piercing Lorna''s heart with unexpected grief. She watched in horror as the coordinated soldiers made short work of the monsters, their heated weapons cutting through bone and chitin with practiced efficiency.
"Your family falls," the voice in her head growled. "Will you let this stand?"
Another Bloodtrooper charged at her, Thermal Battleaxe raised high. "Die, Alliance bitch!"
"Scutum Lunaris!" Lorna''s bubble-shaped psionic shield materialized to envelop her, but something was different. As the two-handed axe struck her barrier, frost crept along its heated edge. The weapon''s glow dimmed and died, its power nullified by her enhanced defense.
"Dragon''s dong!" The Bloodtrooper stumbled backward, his hands shaking as he stared at his useless weapon. "What the fuck are you?"
"Fulmen Argentum!" Lightning exploded from Lorna''s fingertips, no longer a single bolt but a web of silver-blue destruction. The spell chained between three Bloodtroopers, their armor conducting the enhanced energy as they screamed in agony.
But as Lorna''s eyes returned to their normal positions, she saw the remaining Radi-Mons fall quickly to the other soldiers'' axes, each death sending waves of anguish through her psyche. Tears streamed down her face as she watched the last Skuggr collapse, its life ebbing away.
"They were... they were just..." she choked on the words, her rational mind warring with new, alien instincts. These creatures were her sworn enemies, yet their deaths felt like losing family. "Why? Why do I feel this way?"
The five surviving Bloodtroopers regrouped, their confidence shaken by her display of power. Lorna''s enhanced abilities had taken their toll C her limbs felt heavy, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The voice in her head grew distant, fading like radio static.
"The Psi Lynx is alone," one Bloodtrooper called out. "Form up!"
The Bloodtroopers advanced in orderly formation, their Thermal Battleaxes humming with heat. Despite her exhaustion, Lorna felt the power surge within her again, demanding release. She wondered why she wouldn''t use the blue potion what was its name again? to replenish her spent Aether.
"Glacies Lunae Fulgur!" The enhanced frost bolt erupted from her hands with devastating force, catching two Bloodtroopers in its path. Where her normal spell would have merely slowed them, this version flash-froze them completely. Their armored forms shattered like glass as they toppled.
"By the Emperor..." one of the remaining soldiers whispered, his voice trembling. "Monster!"
The voice in Lorna''s head returned, a whisper of dark satisfaction. "Show them your glory, my soon-to-be Hundkynda."
Her vision blurred as another wave of dizziness struck. The corridor seemed to twist and stretch, its walls pulsing with impossible colors. Through the haze, she saw the three Bloodtroopers circle her, their movements betraying their fear.
"Fulmen Argentum!" The lightning that burst forth was different this time - not just enhanced, but transformed. Silver-blue energy coalesced into writhing tentacles that reached for her enemies with terrifying intelligence. The soldiers tried to dodge, but the lightning pursued them, wrapping around their armored forms.
For a moment, time seemed to stop. The Bloodtroopers hung suspended in the crackling web of energy, their bodies rigid with pain. Then, with a thunderous crack, the spell detonated. The explosion sent their smoking forms flying in different directions, leaving only the acrid stench of ozone and burnt metal.
Lorna collapsed to her knees, her entire body trembling with exhaustion, her blue eyes rolling back into her head again. Each breath felt like inhaling fire, and dark spots danced at the edges of her vision.
"What''s...happening to me?" she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. The dead Radi-Mons lay scattered around her, their presence still tugging at her altered consciousness. Beside them, the Bloodtroopers'' bodies smoldered, testament to power she never knew she possessed.
That''s when she detected it - a new scent cutting through the chaos. The delicate sweetness of sakura perfume mingled with something darker, more masculine. Heavy footsteps echoed from the shadows, approaching with measured confidence.
Two figures emerged into the flickering light, their presence commanding even in silence. The Imperial man radiated an artificially youthful appearance that belied his true age, his muscular build enhanced by extensive cybernetic modifications. A pair of red sunglasses concealed his gaze, but Lorna could feel his cold assessment.
Beside him stood a woman, also of Imperial complexion, her amber eyes fixed on Lorna with predatory intensity. Her jet-black hair was styled in an intricate updo adorned with traditional hairpins, and her black silk robe whispered against the ground as she moved. But compared to Dilinur, this woman was shorter, had more prominent eyes, and was somehow more arrogant.
"Well," the woman spoke, her voice rich and melodious despite the underlying menace. "What do we have here?"
"Who the fuck are you?" Refocusing her gaze, Lorna breathed out, her sappire eyes locking onto the pair.
"I am Kaori Ouyang," the woman announced, her amber eyes gleaming in the flickering light. "And this," she gestured to her companion, "is Iron Roach. Though I suppose introductions hardly matter now."
"Any last words before you die?" Roach lifted his head tauntingly.
Lorna struggled to her feet, her legs threatening to buckle beneath her. The world continued to swim in shades of purple and red, making it difficult to focus on her new adversaries. But as she stood straight, a grin formed on her lips. "It is you who''ve come to die."
"Made quite a mess here," huh?" Roach observed, nudging a fallen Bloodtrooper with his boot. "Ten of Dinu''s finest, and all those Fenris dogs too. Impressive."
"Do you know this name?" Kaori asked suddenly, her voice taking on a sharp edge. "Lieutenant Jun Wang?"
The name stirred something in Lorna''s foggy memory, but everything before today felt distant, dreamlike. She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as she reached a hand to her forehead, a bead of sweat tracing down her cheek.
"Two years ago, assassination mission in Shanghai," Kaori continued, her composed demeanor cracking slightly. "You put a bullet through his head after getting him to sleep with you. He was more than just my superior officer. He was..."
"I can''t remember," Lorna gasped, the effort of speaking sending waves of pain through her chest. "I don''t fucking care..."
"Of course you don''t," Kaori''s laugh was brittle. "Just another mission for Lorna Weiss, the murderous slut. But Jun meant everything to me. And now..." She drew her Thermal Daggers in a fluid motion, their edges igniting with a searing cinder-like glow. The twin blades hummed with barely contained energy, heat waves distorting the air around their curved surfaces. Each dagger was a masterwork of Imperial engineering, their hilts wrapped in black-red silk that matched Kaori''s robe. "Now I''ll make sure you remember."
"Bitch is acting crazy. Eh, Kaori?" Roach sneered, his cybernetic hands reaching for the weapon at his belt. A silver-red Electrified Nunchaku unfolded with a menacing crackle, blue electricity arcing between its titanium segments. Each strike of the chain against itself sent sparks flying, illuminating his artificial face in brief, azure flashes. "Keeps looking at the sky, rolling her eyes. What, you high?"
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The voice in Lorna''s head stirred again, weaker now but still present. "Fight them, my prize. Do not let them take you."
Lorna''s hand moved to her coat, seeking the cylindrical object C what was it called? A sword of some kind? But her fingers couldn''t seem to grasp it properly. Everything felt wrong, alien. Her enhanced powers had left her drained, vulnerable.
"Diego," she whispered, withdrawing her hand to press against the Psi Shield Device on her left ear instead. "Terminal 5. Engaging two enemies. Imperials."
"Copy that," Diego''s voice came through clearly. "Xin''s already en route. Hold on."
Kaori lunged forward, her daggers leaving trails of heat in the air. "Enough talking. This is for Jun."
Iron Roach circled to Lorna''s left, his cybernetic movements fluid and predatory. "Don''t worry," he grinned, the expression not quite reaching his eyes behind those red sunglasses. "We''ll make sure you stay alive long enough to really feel it."
Lorna raised her trembling hands, trying to summon what remained of her power. But the words of her spells felt heavy on her tongue, and the world continued to twist and blur around her. She was alone, transformed, exhausted C and for the first time since arriving on this island, truly afraid.
"Glacies Lunae Fulgur!" The incantation burst from Lorna''s lips with desperate intensity. A massive bolt of frost, far beyond her normal capabilities, erupted toward her attackers. Kaori barely managed to dodge, the spell freezing part of her silk robe, while Roach rolled to the side, cybernetics whirring under his metallic jacket.
"Such power," Kaori breathed, her amber eyes widening as she noticed the deep gouges the spell had left in the reinforced walls. "But at what cost?"
Lorna staggered, her vision swimming. The enhanced spell had drained more of her remaining Aether than she''d anticipated.
"Fulmen Argentum!" Silver-blue lightning exploded from her hands, no longer a simple arc but a devastating web of energy that filled the corridor. The electricity seemed alive, pursuing her opponents. Roach''s cybernetics sparked dangerously as he barely evaded, while Kaori''s daggers absorbed some of the power, their heat intensifying to near-white.
"The fucking Nucleus Virus," Roach growled, his sunglasses reflecting the fading lightning. "Make you strong. But unstable. Sloppy."
He was right. Each enhanced spell left Lorna more drained, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. The world tilted and spun around her as she tried to maintain her footing. The voice in her head had faded to a distant whisper, offering no guidance.
Kaori struck first, her Thermal Daggers leaving trails of fire in the air as she closed the distance. Lorna instinctively reached for her sword again, but her fingers refused to cooperate. Instead, she summoned what remained of her power.
"Scutum Lunaris!" The shield materialized, stronger than ever before, but the effort sent waves of agony through her skull. Kaori''s daggers struck the barrier, their heat dissipating in a hiss of steam.
But Roach had circled behind her. His Electrified Nunchaku caught her across the back, sending arcs of blue electricity through her body. Lorna screamed, her shield shattering as she fell to one knee.
"Jun died quietly," Kaori advanced, her daggers humming with menacing heat once more. "You won''t have that luxury."
Lorna tried to resist, to summon one more spell, but her body betrayed her. The enhanced powers that had let her defeat ten Bloodtroopers now exacted their toll. Her muscles spasmed, refusing to respond as darkness crept at the edges of her vision.
"We have all the time we need" Iron Roach advanced, his lips pulling back in a sinister grin, his powerful frame moving with triumphant fluidity. He wielded an electrified cord and lassoed Lorna''s wrists, binding them tightly behind her back. A jolt of electricity surged through her body as he lifted her up and roughly pushed her against a stone pillar.
"Fuck!" Lorna winced from the pain in her neck, feeling warm blood trickling down her spine. The air was thick with the stench of sweat and ozone as their eyes locked for a brief moment before he secured her, leaving her barely conscious form tethered to the frigid metal post. The curve of her breasts stood out beneath the tight blue turtleneck.
Watching from the sidelines, Kaori''s amber gaze glimmered with confidence. "I wonder if there''s someone important to you" she purred with a hint of satisfaction. "It''d be such pleasure to make them watch before you die." Her dark chuckle echoed throughout the confined space.
Roach''s laughter filled Lorna''s ears as he tightened the bindings around her wrists, his cybernetic hands unnaturally cold against her skin. She gritted her teeth, blood oozing from her wounds as she fought against the restraints, her body aching with the pain of it all.
"Pure Alliance arrogance," Roach sneered, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "To assume you could come to our land and do whatever you want."
Lorna''s cerulean eyes blazed with defiance, but her voice was weak. "You wontbreak me."
"Wont we?" Kaori stepped forward, her twin Thermal Daggers burning brightly in her hands, casting menacing shadows on the ground. The scent of sakura perfume mingled with the acrid smell of burnt flesh as she drew nearer, a wicked smile playing across her full, crimson lips.
With a searing flash, Kaori traced the heated blade on Lorna''s cheek, crafting a line of agony down her face. Lorna bit down on a scream, her fingernails digging into her palms as she fought for control. Amidst the pain, her mind raced, searching desperately for an escape, any hope of salvation from this torment.
"Your bounty is 60,000, right?" Roach asked mockingly, watching Lorna''s struggle with amusement. "But Governor Qin mentioned something about ''needing experimental subjects''. Last foreigner infected with the Virus was worth 100,000."
"And she''d deserve it, too," Kaori replied, her amber eyes shining with excitement as she examined Lorna. "My, the way you squirm issatisfactory."
As Lorna''s vision blurred from the pain, she heard the distant sound of an engine approaching at breakneck speed. As the glass wall broke to reveal a fusion-powered, green-painted car, hope flared within her, a fragile ember struggling to ignite. Xin, she thought, praying that it was him.
"Imperial Legion scum!" A familiar voice rang out, followed by the thunderous impact of the green-painted car plowing into Roach, crushing him beneath its weight. Lorna''s heart soared.
"Xin!" she cried out, one side of her face hurting as a mixture of relief and terror soared in her mind. He emerged from the vehicle with his 10mm Magnum drawn, ready for battle. His AI-assisted aiming system locked onto the remaining Wu-Li soldiers, taking two of them down with lethal precision.
"Thomas! Lorna" Xin shouted, the shock and anger in his voice palpable as he looked in Lornas direction, seeing her tormented form.
"Get her out of here!" Thomas roared back, engaging in a brutal hand-to-hand fight with Kaori, his bionic arms whirring with each fierce blow while two Fist Blades emerged from them.
As Xin rushed to Lorna''s side, she could barely focus on his face through the haze of pain and exhaustion.
"Sorry, Lorna. I wish I could drive faster" His hands trembled as he removed the restraints, and she collapsed against him, her body wracked with sobs.
"Thanks, Xin" she whispered, her words almost lost amidst the chaos around them.
"Lorna...where''s your..." his voice trailed off, searching for the word, kneeling down.
"Medi-Vap," she gasped, her world narrowing to the excruciating pain coursing through her body. She struggled to stay on her feet as Xin helped support her weight. "In my chest pocket."
With trembling hands, he pulled out the small device from her trench coat. "Hold on," he urged, holding it to her lips.
Desperate for relief, Lorna inhaled deeply, feeling the cool mist fill her lungs. As she breathed out, she felt the burning pain in her body begin to subside, replaced by a soothing warmth that crawled through her veins.
"Keep breathing, okay?" Xin whispered, his eyes never leaving hers, their unspoken connection amplified by the intensity of the situation.
Suddenly, a vibration came through the space as a bloodied figure emerged. Iron Roach, with his crimson sunglasses shattered, his eyes slits of red, heaved his body up from beneath the crumpled car with a guttural grunt, his artificial face twisted in rage. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, mixing with the saliva that hung in the air from an open wound on his cheek. His muscular frame gleamed like polished metal. He growled like a wounded animal as he approached.
Xin tensed at the sound, his slender form rigid as he turned to face the relentless man. His 10mm Magnum was lifted and held with both hands, targeting the Imperium agent''s metallic sheen. The AI-assisted targeting system locked onto Roach''s chest, but as Xin pulled the trigger, the bullets bounced off Roachs flesh.
"Ha! That basic gun wont scratch my hide!" Roach''s eyes betrayed his sadistic intent, the fire in them matching the rage in his voice. "Dont know who you are. Dont care. You wont live to see another sunrise." He snarled, tottering forward.
Lorna clung to Xin''s arm, her breath coming in shallow gasps that belied her exhaustion. Her turtleneck suit was torn and stained with blood from the wounds inflicted on her, but she remained strong, standing up. Her blue eyes were now clouded by pain and fear. Yet still, she refused to back down or show weakness. Not now, not in front of Xin.
The air crackled with tension as they confronted each other. The sounds of the city were muffled, distant, as if time itself had slowed down to watch this deadly dance.
Sweat beaded on Xin''s forehead, his grip on the pistol tightening. He glanced over to Lorna, his voice heavy at the sight of her battered form. "Lorna, I''m here. I can hold him off while you "
But Lorna''s focus was suddenly drawn upwards as the thunderous roar of a StarWhale shuttle pierced the air, descending upon them like a guardian from the heavens. The sleek craft, a marvel of aerospace engineering, gleamed with a polished, obsidian sheen under the pale light of the moon. Its body was a fusion of aerodynamic curves and angular precision, the design echoing both beauty and brutality. Six powerful rotors, encased in protective rings, whirred with a near-silent efficiency as the shuttle hovered with an almost regal grace, casting a sweeping shadow over the battlefield below.
The StarWhales windows reflected the tumultuous skies, its hull exuding an aura of invincibility. Diego, ever the master pilot, guided the shuttle with pinpoint accuracy, the hum of its engines resonating deep within Lornas chest. The very air seemed to vibrate with the craft''s presence, a tangible force that breathed life into their desperate situation.
As the shuttle descended further, the side hatch slid open with a hiss of pressurized air, revealing Emmanuel framed against the stark interior.
"Baw-lah-eh See-kah!" With a fluid motion, he leaped from the StarWhale, his Lunar-enchanted Kinetic Submachine Gun blazing to life in his hands. The sharp staccato of gunfire shattered the tense silence, each shot infused with the radiant silver blue energy, as if Osram itself manifested amidst the chaos.
In her fluttering black silk robe, Kaori recoiled under the onslaught, her movements a blur as she dodged Emmanuel''s deadly barrage of quantum blue bullets, bumping into Iron Roach by accident.
"Thomas, now!" Emmanuel shouted, his deep voice echoing between the walls as he provided cover fire for his comrade.
Seizing the opportunity, Thomas lunged at Kaori with a desperate ferocity. As the clash of their blades sent her and Roach flying backwards, Lorna rose from the floor.
"Thank you," she whispered to Xin, her voice barely audible. The tender vulnerability in her eyes spoke volumes.
"Im glad," Xin replied, his gaze never wavering from hers.
Suddenly, a cacophony of guttural roars, claws scraping against metal, and the stench of decay heralded the arrival of more creatures Radi-Mons from the Fenris Horde. The gnarled, twisted forms emerged from the shadows, surrounding both the members of SIMU and their adversaries.
"Shit," Lorna hissed, her eyes darting between the encroaching monstrosities and her teammates. Pain still coursed through her body, but she swallowed it down. "We need to move. Now!"
"Agreed!" Thomas grunted as he and Xin offered support to Lorna, their arms wrapped around her waist. They began to half-run, half-stagger towards the StarWhale, their steps desperate and labored.
"Yikes. Who invited you folks, Skarns secretary?" Emmanuel said, a note of grim amusement in his voice as he fired off shot after shot at the approaching horde. His form provided a stalwart rearguard as the rest of the team retreated, each shot buying them precious seconds. And then, he too turned around and jogged after them, boarding the shuttle.
"Diego!" Lorna called out, her vision blurred with pain and exhaustion. "Do the takeoff, now!"
"Understood," Diego''s voice crackled through their comm devices, the StarWhale''s engines revving in anticipation, soaring towards the sky that remained purple and red as Lorna looked.
"Next time, Alliance filth!" Roach snarled from beneath, his teeth bared in a feral grin as he turned to face the oncoming swarm of monsters. Kaori stood beside him, her Thermal Daggers sizzling menacingly in the air. Turning around, the two Imperials charged into the fray, leaving the SIMU team to escape.
13:00, February 10, 2295
Inside StarWhale V2-15, 1,000 meters above Songnei Starport
The cold, sterile light of the StarWhale''s interior bathed Lorna''s face as the shuttle''s ramp closed behind them, sealing the cacophony of battle outside. Her breaths were steadying as she sat down in the cyan-colored seat, her chest heaving with the exertion of their desperate escape.
"Guys. Thanks," Lorna managed to choke out, her voice hoarse and trembling. "Couldn''t have made it without you. All of you."
Thomas sat across from her, his metallic arms shining in the dim lighting of the shuttle. "We''re just happy you''re alive," he said.
"Beautiful sun, huh?" Emmanuel mused as he approached the window, wiping down his Kinetic SMG with a tissue. "This tropical blue sky almost makes me homesick."
But just as his words echoed through the cramped space, a chill crept down Lorna''s spine, icy tendrils wrapping around her limbs and settling in the pit of her stomach.
Gasping, Lorna turned towards the window where outside, the sky remained a deep shade of purple and red. Instead of the bright noon sun, there was now a black void. It was an undeniable hallucination.
"I can''t see blue," Lorna spoke tearfully. Her skin was slick with sweat and her body shook uncontrollably as the frigid sensation intensified. "All I see is red and purple..."
"Lorna, are you okay?" Xin asked with concern as he sat next to her. The sunlight streaming in from the window cast a warm glow on the surface of his black-rimmed glasses. But even that golden reflection began to darken as Lorna looked at him.
"Oh no," Emmanuel''s voice trembled as he turned to look at her with fear in his eyes.
"Diego!" Thomas yelled towards the cockpit. "Have you contacted Doctor Nikki?"
"Already have, Tom. Flying as fast as I can," Diego''s voice came through, but Lorna could barely hear him over the intense pain coursing through her body.
"Itshappened," she whispered, panic rising in her throat like bile. She tried to steady herself, but her legs buckled beneath her, sending her hurtling forward.
Xin was there in an instant, his slender frame catching her with surprising strength. Lorna''s head fell against his chest, her cheek pressing against the rough fabric of his green hoodie. The thrum of his heartbeat reached her ears.
"Youll be okay, Lorna. Ill " Xin''s voice was filled with concern as he held her close, his trembling hands seeking to provide comfort.
"No, Xin. I''m not okay..." she clung to the sound of his quickening heartbeat, even as she felt herself slipping into darkness. "You need tostay away from me..."
"No. No, I wont," he promised, but the dread in his voice betrayed him. "Im here for you. I mean, we are here with you."
"Xin," she whispered weakly, feeling herself succumbing to the darkness as the StarWhale''s engines hummed around them. "You don''t understand..."
Her eyes fluttered shut, her world narrowing to a single point of dimming light.
Ch27.1 Jabari VII: Keep You Safe (Scene 1)
21:23, February 10, 2295
South Maintenance Sector, Pasar Kuno District, Nusantara, Borneo, New Indo-Pacific Union territory
Jabari''s heart hammered against his ribs as he watched the Bloodtroopers below escort Ume through the crowded evening marketplace. Marisol led the procession with Cheng Wei flanking Ume''s left, their formation cutting through the throng of local merchants and shoppers like a crimson blade. Jabari could see the unnatural rigidity in Ume''s movements as she walked between her captors.
"They''re taking her to the Imperial dropship." On Jabari''s left, Fuuka crouched beside him on the rooftop. Her hands still glowed faintly with the residual energy of her Solar healing spell. "Two kilometers northeast, just outside the Widodo Quarter."
On Jabari''s right, Wilhelm crawled forward on his elbows, joining them at the roof''s edge. A scab had formed from a blade cut above his eyebrow, but his expression remained focused, his attitude casual despite their circumstances. "Six Bloodtroopers, plus Marisol and the walking tank they call Cheng. Wouldn''t fancy our odds in a direct confrontation."
"We need to stop them." Jabari''s gaze remained fixed on Ume. Even from this distance, he could see her stumble, one hand rising to her temple. A Bloodtrooper roughly yanked her upright, and Jabari''s fingers tightened into fists. "Now."
"Your knife against Thermal Battleaxes?" Wilhelm gestured to their depleted state. "My handgun''s nearly drained, and the other side has a rather large roster."
"I can still fight," Jabari insisted, his jaw set with determination. "I won''t let them take her."
Fuuka placed a gentle hand on his forearm, her touch warm. "Your spirit honors you, but rushing in would only result in your capture or worse." Her eyes softened with something that looked like compassion. "There are other ways."
Wilhelm''s eyes narrowed as he tracked the Imperium procession. "They''re moving cautiously. NIPU''s Neutrality Laws keep them from causing a scene within city limits." He turned to Jabari with a sudden gleam in his eye. "You recall the maintenance bay we passed on our way here? The one with that rusted sign?"
"The shipyard?" Jabari frowned, his attention momentarily diverted. "No."
"Weren''t paying attention, eh?" Wilhelm''s lips curled into a knowing smile. "That was one of our few diplomatic outposts permitted in NIPU territory."
Fuuka''s eyebrows rose slightly. "You have a plan."
"I do." Wilhelm tapped his earpiece. "Seydou, this is Wilhelm. Requesting permission to access Nusantara maintenance facility and activate KM-233."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Say what?" Seydou''s agitated voice crackled through both their earpieces, his accent thickening with stress. "I just had that Scarab repaired and calibrated! Do you know how many tries it took me to realign the hydraulic servos after Azure Mount?"
"Ume''s been taken by the Imperium," Jabari cut in, his voice tight. "They have her, Seydou."
A beat of silence followed before Seydou''s tone shifted entirely. "What? How? When? The android with all the" He broke off, clearly agitated. "Lion''s blood, you two! Why didn''t you say so immediately?"
"Because some of us enjoy being dramatic," Celine''s cool, measured voice joined the conversation. "Lieutenant Adomako, deploying heavy weaponry within NIPU territory would cause a diplomatic incident of considerable magnitude. The Neutrality Accords are explicit about armed conflict in civilian sectors."
"So we just let them take her?" Jabari demanded, frustration building in his chest.
"I didn''t say that," Celine replied evenly. "We have protocols for extractions in neutral territory. Measured response, minimal visibility."
"Madam," Jabari countered, "by the time we''re through with bureaucratic protocols, Ume will be halfway to Taiwan."
"The Lieutenant has a point," Wilhelm added, his usual levity absent. "Time isn''t exactly on our side here."
A thoughtful pause followed before Celine spoke again. "Seydou, contact Kimaris HQ immediately. Tell them to prepare the Isazi for emergency deployment. Authorization code: ''Obsidian Elephant''."
"The Isazi?" Jabari repeated, confusion evident in his voice. "What''s that?"
Wilhelm''s expression shifted to something between anticipation and amusement. "Trust, Lieutenant. You''ll know when you see it."
Jabari''s pulse quickened as he nodded, his fingers drumming against the rooftop''s rough surface. "Wish they didn''t scatter our vehicles like that."
"All Kimaris equipment follows standard protocoldistributed maintenance facilities across neutral territories." Wilhelm winked, tapping his temple with one finger. "Insurance against exactly this sort of situation."
The three of them crouched lower as a Bloodtrooper glanced upward, scanning the rooftops with military precision. Only after the crimson-armored figure turned away did Fuuka speak again.
"The NIPU authorities won''t permit armed conflict within city limits," she cautioned, her slender hands adjusting the folds of her kimono as her gaze followed the Imperium procession disappearing down a side street.
Ume glanced back once, her amber eyes scanning the rooftops desperately, a subtle tremor visible in her shoulders before Cheng Wei''s gauntleted hand clamped down, pushing her forward with unnecessary force.
"Then we wait until they''re beyond the Widodo Quarter," Wilhelm replied, sketching a quick, vague map in the dust beside them. "Once they enter the Borneo Lowland Rainforests, NIPU jurisdiction becomes..." he spread his hands with a roguish smile, "considerably more relaxed."
Jabari was already on his feet, checking his Nanosteel Combat Knife. The blade caught the moonlight as he slid it back into its sheath. "What are we waiting for?"
"Remember to stay alive," Fuuka said, rising gracefully beside him. Strands of her short silk-like hair framed her face in a way that softened her serene features. She reached up, briefly adjusting the collar of Jabari''s combat suit with unexpected closeness. "I''ll accompany you. My spells may prove useful against Imperium technology."
"Right. Okay!" Jabari took a breath too deep, feeling heat on his cheeks.
Wilhelm gave a theatrical sigh, brushing debris from his knees as he stood. His eyes darted between Jabari and Fuuka with mild amusement. "Better survive this and get back to a proper make-up dinner, eh?"
"Did you like the dinner, though?" Fuuka turned to Wilhelm suddenly, a grin brightening her fine crimson lips as she ran a hand through her sleek short hair.
"Would enjoy it a lot more if there weren''t so many knives pointing at us near the end." Wilhelm quipped, mimicking a blade thrust with his hand before checking his Plasma Handgun''s charge with a practiced flick of his wrist. "Though the beef was exceptional."
"Under another circumstance, I''d have taken you two out to somewhere more pleasant." Fuuka said as she too stood up, her gaze lingering on Jabari with unexpected warmth. She straightened her spine, her words with a playful lilt. "Maybe next time."
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22:07, February 10, 2295
Directorate Maintenance Facility, Eastern Industrial Zone, Nusantara
The maintenance bay was dimly lit and smelled of machine oil and damp concrete. Rows of deactivated equipment lined the walls Ologun exosuits in various states of repair, disassembled hoverbikes with their maglev wings partially dismantled, and at the far end, concealed beneath a massive tarpaulin, the unmistakable silhouette of a Scarab mech.
"Old Seydou would have a fit if he saw how the on-site engineers are storing his precious toys," Wilhelm muttered, approaching the security terminal. His fingers danced across the holographic interface with practiced efficiency. "Access code: Afronauts-Seven-Niner-Tungsten."
The terminal pulsed green, acknowledging the credentials. Throughout the bay, hydraulic systems hissed to life, maintenance drones scuttling from their charging stations as overhead lights brightened to full capacity.
"You think stand a chance? To save Ume from the Imperium?" Jabari asked, his eyes never leaving the tarpaulin-covered mech as robotic arms began methodically removing the heavy covering.
"We have enough time to power up and intercept them at the boundary, assuming they maintain protocol." Wilhelm checked a gadget on his wrist. "And obviously, with your Scarab, combat has just gotten a lot easier."
As the tarpaulin fell away, Jabari felt his breath catch. The Scarab his Scarabstood before them, its emerald carapace gleaming under the industrial lights. KM-233 was painted in gold across its right shoulder guard, the numerals partially obscured by recent repair work. Its six articulated legs were folded in their storage configuration, giving the mech a deceptively compact appearance despite its three-meter height.
"Fusion core at ninety-seven percent capacity?" Wilhelm observed, circling the machine and running a practiced hand along one of the mech''s jointed limbs. The armor plates shifted slightly under his touch, micro-hydraulics adjusting to external stimuli. "Good for emergency deployment. Seydou''s been busy."
"The last time I used it, some Imperial engineer tried to hack it," Jabari remarked, approaching his war machine with reverence. "Wasn''t sure it would ever run again."
Fuuka circled the bus-sized mech with evident curiosity, her fingers hovering centimeters from its surface without quite touching, as if sensing some invisible energy field. "Remarkable craftsmanship. The Directorate''s integration of traditional forms with advanced technologyit speaks to cultural wisdom."
She paused at the mech''s rear section, studying the intricate golden patterns etched into the emerald plating. "These are protection symbols, aren''t they? And a flower icon, too."
"You know Maridian symbols?" Jabari nodded appreciatively. "Each Scarab bears the symbols of its pilot''s lineage. Mine is a king protea."
"Well, it''s something alright," Wilhelm interjected, breaking their moment of cultural exchange. He tapped his earpiece, listening to incoming data. "Celine reports the Imperium convoy has altered course slightly. They''re heading northeast, toward the old logging routes. Smart less NIPU oversight in that sector."
Jabari approached the Scarab, placing his palm against the identification panel beneath the cockpit. The panel glowed blue, recognizing his biometric signature, and the cockpit hatch slid open with a pneumatic hiss. As it did, the mech''s legs began to unfold, hydraulics purring as the Scarab rose to its full operational height.
"How will you assist us without a weapon?" Jabari asked Fuuka, suddenly concerned.
She smiled enigmatically, reaching within her kimono sleeve. With a graceful movement, she produced an ornate hexagonal lantern nearly the size of her head. Its bronze framework enclosed panels of amber glass that seemed to capture and amplify the maintenance bay''s dim lighting. Intricate Indic scripts were etched into the metal, remaining dormant until the lantern began to pulse with inner light.
"My Spirit Lantern," Fuuka explained, her slender fingers wrapping around the braided handle. As she spoke, the lantern seemed to lighten, defying its substantial size as it floated upward to hover beside her shoulder. Its glow intensified, casting her face in warm golden light that accentuated her countenance. "Focus on your mission, Lieutenant. I''ll do my part."
The lantern''s substantial presence radiated power, its golden light bending around her to create an ephemeral aura reminiscent of sunlight filtering through forest canopy.
"Requested access to the hangar of my Aniomaauthorization came through." Wilhelm tapped his fingers on the golden Quantum Watch attached to his wrist, its holographic display projecting a three-dimensional map of the facility. He handed Fuuka a military-grade earpiece identical to Jabari''s: bean-sized, dark hued and malleable. "Added you to our comm channel. Didn''t think Amir would approve fraternizing with the enemy, eh?"
The Spirit Lantern pulsed once, an amber flare that seemed almost indignant as it hovered protectively near Fuuka''s shoulder.
"The Sand Lotus has many enemies, Major Wilhelm. The Directorate isn''t on that list tonight." Fuuka accepted the earpiece as she spoke.
"After a hospitable dinner like that, one can imagine how impressively long the list must be." Wilhelm quipped as he withdrew his hand.
"For now, Master Amir believes the Moondust data poses greater danger in Imperial hands than Directorate ones." Sliding the earpiece into her left ear with practiced ease, Fuuka continued. "Testing. One, two, three, four." she murmured, voice melodic even through the tactical channel.
"Signal acquired," came Celine''s immediate reply, cool and precise. "Dr. Celine Kamara speaking. I''m tracking three biosignatures and " A momentary pause. "one anomalous energy pattern I assume is your... lantern, Miss Natsukawa."
"Spirit Lantern," Fuuka corrected gently. "A focus for Solar psionics. I assure you it poses no threat to your systems."
"It''s already disrupting our LEOS scanner''s baseline readings," Celine countered. "While we appreciate the unexpected assistance, understand that if you compromise this mission or endanger my people, I''ll have orbital systems target you with enough plasma to turn that rainforest into glass."
Fuuka''s smile remained serene. "Such firepower would violate at least seventeen NIPU neutrality statutes. But your concern for your team is admirable, madam."
Wilhelm coughed, disguising what might have been a laugh.
"She''s got you there, Madame Celine," he muttered.
"An accurate assessment, Miss Natsukawa, which is why I''ll simply have your memory extracted instead," Celine replied without missing a beat. "Now, all of you, listen carefully. Imperium convoy has altered course toward the northeastern logging routes. Mapping intercept coordinates now."
The maintenance bay''s heavy doors groaned open, revealing the night sky beyond. In the distance, the lights of Nusantara painted the streets in hues of gold and azure. A faint rumble of thunder echoed from the rainforesta storm brewing both literally and figuratively.
A three-dimensional topographic display materialized in Jabari''s HUD, highlighting a clearing two kilometers beyond the city limits, with a secondary marker pulsing along a winding road through the rainforest.
"Seydou has the Isazi approaching low orbit," Celine continued. "ETA seventeen minutes to extraction point. With current wind conditions and Imperial convoy speed, you have a four-minute window to execute retrieval."
"We''ll get Ume, then rally there," Jabari confirmed, a calmness settling over him as mission parameters crystallized.
"Good. Be advised, however," Celine''s voice softened almost imperceptibly. "No engagement with Imperial forces until they cross the red boundary line on your map. NIPU Security is monitoring this sector with particular interest tonight."
"Why''s that?" Jabari asked.
"Because someone filed twelve requisition forms for fusion core maintenance on a diplomatic outpost at 22:00 hours," Celine replied dryly. "Seydou''s paperwork was... conspicuous."
Wilhelm winced. "Told him to be discreet."
"Conspicuous or not," Celine concluded, "don''t make me explain to Chairman Kofi why our newest lieutenant started an international incident. Execute the mission clean or don''t execute it at all."
"Understood," Jabari responded, determination hardening his voice. "We''ll bring Ume home."
Wilhelm backed toward a side exit, his hand resting on his holstered Plasma Handgun. "Weather conditions aren''t ideal, but nothing the Anioma can''t handle." He checked his golden watch. "Give or take, ten minutes until I join you."
Jabari climbed into the Scarab''s cockpit, the familiar confines wrapping around him. His hands found the manual controls, fingers tracing the worn grips as displays flickered to life around him. Status indicators blinked green across the boardweapons systems online, hydraulics responsive, fusion core purring with contained power.
Through the cockpit''s reinforced viewport, he watched Fuuka approach. She placed her palm against the Scarab''s armored leg, looking up at him. The Spirit Lantern hovered at her shoulder, its golden light creating a halo around her delicate features.
"You have concerns." she called up to him. It was not a question.
"I hope we''re not too late to save Ume." Jabari replied. He felt tightness his chest that had nothing to do with the Scarab''s environmental systems. Excitement? Anxiety? He could not know. "Any wise words?"
"Do not fear that which has not happened." she offered with a small smile. "Live fully in the now."
Jabari nodded once, unable to find the right words, and sealed the cockpit. The mech hummed to life around him, its massive form straightening to its full height, sensors and targeting systems coming online.
Through the exterior cameras, he watched Fuuka step back, noticing how her Spirit Lantern was pulsing in rhythm with her breathing. Her kimono billowed slightly in the breeze from the ventilation systems. She didn''t look remotely afraid as the multi-ton war machine towered above her, just calmly expectant.
"KM-233, online and operational," Jabari announced, his voice steady as training took over, engaging the Scarab''s forward motion. "For the Directorate."
Ch27.2 Jabari VII: Keep You Safe (Scene 2)
22:31, February 10, 2295
Widodo Quarter Perimeter, Borneo Lowland Rainforest, 3km from Nusantara
The rainforest canopy stretched before them, illuminated by Osram''s silvery glow above. From his elevated position on a ridge overlooking the forest edge, Jabari could see the Imperial dropshipa sleek, predatory craft with the Imperium''s dragon insignia emblazoned across its hull. Ten Bloodtroopers formed a perimeter around the vessel, their Thermal Battleaxes gleaming with barely contained energy.
Through the Scarab''s magnification systems, Jabari spotted Marisol standing at the dropship''s ramp, her Lever-Action Rifle resting casually against her shoulder. The Imperial officer, Cheng Wei, stood beside her, one hand firmly gripping Ume''s arm. Even from this distance, Jabari could see Ume struggling, her synthetic frame twisting against Cheng''s implacable hold.
"Targets in sight!" Jabari reported over the commlink. "They haven''t boarded yet."
"Remember priority is retrieving U6-M9 and the data she carries. Engage only as necessary." Celine''s voice crackled through the comm.
Fuuka''s voice joined the transmission. "I''ve positioned myself to provide support. Waiting for your signal."
Jabari scanned the trees below, catching a glimpse of Fuuka''s white kimono among the foliage. She''d moved with surprising speed through the dense undergrowth, establishing herself in a flanking position without being detected.
"Initiating approach," Jabari announced, easing the Scarab forward. The mech moved with grace despite its size, each step placed with deliberate care to minimize noise. The dense foliage provided some cover, but there was no disguising the Scarab''s impressive bulk once they reached the clearing.
As the first trees parted before the Scarab''s advance, Jabari saw Cheng Wei''s head snap up, the Seneschal''s instincts alerting him to the approaching threat. Marisol whirled, her Lever-Action Rifle coming up in one fluid motion.
"Contact!" Jabari shouted, activating the Scarab''s Plasma Spitter. The weapon hummed to life, emerald energy building at its muzzle.
The first Bloodtrooper barely had time to raise his Thermal Battleaxe before the Plasma Spitter unleashed its fury. Green bolts of concentrated energy tore through the night, striking the ground at the trooper''s feet. The intentional near-miss sent him scrambling for cover, buying Jabari precious seconds to close the distance.
"Cheng!" Jabari''s voice boomed through the Scarab''s external speakers. "Release Ume now!"
"The thieves return!" The Seneschal''s response was immediate and decisive. He shoved Ume toward the dropship''s ramp while drawing a ebony Kinetic Crossbow from his back. The weapon discharged with a sharp crack, the bolt flying towards the Scarab''s armored carapace.
"Protect the asset!" Marisol shouted, her Lever-Action Rifle barking once, twice in rapid succession. The high-caliber rounds pinged against the Scarab''s reinforced plating, damaging it.
Jabari pushed the controls forward, the Scarab surging across the clearing with surprising speed. Its massive legs crushed undergrowth beneath them, hydraulics hissing with each powerful stride. A Bloodtrooper moved to intercept, Thermal Battleaxe raised high, only to be swept aside by one of the mech''s articulated limbs.
"Jabari!" Ume''s voice cut through the chaos, her amber eyes wide with hope and fear.
"Hold on, Ume!" He called back, the Scarab''s sensors tracking multiple hostiles converging on their position. Two more Bloodtroopers moved to flank him, their axes leaving trails of superheated air as they slashed at the Scarab''s legs.
The mech''s armor held, but warning indicators flashed across Jabari''s display. The heat signatures from the Thermal Battleaxes were intense enough to potentially damage the Scarab''s hydraulic systems with prolonged exposure.
"Slbrenna Eldr!" Fuuka''s voice rang out from the tree line, followed by a blinding flash of golden light. A beam of concentrated Solar energy lanced across the clearing, striking one of the Bloodtroopers square in the chest. The man went down hard, his armor smoking from the impact.
"Nice shot!" Jabari called out, using the distraction to maneuver the Scarab closer to the dropship.
Cheng Wei had positioned himself between Jabari and Ume, his stance widening as he prepared to face the oncoming mech. Even against the towering Scarab, the Seneschal showed no fear, his eyes narrowing with determination.
"Your persistence is admirable, Directorate dog," Cheng called out, his voice carrying effortlessly across the clearing. "But this Da-Ji is Imperium property."
"She''s not a property!" Jabari countered, bringing the Scarab to a halt mere meters from the Seneschal. He could have easily crushed Cheng beneath the mech''s massive feet, but Ume was too closeany miscalculation could harm her.
The standoff lasted only seconds before Marisol made her move. With precision, she took aim not at the Scarab, but at something in the trees behind it. Her Lever-Action Rifle discharged with a thunderous report.
"Fuuka!" Jabari called out as he heard a pained cry from the direction of Marisol''s shot.
"Take the Sand Lotus witch," Marisol instructed coldly, working the lever to chamber another round. "Then deal with the mech."
Three Bloodtroopers immediately broke away, charging toward Fuuka''s position with Thermal Battleaxes raised. Through the Scarab''s external cameras, Jabari glimpsed Fuuka slumped against a massive tree trunk, her white kimono darkening with crimson around her left shoulder. The Spirit Lantern hovered protectively, its light dimming as if sharing its master''s pain.
"Lieutenant!" Celine''s voice crackled through the comm, "don''t get distracted. Primary objective is retrieving the android."
"But!" His hands tightened on the controls. "Fuuka''s injured"
"And capable of healing herself," Celine cut in. "Focus on U6-M9."
From a few meters away, Cheng Wei seized the moment of distraction, launching himself forward. The Seneschal covered the distance to the Scarab in a blur of motion, leaping onto one of the mech''s articulated legs. His gauntleted hands found purchase on the emerald plating, denting the metal with each powerful grip.
Warning indicators flashed red across Jabari''s display as Cheng began climbing toward the cockpit. The Scarab''s right leg servos registered strain under Cheng''s unnatural strength, joints grinding as the man pulled himself upward.
"Get off my Scarab!" Jabari slammed the controls forward, driving the Scarab into a sudden sprint. The massive mech''s legs extended to full stride, each thunderous step shaking the clearing as Jabari aimed for the dropship. If he could reach Ume first...
But Cheng Wei clung tenaciously to the Scarab''s chassis, one hand digging into an access panel to maintain his grip. With his free hand, he swung a weapon different from what his lackeys wielded.
Jabari''s eyes narrowed in recognition. A Thermal Spear-Axea devastating Imperial weapon that combined the piercing capabilities of a spear with the destructive power of a Thermal Battleaxe. The weapon''s double-headed blade glowed with a menacing crimson heat that could melt through reinforced plating. "Your end is here," he declared.
The superheated blade plunged into one of the Scarab''s hydraulic junctions, and alarms shrieked through the cockpit as pressure dropped in the right rear leg. The mech lurched sideways, compensating systems struggling to maintain balance as hydraulic fluid vaporized on contact with the weapon''s edge.
At the dropship, Marisol pushed Ume roughly up the ramp. "Get it secured!" she barked at the remaining Bloodtroopers before turning back to face the approaching Scarab, her Lever-Action Rifle raised.
"Come on, youve got this," Jabari muttered, more to himself than anyone else. He activated the Scarab''s emergency maneuver protocol, a desperate gambit.
The Scarab''s legs locked suddenly, and its massive torso rotated a full one-hundred-eighty degrees with brutal speed. The centrifugal force was enough to dislodge even Chengs superhuman grip. The Seneschal was flung through the air, tumbling across the clearing before rolling to his feet.
Seizing the momentary reprieve, Jabari targeted the Bloodtroopers guarding the dropship''s ramp. The Plasma Spitter whirred to life, emerald bolts streaking across the distance. Two Bloodtroopers went down immediately, their armor melting under the concentrated energy.
Through his external mic, Jabari caught Ume''s desperate cry: "Jabari! Save me!
She struggled against her captors, her petite frame twisting as she fought to break free. One Bloodtrooper fell down the ramp as Ume''s elbow connected with his helmet, the strength of the blow suggesting more than mere chance.
But Marisol was there, her rifle''s stock slamming into Ume''s back, driving the android to her knees.
"Lieutenant!" Wilhelm''s voice burst through the comm channel. "Coming in hot from the north! Get clear of the dropship!"
Jabari glanced up, spotting a sleek silhouette descending rapidly through the night sky. The Anioma jet screamed toward the clearing, its distinctive triangular form cutting through the darkness like an emerald arrowhead. Its twin vertical stabilizers rose proudly from the rear fuselage, emblazoned with the Directorate''s insignia in gleaming gold against the verdant hull.
The craft''s aerodynamic hull caught Osram''s silvery light, highlighting its armored plating. Powerful fusion engines glowed with an amber brilliance at the rear of each wing, leaving ionized trails through the night air.
"Weapons hot," Wilhelm announced, his voice tight with concentration. "Clearing a path!"
The Anioma''s forward-mounted Plasma Cannons lit up the darkness as they discharged, aureate energy streaking toward the Imperial dropship. The shots struck not the vessel itself, but the ground before it, churning earth and vegetation into superheated chaos that forced the remaining Bloodtroopers to scatter.
Marisol dove away from the barrage, dragging Ume with her as debris rained down around them. In one fluid motion, she braced against a fallen tree, raised her Lever-Action Rifle, and fired two precise shots upward at the Anioma. Unlike standard ammunition, her rounds punched through the jet''s emerald armor plating, leaving a trail of sparking damage across its underside.
"Taking fire!" Wilhelm''s voice crackled through the comm, tension evident in his tone. "Port-side stabilizer breached! These aren''t standard rounds, hey?"
The Anioma banked hard, smoke trailing from the damaged section as Wilhelm fought to maintain control. Despite the hit, he executed a turn, the craft''s angular design slicing through the air as he prepared for another pass.
"Targeting systems still operational," he reported, voice steadying as training took over. "Coming around for another run!"
"Anti-vehicle munitions," Celine''s voice came. "Custom-loaded high-density penetrators. Been seeing lots of those since the Svalbard Concordat."
Jabari''s eyes widened as he watched Marisol work the lever to chamber another round. "She used the same weapon on Fuuka," he said, the Scarab''s legs shifting as he positioned for a better angle. "Direct hit to the shoulder"
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"That explains why it wasn''t immediately lethal," Celine replied, tone cold and analytical. "Those rounds are designed to pierce armor, not maximize tissue damage."
The Anioma''s elongated nose dipped as Wilhelm brought it around for another attack run, emerald hull gleaming despite the fresh damage. "Luck''s running thin," Wilhelm called. "I''d appreciate a distraction for the rifle-wielding lady!"
Jabari pushed the Scarab forward with fierce determination, the mech''s damaged hydraulics protesting as he charged toward Marisol. The woman had just chambered another round in her Lever-Action Rifle, its polished wooden stock braced against her shoulder as she took aim at Wilhelm''s Anioma.
"Marisol!" Jabari''s voice boomed through the Scarab''s external speakers, fury evident in every syllable. "Give Ume back, or die!"
The Scarab''s massive legs crushed undergrowth with each thundering step as Jabari closed the distance. Marisol pivoted smoothly, her expression coldly professional as she redirected her aim from the sky to his mech, the rifle''s ornate barrel tracking his movement.
"Bold words from a boy in a glorified toy," the Novian replied, her cultured voice carrying across the clearing.
Marisol''s rifle discharged with a thunderous crack, the specialized round striking the Scarab with pinpoint accuracy. The impact sent shockwaves through the cockpit, and Jabari''s control panel erupted in cascading errors. Warning indicators flashed across his HUD as systems went haywire, tactical overlays dissolving into meaningless pixelated chaos.
"Ekwensu!" Jabari slammed his palm against the console, frantically trying to clear the scrambled displays. "Break through. Break through!"
Marisol chambered another round with practiced efficiency, her movements unhurried despite the multi-ton war machine bearing down on her. This time, her aim shifted lower, targeting the joint where the Scarab''s right front leg connected to its main chassis.
The second shot struck. The entire mech lurched sideways as hydraulic fluid sprayed from the damaged connection, the Scarab''s leg suddenly locking at an awkward angle. Mobility warnings blared through the cockpit as the stabilization systems struggled to compensate.
Marisol''s lips curved into the barest hint of a smile as she worked the lever once more, raising the rifle for a killing shot.
"Your fusion core is exposed." she called out, finger tightening on the trigger. "Any last words, Scarab Rider?"
It was then that Jabari felt ita warm energy washing over the Scarab''s battered frame. The sensation was unlike anything he''d experienced before, as if the mech were suddenly wrapped in a cocoon of liquid sunlight. The cockpit illuminated with a soft golden glow that seemed to emanate from the very air around him.
"Slskj?ldr V?rn!" Fuuka''s voice rang out from somewhere to his right, clear and focused despite her injury.
Marisol fired her third shot. The high-caliber round streaked toward the Scarab''s exposed coreonly to disintegrate into glittering dust as it struck an invisible barrier of shimmering golden energy that had materialized around the mech.
Through the Scarab''s external cameras, Jabari saw Fuuka standing at the edge of the clearing, her white kimono stained with blood but her stance unwavering. Her Spirit Lantern hovered at her shoulder, pulsing with intense light as she maintained the Solar Shield surrounding Jabari''s mech.
"Strike now!" Fuuka called to him over the comm, her voice strained with effort. "I cannot hold this forever!"
"Thank you!" Jabari surged forward, the Scarab responding to his commands despite its damaged leg. With Fuuka''s golden barrier shimmering around its emerald chassis, each step felt purposeful and unstoppable. The remaining Bloodtroopers scattered before him, but quickly regrouped as Cheng Wei bellowed orders from across the clearing.
"Protect Operative Marisol!" The Seneschal''s voice cut through the chaos, his cybernetically enhanced muscles propelling him back into the fray.
Four Bloodtroopers formed a defensive line, their Thermal Battleaxes raised in unison. Behind them, Marisol continued dragging Ume toward the dropship, the android struggling against her captor''s iron grip.
"Want a fight? Have it!" Jabari shouted, feeling invincible within Fuuka''s protective aura. The Scarab''s Plasma Spitter whirred to life, green energy building at its muzzle.
The first Bloodtrooper fell as emerald bolts tore through his armor, but the others advanced with disciplined coordination. One swung his Thermal Battleaxe at the Scarab''s damaged leg, the superheated blade barely deflected by Fuuka''s barrier. Another leapt onto the mech''s chassis, mimicking Cheng''s earlier tactic.
"Contain the Scarab! Keep its attention." Cheng himself circled to the Scarab''s flank, his movements calculated and precise. He waited for an opening, his Spear-Axe held at the ready, the weapon''s crimson glow casting eerie shadows across his determined face. The specialized weapon''s twin cores hummed. Despite his men''s faltering formation, the Seneschal smiled.
Suddenly unaware of Marisol and Ume, Jabari pivoted the Scarab, focusing his attention on the immediate threats. The Bloodtrooper clinging to his mech went flying as Jabari executed a rapid spin, while the Plasma Spitter kept the others at bay. Seeing Cheng approaching, Jabari redirected his firepower toward the Seneschal. "Not afraid of dying, huh?"
"Lieutenant Adomako!" Celine''s voice cracked through the comm with unprecedented urgency. "What are you doing? Abandon the skirmish!"
"I''m taking them down!" Jabari replied, the Scarab''s legs churning earth as he maneuvered to keep Cheng in his sights. "They get in my way, they die!"
"Your window for extraction is closing!" Celine''s tone left no room for argument. "Retrieve U6-M9! That''s an order!"
"Anansi, what was I doing?" Across the clearing, he glimpsed Marisol pushing Ume up the dropship''s ramp, the android''s amber eyes wide with desperation.
"I''ll clear your path!" Wilhelm''s voice joined the channel.
The Anioma screamed overhead, its damaged hull still maintaining impressive agility as Wilhelm brought it around for another pass. This time, instead of targeting the ground, he focused the jet''s forward cannons directly on the remaining Bloodtroopers.
Golden-hued plasma rained down in a precise barrage, creating a corridor of destruction between Jabari and the dropship. One Bloodtrooper went down immediately, their armor melting under the concentrated energy, while two other scrambled for cover. Cheng Wei was forced to dive aside.
"Path clear!" Wilhelm announced, banking the Anioma sharply to avoid Marisol''s retaliatory shot. "Now or never, Lieutenant!"
Jabari didn''t hesitate. The Scarab surged forward through the gap Wilhelm had created, its damaged leg dragging but functional. Marisol saw him coming and raised her rifle, but her grip on Ume loosened just enough while taking aim.
The android seized the opportunity. Her synthetic features strained as she twisted violently in Marisol''s grasp.
Wilhelm''s Anioma swept past once more, forcing Marisol to duck. Ume broke free, stumbling forward just as Jabari reached the dropship''s ramp.
"Ume!" Jabari extended the Scarab''s manipulator arm, open and ready.
Ume threw herself to the ground as the Scarab''s massive form interposed itself between her and Marisol. With precision, Jabari extended the mech''s pair of frontal arms, closing around Ume''s slender form.
"I''ve got you," he said, his voice softened with relief as he lifted her, sprinting away in his mech.
"Behind!" Ume cried, her amber eyes wide with alarm.
Jabari spun the Scarab just in time to see Cheng Wei charging toward them, his face contorted with rage. The Seneschal''s Thermal Spear-Axe was raised high, its twin blades pulsing with destructive energy as he aimed directly at the Scarab''s vulnerable hydraulic joints.
"Oh no you don''t," Jabari muttered, his hands flying across the controls.
The Scarab''s Sun Moon Cannon hummed to life, energy building in its barrel with a high-pitched whine. Unlike the rapid-fire Plasma Spitter, the cannon required precious seconds to chargetime Jabari knew he didn''t have as Cheng closed the distance.
Just as the Seneschal prepared to launch himself at the Scarab''s legs, a brilliant flash of golden light erupted from Jabari''s left. Fuuka stood with both hands extended, her kimono billowing around her as waves of solar energy pulsed from her palms.
"Slskj?ldr V?rn!" she cried, her voice carrying the weight of ancient power, her Spirit Lantern glowing next to her.
A barrier of shimmering golden energy materialized between Cheng and the Scarab, the shield''s surface rippling like sunlight on water.
Cheng slammed into it at full speed, the impact sending him staggering backward with a cry of pain. "Dragon''s dong!" he swore.
"Your Sun Moon Cannon!" Fuuka called, her hands shaking with the effort of maintaining the barrier. "Aim it at the ground!"
"You..." Jabari could feel his heart skipping a beat as he turned to Fuuka. "How did you know about our tech "
"No time to explain!" Fuuka shot back.
The Sun Moon Cannon reached half charge, its barrel glowing with barely concentrated azure energy.
"Madame Celine?" Confused, Jabari asked over the comm.
"Do it, Jabari!" Celine''s response was instant.
"The ground. The ground," Jabari muttered as he took careful aim, not at Cheng or the Bloodtroopers, but at the ground before the dropship. The cannon discharged with a thunderous boom, releasing a torrent of destructive energy that carved a smoking crater in the earth.
The shockwave knocked the remaining Imperial forces off their feet, sending them sprawling across the clearing. The dropship itself rocked on its landing struts, its hull undamaged but its position precarious at the edge of the newly-formed crater.
"Time to go," Jabari announced, the Scarab''s powerful legs already carrying them away from the chaos. He cradled Ume carefully in one of the mech''s arms, ensuring she was secure against the jolting movement.
"Fuuka, come along!" he called, extending the Scarab''s other arm toward her.
She hesitated only briefly before declining, waving off the mechanical limb that attempted to lift her clear of the ground. Bloodtroopers were already regrouping, Thermal Battleaxes picked up slowly as they prepared to pursue once more.
"I must return to Master Amir." the Sand Lotus healer shook her head, voice bittersweet, her hair fluttering in the wind as she brushed a loose strand from her face. "Find the Crystal. We will speak again."
Jabari hesitated, his hands hovering over the Scarab''s controls. Through the external cameras, he could see Fuuka standing amid the chaos, her slender form somehow untouchable despite the Imperial forces regrouping around her. The Spirit Lantern''s golden light cast intricate shadows across her face.
"We will speak again." he leaned forward in his seat.
She stepped backward, her form already beginning to blur as she vanished into the shadows of the rainforest, her Spirit Lantern the last to disappear, like a fading star.
"Lieutenant! Move your mech!" Seydou''s high-pitched, energetic voice suddenly erupted over the comm channel, nearly deafening Jabari with its volume. "Celine''s already onboard. Extraction is thirty seconds out! THIRTY SECONDS! Do you have any idea how much paperwork I had to complete for this operation?"
"Seydou, uh," snapped back to reality, Jabari said, looking around. "Yes, sir!"
The night sky above them suddenly illuminated with pulsing emerald lights, accompanied by the thunderous whine of massive turbines. Wind whipped across the clearing as something enormous descended through the cloud layer.
Jabari turned the Scarab, his breath catching as he looked upward. The Isazi materialized from the darkness, its colossal form resembling a medieval era blimp, eclipsing the stars above. The vessel''s obsidian hull was illuminated by strips of emerald running along its length, highlighting its silhouette against the night sky. Its pointed prow gleamed with verdant glow, the reinforced viewports reflecting Osram''s silvery light.
The ship''s massive anti-gravity engines emitted an eerie pale green luminescence as they held the behemoth steady. Multiple loading bays began to open along its ventral surface, their hydraulic doors revealing cavernous interiors bathed in the same emerald light that adorned the ship''s exterior.
"Beautiful, isn''t she?" Wilhelm''s voice came through the comm, his Anioma already banking toward the hovering leviathan. "The Isazi. Pride of the Kimaris Warband''s planetary extraction capabilities. Fueled entirely by Helionite."
The vessel dwarfed both the Scarab and Anioma, its segmented hull bristling with defensive turrets and sensor arrays. Despite its intimidating size, the Isazi moved with surprising grace, repositioning itself directly above their location with precision that belied its bulk.
A massive cylinder of emerald light suddenly enveloped the Scarab, bathing Jabari''s cockpit in an otherworldly glow. The mech''s systems responded with a series of soft chimes as external gravity sensors registered the change.
"Anti-grav tractor engaged," Seydou''s voice announced over the comm. "Prepare for extraction, Lieutenant Adomako."
The sensation was disorientinga gradual lightening of the Scarab''s substantial weight until Jabari felt the mech begin to lift from the ground.
Below, Marisol and Cheng Wei emerged from behind the damaged dropship, their expressions twisted with fury as they watched their quarry slipping away. Marisol raised her rifle once more, but the Isazi''s ebony steel plate proved impervious to her shots.
"Until we next meet, villains," Jabari murmured, watching as the distance between them and the Imperial forces grew.
In the Scarab''s manipulator arm, Ume stirred, her amber eyes focusing on Jabari through the cockpit viewport. Her synthetic fingers curled against the mech''s metal arm.
"Are we safe now?" Her voice came through the Scarab''s external microphones, soft but clear against the background roar of the Isazi''s engines.
Jabari opened the cockpit, allowing the night air to wash over him as they continued to ascend. "We are!" he replied, offering her a smile, exhausted but triumphant. "You''re coming with us, Ume. No one''s taking you back there."
Over the comm, Seydou''s excited voice cut through the moment. "So, where to next, Madame Celine? We''ve got a half-dozen potential extraction points lined up. Ndovu Zenith? The HQ back in Abidjan? Mars-side safe house?"
"Our destination will depend entirely on what we find in U6-M9''s positronic brain," Celine replied, her tone measured and analytical. "If the data proves accurate, we may begin our search for the Moondust Crystal immediately."
Ume tilted her head, unable to hear the conversation through the comm channel. Her kimono fluttered in the artificial wind created by their ascent, strands of her synthetic hair dancing around her delicate features.
"What will happen to me now?" she asked, looking up at Jabari with her amber eyes. "What will your peopledo with me?"
Jabari considered his words carefully, aware of her fragility in this moment.
"My team will want to know what''s in your memory," he said, extending his hand toward her, palm up. "But whatever happens, I''ll keep you safe. I promise!"
Ch28 Dilinur IV: Golden Threads
02:17, February 12, 2295
Prefect''s Study, No. 1 Zhongshan S Rd, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
Dilinur stared at the severed tentacle floating in the amber suspension fluid of her Genome Sequencer. The appendage''s mottled surface caught the light, displaying a sickly pattern of grays and purples beneath a coating of dried white residue. Its tip ended in a jagged tear where it had been forcibly separated from its owner.
"Analyze genetic structure," she commanded, her voice carrying the authority expected of an Imperium Prefect. Even an Unblooded.
The machine hummed to life. Holographic displays materialized above the cylinder, projecting a three-dimensional representation of the specimen''s DNA alongside rapidly scrolling data.
"Cross-reference with known Radi-Mon variants. Keyword: ''Fenris'', ''Jokull'', ''Tiamat'', ''Rakshasa''" Dilinur''s eyes tracked the information, her mind cataloging each deviation from standard human genome markers as she recited name of each horde, placing a hand to her forehead, she managed a sigh before uttering the last one. "and ''Incubus''."
"Cross-referencing," the machine responded, its voice a neutral feminine tone. "Match found: 78% similarity to Fenris Horde genetic markers. Subject designation: Draug reproductive appendage."
Dilinur''s expression remained unchanged, but her fingers tightened slightly around the edge of her obsidian desk. "Specify Draug variant."
The scrolling data paused, reorganized, then continued at a faster pace. "Genetic structure suggests Alpha-class Draug, Primarch level. Anomalous sequences detected."
"Subject S," Dilinur whispered, the name feeling like ash on her tongue.
She leaned closer to examine the dried white residue coating the tentacle''s tip. After losing so many underlings to Skarn, this severed appendage was the only physical evidence they''d recovered.
"Analyze residue composition." she ordered.
The machine''s scanners pulsed with orange light. "Primary component: Fenris Horde reproductive fluid. Secondary trace elements detected: human saliva."
Dilinur''s eyebrows lifted slightly. "Extract DNA profile from saliva trace and cross-reference with Imperial Citizen Database."
"Extracting." The machine worked silently for several seconds. "No match found in Imperial Citizen Database. Subject is non-Imperial."
She reached for a steaming cup of jasmine tea on her desk, taking a measured sip as she considered the implications.
"Approximate time since sample separation from host."
"Based on cellular degradation, sample was separated approximately 37 hours ago."
The timeline matched. Skarn had escaped from Amber Moon Spire at the same time that Xin did alongside they knew whom. Dilinur rose from her chair and approached the Genome Sequencer, studying the floating tentacle.
The implications sent a cold thread of unease through her. If Skarn had used this appendage for its intended purpose...
"Save all analysis data," she ordered, returning to her desk. "Priority classification: Amber."
"Data saved. Amber classification protocols engaged."
Dilinur opened a secure terminal connection and began typing her initial findings. Whatever had happened at Terminal 4, Skarn was dangerous enough on his own. If he had begun spreading the Nucleus Virus through direct contact, the situation was even worse than she had initially reported to Governor Qin.
The thought of facing the Governor''s displeasure made her jaw tighten. As an Unblooded, her position was precarious enough without multiple failures on her record. She needed more information before presenting her next reportinformation that might mitigate the damage to her standing.
Behind her, the Genome Sequencer continued its silent analysis, the tentacle floating like a grotesque specimen in a museum of horrors.
The doors to Dilinur''s study slid open without warning. Iron Roach strode in, his metallic frame catching the muted light from the recessed ceiling panels. Red sunglasses concealed his eyes, but the upward curl of his lips suggested amusement at her startled glance.
"Working late again, Dinu?" he asked, stepping aside to reveal Kaori Ouyang. "Or perhaps early. Hard to tell with you."
Kaori entered with measured steps, her amber eyes assessing the room before settling on Dilinur. Unlike Roach''s casual disregard for protocol, she offered a formal bowprecise to the degree required for addressing an Unblooded superior. Not a centimeter deeper.
"Prefect Altai," Kaori greeted, straightening. Her black silk robe whispered against the polished floor as she moved further into the study. "We''ve returned with... interesting developments."
"I assume you''ve had a productive night, then?" Dilinur closed her terminal with a subtle gesture, focusing her attention on the pair. "Like the Peons cleaning up Songnei Starport?"
"Ha! Fuck the Peons. Lazy good-for-nothings." Iron Roach remarked before making a defiant snort, the sound disturbing. He produced a small black lacquered box from his jacket pocket, setting it on Dilinur''s desk with an uncharacteristic care.
"It''s from the Alliance bitch," he said, the crude term delivered with cultivated casualness. "Lorna Weiss."
Dilinur kept her expression neutral despite her surprise. "Where?"
"Terminal 5," Kaori replied, her voice tightening. "She slaughtered ten of our Bloodtroopers before we arrived."
"Dinu''s Bloodtroopers." Roach corrected, emphasis subtle but unmistakable, raising a finger. "If they served me, they''d be a lot tougher, and a lot less stupid."
Dilinur ignored the jab and reached for the box. "And this contains?"
"A souvenir," Kaori said, bitterness edging her perfect diction. "A strand of her hair. We nearly had her, but her Alliance dogs came to the rescue."
Dilinur opened the box. Inside, resting on black velvet, lay the strand of blonde hair. It caught the light, revealing softer wheat blonde among deeper gold.
"How did you confirm it''s hers?" Dilinur asked.
"Fucking Dinu, really?" Iron Roach laughed. "This is the Imperium. How many blondies can there be?"
"Answer my question." Dilinur stared into his crimson sunglasses, unwavering.
"We had her restrained," Roach''s artificial face twisted into something approaching pleasure at the memory. "Quite thoroughly, too. Until your egghead crashed through the glass wall with his green car. He''s got that Valoran with him. Thomas Men Donut something? That punk from the Shanghai operation with both of his silver arms."
"Thomas ''the Obelisk'' Mendoza," Dilinur mused. "Interesting."
"They were quick," Kaori added, the admission clearly painful. "And their shuttle pilot..." Her hand drifted to a half-healed bruise at her temple. "...skilled."
"I see." Dilinur took the strand from the box and approached the Genome Sequencer. "Did either of you notice anything unusual about Weiss?"
"Besides being crazy as shit?" Roach leaned against the wall, the deliberate casualness a form of disrespect. "Didn''t even bother using weapons. Didn''t the dossier said she''s good with 10mm and Psi-toe eh, that stupid laser sword thing. You know?"
"Not that," Dilinur placed the hair into a second analysis chamber of the Genome Sequencer. "Physical symptoms."
Kaori and Roach exchanged a glance.
"Her eyes," Kaori said finally. "They were unfocused. She looked at the sky several times. Eye-rolling behaviors during spell casting."
Dilinur faced the Sequencer as she spoke. "Extract DNA profile and compare with saliva sample from previous specimen."
The machine hummed.
Roach straightened, suddenly interested. "Could''ve sworn this thing couldn''t talk the last time you used it."
"Had my Peons upgrade it after we processed the last Sand Lotus rebel. Less painful than needing to type." Dilinur added nonchalantly.
"Processing," the computer announced. "Match confirmed. 99.8% genetic identity."
A heavy silence fell over the room.
"Well, Dragon''s dong," Iron Roach said, pushing away from the wall. "The Alliance bitch fucked Subject S!"
"Jun has been avenged in ways I couldn''t imagine," Kaori''s voice held strange satisfaction. "She''ll become one of them now."
"Saliva, though. Means oral contact." Iron Roach added, his tone clinical as he put a hand to his chin. "She must have been forced"
"Enough speculation," Dilinur cut him off, studying the genetic comparison displayed above her desk. "What matters is that Lorna Weiss has been exposed to the Nucleus Virus through Skarn. If her symptoms match what you''ve described... transformation may already be underway."
Kaori''s features composed themselves, but her amber eyes betrayed a spark of vindictive pleasure. "A shame we couldn''t capture her. Observing her transformation would have provided valuable data."
"Indeed," Dilinur agreed, her mind already calculating the implications. "Another Radi-Mon serving the Imperial Legion would have been advantageous."
"And watching her suffer would have been satisfying," Kaori added softly, almost to herself.
Dilinur pretended not to hear, focusing instead on the analysis results. The strand of hair was unmistakably from the same individual who had left saliva on Skarn''s reproductive appendage. Whatever had transpired between them, the consequences could reshape the balance of power between the Alliance and the Imperium.
And perhaps, Dilinur thought privately, her own standing within the Golden Serpent Circle.
"If she transforms completely, she''ll become a Hundkynda," Dilinur said, turning from the displays to face her subordinates. "A broodmother capable of accelerating Fenris Horde reproduction rate by 690%."
Iron Roach folded his arms across his chest, the servos in his cybernetic limbs whirring softly. "You think Skarn planned this specifically? Targeting a Psi Lynx?"
"Skarn may be a monster, but he''s not mindless," Dilinur replied, her fingers dancing across the Genome Sequencer''s interface. "Lorna Weiss possesses exceptional psionic capabilities. Any offspring she produces as a Hundkynda would inherit those traits."
Kaori''s expression hardened. "Hundreds, or even thousands of psionic Radi-Mons. The Alliance wouldn''t stand a chance." She paused, amber eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Neither would we, if they turned against us."
The machine completed its deep analysis, projecting new data above the desk. Dilinur studied the molecular structure with practiced precision.
"Something unusual in the genetic markers," she noted, zooming in on a specific sequence. "This pattern hereit''s inconsistent with standard Fenris virus transmission."
"Meaning?" Roach prompted, his tone suggesting impatience rather than curiosity.
Dilinur magnified the display further. "The virus appears to have mutated upon contact with Weiss''s DNA. This is only possible if the infected human is" she paused, realization dawning. "a Nordling."
"That even possible?" Roach grimaced. "The Alliance''s scared shitless of Nordlings after ''84. She wouldn''t make two days before they lock her up or deport her."
"Is the mutation significant?" Kaori asked, stepping closer to examine the projection.
"Potentially," Dilinur responded, her focus unwavering from the display. "If the virus has modified itself to better integrate with her specific genetic structure, the transformation could be accelerated. Or..." she paused, considering the implications. "...it could manifest differently from standard Hundkynda conversion."
Iron Roach scoffed. "Different or not, the Alliance loses a valuable asset, and the Fenris Horde gains a powerful breeder."
"A strategic victory for us either way," Kaori added, smoothing an invisible wrinkle from her silk robe. "Though I''d have preferred to witness her deterioration personally."
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Dilinur closed the magnified display with a gesture, returning to the broader genetic comparison. "We need to monitor Alliance communications. If Lorna has begun transforming, they''ll likely transfer her to a secure facility. That information could be valuable to us."
"I''ll have my scouts redirect resources," Kaori offered in her casual tone as Roach paced towards a window nearby.
"Do it," Dilinur ordered, turning back to face them fully. "Anything else about your encounter with Lorna? I want every observation, no matter how insignificant it seemed at the time."
Kaori hesitated, a crack in her composure. "There were Radi-Mons at Terminal 5 as well. They seemed protective of her."
"Protective?" Dilinur''s interest sharpened. "Elaborate."
"Bone Fiends and Skuggrs," Kaori explained. "They formed a perimeter around her, attacking us while ignoring her completely. Some even positioned themselves between her and our forces."
"As if they recognized her as one of their own," Iron Roach added. "Or at least, what she''s becoming."
"If the Fenris Horde is already acknowledging her, Skarn may be attempting to establish direct psionic contact." Dinu commented. "The Hivemind could be influencing her even now."
"If this ''Hivemind'' even exists," Roach shook his head with a grin. "Some theoradical cosmic brainwave thing coordinating all Radi-Mon hordes in the Five Realms? Sounds like stupid Valoran fiction to me."
"A shame," Kaori said, her features mocking disappointment. "I had hoped her end would be more prolonged. If Skarn claims her quickly, she''ll be spared the full experience of losing her humanity."
"Your personal vendetta is noted, Kaori," Dilinur replied coolly. "But our concern is strategic implication, not your satisfaction."
Kaori''s eyes flashed with momentary anger before she lowered her gaze respectfully. "Of course, Prefect. My apologies."
Iron Roach shifted, his mechanical joints making barely audible adjustments. "Should we alert Governor Qin about these developments?"
"Not yet," Dilinur decided. "We need more information. And we need to address our other complication."
"The missing android," Roach nodded. "I''ve called Marisol and Cheng, alright. Let''s see the little birds report on their failure."
Dilinur noted his choice of wordstheir failure, not oursbut let it pass. The subtle distancing was expected from a veteran Golden Serpent when things went wrong.
"Very good," she said, returning to her desk and reactivating her terminal. "Have them join us in Conference Room Three in fifteen minutes. Shazmeen should be included as well."
"Secretary Varma is...unavailable," Kaori said, her tone carefully neutral. "She''s attending to matters for Governor Qin personally."
The implication hung in the air, requiring no elaboration. Shazmeen''s position as the Governor''s concubine was common knowledge, though rarely discussed openly.
"I see," Dilinur replied, equally neutral. "Then we''ll proceed without her. Fifteen minutes, Conference Room Three."
Kaori bowed precisely not a centimeter deeper than protocol required before turning to leave. Iron Roach lingered a moment longer, his artificial face unreadable behind his red sunglasses.
"You know, Dinu," he said casually, "some might view multiple failures in such quick succession as...unfortunate timing for an Unblooded Prefect."
Dilinur met his gaze steadily. "Others might view it as an opportunity to demonstrate competence under pressure. Fifteen minutes, Roach."
"Hmph. Just telling you how it is." His lips quirked in what might have been amusement before he inclined his headless than a bow, barely an acknowledgmentand followed Kaori from the room.
Alone again, Dilinur allowed herself a single deep breath. The tentacle floating in amber fluid seemed to pulse in the chamber''s light, a grim reminder of the threats converging around her.
03:30, February 12, 2295
Conference Room 3, No. 1 Zhongshan S Rd, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
Conference Room Three embodied Imperial efficiency rather than opulence. Obsidian walls absorbed sound and light equally, creating an atmosphere of contained focus. The polished table that dominated the space was shaped like a perfect hexagon, its surface reflecting the recessed lighting with mirror precision.
Dilinur seated herself at the primary position, facing the door, her back to the alcove. In Imperial protocol, the highest-ranking official sat the furthest away from the entrance.
Iron Roach and Kaori entered together, taking positions to her left.
The center of the table hummed to life, projecting two translucent figures: Cheng Wei and Marisol. The holograms flickered slightly before stabilizing, both figures appearing seated despite being thousands of kilometers away.
"Seneschal Cheng. Marisol." Dilinur acknowledged them with a slight nod. "Your report, please."
Cheng''s hologram straightened, his military bearing evident even through the projection. "Prefect Altai, we regret to inform you that the retrieval of Unit U6-M9 has failed. We were ambushed by Directorate forces using a Scarab mech, with unexpected support from a Sand Lotus agent."
"The Sand Lotus priestess used Solar psionics. Significant combat capability." Marisol added, her accent lilting but precise. "Would you like to make a guess?"
Dilinur''s expression remained neutral. "Go ahead."
"Female, Imperial phenotype, likely mid-thirties," Marisol replied. "White ballistic robes, carried a Spirit Lantern. Used J?turml incantations."
"Fuuka," Iron Roach interjected, his voice flat. "One of Thorin''s acolytes. Heard she knows a few fancy Djinno spells, too? Like Dinu here."
"Devav?, is what it''s called." Dilinur made a mental note of Roach''s familiarity with the Sand Lotus agent. For many years, he was usually the one sent to deal with them.
"Right, right, Deva-something. I knew that." Roach shifted awkwardly, nodding.
"Continue." Dilinur said, eyeing Cheng.
Cheng''s holographic fingers clenched. "The Directorate pilot demonstrated exceptional skill with the Scarab, despite sustaining damage. Jabari Adomako, according to our intelligence. The android clearly recognized him."
"Recognized?" Dilinur leaned forward slightly. "Elaborate."
"The android called him by name," Marisol explained. "Showed emotional response. Attempted to reach him repeatedly during the extraction."
"Jabari," Kaori supplied, consulting a data pad she pulled out from the sleeve of her ebony-crimson silk robe. "Lieutenant Jabari Adomako, recent addition to the Kimaris Warband. Recruited at Fort Osu, Accra."
A silence fell over the conference room as the implications settled.
"The Directorate''s involvement complicates matters," Dilinur observed. "Their interest in the android suggests they know about the data it contains."
"They had air support as well," Cheng added, his hologram shifting uncomfortably. "An Anioma jet. Pilot demonstrated unusually aggressive maneuvering patterns."
"Wilhelm van der Merwe," Kaori supplied without looking up from her pad. "If any Directorate pilot was worth mentioning, it''d be him."
Dilinur''s mind worked through the connections rapidly. "When you capture U6-M9, what measures did you implement to prevent data extraction?"
Marisol''s hologram flickered as she shifted position. "Standard protocols. Memory dampening field during transport. Neural inhibitor collar. But..." She hesitated.
"But?" Dilinur prompted.
"The android appeared to be functioning normally despite the inhibitor. It should have reduced cognitive performance by 87%, yet it maintained full awareness and communication ability."
Iron Roach made a sound between a scoff and a growl. "Obviously modified. Your egghead must have tampered with its systems before fleeing."
"Were you able to recover any data before losing the android?" Dilinur asked.
Cheng and Marisol exchanged a brief glance through their holograms.
"Partial," Cheng admitted. "Mary here established a connection for approximately seven seconds before system rejection. That was before the Directorate rescue team caught our movement"
"Self-defense protocols at access level equivalent to a Trimetallic Firewall," Marisol elaborated. "Most Da-Ji units can be breached with standard Imperial override codes. This one fought back."
Dilinur''s pulse quickened slightly, though her face betrayed nothing. "Show me the recovered data."
Marisol manipulated something off-hologram. A moment later, a third projection appeared above the table: fragmentary streams of code interspersed with geometric patterns that rotated in three dimensions.
"The fragment is heavily encrypted," Marisol added. "Colonial cipher architecture with quantum overlays. Breaking it could take an average hacker months. Fortunately, you have me."
Iron Roach leaned forward, his red sunglasses reflecting the holographic display as he read the words out loud. "Osram, Primal Urges, Vault, Ma-re can''t-read-whatever-that-shit-is. Fuck me if this isn''t related to the Moondust Crystal."
"The Moondust Crystal remains our priority," Dilinur agreed, her tone measured. "But we must consider the possibility that the Directorate now has access to the same information."
"If they can decode it," Kaori pointed out, crossing her arms. "Directorate decryption capabilities lag behind ours by approximately eighteen months."
"Who cares if they can break the code," Roach countered. "They get in our way, we blow them up the same."
Dilinur studied the fragmentary data floating above the table. "Where is the Directorate taking the android?"
"Unknown," Marisol replied. "They were extracted by an Isazi-class vessel. Atmospheric exit trajectory suggested Osram, but they could easily have changed course once beyond our tracking range."
Dilinur nodded once, her decision made. "We will not pursue the android immediately. Redirecting resources now would only alert the Directorate to the importance of what they''ve acquired."
"So, what will you tell Governor Qin?" Roach asked, the question laden with implication.
Dilinur met his hidden gaze steadily. "That we''ve identified new variables in the equation and are adjusting our strategy accordingly."
"The typical bureaucrat," Kaori observed, her tone suggesting she considered it foolish rather than courageous.
Both Cheng and Marisol''s holograms tensed slightly at this. Neither spoke.
"Your assignments are as follow until my meeting with the Governor," Dilinur continued, reclaiming control of the meeting. "Seneschal Cheng, return to Taiwan and await my command. Marisol, monitor outbound communications for any mention of android U6-M9 or unusual data processing requests."
The holograms nodded in acknowledgment.
"Kaori, begin preparing the Draconic Engine. We''ll need it if the Governor decides to send us off-planet."
Kaori inclined her head precisely. "Yes, Prefect."
Dilinur then turned to the cybernetically enhanced man beside her. "Have your Amber-Eyes coordinate surveillance on Alliance medical facilities. If Lorna Weiss is transforming as we suspect, they''ll seek specialized treatment."
Iron Roach''s artificial lips curved into something approaching a smile. "With pleasure."
"That concludes our meeting," Dilinur announced, rising from her seat. "Report any findings immediately, regardless of the hour."
The holograms flickered and vanished as Cheng and Marisol terminated their connections. Kaori rose gracefully, offering the precisely correct bow before exiting. Iron Roach lingered a moment longer, his posture deliberately casual.
"Seems pretty stupid to me that we''re fighting Directorate and Alliance all at once," he said, his mechanical voice lowered conspiratorially. "Maybe get some bargaining chip? Convince them brown folks to tag along somehow?"
"If that ever becomes an option, we will reassess," Dilinur replied neutrally.
Roach nodded and departed, leaving Dilinur alone in the conference room. The hexagonal table now dark, reflecting nothing but the recessed lighting and her own solitary figure.
04:30, February 12, 2295
Prefect''s Study, No. 1 Zhongshan S Rd, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
Alone once more in her study, Dilinur retrieved her teacup from its heating pad. The bone china vessel appeared ordinary, but the nearly invisible circuitry embedded in its base maintained the jasmine tea at precisely 82 degrees Celsiusthe optimal temperature for both flavor and medicinal properties.
She settled into her plush chair and activated the hidden surveillance system with a gesture. Holographic displays materialized before her, replaying the recent interactions from multiple angles. The Golden Serpents were unaware of this particular security measureone installed at her own discretion, without the knowledge of even Governor Qin.
Dilinur studied the recordings with analytical precision, focusing on subtle details most would overlook. Iron Roach''s weight distribution as he leaned against the walla deliberate posture designed to appear casual while maintaining optimal balance for sudden movement. Kaori''s precisely measured bow, the angle of her spine calculated to the exact degree required by protocol. The slight tension in Cheng''s holographic shoulders when Governor Qin was mentioned.
"Pause recording at time index 37:42," she instructed.
The playback froze, capturing Kaori mid-sentence. Dilinur examined the woman''s expressionthe minute tightening around her eyes, the almost imperceptible flare of her nostrils.
"She fears something," Dilinur murmured to herself, sipping her tea. "But not me."
She resumed the playback, watching the subtle interplay of power and submission with renewed focus. The Golden Serpent Circle operated through layers of alliance and betrayal, each member positioning themselves through gestures as much as words.
Which of them, she wondered, might remain at her side if she ever ascended to true power? Roach was too self-serving, his loyalty extending only as far as his advantage. She hoped Kaori''s resentment of Unblooded superior wouldn''t run too deep for genuine friendship. Cheng showed potential, his military discipline valuing competence over bloodlines. Marisol remained an enigma, her motives obscured behind professional detachment.
Dilinur waved the recordings away and rose, teacup in her left hand. She approached the tall mirror mounted on the eastern wall of her study. With her right hand, she reached behind her head and carefully removed the ornate gold hairpin that held her formal updo in place. The pinan oriental dragon with ruby eyesclinked softly against the saucer as she set it down.
Her midnight black hair cascaded down, framing her jade white countenance and falling just past her shoulders. The Imperial uniform''s high collar contrasted sharply with the delicate curves of her jawline. She studied her reflection, noting the subtle signs of strain that others would miss. The barely perceptible tightness at the corners of her eyes. The slight pallor beneath her carefully maintained complexion.
Then she saw ita single strand of gray among the obsidian black, catching the light near her right temple. Evidence of stress no cosmetic could conceal, of emotions repressed beneath layers of control.
Governor Qin would see only failure in recent events. Skarn''s escape, the android''s loss, even Lorna Weiss''s infectionall would be laid at her feet. As an Unblooded Prefect, she lacked the protection that blood status afforded others. His punishment would be... creative. Degrading. Designed to remind her of her place.
"When," she whispered to her reflection, "will I cease being a victim of my own fate?"
Then, in the Genome Sequencer next to her, Skarn''s tentacle seemed to pulse in the amber fluid, the genetic material within still viable despite separation from its host. She set down her teacup and approached the device, a sudden idea crystallizing in her mind.
"Sequencer," she said, her voice steady with new purpose, "is it possible to replicate the organism from this specimen? To grow it into a new life form?"
The machine hummed, processing. "Theoretical possibility exists. Specimen contains sufficient genetic material for cloning procedures. However, anomalous sequences present unusual challenges."
"Can you overcome those challenges?"
"Additional research required. Estimated time to definitive answer: 78 Earth days. Success probability cannot be calculated with available data."
Dilinur pressed her palm against the cool surface of the Sequencer. "And if you began now?"
"A dedicated Tissue Culture Container would be required. Current facilities can accommodate the procedure, but resources would be diverted from other projects."
A slight smile curved Dilinur''s lipsnot the practiced expression she showed to subordinates, but something genuine, touched with both ambition and wonder.
"Begin immediately," she ordered. "Priority classification: Ruby. Authorization: Altai-9-7-3."
"Acknowledged. Initializing Tissue Culture Container. Preparing specimen for cellular extraction."
The machine''s internal components shifted, creating a secondary chamber adjacent to the specimen display. Robotic arms no thicker than acupuncture needles extended toward the tentacle, preparing to harvest living cells for the cultivation process.
Dilinur watched the procedure commence, her reflection ghostlike on the Sequencer''s glossy surface. If this succeededif she could grow a controlled specimen from Skarn''s own tissueperhaps failure could yet be transformed into unprecedented advancement. And should they secure the Moondust Crystal, her own position might evolve from precarious to essential.
Behind her, a notification chimed softly from her terminal. She turned, already knowing what she would find.
The message awaiting her bore Governor Qin''s personal seal, its priority markers glowing crimson against the obsidian screen.
Ch29.1 Lorna X: Bli Hos Meg (Scene 1)
13:55, February 28, 2284
Oslo Starport, Terminal 8, Gate 5C, Oslo, Norway, Nordic Commonwealth territory
The din of chaos filled Terminal 8 as Sigrn and Harald burst through the maintenance tunnel''s exit, emerging into a scene of barely contained panic. Emergency lights cast an eerie red glow across the sea of faces C families clutching children, elderly couples supporting each other, students like herself with terror in their eyes. The air held a bitter chill where the climate control had failed in sections of the terminal, another casualty of the recent budget cuts.
"Pappa, look!" Sigrn pointed to the departure board, its display flickering erratically. Most flights showed ''CANCELLED'' in angry red letters, but a few still blinked with ''BOARDING'' status. Her heart leaped when she spotted one: Flight OS-2284 to Copenhagen.
Through the terminal''s vast windows, she could see the silhouettes of defunct fusion reactors in the distance, their cooling towers dark against the grey February sky. Once proud symbols of Nordic innovation, now silent monuments to broken promises. A group of Bergen refugees huddled near the window, their clothes still bearing the employee patches of the decommissioned Western Fjord Power Station.
"Der har vi det," Harald muttered, his weathered face set with determination as he guided them through the crowd. "Copenhagen first, then we can arrange transport to"
A bone-chilling screech cut through the air. Dark shapes wheeled against the sky, their wings casting strange shadows over the cracked solar panels that lined the terminal''s roof. The creatures they''d fled from in the city had followed them here.
"They''re spreading faster than I anticipated," Harald said, his voice tight with worry. "The entire eastern corridor may already be lost."
Near the currency exchange booth, a digital billboard cycled through old advertisements C luxury cruises to the Realm of Divines, terraform tours of Venus, private shuttles to Osram. The prices still displayed in Norwegian Krone, though most transactions now required Atomic Dollars or Imperial Yuan. A reminder of their nation''s waning influence.
Military personnel and security officers formed a barrier near the main entrances, their weapons trained on the doors. Many wore mismatched gear C some in standard Nordic Commonwealth gray, others in borrowed Alliance blue. Through gaps in the crowd, Sigrn saw bodies strewn across the floor C both human and those monstrous things. Blood smeared the polished tiles, some of it seeping into cracks where maintenance had been neglected.
"Draugs." Harald''s grip on her hand tightened. "Humans infected with the Nucleus Virus."
"What''s this virus do, Pappa?" she asked as they passed by the scene, the metallic scent mingling with fear and sweat.
"Too much to describe," he shook his head, leading her past a shuttered caf where a sign apologized for closure due to "supply chain issues."
They pressed forward through the crowd, Harald''s presence creating a small bubble of calm in the chaos. His other hand remained raised, ready to cast protective spells if needed. The Pendant of Mnagrt felt warm against Sigrn''s chest, its blue jewel pulsing faintly with each step.
A woman''s scream pierced the air. One of the bat-like creatures had smashed through a window near Gate 3, showering the crowd with glass. The window''s anti-breach forcefield flickered weakly before dying completely. As people scrambled away, Sigrn saw the creature clearly for the first time C leather-like wings stretched between elongated fingers, eyeless head swiveling as it searched for prey.
"Himmel og helvete," she whispered, frozen in place.
Harald pushed her behind him, his voice rising in the familiar cadence of spellcasting: "Fulmen Argentum!"
Silver lightning crackled from his hands, striking the creature. It shrieked and fell, its wing membrane smoking. But more shapes appeared at the broken window.
"The gate, Synne! Run!"
They sprinted toward Gate 5C, where harried flight crew were trying to maintain order as passengers crowded the boarding bridge. A security officer stood at the checkpoint, his rifle trained on the windows.
As they approached the gate, a familiar voice called out from behind.
"Professor Omdal! Sigrn!"
They turned to see a tall young man staggering toward them. Sigrn''s breath caught in her throat.
"Sven?"
Sven Solheim had been her classmate, her would-be suitor according to their friends, though she''d never returned his affection. But the Sven before her now was hardly recognizable. His handsome face was contorted, skin mottled with patches of brown scales. His right arm had lengthened unnaturally, fingers fused into what looked like talons. And from his back, two bulbous protrusions pulsed beneath his torn sweater C the beginning of something that wasn''t human.
"What have you done, Sven?" Harald''s voice was cold steel.
"What you refused to do, Professor," Sven replied, his voice oscillating between his normal timbre and something deeper, almost guttural. "Saving our people."
Harald stepped forward, positioning himself between Sven and Sigrn. "By becoming a Draug? Madness!"
Sven''s laugh was hollow, edged with pain. "The Alliance, the Imperium, the Directorate C all treating our homeland like a playground! Dumping their Helionite in our waters, exploiting our people. Is it madness to retaliate? To protect our home?"
"Through what, mass murder?" Harald challenged.
"Evolution," Sven corrected, his half-transformed face twisting into something resembling a smile. "The Nucleus Virus transforms. Elevates. With these Radi-Mons, we''ll reclaim Scandinavia and build something stronger from the ashes."
Sigrn stepped forward, heart hammering against her ribs. "Sven, this isn''t you"
His eyes C still blue, still human C found hers, softening momentarily. "Sigrn," he said, her name almost a prayer on his lips. "I did this for us. For all Nordlings! Come with me."
"You''re killing innocent people," she said, her voice breaking. "Children, families"
"Casualties of rebirth." Sven replied, though guilt and regret flickered across his face. "Our people suffer as foreigners seek to erode our culture. It''s time to awaken and fight back!"
"You''ve been speaking to the Hivemind, Sven," Harald interrupted, his hands already tracing the beginning of a spell.
"The Hivemind has given me a new identity. Seen my potential," Sven''s expression hardened. He looked past Harald to Sigrn. "He sees yours too, Sigrn. I can smell it on you. The power in your bloodline." His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply. "Like moonlight and frost."
Harald''s eyes widened in alarm. "Fears and resentments cloud your judgement, Sven. Now''s not the time "
"From this day forward, I am Skarn!" Sven roared, the sound inhuman. The protrusions on his back burst through his clothing, revealing the beginning of tentacles, glistening with fluid. "Soon, my Fenris Horde shall claim the Crystal, and become the harbingers of salvation."
Sigrn flinched. "Crystal? What crystal?"
"Secrets that could make us new masters of the Five Realms." Sven hissed. "Secrets we were meant to know."
Around them, the chaos in the terminal intensified. More windows shattered as those bat-like creatures forced their way in. From the main entrance, humanoid monstrosities resembling Sven''s form C Draugs, Harald had called them C began to pour in, tearing through the defensive line of security personnel.
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"Tickets!" the gate agent demanded as they approached. Her professional demeanor was cracking, fear evident in her trembling hands.
Harald produced their documentation with remarkable calm. "Two for Copenhagen. Omdal, Harald and Fjeld, Sigrn."
The agent barely glanced at their credentials before waving them through. "V?r s? god. Skynd dere!"
They had almost reached the bridge when Sven''s voice rang out again.
"She stays with me, Professor!"
Sigrn turned to see Sven lunging toward them, his movement unnaturally fast. One of his emerging tentacles shot forward, whipping through the air toward her. Harald raised his hand, eyes narrowing in concentration.
"Scutum Lunaris!"
A silver barrier materialized between them and Sven, the tentacle bouncing off its surface with a sound like a cracking whip. Sven snarled, his face contorting further, less human with each passing second.
"She belongs with her own kind," he growled. "Her true kind!"
"Sigrn, board the plane," Harald said, his voice steady despite the strain of maintaining the barrier. "I''ll be right behind you."
"No, I''m not leaving without"
"H?r p? meg!" His voice carried the sharp edge of command she rarely heard. "I need to buy you time."
A massive tentacle slammed against the barrier, causing ripples of silver light. Sven''s partially transformed face appeared behind it, pressing close enough that Sigrn could see the remaining human parts of his features contort with desperation.
"Sigrn!" Sven called out, his voice fluctuating between familiar and monstrous. "Don''t let him send you away. You belong here, with your own kind!" His human hand pressed against the barrier, fingers splayed. "Remember what we discussed in Advanced Psionics? About the potential sleeping in Nordic blood?"
Harald''s hands were already moving in complex patterns as he spoke an incantation she didn''t recognize: "Scutum Lunaris Maximum!"
The barrier expanded, encompassing the entire boarding area. Sven slammed against it again, reality seeming to ripple where he struck. Two more tentacles emerged from his back, probing the barrier''s edges for weaknesses.
"Ask your pa about Europa, Sigrn!" Sven called out, voice deepening to a rumble as his jaw extended. "Ask him about the Jokull! About what he''s been breeding in those labs!" One tentacle found a weak spot, pressing through until Harald reinforced that section with another spell.
"Pappa, what''s he talking about?" Sigrn asked, confusion mixing with her fear.
"Lies and half-truths!" Harald''s face remained impassive, focused on maintaining the barrier. Sweat beaded on his forehead as Sven''s assault intensified.
More Draugs were converging on their position now, drawn by Sven''s rage. Their rotting flesh and jerky movements sent waves of revulsion through Sigrn. Behind her, the gate agent was frantically urging the last passengers onto the plane.
"He''s protecting you from your destiny!" Sven''s remaining human eye fixed on her while the other had already transformed, glowing with an otherworldly light. "Alliance, Imperium, whichever! They all fears us, Sigrn. They''ll never let us reach our full potential!"
"Pappa, please," she begged, tears stinging her eyes. "Come with me now."
Harald turned to her, his face softening for just a moment. "I''ll take the next shuttle, min kj?re."
He pressed something into her hand C a small crystal vial filled with shimmering liquid. Behind him, Sven had managed to work three tentacles through the barrier, forcing Harald to divide his attention.
"Keep this safe. Take it to Thorin H?ggsson at Lund University. He''ll understand."
A tentacle whipped past Harald''s defenses, grazing his shoulder. He grimaced but maintained the barrier. Sven''s transformation was accelerating now, his business attire splitting as his body expanded.
"The experiments your father''s been hiding," Sven growled, bones audibly cracking as his chest broadened, "they could save our people! The Crystal could"
"Enough!" Harald''s voice boomed with authority. Silver energy pulsed from his hands, pushing Sven''s tentacles back. "Sigrn, go! The vial C take it to Thorin. Tell him ''M?ne kaller p? m?ne'' C Moon calls to moon."
"But Pappa"
"There''s no time, Synne." The childhood nickname caught in his throat, heavy with memory. His eyes flicked to Sven, whose transformation was nearly complete, then back to her. "The vial. The pendant. Both must survive."
Sven''s roar shook the terminal windows. "She could be magnificent, Harald! Like I!" His chest had split open, revealing chitinous plates beneath. "I''ll show her what we can become together!"
Two more tentacles breached the barrier. Harald grunted with effort, silver light blazing from his hands as he forced them back. His fingers brushed the Pendant of Mnagrt at her throat. "Keep both safe. Promise me."
"I...I..." her lips parted, but no more words came.
"The pendant is more important than you know," Harald continued urgently, even as Sven''s assault intensified. "As long as it glows, I am alive and with you. Do you understand?"
Sigrn nodded, her throat tight with unshed tears. Behind Harald, Sven had risen to his full height, his transformation nearly complete. Other Draugs were pressing against the barrier now, drawn to their leader''s power.
Before she could protest further, Harald gave her a gentle push toward the boarding bridge. "Go, Synne. Jeg er glad i deg." The same words he''d say after tucking her in as a child, now heavy with final weight.
"Jeg er ogs? glad i deg, Pappa," she whispered back.
"You''re meant for greater things!" Sven''s voice had deepened to something barely recognizable. All five tentacles struck the barrier simultaneously, creating a spiderweb of cracks in the silver light.
The last thing she saw was her father raising both hands, silver light gathering around him as he faced Sven and the approaching horde. More passengers rushed past her onto the bridge, blocking her view.
"Final boarding call!" a crew member shouted, already moving to seal the door.
Sigrn tried to turn back, but the crowd pressed her forward. "Pappa!" She fought against the flow of people, elbowing past a businessman, ducking under outstretched arms. Her heart threatened to burst from her chest C every instinct screaming to return to her father''s side.
Through gaps between people, she caught fragmented glimpses: Harald''s silver lightning cutting through smoke and shadows. His barrier holding as more Draugs gathered around him. Sven''s body continuing its grotesque metamorphosis, tentacles fully emerged now, lashing out with increasing strength.
"The Crystal will awaken, Harald!" Sven''s voice had devolved to something inhuman. "Join my crusade. Or perish!"
"Indeed, the Crystal will awaken one day." Harald said as he finally faced Sven. "But not for you."
A massive explosion bloomed from somewhere deeper in the terminal. The barrier flickered. Debris rained down. In that moment of chaos, Sigrn broke free from the crowd. She lunged toward the closing door, her father''s name torn from her throat C a sound of pure desperation.
"PAPPA!"
Strong hands caught her waist C flight crew, pulling her back. She struggled wildly, reaching out as if she could somehow bridge the growing gap. Through the door''s window, she saw the silver dome waver. Her father stood alone at its center, light pouring from his hands as he faced the horde. Their eyes met one final time.
"Please," she begged the crew, her voice breaking. "He''s my father C I can''t leave him"
The bridge door sealed with a pneumatic hiss. Through its small window, Sigrn saw the silver dome collapse as smoke filled Terminal 8. Her father was nowhere in sight, and where Sven had stood, there was only a towering, monstrous silhouette disappearing into the chaos.
"Do you have a death wish, girl?" An elderly woman pulled at her sleeve. "Get away from the door!"
She pounded against the door until her fists hurt, screaming her father''s name.
"Someone stop her before she breaks the seal!" A man in a business suit snapped, though his voice cracked with barely contained panic.
"La henne v?re," another passenger said softly in Norwegian. "Let her be. She''s lost her father."
The crew had to physically guide her to a seat, her legs barely supporting her weight. Even then, she pressed against the window, searching desperately for any sign of him in the chaos below.
"First Bergen, then Trondheim, now Oslo," someone muttered. "Where will we go when there''s nowhere left?"
"The Alliance won''t take us," another voice responded bitterly. "Not after what happened in Stockholm."
"And I''d rather die than setting in that shithole they call ''the Imperium''." more voices.
But Sigrn said nothing. Her fingers clutched the crystal vial, tears streaming down her face as Oslo Starport C and her father C disappeared beneath clouds of smoke and snow. The last glimpse of her homeland vanishing like a nightmare swallowed by fog.
"My grandson''s still in there," an old man whispered, his weathered face pressed against another window. "Working security. He wouldn''t leave his post..."
The Pendant of Mnagrt grew cold against her ivory skin, its blue light fading to darkness. Sigrn''s heart seemed to stop as the glow vanished completely. Her father... gone?
But as the shuttle broke through the cloud cover, other passengers gathered closer, watching in wonder as the pendant flickered back to life C not the steady pulse of before, but a faint, flickering light, like a distant star struggling to shine through fog.
"Look!" A young woman pointed at Sigrn''s chest. "Is it one of the psionic jewels?"
"A sign perhaps," the elderly woman who''d pulled her from the door said quietly. "That not all hope is lost."
"Or just another pretty light to guide us nowhere," someone countered from the back.
Sigrn closed her eyes, clutching the pendant and vial to her chest. Each beat of her heart seemed to echo with the same plea: Pappa, pappa, pappa. Her last connection to him now reduced to this faint, pulsing light as the shuttle carried her away from everything she had known.
She pressed her forehead against the cold window, whispering words she''d said a thousand times before C after nightmares, during storms, in moments of childhood fear when his presence had always been her anchor: "Kom tilbake til meg, Pappa. Come back to me."
But only the engine''s drone answered as Oslo disappeared behind them, swallowed by darkness and snow.
Ch29.2 Lorna X: Bli Hos Meg (Scene 2)
08:15, February 14, 2295
St. Elara''s Medical Complex, Room 520B, East Wing, 52th Floor, 2450 Riverside Drive, Evanston, IL 60208, Terra Alliance territory
Gentle beeping sounds and the sterile scent of antiseptics nudged Lorna Weiss from the depths of unconsciousness. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a dimly lit hospital room bathed in the morning glow. Tubes snaked away from her arm, an IV stand stood beside her bed. She tried to sit up but was met with a wave of dizziness that forced her back onto the pillow.
In her peripheral vision, Zhi-Xin Wu sat in a steel chair. His slender fingers typed on the holographic interface of his Quantum Watch, green light casting an otherworldly glow on his intent face.
Despite her blurred sight, Lorna could discern strings of text indicating recent Extranet search terms as they hovered above the watch''s face, reflected on a small mirror behind where Xin was seated:
''Fenris strain cure''
''How to heal thermal blade cuts''
''Racial/ethnic differences in body language & eating habits: Valoran, Nordling, Djinno, Imperial, Novian''
''Valoran female / Imperial male dating: Hurdles to overcome''
The last strings made her stir in the bed, a faint chuckle escaping her lips.
And the moment Xin noticed, his eyes widened and the watch was deactivated.
"Lornayou''re awake," he stammered as he rose from his seat. His hand reached out to touch hers, hesitated in mid-air, and then gently grasped her fingers as if they were the most fragile things in the world. "How do you feel? Are you okay?"
She noted the contrast between their appearances. She was draped in a plain white hospital gown with her long blonde hair hanging loosely, while Xin looked effortlessly put together in his dark green hoodie clinging to his slender frame and black pants.
Lorna licked her parched lips, her tongue feeling like sandpaper against the dryness. "Water," she croaked.
"Of course," Xin rose from his seat with fluid grace. He approached a sleek panel beside her bed, his slender olive fingers moving across its surface. With a whir of machinery, the panel disgorged a svelte glass filled with water, crystalline and pure.
The technology, she knew, was as much alchemy as science, transmuting air into purified water modern cold fusion at its most utilitarian and humble.
"I would add lemon juice, but maybe next time?" His voice was soothing as he handed her the glass.
"Hmph," Sitting up, she accepted it with a nod, her fingers brushing against his in a fleeting touch. She brought the rim to her lips, the cool liquid cascading down her throat.
As she drank, she studied him over the rim of the glass, noting the clench of his jaw, the way his gaze lingered on her just a moment too long before averting.
"Thanks," she murmured, setting the glass aside as she glanced around the hospital room, her voice no longer coarse. "How long was I out?"
"Well, let''s see," Xin leaned back, tapping his leg with his hand. "You''ve missed exactly two sunrises, one rainy morning, one full moon, and an entire season of ''Galactic Gladiators'' reruns." He flashed her a conspiratorial grin as he brandished the glowing green watch on his left wrist. "But don''t worry, I recorded the highlights for you."
Her lips twitched into a smile, despite the weariness that clung to her. "So, four days then?"
"Yeah," he confirmed with a nod. "And in those four days, Diego has given me the promised compensation plus a few small things to upgrade my gear and build a small project."
"What kind of project?" she asked.
"The kind that''ll help with the upcoming mission." he tilted his head.
"So they let you become one of us without asking me first, huh?" she quipped, careful not to move too much with the IV still attached to her left wrist.
"Wouldn''t want to put too much pressure on you, am I right?" Xin said, leaning back in the chair, his posture relaxed yet attentive.
"You saying I missed all the fun?" She replied, half-jest, half-challenge.
"Define ''fun''," Xin countered with a knowing smile.
"Anything that doesn''t involve being hooked to machines," Lorna retorted.
"Then by that definition," he said, his eyes locking onto hers, "you haven''t missed a thing."
"Right." The remnants of her dream clung to her like morning mist, making the sterile hospital room feel surreal. She found herself studying Xin''s face - so different from the Nordic features that had populated her motherland. His olive skin, his dark eyes, the slight accent in his careful English.
"You seem lost in thought," Xin observed.
"Just...remembering things," Lorna replied, absently touching the scar on her left cheek. "How old are you, Xin?"
"I''ll be 41 this October." His posture straightened, curious. "Why?"
"My 29th birthday is coming up soon, but sometimes I feel..." she trailed off, searching for words. "Sometimes I feel ancient. Like I''ve lived several lives already."
"Well, life''s a rough journey. It''s okay to feel exhausted sometimes." Xin managed.
"Is my face okay, Xin? Does it look...you know," Lorna lowered her gaze and placed a hand on her cheek. Her fingers traced the rough texture of a thin, long scar from the knife wound, memories of the torture she endured from Iron Roach and Kaori still fresh in her mind.
"Well, you''re still the most beautiful woman I''ve ever known," Xin replied casually, but his tone betrayed his concern.
Lorna felt vulnerable yet not uncomfortable. She lifted her head, her hand lingering on the scarred wound on her cheek, hiding it from his view. "It''s alright, Xin. Tell me the truth."
"Well, itit''s a thermal blade cut, right? The doctor said it''ll take about a week to heal. Said you should take three Medi-Vap doses each day," Xin pursed his lips.
"Typical combat injury, then," Lorna relaxed as her hand left her cheek.
"Still" Xin''s voice grew angry as he eyed the scar on her face. "If I ever come across whoever did this to you, I''ll make them pay."
Half-smiling, Lorna looked down again, feeling a slight strain on her cheek. But Xin''s shared anger made her feel better somehow.
The tranquility of the room shattered as Lornas bedside table erupted into electronic chimes, assaulting the stillness that had cocooned them. Xins hand shot out, pressing the blue panel.
A hologram flickered into existence Doctor Nikki Chakraborty, her sharp, intelligent eyes framed by a pair of sleek glasses that glinted with reflection. Her long, dark hair was meticulously braided, draped over her shoulder in a way that complemented the rich tone of her elderly countenance and the blue-white medical robes she wore.
"Lorna. How are you feeling? Need more time?" Nikkis voice carried the sharpness of professionalism but not devoid of sympathy.
Lorna shifted, a hint of defiance glinting in her blue gaze. "Im okay. It was just another mission ." she replied.
"Good. Mr. Wu, if you could give us a moment?" Nikki continued, her eyes shifting toward Xin.
Xin hesitated, his hands fidgeting.
"Its alright, Doc," Lorna''s fingers traced her bed sheet as she looked at Nikkis hologram. "Xin can stay."
Nikkis eyes narrowed minutely. A pause before she continued. "Very well. Be advised, Mr. Wu, this conversation remains confidential. I trust you know what that means?"
"I do, Doctor. Thank you," Xin settled back into his seat as Nikkis hologram dissipated.
The rooms white entrance door hissed open. Nikki walked in to position herself on the opposite side of Lorna''s bed. The subtle click of the IV tubes disconnecting from Lorna''s arm echoed ominously in the room.
"Alright, lets cut to the chase," Nikki intoned, her even tone threading through.
"Okay." Lorna''s hand stilled as she clutched the edge of her bed. Her eyes, twin pools of oceanic blue reflecting the storm within, locked onto Nikki''s gaze, searching for a flicker of hope.
"Combat-induced injuries aside," Nikki''s tone was clinical but not unkind, "you''ve been infected with the Nucleus Virus. The Fenris variant, stage one."
Lorna''s fingers tightened on the bedsheet. "Am I turning? Into a Radi-Mon?"
"No. We caught it within the 72-hour window. You''ll remain human." Nikki''s eyes flickered briefly to Xin before returning to Lorna. "However, the Virus is permanent. Transmissible through any exchange of bodily fluids or Aether."
The implications hung heavy in the air. Lorna closed her eyes, a bitter smile touching her lips. "So that''s it then. No more...connections. Not without risking someone else''s life."
"There are precautions," Nikki said, "but given your line of work and the Virus''s ability to transfer through Aether exchange, complete abstinence would be safest. Your aging process will halt, which some consider a benefit, but in the future, you might need medication to manage the psychological effects."
"Psychological effects?" Xin asked. shifting in his seat.
"Disrupted sleep patterns. Night terrors. Possible personality changes if left untreated." Nikki disconnected and left the IV stand. "The medical fees have been deducted from your salary."
"What?" Lorna''s eyes snapped open. "I caught this virus for fighting"
"An engagement that Diego firmly advised against," Nikki cut her off, though not unkindly. "I''ll inform Director Otis of your recovery. Two days until you''re cleared for duty."
After Nikki left, silence filled the room like smoke. Lorna stared at her hands, wondering how many parts of herself she''d have to sacrifice to this job.
"Hey, it''s not insurmountable," Xin said quietly. "There are ways."
"To what?" Lorna''s laugh held no humor. "To pretend everything''s normal? That I''m not poison to anyone I touch?" She met his eyes, saw the concern there, the desire to help. It only made it worse. "This job...physical intimacy was my escape. The one place I could just be...human. And now even that''s gone."
Xin''s response was measured. "I understand. With the androids, it was similar. A space where control didn''t matter. Where consequences didn''t exist."
Lorna stared at him. "Androids? You''re comparing my situation to...using sex bots?"
"That''s not what I" Xin started, then stopped, pushing his glasses up. "There was someone I had. An android named Ume."
"Had?"
"She''swith the Directorate now." A shadow crossed his face. "But before her, I tried the "pay to win" route. Leased Lily contracts. Three of them, actually."
"Three." Lorna repeated, realization flickering in her eyes.
"Surprising, I imagine," Xin probed. his posture wavering slightly.
"No. I know what that''s like." Lorna let out a sigh before continuing. "What happened?"
"I kept breaking the cardinal rule," Xin said with a self-deprecating smile. "Got emotionally attached. Made things awkward. The first one, Annette, requested early termination after I wrote her a love letter. Similar cases for Ying and Megumi" He trailed off, shaking his head. "Anyway, that''s why I switched to androids. At least with them, the boundaries are clear. Or they were."
"Until this Ume," Lorna finished. She studied him with new interest, seeing past the Imperial programmer''s careful exterior.
"Yeah." Xin met her gaze. "So I''d like to think I understand needing an escape, needing to feel human. Not exactly the same way, but...you know?"
The confession hung between them, more intimate than anticipated.
The entrance door hissed open.
Diego''s arrival interrupted whatever might have followed, his swagger a welcome break in the tension.
"?Oye! Look who''s finally awake," Diego grinned, approaching Lorna''s bedside. He carried a small holographic tablet in one hand, its screen flickering with data. "Ready to raise hell again, hermana? "
"Almost," Lorna replied, a ghost of a smile playing on her lips. "Just need to get out of this damn bed."
Diego nodded, then turned to Xin. "Got some news for you, amigo. We found that green beauty of yours." He tapped his tablet, bringing up a 3D rendering of Xin''s car or what remained of it. The vehicle was a mangled mess of twisted metal and shattered glass, barely recognizable from the sleek machine that had crashed through Terminal 5 to rescue Lorna.
Xin''s eyes widened behind his glasses, relief and surprise in his voice. "You found it. How?"
"I have connections in places where official Alliance channels don''t reach." Diego winked, holding up a finger.
"What''s left of it, anyway," Lorna observed dryly, studying the hologram.
"Hey, ramming it through a starport wall then into a cybernetic Golden Serpent wasn''t in the user manual," Diego chuckled. "But it''s salvageable. Fusion core is intact. Got it moved to a secure garage in Stardust Command."
Xin leaned forward as he examined the damage. "And the dashboard is alright? The custom modifications I made?"
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"Memory banks are recoverable. The rest..." Diego made a so-so gesture with his hand. "It''ll take time, ese. Couple months, maybe more. Parts for these models aren''t exactly lying around. And restoration won''t be cheap."
"SIMU has funds for this kind of thing, right?" Lorna said suddenly, drawing surprised looks from both men. She shrugged, wincing slightly at the movement. "Why not talk to Director Otis?"
Diego''s eyebrows shot up, a knowing smile curling his lips as he glanced between them. "Well, mira esto. You''re onto something."
"Xin''s colleagues," Lorna said flatly, though the slight flush creeping up her neck belied her tone.
"Of course. I''ll talk to the Director." Diego tucked the tablet under his arm and headed for the door. "Oh, and the Atomic Summit''s pretty heated up today. Alliance and Imperium delegates nearly came to blows. Might want to check the news?"
With that cryptic comment, Diego slipped out, leaving Lorna and Xin alone once more.
"Might as well see what the fuss is about," Lorna sighed, eyeing the television mounted on the opposite wall. "Remote?"
Xin located the remote on the side table and handed it to her, their fingers brushing momentarily. The slight contact sent an unexpected jolt through Lorna, making her pause before accepting it with a mumbled thanks. She pressed the power button, and the screen flickered to life.
The Atomic News Network logo spun into view before dissolving to reveal a split screen. Lorna''s eyebrows shot up as she recognized Diego on one side, looking formal as usual in a crisp navy suit with the Alliance insignia pinned to his lapel. On the other side was a Djinno woman with heart-shaped face, full lips, and dark brown eyes. With a bindi in the middle of her forehead, the woman''s elegant features were framed by lustrous black hair adorned with intricate golden ornaments, and she wore the distinctive red and gold robes of an Imperium official.
"is nothing short of an invasion of sovereign territory," the woman was saying, her voice carrying the melodic yet authoritative tone common among high-ranking Imperium diplomats. "The Terra Alliance''s unauthorized incursion into Taipei demonstrates a flagrant disregard for international law."
"Secretary Shazmeen," Diego countered, leaning slightly forward with an intensity Lorna had rarely seen in him outside of missions, "the Imperium''s failure to uphold its obligations under the Svalbard Concordat forced our hand. Your government was entrusted with containing Primarch Skarn. Instead, evidence suggests you''ve been weaponizing this dangerous Radi-Mon for military applications."
"No wonder!" Xin exclaimed, chuckling.
"Diego doubles as media spokesperson when asked to, yeah," Lorna muttered with a knowing grin, shifting herself higher against the pillows. "I think that''s his favorite part of the job. See how his Novian accent is gone? If the screen was off, I''d have thought it was a local Valoran speaking."
Shazmeen arranged her features into indignant disbelief. Lorna could tell the expression was feigned. "These accusations are baseless propaganda designed to justify illegal Alliance operations on Imperium soil. We categorically reject"
"Is that why multiple witnesses reported seeing Skarn fitted with Imperium cybernetic enhancements?" Diego interrupted, his normally casual demeanor replaced by diplomatic steel. "Technology that bears the unmistakable signature of your military research division?"
Shazmeen''s eyes narrowed dangerously. "Your ''witnesses'' are nothing more than paid provocateurs spreading misinformation. The Imperium demands immediate sanctions against the Alliance for this unprovoked aggression!"
"So that''s what Diego meant about the Summit heating up," Xin said, watching the exchange with rapt attention, alive with excitement. "He''s calling them out on what they did to Skarn, what they did to us."
"They''re both doing their jobs." Lorna studied the screen, noting the practiced confidence in Diego''s posture, the calculated indignation in Shazmeen''s gestures. It was theater, she knewcarefully choreographed political performance with real consequences. "Just doing their jobs." she repeated.
"You don''t sound excited," Xin continued, turning to Lorna with unexpected intensity. "The Imperium would use the Moondust Crystal to control everyone if they could. We''re on the right side of this."
Lorna studied him, noting the passionate flush on his cheeks, the earnest set of his jaw.
"I wish I could be excited like you about these things. You feel...younger, almost naive. I envy that." she shifted uncomfortably against her pillows, one hand absently touching the scar on her cheek.
"Hey, I''m a lucky Imperial, getting to live outside the iron curtain, right?" Xin scratched his head, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips. "Luck. A sign that the gods have deemed our paths righteous and given us aid."
"I don''t know if gods exist at all." she sighed, looking to the side, memories of her last days in Scandinavia flashing by in her mind. "If they do, it''s like they enjoy watching us suffer."
"Gods or not, the Alliance and the Valorans'' positive attitude is much more inspiring thanI don''t knowthe whole ''Obey your superiors and elders'' that we''d teach back home." Xin held up a hand. "But I get it. It''s okay to feel down on some days."
Lorna could almost her heart ache at his comment. If only he knew she was no Valoran. If only she could tell him. But would he even understand? The weight and burden of her heritage?
"I chose the Alliance because it made the most sense at the time," she said finally, her voice matter-of-fact. "Not because I believe they''re the good guys."
Xin''s expression faltered slightly. "Chose? They? I thought you were born here?"
Evading the questions, Lorna gestured toward the screen, where Diego and Secretary Varma had devolved into thinly veiled accusations. "You think the Alliance officials wouldn''t use the Crystal if they got their hands on it? Every faction wants power."
Xin was quiet for a moment, processing her words. Then he moved from his chair to perch carefully on the edge of her bed.
"Maybe," he conceded, his voice low. "But isn''t it worth fighting for the lesser evil? For a chance to make things better, even if it''s not perfect?"
Lorna turned to face him, suddenly aware of the distance between them. His earnest expression, the subtle furrow of his brow. Something about those made her want to both pull him closer and push him away. Her fingers twisted in the hospital sheets, anchoring herself against the confusing impulse.
"Maybe," she echoed, her blue eyes dropping briefly to his lips before darting away. "Or maybe I''m just tired of fighting other people''s wars."
Xin leaned back slightly, giving her space, but his eyes remained locked on hers. "What would you fight for, if you could choose?"
The question hung between them. Lorna opened her mouth to respond. "There''s someone I''ve been wanting to find. My " Her voice caught, hesitating on the word she hadn''t spoken aloud in years.
The door slid open with a pneumatic hiss, cutting off whatever she might have said. Thomas and Emmanuel stood in the doorway, each carrying brown paper bags that emanated the unmistakable aroma of greasy, delicious fast food. Thomas''s cybernetic arms whirred as they reflected the dim lighting, his silver irises taking in the scene with a knowing glint.
"Hope we''re not interrupting anything?" Thomas asked, one metallic hand propped against the doorframe.
"Because we can come back later if you two need a moment," Emmanuel added with a barely suppressed grin, holding up his paper bag and giving it a tempting shake. "Or we could share these burgers and shakes from Wendell''s. Your call."
"Well, don''t just stand there teasing us with those bags," Lorna called out, managing a smile.
Thomas and Emmanuel exchanged looks before entering, distributing the food.
The television continued to play in the background, showing the Atomic Accord Summit coverage. A dignified Maridian man stood at the podium, his bald head gleaming under the harsh lights. The caption identified him as ''Chairman Kofi Mensah, Emerald Directorate.''
"Regarding the allegations concerning android unit U6-M9," a reporter''s voice cut through the background murmur, "how does the Directorate respond to claims of unauthorized acquisition?"
Chairman Mensah''s response was measured, his hands resting calmly on the podium. "I''m not certain that designation refers to any android I personally know, but the Directorate maintains diplomatic channels with all nations across the Inner Sol."
"And the reported confrontation in NIPU territory?" Another reporter pressed.
"The current climate of interplanetary relations is complex." Mensah''s slight smile never wavered. "Just last week, we discussed territorial disputes with the Alliance on Jupiter''s moons. The week before, concerns about the Imperium''s dominance on Mars. Perhaps we should focus on these broader matters?"
Lorna noticed Xin''s fingers tighten almost imperceptibly on his chair''s armrest, though his face remained carefully neutral.
"The Directorate sure knows how to play both sides," Thomas said between bites of his burger, gesturing at the screen with his metallic hand, "ever think about going back, Manny?"
Emmanuel snorted, settling into a chair. "Nah, I''m good here." He passed Lorna a vanilla shake. "Besides, Celine''s probably taken my old spot by now."
"Could''ve been running your own warband by now," Thomas pressed, but his tone was light, teasing.
"Yeah. Could''ve been dead in a ditch too," Emmanuel countered. "You know how it gets out there. Especially with these Radi-Mon sightings increasing beyond the Belts."
Lorna massaged her temple, trying to will away the growing pressure in her skull. The movement didn''t go unnoticed by Thomas.
"We should probably head out," he said, standing. "Got that training session at noon, Xin. Don''t forget C Director''s orders."
Xin nodded, checking his watch. "The basics of marksmanship, correct?"
"Among other things." Thomas gathered the empty wrappers.
Emmanuel rose, stretching and turning to Lorna with a grin. "Try not to miss us too much, okay?"
"Just go," Lorna waved them off. "And thanks for the food."
After they left, Lorna stared down at her half-eaten burger, her stomach growling in protest. "This isn''t going to cut it, though," she muttered, pushing the wrapper away. "I feel like I could eat three more of these. At least."
"How about some additions, then?" Xin replied, voice tinged with subtle confidence. He got up and walked to a nearby table to gather some items.
Upon returning, he carefully placed several plates of food on her bedside table, arranging them with care. Three plates were set before her: steamed rice, succulent slices of pork coated in soy sauce, and stir-fried cabbage. Next to them were two porcelain bowls, each the size of Lorna''s palm.
"Did you make this?" she whispered, confusion evident on her ivory features.
"Yeah, we went shopping last night. I decided to buy a rice cooker near Davis Street Station and whip something up." he replied with a small smile as he passed a bowl of rice to her, a pair of chopsticks with it. "Wanted to try the Maglev Train, too, but ''maybe next time'' was all Thomas said."
"Yeah, that sounds like Tom." Lorna''s eyes darted between the plates and Xin''s face. She hesitated before sheepishly admitting, "I dont know how to use chopsticks, though."
"Oops! Give me a minute," setting the chopsticks on the table, he deftly opened a drawer in the bedside table to reveal a neatly arranged selection of utensils. "Here you go." he said, presenting her with a spoon with a flourish.
"Thanks," she managed, accepting it with a cautious nod.
Meanwhile, Xin reached for another spoon to scoop up a generous portion of braised pork and pour it over her rice. The dark, glossy meat glistened with sauce, releasing a strong aroma of soy, star anise, and something Lorna couldn''t quite identify.
She glanced down at her half-eaten burger still wrapped in wax paper, then back at the steaming bowl Xin had placed before her. The scent was foreign - sweet yet savory, nothing like the salt-forward Nordic cuisine she''d grown up with.
"What exactly is this?" she asked, poking at a piece of pork with her spoon. The meat fell apart at her touch, revealing tender layers stained amber by the sauce.
"Lu rou fan," Xin answered, then caught himself. "Sorry - braised pork rice. It''s a comfort food in my hometown. My father used to make it." His fingers fidgeted with his chopsticks. "I thought...maybe you''d like to try something different."
Lorna hesitated. The scent was strong - almost overwhelming after days of starvation. Part of her wanted to reach for the familiar safety of her half-eaten burger.
"The, uh, meat is cooked in soy sauce with garlic and..." Xin continued, his words quickening with nervous energy. "There''s a bit of five-spice powder too, which might seem strange at first, but "
"It''s fine," Lorna interrupted, her tone gentler than intended. She set aside the burger wrapper and lifted a small spoonful of rice and pork to her lips.
The first taste was sweeter than expected, with layers of broth and a hint of cinnamon and clove that reminded her strangely of Christmas in Bj?rgvin. She chewed slowly, letting the unfamiliar flavors settle on her palate.
Xin watched her reaction with visible apprehension, his own meal forgotten.
After swallowing, Lorna took another bite, larger this time. "It''s different," she admitted. Then, surprising herself with a grin: "I like it."
"I''m glad." The tension in Xin''s shoulders visibly eased as a small smile crept across his face. He picked up his own bowl and began eating, his chopsticks moving with practiced grace.
The braised pork rice became a tender reprieve with each subsequent bite. The food''s comforting fragrance mingled with the scent of linens and disinfectant, somehow making the hospital room feel almost homey.
They ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes.
Lorna caught Xin sneaking a peek at her, his eyes soft pools of empathy, and she felt something within her uncoil. It was a dangerous thing, vulnerability, yet with Xin, it seemed less so.
"So..." Lorna traced the rim of her bowl with her spoon, the metal catching light from the window. "This Ume was somebody special to you?"
Xin''s chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth. He set them down with careful precision, adjusting them until they lay perfectly parallel. "ZenFusion gave her to me as a ''reward.'' Two years of performance metrics." His fingers drummed once on the table before stilling. "But she wasn''t just that. She shouldn''t be."
He trailed off, his gaze distant. Lorna recognized that look - the same one she''d seen in her own mirror after Oslo, when everything familiar had become strange.
"You tried to make it real," she commented softly.
"I gave her free will. As much as I could, anyway," Pride and pain mingled in his voice. "Months spent on learning how android programs work. Broke through her programming, so she can make her own choices." A wry smile touched his lips. "I suppose she did."
"She chose to leave you." Lorna caught the slight tremor in his hand as he reached for his chopsticks again.
"Thomas was by my side when we saw her with the Directorate. A Scarab pilot who calls himself Jabari." he continued, focusing intently on picking up a piece of pork. "Living the life she wanted. That''s what matters, right?"
"And what about what you wanted?" The words slipped out before Lorna could stop them.
Xin''s eyes met hers, startled. Then he looked away, adjusting his glasses with slightly unsteady fingers.
"I wanted..." he began, then shook his head. "I wanted to prove that real connection was possible. Even for someone like me."
The confession hung between them, heavy with implications. Lorna found herself studying the way sunlight played across his olive skin, the subtle tension in his shoulders as he waited for her response. She understood now why he''d stayed by her bedside these four days.
"Would you mind telling me about what happened?" Xin''s voice was quiet, almost hesitant. "At the Starport?"
Lorna''s spoon stilled against her bowl. Through the window, a military shuttle crossed the sky, its shadow briefly darkening the room. Her fingers found their way to her collarbone, tracing an invisible line. Her gaze darted to another bedside table, her mind eased when she saw the Pendant of Mnagrt lying there, its blue jewel glowing faintly.
"Skarn," she began, then stopped. The name felt like ash in her mouth. She set down her spoon, the metal clicking against porcelain with too-sharp precision.
Xin waited, his own meal forgotten. His form still - patient, focused.
"I thought I could take him." A bitter smile touched her lips. "But it was my Psytum Sword against...whatever the Imperium put inside him. Nothing I did could scratch his hide." Her hand moved from her collarbone to her throat, the gesture unconscious. "He made me swallow..."
The words wouldn''t come. Didn''t need to. She saw understanding darken Xin''s eyes, his fingers curling into a tight fist against his leg.
"That''s how I got infected," she finished, her voice steady even as her hand trembled. "He made sure of it."
Xin moved with deliberate care, setting his chopsticks across his bowl. "You survived. You got back up. That''s what matters."
"Is it?" The question came out sharper than she intended. "Look at me now. I can''t even..." She gestured at the space between them.
"I see you," Xin said simply. No pity in his gaze, no retreat. Just recognition. "Someone who walked through hell and kept her soul."
Something in his presence made her chest tight. It was different from Emmanuel''s protective hovering or Thomas''s careful distance. Xin saw her scars and didn''t flinch, didn''t try to fix or fade them. Just acknowledged their existence and waited, letting her choose how much else to reveal.
Lorna picked up her spoon again, focusing on the simple pleasure of warm food. Each bite helped ground her in the present, away from darker memories.
"Actually," she said suddenly, surprising herself with the lightness in her voice, "I should be asking what you need." She gestured at his green Quantum Watch. "The SIMU we''re like a dysfunctional family, and you''re stuck with us now."
Xin blinked at the shift in tone, chuckling, then matched it with visible relief. "Well, Thomas is teaching me the basics. Though watching recorded sessions on my watch isn''t quite the same as actual practice." He lifted his arm, the watch''s interface casting emerald reflections across the ambient space. "Especially with a Gauss Rifle."
"Those are basically artillery pieces, perfect for tough big boys like him," Lorna snorted, some of her usual spark returning. "I''d start with something that won''t dislocate your shoulder." She paused, studying his slender frame.
"Yeah?" Xin quipped. "I was wondering when the recoil would send my arms flying."
"A 10mm would suit you better. Good stopping power if you know how. Besides, you already have one." she said.
"You think so?" his eyes lit up. His fingers tapped against his watch''s verdant dial.
"Among other things." Lorna tilted her head, remembering his driving during their escape. "Your driving isn''t bad either. Ever tried a Space Rover?"
"I heard ZenFusion used to make those Rovers. Before the Imperium came and made the company theirs." He adjusted his glasses. "Though after what happened to my car, maybe I should stick to hacking?"
"No," Lorna said firmly, surprising them both with her vehemence. "You have good instincts. Just need to refine them." She caught his gaze, held it. "I could teach you, if you want."
Something shifted in Xin''s expression, a mix of gratitude and determination. His shoulders straightened almost imperceptibly. "I''d like that. What can I offer in return?"
"You already have," Lorna said softly, gesturing at the meal he''d prepared. Then she added with a small smirk, "Besides, we need someone who''d care to study the Moondust Crystal when we find it."
"Assuming it doesn''t fry my Quantum Watch first," Xin replied, tapping the device with a wry smile. "Whoever took over that server added new encryption that nearly crashed my QPUs, you know?"
"Is that what happened back in the Amber Moon Spire?" Lorna raised an eyebrow as she laughed. "No wonder that Bloodtrooper got you!"
Their laughter mingled in the morning air. Through the window, Evanston''s skyline glittered in the sun, catching the blue jewel of her pendant and casting a faint glow across her hospital gown. The path that lay before them would be strewn with challenges. But this time, she wasn''t alone with her secrets.
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Act 2 Prelude: World Eaters
As Skarn, the Primarch of Fenris Horde, escaped from his confinement in Taiwan''s Amber Moon Spire, the Five Realms of the Sol System braced themselves for impending turmoil.
Zhi-Xin Wu (Xin), having hacked into his beloved android Ume''s neural network and accepted her desire to leave him, went rogue and set out for North America to start a new life in the Terra Alliance - the promised land of hopes and dreams. He carried with him a copy of the Moondust Crystal''s data.
Dilinur Altai, the Prefect who chose to protect her people instead of capturing Skarn, now dealt with the consequences of her actions. With the original copy of the Moondust Crystal''s data still in Amber Moon Spires server cluster, the Imperium of Dragons was poised to claim what they viewed as rightfully theirs.
Jabari Adomako, the courageous Scarab Rider of the Emerald Directorate, prepared to begin his lunar mission after rescuing Ume. With another copy of the data securely stored in Ume''s positronic brain, Jabari and his Kimaris Warband deliberated their next move: whether to retrieve the Crystal from Osram or search for their missing leader, Prince Laurent of Ivory Coast.
Lorna Weiss, surviving a fateful duel with Skarn where she was defiled and infected with the Nucleus Virus, remained strong and unbowed. While the virus granted her immortality, it also brought constant psychological distress, her past traumas threatening to consume her as she navigated a society indifferent to her anguish. With Xin now a part of her unit, she must train him while preparing for their next objective: retrieving the Moondust Crystal at any cost.
As tensions between the Alliance, the Imperium and the Directorate rose, it was only a matter of time before they clashed once more. The stage was set, with the fate of the Five Realms hanging in the balance.
17:00, Sol 387, Vortex Month, Cycle 2295
Underground Chamber, Caldera Edge, Olympus Mons, Prime Hive Cluster of the Fenris Horde on Mars
The Ormheimr portal tore through reality, its maw pulsating with sickly green light as it hovered above the organic floor of the great chamber. Veins of bioluminescent fluid coursed through the walls, casting the cavernous space in an eerie, pulsating glow that matched the rhythm of some great, unseen heart. This was the central node of the Fenris Horde''s Martian hive cluster, buried two kilometers beneath the red planet''s northern hemisphere.
Skarn emerged from the portal, his massive form ducking slightly to pass through. The cybernetic enhancements grafted to his body by Imperium engineers gleamed in the ambient light, stark metal against the mottled, scaled flesh. At seventeen feet tall, he dominated the chamber, his presence alone causing the lesser Radi-Mons attending to the hive''s functions to scurry to the periphery.
"Leave us," Skarn commanded, his voice resonating with both organic depth and a subtle mechanical undertone a reminder of his recent imprisonment and subsequent "improvements" at the Imperium of Dragons'' mercy.
The smaller creaturesBone Fiends, Maurs, and Skuggrsretreated into the various tunnels that connected to the chamber, the organic doors sealing behind them with wet, sucking sounds.
Alone now, Skarn moved to the center of the chamber where a pool of viscous fluid bubbled, its surface reflecting the bioluminescence above. He dipped one of his claws into the fluid, sending ripples across its surface.
"Come forth, my subject," he intoned.
The fluid began to swirl, and from its depths rose two glowing amber orbs, then a third, all blinking in unison as a massive cephalopod form emerged. Hafgrim, the ancient Kraken, levitated from the pool, water cascading from her limbs as she rose to hover at eye level with Skarn.
Alone now, Skarn moved to the center of the chamber where a pool of viscous fluid bubbled, its surface reflecting the bioluminescence above. He dipped one of his cybernetic claws into the fluid, sending ripples across its surface.
"Come forth, my subject," he intoned.
The fluid began to swirl, and from its depths rose two glowing orbs, then a third, all blinking in unison as a massive cephalopod form emerged. Hafgrim, the ancient Kraken, levitated from the pool, water cascading from her limbs as she rose to hover at eye level with Skarn.
"Primarch," she acknowledged, her telepathic voice slithering into Skarn''s mind. "Your return is most delightful!"
Skarn''s cybernetic eye whirred as it adjusted focus. "Two Earth years have passed since my capture, Hafgrim. Your ''delight'' seems suspiciously timed with my success rather than my absence."
The ancient Kraken''s arms undulated in what might have been nervousness a gesture all the more telling from a being who had witnessed the birth of Fenris Horde and the fall of Skarn''s Nordic homeland in year ''84.
"The Fenris Horde has maintained its territories, though not without challenges in your absence, mighty Primarch," Hafgrim projected, her telepathic voice careful, measured. "The Red Planet remains our stronghold. The breeding grounds on the northern hemisphere have expanded by seventeen percent, with one new broodmother brought into the fold."
"Hundkynda. Address her in proper J?turml." Skarn lifted a claw, stepping closer to Hafgrim, the hydraulics buried beneath his limbs hissing. "And beyond Mars?"
The Kraken''s three eyes blinked in sequence a tell of discomfort that Skarn had learned to recognize since his turning. "Hive expansion on Titan has proceeded according to schedule. Though the Alliance patrols have decimated the Chicago nest on Earth, a new Genesis Pool has been established in the Urbana region to its south. Venus, howeverVenus presents complications with the Sand Lotus fanatics."
Skarn seized one of Hafgrim''s limbs, his grip tight enough to make the ancient creature''s black skin pale where claw met flesh. "Complications that you, with your vaunted age and wisdom, could not resolve, Hafgrim? You, who witnessed my exaltation from Sven Solheim to Primarch?"
Despite being the elder by eons, Hafgrim''s posture shifted to one of submission, arms going slack in his grasp. "Even I must respect the hierarchy of the Hivemind''s design," she projected, her mental voice carrying undertones of ancient calculation. "Some decisions require the Primarch''s touch."
"A convenient deference now that I stand before you," Skarn released her with a dismissive flick. "And my First Hundkynda? What of Ysolde''s Sepulcher on Osram?"
"The containment wards weaken on schedule. The Directorate guards remains unaware." Hafgrim drifted backward slightly, maintaining precise distance far enough to suggest respect, close enough to avoid appearing fearful. "Seven more turns of Jupiter, and she will be ready for breeding. We need only awakening her."
A low, satisfied sound rumbled from Skarn''s chest. "Good. At least some aspects of our plan proceed as designed."
A thunderous pounding echoed from one of the sealed tunnels. The organic door bulged inward several times before tearing open, revealing the hulking form of Mao Dakai. The beast-like Draug, standing nearly ten feet tall but still dwarfed by Skarn, lumbered into the chamber. His massive jaw, capable of decapitating opponents with a single bite, clicked in what might have been anticipation.
"The Lord of Draugs has returned," Dakai growled, the words distorted by his inhuman mouth structure. "Stronger from your captivity, it seems."
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Skarn''s eyes narrowed, the cybernetic in his waist whirring slightly as he adjusted focus.
"While you cowered here, I endured tortures beyond your comprehension," Skarn said, his tone measured but laden with threat. "The Imperium sought to bend me to their will." he flexed an arm. "Their folly will be our advantage."
Hafgrim''s arms swayed hypnotically as she circled the chamber.
"The Hivemind grows impatient, my Primarch," she projected into both their minds. "Our progress has been deemed insufficient."
"The Hivemind will have what it desires," Skarn replied, stepping toward a growth that resembled a throne formed from chitinous material. He sat, the structure creaking slightly under his weight. "But first, we must secure our position within this system. What news from the other hordes?"
Hafgrim''s three eyes blinked in sequence, a note of disdain in her telepathic voice. "The Tiamat Horde remains entrenched on Io. Norinth refuses to acknowledge your authority as first among Primarchs."
"And the Rakshasa of Proxima Centauri rejects our invitation to join the Grand Arrival," Dakai added. "They claim neutrality in the coming conflict."
Skarn''s massive fist crashed against the arm of his chitinous throne, causing cracks to spider across its surface.
"Cowards and fools," he snarled, his voice momentarily losing its calculated edge. "They will regret their hesitation when the Sol System falls to the Fenris Horde alone."
"However, Bjornhald of the J?kull expresses interests in joining our cause." Hafgrim chimed in, hands raised as if to calm Skarn''s dire mood.
"Has he now?" Skarn''s voice was tinged with amusement. "They are scions of Omdal after all. Send three Krakens to Europa to negotiate the terms."
"It shall be done." Hafgrim bowed her bulbous head.
Dakai paced the chamber''s perimeter, his claws leaving gouges in the organic floor. "What of your mate? Ysolde still slumbers in her Sepulcher on the Far Side of Osram. The Alliance believes it contains her, but the wards weaken."
Skarn''s expression shifted at the mention of Ysolde, something almost like tenderness crossing his features before being subsumed by calculation once more.
"Yes," he said, more quietly now. "She must be awakened. As my First Hundkynda, her health is essential to our plans."
Dakai''s massive jaw split in what might have been a grin. "The humans imprisoning her are soft. Easy to terrify, easier to kill."
"Underestimate them not." Skarn warned, rising from his throne. "Remember that I was imprisoned by their ingenuity. Even now, they''ve infected one of my chosen vesselsmy most belovedwith a treatment."
He walked to a membrane at the far side of the chamber, pushing through it to reveal a smaller antechamber lined with pulsating sacs. Within each transparent membrane floated a developing Radi-Mon form, each in various stages of growth.
"I had such plans for Sigrn Fjeld," Skarn continued, stroking one of the sacs with an almost gentle touch. "The Omdal bloodline she carries makes her ideal for bearing the next generation of our kind. But the Nucleus Virus I delivered to her has been pacified by their medicines."
Dakai growled, his massive jaw clicking in skepticism. "She is lost to us, then?"
Skarn turned, his cybernetic eye gleaming with malevolent intelligence. "No. The virus remains dormant within her, changed but not eliminated. And within her womb, the seeds of my victory have already taken root." He clenched his fist, hydraulics whining with the force of his grip. "She carries my progeny, though she does not yet know it."
"Ah, but Primarch," Hafgrim glided closer. "My scrying suggests that your essence entered through her mouth."
"Is that so?" Dakai tilted his hound-like head. "Then it''d be impossible to "
"You still think like a human," Skarn cut him off with a dismissive wave. "As Draugs, our biology transcends their limitations, our seeds'' modified genetic material capable of worming through tissue membranes." His maw curved into a grotesque smile. "Such is not unheard of, even among planet Earth''s ancient life forms."
Hafgrim''s arms coiled thoughtfully. "Even so, Primarchthe child grows within a vessel still human in mind and body. Its development could be...tainted by the mother''s human empathy. Sentimental weaknesses which render their speciespathetic and vulnerable."
Skarn whirled on her, his towering form suddenly looming over the ancient Kraken. The air crackled with red psionic energy as his rage manifested.
"You dare question the potency of my bloodline?" he snarled, muscles showing across his dark brown form. "My genetic legacy dominates any vestigial human traits. The child will know its true nature, regardless of the vessel that carries it."
Hafgrim''s three eyes blinked in rapid succession as she drifted backward. "Of course, Primarch. I merely seek to anticipate all contingencies, as I have for millennia."
Dakai snorted, a sound like stones grinding together. "What good is a single spawn? We need armies."
"Patience," Skarn commanded. "This child will be unlike any other. Born of a psionic Nordling mother and my enhanced genetics, it will serve as the perfect bridge between our kind and theirs. A key to unlocking the potential of the Moondust Crystal."
Hafgrim''s limbs writhed with what might have been excitement. "The Crystal... you believe the humans have located it?"
"They search for it even now," Skarn confirmed. "The Alliance, the Imperium, the Directorateall scrambling like larvae for a prize they cannot comprehend. Let them find it. Let them fight amongst themselves for it. When they are weakened, we will take it."
He strode back into the main chamber, his footsteps causing ripples in the fluid pool at its center.
"But first, we must prepare. The Eclipse Harbinger stirs beneath Io''s crust. The Day of Oblivion approaches, and we must be ready when the Nirbohs return to this system."
"The Nirbohs are a myth, a story to frighten hatchlings." Dakai growled, a sound that reverberated through the chamber.
Skarn moved with unexpected speed, seizing Dakai by the throat and lifting the smaller Radi-Mon off the ground with his cybernetic arm.
"Your ignorance is matched only by your arrogance," Skarn hissed, bringing Dakai''s face close to his own. "The Nirbohs are very real, and they come to reclaim what was once theirs. If we are not united, if we are not prepared, we will be swept aside like the humans."
He released Dakai, who stumbled back, gasping as he steadied himself on his four.
"December 10, 2299the Day of Oblivion. The day Earth falls, according to the Hivemind''s prophecy," Skarn continued, his voice lowering to a dangerous timbre. "But it will not fall to the Nirbohs. It will fall to us, and we will use its resources to stand against the True Enemy when they arrive."
Hafgrim''s mental voice slithered through their minds once more. "And the Moondust Crystal is the key to this victory?"
"It is one key," Skarn corrected. "The other is in my lineage. My children will bridge the divide between Radi-Mon and human, creating a new strain capable of withstanding both the Nirbohs'' power and their amibitions."
He turned to the organic console that had grown from the chamber floor, placing his hand upon it. The surface rippled, then displayed a holographic map of the Sol System, each planet and major moon highlighted.
"We must accelerate our plans," Skarn declared, his cybernetic eye focusing on the projection of Osram. "Hafgrim, find the weakpoints in Ysolde''s Sepulcher. We will need her Hundkynda abilities at full strength."
The Kraken''s three eyes blinked in acknowledgment.
"Dakai, gather your forces here in the Zeeman Crater. Other than Ysolde, it holds rich deposits of Zephyrium that must be secured."
Dakai, still rubbing his throat, nodded sullenly.
"The Hivemind has waited a million years for this moment. The ancient enemies approach, and we will be ready." Skarn continued, his voice taking on an almost contemplative quality.
He waved a hand through the hologram, causing it to dissolve into motes of light before turning to his lieutenants, his massive form backlit by the bioluminescent veins running through the chamber walls.
"Go. Fulfill your tasks. The next phase begins now."
Hafgrim sank back into the fluid pool, her limbs the last to disappear beneath the surface. Dakai backed toward the torn entrance from which he had come, maintaining eye contact with Skarn until he disappeared into the tunnel.
Alone once more, Skarn approached another membrane, this one larger than the others. Pushing through, he entered a private chamber where a single, massive sac pulsated with inner light. Within floated a naked, half-formed figure, feminine in shape but with emerging chitinous plates on her breasts, and the beginning of whitening skin over her body. The hair between her legs had receded, exposing smooth, inviting flesh.
"My new Hundkynda," Skarn murmured, placing his hand against the membrane. "Soon you will awaken, and together we will remake this system in our image."
Inside the sac, the woman''s eyes remained closed, but her lips moved slightly, as if responding to his words across the vast distance.
"Worry not, once Ysolde is rescued, she will mentor you as you adjust to our ways." Skarn''s orange eye glowed brighter as he gazed upon her. "And Sigrn...my Sigrn...she too will join us, whether she wishes to or not. Our child will ensure it."
Behind him, the Ormheimr portal pulsed, ready to carry the Primarch to his next destination. The great game had begun, and Skarn intended to winno matter the cost.
Ch30 Xin IX: Dressage
07:15, February 23, 2295
Near Danforth, Interstate 57 (I-57), IL 60930, Terra Alliance territory
The first light of dawn pierced the horizon as Xin and Lorna pulled up to a deserted stretch of I-57. The highway stretched out beneath a cold morning sky, its cracked pavement amplifying the desolation. Lorna barely spoke as they got out of the vehicle. He sensed her impatience even before they began.
Xins eyes trailed over the Space Rover, its hulking frame glinting faintly under the pale light of Midwest dawn. Its massive tires looked like they could crush the cracked pavement beneath them with ease. The armored plating, a pristine white marred by battle scars, hugged the Rovers muscular body, every dent and scratch a testament to the hell it had survived. A Gauss Machine Gun sat perched on top, its sleek barrel angled skyward like a sentinel. Even dormant, the Rover exuded menace, its cockpit windows tinted dark.
"We only have another day before the Osram mission begins. Get yourself familiar with the controls," Lorna said, her voice almost emotionless as she gestured towards the Space Rover. The scar on her left cheek from their ordeal in Taiwan only added to her serious demeanor. Xin wondered if it still pained her.
Swallowing hard, Xin climbed into the driver''s seat and began adjusting the harness. The instrument panel was an intimidating array of buttons, switches, and dials.
"These Rovers were used in off-world missions. They''ve survived harsh conditions that could kill a man in seconds. Osram, Mars, Venus, Io. You name it," Lornas tone was distant. The scent of her German Lavender perfume, though pleasant, did little to ease his mind.
As he finally took the wheel, the vehicle lurched awkwardly, and Xin could feel the crushing pressure of Lorna''s gaze on him. His hands shook slightly on the controls.
Every mistake he made felt magnified by the silence between them, and Xin couldn''t shake the feeling that he wasnt just physically small in comparison to her.
"Focus," Lorna snapped, her patience wearing thin. "We don''t have all day."
"Right," Xin clenched his jaw and took a deep breath, determined to regain control of both the vehicle and his emotions.
"More throttle control," Lornas gaze drilled into him as she ordered, her tone sharp but informative. "You need to feel the engine beneath you balance the weight distribution between the front and rear tires. Remember, everything out there wants to kill you, even the gravity."
"Thats what people on the Extranet say, yeah," Xin felt the weight of her words pressing on him.
"In 91, on Osram, we were in a canyon. Threw one of these into a tight corner too fast, and we lost half the Vanguard marines. The Rover flipped, sent them crashing into a rock wall."
Xin''s heart pounded in his chest as he drove through the deteriorating highway. This training wasn''t just for show; it was a test to see if he could handle her world of razor-thin margins. He gripped the wheel tighter. The Rover responded sluggishly to his touch.
"Switch seats, now," Lorna commanded, her voice sharp and cutting. As they exchanged places, Xin couldn''t help but notice the darkness that flickered behind her eyes.
The moment Lorna took the controls, it moved effortlessly under her touch, gliding across the battered highway at breakneck speeds. Her movements were fluid and controlled, but there was something almost reckless about the way she pushed the machine to its limits.
Watching her, Xin felt a mix of admiration and discomfort he wanted to understand her, to bridge the gap between them, but it now seemed an impossible task.
"Driving on Earth is nothing compared to Osram," Lorna said as her hands moved with ease over the controls. "Notice how I put in half the effort you did, but the rover feels lighter," she rose from her seat, exchanging with Xin once more. "Now, do it again."
Xin swallowed hard, his heart thudding in his chest as he took the wheel once more. He was determined to prove himself, but the pressure had reached a breaking point. His hands felt heavy, sluggish, and when the Rover skidded wildly to the side, Lorna''s frustration boiled over.
"Do you even understand what the fuck you''re doing?" she snapped, her voice cold and biting.
The words struck Xin like a physical blow. It wasn''t just about his driving anymore this felt personal. Humiliated and angry at himself, he bit back the urge to lash out, allowing the shame to sink in.
"This isnt your civilian Fusion Car, Xin," Lorna continued, her tone icy.
Xin''s heart hammered in his chest, the echoes of Lorna''s scorn still ringing in his ears. He felt the weight of her gaze on him, a palpable force that threatened to crush him beneath its intensity. But instead of crumbling beneath it, he drew in a slow, steadying breath and found his voice.
"Tell me how to fix it," he said, the words steady despite the emotions churning within him. There was a flicker of surprise in her ice-blue eyes betraying her shock.
Lorna''s anger seemed to wane for a moment as they switched seats to let her take the wheel again. His gaze lingered on the scar on her left cheek for a moment too long.
Her hands moved with practiced precision. The Rover responded immediately to her touch, as if the machine itself respected her. "Youre gripping the wheel too tight," she commented, her voice clipped. "Its not about forcing it. Feel it let the machine guide you. You fight the Rover, and youll lose."
"I see," Xin watched her in awe as the Rover seemed to glide under her control. Every motion was deliberate, every adjustment calculated.
"Try steering this thing when the grounds breaking apart under you. Venus quakes, massive fissures opening beneath us and I was still driving at 60 clicks. You dont win that fight by muscling through. You win by feeling the feedback." There was more to Lornas cold demeanor than impatience as they switched seats back. "Alright. Do it."
When Xin took the controls again, his heart raced, but this time, Lornas advice echoed in his mind. He loosened his grip, trying to sense the weight of the Rover beneath him, just as shed said. The vehicle responded more smoothly, its massive wheels crunching over the cracked pavement without the awkward lurches from before.
"Now, ease into the turns dont fight them." Lorna murmured, her tone softer now, though still commanding. "In low-gravity environments, its even more important."
Xin''s hands trembled slightly on the controls, but he refused to let it show. Instead, he trusted himself, allowing his movements to become more intuitive, more fluid.
And as the Rover glided effortlessly through the desolate landscape, he could feel the gap between them narrowing, Lorna''s approval drawing closer like a beacon in the darkness.
"Good," Lorna murmured, her voice a mix of satisfaction and something else something that made Xin''s heart race. "This things built to handle rough terrain. Trust the suspension system; itll do the work for you."
A small smile that tugged at Xins lips as he rode the Rover with newfound confidence. The cold morning sky stretched out over the deteriorating stretch of I-57, a canvas of grays and blues that mirrored his growing trepidation.
Suddenly, the Rover''s sensors flashed red, casting a glow on Lorna''s pale face. Her eyes darkened as she checked the readings, her tone even. "Helionite dumps ahead. Just another day in the Midwest wilderness."
Xin''s heart rate increased at the mention of the byproduct from cold fusion reactors. Although it was harmless to the human body, he knew that Helionite always attracted Radi-Mons like moths to a flame. In the distance, they could see a mound of tightly sealed steel yellow barrels haphazardly stacked together like ruins.
"Is this common out here? Unorganized Helionite dumps?" Xin asked, trying to sound calm.
Lorna''s tone was laced with bitterness, "Most of these were dumped by lazy Mega Corps who don''t want to pay for their own nuclear waste storage. But since those fat cats are also financial backers of the Alliance Armed Forces, no one cares. It sucks to be a local resident."
Ahead, they spotted another mound of barrels crawling with creatures resembling chestnut-colored giant mutated ants, each the size of a hoverbike, eagerly tearing apart old barrels leaking sickly green sludge with their mouths and insectoid limbs.
"Maurs. You dont see them often because they''re mindless collectors for the Fenris Horde. Usually too busy harvesting Helionite or Zephyrium to bother humans," Lorna commented as she switched the Gauss Machine Gun into active mode, her fingers deftly adjusting the controls.
The Maurs'' feeding frenzy had torn open dozens of Helionite containers, their corrosive saliva breaking down the industrial-grade seals as easily as paper. Behind their feeding ground, a partially exposed Zephyrium processor lay dormant, its crystalline structure still occasionally flickering with residual power.
Lorna seemed unfazed, but Xin noticed how she unconsciously touched the scar on her cheek whenever they passed particularly dense clusters of radiation. The Space Rover''s own fusion core hummed in response to the surrounding energy, its shielding automatically adjusting to compensate for the chaotic readings.
"In the Imperium, wed let our fusion waste flow through those fancy green columns to demonstrate power," Xin muttered. "But this..." He gestured at the sprawling yard of leaking barrels and corrupted processors.
"Welcome to the Terra Alliance, where corporate profits matter more than everything," Lorna replied grimly. Her words cut off as the sensors screamed a warning. The Maurs had stopped feeding, their bodies now crackling with stolen fusion energy as they turned their attention toward the Rover. "But since were SIMU, well exterminate these pests just the same."
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Lornas hands moved with mechanical precision as she activated the Gauss Machine Gun perched on the Rovers top. The sleek barrel whirred to life, its energy core thrumming with an electric hum that Xin felt deep in his chest. A low glow emanated from the weapon, casting a faint blue light across the Rovers control panel, making Lornas pale features look otherworldly, almost angelic.
"Wait for it," she whispered calmly. As the spinning came to an end, the first shot exploded into the air with a sharp crack, slicing through the chilly morning air.
The Gauss Machine Gun released its payload in a precise burst, its projectiles tearing through the closest Maurs with ease. In a flash, Xin watched the creatures reduced to shattered shells, their exoskeletons splitting apart, spraying black ichor in every direction. The remnants of their insectoid limbs thudded against the ground, the barrels theyd been feasting on now drenched in alien gore.
Lornas expression remained calm, almost serene. She was like a Valkyrie presiding over the battlefield, her beauty magnified by the ruthless efficiency with which she dispatched the Maurs. The subtle curve of her peach-hued lips hinted at satisfaction, but her cerulean eyes were cold, calculating, every shot fired with the intent to annihilate. The dim early morning light cast a halo-like effect around her head, accentuating the loose blonde strands of her hair. Even the scar on her cheek seemed to add to her allure, like a stroke of red silk against the smooth ivory of her countenance, a symbol of her unwavering strength.
Another series of shots echoed, a streak of quantum blue light flashing across the desolate highway, and more Maurs fell. Xins heart raced in sync with the rhythmic fire of the Gauss Machine Gun.
The last Maur fell with a crunch, its segmented body twitching in death throes before going still. The silence that followed was deafening, punctuated only by the soft hum of the Gauss Machine Gun powering down.
Lorna sat back in her seat, her hand resting lightly on the console, fingers still poised over the weapons control. The hard lines of her expression softened slightly, but the glint of steel remained in her eyes. "I usually handle the shooting while guys do the driving," she said. "You''ll see what I can do when we meet monsters that fight back."
As if on cue, the sensors picked up incoming Radi-Mon signatures, sharp emergency sirens firing off in the rover. A pack of Skuggrs had been drawn to them, their brown chitinous exoskeletons glistening as they chased after the Space Rover.
"Drive, don''t stop!" Lorna commanded, her voice steely but reassuring.
"As you wish!" Xin''s hands gripped the wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white as he focused on navigating through the chaos unfolding before them.
"Skuggrs are clever fuckers. They know there are humans inside vehicles like ours," Lorna commented, her aim precise and cold as she targeted the approaching monsters and fired. The sound of gunfire mixed with metal sizzling filled the air as acidic bile splashed onto the Rover''s side, sending shivers down Xin''s spine. "But today, were hunters and theyre prey."
A surge of panic threatened to overwhelm him, but Lornas aura anchored him to the present moment. He pushed the Rover harder as they now got on a straight road, trying to ignore the sensation caused by the Skuggrs'' acid on the Rovers chassis. "Lets kick this hunt into overdrive, then."
"Keep at this speed. I''ll cover us," Lorna''s voice was firm as she focused on gun control. More gunfire followed as two of the Skuggrs exploded into piles of flesh and bile.
"Im on it," Xin''s chest tightened at the thought. He couldn''t afford to let his fear get the better of him, not now. Not when Lorna depended on him to keep them both alive.
It was then that a pack of mutated hounds appeared around them, no less than a dozen. Agile and hungry, they growled as they attempted to surround the Space Rover.
"Bone Fiends are almost on us!" Lornas voice cut through the chaos like a knife, her focus unwavering as she fired another volley from the Gauss Machine Gun. The piercing shots tore through the first few Bone Fiends, their twisted forms exploding into a spray of flesh and bone, but the others were relentless. Several evaded her precision fire, darting into blind spots and clinging to the Rovers side, their claws digging into the armored frame as they attempted to tear it apart.
Xin''s heart hammered in his chest, but amidst the noise of the battlefield, an idea sparked. His hands tightened on the wheel, knuckles white as he calculated the maneuver in his head.
The Rovers advanced suspension, Lornas instructions about the weight distribution he could use it.
Without warning, Xin slammed the Rover into a sharp, unexpected turn, the massive vehicle veering off the road at a precarious angle. The force of the movement jolted through the frame, and Xin gritted his teeth as the tires screeched against the cracked asphalt.
For a split second, it felt like the world tilted on its axis, the Rover threatening to tip. But Xin held fast, trusting the machine and everything Lorna had taught him. The Bone Fiends werent so lucky.
The sudden shift in momentum sent the creatures flying from the Rovers side, their claws scraping futilely as they lost their grip. The centrifugal force hurled them away, their skeletal forms slamming into the concrete barriers lining the road with bone-crushing impact.
Lornas eyes widened, caught off guard by the unexpected move. But as the last Bone Fiend was thrown clear, her lips curled into an approving smirk.
"Not bad. Now its my turn!" she muttered as her fingers danced across the control panel, unleashing another burst from the Gauss Machine Gun. The rapid fire prevented the remaining Bone Fiends from regrouping and took down any that dared to approach as Xin maneuvered the Rover back onto the crumbling highway.
He took a deep breath, inhaling a mixture of Lorna''s lavender perfume and sweat emanating from both of their bodies. The rawness of her scent only invigorated him more.
Suddenly, four Skuggrs unburrowed from the sides to launch acidic bile, their attacks growing increasingly precise and ruthless. A well-aimed shot melted part of the rear plating, filling the cabin with the stench of burning metal. Xin could feel the heat and tension mounting; the Rover was taking serious damage.
"Damn it," Lorna muttered, her icy blue eyes narrowed in focus as she fired controlled bursts from the Gauss Machine Gun. She was methodical, picking off the Skuggrs one by one, but even she knew they were outnumbered. The Rover screeched and swerved hard to avoid another incoming bile stream, narrowly avoiding the hit. In the chaos, Xin found an odd sense of calm - Lorna''s cold, confident demeanor acted as an anchor amidst the storm.
"Need to clear a path, Lorna," Xin said, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through him. "I''m going to punch it."
Lorna glanced over at him, her gaze locked onto his for a brief moment before she nodded, a flicker of approval in her eyes that sent a shiver down Xin''s spine. She adjusted her aim, focusing on the Bone Fiends blocking their escape route.
"Go!" she said simply, and Xin didn''t hesitate.
With a deep breath, he slammed the accelerator, pushing the Rover to its limit. The vehicle surged forward, a wild beast charging through the remnants of the Bone Fiend pack. Lorna''s gunfire tore through their ranks as the Rover burst free of the ambush. The Skuggrs retreated into the shadows, their acidic bile still sizzling in the distance.
"We did it," Xin exhaled slowly, his body finally relaxing as the immediate threat passed. His hands were still shaking, but they had kept each other alive.
"Good job," Lorna said, powering down the gun. Her face was expressionless, but there was warmth in her eyes as she looked over at him - something rare and precious. "You did good, Xin."
The moment of triumph was shattered by a piercing alarm from the Rover''s sensors. A massive bio-signature appeared on their radar, moving at impossible speeds. Through the cracked windshield, Xin caught a glimpse of something that made his blood run cold - a monstrous shape emerging from the tree line, easily three times the size of the regular Bone Fiends. Its dark, rippling form was adorned with pulsing, organic tubes that connected from its gaping maw to its spine, throbbing with each thunderous step.
"Fuck," Lorna''s voice carried an edge he''d never heard before. "Mao Dakai."
The creature''s presence seemed to make the air itself grow heavy. More Bone Fiends emerged behind it, but they were mere shadows compared to their master''s hulking frame. Xin watched in horror as Dakai''s massive jaws opened, revealing rows of serrated teeth still dripping with fresh gore.
"Drive. Now." Lorna''s command was razor-sharp as she swung the Gauss Machine Gun around. "That bastard''s taken down entire SIMU squads. Rachel, Sarah, Monica - he didn''t just kill them. He..." Her voice cracked slightly before hardening again. "He turned them. The ones he doesn''t eat, he breeds. And the gun won''t stop him."
Xin slammed the accelerator, but Dakai matched their pace with terrifying ease.
The regular Bone Fiends fell behind, unable to keep up with their alpha''s inhuman speed.
Whos in that Space Rover, now? Sarahs sister? Monicas long lost cousin? The massive Radi-Mon''s thundering footfalls shook the ground as it pursued them, its bestial frame moving with an agility that defied its size.
Shut the fuck up, you dritt! Lorna opened fire, the Gauss Machine Gun''s rounds tearing into Dakai''s flesh. Where such hits had shredded the other Radi-Mons, they merely seemed to irritate the monster. Dark ichor sprayed from the wounds, but Dakai barely slowed, his muscled form regenerating almost as quickly as the bullets could tear into it.
"He''s not stopping," Xin''s voice was tight with tension as he wrestled with the controls, pushing the Rover to its limits. The wound on Dakai''s hide sealed themselves shut, leaving only dark stains that traced patterns across his grotesque form.
"Kneecap the fucker!" Lorna shouted, adjusting her aim. A burst of concentrated fire struck Dakai''s leg joint, finally drawing a roar of pain from the beast. The monster stumbled, its massive frame faltering for just a moment - but a moment was all they needed.
Xin seized the opportunity, yanking the wheel hard. The Rover screamed as he pushed it into a tight turn that would have flipped a lesser vehicle, using every bit of skill Lorna had taught him. They shot down a narrow side road, buying precious seconds as Dakai''s bulk worked against him, forcing him to slow and turn.
"He won''t give up," Lorna''s voice was grim as she kept the gun trained behind them. "I''ve seen him chase prey for days. He''s...as persistent as those creeps in subways. Enjoys the hunt. Likes to wear them down until-" She cut herself off, but Xin could hear the personal edge in her voice.
The beast''s roar echoed behind them, a sound of frustrated hunger and promise.
Through the rear camera, Xin could see Dakai already regaining speed, his powerful legs carrying his massive frame with terrible purpose. The organic tubes along his body pulsed faster, as if excited by the chase. I can smell you through the chassis, little younglings! One man in his thirties, and one woman nearing the end of her twenties, is it?
"The old quarry!" Lorna pointed ahead. "The rocks will slow him down. He''s too big to maneuver well there."
Xin nodded, understanding immediately. He guided the Rover off-road, the suspension groaning as they hit the rougher terrain. His earlier lessons proved vital now - every bump and dip could mean the difference between escape and becoming another of Dakai''s victims.
Behind them, Dakai''s frustrated roars grew more distant as they threaded through the narrow paths between the quarry''s rock formations. The massive Radi-Mon was forced to slow, his bulk preventing him from following their exact route.
When they finally emerged on the other side, Dakai''s form was just a dark shape in the distance, his bestial cry carrying a promise of future encounters. Xin''s hands were shaking on the wheel, the full weight of what they''d escaped finally hitting him.
"We got lucky," Lorna''s voice was quiet, her eyes still fixed on the rear view. "He''ll remember us now. Remember you." She turned to face him, her expression deadly serious. "Next time we meet him, it won''t be about escape."
The Space Rover''s battered frame endured, the scent of burnt metal and melted plastic lingering in the air.
A rare, soft smile graced Lornas lips as she spoke, her voice teasing but gentle. "Up for more? Pistol training, touring the brig, all that."
The challenge hung between them, her eyes daring him to accept.
Xin''s heart swelled with newfound confidence, and he met her gaze with a grin of his own. "Bring it on," he replied, his voice steady and playful.
Lorna''s vibrant blue eyes sparkled with something akin to pride, and Xin felt a warmth inside him that he hadn''t known he''d been craving.
As the morning sun began to rise higher in the sky, Lorna leaned back in her seat with a half-smile. "Drive us back to Evanston HQ and have the Space Rover repaired. Well grab a quick bite along the way."
"Roger that!" Xin''s fingers danced over the Rover''s controls, guiding the damaged vehicle smoothly through the barren landscape.
Ch31 Dilinur V: Chamber Discipline
17:42, February 22, 2295
Outside Chamber 42, Governor''s Palace (m), No. 777, Songren Road, Xinyi District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons Territory
Dilinur couldn''t predict what awaited her now. Being summoned at this time of day was never a good sign for government agents like herself; it usually meant demotion, corporal punishment, death or things even worse.
The crimson corridor stretched before her, bathed in the glow of cold fusion lanterns. Each step of her leather boots was a drumbeat on the polished marble, accompanied by the sways of her onyx red silk robe.
She arrived at the appointed room Chamber 42. The opulent door stood before her, its surface an ornate tableau.
Through the seams of the door, she could hear a symphony of carnal indulgence Governor Zu-Shao Qin''s deep voice moaning in pleasure, accompanied by the soft whimpers of a woman and the wet sucking sounds of fleshly desires. With her sharp hearing, she recognized the cadence of Secretary Shazmeen Varma''s breaths between each of Shao''s groans knew them as intimately as one knows the blade they''ve crossed in battle.
Dilinur''s hand hesitated on the handle, feeling the vibrations of what lay beyond. Her little finger, half-sprouted and motionless, could feel the cool metal.
As silence fell like a shroud behind the door, it hissed open, revealing the aftermath of hedonistic ritual within. Shazmeen emerged. Stains of white, the spoils of her labor, marred her blouse near her chest and lower lip, evidence of the appetites she had pleased, trophies of her conquest over the man who ruled them both.
"Good evening, Dinu. Here to receive your punishment by Governor Qin?" Shazmeen taunted, her voice smooth like velvet and laced with the taste of shared complicity. The Secretary of Province knew her place in the Governors mind, and certainly believed it was above Dilinurs.
"None of your business, Shazmeen," Dilinur responded evenly, trying to hide the revulsion stirring in her stomach.
"You know, your career would have been much easier if you used your femininity more. Appeal tothe base needs of men above us," Shazmeen held up a vial containing more of the white fluid, fresh and thick, its source unmistakably clear.
"To each our own, Shazmeen," Dinu said cautiously, averting her gaze.
"Pride can only get you so far, Dinu," the Djinno woman said in a condescending tone.
As Shazmeen left, Dilinur entered the lion''s den, the lingering scent of the mans release heavy in the air. The door sealed behind her with a quiet click as she crossed into the room. "Governor Qin, I have come as you requested."
"Good, Dinu. Good..." Governor Zu-Shao Qin reclined lazily on an opulent throne-like chair, his usual attire of red and black robes undisturbed but radiating an aura of satisfaction. The air itself seemed to bend around him, laced with the remnants of Shazmeen''s ministrations.
"Sit," he commanded, gesturing toward a plain wooden chair opposite his own a mere dwarf compared to his grand seat.
As she complied, her muscles coiled tight, Dilinur''s gaze skittered across the room, taking in the dragons embroidered on fine tapestries and the golden chalices standing sentinel on a sideboard crafted from darkwood.
"So, once again you have chosen to protect insignificant civilians while letting our enemies slip away. Subject S has fled from Earth, a ZenFusion engineer has escaped with a copy of the Moondust Crystal data to Alliance lands. And that little android awarded to him, U6-M9 gone! No one at the Logistic Hub could tell me what happened. Useless Peons," Shao began, his voice low. "You have all failed me."
"Yes, milord," Dilinur murmured, bowing her head slightly, though the iron grip of intimidation circled her throat like a collar.
You have one chance to explain yourself, Shao said with eyes that glinted like sharp daggers.
"I did what was best for the people and our public image." Dilinur reported carefully, her fingers drumming silently on her thighs.
Shao''s eyes gleamed with cold interest. "Public image."
"Yes, milord. In light of recent Radi-Mon incidents and growing distrust towards the government, showing willingness to protect should calm the people''s minds." Dilinur noted, her tone neutral but weighted.
"Hmm." Shao''s fingers rested on his armrest. "It would be pleasant to have less stupid locals joining the Sand Lotus."
"Indeed. In the long run, it''d also lessen the need for excessive security, the cost conserved could be funneled to your expenditure in hosting social events and other equally pleasant activities " Dilinur listed, before Shao cut her off with a wave.
"No need to remind me," he smiled, though it didn''t reach his eyes. Shao''s smile remained cold, calculating. "On a side note, while I could care less about a missing android, there must be a reason why someone would take her."
Dilinur could feel her own posture tensing, however slightly. "My apologies. I should have foreseen the contingency."
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"You should have," Shao leaned back in his throne-like chair, swirling the contents of his chalice, "But such menial tasks are beneath us. Have Seneschal Wei investigate it."
"It shall be done," Dinu bowed once more, deeper this time as she picked up the lingering scent of Shazmeen''s earlier visit.
"This brings us to the next matter we should address," he continued, unfurling a dark yellow holographic scroll across the distance between them. The scroll depicted the Moons cratered visage, marked with cryptic symbols. "The Moondust Crystal is nestled within an assemblage. The visualized data shows that this Vault of Primal Urges is located deep in the core of Osram. You will retrieve it."
"Of course, it should be a most exhilarating task," Dilinur focused on the map, noting the perilous location marked for extraction.
"That it is. For this time, Prince Joon-Seok of the Choson Peninsula will assist you," Shao said, the name rolling off his tongue. "He is knowledgeable in operations beyond Earth. Our military exercises have also ended prematurely, our troops recalled to join this mission."
"Yes, milord. And I assume an individual of such stature demands some protocols?" Dinu replied carefully.
"As one of the Emperors most favored psionic champions, to have Joon-Seok join us is an immense honor," Shaos gaze dropped, a deliberate trail from her eyes down to her chest. She felt the weight of his stare like a physical touch, lecherous and calculating, as if undressing her resolve. "Youve been selected to be the Hostess as the Prince visits Taipei tomorrow. In your absence, your usual administrative duties in Taipei will be handled by Seneschal Wei Cheng and Secretary Shazmeen."
Dinu fought not to squirm under the scrutiny, to maintain the composure expected of her station. In the past, Shao had taken advantage of her subordinate position in various ways, ones that had disgraced women like herself.
"Thank you, Governor. Ill be sure to observe the protocols expected," she managed, her voice steady but her pulse quickened, her hands clenched into fists, her mind racing with estimations when this meeting would end.
"Not yet!" Shao''s voice interrupted as if he could sense Dinu''s thoughts. His eyes narrowed as he continued, "It is time for your carnal punishments."
"M-my lord," Dilinur stammered, feeling her throat tighten as she sat down. "Might you prefer to rest instead?"
"No need to worry. Your chastity will remain intact," Shao replied, standing up from his grand chair and circling around the table towards Dilinur. He grabbed her breasts with both hands, causing her to gasp in shock.
Shao began massaging her breasts, squeezing them with a possessive ownership that made Dilinur shudder. She did not resist as he undid her robes buttons and unlaced her corset, the cool air prickling her naked skin. His hands roamed over her naked body, touching, squeezing, and tracing patterns that sent both chills and heat coursing through her veins. His touch was invasive, and Dilinur felt her dignity dissolve under his leering gaze.
"Turn around," he commanded.
And she did, feeling her cheeks flame as he admired her naked back. He traced the curve of her spine with a cruel finger, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
"Kneel," he then ordered.
Dilinur obeyed, her heart pounding against her ribs. He ran his fingers to her head, unclasping her hairpin then pulling her hair roughly into a makeshift leash which he held onto possessively, the degradation reflecting in his eyes. "Letting Skarn escape, failing to obliterate the Alliance invaders who intrude on our territory. Were it another province, your mistakes would warrant an execution or a tour in the Empresss Gardens."
"Yes, of course," she replied in a tone devoid of emotions. As the Governors hand grabbed her, she held herself still, feeling his grip tighten almost painfully as he pulled her close. Her heart raced as he traced the curves of her body. She swallowed hard, feeling like a helpless doll in his grubby hands. He kneaded and pinched the flesh of her breasts without any regard for her comfort.
"Yet today, I am feeling generous. Your failures and deficiencies are forgiven." his fingers dug into her nipples, causing sharp pains that shot through her entire body.
She bit down on her lip to stifle the cries that threatened to escape, but they bubbled up inside her anyway - small whimpers that made their way out despite her efforts. "Your mercy honors memilord."
"Do better next time," he finished, his breath hot on her neck, she could feel him smirking as he continued his assault on her senses.
From behind, his lips moved slowly along her shoulder and neck. She closed her eyes tightly before opening them again when sharp teeth grazed her neck. His tongue invaded her cheek roughly, tasting every inch as his grip on her hair tightened.
He pulled away suddenly, leaving Dilinur gasping for air and trembling with fear and revulsion. The coldness of the room contrasted sharply with the heat that burned within her now, making it difficult to focus on anything but the persistent trembling of her legs.
She turned to see his hands brush against something cool at his waist - a Medi-Vap - before he brought it up to press against her lips. "Open," he commanded softly, watching intently as she obeyed despite wanting nothing more than to spit in his face right now. The cool mist inside filled her mouth as the minor wounds on her breasts and neck healed, leaving no trace of the violation that had occurred.
"That should suffice," Shao said with a smirk, releasing her hair from his grasp. "Now, get dressed."
She rose from the floor, the cool air of the room prickling her bare skin. Picking up her corset with trembling hands, she laced it back up, its tight embrace a familiar, if not comforting, sensation. She slipped into her robes, the fabric heavy and oppressive against her corseted body. With a sigh, she picked up her hairpin from the table, fastening her hair in a neat bun.
"Back to business. The Terra Alliance will most likely be there on Osram. But the Emperor expects results, not excuses. Secure the Moondust Crystal and ensure its integrity, by any means." Shao returned to his throne and sat down, his tone once again filled with merciless determination.
"By any means," Dilinur echoed, the phrase tasting like ash upon her tongue as she sat in her chair.
"Fail me again, and there will be more punishments," he purred, leaning back in his chair and folding the holographic scroll on his desk before handing it to Dilinur. "Take this Holo Scroll with you. You leave at dawn to meet Joon-Seok at the Mount Sword Lake Hotel."
As she took the Holo Scroll with both hands and rose from her seat, Dilinur couldn''t help but cast one final glance at Shao. His smug satisfaction was evident as he turned away from her and stared out of the window at the full Moon hanging in the night sky.
"Osram awaits, Dinu," he muttered, his voice laced with a dark promise. "With the Moondust Crystal, comes a power not only to dominate those Radi-Mons but also to bring the Five Realms under Imperium''s reign. Succeed at this, and wed both ascend the hierarchy within the Legion, away from this backwater island."
"Indeed, milord," she whispered before stepping back into the crimson corridor. Were it in her power, she would cast a spell on Shao just to see him squirm. But for now, she would play the game. One day, the right time to have her revenge would come.
Ch32 Jabari VIII: Combat Readiness
07:15, February 21, 2295
Crew Quarters, Lower Deck, DSS Isazi, Earth Orbit
With sweat beaded on his forehead, Jabari opened his eyes to the soft glow of his sleeping compartment. For a moment, disorientation claimed him. The ship''s environmental systems simulated dawn, gradually increasing light levels in his compact quarters.
He sat up, careful not to hit his head on the compartment''s low ceiling. The room was efficiently designed a fold-down desk, integrated storage panels, and a viewscreen displaying Earth below. Blue oceans and white cloud patterns swirled across the homeworld, Africa''s distinctive shape partially visible as the ship maintained its geosynchronous orbit.
Eleven days in space. Eleven days of equipment checks and waiting.
Stretching, Jabari accessed the small personal terminal beside his bunk. Several mission updates awaited his attention, but his thoughts drifted elsewhere. To the memory of a Spirit Lantern''s golden glow. To amber eyes set in porcelain-white synthetic skin.
Fuuka and Ume. Two womenone human, one androidboth of whom had begun occupying his thoughts in ways he hadn''t anticipated. He glanced downward at his sleepwear, irked by the involuntary bodily discharge.
Jabari slipped out of his bunk and padded down the narrow corridor to the hygiene pod. The door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing the compact but efficient space. He stripped off his soiled sleepwear and placed it in the cleaning receptacle. A burst of ultrasonic waves and nano-cleansing agents would have it fresh within minutes.
He stepped into the shower alcove. "Quick rinse, thirty seconds!"
The pod responded with a fine mist of ionized water droplets that dissolved any residue from his skin while using minimal water.
Dry within moments thanks to the air circulation system, Jabari pressed his palm against the uniform dispenser''s biometric scanner. The panel slid open, presenting his standard-issue attire. The base layer, a moisture-wicking graphene weave, molded to his form as he pulled it on. Next came the reinforced gray suit, its smart fabric automatically adjusting for optimal fit.
"Wonder if they have amenities like this, too, wherever she''s from." he muttered to himself, recalling Fuuka''s last smile as she disappeared into Nusantara''s rainforest, her promise to meet again hanging in the air.
The emerald green combat armor pieces clicked into place over strategic pointschest, shoulders, forearms, shins. Each segment connected through magnetic coupling points, eliminating the need for traditional fasteners. A soft orange glow pulsed once along the armor''s edges as the power systems initialized, confirming proper installation.
Less than five minutes after entering, Jabari emerged from the pod fully dressed and ready for duty. The cleaning receptacle chimed, his sleepwear now fresh and automatically folded, ready for the next use.
"Ah, the sleeping lion awakens," Wilhelm''s voice cut through his thoughts as the compartment door slid open. The Valoran pilot leaned against the doorframe, already dressed in his emerald uniform, golden rank insignia catching the light. "Pleasant dreams, Lieutenant?"
"Yeah, well. It was alright." Jabari straightened, shaking off his contemplation. "Just thinking aboutthings."
"About a certain Sand Lotus lady with the glowing lantern?" Wilhelm''s smirk was knowing. "Or the synthetic damsel we rescued from Imperial clutches?"
Heat rose to Jabari''s face. "About the mission," he lied, swinging his legs over the side of the bunk. "Any updates?"
"Right, right. The mission." Wilhelm let the topic slide, his expression shifting to something more serious. "Seydou''s finally ready. Been preparing Ume for the memory extraction all night says he''s reached a critical stage in the process."
"Memory extraction?" Jabari felt a sudden unease. "I thought he was just going to access her data banks."
"Not so simple with a Da-Ji model, apparently." Wilhelm pushed off from the doorframe. "Whoever stored the data about the Moondust Crystal in her embedded it deep within the positronic matrix. Seydou says it''s entangled with her personality subroutines."
Jabari took a step forward. "Is she in danger?"
"Seydou says no, but..." Wilhelm hesitated. "He''s put her into a state he calls ''deep sleep.'' Says it''s necessary to access the encrypted fragments without triggering security protocols."
"And Celine approved this?"
"She did." Wilhelm checked his Quantum Watch. "Chairman Kofi is joining via hologram for the procedure. Must be important if it pulled him away from his Moon Yam investments."
Jabari pulled on his boots. "Where?"
"Tech lab, Deck C. Thirty minutes until they begin." Wilhelm studied him with unusual seriousness. "I know you''ve grown attached to our synthetic friend. But remember why we brought her aboard. The data she carries could change everything."
"She''s not just a data carrier, Wilhelm," Jabari said, perhaps too quickly. "She made her choice to help us."
Wilhelm raised an eyebrow but didn''t press further. "Seydou said once he starts, he can''t interrupt the process."
As Wilhelm left, Jabari moved back to the small washroom, splashing cold water on his face. In the mirror, his reflection looked backdetermined, but with a shadow of worry in his eyes.
The Isazi had been their home since escaping Nusantara, stuck in Earth orbit while waiting for specialized equipment for Ume''s memory extraction. Eleven days of tactical meetings and system checks. Eleven days of getting to know the android who now trusted them with her existence.
Eleven days of wondering why the thought of her being harmed bothered him so much.
Quickly finishing his morning routine, Jabari headed for the corridor.
As he navigated toward Deck C, Jabari passed several Ologun marines, their armor bearing the distinctive Kimaris Warband insigniathe Protea King White emblem.
"Good morning, Lieutenant Adomako," one of the marines intoned, saluting with a gauntleted hand. "Heard we''ll be heading for Osram soon?"
"So I heard." Jabari nodded at the soldier as he took a few more steps before pausing. "You guys had breakfast?"
"Yes, sir. Jacked up and good to go." the soldier held up his Plasma Rifle passionately, safety on. "The millet porridge was fantastic!"
"Good, good." Jabari wasted no time as he pointed down the corridor. "Got an important meeting with Madame Celine. I''ll catch you later."
09:30, February 21, 2295
Tech Lab, Deck C, DSS Isazi, Earth Orbit
The tech lab hummed with energy as Jabari entered. Walls lined with holographic interfaces, crystalline memory banks glowing with stored data, and at its center, a specialized diagnostic chair where Ume sat motionless, eyes closed.
Optical cables snaked from her temples to Seydou''s Android Modifier, a device resembling a complex crown of gray and blue. Each component pulsed with subtle light as it interfaced with Ume''s positronic brain.
"Just in time," Seydou said without looking up, fingers flying across multiple holographic panels. His technical medallions clicked softly as he worked. "Final calibration sequence initiating."
Celine stood nearby, arms crossed. Wilhelm leaned against a console, casual posture betrayed by tension in his shoulders.
Jabari moved closer to Ume, studying her dormant state. Her synthetic features were perfectly composed, as if in peaceful sleep, but her stillness and lack of breathing were unsettling. The kimono she''d worn since their rescue had been replaced with a medical garment in Directorate emerald.
"How long will this take?" he asked, unable to mask his concern.
"The extraction process should complete within the hour," Seydou replied, adjusting his protective goggles. "Though with Imperial encryption, one can never be certain. Whoever put the data did lots of hard-coding stuffs. Either they were short on time, or simply assumed nobody would hack through."
Celine''s checked the comm device in her left ear briefly before continuing. "Chairman Kofi will be joining us shortly. He wants immediate updates on our findings."
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"Any word on Prince Laurent?" Jabari asked, his voice carrying an edge that made Celine turn toward him.
"Even with the Crystal on our list, My priority is finding the Prince," Celine stated firmly, her posture straightening. "The moment this extraction is complete, I intend to set course for Zeeman Crater, regardless of what''s in the android''s memory banks."
Wilhelm raised an eyebrow. "Rather decisive, aren''t we, madam?"
"Laurent is Kimaris Warband''s commander. Your commander." Celine replied, her tone leaving no room for argument. "Without him, we are operating at reduced capacity. The Crystal, whatever its value, is secondary."
A holographic pad nearby activated, coalescing into the imposing figure of Chairman Kofi Mensah. His emerald robes caught the light in complex patterns, traditional gold medallions gleaming against his chest.
"Kimaris," Kofi''s suave voice filled the space, his accent emphasizing certain syllables in a rhythm like traditional drums. "Status report."
Seydou straightened, adjusting his posture almost unconsciously. "Extraction procedure at seventy-eight percent, Oguamtrani. We''ve bypassed the initial security layers, but Imperial encryption remains formidable."
"Intels says the Imperium and the Alliance are both on the move. How quickly can you complete the process?" Kofi asked, attention focused entirely on Seydou.
"Chairman," Jabari interjected, stepping forward, venturing a statement that he felt would sound just right to anyone. "Ume''s systems are delicate. Rushing could damage her consciousness."
Kofi regarded him with mild surprise. "Your concern is noted, Lieutenant. However, the data that U6-M9 carries may be vital to Directorate interests."
"Agreed, Oguamtrani," Celine added. "Once we''ve extracted what we need, we should immediately set course for Zeeman Crater. Prince Laurent''s last known coordinates"
"One mission at a time, Dr. Kamara," Kofi replied smoothly.
The Android Modifier hummed louder, its components glowing brighter as Seydou continued the extraction. On multiple screens, cascades of code flowedstrings of data so complex they resembled abstract art more than any meaningful strings to Jabari.
"Five nested For-loops? Please, whoever compressed this data, I could do better when I was sophomore!" Seydou announced suddenly, excitement overtaking his usual measured tone. "Oh wait, oh wait, yes yes yes, and breakthrough achieved! Accessing primary data nodes now."
The main display shifted, showing fragmented imagescrystalline structures that pulsed with inner light, ancient stonework, and maps of Osram that focused with increasing detail on two distinct locations: Mare Imbrium on the Near Side and a smaller site within an unassuming crater on the Far Side.
"There," Seydou highlighted a segment of the map. "The Moondust Crystal''s primary mass appears to be located in this Vault of Primal Urges beneath Mare Imbrium. Extensive security systems, likely Neptunian in origin."
"And this second location?" Kofi''s hologram moved closer to the display, his interest visibly piqued.
Seydou enlarged the image. "A fragment, separated from the main Crystal. Located in Zeeman Crater, Far Side. Much smaller, but potentially just as important. Someone must''ve gone through a lot of work to separate that shard."
Celine studied the display, her expression shifting subtly. "Zeeman Crater. Where Laurent disappeared."
"Two objectives in the same location," Wilhelm murmured. "Convenient."
"Not necessarily," Seydou cautioned, bringing up new data streams. "The fragment is at the crater''s edge, while Prince Laurent''s last transmission came from deeper within. Different sectors entirely."
Jabari watched as more information materialized on the screensschematics of ancient structures, energy readings, and fragments of what appeared to be warnings in multiple languages.
"Chairman," Celine stepped forward. "With respect, our primary duty must be to Prince Laurent. If he''s still in Zeeman Crater"
"I understand your loyalty, Dr. Kamara," Kofi interrupted, his tone suddenly decisive. His hologram expanded slightly. "Kimaris Warband will proceed to Zeeman Craternot for Prince Laurent, but for the Crystal fragment. The other powers will be too occupied fighting over the main body to notice our acquisition of the shard."
"Sir," Celine''s voice remained steady despite the clear disagreement. "Prince Laurent"
"Will have to wait," Kofi concluded firmly. "I''ve dispatched Nyame Warband to conduct search operations. Your priority now is securing that Crystal fragment before anyone realizes its existence."
Celine''s expression remained neutral, though Jabari could see the conflict behind her eyes. "Understood, Oguamtrani."
"I''ll expect regular updates on your progress," Kofi continued. With that, his hologram flickered and dissolved, leaving the tech lab in momentary silence.
Wilhelm broke the tension, pushing away from the console. "Seems our course is set, hey?"
Jabari remained by Ume''s side as Seydou began disconnecting the optical cables from her temples. "Will she be alright?"
"More than alright," Seydou assured him, his earlier urgency giving way to professional confidence.
"She returns to her quarters afterwards," Celine interjected, already moving toward the exit. "Her role is complete."
"Ma''am. Ume chose to help us." Jabari said, feeling heat rise to his face. "She deserves better than to be used and discarded."
"I agree," Seydou said, surprising everyone. "Besides, Ume may be essential to locating the fragment."
Celine turned, one eyebrow raised. "Explain."
"The resonance frequency we extractedit''s not just data, it''s a sensory input," Seydou explained, removing his protective goggles. "Ume''s systems could be recalibrated to detect it. She could lead us directly to the fragment, even through interference that would blind our instruments."
"You''re suggesting we bring an androidan Imperial androidon a critical mission to the Far Side?" Celine''s skepticism was palpable, her voice rising.
"I''m suggesting we utilize every advantage," Seydou countered.
"To some more than others," Wilhelm remarked with a knowing glance at Jabari.
Celine''s expression hardened. "This isn''t about what an android ''deserves''. It''s about mission parameters and security protocols."
"Dr. Kamara," Jabari pressed, "She did fight alongside us in Taiwan."
"She''s a machine programmed to simulate emotion," Celine replied, an unexpected edge in her voice. "Don''t confuse programming with loyalty."
"Actually," Seydou interrupted, "11th-generation synthetics like Ume possess advanced neural networks that allow for genuine emotional development. Their consciousness isn''t programmed so much as cultivated like those 22nd Century models "
"Save the technical lecture," Celine cut him off. "I''ve seen what happens when people anthropomorphize these things. Nothing good comes of it." Her gaze flickered toward Ume''s still form.
Before Jabari could respond, a soft sound drew everyone''s attention. Ume''s eyes had opened, amber irises adjusting to the light as awareness returned to her features.
"How... how long was I offline?" she asked, voice slightly mechanical before self-calibrating to its usual timbre.
"Approximately forty-three minutes," Seydou answered, monitoring her vitals on a nearby display. "How do you feel?"
Ume''s expression shifted through subtle changes as yellow lines of energies danced in her amber irises. "Memory banks fragmented. Some data corrupted. But core systems intact." She turned to Jabari, recognition warming her features. "You stayed."
"Yeah." he replied simply, nodding.
Ume attempted to rise from the chair, movements stiff at first. Jabari offered his arm for support, which she accepted with a nod of gratitude before her small feet touched the floor.
"We''re heading to Zeeman Crater to retrieve a fragment of the Moondust Crystal." Celine stated, watching Ume with undisguised caution.
"The Crystal," Ume repeated, her expression momentarily distant. "I remember now. The data showed a shard, separated from the main body."
"The guy storing the data in you did not want you to have read-write access those partitions. But I''ve ''added them back''." Seydou commented eagerly, raising a hand to adjust his goggles. "Any other details you can recall?"
Ume lowered her head briefly before turning to Seydou''s gaze. "The fragment resonates at a specific frequency. I can... sense it somehow. Like a song I''ve heard before but can''t quite name."
"Precisely why she should join us," Seydou declared triumphantly as he turned to Celine. "She''s essentially a living detector for the Crystal''s signature!"
"Far Side of Osram isn''t exactly a pleasure cruise, though," Wilhelm countered, standing between Jabari and Seydou. "Radi-Mons, magnetic anomaliesnot to mention whatever defenses might surround the fragment itself."
"I want to help." Ume said quietly but firmly.
Celine looked between them, clearly calculating variables and risks. Finally, she sighed. "You have three hours to prepare her forwhatever roles you decide to assign her to." With that, she exited the lab, leaving tension in her wake.
"Don''t take it personally," Wilhelm told Ume once Celine was gone. "She has... history with Da-Ji models."
"I understand," Ume replied.
"Thank the Elder Gods she said yes," Seydou moved to a nearby workbench, retrieving something, "This is for you, Ume."
He held out what appeared to be a modified Plasma Handgun. It gleamed with an emerald hue accented by polished gold inlays along its frame and barrel. The upper chamber housed a specialized energy core, visible through small illuminated ports, while featuring a textured grip with the Directorate emblem subtly embedded at the base. Small status indicators glowed softly along its side, and the barrel''s aperture was slightly wider than standard models.
"Your personal firearm, modified from what Jabari gave you." Seydou explained. "I''ve made some improvements based on my studies on how androids hold and operate objects like it."
Ume accepted the weapon, holding it with unexpected familiarity. "It feels heavier than I remember."
"Enhanced stabilization core," Seydou nodded, pride evident in his voice. "But the true modification is the overcharger module. Hold the trigger, and it builds energy for a concentrated blast. Release, and it creates a small explosive impact."
The gun seemed to fit perfectly in Ume''s hand, as if designed specifically for her proportions. She examined it with analytical precision, then looked up at Seydou. "Thank you."
"Test it in the firing range on Deck F when you get a chance," Seydou suggested. "I''ve calibrated it to work optimally with your neural processing speeds and targeting algorithms. Uploaded some custom knowledge on weapon usage and field operation into your long-term memory while digging for the Moondust data, too."
Jabari watched this exchange with mixed feelings. On one hand, arming Ume further integrated her into the team. On the other, it suggested Seydou had plans for her beyond simply detecting the Moondust Crystal.
Before he could add to the conversation, Wilhelm called from across the lab. "You all! Prep meeting in thirty minutes. Need to go over Scarab and Anioma deployment protocols for Far Side conditions."
With a nod of acknowledgment to Wilhelm, Jabari turned back to Ume. "Rest if you need to. Whatever Celine thinks of you, we''ll figure something out."
"I don''t need rest, Jabari," Ume said with unexpected determination. She adjusted her grip on the modified Plasma Handgun, a gesture that seemed to symbolize her resolve as her small lips bloomed into a smile. "I need purpose."
Ch33.1 Xin X: Touch (Scene 1)
10:10, February 23, 2295
B7, Stardust Command, 1901 Patriot Way, Evanston, IL 60201, Terra Alliance territory
The scent of antiseptic hit Xin''s nostrils as Lorna led him through Stardust Command''s lower levels. Doctor Nikki walked ahead of them, her white coat almost luminous under the stark lighting. The corridor stretched before them, its titanium walls bearing the scuffs and scratches of past containments gone wrong.
"Most of our guests don''t stay long," Lorna said, her boots clicking against the polished floor. "We process them, study them if needed, then transfer them to more permanent facilities if they aren''t disposed of." She gestured to a row of empty cells, each secured by a shimmering containment field that cast a pale blue glow.
Nikki paused at a security terminal, her fingers dancing across the holographic interface. "Except for our newest inmate here. He''s proven particularly enlightening."
The cell they approached was larger than the others. Through its containment field, Xin could make out a hulking figure in the shadows. As they drew closer, his hand instinctively moved toward the 10mm Magnum on his belt.
"Easy," Lorna said, noticing his tension. "The field''s quantum-locked. Even if the power fails, it''ll hold for six hours."
Xin nodded, but the green Quantum Watch on his left wrist made an ominous beep as he rose it to eye level. "The resonance frequency," he said, pointing to a display panel affixed to a marble-colored wall. "It''s fluctuating."
"I see youve noticed." Nikki sighed. "We''ve requested an upgrade to the harmonic stabilizers, but..." She shrugged. "budget cuts, thanks to the almighty Corporate Chamber. Been like that since year 93."
The figure in the cell stirred. A Valoran man if he could still be called that emerged from the shadows, and Xin had to suppress a gasp. The former human''s transformation was complete - his skull had elongated into a nightmarish visage, skin pulled taut over sharp bone ridges and deep furrows. Glowing red eyes burned in sunken sockets, and his lipless mouth revealed rows of metallic teeth. His naked form displayed the virus''s full corruption - gray, chitinous patches covered portions of his sickly brown skin, and even in its flaccid state, his grotesquely enlarged phallus spoke to the horrors of his metamorphosis a man made Draug through the Fenris variant of the Nucleus Virus.
Despite the monstrous changes, the Draug still carried himself with an unsettling academic poise.
"Visitors?" The creatures voice was a wet rasp. "How thoughtful of you. And who''s this? Fresh meat?"
"A new colleague," Lorna replied coolly. "Xin, meet Professor Mac Watrous. Former sociologist, current test subject. And terrorist scumbag."
Xin studied the transformed man. Tubes ran from the ceiling to a feeding port in the cell, delivering a steady drip of fluorescent green Helionite. Despite his monstrous appearance, Watrous''s posture remained eerily professorial, hands clasped behind his back as he paced.
"Tell me, Imperial," Watrous said, "has Agent Weiss shown you what happens to those who refuse treatment?" He pressed closer to the containment field, his breath creating small ripples in the energy barrier. "Or perhaps she''s told you how the Terra Alliance has failed to save the impoverished American people?"
Xin noticed Lorna''s jaw tighten.
"That''s enough, Professor," Nikki interjected, tapping notes into her tablet. "Your transformation has progressed faster than previous subjects. The cranial elongation alone"
"Progress?" Watrous laughed, a sound like grinding metal. "Doctor Nikki, this isn''t progression. This is liberation." His glowing red gaze fixed on Lorna. "You know. Youve felt it, haven''t you? The power singing in your veins? The Nucleus Virus?"
The air seemed to grow thicker. Xin glanced at Lorna, remembering what shed been through in Taiwan. Her face remained impassive, but her hand had moved into the side pocket in her trench coat.
"You guys get to watch international news down here?" Xin inquired in mock casualness. "Odd how a prisoner would know about "
One moment Watrous was standing still, the next he had hurled himself at the containment field. The barrier flickered, and though it held, the impact sending a visible shockwave through the system. Lorna had already drawn the hilt of her Psytum Sword, pushing Xin behind her with her other arm.
"Its in her smell," Watrous sneered, the claws on his deteriorating hands leaving trails of electricity where they scraped the barrier. "All whore infected with same strain can sense each other. But I sense the one in you has been pacified. Why would you deny such a blessing?"
"That''s none of your concern, Professor," Nikki cut in sharply, but Xin caught the flash of pain across Lorna''s face.
Watrous pressed his elongated face against the field, skin sizzling. "Everything is relevant, Doctor. The virus doesn''t just change our bodies. It reveals what we truly are." His red eyes found Xin again. "She could have been like me. Beautiful. Perfect. But she chose to remain limited."
The feeding tube above hissed, dispensing another dose of Helionite. Watrous caught the liquid in his mouth, and Xin watched in horrified fascination as the professor''s wounds from the barrier instantly healed.
"Why do you keep him alive? Thismonster," Xin whispered to Lorna.
"Ask me yourself, Imperial," Watrous called out, his hearing obviously enhanced. "Or better yet, ask Dr. Chakraborty why she''s so interested in my ''condition''. Tell him, Doctor. Tell him about the others."
Nikki''s tablet creaked under her grip. "As a Draug, Professor Watrous represents our first opportunity to study the complete transformation process in a subject with high psionic potential. If we can understand the virus''s progression, we might finally develop a vaccine to eradicate "
"Eradicate?" Watrous''s metallic laugh echoed off the walls. "How typically Alliance. Always trying to destroy what you don''t understand." His naked form pressed against the barrier, red eyes gleaming. "They need me. Every test, every sample, every failure brings them no closer to their precious cure. At least the Imperium admits they want to control us." He bared his metallic teeth in a mockery of a smile.
Something shifted in Lorna''s stance. "We''re done here," she said, her voice hard. But as they turned to leave, Watrous called after them.
"Imperial! Ask your new colleagues why they''re so desperate for a cure! Ask Agent Weiss what she saw when the virus sang in her veins. When she finally shows you what she really bears, remember this moment!"
The walk back felt longer than their descent. Xin''s mind raced, processing Watrous''s words. Above them, the fluorescent strips cast moving shadows as they passed.
"So, the containment field," he finally said. "The resonance frequency isoff. The whole quantum stabilization grid is running on legacy protocols. In case you''re curious, it means one power surge and "
"We know, Mister Wu. We know," Nikki interrupted, her heels clicking faster now. "But SIMU''s funding keeps getting diverted to combat equipment and espionage. The Corporate Chamber thinks "
"They think we''re glorified pest control," Lorna finished. She hadn''t holstered the hilt of her sword. "Until the next Radi-Mon outbreak hits, we''re only useful for fighting Imperium and Directorate armies."
They reached the Quantum Lift. As the doors slid shut, Xin noticed Lorna''s left hand drift to her abdomen, her posture shifting ever so slightly. The subtle curl of her shoulders, the way she leaned against the elevator wall C he recognized the stance from his cousin''s morning sickness years ago.
"Are you alright?" he asked quietly.
Lorna''s eyes met his in the elevator''s reflection. Something flickered across her face C hesitation, perhaps fear C before she straightened her spine.
"It''s nothing," she said, forcing a small smile. "Had too much breakfast, I guess."
The doors opened to the main level, and Nikki stepped out first, already buried in her own thoughts. But before Lorna could follow, Xin caught her arm.
"If youre feeling unwell," he said. "we can skip the shooting practice today."
She looked at his hand on her arm, then at his face. A ghost of a smile crossed her lips. "Im fine. See you at 11."
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She walked away, leaving him in the Lift with the phantom sensation of her warmth beneath his fingers, and the echoing memory of Watrous''s red eyes.
08:30, February 23, 2295
Combat Training Facility, Stardust Command, 1901 Patriot Way, Evanston, IL 60201, Terra Alliance territory
The overhead lights of the combat training facility cast harsh fluorescent glare across the blue mats, revealing every imperfection, every weakness. Xin picked himself up from the floor for what felt like the hundredth time. His slight frame trembled with exertion, limbs burning from the repeated impact against the unyielding surface.
"Again," Thomas commanded, his cybernetic arms gleaming under the unforgiving lights. The silver appendages whirred softly as he reset his stance, light gray eyes tracking Xin''s movements.
Xin swallowed hard, tasting the metallic tang of blood where his lip had split. A mosaic of purple bruises bloomed across his exposed forearms, stark against his olive skin. His thin frame, draped in the standard-issue SIMU training gear, looked almost childlike compared to Thomas''s imposing physique.
"I''m starting to think you enjoy the taste of mat," Thomas remarked, his wheat-colored skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. "Come on. One more time."
Xin wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, leaving a crimson streak across his skin. as Thomas''s expression hardened.
"Yo, Tom, babying the new guy again?" Emmanuel''s voice cut through as he strolled into the training room, his long locs swaying with each confident step. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. "You know Director Otis wants a full assessment by noon."
Thomas shook his head. "I''m trying, Manny. But Xin here seems to think SIMU is a tech convention."
With a soft whir, Thomas''s cybernetic fingers flexed, the movement fluid yet unmistakably mechanical. "One more demonstration. Pay attention this time."
Before Xin could properly brace himself, Thomas lunged forward. Xin attempted to dodge as he''d been shown, but his movements were a half-second too slow. Thomas''s metallic hand clamped around Xin''s wrist, applying precise pressure.
The crack echoed through the training room.
Xin''s scream followed a heartbeat later, sharp and agonized. He crumpled to his knees, cradling his broken wrist against his chest, face contorted in pain.
"Shit," Thomas muttered, the mechanical whir of his arms somehow sounding apologetic as he knelt beside Xin. "Didn''t mean to break anything."
From a pocket in his tactical pants, Thomas produced a small cylindrical devicea Medi-Vap dispenser, the sea-green liquid inside swirling.
"Open up," Thomas instructed, his tone softening. "This will fix you, but it''s gonna hurt like hell for a few seconds, okay?"
"Right" Xin parted his lips, pain making his eyes water. Thomas placed the dispenser between Xin''s lips and pressed the activation button. A hiss of pressurized gas followed, and Xin''s lungs filled with a cool, mint-like vapor that glowed cyan in his mouth.
As Xin exhaled the luminescent mist, a burning sensation spread from his lungs to his extremities, centering on his broken wrist. The pain intensified briefly, drawing another whimper from him before subsiding into a dull throb, then nothing at all. The bruises across his skin lightened, then disappeared entirely, leaving unmarked olive flesh. The painful dryness on his lips subsided, the bleeding staunched, his whole body feeling lighter.
Thomas helped Xin to his feet, his cybernetic hand surprisingly gentle now. "Better?"
Xin flexed his wrist experimentally, finding it completely healed. "Yeah...thanks."
Thomas stepped back, running a hand through his short blonde hair, his expression a mixture of frustration and something that might have been respect. "Look, Xin, you''re simply no soldier, minus the determination part. But determination alone doesn''t make a soldier."
Emmanuel pushed off from the wall, approaching them. "That''s the third bone you''ve broken this week, Mendoza. Maybe ease up a little?"
"Combat doesn''t ease up. The Radi-Mons and Imperium bastards out there don''t give us second chances." Thomas replied as he met Emmanuel''s gaze.
Emmanuel clapped a hand on Xin''s shoulder. "How about we try something with a bit more distance? See if you can handle guns better than fists."
Thomas''s mechanical fingers whirred as he crossed his arms. "It''d take months of training before he''d be remotely useful in melee anyway." His tone softened slightly as he addressed Xin. "You''d really be better off in the tech division. Why so hell-bent on field work?"
Xin straightened his spine, meeting Thomas''s gaze despite the height difference between them. "I want to make a difference. Didn''t leave the Imperium to hide behind computer screens."
A moment of silence passed before Thomas nodded, the gesture curt. "It''s a free country." He turned to Emmanuel. "He''s all yours."
As Thomas headed for the exit, his cybernetic arms gleamed under the lights, a reminder of the price some paid for their place in SIMU. At the door, he paused. "Try not to teach him those Maridian voodoo of yours. Paperwork''s a bitch."
"No promises, man," Emmanuel''s laugh followed Thomas out, the sound warm and genuine. "Come on, skinny," he said to Xin, gesturing toward the adjacent weapons range. "Let''s see if you can handle something that bites back."
"Thomas said something aboutvoodoo?" Xin ventured.
"My family''s from a line of witchdoctors in the Directorate. Sumina, we call them." Emmanuel flexed his arms as he strolled to the other side of the room. "It''s mentally straining for anyone to learn them. I''d have to write pages of request document before Director Otis''ll let me teach you."
Emmanuel led Xin through a set of double doors into the adjacent weapons range. The room smelled of gun oil and ozone C the distinct scent of kinetic weaponry discharging in an enclosed space.
"Ever shot one of these before?" Emmanuel pulled a sleek white-blue submachine gun from the wall rack. The weapon hummed to life at his touch, status lights blinking along its barrel.
"Nope." Xin shook his head. "Just handguns."
"This ain''t your standard-issue piece." Emmanuel''s fingers caressed the weapon with practiced familiarity. "Kuma here''s a Kinetic SMG. Uses electromagnets instead of conventional propellants. Quieter, cleaner, deadlier."
Xin''s eyes remained fixed on the weapon. "So about that voodoo"
"Focus, skinny," Emmanuel cut him off, tapping the gun. "One lesson at a time."
He stepped to the firing line, bringing the SMG to his shoulder in one fluid motion. The targets downrange C humanoid silhouettes C lit up as the range''s systems activated.
"Stance is everything," Emmanuel demonstrated, feet shoulder-width apart. "Weight forward, grip firm but not white-knuckled."
Three quick bursts from the SMG, each accompanied by a low electronic whine rather than the expected bang. The center target''s head and chest bloomed with precise groupings.
"Looks easy, right?" Emmanuel grinned, extending the weapon to Xin. "Your turn."
Xin accepted the SMG gingerly. The weapon was lighter than he expected, yet still substantial. He mimicked Emmanuel''s stance, bringing the stock to his shoulder.
"Straighten your back," Emmanuel corrected. "Elbow down. Yeah, like that."
Xin squeezed the trigger.
The recoil hit him like a punch. The SMG bucked upward, shots spraying wildly above the target. Xin stumbled backward, nearly losing his footing.
"Whoa, easy!" Emmanuel steadied him. "Shorter bursts. Don''t fight the climb, control it."
Xin nodded, tightening his jaw. He reset his stance and tried again. This time, the shots were at least in the vicinity of the target, though nowhere near the center mass.
"Better," Emmanuel encouraged. "Again."
Six attempts later, Xin lay flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, the SMG resting on his chest. His arms burned from the effort of controlling the weapon, and his shoulder throbbed where the stock had repeatedly slammed into it.
"I guess this isn''t working," he muttered with a self-deprecating smile.
Emmanuel squatted beside him. "Everybody sucks at first." He reached for the SMG. "Here, let me"
As his fingers brushed against the weapon and Xin''s hand simultaneously, something peculiar happened. The SMG''s status lights along its barrel''s edge flickered rapidly, cycling through colors before settling on a verdant green C a shade the weapon had never displayed before.
Emmanuel froze, his expression shifting from casual to intense curiosity.
"The hell?" He picked up the SMG, examining it closely.
"Something wrong?" Xin propped himself up on his elbows.
Emmanuel ignored the question, instead placing the weapon back in Xin''s hands. "Hold this a second."
The green lights flickered again, though less dramatically.
"Huh. Void attunement." Emmanuel''s gaze grew calculating. "You ever been tested for psionic potential?"
"No." Xin sat up fully now. "The Imperium keeps track of everyone who takes those tests. My family told me to never do it."
"So you''ve never been diagnosed or suspected as such?"
"No," Xin shook his head. "Why?"
Emmanuel took the SMG back, the lights returning to their normal blue hue. "Kuma here''s got a psionic core. It''s usually blue since I''m Lunar-attuned. But it just... reacted to you."
"Which means?"
"Means you might be what we call a Latent." Emmanuel''s tone turned thoughtful. "Psionic potential that never awakened."
Xin''s heart raced. "I can learn magic?"
"It''s not magic. Just ''fancy ways to manipulate atoms.''" Emmanuel helped him to his feet. "Some Latents never awaken. Others need a... catalyst."
"What kind of catalyst?"
"Exchanging your Aether with someone else''s. There''s several ways to do it." Emmanuel paused, a sly grin forming. "Sexual connection with an active psionic is one of the most effective."
Xin''s cheeks warmed at the implication.
"Just kidding." Emmanuel chuckled as he took a few steps back. "Should see that look on your face."
"Right, right. Only jokes, huh?" Xin pushed his glasses up, chuckling along awkwardly, but noted how Emmanuel''s smile didn''t quite reach his eyes.
"Anyway," Emmanuel continued, returning the SMG to its rack, "SMGs ain''t your thing. Stick to what you discussed with Lorna."
"Right. The 10mm." Xin nodded, unable to hide a small smile at the thought of their earlier conversation.
Emmanuel''s laugh was knowing as clapped Xin on the shoulder. "She''s been planning this since getting out of medical. Fair warning, though C she''s tougher than both of us combined."
Ch33.2 Xin X: Touch (Scene 2)
11:15, February 23, 2295
Training Yard 40, Rooftop, Stardust Command, 1901 Patriot Way, Evanston, IL 60201, Terra Alliance territory
Xin''s grip on the black training-purpose 10mm Magnum remained tight as the arctic bite clawed at his exposed skin. High above the world, he stood atop the skyscraper, where the snow turned to icy needles that lashed out with every gust of wind.
"Damn it," Xin muttered under his breath, his green hoodie drawn tight with a yellow jacket on top, a futile shield against the cold. Each pull of the trigger sent another bullet dancing off-course, mocking his efforts. His fingers, numb and disobedient, refused to steady the gun.
"Try again," Lorna stood beside him, watching his every move with sapphire eyes sharp enough to cut through the swirling blizzard. Unlike Xin, she seemed immune to the cold in just a blue turtleneck, her golden hair whipping around her face.
"If I may ask," he called out over the howl of the wind, "why outside?"
"The air''s cleaner out here." Lorna''s lips curved into a wry smile. "Manny tells me you might be Void-attuned. Interesting."
"He says it was just a joke," Xin replied, frustration painting his tone as another shot missed wildly.
"Maybe. Maybe not." She stepped closer, her eyes tracking the flight path of his latest bullet. "See that flag over there? It''s telling you everything you need to know."
Xin squinted toward a small Alliance flag, its fabric snapping violently in the crosswind. "The wind?"
"Exactly. Watch how it moves." She pointed to the distant targets C human-shaped silhouettes lined up against the backdrop of Chicago''s skyline. "Wind''s blowing left to right across our front, about fifteen miles per hour. At this distance, you need to aim about four inches into the wind."
"You mean to the left of the target?"
"Yeah. Bullet gets pushed by the wind as it travels. The further away, the more it drifts." She demonstrated the offset with her hands. "At double this distance, you''d need twice the adjustment."
Xin tried to absorb this new information, fighting against the numbing cold. "But how do you know how much to adjust?"
"Experience. Watch your misses, then correct." Lorna stepped behind him. "Get a feel for it. Most shooters overthink."
Xin nodded, raised the pistol again, and focused on the flag''s movement. He aimed slightly left of the center target and squeezed the trigger.
The bullet struck the target''s shoulder C not center mass, but closer than his previous attempts.
"Better!" Lorna''s approval warmed him more than any jacket could. "Now, there''s your breathing too. You''re fighting it. When you exhale, there''s a natural pause before your next breath. That''s your window."
"I''m supposed to shoot between breaths?"
"Half-exhale, pause, squeeze." Her voice lowered. "Slow down. This isn''t a race."
Xin tried again, forcing himself to focus on his breathing pattern. Inhale... exhale halfway... hold... squeeze. The shot punched through the target''s chest.
"See? You''ve got it." Lorna''s smile was brief but genuine. "Now the hard part. Moving targets."
With a tap on her Quantum Watch, the targets began sliding laterally across the range at varying speeds.
"Buddha," Xin muttered.
"Remember what I said about the wind? Same principle applies to movement." Lorna pointed to a target moving right to left. "Lead them. If they''re moving across your front, aim ahead of them in the direction they''re coming from. They''ll walk right into your shot."
"How far ahead?"
"Depends on speed and distance. At a hundred meters with a target moving like that one" she indicated a moderate-speed target, "aim about one body-width ahead of them."
Xin''s first shot at the moving target missed entirely.
"Too far ahead," Lorna commented. "And you tensed up. Relax your shoulders."
Three more attempts yielded a single hit on the target''s arm. Xin''s frustration mounted as the cold penetrated deeper into his bones.
"I noticed that you''re not wearing your trench coat today," Xin grumbled, glancing at her with bewilderment. "Aren''t you cold?"
Lorna merely raised an eyebrow. "My coat''s for protection on missions. I grew up in Osl " she paused, correcting herself. " on Osram. This is like spring break compared to lunar winters."
"You don''t seem like someone who grew up on Osram, though." Xin muttered, trying to imagine the harsh, desolate landscape of the Moon. "It seems rare that the Moon could produce someone so outgoing?"
"Moved to Earth when I was eleven. Long story," Lorna replied as she gazed off at the distant targets.
"Right. That explains things," Xin lined up another shot, the target swaying mockingly in the distance. His finger tightened on the trigger another miss.
The frustration coiled within him. His hands were growing numb despite the thin tactical gloves he wore. The cold had seeped into his muscles, making precise movements increasingly difficult.
"Are you tired? Need some pointers?" Lorna offered, taking a step closer.
"No, it''s fine," His response was swift, tinged with stubborn pride. "Got to get this on my own"
Lorna strode toward him, her movements purposeful. Her hands, paradoxically warm and firm, grasped the edges of his hood and drew it back with a confident tug. Exposed now, he felt the frigid air lash against his face, but Lorna''s touch on his cheeks kept him tethered to the moment.
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"Here''s the deal," she began, her melodic mezzo-soprano voice carrying through the air. Her deep blue eyes held his gaze amidst the falling snowflakes, each one clinging to her golden hair like tiny crystals. "Do well today, and I''ll take you out for drinks later. And afterwards," she paused, a corner of her mouth lifting in a half-smirk, "something hot."
Xin''s heart pounded, racing along with his thoughts. His imagination conjured images as heated as the promise in her voice.
Then, her hands left his cheeks, but the fire they had kindled remained.
"Let''s go over it again," She moved behind him, her fingers ghosting over his arms to adjust his stance. "Elbow tighter to your body," she instructed, her touch igniting trails of warmth down his spine. "Breathe in sync with your aim, let it out slowly when you squeeze the trigger."
Those were the same words that Lorna had spoken earlier, but now they carried new weight. It wasn''t a lack of understanding that had hampered him, but a lack of motivation. Xin knew he wasn''t a saint. He had freed Ume for her benefit, yes, but also for his own. He craved acceptance, and Ume''s rejection had planted doubts that perhaps he was only valuable when certain conditions were met.
"Hey, are you still listening?" Lorna asked, snapping him back to reality. "The cold hasn''t frozen your ears, has it?" She tilted her head slightly to look at him better.
"Yeah. I am," Xin replied, pulled back to reality. His cheeks flushed with heat despite the cold wind. He could feel the curves of her figure through their layers of clothing C a tempting map pressed against his back.
"Now, keep it steady," Lorna murmured, her breath a silky caress against his ear. "Imagine the target is the only thing in your world. When it moves left to right, follow it smoothly, not in jerks."
She guided his arms through the proper tracking motion. "Squeeze during the follow-through, not before or after."
"Alright," Xin replied, voice steadier than he felt. With her guidance, the gun felt less like a foreign object and more like an extension of his own will.
"Good," she breathed, satisfaction lacing her tone. "Now show me what you''ve got."
Xin exhaled slowly, the world shrinking to the pinprick of a target in the distance. His finger found the curve of the trigger, a dance of delicate pressure. And this time, when he fired, he knew even before the sound echoed off the towering skyscrapers he had hit his mark.
"Yes! You''re getting it now," Lorna cheered. "Keep it coming."
And once more, with each precise squeeze of the trigger, Xin''s shots tore through the frigid air, finding their mark. The cold no longer bit at his skin; his blood coursed with a fervor kindled by the proximate flame of Lorna''s presence.
In the distance, a figure draped in a white winter coat approached. The elderly man stood there, with age lining his pale face, but each wrinkle seemed etched with purpose.
"Shooting with precision despite the frozen fingers," the elder remarked, his voice calm. "Impressive display."
Lorna''s stance softened ever so slightly. "Director Otis. Didn''t expect you before noon."
"Concern leads us to odd hours, doesn''t it?" Otis quipped, his attention fixed on Lorna, the furrow of his brow belying the levity of his tone. "You should be resting today, Lorna. That scar on your face has yet to heal."
"Extended day-offs don''t suit me," she retorted, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Besides, there''s work to be done."
"Very well, but remember to take breaks," Otis now looked at Xin. "The data you''ve brought to us is appreciated, Mr. Wu. But there are jobs with better pay and less danger in Alliance lands."
"Sir. SIMU is where I want to be. Just signed a lease for an apartment south of Chicago, too," Xin replied, his breath forming a cloud before him.
"Is it now?" Otis''s hand, cold and firm, found its place on Xin''s shoulder in a gesture that belied the solemnity of the moment. "This will only take a moment."
"Psionic scrying, I bet. The Director likes to do that," Lorna said casually as she placed one hand on her waist.
"Vacuus, aspectus Infinitatis," With a voice low and resonant, Otis recited an incantation, his fingers tracing patterns of verdant psionic energy that seemed to draw heat from Xin''s skin. "Futurum revela."
Xin felt each syllable vibrate through his bones. As the final word lingered, a shiver raced down his spine. Otis''s eyes, deep silver gray wells, widened. Yet, his posture remained stoic.
"Seeing anything in there, sir?" Xin ventured, curiosity gnawing at him.
"Some truths are too weighty for young shoulders," Otis intoned cryptically, releasing Xin from his grasp. "But in a way, you will be fine."
"Xin''s different from the other Imperials; I''ll give him that," Lorna smirked as she tilted her head.
Otis''s gaze shifted between them. He nodded once, slowly. "Continue his training, Lorna."
"You bet I will," she replied, nodding with confidence.
"You have one month a probationary period, if you will to prove your mettle." Otis turned to him now, his voice carrying gravity. "Diego has decoded the Moondust Crystal''s data and stored it on his StarWhale. Join the team as they chart a course for Osram."
"Thank you, sir. I''ll do my best," Xin said, the words hardly enough to encapsulate the swell of pride within him. He extended his hand, but Otis merely nodded, leaving the gesture hanging.
"We will speak again." With those parting words, Otis turned, his figure retreating into the swirling snow, leaving Xin puzzled as he lowered his hand.
"Don''t worry about Director Otis. He''s like that with everyone," Lorna said, stepping closer. Her presence was a warmth against the icy chill.
"Well, guess it''s time to practice some more" Xin began, his eyes fixed on Lorna''s ivory countenance, her form looming near as she walked.
Then suddenly, warmth enveloped him an unexpected cocoon in this tundra atop the world.
Lorna''s arms wrapped around him, and her hair, a golden cascade, brushed against his cheeks, filling his senses with the essence of sunlight captured in her strands. She looked away, eyes on the horizon, exuding strength and vulnerability in equal measure.
"You''ve been through a lot, haven''t you?" Lorna''s voice vibrated against his ear, her breath warm, a contrast to the chill that had seeped into his bones. "Coming from a world where people can''t speak their minds. Always on edge."
Xin''s pulse quickened, each beat a drumline echoing through the hollows of his chest. Her closeness was intoxicating, and he found himself melting into her embrace, their bodies pressed together like interlocking puzzle pieces. The scent of lavender emanated from her, etching this moment into his memory .
"I guess...yeah," Xin admitted in a hushed voice, barely audible over the whistling wind but still heard by Lorna. He noticed that the 10mm Magnum he had been holding was now gone, but he couldn''t remember where or how it had disappeared. Hesitantly, he explored Lorna''s waist with his palms, feeling her strong yet gentle body.
For a moment, the world stood still, the only movement being the dance of snowflakes around them. Time seemed to stretch infinitely as Xin savored the tranquility that settled over him.
"Feels good, doesn''t it?" Lorna mused, her lilt weaving through the words as she leaned back just enough to study him, her sapphire eyes reflecting a sky kissed with noon sun, the radiance of her ivory countenance undiminished by the scar on her left cheek. "Like for once, all the noise just shuts the hell up."
"Yes," Xin breathed, holding Lorna close and looking up at her. "It feels so...wow." His hands rested on her back, afraid to let go and break this moment.
Lorna let out a soft giggle, her gentle breath warming Xin''s ear as her fingertips grazed the cool metal of his Quantum Watch. The green interface sparked to life under her deft movements, holographic keys beaming into existence with each tap.
"So, this is where me and my besties go for drinks and fun," she murmured, her touch making his pulse quicken. The text ''The Quantum Pour, 1820 Maple Avenue, Evanston, IL 60201'' shimmered into view on the verdant holographic display. "See you there at 9pm?"
"Yeah, sure thing!" Excited, his gaze locked onto hers one more time, her azure eyes piercing the veil of snowflakes that fluttered between them like ash from a long-forgotten fire. With a playful wink, she stepped back, relinquishing her hold on him.
"We''ll see who can handle their liquor," she teased with a sly smile before turning away and pacing towards the stairs on the other side of the rooftop.
Xin stood motionless, watching Lorna''s figure diminish. Each step she took imprinted itself upon the pristine blanket of white. The wind tousled her golden strands, now unrestrained, casting them about her in a halo of mischievous beauty.
"If Buddha''s a lady, is that what she''d look like?" Xin whispered into the wind, the words carried away before they could reach any ears but his own. A tempest raced within the cage of his ribs, spurred on by the promise of what was to come.
Ch34 Jabari IX: Bravado
Osram Time: 16:58, February 23, 2295
The Screaming Plains, Zeeman Crater, Far Side, Osram
Jabari Adomako''s hands rested on the cold metal of his Scarab mech, feeling the imperfections in the hull. He understood the stakes they all did. The mission was clear: locate the Moondust Crystal fragment, avoid Radi-Mon patrols, and navigate the treacherous Screaming Plains of Zeeman Crater.
As he prepared to ascend into the cockpit, a low rumble coursed through the Isazi''s hull, reverberating like a thunderclap. Soldiers paused, an unspoken tension hanging in the air as the sound grew louder.
Seydou''s eccentric tone crackled through the ship''s intercom. "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh! Confirmed contact! Radi-Mons surrounding our approach vector Sky Shredders. So so so excited to see us!" His voice pitched higher with each word. "They''re moving with unusual coordination, like they knew we were coming."
"Sometimes I can''t tell if Seydou is trying to lighten the mood or just really stressed," Celine sighed next to Jabari. Her dark, braided hair was pulled back, framing her sharp features, while her green Sumina robe armor, etched with African symbols, clung to her with practical elegance. A shimmering cape draped over her shoulders, fastened by an ornate brooch.
Jabari clenched his jaw, his eyes scanning the silhouette of his mech. The deep emerald Scarab loomed in the dim light of the dropship, its insect-like form both eerie and impressive. The deactivated machine crouched in a dormant state, its metallic legs folded beneath its massive frame. Its glowing cockpit sat nestled at the top, currently dark, but even inactive, the Scarab exuded an aura of readiness.
"Going airborne and engaging the pests now," Wilhelm''s voice broke through the comm, his tone almost jovial. "See how many I can swat before you join the party, hey?"
The hull vibrated once more, this time with anticipation. Jabari watched as the Ologun marines adjusted their gear, their movements fluid and precise in the moon''s weak gravity.
The marines stood in the dim light, their fusion-powered armor a muted blend of dark greens and browns, etched with ancient symbols. Each exosuit, forged from reinforced nanocarbon plating, wasn''t pristine; it was scuffed and worn, a testament to countless battles survived.
Olive black Plasma Rifles rested in their hands, the barrels dulled from overuse, and fragmentation grenades hung from their belts. With Osram terraformed by the Atomic Accord over a century ago, they didn''t need helmets or gas masks their faces revealed the grit of war, eyes sharp and steady.
Jabari nodded. They were the elite warriors of the Emerald Directorate, ready to demonstrate their worth in the shadow of Osram as they searched for the Moondust Crystal fragment that Chairman Kofi insisted would change the balance of power in the Inner Sol.
Celine Kamara emerged from the throng, her braids swinging with a rhythm that commanded attention. She surveyed her marines with fierce eyes that missed nothing. "Ologuns! Formation!" she barked.
The soldiers responded, falling into place with precision. Celine was their Sumina ''Psionic One'' in the ancestral tongue, commanding both respect and occasional distrust in the Directorate''s tech-savvy but sometimes superstitious society.
"Remember our objective," she reminded them, her gaze unyielding. "The Crystal fragment is our priority. Stay alert for Radi-Mon activity, especially around the rift valley Ume identified. We engage only when necessary and follow my lead to the letter. Understood?"
"Yes, Madam Celine!" came the unified response.
Jabari nodded before his gaze turned to the lithe silhouette emerging from the shadows a light gray, skin-tight combat suit that sculpted to Ume''s slender curves, amplifying each movement as she fastened the modified Plasma Handgun to her belt. It was hard to imagine she had just joined a few days ago.
Ume was now close enough for Jabari to catch a whiff of ionized air. She walked straight towards a dormant vehicle next to Jabari''s Scarab a Gyata hoverbike crafted from lightweight alloys with a dark green hue accented by matte-black panels showing signs of wear.
"Wait," Jabari muttered under his breath. "Who brought the Gyata hoverbike?"
The Gyata stood like a sleek predator ready to pounce. Its design promised rapid strikes and swift maneuverability, with idle hoverjets waiting for the command to roar to life. Ume approaching it was out of place.
"Ume," he called out, surprise evident in his voice. "Why are you walking towards the Gyata?"
Her almond-shaped, amber eyes met his, a flicker of something unreadable passing through them. "Seydou''s orders," she replied steadily. Her fingers brushed against the Gyata''s chassis, a gesture almost tender.
"Hold on," Jabari tapped the earpiece in his left ear, connecting to the Kimaris voice channel. "Seydou, the Gyata isn''t meant for novices. Why have you made Ume "
Seydou''s chuckle crackled over the comm. "Jabari, my man, the Fenris Horde on this side of Osram totally expects tough warriors like you," he responded. "But they''d never expect Ume, a pre-trained android Gyata rider whose capabilities are unpredictable, even to us!"
A twinge tightened in Jabari''s chest. Ume had demonstrated her fast learning with the Plasma Handgun, but this was something that even people in Preparatory School would need months of training for.
"I''ve read the manual. The android way," Ume''s lips curved into a confident smile as she interfaced with the Gyata. "Seydou uploaded everything to my cortex. Five hours in the training yard, about ten thousand different scenarios simulated it''s all here." She tapped her temple.
"Ume," Jabari started, his voice protective, "riding the Gyata isn''t just guidelines. Out there the wind, the terrain, the enemies. Osram could swallow you alive."
"I''ve simulated those, too. Most Gyata rider deaths or injuries on Osram or various moons in the Five Realms are caused by human error," Ume replied smoothly. "Ignoring protocols, acting on emotions and assuming oneself to be invincible. I don''t have those flaws."
Before Jabari could respond, Seydou''s voice crackled through the comms. "I''ve added some mods to the Gyata for safety measures, too," he exclaimed. "Ume digested months of human training materials in mere hours. It''s a waste to not test that!"
Celine added with a crisp edge as she faced Jabari. "It was my call to deploy her like this. If she''s to help us track the Crystal, we need her mobile."
The Isazi shuddered once more a herald of the Radi-Mons'' assault. Jabari''s breath hitched, and he spoke to the comm link, his voice low. "Seydou, if Ume comes to harm because of this, I''ll find you."
An amused laugh tinged Seydou''s reply. "Oh, ha ha ha, Jabari, you''re finally sounding like a Scarab Rider! Well done."
Jabari watched Ume adjust her grip on the Gyata. The sight of her poised for flight sent a jolt through him.
"I''ll keep you safe," he whispered as he ascended into the cockpit of his Scarab mech. The dropship''s hull vibrated as he settled into the seat.
The airlock door opened, revealing the desolation of the lunar plains. A low-gravity ballet unfurled as the Ologun soldiers leapt from the dropship, their forms elongated by the moon''s feeble hold.
From above, creatures comparable in size to Ume''s hoverbike descended upon them. They resembled eyeless bats with elongated faces composed entirely of jagged teeth, emitting guttural screeches. As they spread their leathery wings, grotesque shadows cascaded across the landscape.
"Sky Shredders," Jabari said in recognition.
Celine''s commands came through the comm. "All units, engage! Create a path to the rift valley."
"At once!" Jabari''s fingers danced across the control panel, activating his Scarab''s Plasma Spitter. Its power thrummed in anticipation.
In seconds, several Sky Shredders fell to the barrage of emerald plasma bolts, their burned bodies floating weightlessly in the lunar gravity.
Jabari watched as Ume powered up her Gyata hoverbike. Two wing-like gliders extended from the sides of the bike''s head, ready for flight. Despite her small frame, Ume exuded confidence.
With her Gyata hovering a few meters in front of his Scarab, Jabari activated the communication panel.
"Be careful out there!" his voice rumbled through the cockpit.
Ume glanced back at him, eyes glinting. She flashed a V-sign with her left hand and then propelled forward, her Gyata cutting a swift path toward the gray barrens.
"The Crystal resonance is growing stronger," she reported over the comm. "Two kilometers ahead, in the rift valley."
"Then let''s not keep it waiting," Jabari replied, guiding his Scarab toward a destiny that none of them fully understood.
Jabari guided his Scarab down the ramp, its heavy but nimble limbs leaving impressions in the dusty surface. As they entered the Screaming Plains, Radi-Mons swarmed them, Bone Fiends and Skuggrs converging from hidden burrows.
"Coordinated ambush!" Celine warned. "They knew exactly where we''d land!"
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The Plasma Spitter fired, bolts of incandescent death tearing through the alien horde. Around him, Celine and the Ologuns moved with lethal coordination, their Plasma Rifles singing destruction.
Above, Wilhelm''s Anioma jet streaked through the void, its engines howling in the thin atmosphere. He painted the sky with amber fire, the Sky Shredders falling before his onslaught.
"Take that, you winged vermin!" he crowed jubilantly amid the carnage.
Jabari paused, looking upward as his Scarab''s legs sank into the lunar dust. The Isazi dropship cast a shadow against the starry expanse under Seydou''s piloting. Its massive hull blocked chunks of the glittering sky, resembling a monolithic structure. Green lights pulsed on its reinforced hull.
"Jabari, focus!" Celine''s sharp command pulled his attention back. "The Crystal is our priority. Don''t get distracted!"
"Right," Jabari acknowledged, swinging the Scarab around as the Ologuns faced a fresh wave of Bone Fiends erupting from beneath the lunar soil.
His Scarab mech squared off against a particularly large Skuggr. It charged with fury, mandibles clicking in anticipation. Jabari felt the thrum of his mech''s engine sync with his own heartbeat.
With a deft maneuver honed by countless drills, he brought the Scarab''s reinforced limbs to bear, slamming them into the Skuggr''s head. The impact resounded through the hull. The creature reeled, its ichor spraying into the void, the low gravity slowing its descent.
Jabari manipulated the Scarab''s arms, seizing the dazed Skuggr''s head. With a fluid motion, he decapitated the beast. Its head floated away, tumbling end over end.
"That''s right, cockroach. The Directorate is here!" Jabari muttered with pride.
In the midst of chaos, Ume moved with fluidity on her Gyata, their movements perfectly synchronized. Her short, jet-black hair fluttered in the lunar wind as she skillfully avoided enemy fire. The Skuggrs spat green streams of bile towards her, but she effortlessly dodged them. The edges of her gliders now glowed pale green, slicing through any approaching Bone Fiends.
"Impressive for someone who joined us days ago," Jabari commented. "Maybe too impressive."
Ume''s voice crackled through the comm. "I''m picking up the Crystal''s resonance! We''re about two kilometers from it. The resonance pattern matches exactly what was in my memory banks."
"Lead the way, U6-M9." Celine replied as her Ologuns pressed on in formation. "Seydou, have the Isazi shadow us!"
"Aye, aye!" Seydou responded immediately.
"Susu Firi Owia!" Celine''s incantation was audible as she brandished Solar psionic energies, healing any wounds beneath her comrades'' exosuits.
Suddenly, eight Bone Fiends emerged from a nearby cavern, their white chitinous forms glinting under the sunlight as they skittered toward Ume''s Gyata.
"Ume, pull back!" Jabari called, his fingers moving over the Scarab''s controls to intercept the threat.
But Ume executed a maneuver that defied expectation. Her Gyata spun in a graceful arc, distancing herself from the Fiends. Then she turned, one-handedly aiming her Plasma Handgun with precision. She fired, blue bolts slicing through the void, each shot finding its mark in a Bone Fiend''s carapace.
Jabari''s breath caught at the sight. Ume''s form, bathed in plasma fire, was mesmerizing. Even Celine and the Ologuns paused to admire her display.
"Remarkable," Jabari murmured, his heart racing from both adrenaline and Ume''s lethal dance.
"Did you see that?" Seydou''s laughter echoed in Jabari''s earpiece. "I told you! Bringing Ume was the right decision."
"Now I see why the new-gen androids were never made publicly available," Celine''s voice cut through, her tone ominous. "Just imagine if there were hundreds of these out there. Smarter, faster, stronger than most humans, and given free will."
"Afraid that our android lady''s going to steal your job, Celine?" Seydou asked.
"Perhaps you should be, as well," Celine retorted.
The comm line fell silent. Jabari refocused on the mission, though the seed of unease planted by Celine''s words continued to grow.
Jabari''s thoughts were interrupted as the ground beneath them quaked, sending shockwaves through the moon''s low gravity environment. Dust rose in swirling clouds. A thunderous sound emerged as if from the very core of the moon.
"Ologuns! Formation!" Celine commanded over the comm.
Through the settling dust, Jabari glimpsed an immense silhouette. Its dark brown skin was thick like armor, and its tusks spiraled outward, wickedly pointed.
As the creature loomed closer, it resembled a male African Savanna Elephant, but larger and more like a prehistoric nightmare than the majestic creature of Jabari''s homeland.
"Heard that the Fenris Horde abducted Savanna Elephants when its Envoys invaded Zimbabwe in ''89," Wilhelm said over the comm. "Now I know what those blighters were up to."
Even in the reduced lunar gravity, each step of the mutated elephant resonated like doom.
"Poor thing...imagine the pain it must have endured when it was infected with the Nucleus Virus," Celine said with empathy as her Ologuns hesitated.
"Prince Laurent calls it ''Jotunn''. The Fenris Horde still has a few of these beasts," Seydou added as the Isazi hovered above.
The Jotunn charged, its tusks aimed at the Ologun formation. The ground trembled beneath its massive weight, even in lunar gravity.
"All units, fall back to extraction point!" Celine commanded. "Ume, use your Gyata''s speed to draw it away while we retreat!"
Ume immediately pivoted her hoverbike toward the behemoth. "Affirmative, Madame Celine."
"Wait," Seydou''s voice cracked with alarm. "According to my calculations, a berserking Jotunn in lunar gravity can match a Gyata''s top speed when in pursuit. Ume won''t be able to outrun it once it''s fully committed to the chase."
A heavy silence fell over the comm channel.
"You''re telling me this now?" Celine''s voice was tight.
"II only just ran the numbers!" Seydou stammered.
Jabari watched as Ume''s Gyata darted toward the Jotunn, already executing Celine''s order. The monster''s head swiveled, its remaining eye fixing on the small android with predatory focus.
In that moment, Jabari knew what he had to do. Without waiting for further orders, he drove his Scarab forward, plasma engines whining with the sudden acceleration.
"Jabari, what are you" Celine began.
"Getting Ume out of there," he replied, not waiting for approval or denial. "Wilhelm, cover the Ologuns'' retreat."
His Scarab charged across the lunar landscape, each bound covering dozens of meters in the low gravity. Ahead, Ume''s Gyata weaved between lunar rocks, the Jotunn in close pursuit.
"Ume, break right on my mark!" Jabari called through the comm. "Three, two, onemark!"
Ume veered sharply right as Jabari''s Scarab crashed into the Jotunn''s flank. The impact jarred him against his harness, but the mech held. The Jotunn staggered, momentarily confused by the new threat.
"Get to the extraction point," Jabari ordered Ume. "I''ll hold it here."
"But"
"Go! That''s an order!"
Ume hesitated only a moment before accelerating away. The Jotunn roared, a sound that shouldn''t have carried in the thin atmosphere but somehow did, vibrating through the Scarab''s hull.
"Let''s dance, big fella," Jabari muttered, bringing the Sun Moon Cannon online. Its power cells hummed as energy built up.
The Jotunn charged, tusks lowered like lances. Jabari waited until the last second before firing the cannon. The beam struck the creature''s chest but dissipated across its hide without penetrating.
"Ekwensu!" Jabari swore. "It''s barely scratched!"
The creature slammed into the Scarab, driving one tusk deep into its leg joint. Metal screamed as hydraulics failed. Warning lights flashed across Jabari''s console.
"Come on!" he urged the mech, forcing the damaged leg to move. The Scarab limped backward, but the Jotunn pursued relentlessly.
Its breath was hot and fetid as it pushed forward. One of the Scarab''s reinforced limbs buckled, crumpling in the monster''s grip. The sound of tearing metal was deafening.
"Anansi''s arse!" Jabari swore as alarms blared across his control panel. The limb dangled uselessly, sparking wires exposed. The Jotunn carved a hole into the Scarab''s shell, revealing the vulnerability beneath.
Jabari''s heart hammered as he realized he might not survive this encounter. Yet somewhere in the back of his mind, he felt satisfaction knowing Ume had escaped.
The comm crackled. "Jabari, hold position!" Celine''s voice cut through the chaos, her tone authoritative once more. "Wilhelm, intercept that Jotunn now!"
"About bloody time!" Wilhelm''s voice rang clear. "Coming in hot!"
The Anioma jet screamed overhead, its shadow passing over the Scarab. Incendiary rounds rained down on the Jotunn, striking its head with devastating precision. The creature''s eye burst in a spray of ichor, and it reared back, trumpeting in pain.
"Disengage, Jabari!" Celine ordered. "Fall back while it''s distracted!"
Not needing to be told twice, Jabari manipulated his Scarab''s remaining limbs, the low gravity lending grace to his retreat. He veered away as the Jotunn thrashed in confusion behind him.
The Scarab''s cockpit was scarred by battle, consoles flickering with warnings. Jabari''s heart hammered against his ribs.
"Are you intact, Jabari?" Ume approached, her Gyata gliding over the lunar surface.
He unclasped his harness, hands trembling. "I... I should have finished it," Jabari muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.
"Your actions were tactically sound," Celine''s voice came through the comm, less harsh than before. "I should have deployed Wilhelm first instead of risking Ume. That was my mistake."
Jabari blinked in surprise at the admission.
"Still," Celine continued, "next time wait for my orders before charging into battle. The Jotunn could have killed you."
"Yes, ma''am," Jabari replied, a small smile crossing his face. "Thank you for sending Wilhelm when you did."
"Kimaris looks after its own," she replied simply. "Seydou, how much time until the anti-grav extraction cooldown is finished?"
"Seven minutes and eleven seconds to be exact," Seydou answered.
"My Scarab''s still operational. I''ll follow Ume on the ground," Jabari said, watching Ume hover ahead.
"Affirmative," Ume responded steadily. "We''re almost at the rift valley. Signal strength increasing."
"I''ll fly slower to guard your rear," Wilhelm''s Anioma jet glided into view. "What''s with all this static? Not exactly music, you know."
"Yeah, I hear it too," Jabari exhaled, adjusting his mech''s thrusters.
"It''s fascinating. These crackling disturbances in our communication channels were a major feature in the fission era," Ume explained as her hoverbike left a trail of glittering green particles.
"Uh. Okay," Jabari responded.
"We will disembark once we reach the rift valley," Celine said over the comm.
"Understood, ma''am," Jabari replied, feeling a mix of pride and relief. "On a side note, is it possible to repair my Scarab?"
"Outpost Tumi''s on the western edge of Zeeman Crater. We''ll get there for supplies and repairs afterwards," Celine replied.
"Yes, thank you, ma''am," Jabari said as his Plasma Spitter cooled down.
Osram''s desolate terrain unfolded around them. Mosses and lichens clung to the gray expanse as they advanced.
"The Moondust Crystal. Finally," he said as he watched Ume''s back, the Gyata complementing her lithe form as she slowed and hovered beside him.
"Just a tiny fragment, though," Ume responded playfully, and Jabari felt a surge of heat that had nothing to do with the battle they had just survived. "Who knows, maybe it will give you humans superpowers?"
Ch35 Lorna XI: Frost Hjerte
20:59, February 23, 2295
Front Desk, The Quantum Pour, 1820 Maple Avenue, Evanston, IL, 60201, Terra Alliance territory
"Relax, Xin, its just a drink." Lorna''s boots, a slight heel adding an edge, clicked against the floor, her voice a playful lilt. The midnight blue of her sleek jumpsuit, trimmed with a shimmer, hugged her toned physique just right as the blue orb socketed into a Nordic pendant on her neck complemented it. "Or are you afraid I''ll outpace you again?"
Aromas wafted through the air exotic cocktails mingling with the subtle hint of aphrodisiac and the scent of her lavender perfume.
Beside her, Xin''s nervous flutter was palpable, his eyes scanning the crowd. He''d donned a dark olive green shirt under a winter jacket, fumbling with its cuffs, and relaxed-fit jeans. The worn-in leather shoes gave him a somewhat hipsterish charm, his black-rimmed glasses reflecting the light. "Ive been, well, practicing all day."
"Practicing?" Lorna repeated, raising an eyebrow and tracing her finger along the silver Nordic pendant hanging from her neck. Its deep blue core sparkled in the light. She looked down at Xin, feeling empowered by his slightly shorter stature. "I didn''t know drinking required so much dedication."
"Oh no, not drinking," Xin blushed slightly under her gaze as he raised his Quantum Watch. "I meant practicing 10mm shooting and driving the Space Rover. You''ve taught me well, so I thought "
"No work talk tonight," Lorna interrupted, placing a finger on Xin''s lips. "Can you do that for me?"
Xin''s eyes widened before he nodded eagerly, relieved. "Yes, I can."
The entry scanner beeped as they walked by, an unassuming sentinel, until a soft chime disrupted the rhythm of their approach. Red lights blinked lazily as she stood.
"Excuse me. Miss Weiss, correct?" a staff member said, stepping forward with a professional smile. "Your scan indicates an infection protocol dictates we can''t allow you inside."
The words crashed into Lorna like a rogue wave. Her heart clenched. "Im this there must be some mistake," the edge to her voice betrayed her unruffled fa?ade.
"Theres no mistake," the staffer continued, holding up a tablet. NV Fenris 1, it cryptically wrote. "Due to your carrier status, I cant allow you inside. Theres been talk about the Radi-Mons across the Inner Sol. We must consider the safety of other guests in this venue, where intimate encounters happen frequently."
Anger flushed through Lorna''s body, a gnawing sense of vulnerability she loathed to acknowledge. She had wanted an evening free from the weight of her existence. This wasnt it.
"Perhaps we can find another bar?" Xin''s hand brushed hers, seeking to soothe.
"Easy for you to say," she spat back, though as much as she wanted to rage against this indignity, she knew the fault wasn''t his.
Through the bar''s glass walls, she could see the establishment''s own fusion core nestled in the basement level, its massive crystalline structure casting shifting patterns of blue-white light across the gathered patrons. The Helionite waste product from the core was filtered through an elaborate network of tubes that traced geometric patterns through the walls - part of the bar''s aesthetic, transforming nuclear waste into trendy decor. But to Lorna, those glowing green tubes now felt like accusations, their light exposing what she desperately wanted to hide.
With a heavy sigh, Lorna eyed the blinking scanner once more, her arms tightly crossed. The music of Quantum Pour seemed distant now. "Eric, I''ve been coming here for five years. We just need to go to my usual booth."
"No, Miss Weiss. Please understand!" the staff insisted, raising both hands in the air and speaking loudly. "The Nucleus Virus is highly dangerous and strictly forbidden by Alliance law "
"The Nucleus Virus!? Who has it?" A nearby patron gasped.
"That Valoran girl over there?" Another patron chimed in.
"Eagle News said it''s airborne. We need to leave!" More frightened comments followed.
"Hold on," Xin stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Lorna, raising his voice. "Don''t the Terra Alliance laws protect confidential medical information? Only the person themselves can disclose it in public."
"I apologize, but it was necessary to ensure your cooperation," the staff member said, tilting his head in embarrassment. "I hope the message is clear - you''re not welcome here anymore, Miss Weiss."
"You didn''t have to mention the virus publicly!" Xin''s voice rose as he gestured towards the staff.
"What do you know about laws, Imperial? Youve got Alliance citizenship?" A patron retorted as a crowd began to gather around them.
"Hey, maybe that guy''s infected too? The blonde must be his bitch, right?" Another patron added with a rough and aggressive tone.
"Come on," Xin said gently as he turned, his voice steady despite the uncertainty on his features. "Dont let these people ruin your mood."
Lorna looked at him, really looked, and saw not pity but a shared resilience. In another life, perhaps they would have met without these barriers, without the specters of viruses and vendettas between them.
"Yeah. This place isnt for us," she acquiesced, the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips. The weight of rejection pressed down, as tangible as the chill of the silver-white pendant against her skin as they both walked away, murmurs and skeptical banters mixing the clinking glasses and distant laughters behind them.
It was a few moments later that they arrived at the parking lot, the snow falling from the sky bore witness to the hardship befalling them.
Lorna managed a caustic smile, her voice laced with derision. "Well, isn''t this a cosmic joke. Banned from my favorite bar like some unruly teenager."
Xin shifted uneasily beside her. "You didnt deserve that from those bigots," he offered. Lorna could hear the undercurrent of his protective desire.
"Five years," she spat, her words slicing through the veneer of calm that had once cloaked her evening. "Five years I''ve come here, and not once did they care about ''safety'' until now." Her fingers traced the Nordic pendant at her neck, the cool metal a lifeline amidst the roiling sea of anger. She wondered if Xin had noticed it yet. "Just my luck, I guess."
"Lorna. Are you still up for it?" Xin ventured a whisper. "Maybe we could turn it into, well, an outdoor adventure."
Lorna''s gaze snapped to his those deep, earnest pools that seemed untouched by the taint that marked her existence. He didnt see her as tainted; he saw her. And in that moment, the walls she had so painstakingly erected began to crumble.
"An outdoor adventure?" she mused, her voice a ragged edge.
"Exactly," Xin said as he pointed at the SIMU vehicle beside them, a flicker of relief passing over his features. "We''ll find our own quantum pour. In there."
Their rugged rover sat in the dimly lit parking lot, its hulking white form against the soft glow of the citys neon blue signs. Snowflakes drifted lazily down, catching in the ridges of its thick, knobby tires. The mounted Gauss Cannon on top added a looming presence even while dormant.
"In the Space Rover?" she asked, her breath misting in the cold air as her boots thudded against the pavement.
"Yeah," Xin nodded, a smile blooming on his olive countenance. "In the Space Rover."
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21:30, February 24, 2295
Near Raymond Park, Evanston, IL, 60201, Terra Alliance territory
The world outside was a canvas of white serenity, punctuated by the silver reflection of Osram''s luminescence off the distant hills.
"I love the winters in Valoran countries, you know. The snow feels like magic," As Xin maneuvered the vehicle, sSnowflakes swirled in the glow of the Space Rover''s headlights, weaving a veil over the rugged landscape.
"Is it not like this where you come from?" Lorna nestled in the passenger seat. Her eyes, sharp as daggers carved from winter ice, traced Xins profile, noting the subtle furrow of his brow as he grappled with the rover''s advanced systems.
"My hometown is tropical. The first time I saw snow was in an ice planet simulation by ZenFusion Terraforming. Was all artificial, so to see the real thing now " Xin replied, his eyes focused on the road ahead as he sped up. "I like it."
"Ease up on the throttle," Lorna murmured, her voice a velvet caress against the hum of the engine. "Let the machine adapt to the terrain." Sshe leaned closer, her breath ghosting across his earlobe as her fingers brushed against his, guiding his hand with a featherlight touch.
Xin glanced at her, a wordless acknowledgment passing through his gaze, before redirecting his attention to the path ahead. He adjusted his hold, mirroring her suggestions with the reverence of a disciple to his mistress. A faint smile tugged at Lorna''s lips, not quite reaching her eyes.
"Good. Now, engage the stabilizers gentlylike this." Her tone was soft as her hand momentarily cupped his, steadying the control and imbuing him with her strength.
The rover responded, gliding over the snow-blanketed ground. Xin''s shoulders relaxed marginally as Lornas hand withdrew.
"Thanks," he stole another glance at Lorna, admiration and something deeper flickering in the depths of his dark brown eyes. "Maybe I could make up for..."
"Stop," Lorna cut him off, her voice laced with an authority that belied her inner turmoil. "You owe me nothing."
They drove on in silence, the only sound the crunch of snow beneath tires and, dare Lorna think, the shared beating of two hearts syncing in the quiet of the winter night. The intimacy of the moment stretched out like the ice-covered road winding its way beneath Osrams watchful gaze.
Up ahead, a small structure came into view, glowing softly in the distance. Its sleek, modern design stood out against the surrounding trees, curved metal arches illuminated by faint blue lights that reflected off the fresh fallen snow. The overhead canopy was dusted with a layer of white.
"Hey, let''s stop here for a bit," Lorna suggested.
"A Fusion Battery Station," Xin glanced over, his brow furrowed as he eased the rover to a stop beside a small vendor machine standing under the stations sleek canopy. "Need to recharge the rover?"
Lorna smiled, that cryptic curve of her lips carrying amusement. "You''ll see."
The station''s holographic interface panels flickered, indicating their services to passersby. The machine was a minimalist, cylindrical structure. A glowing blue interface pulsed gently at its center.
Like all Alliance fusion facilities, the station thrummed with carefully controlled power. Beneath its sleek canopy, crystalline Zephyrium processors hummed in perfect synchronization, their blue-white light diffused through frosted panels that kept the raw energy contained. Unlike the industrial-scale reactors that powered most Midwest cities, these roadside stations were marvels of miniaturization - each processor no larger than a coffee cup, yet capable of charging multiple vehicles simultaneously.
Through gaps in the snow-dusted floor grating, Lorna could see the station''s Helionite processing system at work. The waste product''s characteristic green glow was barely visible, filtered and contained by advanced recycling technology. This was how the Alliance preferred to handle fusion power - clean, efficient, and hidden from view.
Above them, status displays showed the station''s power metrics in hovering holographic detail - current draw, Zephyrium efficiency ratings, projected Helionite accumulation. The numbers danced in precise patterns, monitored by AI systems that ensured every joule of energy was accounted for. It was a far cry from the crude dumping grounds they''d encountered earlier, where corporate greed had turned the Midwest into a breeding ground for Radi-Mons.
The cold bit at Lornas skin as she leaned out of the Space Rover, her breath misty in the night air. "I dont know what its like in the Imperium, but the FB Stations in the Midwest have these. One of them literally saved my life."
"Saved your life, huh?" Xin echoed. On the machine, multiple compartments lined the lower half, their translucent panels hinting at the snacks and drinks stored within.
Lorna tapped her Quantum Watch deftly, holographic menus blooming into existence above its dial, signaling connection with the vending machine.
"So, what''s your poison?" she asked, a playful edge to her voice.
"Uh, a hot drink. FusionBrew Matcha. Do they have that?" Xin replied, his words a little too quick.
"A lot of Imperial immigrants order that one," Lorna nodded, selecting his drink with a flick of her fingers over the floating interface. Then for herself, she tapped on the icon of GlacierMist Blue Lagoon before moving on to tap two servings of french fries and chicken nuggets.
As the machine compiled, her hand unconsciously traced the pendant at her neck, the silver crescent cradling a sapphire orb that harbored memories of a life unpolluted by viral taint. Surely Xin would have noticed it by now.
With a beep signifying the seamless exchange of currency, a string Paid: $15.20 Atomic Dollars appeared on the vending kiosk. It whirred as it dispensed their order. She took the thermal bottles and self-heating boxes in hand, feeling the immediate comfort of the hot drink that Xin ordered against the chill of her GlacierMist.
"Welcome to America," Lorna quipped, handing Xin his Matcha. "Fast foods still fast, like the old days." A small grin crept onto her lips.
"Thanks," Xin said, his eyes holding hers as he leaned in and took the Matcha. Without another word, he took the other containers off Lornas hands and placed them down.
She felt the scratch of the fabric of Xin''s sleeve against her arm as they settled back into the rovers electrothermal heated seats.
As Lorna closed the window on her side, the electrothermal seats activating beneath them. She took a long sip of her GlacierMist, the cold tang of vodka sharp against her tongue, contrasting the heat of the fries resting in the box between them.
"This isnt so bad," Lorna teased, breaking the brief silence. "Of all the things to do on an average evening."
Xin chuckled, nodding as he took a sip of his Matcha. "The snows got a charm to it. Among other things."
And as Lorna turned to watch, Xin paused, his gaze meeting hers again before trailing down toward her pendant, glinting softly in the dim light of the rover. "You know, that pendant really stands out."
Lorna''s fingers instinctively brushed against the blue crystal, trying to sound casual. "Yeah. Its a souvenir. A reminder of better days."
Before Xin could respond, a soft whirring sound interrupted the moment. Lornas golden brow furrowed, her instincts immediately on alert, though the sound was too delicate, too faint to be a threat.
She looked down as something small no larger than a lightbulbfloated out of the pocket of Xins winter jacket. It hovered mid-air, almost weightless, its smooth metallic surface catching the dim light from the rovers dashboard. Lornas sharp gaze flicked over its form, instantly recognizing it as an Omni-drone, but this one seemed sleeker than the standard field models shed seen some field scientists in SIMU using.
The Omni-drone body was a mix of reflective green and polished black, its frame made of what looked like lightweight carbon alloys. A pair of thin, spider-like appendages folded neatly against its rounded chassis, tucked away like a dormant insect waiting to spring into action. Beneath its glossy surface, faint pulses of soft light throbbed rhythmically, like the slow, measured beat of a heart, casting a gentle green hue onto Lornas ivory countenance.
The central dome was a gleaming glass orb, transparent. Inside, she could see the faint glow of circuitry and micro-processors working. The green light within it flickered, absorbing every detail with the same analytical curiosity that Lorna now felt.
It floated in mid-air between them, its green lights blinking softly as it spun in a lazy circle. Leaning back with a smirk, Lornas lips curled in amusement rather than alarm. "That Omni-drone doesnt look like a standard one."
Xin blinked nervously. "Oh Pawan! Sorry," He reached out and gently tapped the Omni-drone, which responded with a light bobbing motion. "He tends to activate when there''s too much activity in my pocket. I guess hes curious."
Lornas eyes traced the tiny modular compartments beneath its main body slots likely reserved for various attachments or tools. Tucked underneath its curved wings was a small, almost hidden nozzle.
"Pawan, huh?" Lorna repeated, her eyes narrowing playfully. "You named your Omni-drone?"
"Yeah. Hes a prototype right now. Might get better with time upgrades and all that," Xins voice was laced with pride as he carefully let Pawan rest on his lap. "I built him while you were asleep in St. Elara''s. Equipped him with a Medi-Vap dispenser should be good for healing small injuries. Plus some detection systems."
Lorna studied the small robot as her fingers idly tracing the rim of her drink as she listened. There was a quiet confidence that belied his nervousness. She could see the care hed put into his creation.
"You built this? On your own?" she asked, her tone carrying a hint of admiration.
"Mostly. Diego let me use the spare parts and the workbench at the Stardust Command. I should buy him a drink sometime." he nodded, glancing over at her before tapping on Pawan so it moved up and hovered at shoulder height, its glass dome facing Lorna. "Pawan, this is Lorna. Say hi."
The small robot tilted slightly, and then extended two of its thin, spider-like appendages in a delicate wave.
Lorna smiled, the edges of her guard softening a bit more. "Hi, Pawan,"she murmured, her eyes watching as the drone hovered obediently near her. A soft, melodic series of chirps followed, like the sound of a curious bird. Lorna found herself relaxing.
"You''re full of surprises," Lorna said, leaning back into her seat with a sly grin, feeling tipsy. "Maybe I''ll have to keep you around after all."
Xin chuckled, his nerves easing as the playful exchange resumed. "Ill take that as a win."
Ch36.1: Dilinur VI: Crane & Tiger (Scene 1)
18:30 February 23, 2295
Cranesong Garden (Qힻ@), 1F, Mount Sword Lake Hotel, Section 4, Zhongshan N Rd, Zhongshan District, Taipei City, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons Territory
Dilinur sat across from Prince Joon-Seok Pak, her gaze lingering on his features as she pretended to focus on her bowl of rice. The man before her was undeniably handsome, his sculpted face framed by raven-black hair that fell in soft waves, contrasting against the deep red and gold embroidery of his coat. His sharp jawline caught the light, but it was his eyes the dark brown irises, intense and steady that held her attention most.
"The duck is cooked well. Just the right amount of spice." The Prince commented as he reached for another piece with his chopsticks.
"Indeed, milord." Dilinur''s fingers fumbled with the slender sticks of polished ebony, her attempts to capture the grains of sticky rice in her bowl growing increasingly frustrating. "Indeed..." she repeated.
The Imperial fusion restaurant, draped in hues of deep crimson and gold, radiated an opulence that only emphasized her clumsiness.
The round table was set with a strategic banquet. Platters of abalone in oyster sauce, Peking duck with crispy skin, and lotus root slices marinated in a sweet-spiced soy reduction. Dilinur''s eyes kept returning to the Dongpo Pork, its fatty layers of braised meat swimming in dark, aromatic gravy. Such delicacies had always been central to negotiations in the Imperiumshowing one''s wealth through food as much as through words.
"You seem to be struggling with those, Prefect Altai," Kaori Ouyang observed, her amber eyes gleaming with subtle amusement as she delicately separated a thin slice of duck from its platter. "One might wonder how you rose to such prominence without mastering even the basic tools of Imperial etiquette."
The words were delivered with such practiced elegance that they almost masked the barb beneath. Almost.
Dilinur kept her expression neutral despite the heat rising to her cheeks. "Where I grew up, we had other priorities."
"You ask me, world''s got bigger problems than which finger goes where on a stick." Iron Roach interjected, not looking up as he shoveled a massive piece of abalone into his mouth. His jaw worked, the red sunglasses he never removed gleaming in the restaurant''s ambient lighting.
Kaori''s perfect features tightened perceptibly at Roach''s crude directness as she placed a morsel of duck between her crimson lips.
Beside her, Prince Joon-Seok Pak reached absently for his wine glass, taking a measured sip before returning it to its precise position.
"Allow me," his voice cut through, smooth as aged silk. He set down his wine glass and reached across the table.
Dilinur froze as his hand closed over hers. His fingers were warm and dry, his touch surprisingly gentle as he adjusted her grip on the chopsticks.
Timidly, her gaze darted to a ebony golden cylindrical object resting next to Joon-Seok''s small dish, recognizing it to be a deactivated Psytum Sword.
Joon-Seok''s sword, she thought to herself.
"The lower one remains stationary," he explained, his voice gentle. "It rests here, against your ring finger, providing stability." His thumb brushed against her knuckle, the contact brief but unmistakable. "The upper stick moves, controlled by these two fingers."
His demonstration was methodical, clinical even, yet Dilinur found herself focusing more on the proximity of his hand than the lesson itself. The slight callouses on his fingertips evidence of countless hours training with his Psytum Sword created a pleasant friction against her skin.
"Now, try," he instructed, withdrawing his hand slowly.
Dilinur steadied her breath and attempted the motion he''d shown her. The chopsticks closed properly, capturing a clump of rice. A small unexpected satisfaction.
"Very good," Joon-Seok nodded, his lips curving in the ghost of a smile. "Adaptability serves you well. A quality most valued in the Imperium." He commented before returning to his own meal, picking a delicate piece of lotus root with his own utensil.
Kaori watched the exchange with narrowed eyes, her perfect posture becoming somehow even more rigid. "How...instructive of you, Your Highness."
Iron Roach snorted, reaching for his third helping of abalone. "Should we talk about why we''re here? The Crystal isn''t going to extract itself." He swept his gaze around the table, mechanical fingers drumming impatiently on the tablecloth.
Dilinur''s gaze followed the Prince''s to the holographic projection hovering above the center of the table. Osram rotated slowly in mid-air, its rugged surface rendered in exquisite detail. Thin, luminescent lines began to etch themselves across the hologram, mapping intricate routes over jagged craters and beneath shadowed valleys. These pathways converged toward a single point deep within the moon''s core.
Finally, the image centered on a crystalline structure nestled within the corethe Moondust Crystal, shimmering, casting prismatic rays.
"This Crystal must be housed in one of the ancient Neptunian Vaults," Joon-Seok murmured in his tenor voice. The hologram''s light reflected in his eyes. "Besides the Radi-Mons, they are the only culture which can construct networks deep into a moon."
"Never seen a Neptunian myself," Roach commented, reaching for his wine glass with metal fingers that clinked against the crystal. "What do they look like? Ugly blue octopi? Scantily dressed, sexy ladies?"
"Roach." Dilinur cut in, her brows knitting together in disapproval.
"Just kidding, Dinu." Roach said before taking a gulp of his wine.
"No human has," Joon-Seok replied with measured patience before finishing the his lotus root. "The civilization is thought to have gone extinct millions of years ago. Earlier this century, however, the Imperial Legion''s expedition fleet discovered numerous ruins in the Realm of Sapphire Sea the moons of Neptune. Scientists worldwide named this civilization accordingly."
"That explains why no one lives there," Kaori pouted between delicate bites of Dongpo Pork, her full crimson lips savoring the meat. "I would never want to live close to dead alien ruins."
"We''d likely be venturing into an ancient dungeon, then," Dilinur observed, setting down her chopsticks to gesture at the hologram. "These tunnels appear to form a defensive network."
"Quite so," Joon-Seok nodded approvingly. "And that presents both challenge and opportunity."
Dilinur leaned forward, her earlier embarrassment forgotten. "The Terra Alliance will have analysts studying the same pathways. If they''ve identified the Crystal''s location as well, we''ll likely encounter resistance."
"Let them come," Kaori said with cold confidence, taking a small bite of abalone. "More glory for us when we tear them to pieces."
Iron Roach set down his empty glass with a thud. "Alliance, Directorate, Sand Lotusdoesn''t matter. We''ll crush whoever stands in our way." He reached for the wine bottle, pouring himself another generous serving.
"Speaking of the Directorate," Joon-Seok remarked, swirling the wine in his glass contemplatively, "our intelligence suggests they''ve become increasingly active in lunar operations. Their Kimaris Warband has been reported on the Far Side of the Moon."
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Kaori''s expression darkened visibly at the mention of the Directorate. She set her chopsticks down, reaching for her wine glass. "The Maridians have become quite a nuisance. But their technology is primitive compared to ours."
"Yet effective in its own way," Dilinur pointed out as she managed to capture a piece of abalone with her chopsticks, the small accomplishment bringing a flicker of satisfaction. "Their Scarab mechs have proven formidable in several recent engagements."
"Aren''t those just bad copies of Digital Era cartoons?" Kaori dismissed with a disdainful shrug. "My Draconic Engine could blast them to dust in but one shot." She took a sip of her wine and dabbed at her lips with a napkin.
"Their leader, Kofi Mensah, is no fool, either," Joon-Seok countered, his tone suggesting respect rather than admiration. "His administration has secured the significant influence in the Realm of Divines on Jovian moons where both Alliance and Imperium have failed to impress the locals."
Iron Roach laughed, the sound metallic and harsh. "Bah, look at us, talking about jobs on a fucking Saturday night!" He speared another piece of Dongpo Pork with a single chopstick, ignoring Kaori''s grimace at his table manners.
"Roach, watch your manners!" Dilinur admonished as she stole a glance at Joon-Seok. "At least show enough courtesy to allow our visitor to complete his thought."
"Yet Sir Roach has a point. Very well." Joon-Seok conceded with a grin, his face contemplative as he chose a slender piece of duck. "Do you each have some form of indulgence? Any recreational pursuit you find pleasurable?"
"I go to Osram and browse the antiques at Yue Shanghai," Kaori answered while adjusting her hairpin, her tone carrying an unusual fervor as she regarded Joon-Seok. "There''s a jade toad figurine I''ve been eager to add to my collection. Proposed 2 million Imperium Yuan to purchase it, but the seller insisted it wasn''t for sale."
Dilinur suppressed a groan, envy welling up within her. Among the Golden Serpents, Kaori was the ''wealthy girl'' who possessed nearly limitless coins to spend. Advantages of being born into a family favored by the Emperor. "What a...covetable dilemma to face."
"Indeed," Joon-Seok said, giving Dilinur an approving look. "I prefer the fitness center, personally. There''s something peculiarly relaxing about tearing down old muscle tissue and having fresh ones develop."
"I can imagine so." Dilinur felt warmth rising to her own face as she sneaked a glimpse at Joon-Seok''s form beneath his clothing.
"So you what, hit on the girls at the gym? One night stands?" Roach quipped as he leaned forward in his chair, the scent of wine lacing his breath. "That still trendy these days?"
Kaori simply scoffed as she reached up a hand to cover her forehead.
"One of these days we need to have Cheng teach you proper speech, Roach." Dilinur shook her head.
"Too late." Roach simply grinned. "Fuck! That reminds me. Cheng still owes me seven thousand Yuans."
"For?" Dinu''s eyes narrowed.
"For a bet!" Roach pointed a finger at her. "You still haven''t found a boyfriend, Dinu. Cheng said you''d agree to a date with him BY JANUARY!" A laughter erupted from the man before he added. "Thanks for making me rich."
"you''re quite welcome." Dilinur replied dryly.
"Your Royal Highness, when we reach the Moondust Crystal, how would we extract it?" Kaori asked, changing the subject while holding her bowl of rice.
"I have a few Peons at my disposal if you need them," Roach added before scooping up a mouthful of lotus root with his silver spoon. "Best indentured servants on this side of Earth."
"Five Peons should suffice," Joon-Seok agreed, taking a measured sip of his wine before placing the glass back on the table. "But the Terra Alliance and their Psi Lynx agents will undoubtedly be at the vault door. We may need an extra set of hands to secure our dominance."
"What extra hands might you be referring to?" Dilinur paused.
"You call him Flesh Pot," Joon-Seok''s voice remained smooth and velvety, blending with the luxurious atmosphere of the restaurant. "Governor Qin''s reports indicate he''s ready for deployment but requires Helionite consumption to be fully awakened. I''ve procured a cart full of Helionite. With his strength, we can overcome any opposition and secure the Moondust Crystal."
Dilinur''s eyes flickered across Joon-Seok''s face, searching for signs of doubt or bravado. There were none. She nodded, feeling the weight of the mission settle upon her shoulders.
"If you prefer, Prince Joon-Seok," she acknowledged, her tone measured. "I may show you to his Tissue Culture Container after this meal."
"That would be best." he replied with a curt nod.
But then, the guttural rumble of her hunger echoed through the opulent stillness. Dilinur''s cheeks warmed with a flush that matched the crimson ambience of the room as she felt the weight of every gaze upon her. She darted her eyes away, seeking refuge in the shadows that played along the intricate patterns of her robe.
"You have not eaten any of the main dishes," Joon-Seok observed, his voice neutral. "Is the food not to your liking?"
Before she could muster a response, Kaori''s lips curled into a carefully constructed smile. "Perhaps our selection is too...sophisticated for certain palates."
Iron Roach, surprisingly, was the one who broke the tension. He signaled to a passing waiter with a cybernetic hand that gleamed under the ambient lighting.
"Get us some decent food here!" he barked, his voice cutting through the refined atmosphere. "Lamb skewers, and ugh, Kash-something. Kashgar stuffed flatbreads! Turpan grape leaf dolmas."
The waiter blinked in confusion.
"Got Helionite in your ears?" Roach grimaced in annoyance.
"I am most sincerely sorry, sir. Would you mind" the waiter ventured with a bow.
"The Uyghur section," Roach clarified, his tone brooking no argument. "Forgot which page it was on your fancy menu. Triple portions, all of them!"
Dilinur stared at him, momentarily stunned.
"What?" Roach shrugged, noticing her surprise. "Spent three years stationed on the Western Border. Best damn food I''ve ever had. Criminal those Unblooded stuffs aren''t on more menus."
"How...quaint," Kaori murmured, setting down her chopsticks. "I heard those foods are eaten with bare hands."
"Best way to enjoy real food," Roach countered with surprising conviction. "Taste gets in your skin that way. Stays with you."
Within the next minute, the dishes arrived, their rich aromas cutting through the refined scents of the Imperial cuisine, Dilinur felt a surprising wave of homesickness. The skewers were charred perfectly, the flatbreads stuffed with spiced meats and vegetables, and the dolmas wrapped with practiced care.
"Show us," Joon-Seok said, his attention fully on Dilinur now. "The proper way to enjoy these."
Dilinur demonstrated how to strip the succulent lamb from the skewer, the technique requiring both teeth and fingers. The familiar motion transported her briefly to her childhood, before the weight of her position.
"Like this," she said, passing a skewer to Joon-Seok.
To her surprise, he followed her instruction without hesitation, adapting with grace. When he bit into the lamb, his eyes closed momentarily in appreciation.
"Remarkable," he declared, opening his eyes to meet hers directly. "The flavors are bold, unapologetic. Our Imperium has much to learn."
"Pardon?" she asked, her heart skipping a beat as she marveled at his handsome features.
"About embracing diverse culinary traditions." he replied between bites.
Iron Roach was already on his second skewer, eating with efficiency. Kaori, meanwhile, held her skewer at arm''s length, examining it as if it was Radi-Mon specimen, not food.
"The spice blend is quitedistinctive," she finally commented, taking a cautious bite. Her eyes widened slightlywhether in surprise or distaste wasn''t immediately clear.
"It''s called ''ziran,''" Dilinur explained, feeling strangely validated as she watched them. "A mixture of cumin, red pepper, salt, and other spices passed down through generations."
"The heat builds gradually," Joon-Seok observed, reaching for a stuffed flatbread. "Complex rather than overwhelming. A thoughtful balance."
They ate in companionable silence for several minutes, the tension that had characterized the earlier part of the meal dissipating somewhat. Dilinur found herself watching Joon-Seok''s expressions as he explored each new dish, noting the subtle shifts that suggested genuine appreciation rather than diplomatic courtesy.
As they finished the meal, Joon-Seok turned to Kaori and Roach. "Lady Ouyang, Sir Roachit has been a pleasure dining with you both. I believe Prefect Altai and I have some logistical matters to discuss."
"Getting tired of us already?" Roach arched an eyebrow as he quipped, but the relief was evident in his posture.
"What are our orders, Prince Pak?" Kaori maintained her composure despite the obvious dismissal.
"Await my instructions tomorrow. I need to discuss some operational details with Prefect Altai," Joon-Seok replied with polite finality.
Kaori stood and bowed deeply before leaving, her movements as precise as calligraphy. Roach simply rose and made his way toward the exit, not bothering with formal gestures.
As their footsteps faded, Joon-Seok turned his full attention to Dilinur, his eyes reflecting the restaurant''s subdued lighting.
"After dinner, perhaps a stroll?" he suggested, his tone carrying a hint of something beyond professional courtesy. "Then we may inspect this Flesh Pot you''ve been cultivating."
For once, amidst the shadows of Imperial politics, Dilinur found herself intrigued by the possibility that lay behind those composed features. "That would be most welcome, Your Highness."
Ch36.2: Dilinur VI: Crane & Tiger (Scene 2)
23:01, February 23, 2295
Zhongshan S Rd, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium of Dragons territory
As they walked, the night air carried a subtle chill that belied the approaching spring. Joon-Seok walked beside Dilinur through the hotel''s elevated garden pathway, their footsteps creating a gentle rhythm against the polished stone. Below them, Taipei''s cityscape was a constellation of fusion-powered lights, pulsing with the energy of the Imperium''s might.
"The meal was quite revealing," Joon-Seok said, his voice carrying just far enough to reach her ears. "Food speaks truths that words often conceal."
Dilinur watched him from the corner of her eye, the crimson glow of a nearby lantern casting his features in sharp relief. "And what truths did you discover about me, Your Highness?"
He turned slightly, his profile outlined against the city lights. "That beneath the Imperial Prefect lies a woman who remembers the warmth of her homeland''s hearth, even as she serves in palaces of jade and gold."
Something stirred in Dilinur''s chesta feeling she''d long suppressed. Her fingers instinctively sought the jade hairpin at the nape of her neck, an old tell she''d never fully eliminated.
They walked in companionable silence until they reached the government complex adjacent to the hotel. The doors parted before them, recognizing Dilinur''s biometric signature. The corridor''s walls displayed shifting holographic murals of Imperial conqueststhe island''s annexation, the Mars Campaign, the Lunar Incursioneach victory rendered in shimmering gold and crimson.
"My study is at the end of this passage," Dilinur said. "The specimen is housed there, under my direct supervision as Governor Qin mandated."
Joon-Seok nodded, his gaze lingering on a holographic scene of Eclipse mages decimating Taiwanese resistance fighters, a label ''February 28, 2277'' beneath it. "A wise precaution. Assets of biological nature require constant oversight."
They reached a mahogany door inlaid with jade recognition panels. Dilinur pressed her palm against the cool surface, and the door slid open soundlessly, revealing her private domain.
The study was bathed in amber light that emanated from recessed panels in the ornately carved ceiling. Traditional wooden beams crossed overhead, their rich lacquered surfaces reflecting the warm glow. The walls were lined with antique scrolls and leather-bound volumes, punctuated by sleek data terminals and holographic displays. An imposing desk of polished obsidian dominated the center of the room, its surface reflecting the ambient light like a dark mirror.
"Please," Dilinur gestured for him to enter.
Joon-Seok stepped across the threshold, his eyes immediately drawn to the eastern wall where a massive machine stoodthe Genome Sequencer. Its circular interface glowed with arcane symbols, lines of code in Reikan script scrolling across its surface too rapidly for the untrained eye to follow. The room smelled of sandalwood incense and ozone, the ancient and modern melding in an intoxicating fusion.
"Your collection of texts is remarkable," Joon-Seok observed, noting a rare edition of "The Art of War" beside holographic data crystals. "Sun Tzu alongside quantum theories... and is that the forbidden ''Necromicon of Chang''?"
"Different perspectives on power," Dilinur replied, pleasantly surprised by his literary recognition. "I find wisdom in understanding how various minds approach the same fundamental questions."
She moved toward the Genome Sequencer, her robes whispering against the polished wooden floor. With a practiced gesture, she activated the machine''s primary functions. The circular interface expanded, projecting a three-dimensional holographic display above the console. The amber glow intensified as panels shifted on the wall, revealing a massive cylindrical chamber embedded within.
"Genome Sequencer, display Flesh Pot current status," Dilinur commanded.
The machine responded in its neutral feminine voice, "Displaying Tissue Culture Container contents. Development progress: 93% complete."
The cylindrical chamber illuminated from within, revealing its contents suspended in amber fluid. Flesh Pot hung in the viscous solution, a monstrous form nearly three meters tall. Its skin was a raw, glistening red, covered in chitinous plates that overlapped like organic armor. Its massive head hung forward, eyes closed in artificial slumber, but its mawa nightmare of concentric rings of teethremained partially open, as if awaiting its first taste of prey. Multiple limbs ended in razor-sharp claws that seemed to twitch occasionally, despite its dormant state. Translucent umbilical-like tubes connected to its back, feeding nutrients and genetic material into its developing form.
Joon-Seok stepped closer, his expression one of genuine fascination rather than revulsion. "Extraordinary," he murmured, studying the beast''s features. "The integration of the donor materials is seamless. Your design?"
"Yes," Dilinur acknowledged, unable to completely suppress the note of pride in her voice. "The basic template was mine, though the Sequencer handled the genetic recombination processes."
"And the human contributors?"
"Traitors. Rebels." The words came automatically, though something in Joon-Seok''s steady gaze made her add, "Their genetic structures were compatible with the mutations we sought to develop."
"I see." His tone revealed nothing of his thoughts on the matter.
Dilinur gestured to a control panel beside the container. "Once awakened, Flesh Pot responds primarily to my commands through a psionic link established during its formation phase. The neural pathways"
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A sharp alert from her desk terminal interrupted her explanation. She moved quickly to the obsidian surface, where a holographic message pulsed with urgency. "Forgive me, Your Highness. A security alert from the lower levels requiring immediate attention."
As she tended to the notification, Joon-Seok continued his examination of her study. His steps took him beyond the main Genome Sequencer to a partially concealed alcove behind an ornate folding screen decorated with dragons and phoenixes. There, a smaller but equally sophisticated device hummed quietly, its cylindrical chamber filled with the same amber fluid.
Dilinur felt her heart seize when she turned and saw him standing before Skarn''s tentacle. The severed appendageblack and robust like a muscular earthworm, nearly the length of her armfloated in suspension. Around its severed base, new cellular structures were visibly forming, reaching outward like questing fingers.
"Fascinating," Joon-Seok said, his voice carefully neutral. "This appears to be Draug tissue. Alpha-class, if I''m not mistaken." His finger hovered near the glass, tracing the contour of the tentacle without touching it. "The regenerative capabilities are... remarkable."
Dilinur abandoned the terminal and crossed the room with measured steps, her mind racing through possible explanations, weighing honesty against prudence.
"Subject S," Joon-Seok continued before she could speak, the designation falling from his lips with unsettling familiarity. "The Primarch who escaped from Amber Moon Spire."
"Your Highness" Dilinur began, her voice tighter than she intended.
"The cellular structure is unique," he continued, as if he hadn''t heard her. His eyes studied the developing tissue with analytical precision. "Unlike any Radi-Mon specimen I''ve examined. The chromosomal configuration suggests advanced adaptive capabilities." He looked up, meeting her gaze directly. "You''re attempting to grow your own, aren''t you?"
The accusation hung in the air between them, but his tone held more curiosity than condemnation. Dilinur made her decision in that momentone not born of fear or calculation, but from an instinct she couldn''t explain.
"Yes," she admitted, stepping closer to the container. The tentacle seemed to pulse in the amber liquid, as if responding to her proximity. "A controlled replication. If successful, it would yield a being with Skarn''s capabilities but lacking his connection to the Hivemind."
"Controlled by you," Joon-Seok stated.
"If we claim the Moondust Crystal, yes." She didn''t flinch from his gaze.
"And does Governor Qin know?" The question was gentle, almost sympathetic.
Dilinur''s silence was answer enough.
To her surprise, Joon-Seok turned back to the container with renewed interest. "The cellular mitosis is extraordinarily stable," he observed, his tone shifting to one of professional assessment. "You''ve solved the degradation issues that plagued similar experiments in Choson''s laboratories for years."
Dilinur found herself trembling. "You''re not... disturbed by this unauthorized project?"
"Disturbed?" A subtle smile curved his lips. "The Imperium has always advanced through the bold actions of those willing to venture where others dare not tread." His gaze traced the developing mass within the container. "History remembers the visionaries, not the rule-followers."
He stepped away from the container, turning to face her fully. In the amber light, his features took on a warmth that seemed to reach beyond his customary reserve. "Your secret is safe, Dinu. May I call you Dinu when we''re alone?"
The informality of the addressthe intimacy it impliedsent a small shock through her. "Yes, of course, Your"
"Joon-Seok," he corrected gently. "If we''re to share confidences."
Dilinur nodded, a curious lightness filling her chest. "Why would you protect my secret? Such knowledge could gain you considerable favor with the Emperor."
Joon-Seok held her gaze for a moment before reaching into his inner robe. He withdrew a small object that caught the amber lighta crystal vial containing what appeared to be quicksilver, but which moved with an unnatural sentience. Minuscule characters were etched into the crystal''s surface, their forms shifting and rearranging as the contents pulsed within.
"The Blood Rain Aria," he said, his voice dropping to just above a whisper. "The first half of an Ordovox incantation forbidden since the Svalbard Concordat. It amplifies Eclipse spells beyond natural constraints, but at a cost to the caster."
"The Emperor ordered all copies destroyed," Dilinur breathed, unable to hide her astonishment.
"Yes, he did.Yet here we are." Joon-Seok returned the vial to his robe. "Luckily, few know the chant. Even fewer would recognize were I to cast it."
The implication hung between thema shared transgression, a mutual vulnerability that created an unexpected bond.
"It seems we understand each other better than either might have anticipated," Dilinur said, her voice softening.
"Indeed." Joon-Seok moved closer, his proximity sending a cascade of awareness through her. "I recognize in you a kindred spirit, Dilinur. Someone who sees beyond the constraints of the present to what might be possible."
Behind them, Flesh Pot''s massive form shifted slightly in its amber prison, a ripple of movement across its chitinous plates. The tentacle in the smaller chamber seemed to pulse in response, as if acknowledging a distant sibling.
"I can help you with this project," Joon-Seok offered, gesturing toward the developing specimen. "Choson maintains certain research facilities that operate... outside standard Imperial oversight."
"And what would you ask in return?" Dilinur questioned, years of Imperial politics having taught her that all offers came with conditions.
"Nothing immediately," he replied with disarming honesty. "But perhaps, when the time comes, you''ll remember who stood beside you when others would have condemned your vision."
The proposition was clear in its ambiguityan alliance formed in this amber-lit moment that might bear fruit in distant futures neither could fully predict.
"I would welcome your assistance," Dilinur said carefully. "And your discretion."
Joon-Seok nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Have you chosen a name for it yet? Your creation?"
The question caught her off guard. "I hadn''t considered..."
"Names have power," he said, moving toward the door. "Choose one that reflects your intentions, not just its origins."
As he reached the threshold, he turned back. The amber light caught his profile, casting half his face in shadow while illuminating the other. "Until tomorrow, Dilinur. I look forward to our journey to Osram."
Until tomorrow. she echoed.
The door slid closed behind him, leaving Dilinur standing between her creationsthe monstrous Flesh Pot and the developing tentacle. For the first time in years, she felt something beyond the careful calculations of survival.
In their amber chambers, Flesh Pot''s maw seemed to twitch in a grotesque approximation of a smile, while the tentacle curled slightly, as if sensing the shift in its creator''s fortunes.
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Ch37.1 Lorna XII: Silver Memories (Scene 1)
10:44, March 1, 2284
Booth 71, Caf Aurora, 7F, Helios Hall, No. 12, Aurora Plaza, ?resund District, Lund, Sweden, Nordic Commonwealth Territory
Sigrn sat alone in the corner booth of Caf Aurora, her slender fingers tapping anxiously against the ceramic mug before her. Steam rose in lazy spirals from the latte, dissipating into the cafe''s warm air as she waited for Thorin H?ggsson. The caf hummed with the quiet conversations of students and professors, a gentle backdrop to her turbulent thoughts.
Her cascade of platinum blonde hair fell in gentle waves past her shoulders, framing a face of delicate Nordic beauty. The pale ivory of her skin contrasted with the soft blush of her lips and the arresting depth of her crystalline blue eyeseyes that now darted toward the entrance, scanning for her contact. She''d wrapped a soft gray scarf around the neck of her cream-colored blouse, a futile shield against the vulnerability she felt.
But before she could deliver what Harald had entrusted to her, she would have to endure the man sitting opposite her.
"So, how much do you need?" Finn Lindberg asked, desire evident in his gaze as it roved over her form. He wasn''t truly her classmatejust a dropout with a wealthy father who spoiled him with enough money to frequent the Leased Lilies on campus. Under normal circumstances, Sigrn would never entertain his company.
But today, she needed money. Financial security to survive this semester in Lund before her plans to leave Earth could materialize.
Finn shifted in his chair, drawing her reluctant attention. The sharp blue of his gaze locked onto hers, his muscular confidence evident in every movement. "Hey, Ulrich told me the other day. Said your mother was a whore, too. That true?" he probed, his voice thick with entitlement rather than genuine curiosity.
"Yeah, people paid her for sex. Got a problem with that?" Sigrn''s response came sharply as she observed himhis ivory skin, blond hair, and eyes mirroring her own. Reflections of a supposed celestial pairing. ''Two Nordic stars destined to intertwine,'' as their classmates always said. The thought coiled in her gut like a serpent.
"I guess her daughter did take after her, huh?" Finn shrugged, a smirk playing across his face. "Anyway, how much do you need as part of thelease?"
"Just enough for me to make it through this semester," she replied with forced nonchalance, one hand absently adjusting the strap of the black shoulder bag resting beside her.
"Hmm." Finn placed a finger on his chin in mock contemplation. "I say 2000 Atomic Dollars per month. Upfront and non-negotiable."
"Too low. The cost of living here is 3000 Atomic Dollars. I''m not stupid." Sigrn''s finger traced the rim of her coffee cup, the warmth contrasting with the chill of dread icing her veins. The ambient chatter of Caf Aurora buzzed around her, yet she felt adrift in a sea of unease.
"I thought Professor Omdal was giving you enough money?" Finn''s eyes narrowed.
"My pa... he hasn''t called since I left Oslo," she murmured. Her hand found solace in the small pendant at her neck, its cold metal an anchor amidst the storm of her thoughts. "And no, he paid for my tuition. Everything else, I''m on my own."
"Fair enough." Finn tilted his head as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a holo-contract, his strong hand covering the title, revealing only the blank signature field to Sigrn. "4000 Atomic Dollars per month."
"I won''t be here forever. I need to save enough money to get off Earth when summer comes."
"You better know how to moan in J?turml when we hop in bed, then," Finn chuckled before taking out a stylus and passing it to Sigrn. "8000 ATDs per month, lasting from now to the end of July. During its effect, you will come to me whenever I have need, and we do it HOWEVER I like it."
"Deal." Sigrn reached for the stylus, but Finn grabbed her hand mid-air.
"Try to tell this to anyone, or leave Earth before the lease expires..." Finn said, his words hanging in the air like a threat, "and I have ways to make you suffer."
"I understand..." Sigrn lowered her head, suppressing the disgust roiling in her mind before lifting her gaze to meet Finn''s with manufactured confidence. "...min herre [my master]," she added, biting her lip with just the right amount of feigned seduction.
"Now that''s a good Lily." Finn grinned before reaching out to comb his fingers through her platinum blonde hair. The touch made Sigrn''s skin crawl.
Ignoring him, Sigrn looked down at the document and signed her name, placing the stylus on the table before meeting his gaze once more. "I need to meet someone else at 11. Do you mind?"
The signed lease glowed on the table, her name emblazoned across it. The title pulsed with a blue light: ''Leased Lily - Sigrn Fjeld in service to Finn Lindberg: 03/01/2284 to 07/31/2284''
"Fine by me." Finn stood, gathering the contract and preparing to leave. "I look forward to our sweet time together."
Sigrn stared blankly at the wall across the room, grateful for the privacy the booth afforded, shielding her from the cafe''s other patrons.
The door hissed closed behind Finn as he left.
With a deep sigh, her heart pounding with a mixture of shame and anxiety, Sigrn lifted her coffee and drained the last of the latte. A tear escaped her sapphire eye, tracing down her ivory cheek. Then another. And another. Soon, she was quietly sobbing.
A few minutes passed before the door chime rang. The next man she needed to meet. The man she needed to deliver something important to.
A soft tone emanated from the table''s embedded communicator. Sigrn pressed the button, and the holographic image of a silver-haired man materialized. "It is I, Thorin."
"Please come in," Sigrn said simply, wiping away the tears on her cheeks with a napkin.
The door slid open to reveal Thorin H?ggssona figure of imposing wisdom and weathered strength. His silver-streaked dark hair was swept back from a face that bore the lines of a century''s worth of experiences. Piercing green eyes surveyed the room with a warrior''s vigilance, set in a face framed by a neatly trimmed salt-and-pepper beard. He wore traditional robes that spoke of his connection to the old waysa brown outer robe over a pristine white inner garment, secured with an ornate metal belt. The ensemble gave him the air of a sage or mystic, though the broad shoulders and straight posture beneath spoke of a warrior''s discipline.
Thorin entered the room, scanning the space with caution before taking the seat Finn had vacated. "Are you alright?" he asked, his baritone voice as rich and layered as his appearance suggested.
"I''m fine, Thorin. I just..." Sigrn sighed as she set down her napkin and reached into her chest pocket, extracting the vial of shimmering liquid. She passed it to Thorin. "Pa told me to give this to you."
Thorin accepted the vial, studying its shimmering contents with those penetrating green eyes. His gaze returned to Sigrn. "Did Harald tell you about his plan, then?"
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"No?" Sigrn tried to mask her exhaustion. The past two days had worn heavily on her.
"So you don''t know anything about this vial? What''s in it? Why Harald gave it to you?"
"''M?ne kaller p? m?ne.''" Sigrn recited, the words emerging like an oath. "That''s what he wanted me to tell you."
Thorin merely nodded, a stiff silence settling between them. His handsstrong yet graceful despite their ageclosed around the vial, the metal clasp of his robe catching the light as he shifted in his seat.
"What do you know about Europa?" Thorin pressed, his baritone voice firm.
"It''s the Nordic Moon. I''m planning to get a shuttle there after I save up here," Sigrn replied, absently adjusting a strand of platinum hair that had fallen across her face.
"Is that why you signed a lease with Finn, then? Trading your own soul for enough money to get off-world?" Thorin''s green eyes narrowed, the lines around them deepening.
Sigrn felt judged. "How did you..."
"Saw him skulking around downstairs. Only one reason he even comes to these parts after being flunked out." Thorin scoffed, shaking his head and looking out the window, his profile stern against the light.
"Well, it''s my right to decide what to do with my body, isn''t it?" Sigrn shot back, her delicate features hardening with defiance.
"It is," Thorin slumped in his chair, the rich fabric of his robes settling around him. "But if you were my daughter, I''d disown you in a heartbeat."
"Good thing that''s none of your concern, then." Sigrn gritted her teeth, her blue eyes flashing.
"Aside from being the moon where Nordlings settle, Europa is also where Harald has stored his experiments, on the southern pole." Thorin adjusted his posture, the metal clasp of his belt glinting as he moved. His green eyes fixed on the pendant around Sigrn''s slender neck. "That jewel in your pendant. It''s dangerous. Give it to me."
"What? No." With one hand, Sigrn clutched the Pendant of Mnagrt protectively, holding it close to her chest, the other hand gripping the edge of the table.
"Without the Pendant of Mnagrt, this vial by itself won''t be of any use." Thorin held up the vial, his strong fingers wrapped around it as if brandishing it to make his point.
"Tell me what they''re for. Both of them." Sigrn demanded, her soft features set with determination.
"I will." Thorin''s posture tensed at her demand. He leaned forward, one hand extended toward Sigrn, palm up. "But first, give me the Pendant. I promise to give you answers. Then you''ll see why you shouldn''t have it."
"Only if you promise me safe passage off-Earth. And get me a ride to Europa." Sigrn''s nervousness only increased, the scarf around her neck seeming to tighten.
Thorin scoffed again, looking aside before returning his penetrating gaze to Sigrn. "I can''t. My organization doesn''t have the money to spare."
"Keep the vial, then. The Pendant is mine!" She stood up, making for the door, her platinum hair swinging with the abrupt movement.
Thorin rose to his feet in one fluid motion, his robes swirling around him. The movement was startlingly swift for a man his age. "You don''t understand what''s at stake." His voice had dropped to a dangerous whisper. "That pendant contains power beyond your comprehension."
Sigrn backed toward the door, her hand still clutching the pendant protectively. "I don''t care. It''s the last thing my father gave me."
"Because he knew you would guard it with your life," Thorin''s green eyes seemed to glow with an unnatural intensity. "But did he tell you why? Did he tell you what happens when the wrong hands control it?"
A chill ran down Sigrn''s spine. "What are you talking about?"
"The pendant is a fragment, Sigrn. A piece of something ancient. Something that should have remained buried." Thorin''s imposing frame seemed to fill the small booth as he stepped closer. "Your father has been experimenting. Creating things on Europa that should not exist."
"You''re lying," Sigrn whispered, but uncertainty crept into her voice.
Thorin shook his head slowly. "The vial contains genetic material from his creations. The pendant is the key to controlling them." His hand moved to his belt, where something that looked suspiciously like the hilt of a weapon glinted. "Europa isn''t a sanctuary, Sigrn. It''s where he''s building his army."
"My father wouldn''t"
"Your father," Thorin cut her off, "Harald Omdal. The Archmage of Buskerud. A man who believes Nordlings are superior to all other human bloodlines." His eyes fixed on hers. "And you are his crowning achievement."
The pendant at Sigrn''s throat suddenly felt ice-cold against her skin. The blue gem at its center began to pulse with a rhythm that matched her racing heartbeat.
Thorin''s expression softened, just slightly. "You don''t know, do you? What you truly are?"
His hand shot out suddenly, reaching for the pendant. Sigrn reacted instinctively, her hands moving in a pattern that felt as familiar as breathing.
"Corpus meum leve ut pluma!" The Ordovox words tumbled from her lips, not to arrest a descent but to create distance. The air around her shimmered with silver blue light as she felt her body become light.
With a backward step, she floated beyond Thorin''s reach. The spell served her purpose, creating an uncanny, unsettling buffer between them.
"Sigrn, stop!" Thorin commanded. "The pendant is awakening. Can''t you feel it?"
She could. The jewel pulsed with increasing intensity, sending waves of cold through her body. But she refused to surrender it.
"Scutum Lunaris!" Another incantation left her lips, and a shimmering silver barrier materialized between them. Thorin''s hand struck it, ripples of energy spreading from the impact point.
"You cast just like him," Thorin said, his voice tinged with both admiration and dread. "The daughter of the Archmage indeed."
"Stay away from me," Sigrn warned, backing toward the exit. "Whatever Pappa''s done, whatever you think I am I don''t trust you."
"The Radi-Mons he''s been breeding, Sigrn." Thorin''s called after her as she reached the door, expression grim. "They can sense the pendant. Sense your blood. They were made for you."
"That''s ridiculous. Pappa wouldn''t save me from Sven just to have me become like him!" she shot back.
"No. The Fenris Horde is flawed. Severely incomplete." Thorin shook his head. "What Harald was trying to make. They''re different. But wrong in all the ways imaginable. Radi-Mons should not be man''s slaves."
A wave of vertigo swept over Sigrn, the floor seeming to tilt beneath her feet. Outside the caf windows, the snow began to fall more heavily, swirling in unnatural patterns. For just a moment, she thought she saw faces in the flurrieselongated, inhuman faces with too many eyes.
"You''re lying," she whispered, but the pendant grew colder still, and with its chill came certainty. Something was watching her. Something ancient and hungry had turned its attention toward her.
She yanked the door open and fled, her barrier spell dissolving behind her. Thorin''s voice followed her down the corridor:
"They''re coming for you, Sigrn! The children of ice and shadow! They won''t stop until they find what''s hidden in your blood!"
Sigrn ran, her heart thundering in her chest. As she burst out of Caf Aurora into Helios Hall, the crowds parted around herbut not quickly enough. She collided with a tall figure, nearly losing her balance.
"Careful there," a familiar voice said, hands steadying her shoulders.
She looked up to see Sven Solheim smiling down at her, his eyes impossibly blue against his tan skin. The same Sven who, in another future, would become the monstrous Skarn.
"You alright?" he asked, but his voice seemed to reverberate strangely, as if speaking from both the past and the present simultaneously. "You look like you''ve seen a ghost."
"Sven" Sigrn muttered, disbelief lacing her voice. "But you"
Behind him, through the vast windows of Helios Hall, Sigrn saw the snow falling more heavily. But it wasn''t falling naturally anymoreit was swirling, coalescing into massive, serpentine shapes that writhed against the glass like living things trying to break through.
And in the reflection of Sven''s eyes, she saw something else: a flicker of red, a glimpse of tentacles, a future that hadn''t happened yet.
The pendant burned against her skin. The world around her began to blur and fragment
"Sigrn, go! The vial C take it to Thorin. Tell him ''M?ne kaller p? m?ne'' C Moon calls to moon."
"But Pappa"
"There''s no time, Synne." His eyes flicked to Sven, whose transformation was nearly complete, then back to her. "The vial. The pendant. Both must survive."
"She could be magnificent, Harald!" Sven''s roar shook the terminal windows. "Like I!" His chest had split open, revealing chitinous plates beneath. "I''ll show her what we can become together!"
Two tentacles breached the barrier. Harald grunted with effort, silver light blazing from his hands. "Keep both safe. Promise me."
"I...I..." her lips parted, but no more words came.
The Pendant of Mnagrt grew cold against her ivory skin, its blue light fading to darkness. Her father... gone?
Ch37.2 Lorna XII: Silver Memories (Scene 2)
23:23, February 23, 2295
Near Arrington Lagoon, Evanston, IL, 60201, Terra Alliance territory
"Argh!" Lorna jerked awake with a gasp, her heart hammering against her ribs. The remnants of Oslo lingered in her mind. Blue luminescence threaded through her veinsthe Nucleus Virus visible beneath her skin in the Space Rover''s dim lighting.
"Nightmare?" Xin kept his eyes on the snowy path as he drove through the outskirts of Evanston.
"Yeah." Lorna tugged her sleeve down to cover the glowing veins. "The virus makes them more...vivid. More real." She massaged her temples and watched the city lights recede through the windshield.
The Space Rover''s cabin smelled of chicken nuggets and matcha tea. Pawan, Xin''s Omni-Drone, hovered near the ceiling, its sensors blinking in the darkness.
"Your skin..." Xin''s voice trailed off as he navigated around a fallen tree.
"I can handle it," she replied, fingers tracing the outline of the silver pendant against her chest. "How does my scar look? It''s been another day."
Xin examined her. "A small part of the scab has come off. It''s healing up."
"Good, that''s a relief," Lorna took out her vial of Medi-Vap and inhaled a dose. A cloud of teal mist escaped her lips.
"Just take it easy," Xin said. "So, where are we heading?"
"North. There''s something I want to show you. Something about who I really am."
The Space Rover trudged through the snow, its cannon swiveling to track movement in the darkness. As they crested a hill, Xin gasped.
Below them spread the remains of New Uppsala. Unlike Alliance cities, these buildings merged curves and angles in ways that defied conventional design, seeming to emerge from the snow itself.
"It''s beautiful," Xin said, slowing the vehicle. "I''ve never seen anything like it. Those spires C they''re like European castles, but different somehow. More...organic?" He adjusted his glasses. "The history books never showed us this."
"Of course they didn''t. The Alliance prefers everyone to think Valorans built everything worth preserving in North America. But this was New Uppsala. A haven for Nordlings who fled here when the outbreak in ''84 made Scandinavia uninhabitable. Before the quarantine, before the Nordic Exodus, before..." She trailed off.
"Let''s take a closer look," she said suddenly.
"Are we allowed to?" Xin asked, already steering toward the settlement''s entrance.
"No." A bitter smile crossed Lorna''s face. "But that''s kind of the point."
The Space Rover descended into the valley, its headlights cutting through darkness to reveal the abandoned entrance. They stopped at a security checkpoint, its systems long dead and Alliance banner hanging limp above obsolete scanning equipment.
"We should leave the rover here," Lorna said. "Less chance of triggering any remaining surveillance."
They stepped out into the bitter cold, breath forming clouds. Snow crunched beneath their boots as they moved past the checkpoint. Lorna touched the worn scanner.
"The Ancestral Verification Protocol. AVP. It traced Nordic heritage through genetic markers in our bloodline. They claimed our DNA made us more susceptible to the Nucleus Virus."
"Was that true?" Xin examined the technology.
"Partially. Studies showed Nordlings had a genetic sequence a psionic predisposition that the Nucleus Virus targets. But it wasn''t about protecting us." She kicked the scanner. "It was about controlling us."
They walked deeper into the settlement. The main street stretched before them, buildings merging Alliance standards with Nordic aesthetics. Snow had reclaimed much of the space, but market stalls, gathering places, and empty gardens remained visible.
Lorna stopped at the community center. Its weathered walls still displayed murals that captured Xin''s attention.
"Yggdrasil, the World Tree," Lorna traced the faded outlines. "And here, Valhalla, where warriors feast eternally. It''s J?turml mythology."
"What''s that word mean?" he asked.
"The Tongue of Giants. Some people say it''s rough sounding, but...it''s the language my people used to speak."
She led him to a structure with a peaked roof, its unfinished frame reaching skyward. "That was meant to be a stave church. Traditional Nordic architecture, all wood, no nails. They had the lumber imported from Canada, craftsmen brought from Europe... but then the quarantine came."
As they explored, Lorna shared stories of Nordling refugees who built New Uppsala to preserve their traditions. The gradual implementation of restrictions, first "for protection," then increasingly punitive. The quarantine that became permanent.
They entered a home. Snow had drifted through broken windows. Despite the decay, personal touches remained: faded photographs, hand-carved furniture, a child''s toy in a corner.
"When I was eighteen, my father left," Lorna picked up a wooden horse. "He stayed behind to fight the Fenris Horde while I fled."
"You know where he is?" Xin watched her.
"Hopefully Europa now, if he''s alive. He had a laboratory there."
"You tried to contact him?"
"I wish I could. No one know where he''s gone to. Only that he''s alive somehow." her expression was bitter. "Thorin H?ggsson, an old friend of his, told me about the lab. Said my father was creating..." She hesitated.
"Creating what?"
"His own version of Radi-Mons. Controlled ones. He called them the Jokull." She set the toy on a windowsill. "I didn''t want to believe it. Still don''t, really."
They moved to a research facility with walls breached, though it was hard to tell whether it was explosive force or something worse.
"The Lineage Studies Facility," Lorna read from a fallen sign. "Remotely owned by the Champaign Institute of Technology." Inside, equipment was smashed, documents scattered, everything burnable reduced to ash.
"Someone wanted to erase whatever they were studying here," Xin examined a broken container.
"The official story is that researchers destroyed everything before evacuation to prevent virus spread. But Nordlings weren''t contagious. The virus doesn''t work that way, like Doc Nikki explained. We were quarantined because of who we are, not what we carried."
She brushed snow from a folder. The logo remained visible with "Psionic Predisposition in Nordic Bloodlines."
"This is what they feared," she handed him the folder. "Not virus spread, but abilities that couldn''t be controlled."
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Xin skimmed the pages. "These are genetic studies... comparing Nordic DNA with other Europeans... focusing on ''the last sequence in the human cell nucleus''..."
"The genetic marker for psionic potential. Found in about ten percent globally, but nearly thirty percent among Nordlings. That''s the ''scientific'' foundation for containing us. They turned our tragedy into justification for exclusion."
"How did you escape it? If AVP is so accurate at detecting Nordic heritage..."
"Director Otis," Lorna touched her pendant. "When I came to the Alliance, I had nothingjust my pendant, whatever money I''d saved... But my psionic aptitude caught his attention. He helped create a new identity, alter my genetic records, even sponsored my admission."
"Why would he take such a risk?"
"He saw something worth preserving, I guess. That''s the irony of the Allianceas an institution, it''s as prejudiced as the Imperium. But individuals within it can be remarkably kind."
In the administrative center, Lorna paused before a wall of photographs. Community celebrations, groundbreaking ceremonies, ordinary moments preserved in fading images.
"Do you see it, Xin? Look at these people. They could be anyone from the Alliance. That woman could have sat next to you on a train, that man could be a Vanguard in your unit. There''s nothing visibly different about us."
"That''s what makes prejudice so insidious. It creates divisions where there are none."
"Exactly." Lorna traced a group photo. "The AVP doesn''t detect disease. It detects ancestry. It''s not about protectionit''s about control."
Outside, night had deepened. Osram hung overhead, Chicago glowed on the horizon. As they walked back, Lorna broke the silence.
"There''s something else I need to tell you. About Skarn, the Radi-Mon Primarch we encountered in Taipei."
Xin turned to face her.
"He wasn''t always like that. Before he became... that thing... his name was Sven Solheim. He was my classmate at Lund University. Maybe even a friend."
"You knew him before his transformation?"
Lorna nodded. "We were in Advanced Psionics together. He was brilliant, charismaticand deeply resentful of how the Alliance and Imperium treated Nordic communities. He believed Nordlings were superior, that our psionic potential made us rightful rulers of the Inner Sol. The last time I saw him human was at Oslo Starport, when Radi-Mons attacked. He''d already begun transforming, calling himself Skarn."
"That''s why...when he met you in Taipei..." he left the sentence unfinished.
"Yes." She drew the pendant from her jumpsuit. "My father gave me this the day everything changed. The Pendant of Mnagrt. He said it would protect me. When we fled Oslo, he gave me something else. A crystal vial with strange liquid. He told me to take it to Thorin H?ggsson at Lund."
"Did you?"
"Yes, though I nearly walked out when Thorin demanded my pendant too. He claimed my father was creating monsters on Europa, that the pendant was connected to them. I gave him the vial but kept the pendant. It was the last thing my father gave me. How could I part with it?"
They reached the Space Rover but didn''t enter.
"You''re a Nordling." Xin nodded as he looked at her.
"It''s who I am, Xin. My real name is Sigrn Fjeld. Lorna Weiss was created to survive in a world that fears what I am. If anyone in SIMU discovers my identity, I won''t just lose my job. I''ll be deported immediately. Any chance of finding my fathergone." she met his gaze.
"Why tell me? Why trust me with this?"
The virus surged within her, patches of skin becoming transparent, revealing glowing tissue beneath. She made no attempt to hide it.
"Because you understand what it means to live under a system that wants to erase you. To remake yourself just to survive. And because I''ve seen how you keep fighting, even after what the Imperium did to your homeland. You don''t let them win by becoming what they want you to be."
A sudden beeping from the dashboard made them both jump. An incoming transmission.
"Let me check, Xin said, checking the display where the holographic text T. Mendoza flew. "It''sThomas?"
Lorna''s heart rate spiked as she rushed into the Rover, the virus responding with another surge of cerulean luminescence. This was the first test of her trust in Xin C how he handled this call would tell her everything she needed to know about whether she''d made the right choice in revealing her secret.
Xin''s finger hovered over the holographic interface. "Should I...?"
"Answer it," Lorna said, already shrinking into her seat, angling herself away from where Thomas''s hologram would appear. She pulled her jumpsuit closer, trying to conceal the virus''s telltale glow. "And Xin... please..."
He nodded once, understanding without needing more words. His finger made contact with the interface, and Thomas''s holographic form materialized between them. The silver gleam of his bionic arms caught the dashboard lights, casting strange shadows through the cabin.
"Hey, you two. Working late?" Thomas''s familiar baritone carried a note of curiosity as he took in their surroundings. "Bit far from the usual training grounds, aren''t you?"
Lorna held her breath, watching Xin from the corner of her eye. Everything hinged on this moment.
"Yeah, were testing the Space Rover''s winter capabilities," Xin replied smoothly, his voice betraying none of the tension Lorna felt crackling through the air. "The terrain north of Evanston provides good practice for Osram''s conditions. Read it on the Extranet today."
The Valoran mans grin was sly, his amusement palpable. "At midnight, eh? What an interesting choice."
Lorna''s cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she stared out the window, willing her heart to slow its frantic pace.
"Well, yes, since our mission is tomorrow at 1PM, I thought itd be good to have some extra practice," Xin added, his words tumbling out but slowly coming together.
"Of course, Xin. Youve got that hard-working Imperial spirit in you," Thomas replied as he nodded, the edge of intrigue still lingering in his tone.
"Tom, just tell us whats so important you have to call at this hour," The heat of Lornas blush felt like it could set the Space Rover ablaze, but she kept her posture.
"Roger that," Thomass hologram flickered as his posting took on a more serious edge. "Diego just sent an update. The Imperium''s forces are mobilizing earlier than expected. We''re moving the timeline."
"Alright. Whats the time?" Lorna managed, her voice strained and tight.
"Emmanuel and I will head for Mare Imbrium within the hour," Thomas continued, a solemn edge creeping into his voice. "As for you, Xin, your StarWhale flight is scheduled for 9AM."
"No problem!" Xin''s voice boomed with enthusiasm.
"Hold on. What about me?" Lornas golden eyebrows knitted together as she placed a hand on her chest.
"You are to remain on Earth, Lorna. Director Otis will be signing your unpaid sick leave tomorrow " Thomas eyed Lorna nervously, as if preparing for an impending clash.
"No way. I''m coming." Lorna insisted.
"Lorna. Youve done a lot during that mission in Taiwan. That''s not how the SIMU works. You need rest C " Thomas raised a bionic hand.
"I''ve come this far and I want to see it through." Lorna cut him off, finally turning to face the hologram. "Besides, I need the money. My rent is due soon."
Thomas remained silent for a moment before sighing, his posture relenting. "Very well. Do I have your permission to quote that when I go tell the Director?"
"You do." Lorna pursed her lips.
"Then I look forward to seeing you both on Osram tomorrow. Should be fun." A grin returned to Thomass wheat-hued countenance.
The hologram flickered out, leaving them in darkness broken only by the dashboard lights and the faint glow of Lorna''s virus-altered veins. For a moment, neither spoke.
"Thanks, Xin," Lorna finally whispered, her hand finding his in the darkness. "For understanding what''s at stake."
"Your secret is safe with me. Xin''s fingers intertwined with hers, warm against her cool skin. "Sigrn."
The sound of her real name, spoken with such simple acceptance, made her throat tight. She hadn''t heard anyone say it in years, not since her father. The pendant at her throat seemed to pulse once, as if acknowledging this moment of truth.
"My hands," she began, her voice a low murmur filled with vulnerability. "They''re not as soft as they used to be. Some people find it...unattractive." She flexed her calloused fingers, the rough texture rubbing against Xin''s gentler skin.
Xin ran his thumb over the hardened skin of her palm, his touch deliberate. "They''re the hands of a warrior," he said softly, looking up to meet her gaze. "They''ve been through battles, saved lives. Strong, resilient. Like you."
A knot of anxiety unclenched inside Lorna. She looked at their intertwined hands once more, feeling a small smile spread across her lips.
"Ill drive us back," Xin said softly, though he made no move to start the rover. "Big day tomorrow. Ill wake you up when we arrive at Stardust Command."
"Yeahthat sounds nice," Lorna replied, not withdrawing her hand from his. Here, in this abandoned place that bore witness to her people''s suffering, she had found something unexpected C someone who saw her, truly saw her, and chose to stand beside her anyway.
In that moment, he whispered a benediction she wanted him to but didnt know how to ask: "Goodnight, Lorna."
"Goodnight, Xin," she murmured back in contentment, withdrawing her hand, her blue eyes fluttering shut as she drifted toward the edge of sleep once more.
Above them, Osram hung in the night sky like a silent witness, its cratered face a reminder of the mission that awaited them. But for now, in the quiet darkness of the Space Rover''s cabin, Lorna allowed herself to exist without masks or pretense, her virus-touched skin glowing softly as the snow continued to fall outside.
Ch38 Jabari X: First Moondust
Osram Time: 18:17, February 24, 2295
Bluestone Rift, Zeeman Crater, Far Side, Osram
"System functional," The narrow rift valley constricted around Jabari as he maneuvered his damaged Scarab mech, its missing frontal limb a testament to the recent battle. The one-sided gash by the J?tunn on its chassis gnashed like a metal maw, but the mech had persevered, much like the man piloting it.
Ume''s Gyata hoverbike zipped ahead, her porcelain features framed by raven-black hair bobbing slightly with each undulation. "This rift seems recent. Odds of someone having created this on their way to the fragment are near 100%."
In the sky above, Seydou''s Isazi loomed like a leviathan, casting an imposing yet reassuring shadow.
"Then were on the right track. If this Crystal is real, someone else would want it, too," Jabari tapped rhythms with his fingers over the control panel.
"The signals getting stronger," Ume''s high-pitched voice chirped through the comm, "The frequency emitting from up ahead matches the Moondust Crystals." A delicate tilt of her head was made as she pointed towards an unassuming cavern at the base of a towering lunar spire. "There!"
"Good work, Ume," Jabari replied, guiding the Scarab mech forward. As they approached the cavern, he noted the increasingly erratic communications.
The sky above rippled with a sudden burst of energy, and Celine''s commanding voice sliced through the comm system. "Ologuns, ready your rifles and prepare for landing!"
Jabari glanced upward, his heart quickening as the silhouettes of Ologun marines in their bulky green fusion-powered exosuits plummeted from the Isazis imposing belly, their forms slicing through Osram''s weak gravity as they descended. They touched down on the regolith surface, the impact sending up plumes of dust that swirled around them. Among them was Celine, whose lithe figure landed with a feline grace.
"Form up around the Scarab," she commanded, and the marines fell into step behind Jabari and Ume, their boots thudding against the lunar soil. "Switch to a near-field channel. This static wont get in our way."
As they stopped at the cavern, Umes high-pitched voice sounded over the comm. "Based on my visual, these caverns may be too small for mechs and vehicles."
Celine walked beside Jabaris mech. "Power down your Scarab. We proceed on foot from here."
"Aye, aye, maam," Jabari complied, shutting down his Scarab mech and climbing out of its battered cockpit. He retrieved his golden Plasma Rifle and checked the Combat Knife fastened securely to his belt. Beside him, Ume dismounted her Gyata hoverbike, parking it next to the cavern entrance.
They exchanged a brief nod before venturing inside.
As they delved deeper into the cavern, the air grew colder, and Jabari noticed a bioluminescent texture creeping along the cavern walls. The pale brown creep pulsed with rhythm, casting shifting shadows.
"Processed Helionite mixed with Maur saliva. The Radi-Mons were here," Jabari murmured. He held his Plasma Rifle at the ready as Ume walked beside him. "Stay close."
"I will," Ume nodded curtly, her countenance stoic.
Behind them, the Ologun marines followed in tight formation, led by Celine. "Ologuns, safeties off."
The cavern''s interior unfolded before them. Jagged stalagmites jutted from the ground, while crystalline formations shimmered, glistening with moisture.
Suddenly, the comm crackled to life, Wilhelm''s crisp British accent cutting through. "My Anioma''s keeping watch while you go under."
"Affirmative, thank you." Jabari spoke, leading the way.
"Pleasure," Wilhelms suave voice replied.
They entered a vast stalactite grotto, its ceiling adorned with countless dagger-like formations. The chamber was large enough to accommodate dozens of people, but the silence was suffocating.
Then, the cavern erupted in a cacophony of guttural growls and hissing. Jabari''s heart hammered in his chest as he raised his Plasma Rifle, his knuckles turning white against the weapon''s sleek surface. Ume remained by his side, yellow lines glowing in her android eyes as she raised her Plasma Handgun.
Bone Fiends and Skuggrs slithered and skittered from every crevice, their forms emerging from the shadows, followed by the sound of skittering claws on stone.
"Engaging the enemy!" Jabari shouted, his voice firm despite the fear that clawed at his insides.
"Ologuns, formation!" Celine barked. The soldiers raised their Plasma Rifles in unison, unwavering in their fusion-powered exosuits.
The Bone Fiends growled, their skeletal forms gnashing and hissing as they closed in on the group. The larger Skuggrs fell in behind them, their insectoid bodies pulsating.
"Fire!" Celine ordered, and a storm of plasma bolts erupted from the Ologuns'' rifles. The Radi-Mons shrieked as they were engulfed in searing light, but more continued to pour forth from behind the stone pillars.
Jabari''s heart pounded in his chest as he unleashed a torrent of plasma fire, each shot punctuated by the hum made by its glowing verdant core as they landed on the nearest Fiends.
"Please remain still " Ume, still a bit clumsy but deadly, weaved between the Ologun marines, her Plasma Handgun spitting regular shots at the Skuggrs.
"Ume, watch out!" Jabari cried, spotting a Skuggr poised to strike at her exposed flank. He diverted and fired a series of fast shots, taking the creature down before it could harm her.
Celine''s voice rang out as she invoked her Solar psionic spells.
"Kra Nhyira!" she intoned, her Solar energy washing over the warband, mending wounds and bolstering her troops with renewed vigor. The Ologuns fought with renewed determination, boosted by an inner fire.
Slowly but surely, the Radi-Mons began to dwindle in number, their onslaught faltering.
"For the Directorate!" Jabari shouted, his voice hoarse but resolute. With each enemy felled, the cavern grew ever more still, until only the heavy breathing of their comrades filled the air.
Jabaris heart hammered in his chest as he lowered his rifle.
Celine, her face glistening with sweat, approached Ume, who held her right arm with her left as her hand gripped the handgun still.
"It never hurts to try," Celine commented, Her fingers danced with radiant light, healing energy washing over Ume''s wounds as the Anansemka incantion parted her lips. "Susu Firi Owia."
The raven-haired android winced at first but then sighed in relief. "Thank you, Madam Celine," she murmured, tilting her head slightly to the left.
"As I suspected, you''re made using bio-synthetic muscles. My Solar psionic spells seem to work on you." Celine replied with a half-smile.
Ume held still for a moment as aureate lines flickered in her almond-shaped eyes. "The Moondust Crystal, its very close!" She pointed towards a small, shadowed corridor up ahead. She sprinted towards it, her lithe frame disappearing into the darkness.
"Wait, Ume!" Celine blurted out.
"Ekwensu, Ume!" Jabari, fueled by protective instinct, raced after her, his powerful legs propelling him forward.
As they reached the end of the walkway, a shimmering blue fragment caught Jabari''s eye. It gleamed amidst the oppressive gloom, a fragmented crystal the size of his fist socketed into the cavern wall.
"There." Ume came to a halt as she pointed at the fragment.
"We need to be careful," Jabari warned, his voice low.
The air was suffused with tension as they stared at the Moondust fragment. Next to the stone, a line of glowing blue texts lay etched on the stone wall: Harald var hr .
Disregarding the vague scripture, Jabari''s heart raced as he stood before the fragment, its pulsating blue light casting a glow upon his ebony countenance. His fingers tightened around the grip of his Plasma Rifle as he glanced at Celine, her previously calm demeanor replaced by an unsettling intensity.
"Extract the fragment. Use your knife to carve it out," she ordered, her voice unnervingly focused.
Jabari hesitated for a brief moment, then nodded. He sheathed his rifle onto his back and drew the Combat Knife from his belt. The blades razor-sharp edge was lined with gold inlays, intricate patterns carved along the steel surface. The handle dark green with metallic gold accents fit perfectly in his grip.
With the knife held in one hand, he began to carve away at the stone wall, each slice bringing the crystal closer to liberation.
As the fragment fell free into Jabari''s palm, an otherworldly screech tore through the cavern, the sound so ancient and terrible it made his bones ache. The bioluminescent creep along the walls pulsed erratically.
"Hold up..." Celine''s voice was barely a whisper. "Everyone, form up! Now!"
From the darkness beyond their lights emerged a horror. A massive, ink-black form descended from the cavern''s heights, its octopus-like arms writhing like living shadows. Each appendage was longer than three men laid end to end, and its flesh seemed to drink in what little light touched it. But it was the creature''s eyes that struck true fear into Jabari''s heart - three burning orbs of amber that held malevolent intelligence.
"Shango''s Schlong..." Jabari breathed, instinctively pulling Ume behind him as the monstrosity filled the chamber. The android''s frame trembled against his back.
"Hafgrim the Ancient One," Celine''s voice carried an edge of recognition and dread. "Weapons free! Protect the fragment!"
The black Kraken''s voice crashed over them like waves of broken glass. "The Scroll of Convergence has shown me truth, little ones. Your crystal shard will serve a greater purpose - the opening of gates to Shashvat Ananda itself."
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Skuggrs poured from the shadows behind their mistress, their chitinous forms gleaming in the erratic light.
"Ologuns! On my mark!" Celine raised her hand, Solar energy crackling around her fingers. "Target the Krakens minions!"
The chamber erupted into chaos. Plasma bolts cut through the air as the Ologun marines opened fire, their volleys catching several Skuggrs mid-leap. Jabari''s own rifle joined the chorus, each shot illuminating the nightmare before them.
Ume''s Plasma Handgun sounded as she picked her targets, but Jabari could hear the tremor in her synthetic breathing. The android was pushed to her limits.
The inky-black Kraken observed the slaughter of its lesser spawn with amusement. "So easy to slay those that is not your own, isn''t it?"
Its massive form then drew up, arms spread wide as it began an incantation in J?turml. "Hugr tinn, dypt svefns!"
The spell struck Celine. She staggered, her hands flying to her temples as she screamed.
"Celine!" Jabari started forward, but Ume''s iron grip on his arm held him back.
"Something''s wrong with her bio-readings," the android''s voice was tight with alarm. "Her neural patterns are being overwritten!"
When Celine straightened, her eyes blazed with an unnatural light. Without warning, she turned her Solar powers against her own troops, chanting in Anansemka. "Anyan Kaw-naw-mu!"
The first Ologun didn''t even have time to cry out as golden fire consumed him from within.
"Dr. Kamara, please!" Another marine begged just before her magic struck him down.
Jabari watched in horror as their commander, their healer, methodically began to eliminate her own people.
Each death seemed to please the ancient horror above them, its arms writhing in dark celebration. "Most amusing. Maridians have proven easier to defeat than I presumed."
"Bo-oh-deh Ntwamudua!" A new voice thundered through the chamber, and a wall of violet energy materialized between Celine and her remaining targets.
Jabari spun to see a fellow Maridian stride from the shadows, his eyes blazing with psionic power. Despite the danger surrounding them, Jabari couldn''t help but notice the newcomer''s striking presence. Clad in an elegant emerald and gold ceremonial attire that seemed almost regal in design, the man moved with fluid grace. The garment''s ornate golden embellishments caught what little light existed in the cavern, creating an almost ethereal aura around him. Though the finery showed signs of recent battlesmall tears and scuffs marring its perfectionit did nothing to diminish the authority he commanded.
The mage''s eyes glittered with a purple energy that now dissipated, an unsettling grin twisting his features. His face was a perfect balance of sharp angles and smooth planes, with high cheekbones that accentuated his intense gaze. Glossy black hair fell in loose waves around his face, framing it like a dark halo, the neatness of his strong jawline contrasting with the wild intensity in his eyes.
The ancient Kraken''s arms ceased their swaying, amber eyes fixing on the newcomer with what might have been recognition. "The Prince of Ivory Coast!" it rasped, voice like grinding stones beneath an ocean. "Still meddling in affairs beyond your comprehension, Laurent?"
"Hunting funny-sounding artifacts for Skarn again, Hafgrim?" Laurent''s voice dripped with surprising casualness as he spoke the creature''s name. "Lazy little boy, isn''t he? Always giving you the hard jobs."
"The Scroll speaks truth, little Laurent," The Kraken drew herself up to her full, terrifying height, arms spreading like a grotesque crown. "The Crystal''s power will tear open the veil to Shashvat Ananda. The Fenris Horde will pour through. You lesser beings defenses will mean nothing."
While they spoke, Jabari noticed Celine still moving with robotic precision, her eyes vacant as she prepared another Solar spell. Three of their Ologuns lay dead or dying, their fusion-powered exosuits smoking from her attacks.
"Jabari, is it? Our new arrival," Laurent''s voice cut through, though the prince''s eyes never left Hafgrim, the gold accents on his emerald attire catching the bioluminescent light. "Remember your training? Every Kraken has a weakness - a spot the DSC''s archives speak of. Ring any bells?"
Understanding dawned. Of course - the mouth beneath the mass of arms. The soft spot that even ancient horrors couldn''t protect. But reaching it...
"Your pets learn nothing," Hafgrim''s screech held something like amusement. "The Crystal belongs to my great Primarch Skarn, as you will witness!"
But in that moment of gloating, Hafgrim had risen slightly, her arms spread wide. An opening.
Jabari didn''t think. He moved.
His muscles coiled and released like a spring. He launched himself forward into a dead sprint. Behind him, Laurent''s voice rang out with another incantation, drawing Hafgrim''s attention upward as violet energy crackled through the chamber.
Three steps. Two. One.
Time seemed to slow as Jabari dove. His Plasma Rifle came up, and he squeezed the trigger.
The weapon roared to life, unleashing a full-auto barrage of verdant bolts directly into the Kraken''s vulnerable mouth. Each plasma round that found its mark drew an unholy shriek from Hafgrim, her arms thrashing wildly as superheated plasma seared.
"Insolent worm!" Her screech of pain and rage shook loose stones from the cavern ceiling. One massive arm whipped toward him, but Jabari was already rolling away, his training taking over as he scrambled back to cover.
"Again!" Laurent commanded, and Jabari didn''t hesitate. Another burst of plasma fire forced Hafgrim further back, her massive form recoiling from the assault on her weak point.
"This means nothing," Hafgrim''s voice was thick with pain and hatred as she began to retreat into the shadows. "When the Fenris strikes again, your moon will drown in darkness."
As the Kraken withdrew, Celine stumbled, her eyes clearing as Laurent rushed to catch her before she collapsed, his golden armored pauldrons gleaming as he moved with agility despite his formal attire.
"Ayaresa!" Laurent chanted in Anansemka as his hands glowed with violet Mirage energy, working to fully break Hafgrim''s influence.
Celine''s eyes snapped open, her gaze immediately falling on her fallen soldiers. She stiffened in Laurent''s arms, her breath catching.
"It wasn''t you, madam," Jabari said firmly, keeping his golden rifle trained on the shadows where Hafgrim had vanished. "It was the Kraken."
She blinked, her gaze finally focusing on the man supporting her. Recognition flashed across her features, followed by disbelief.
"P-p-prince Laurent?" Celine''s voice was barely above a whisper. "How are you" She winced, clutching her temple. "Seydou lost contact with you weeks ago. We thought"
"That I''d met my end?" Laurent''s lips curved into a sardonic smile. His eyes flickered briefly toward the darkness. "I decided it was easier to track down this fragment on my own than to bother Chairman Kofi with the details."
"The Chairman and his Oligarchs have questions!" Celine said, attempting to straighten but faltering under the lingering effects of the mind control. "Suddenly embarking on this mission without informing your underlings...it''s not the first time you''ve done so!"
"Ah, quite right," Laurent replied as he adjusted the ornate amulet at his throat, his voice carrying more levity than Jabari had expected from someone of such regal bearing. "Maybe I should apply for business leave next time?"
Celine touched her earpiece, her expression softening slightly. "Seydou, Wilhelm - you won''t believe who we''ve found. Prince Laurent is here, alive and well."
The comm erupted instantly with overlapping exclamations.
"LAURENT?!" Seydou''s voice cracked with shock and delight. "Is this some kind of joke, Celine? Because if it is"
"It''s no joke," Celine confirmed. "He''s standing right in front of me."
"Good heavens!" Wilhelm''s normally composed tone wavered with emotion over the comm. "We''ve been searching bloody everywhere! Two weeks without a word!"
"May I?" Laurent gestured to Celine''s earpiece. She nodded, removing it and handing it to him.
"Hello, my friends," Laurent spoke into the device, his voice warm. "Yes, it''s really me. Still breathing and still causing trouble."
"The Chairman was about to declare you MIA!" Seydou exclaimed. "What happened? Where have you been?"
"A long story, best told in person," Laurent replied. "This fragment requireddiscretion. I''d hate to have Chairman Kofi demand an update on an hourly basis."
"Well, you''re not alone anymore, sir," Wilhelm declared firmly. "And you''re explaining everything once we''re back at Tumi!"
"With pleasure," Laurent handed the earpiece back to Celine with a slight bow. "And perhaps over something stronger than water rations, hmm?"
The comms fell silent for a moment before Seydou remembered protocol. "Right, rightstatus report! Do you have the fragment? Is everyone alright?"
Ume appeared at Jabari''s side, her synthetic eyes scanning the darkness. "No signs of this Hafgrim or additional Radi-Mons. But my sensors indicate the cavern''s structural integrity was compromised during the battle."
Laurent''s gaze shifted to Ume, his brow furrowing slightly as he took in her porcelain features and the yellow lines glowing in her eyes. "And what do we have here? A ZenFusion model, if I''m not mistaken."
"This is Ume," Jabari said, stepping closer to her protectively. "She''s an android, but...different. We recovered her from an Imperial facility on Earth. She''s helping us track the Crystal fragments."
Celine nodded. "U6-M9 is with us, Laurent. Her data was crucial to finding this shard."
Laurent studied Ume for a moment longer, then gave a slight nod of acknowledgment. "Interesting times indeed." His expression grew more serious as he looked back to the fallen Ologuns. "I see three who''ve fallen here. I recognize Nyathi from the Cape Coast training grounds."
"And we lost Abaan in the field," Celine added, her voice steady despite the pain in her eyes. "Nyathi, Makeba, and Khalid good soldiers all. They died for something of true importance."
Laurent nodded solemnly. "Their sacrifice will be remembered."
Celine straightened, drawing strength from Laurent''s words. She stood tall, her posture regaining its commanding presence despite the ordeal. "Hafgrim''s control was... overwhelming. But I felt you all fighting for me." She looked at Jabari with newfound respect. "Especially you, Lieutenant. Your actions were exemplary."
"I was just doing my duty, ma''am," Jabari replied, the crystal fragment still pulsing in his pocket.
A crackling sound filled the chamber as Seydou''s voice came through their comms. "Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? The interference is clearing! Celine? Jabari? Anyone?"
"We''re here, Seydou," Celine responded, her voice steady. "Mission accomplished. We have the fragment."
"You have it?" Seydou''s excited voice practically squealed through the comm. "That''s amazing! Absolutely amazing! The first Moondust Crystal fragment recovered by humans in...well, maybe ever! I''m telling Outpost Tumi now. They''ll welcome us like heroes!"
"Control yourself, Seydou," Celine admonished, though there was a hint of amusement in her tone. "We''ve lost many good soldiers who gave their lives for this mission."
A moment of silence followed.
"Of course, they will be honored," Seydou replied, his voice now solemn. "Their sacrifice won''t be forgotten."
"Indeed they won''t," Laurent agreed, placing a hand on Celine''s shoulder. "But they would also want us to recognize what we''ve achieved here. The Directorate now possesses what both the Imperium and Alliance have failed to secure."
"He''s right," Wilhelm''s voice cut in through the comm. "I''ve been monitoring communications. There''s no chatter about any other faction having a piece of this mythical crystal. We''re the first, and that''s worth celebrating."
Jabari glanced at the fragment in his pocket, then at Ume, who watched him with curious eyes. "What do you think this thing can do?" he asked quietly.
"Unknown," she replied. "But based on its resonance pattern, its potential is... significant."
"We should return to Outpost Tumi immediately," Celine said, her focus returning to the mission. "We need to secure the fragment and prepare our report to Chairman Kofi."
"And perhaps," Wilhelm''s voice suggested smoothly, "a small recognition of our accomplishment might be in order. I''ve already radioed ahead to Tumi. They''re quite eager to welcome the heroes who secured the Crystal fragment."
Laurent laughed, a surprisingly warm sound that echoed through the cavern. "Always thinking of morale, aren''t you, Wilhelm? But he''s not wrong," he added, addressing Celine. "The team deserves acknowledgment for what they''ve achieved today."
Celine hesitated, then nodded. "Agreed. We''ll honor our fallen properly, but we''ll also recognize this historic achievement." She turned to the remaining Ologuns. "Prepare to transport our brothers back to the surface. They return home with honor."
As they gathered their fallen, Jabari felt the weight of the crystal shard in his pocket. Despite the losses, they had accomplished something unprecedented. He couldn''t help but feel a surge of pride as he looked at Ume, who offered him a small smile in return.
"You did well," Laurent said, falling into step beside him as they made their way back through the cavern. "Your instincts against Hafgrim were impressive. The Kimaris Warband chose wisely when they selected you."
"Thank you, sir," Jabari replied, straightening slightly at the praise. "Though I''m still learning."
"Aren''t we all?" Laurent''s eyes twinkled with mischief. "Even after decades of fighting these abominations, they still find ways to surprise me."
As they emerged from the cavern into the eternal night of Osram''s wilderness, the Isazi dropship hovered above, its familiar silhouette a welcome sight. For the first time since landing on the lunar surface, Jabari felt something beyond duty or fear. The Moondust Crystal fragment pulsed quietly in his pocket.
Whatever Hafgrim''s "scroll" had referred to, whatever gate she had planned to openthey had denied her this piece of the puzzle. For now, at least, that was enough.
Ch39 Dilinur VII: Flesh Pot
15:00, February 24, 2295
Azure Mount Logistics Hub, extension of Songnei Starport, No.31, Bishan Rd, Neihu District, Taipei, Taiwan, Imperium territory
"Pour it down! And dont get eaten!" one of the Peons shouted, piloting a cart laden with a sickly green slurry that shimmered ominously.
Amid the cacophony of the bustling military preparation, several other Peons clad in their rugged, gray hazard suits heaved and grunted as they dragged the prone form of Flesh Pot out into the open. Despite being unconscious, the mutated behemoth still towered nearly four meters tall. Resembling a hybrid of mole rat and bald man, its monstrous jaw hung agape, revealing rows of idle jagged teeth, dripping with thick strands of saliva.
Dilinur eyed the substance warily. Helionite, the byproduct of the fusion process in modern fusion power plants. A sustenance that all Radi-Mons crave, even the one that the Imperium had nurtured. She pursed her lips, watching as the one Peon maneuvered the cart above Flesh Pots open maw, pouring the viscous liquid down his throat. The grotesque Radi-Mon shuddered as a low hum came from its maw.
"Well? Is it enough?" she asked, her words betraying her unease.
Suddenly, Flesh Pot''s rat-like eyes snapped open, a feral gleam igniting within them. He roared and thrashed. The soldiers behind Dilinur and Prince Joon-Seok, who had been stoic and unmoving, now erupted into panic as the beast rampaged.
Flesh Pot''s hulking, hairless body writhed, each muscle pulsating beneath its mottled, reddish-brown skin. Bony protrusions crowned his head, giving him an appearance that sent shivers down Dilinur''s spine.
"Peons! Get back!" she commanded, her voice barely audible above the chaos. But it was too late for one unfortunate Peon; Flesh Pot lunged forward, seizing him in his powerful, gnarled hands and devouring him whole.
"Natural selection," Joon-Seok muttered with a smile, his eyes filled not with horror, but with amusement.
"?amaya Manasa?!" With determination, Dilinur pointed her fingers at Flesh Pot, shouting the incantation.
As the words left her lips, shimmering waves of violet energy radiated from her hands, cascading toward the monstrous Flesh Pot. For a moment, the beast seemed to pause, its eyes narrowing in confusion. But then it shook its head with a guttural snarl and resumed its rampage.
"Dragons dong!" Dilinur cursed under her breath, her heart pounding in her chest.
Reaching down to her belt, she drew a silver fan. The artifact was a work of exquisite artistry, its silver filigree weaving intricate patterns across each delicate slat. A crimson jewel gleamed at its center, pulsating with latent power.
"Tarim Aytn! Amplify my Aether!" Unfolding the fan with a flourish, Dilinur felt the psionic energy contained within surge through her.
With newfound confidence, she channeled her power into the fan and released the same spell. "?amaya Manasa?!"
Flesh Pot''s wild thrashing ceased, his hulking form now swaying gently as if in a trance.
"Thats more like it," Dilinur breathed, relief washing over her. The soldiers around her erupted into cheers, their previous fear replaced by awe and admiration.
"Flesh Pot, Executioner of the Imperium. I am Dilinur Altai, your Prefect," Dilinur ordered, her voice firm. "Heed my call. Aid in our siege operations as we breach the Nirboh Vault on Osram to claim the Moondust Crystal."
Flesh Pot, now pacified, lowered himself to sit on the ground, his deep voice echoing through the space as his jaw opened to speak the words. "I am yours to command, Prefect Dilinur."
Prince Joon-Seok nodded approvingly at her side, a smile of genuine admiration gracing his features. "Well done," he praised as Dilinur carefully folded her silver fan and returned it to her belt. "A proper use of your Psi Fan."
"Thank you, Your Highness," Dilinur murmured, her eyes flicking briefly to Joon-Seok before returning to the subdued Flesh Pot. A mixture of relief and unease churned within her as she watched the monstrous creature lumber obediently to the side of their army.
Slowly, Seneschal Cheng Wei approached her, his gleaming red armor reflecting the tropical sun''s harsh light. In his hand, he held a Holo Scroll, which he presented to her with a formal bow. "Prefect Altai, Governor Qin has reviewed and updated this scroll with new information relevant to your mission."
Dilinur accepted the scroll with a curt nod, unfurling it to reveal a glowing roster of their Imperium troops. She scanned the names and profiles while Joon-Seok engaged in hushed conversation with Cheng, the weight of their mission settling heavily on her shoulders.
Her gaze drifted over the assembled line of Amber-Eyes, a force of archers whose ebony-colored two-handed Kinetic Crossbows gleamed. The men and women stood with a quiet, disciplined intensity.Their armor was a work of art, black steel layered with crimson accents that curved around their bodies. Across their backs, a quiver of black-fletched arrows sat neatly arranged, the tips glowing faintly with the energy of Zephyrium the modern world''s prized resource of cold fusion energy, also utilized by the Imperium for creating arrows and bolts.
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The men, like Seneschal Cheng, wore their hair tied back in high warriors knots. The women, no less fierce, stood beside them. Raven-black hair spilled down their armored shoulders, secured with red ribbons that matched the intricate detailing of their uniforms. While the other factions wielded firearms and plasma rifles, the Imperiums ranged troopers had mastered the use of Kinetic Crossbow, their Zephyrium-infused arrows striking with a force far greater than modern bullets. To the Imperium, guns were for the impatient, the reckless, while their crossbows demanded skill, patience, and mastery of the battlefield.
She then lingered on the list of Bloodtroopers and Peons, most of whom were ex-criminals who had undergone "re-socialization" programs that wiped their memories or implanted them with false ones.
"My fellow Blood Mage. Which one would you pick, should you ever need a blood sacrifice for your spells?" she quipped, her eyes tracing the contours of Joon-Seoks angular face.
Joon-Seok chuckled, a glint of approval in his eyes. "Whoever smells bad or annoys me."
"Roach and I so hate to ruin the mood, fellow Serpents. But are we ready to depart?" Kaori Ouyangs haughty voice cut through the voice comm in her ear.
"In a minute, Kaori. I expect the Prince will want to deliver a proper speech first," Dilinur pressed a finger into her left ear, her gaze shifting to the towering silhouette of the Draconic Engine looming in the distance.
The siege tank sat like a beast at rest, a monument of brutal design and Imperium engineering. Its crimson armor gleamed under the harsh tropical sun, the metal plating adorned with filigrees of gold and silver.
A massive, rotating turret crowned the tank''s frame, housing the primary cannon, its barrel thick and coiled with spirals of reinforced steel that seemed to vibrate with latent destructive energy. Golden spikes protruded from the turrets edges like a crown. Gleaming red treads, thick and reinforced with Zephyrium alloys, crunched beneath the weight of the tank. The exhaust ports were shaped like the jaws of a dragon, releasing heat in slow, rhythmic pulses, as though the tank itself was breathing. Unlikely as it seemed to most, Dinu knew that Kaori''s skill in handling such a monstrosity was unmatched.
But she did wonder why Iron Roach was also arranged to be in the vehicle. Unlike old world siege weapons, the Draconic Engine could be operated by one person. Perhaps the higher-ups deemed it necessary to separate an underground brute like him from the main troops.
As the sun cast its golden rays across the assembly of Imperium troops, Prince Joon-Seok strode confidently up onto the elevated platform. Dilinur watched as he raised his hand for silence, the murmurs of the gathered soldiers fading into a respectful hush.
"Sons and daughters of the Celestial Dragon," Joon-Seok began, his resolute voice eliciting ferver. "Today we embark on a mission to secure the Moondust Crystal, a million-year-old artifact of immense power that will allow us to dominate the Radi-Mons and secure our Imperiums rightful place in the cosmos."
"I heard the Prince was always good at motivational speeches," Cheng commented as he stood next to Dilinur.
"Evidently so," Dinu commented, a half-smile on her face.
"For centuries past, foreign forces have attempted to weaken our authority and undermine us as a people. Since the fall of the great Qing dynasty, weve been branded as villains. The Allied Powers in medieval times, the United States in the Digital Age, and the Terra Alliance across the Pacific Ocean these are but a few examples of western outsiders attempting to interfere with our affairs and diminish our self-worth," The prince continued, his fierce gaze sweeping over his audience. "But we have endured, our pride unsullied. Like our ancestors before us, we will triumph over any who dare to challenge our strength."
The platform bustled with activity as Peons carefully placed Zephyrium crystals on a plate, the minerals shimmering facets casting reflections on the surrounding ebony scaffoldings. Two Conjurers stepped forward, their black crimson robes billowing behind them as they began to weave an intricate spell. Dilinur recognized the incantation C it was the creation of an Arcstar Portal, the Imperium''s means of transporting vast numbers of troops across planets and moons.
The golden vortex of the Arcstar Portal pulsed with an almost hypnotic rhythm. The Conjurers, their black robes fluttering in the wind, stepped aside to stand on either side of the portal, framing it like dark guardians. Dilinur''s heart raced with trepidation as she watched them.
As Joon-Seok''s speech neared its end, the portal roared to life behind him, a golden, epic vortex framed by its dark ebony steel supports. "Today, we walk on the soil of Osram and secure this artifact. For only we the Imperials understand the weight of its power!" The prince declared, his voice thundering over the sound of the portal. "Together, we shall bring glory to our Imperium and vanquish those who dare to stand against us!"
The soldiers erupted in cheers, their enthusiasm palpable as they prepared to embark on their quest.
"Record all unusual happenings in the city while Im away," Dilinur''s gaze lingered on Cheng for a moment before turning to the swirling golden vortex before them. "Consult Shazmeen if you have doubts. Inform me whenever Governor Qin demands anything."
"With pleasure," Cheng whispered to her, his eyes burning with determination, "Good hunting, Prefect."
"Our objective is to take over and unlock the Vault of Primal Urges beneath Mare Imbrium on Osram," Joon-Seok''s tenor voice boomed, commanding the attention of all present. "March with me! For the Emperor!"
With one final declaration, he strode confidently towards the portal, his cape billowing behind him. Dilinur felt a surge of adrenaline as the legion of soldiers followed in his wake, their fervor and determination palpable, their boots thundering on the ground as they said in unison. "For the Emperor!"
Joon-Seok disappeared into the pulsating portal as the cheers of his troops echoed through the air.
As Dilinur prepared to step through the Arcstar Portal, she took one last glance at the sunny noon sky behind her.
"Wait for my triumph, Taipei," she murmured, her dark brown irises shimmering with determination. Turning towards the portal, she steeled herself for the unknown and stepped forward.
The scenery of Earth vanished in an instant, replaced by the gray and vast expanse of Osram. The desolate lunar landscape stretched out before her.
Ch40 Xin XI: Through Broken Glass
Osram Time: 04:14, February 24, 2295
10,213 miles above Mare Imbrium, Near Side, Osram
The StarWhale shuttle cut through the darkness of space, leaving a faint trail of blue light in its wake. Diego expertly maneuvered the craft towards their destination while Xin and Lorna sat nearby.
"Carajo," Diego muttered as he adjusted the controls, his eyes fixed on the radar display. "These Sky Shredders are getting bolder. Back in Mexico, we had similar problems with deep-sea creatures mutating near the coastal reactors. The fishermen learned to spot their patterns before they struck."
Xin leaned forward, intrigued. "And you''re applying those same techniques here?"
"Exactamente. Mutated marlins, space-faring monsters, you name it. Predators follow similar hunting patterns." Diego''s fingers danced across the controls. "My abuelo taught me that before he lost his fishing boat to the Radi-Mons. Now I hunt different kinds of beasts."
Xin''s gaze was drawn to the viewport where more mutated creatures resembling eyeless bats swarmed. Some made futile attempts to scratch or bump against the shuttle, causing vibrations to reverberate throughout the cabin.
"I heard the Radi-Mons on Osram are fiercer than the ones back on Earth," Xin said with a shiver before he donned his new beige-colored ballistic weave puffer jacket and navy blue pants, courtesy of SIMU.
"Some are. Sky Shredders are minor nuisances, though. They growl more than they bite," Lorna slipped into her beige trench coat as she hooked a small, silver device onto her left ear. The oval-shaped gadget hummed to life with a resonant vibration. A faint blue light pulsed from its core, casting a soft glow against her golden hair as she whispered to it. "Lunae Arcanum Custos."
"Some sort of amplifier?" Xin lifted an eyebrow. The hum of the device was barely audible over the shuttles engine.
"Its a Psi Shield Device. Youll see how it works soon enough," Lorna replied with a cryptic grin.
Through a transparent glass panel on the floor, Xin spotted a snow-white rover attached to the belly of the shuttle, held securely by thick cables. He looked back up, at Lornas snowy countenance.
"Your scar is gone," He remarked.
Lorna smiled warmly. "Had a good night''s sleep. Must have done the trick."
Soft, indirect lighting illuminated the curved walls while accentuating her form-fitting navy-blue turtleneck suit, while the silver Pendant of Mnagrt resting on her collar shimmered under the soft glow just as she zipped up.
"rale, we''re nearing our destination." In the cockpit, Diego spoke in an even tone. "Osram was terraformed over two centuries ago, gracias a Dios, so the air should be similar to Earth''s. Mind the low gravity though."
"Understood," Xin replied, his fingers tightening around the grip of his 10mm Magnum. He raised his left hand, the Quantum Watch on his wrist pulsing green as he spoke to it. "Wake up, Pawan."
A melodic chirp echoed through the cabin, and Pawan, his Omni-drone companion, activated and emerged from his puffer jackets pocket, floating up to shoulder height beside him.
He took a deep breath, stealing a glance at Lorna. Her fingers deftly tied her blonde hair into a half-up ponytail before reaching for a small bottle of lavender perfume. She spritzed some behind each ear and dabbed a little on her wrists, rubbing them together.
"What? Never seen a girl wear perfume before?" Lorna teased as she caught his eyes, snapping him from his reverie.
"I might have," Xin admitted with a slight blush creeping up his cheeks. "But not before a mission like this."
Lorna locked her intense blue gaze on his. "Close your eyes," she said, and he obeyed without question.
And then, the scent of her perfume enveloped him as he felt her warm hands on the back of his ears.
When Xin opened his eyes, he found Lorna with an oddly clinical expression, her palm coated in the perfume as she rubbed it onto his ears.
A deep crimson flushed under his olive complexion. "Uh, feels strange for a guy to wear perfume?"
"Masks your scent," Lorna explained matter-of-factly. "Radi-Mons have advanced olfactory systems. They track by smell when sight fails. Different odor patterns confuse them."
Xin pulled back slightly, embarrassed that he''d momentarily misread the situation. Of course this was tacticalhe was still new to field operations. "That makes sense."
"Don''t worry about it," she replied, her expression softening into something more professional than friendly. "In time, you''ll get used to field protocols, and understand your teammates'' tactics."
He nodded, mentally chiding himself for the brief fantasy that had flashed through his mind. The mission. Focus on the mission.
As the moon''s surface came closer outside the window, Lorna reached into her coat''s pocket and produced another Psi Shield Device. The small, transparent package that held it revealed the device nestled within a sleek, silver oval, similar in shape to the one Lorna wore, but its core was a soft emerald green. The package crinkled softly as she tore it open, the material gleaming for a moment before dissipating on its own.
"Standard issue," she said, all business now. "Green was the only color left in inventory." She held the unpacked Psi Shield Device and affixed its hook to Xin''s left ear with mechanical efficiency, her touch impersonal as she recited, "Lunae Arcanum Custos."
The moment the device clicked into place, it came to life with a jarring vibration that reverberated through Xin. The sensation wasn''t painful, but deeply unsettlinglike someone opening a door in his mind that should have remained closed. He winced as he felt a foreign presence brush against his consciousness, a subtle mental link forming between him and Lorna.
"You okay?" Lorna asked, noticing his discomfort.
"It''s... strange," Xin managed, resisting the urge to tear the device from his ear. "Like you''re in my head."
"That''s normal," Lorna explained, her tone clinical. "The devices establish a low-level psionic connection for coordination purposes. You''ll get used to it."
"I''d rather not," Xin muttered under his breath.
"I''ll use my Aether to maintain both our Psi Shields," she continued, ignoring his discomfort. "If you need to interface with them for any reason C the password is ''s-c-h-w-z-K-U-K-21''."
"Okay. I''ve memo-ed it down," Xin typed onto his Quantum Watch, trying to focus on the technical aspects rather than the uncomfortable intrusion in his mind. Then, he furrowed his brow as worry gnawed. "But it''ll burden you, won''t it? The extra Aether upkeep?"
"That''s my job," Lorna stated flatly. "Your job is to learn and become an effective part of the team."
Xin nodded stiffly, uncertain how to navigate this new dynamic. The mental connection felt too intimate, too invasive, yet apparently standard procedure. He''d have to adapt, regardless of his reservations.
The StarWhale touched down on the desolate gray surface of Osram. As the side door slid open with a pneumatic hiss, Xin strode forward, his eyes widening at the vast lunar expanse below.
"Quite the drop from here!" he remarked, noting the dizzying height between the shuttle floor and the moon''s surface.
"Falling on Osram wouldn''t hurt much," Lorna interrupted, her expression unreadable. She positioned herself behind him, her presence suddenly making him tense. " if at all."
Before Xin could process her meaning, he felt a sharp, forceful push of her boot at the center of his back. There was no playfulness in itjust cold efficiency as she shoved him out of the shuttle.
"What!" he tumbled into empty space, arms flailing. Panic seized his chest as the ground rushed toward him. Was this some kind of test? Or worse, had he misread something about their connection?
The Psi Shield hummed against his ear, a reminder of the tenuous connection between them.
His landing was gentler than expected, but the force remained. He scrambled to his feet, whirling to face Lorna as she landed gracefully several meters away.
"A little warning next time?" he snapped, unable to keep the hurt from his voice. "Or is pushing teammates part of standard Alliance protocol?"
"You hesitated," she replied coolly. "In the field, hesitation kills. Better to learn that now than when Radi-Mons are swarming."
The logical part of Xin''s brain understood the lessontrust needed to be earned, not assumed, especially when one''s life was on the line.
"Well, this is still fun, isn''t it?" he muttered sarcastically, his pulse still racing.
But the levity of the moment was abruptly shattered when a sharp, animalistic howl pierced through the thin, crisp air of Osram. Xins head snapped toward the sound.
"Good old Bone Fiends," Lorna murmured as she landed, her tone darkening as her body shifted. Her hand moved to her side, drawing the Psytum Sword. The quantum blue blade sprang to life with a soft hum, glowing ominously as it extended to its full length.
Xin landed awkwardly on the powdery surface of the Moon, his boots kicking up clouds of fine moon dust that swirled. He turned toward the horizon, where fiendish creatures began to unburrow from the regolith.
Lorna moved first, her trench coat flaring out as she sprinted toward the creatures, her Psytum Sword gleaming in her grip. She spoke over her shoulder, her voice calm but urgent. "Alright! You know what to do."
"I do!" Xin tightened his grip on the handle of his 10mm Magnum as he drew it, the weight of the green pistol grounding him in the chaos.
"Come on, doggy," Lorna said in a husky voice as she ducked beneath the claws of a Bone Fiend, her Psytum Sword cutting through the air with a hiss. The quantum blade sliced cleanly through the creatures neck, its head drifting in the air as blue energy crackled along the wound.
Moon dust formed beneath Xin like a gray storm as he leapt, the low gravity of Osram lending him agility.
The first Bone Fiend lunged at him, its glowing eyes locking onto his. Xin squeezed the trigger, the kick of the Magnum sending a jolt up his arm as the bullet tore through the creatures skull, splattering dark ichor into the air.
A few more Bone Fiends unburrowed from the lunar surface, their numbers swelling. Lornas Psytum Sword moved in fluid arcs, cutting down anything that came within range.
She twirled as she eyed a Skuggr beneath them. "Passus Transitus!"
Xins AI-assisted 10mm Magnum hummed as it locked onto its targets. While each calculation took time and made his attacks slower, every shot was more exact than what average humans were capable of. Bone Fiends dropped, their grotesque forms twitching and spasming midair.
"Was it you or your AI targeting?" Lorna called out, her voice sharp with criticism rather than admiration. She soared through the air at a distance from him, clearly avoiding his combat zone.
"A bit of both," Xin replied, momentarily distracted by her question. "See, I''ve calibrated it to"
"Focus on the fight, not the tech specs!" she cut him off, redirecting her attention to three Bone Fiends approaching from her flank.
"You''re right!" Xin bristled at her tone but swallowed his retort. A Skuggr took aim at him, its twisted visage contorting with malevolent intent as it fired a stream of acidic bile. The energy field generated by his Psi Shield Device crackled to life, neutralizing the deadly projectile into green mistbut the shield flickered momentarily, the connection with Lorna''s Aether wavering.
"Shield''s unstable," Lorna shouted. "You''re too far from my range! Stay within twenty meters!"
"Understood!" Xin responded, adjusting his position with frustration. He raised his 10mm and retaliated by firing five shots at the mutated cockroach''s hyena-like head, but three missed, his concentration broken by the tension between them.
"Buddha''s balls," he hissed.
"This isn''t a simulation, Xin!" Lorna''s voice held no patience as she dispatched another Bone Fiend with brutal efficiency.
Around them, nearly a dozen more Bone Fiends unburrowed, surrounding them in a tightening circle. Their sunken, glowing eyes locked onto Xin and Lorna, brimming with predatory hunger.
"Stop waiting for AI calculations and just shoot!" Lorna shouted, her eyes fixed on a cluster of Radi-Mons advancing towards them.
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Frustration surged through himhe wished she''d understand his methods, his strengths more. But as a Bone Fiend lunged at Lorna''s back while she focused on the ones before her, Xin saw the opening. Without allowing the AI targeting to complete, he fired instinctively.
The bullet struck true, dropping the creature mid-leap.
Lorna spun around, eyes widening briefly before narrowing with grudging approval. "Not bad."
Nodding, Xin tapped his Quantum Watch as Pawan floated to his side. The drone''s spider-like appendages extended, its glowing green dome scanning the battlefield.
"Got an idea," Xin said, his voice steadier now. "Pawan can amplify your Aether output temporarily. Might strengthen your attacks."
"It''d destabilize our shields and make you vulnerable."
"Briefly, yeah. But the monsters would be no more."
Lorna hesitated, clearly wary. "And if it fails?"
"Then we''re no worse off than now," Xin replied. "Trust mejust this once."
After a moment''s consideration, she gave a curt nod. "Do it."
"Pawan," Xin murmured, directing the drone toward Lorna. "Psionic feed, ZenFusion type seven."
The drone chirped in acknowledgment, positioning itself between them as a relay node. A subtle green light pulsed from its core, connecting to both their Psi Shield Devices. Immediately, Xin felt the mental link strengthen, the uncomfortable sensation now replaced with a stable connection.
Lorna''s eyes blinked. "That''s...better," she admitted, turning to face the remaining Radi-Mons. With newfound coordination, she unleashed her spell, the air crackling with energy. "Fulmen Argentum!"
The blue lightning struck with unprecedented precision, bouncing between multiple targets and decimating the Bone Fiends before they could lunge. This time, none escaped the devastating chain of energy.
For a brief moment, their eyes met across the battlefieldnot quite friendship, but a flicker of respect. A beginning, Xin liked to think.
In the next moment, the ground rumbled as Alliance forces entered the battlefield, their presence announced by the whirring of white-blue fusion-powered exosuits. Xin''s eyes caught sight of towering figures moving with precision and intent.
"Vanguard marines," Lorna said, her voice carrying over the chaos. "Brain isnt their strong suit. But theyre good people."
The Vanguards were a sight to behold figures clad in sleek white armor that shimmered under Osram''s pale light. Their Gauss Rifless barrels glowed faintly as they discharged round after round of high-velocity shots, each a burst of blue energy, slicing through the few Fiends that came forward with precision.
As more Radi-Mons closed in, the ground trembled beneath the hulking forms of another type of infantry storming into the scene. These juggernauts, clad in gleaming white power armor, towered over the rest of the units. Their faces were obscured by the gas masks they wore, tubes on each side of their head. Each step made by their bulky forms thudded heavily against Osram''s regolith surface.
Xin could feel the heat radiating from their weapons, the massive nozzles of the flamethrowers in their gauntleted hands spitting streams of scorching fire into the advancing hordes.
Lornas voice cut through the din. "Ironbears. Tough, plates on plates, with flamethrowers for close-quarters." She gave Xin a glance. "Many were criminals before resocialization. Get behind them whenever you need someone to soak the damage."
"Die, Radi-Mon fuckface!" One Ironbear turned, raising his massive arm, and unleashed a torrent of flames upon a group of advancing Bone Fiends. The creatures shrieked and writhed as their bodies ignited, their forms crumbling into charred husks within seconds.
Sensing their defeat, what little remained of the Radi-Mons retreated, disappearing into the horizon.
Xin''s gaze shifted towards the massive vault door that was carved into one side of the hill. The hill itself was gargantuan, and so was the door. As he studied it through his black-rimmed glasses, a green text estimated height: 10 meters appeared on the surface. The circular stone structure was covered in ancient hieroglyphs near its center.
As they stepped on the lunar surface, Lorna deactivated her sword and strode towards the group of soldiers, her face glistening with perspiration, her hair tousled from the fight.
"Glad to see you in one piece!" From among the Vanguards emerged Thomas Mendoza, his bionic arms reflecting the distant sunlight as he stepped forward, a folded Gauss Rifle fastened on his back. "Mannys away with the junior Psi Lynxes from the Armed Forces, scouting the other vault doors."
"The other doors? Why?" Lorna demanded as she approached him, her voice husky from exertion.
"Its that data Xin gave us. This is just one entrance leading into that Vault of prime something, right?" Thomas replied, pointing towards a towering hexagonal door etched into the side of a nearby hill. "Director Otis said there''re several more like it on the Near Side. Might need them if this one doesnt work out."
Xin eyed the imposing structure. "Have you seen the glyphs on the door? Ones that match the datas description?"
"Yep," Thomas replied. "I understand you have the sequence we need to unlock it."
"It''s on my watch. Shouldnt take long," Xin said, raising his left arm to reveal a Quantum Watch on his wrist.
"Alright, let''s get it done." Lorna nodded as she put the hilt of her sword into her coat.
They embarked towards the vault door, Thomas leanding their fellow Alliance forces: Vanguards clad in sleek white armor, Ironbears with their hulking frames and powerful flamethrowers.
"If you can watch my back," Xin murmured, his gaze flicking between Lorna and the others as he kept his Quantum Watch engaged. "I can decipher the vault door in a few minutes "
"Aguas!" Diego''s Novian voice crackled through the comm system, urgency lacing his tone. "Imperium troops have landed in Mare Imbrium. They''ve brought a significant force."
"How many are we talking here, Diego?" Lorna turned towards the StarWhale shuttle parked in the distance, her expression filled with concern as she pressed a finger into her right ear.
"Based on satellite images? Madre santsima enough to flatten a small town on the moon," Diego''s voice struggled to remain composed. "Director Otis has been notified. We''re contacting the Pentagon. Hold the ground until further notice."
The sun hung low on the Moon''s horizon, slivers of light casting stark shadows across the barren lunar landscape. Xin stood with the Alliance soldiers, his gaze locked on the approaching Imperium forces, their crimson armor glistening like blood in the dim light.
"Emmanuel, yeme bien abort your scouting mission and return to Descent Point Charlie immediately," Diego''s voice chimed in on the comm once again.
"Roger that. On our way," Emmanuels reply came.
Xin watched the enemy emerge from the dust and debris, an unstoppable tide of red-clad Bloodtroopers marching in perfect formation. As the enemies charged forward, Xin felt a surge of adrenaline course through his veins, steeling himself for the inevitable clash.
"Stand firm!" Thomas barked out orders, his authoritative voice cutting through the chaos. "Ironbears, meet them head-on! Vanguards, provide cover fire!"
With a roar, the Ironbears surged forward, their white, bulky frames a striking contrast to the advancing Bloodtroopers. Flamethrowers roared to life, spewing forth torrents of fire that lit up the battlefield. Behind them, Vanguard marines raised their Gauss Rifles, unleashing a hail of bullets into the fray.
The two sides collided with a resounding crash. Thermal Battleaxes met the Ironbears'' flamethrowers in brutal combat, each side driven by fierce determination.
"Ill have Pawan provide healing when needed," Xin muttered under his breath, keenly aware of Lornas presence at his side. "We''ll get through this."
Her response was a curt nod, her eyes never leaving the enemy. The scent of lavender clung to Xin''s nostrils, a reminder of what he was really fighting to guard.
As the clash between the Ironbears and Bloodtroopers raged on, Xin allowed himself a fleeting glance towards the StarWhale shuttle and the Space Rover attached to its belly, the vehicles forms almost lost amidst the swirling dust and debris.
"Xin, watch out!" Lorna''s desperate cry cut through the din, jolting him back to reality just in time to see a warhead hurtling towards somewhere miles behind them. He barely had time to register its lethal approach before it exploded in a hellish burst of light and heat. Blood and body parts rained down upon them as several of the Vanguards standing near the vault door were decimated by the blast.
"Buddhas balls!" he choked out, his throat tight with horror. The world around him seemed to slow, each horrific detail etched into his mind. As the smoldering remains of the marines littered the ground and drifted in the low gravity, he turned to see kinetic arrows landing on the struggling Ironbears who fought valiantly to hold their ground.
"Ironbears, hold the line!" Thomas''s voice boomed through the comm, a beacon of authority amidst the chaos. "Vanguards, split off and engage the Amber-Eyes!"
Lorna leaped into action, her angelic form slicing through the air with impressive agility, her Psytum Sword flashing as she struck down enemy after enemy. Xin marveled at her ferocity despite the mounting casualties on their side.
"Okay, stay focused," he whispered to himself, gritting his teeth. As arrows whistled towards him, his Psi Shield Device flared to life, effortlessly deflecting each deadly projectile and turning them to dust before they had a chance to do any damage.
"Die, Imperial scumbags!" Lorna shouted, her voice laced with equal parts determination and wrath.
"Pawan, shadow Lorna!" Xin called out, drawing his 10mm Magnum to fire arcing bullets soaring towards the enemy archers. The metallic tang of blood and the acrid scent of scorched earth filled his nostrils.
Then, from the swirling smoke of combat, an approaching figure materialized tall, deliberate, and unhurried.
Xins pulse quickened as the figure came closer. His long crimson coat, embroidered with ornate golden designs, seemed untouched by the grime and chaos surrounding him. The dark folds of the fabric swept around his legs with each step. Sharp, angular features came into focus next, with eyes that gleamed like steel. His raven-black hair, swept back in a polished yet effortless style, framed his pale, smooth complexion. There was something about his cold poise that made Xins stomach twist.
And then it hit him. Joon-Seok Pak.
The name sent a jolt through Xins veins, a recognition igniting a storm of emotions. He had never seen Joon-Seok in person, but most native Imperials knew the name. A man of opulence, his family the driving force behind the unification of the two Koreas in the Digital Age and the purge of many rebellions across Imperium territories. Seeing him now was like tearing the scab off an old scar.
"Who the hell is that?" Lorna asked, her voice low and sharp as she shifted her stance.
"Prince Joon-Seok," Xin muttered, his voice laced with bitterness. "A living symbol of privilege."
Lornas lips parted, and her eyes narrowed. "Hes skilled," she murmured as her boots touched the ground. "I can tell from his posture."
Joon-Seok stopped just a few paces away from them, his eyes flicking between Lorna and Xin, though his gaze lingered longer on Lorna. He gave a slight, almost mocking nod of acknowledgment, then casually ignited his Psytum Sword. The blood-red energy blade sprang to life with a low hiss, glowing like molten metal. He easily decapitated an Ironbear that tried to block his path with a graceful twirl, the soldier''s white helm drifting away alongside his lifeless body.
"And so the famed Lorna Weiss has graced the bleak soil of Osram," Joon-Seok tilted his head in amusement as he kept his gaze with Lorna. "I''ve ordered my men to refrain from attacking you. Let us negotiate."
"Dont think we have anything to talk about," Lorna retorted. Her grip on her Psytum Sword tightened, the energy blade vibrating as if sensing the threat.
"Were both here for the Moondust Crystal. If you command your troops to stand down, I''ll spare your life as you retreat," Joon-Seok continued, undeterred. "Though I am surprised to see you wearing a Psi Shield Device. Swordsmen of our stature should not need such trivial tools."
"That''s none of your concern, scum," Xin interjected, stepping forward to stand beside Lorna.
"If I wanted to address you, worm, you would know," Joon-Seok replied with a haughty expression before narrowing his eyes. "Have we met before?"
"Wu Zhi-Xin. Does that name mean anything to you?" Xin spat out as he trained his 10mm Magnum on the man. He did not care if Joon-Seok could slash him down in the next instant. A message needed to be sent.
"The engineer who brought the Crystals data to the Alliance," Joon-Seok''s sword remained ignited as he grinned at Xin.
"Lorna, let me handle him," Xin growled, stepping forward, his anger boiling over.
"No, Xin," Lornas voice cut through his rising fury, sharp and firm. "This fight is mine."
"Touching," In an instant, Joon-Seoks amused smirk twisted into something darker, and without warning, he lunged forward.
The fight between Lorna and Joon-Seok began in a blur of motion, their Psytum Swords clashing violently, sparks flying with each collision. At first, they seemed evenly matched, both moving with speed and precision, the two fighters locked in a dance of azure and crimson psionic energies.
Blades streaked through the air, and the ground trembled with each of their impacts. Xin could barely register who was attacking and who was defending. He saw Lorna pivot, blocking a vicious slash, her footwork seemingly impeccable, her Psi Shield glowing faintly from the strain.
But slowly, Joon-Seok began to gain the upper hand. His strikes came with increasing ferocity, his crimson blade singing through the air with a brutal elegance. Lorna''s movements were becoming more reactive, her defense tightening as Joon-Seok pressed forward with more aggression.
"Go help the others, Xin!" Lorna''s voice echoed, her eyes never leaving Joon-Seoks form. "Ill take care of him."
In one fluid motion, Joon-Seok lunged, his Psytum Sword arcing through the air like a crimson streak of lightning. Lorna met him head-on, her blade clashing with his in a burst of sparks, the force of their impact sending a shockwave through the ground.
But despite his respect for Lorna, Xin could not obey this order of hers. He knew what he had to do.
"Go, Pawan!" Xin commanded, his voice firm despite the fear that clawed at his throat. The small Omni-drone sprung to life at his command, its reflective green and black alloy chassis gleaming as it darted towards Joon-Seok, its spider-like appendages extending in a challenge.
"Honorless vermin!" Joon-Seok snarled, momentarily distracted by the drone''s sudden charge. In that instant, Lorna deftly sidestepped his attack, her sword slicing through the air as Pawan now hovered by her side, a stream of green light emitting from the drones dome gently enveloping her, boosting her strength.
Suddenly, another pulse of crimson energy, more resplendent but less focused, burst through the air, missing Xin by inches and crashing into the ground with a thunderous explosion. The impact sent dust and debris flying, separating Xin and Lorna, forcing them apart.
"Look out!" Xin shouted. He raised his arm as the falling debris was scattered to dust by his Psi Shield, the wind from the explosion whipping against his jacket.
From the settling dust emerged a figure, her raven-black hair swaying in the aftermath of her assault. Dilinur Altais silver Psi Fan shimmered, its intricate carvings catching the glow of her psionic energy.
"You remain human, Lorna Weiss. I am most disappointed." the Unblooded Prefect spoke. Her eyes glinted with amusement as she took a step forward, her presence commanding.
"Yeah, that''s right! Because Alliance doctors are better at curing viruses than harvesting organs." Lorna taunted from her position.
"Very funny." Dilinurs voice was sharp. The fan in her hand twirled, glowing with crimson psionic energy. "Step aside, Xin, or be squashed like the insect you are."
"Die, Imperial!" Lorna darted forward. Her Psytum Sword clashed with Joon-Seoks in a brilliant shower of sparks. The force of their collision echoed through the battlefield.
"Im sorry, Dinu. I wish there was another way," he whispered hoarsely as he stood firmly. Aiming his 10mm Magnum at Dilinur''s heart, he fired three shots in quick succession.
But before the AI-assisted calculations could even finish, Dilinur had already raised her Psi Fan to protect her chest. The bullets fired shattered against the silvery surface, disintegrating into dust like glass against stone.
"Did you think that engineer''s toy could scratch me?" Dilinur sneered as she twirled her fan once more, pointing it directly at Xin.
Amidst the chaos, Xin eyed Pawan, the drone''s metallic frame humming with an eerie resonance as it hovered beside Lorna, flickering dome indicating low power reserve. Their odds of survival dwindled with each passing moment.
At that moment, a warning buzzed through Xin''s ear C his Psi Shield Device was faltering. The device had been protecting him from harm, but now, with Lorna using her Aether to sustain their shields simultaneously, it was reaching its limit.
He barely had time to register the incoming danger: a pair of kinetic arrows hurtling toward him, one embedding itself in his stomach while the other pierced his shoulder. The impact sent a shockwave of blinding agony through his body, rivulets of blood seeping into his beige puffer jacket.
"Fuck!" Lorna cried out, desperation etched in her ivory features as Joon-Seok seized the opportunity to land a powerful blow, sending her sprawling to the ground even as she parried it.
"Lo...Lorna" Xin stammered, struggling to maintain consciousness as his vision blurred at the edges. His limbs betrayed him, weighed down by the numbing pain.
He tried to shout, to tell her that he would fight to his last breath, but all that left his lips was a choked gasp as the world around him began to fade.
Interlude 2: Moaning Lotus
Venus Standard Time: 22:22, Day 5, Month of Bodhi, Year 115
04:22, February 24, 2295 (Earth Day Equivalent)
Rishi''s Chamber 49, Six Senses Pagoda (Хѥ), Siddhartha District, Frervatn, Sand Lotus capital, Venus
The golden glow of Venus''s eternal sunset bathed Frervatn in an auspicious light, casting long shadows across the city sprawled beneath the towering pagoda. Bridges of delicate wood and reinforced alloy arched gracefully over artificial waterways, their surfaces gleaming.
Fuuka Natsukawa traced a slender finger along the bottle of over-extracted Indra-Sprite, her dark eyes contemplative as she gazed through the window. The short, sleek bob of her hair framed her face perfectly, accentuating her porcelain skin and the soft curve of her lips, painted a crimson that stood out against her complexion.
The brown wooden door hissed open behind her, breaking her reverie.
Amir''s reflection appeared in the window glass before she turned. His imposing height filled the doorframe, the emerald and ivory of his traditional attire catching the ambient light. Despite the golden armlets and ornate necklaces adorning his broad chest, it was the bindi marking his forehead that drew Fuuka''s attention.
"Have you had supper?" he asked, his deep voice carrying a hint of uncharacteristic timidity.
"Just some hand-rolled sushi and a bowl of miso soup," Fuuka replied, her gaze lingering on the contrast of his dark skin against the crisp white of his lower garment. She adjusted the silk of her floral kimono, suddenly aware of its lightness. "I didn''t want to be too full for the" she paused, letting the unspoken word hover between them like incense, "activity."
"A wise decision," Amir murmured, stepping fully into the room. The golden edge of his garment whispered against the tatami as he moved, a sound almost as soft as his measured breathing.
Fuuka lifted the sapphire bottle in her hand, its contents swirling with an luminescence. "Before we begin the Ritual, we should prepare our minds and bodies."
Amir''s gaze fixed on the brilliant blue vessel. "Is that what I think it is?" he asked, recognition dawning in his eyes.
"Over-extracted Indra-Sprite," she confirmed with a slight nod. "Different from those we''d carry on missions."
Amir approached, movements deliberate. "I brought my own," he said, producing a similar vessel from a concealed pocket in his garment. Where Fuuka''s bottle was slender and elegant, his was broader with the character ''MAN'' pulsing within the cerulean liquid. "The Prophet''s apothecary prepared it for me."
"I''m surprised you could convince Thorin to approve it." she remarked.
"The old man has bigger concerns these days." he grinned.
Fuuka smiled, pleased. "You understand its purpose, then?"
"The Moaning Lotus Ritual requires both our minds and bodies to be fully present, fully...receptive." he replied, his deep voice contemplative.
"It no longer replenishes Aether," Fuuka completed for him, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her crimson lips. "It awakens other energies within us."
She removed the ornate stopper from her bottle, releasing a faint aroma that reminded her of star anise and mountain peaches.
She raised the vessel in a silent toast. "To sharing our Aether tonight."
Amir mirrored her gesture, his golden armlets catching the light. "To wisdom shared between traditions," he offered.
Fuuka tipped the bottle to her lips, allowing a measured sip of the liquid to pass between them. The familiar electric bite of Indra-Sprite scorched its way down her throat, but this time the sensation didn''t stop at replenishment. Instead, it bloomed outward in waves of warmth that heightened every nerve ending, making her acutely aware of the silk brushing against her skin, the subtle scent of sandalwood emanating from Amir, the rhythm of her own heartbeat accelerating.
Across from her, Amir''s eyes widened almost imperceptibly as he took his own draft. His composed demeanor remained, but Fuuka noticed the sudden tension in his shoulders, the deeper rise and fall of his chest as the potion''s effects coursed through him.
"This brings back memories," she said, her voice slightly huskier than before. "But the ancient texts speak of its dual natureto heal and to awaken." She set her bottle down on the low table between them.
Amir placed his own vessel beside hers, the two bottles glowing in harmony. "A melding of minds," he said, a new warmth infusing his typically formal tone, "a pathway to knowledge inaccessible through ordinary meditation."
Fuuka rose from her seat with fluid grace, moving toward the meditation cushions she had arranged earlier. The potion heightened her awareness of her own movements, making each step feel significant. "Shall we begin?" she asked, extending her hand toward him.
Amir took her outstretched hand, his touch sending a cascade of warmth through her fingertips as he settled onto the cushion across from her.
Turning around, she faced the seven-wicked candle between them and pointed at it with a finger, uttering her usual spell with unique gentleness, a wisp of aureate energy shooting out. "Slbrenna Eldr."
Lit, the candle''s sandalwood-infused flame casting a warm glow across their faces as she moved toward Amir, her silk kimono whispering against the tatami mats.
Amir''s eyes tracked her every movement, unblinking. He reached for her, his large hands gently grasping her wrists. Their eyes locked. Fuuka''s breath hitched as she felt her pulse quicken, her skin tingling with anticipation.
She untied the obi that secured her kimono. The silk slid from her shoulders, baring the smooth canvas of her neck and the soft swell of her breasts. Amir''s emerald-ivory attire provided a striking contrast to her floral kimono.
With careful movements, Amir loosened the sash at his waist, his fingers nimble.
The upper section of his garb fell open, revealing the smooth contours of his broad, muscular chest. Fuuka''s breath caught as she drank in the sight: the proud slope of his shoulders, the subtle movement of well-defined pecs and abs as he breathed, the trail of sparse hair that led downward from his navel, the potent aphrodisiac of anticipation awakening her body.
Amir pulled the garment off his shoulders and let it fall, exposing his powerful thighs and the taut muscles of his upper legs. Her eyes were drawn to his growing arousal, encased in black cotton briefs that left little to the imagination.
Fuuka met his dark eyes, nodding toward his briefs. "Bhukkam," she whispered, voice a little hoarse.
He shook his head. "Samanta? kurvta," he quoted. "We undress together."
Fuuka bit her lip, suppressing a smile. "Samanta? kurvta, yes." She placed her palms on his knees, the warmth of his skin seeping into her. Slowly, with intention, she guided his hands to the strings of her silk chemise. "Together."
Amir''s fingers found the straps and tugged gently, bared the smooth rise of her hips and the subtle contour of her waist. His fingers trembled slightly as he brushed them along the waistband of her sheer, lace underwear. "This one always sticks a little."
"Have a little faith." Teasing, she lifted her hips to allow him to slide the fabric down and off.
Flush creeping up his neck, he then held her underwear to his face, inhaling deeply.
She couldn''t suppress a chuckle. "You always do that," she teased, gesturing at the fabric in his hands.
He placed the fabric aside with exaggerated care, still inhaling her scent. "Jeevayushya?," he murmured, his deep voice strained. "Long life. Long health."
She nodded, recognizing the appropriate blessing, his voice rough andedged with desire. "Dhana?jaya." ''Victorious warrior''. Her hands reached for his briefs.
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Both of them now naked, Fuuka sat back, cross-legged, and guided Amir''s hands to rest on her thighs. His palms brushed against the sensitive skin, sending shivers down her spine. She inhaled sharply as his thumbs grazed the junction between her legs.
Leaning forward, Amir pressed a soft kiss to the inside of one thigh, his breath hot against her skin. Fuuka closed her eyes, her hands tangling in his hair. His kisses trailed along her thighs, each touch sending sparks of pleasure through her.
Amir''s hands gently parted her folds, his thumbs circling her wetness. He murmured his approval, his fingers gently probing, stimulating her further. Fuuka bit her lip to muffle her moans, her hips bucking gently as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"Beautiful," Amir whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
"Closer," she urged him, and he complied, his tongue teasing her sensitive bud. She moaned, her body arching gently as his tongue flickered and danced on her womanhood.
As her breathing slowed, Amir withdrew before he slid his hands around her waist, pulling her gently toward him as he laid on his back. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, their tongues tangling together as they tasted each other.
Fuuka broke the kiss. With a playful smile, she rose then straddled him, feeling his erected schlong against her core.
Slowly, she took him inside her. They both groaned, their eyes locking as they began to move in perfect unison.
Leaning back, Fuuka set a slow, deliberate pace, her body rising and falling in a sensual rhythm as she grinded.
Amir''s hands slid up her body, cupping her breasts as their movements quickened. His thumbs brushed her nipples, her head falling back as the pleasure built.
Their pace quickened further, their movements becoming more urgent. Amir''s hands slid down her body, caressing her hips as they moved together. Minutes passed as Fuuka''s breasts bounced with each thrust, her hair falling forward to frame her face.
As their pace intensified, Fuuka sensed a change in Amir''s breathing, a telltale hitch that signaled his impending release. She slowed her movements, leaning forward to press her forehead against his, their breaths mingling.
"Manas ?ama?," she whispered, her voice a soothing balm. "Calm your mind."
Amir''s eyes fluttered closed as he fought to regain control, his hands gripping her hips almost desperately. "I need to endurebut the temptation"
Fuuka''s thumbs brushed his cheekbones.
"Breathe with me," she instructed, her own chest rising and falling in a slow, deliberate rhythm.
But Amir struggled to match Fuuka''s breathing, his body still tense with the effort of holding back his climax. Fuuka, too, felt the rising tide of her own pleasure threatening to overwhelm her, his length filling her depths. The sensations were exquisite, but she knew they needed to focus on the emotional and spiritual connection, not surrendering to the release. Not before the enlightment came.
She cupped Amir''s face, her eyes locking with his. "Stay with me," she whispered, her voice breathy, her body wet with sweat. "Think of wisdom yet unshared. Remember our bond"
"Goes deeper than flesh," Amir finished before his jaw clenched with concentration.
Fuuka nodded before closing her eyes, reaching out with her mind, seeking the edges of Amir''s consciousness. But all she could feel were remnants of his thoughts, scattered and chaotic as subtle aches built up in her temple.
"Hmph" she bit back a moan, pain or pleasure, she did not know.
"You feel it, too" his voice came.
"I do," she managed between breaths as the migraines intensified. "Resistance between us. We must"
"Open up." he finished for her before continuing between pants. "I''m here with you, priye."
Fuuka felt her own climax building again, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter within her. She gasped, her hips faltering in their rhythm.
"Stay with mepriye," The sacred Devav? word. ''Beloved''. she repeated it like a mantra.
Amir''s hands tightened on her waist, steadying her. "I feel it too," he rasped, his voice strained. "We endure, priye. Just a little longer."
Fuuka nodded, biting her lip as she fought to regain control. Straightening her back and lifting her head, she focused on the flow of Aether between them, on the images and emotions yet to be shared. Gradually, the urgency of her impending climax receded, replaced by a sense of deeper connection.
Gradually, as their joined bodies continued to move together, their moans and breaths in sync, she felt him begin to open up. Their hands found each other, holding firmly, all fingers intertwined.
Tendrils of luminous blue energy, their shared Aether, began to flow between them, pulsing in time with their heartbeats. The sight was mesmerizing as Fuuka opened her eyes to marvel at the blue wisps of energies binding them both, shimmering and dancing.
A minute later, the Mind Melding came as she felt a sensation taking over. Breathing in the scent of Amir''s sweat, Fuuka''s eyes rolled back into her head.
Tendrils of his memories and emotions brushed against her own, hesitant at first, then growing bolder. She saw flashes of his pasta sun-drenched courtyard where he trained with his warstaff, the cool touch of a river stone he held during meditation, the fierce joy of mastering a new combat stance.
In return, Fuuka shared her own experiencesthe whisper of wind through bamboo as she practiced her calligraphy, the precise stroke of a brush laden with ink, the warmth of golden healing energy coursing through her palms as she mended a wounded panda found in a forest near her childhood home.
And though the temptation to surrender to their climax still lingered, Fuuka knew they need only endure just a bit longer.
Their bodies found a new rhythm, slow, undulating pleasure built without urgency. She felt the stirrings of a new understanding, a psionic secret unlocking within her.
Amir''s eyes rolled back as well, the whites visible as the Mind Melding intensified. "I saw it," he breathed, his voice filled with awe. "The other spell you use to mend...heals not just the flesh, but the spirit. That panda cub you found near the stream..."
"She survived," Fuuka affirmed, her own consciousness still partially entangled with his. "I nursed her for weeks, using that spell each day until her strength returned. When I finally took her back to the bamboo forest, her mother was waiting, as if she''d known all along her cub would return."
Gradually, Amir''s eyes regained their focus, the dark irises returning as he gazed at her with wonder.. "The connection between all living things...I never understood it fully."
Fuuka''s own vision cleared as the Mind Melding subsided, her awareness slowly returning to the physical world. She leaned forward, eys back in position, her breaths steadying with each passing moment.
"And I..." she whispered, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead with tender fingers, her gaze fixing on his bindi. "I felt the strength of your Vajra stance. That unshakable foundation. The way you channeled that stability during the Java Sea Campaign."
"I was lucky to have survived." he remarked with a bittersweet smile.
The Mind Melding receded as they continued to move together, their pleasure building once more, this time without urgency, her breasts rubbing gently against his chest. As they neared the peak, Fuuka pressed her lips to Amir''s ear.
"Now," she whispered, giving him permission, "Smarasya."
She felt a burst in her canal, a tide on her tender inner wall as Amir''s release filled her, a pulsing warmth that triggered her own climax. They clung to each other, bodies trembling, as the waves of ecstasy washed over them.
With a final, deep thrust, they cried out simultaneously, their bodies shuddering with the force of their release. Amir held her close, his arms wrapped around her waist as they rode out the waves of pleasure.
In the afterglow, Fuuka rested her head on Amir''s chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat as his manhood withdrew from her depths. "The Moaning Lotus never fails to amaze me," she murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin.
Amir pressed a kiss to her hair, his arms tightening around her. "A blessing," he agreed, his voice soft with reverence, "to share so much with a kindred spirit."
They lay entwined, the sandalwood-scented candle flickering beside them.
As their breathing slowed, Fuuka raised her head. Her fingers trailed gently along his strong features, her touch feather-light. "Communion," she whispered, "of body, mind, and spirit."
Their peaceful moment was interrupted by three sharp knocks on the chamber door. "Rishi Fuuka! If I may interrupt?" A female voice came, addressing her by title.
Fuuka lifted her head, exchanging a questioning glance with Amir. No one would dare disturb a Rishi''s Chamber during such a sacred ritual unless the matter was urgent.
"One moment," she called, her voice composed despite their state of undress. Ignoring the dampness between her legs, she slipped from Amir''s embrace and reached for her underwear and kimono, the ballistic silk cool against her flushed skin as she put them on.
Amir rose as well, gathering his emerald and ivory garments. "Quite bold, isn''t she?" he murmured, fastening his attire with swift, practiced movements.
Once they were both presentable, Fuuka moved to the door and opened it a fraction. Outside stood a Kryptone of the Sand Lotus''s skilled infiltratorsher lower face obscured by a white hood.
"Forgive the intrusion, Rishi Fuuka," the Krypt said, bowing deeply. "But I bring urgent news from Osram."
Fuuka opened the door wider, allowing the messenger to step inside. The Krypt''s gaze briefly took in the meditation cushions, the glowing bottles of Indra-Sprite, the lingering scent of sandalwood and intimacy in the air. If she drew any conclusions, her expression revealed nothing.
"Speak your mind," Amir said, his earlier warmth replaced by the authoritative tone of a Master.
"Major conflict has erupted on the Near Side of Osram," the woman''s voice was low and urgent. "Alliance and Imperium forces have engaged in open battle near the Celestial Reach border. Our intelligence suggests they''re fighting over "
Fuuka felt a chill despite the room''s warmth. "The Moondust Crystal," she whispered, exchanging a meaningful look with Amir.
"There''s also news of the Directorate. The Kimaris Warband has claimed the shard on the Far Side." the Krypt continued, "Rishi Thorin requests your immediate presence at the War Council chamber."
"Not bad." Amir commented from the side.
The glow of their ritual communion faded as reality settled. Fuuka nodded, her mind already shifting.
"Tell him we''ll be there shortly," she said, her voice firm with resolve.
Without another word, the Krypt bowed and departed, Fuuka turned to Amir.
"Seems our shared knowledge will be tested sooner than expected," Amir said quietly, adjusting his armlets.
Fuuka nodded, her fingers checking that her Spirit Lantern was securely stashed in her long sleeve. "Then we''d better not keep Thorin waiting."
Together, they extinguished the seven-wicked candle before gathering the now-dimmed bottles of over-extracted Indra-Sprite, prepared to face whatever awaited beyond the chamber.
Ch41 Lorna XIII: Kald Krig
Osram Time: 05:05, February 24, 2295
Outside Door Kaamos, Vault of Primal Urges, Mare Imbrium, Near Side, Osram
Dust swirled around Lorna Weiss as she lay sprawled on the lunar regolith. Her fingers twitched near the handle of Baldr, her Psytum Sword, its azure blade waning like her resolve.
"I expected more from a Psi Lynx like you, Lorna Weiss." Joon-Seok Pak towered over her, his own sword - a radiant crimson energy - poised to strike her heart.
Her blue eyes, darting to the side, caught a glimpse of the battlefield around them. The Imperium forces, a relentless tide of crimson and black, were crushing the white and blue of Alliance troops underfoot.
"Sk?l," she whispered bitterly, the word tasting like ash on her tongue, a macabre toast to her imminent demise.
But just as despair threatened to consume her, a sudden burst of staccato gunfire shattered the tense atmosphere. The distinctive sound of an SMG filled the air, with bullets leaving trails of quantum radiant blue in their wake. Some grazed Joon-Seok''s robe armor and his snow-white countenance.
"Baw-lah-eh See-kah!" Emmanuel Boateng burst forth from the chaos, his locs trailing like the banner of an avenging spirit. His finger never left the trigger as he unleashed a barrage of bullets, each one adding to the symphony of salvation.
"Curse you!" With one hand covering his face bleeding face, Joon-Seok retreated and sought cover behind a line of Bloodtroopers who formed a protective barrier around him, the bulk of their crimson armors absorbing Emmanuel''s Lunar-enchanted bullets.
"Milord!" Dilinur''s panicked voice could be heard as she folded her silver Psi Fan and her red psionic aura dissipated. She too disappeared behind the Bloodtroopers.
In that split second of chaos, Lorna saw an opportunity. With quick reflexes born out of desperation, she rolled to safety and stood up again.
Scanning her surroundings, she saw multiple Psi Lynxes in white attire similar to hers and Emmanuel''s, slicing through enemy lines with precision and ease. They moved like specters, blending into the swirling chaos. One of the Psi Lynxes, a tall, dark-haired woman wielding a Psytum Sword resembling Lornas, charged into the fray, the energy from her sword leaving a radiant arc in her wake as Bloodtroopers fell like wheat before a scythe.
Close behind her, another Lynx a shorter man with chestnut hairdispatched enemies with clinical precision, his dual 10mm Magnum pistols spitting radiant rounds into the advancing forces.
Further to the right, a Psi Lynx wielding a shotgun in a white trench coat surged forward, each blast from his weapon sending shockwaves through the thin lunar atmosphere. The scattershot decimated groups of Imperium soldiers at close range, their armor crumbling beneath the force. His pale, flawless face remained impassive, but Lorna could feel the steely determination emanating from him.
"Come on, you Imperial bastards!" Emmanuel bellowed, reloading his Kinetic SMG with a fluid motion. His eyes met hers for a heartbeat.
"Give them hell!" she growled to herself, reactivating Baldr and charging back into the fray, her movements a blur of navy blue and flashing steel. She weaved herself between enemies, delivering cuts and thrusts with precision, pushing her body to its limits despite her Aether running dry, her psionic abilities no longer fueled.
The Psi Lynxes rallied around her, protecting their seniors as Lorna finished her series of attacks.
"Ive got new orders from Director Otis!" The comm crackled in Lornas right ear, slicing through the cacophony of battle with Diego''s voice."Mira, carnal Thomas, lead the Armed Forces to engage the enemy. The rest of SIMU get on the Space Rover and head for Door Valkyris!"
"Roger! Vanguards, Ironbears, on me!" Thomass voice chimed in with determination.
"The old man wants us to quit just when the fight gets good?" Emmanuel shouted over the noise, floating next to Lorna.
Suddenly, a tremor rippled through the ground, cutting through the cacophony of battle. Lorna''s instincts flared to life as she spun around, her eyes narrowing in disbelief at the sight that emerged from behind the Imperium lines.
A hulking Radi-Mon resembling the nightmarish mix between a mole rat and a hunchback bald man, dripping with slick, oozing flesh, lumbered toward them, its body an amalgamation of sinew and bone. Its maw, lined with rows upon rows of jagged, dripping teeth, gaped wide as it let out a guttural, earth-shaking roar that reverberated through Lornas very core. Its limbs were tipped with razor-sharp claws, each as long as a human, slashing through the air as it advanced, its sheer size dwarfing the Bloodtroopers that rallied behind the beast.
Lornas heart skipped a beat, her hand tightening around the hilt of Baldr as her gaze locked on the beast.
The Imperium soldiers rejoiced, as if the monstrosity were their personal champion.
"Flesh Pot! Devour their psions!" Dilinurs command could be heard from behind the beast.
Lorna barely had time to look before the Radi-Mon closed the distance with alarming speed, its blood-red eyes locking onto the junior Psi Lynxes as its primary targets. The beasts mouth opened wide, drool and saliva dripping from its fangs like venom as it roared again, louder this time, causing a nearby Psi Lynx to falter.
Flesh Pot pounced with ferocious hunger, its razor-sharp claws digging into the trembling frame of another female Psi Lynx. The woman''s screams echoed through the air as her Psytum Sword clattered to the ground. She struggled and thrashed as it lifted her up towards its gaping jaw.
With a sickening crunch, Flesh Pot sank its teeth into her body, tearing her in half with a brutal bite. Lorna could see the upper half of the woman being devoured while the lower half floated lifelessly in Osrams low gravity, blood pouring out from the gruesome remains.
"Thisis the weapon they have," Lorna muttered under her breath, her pulse racing. She had no time to strategize, no time to understand. She just knew they needed to survive.
"Jessica, no!" Emmanuel yelled in shock.
"Jesus Christ, you guys, just go!" Thomass voice urged over the comm.
"Manny," Lorna gritted out, her breath steaming in the frigid lunar air. She pivoted on her heel, Baldr humming a dirge in her palm as she deactivated it. The Echo Sapphire at the hilt dimmed, its light snuffing out. "The mission comes first."
"Hurry! We wont let them stop us from obtaining the Crystal!" Diegos voice crackled urgently. "Chingada madre I''ll have to bail out too."
"The mission comes first," Emmanuel lowered his Kinetic SMG and let out a sigh, making his way towards the Space Rover waiting behind them.
"Que Dios te bendiga, Thomas..." Diego''s StarWhale shuttle was already flying above the rover, cables dangling beneath it as it ascended into the sky.
"No problemo. Say hi to that Crystal for me!" Thomass voice replied, filled not with dread but with a brave finality.
"Pedis Leporis Lunaris!" Lorna sprang into action, azure energy propelling her over the ravaged moonscape.
Her boots kicked up regolith dust as she reached Xin''s prone form, noticing the two arrows that had pierced through his puffer jacket.
"Xin!" she called, her voice tender yet laced with urgency. Her hand, calloused from countless hours of swordplay, cupped his cheek.
His eyes fluttered, disoriented and distant, his glasses reflecting the Earthshine behind them.
"Snap out of it, Xin," she implored, her sapphire gaze locking onto his.
And then, there it was a flicker of recognition in his eyes, the spark reigniting. "Lorna. Where ?"
"The Space Rover," she instructed softly, her voice brooking no argument as she hoisted him up. Together, they staggered toward the rover, a beacon of escape amidst the chaos.
"Let''s move!" Emmanuel barked as he stood by the open hatch of the Space Rover.
Pawan, the Omni-drone, floated into the vehicle''s interior. Lorna guided Xin inside, her heart racing as her mind raced with plans.
"Strap in," she commanded, her tone sharp with adrenaline. The Space Rovers interior came to life, the consoles aglow. The Gauss Machine Gun atop the rover lay dormant, a silent sentinel awaiting.
"Thomas will do his best," Emmanuel said, his voice steady amidst the frenzy outside. "We need to make this count."
Lorna''s fingers danced across the console, the auto-driving mechanism whirring to life with an obedient hum. Her gaze turned to Xin, slumped in the driver''s seat, his beige puffer jacket a canvas of crimson blooms, with the pair kinetic arrows as grotesque additions to his attire.
"Hang in there," she murmured, the words caught on a thread of tears as they slipped from her lips. "Manny? Can you?"
"Yep." Emmanuel leaned over from the backseat and pressed a Medi-Vap vial to Xin''s lips, administering a dose.
With deft hands, Lorna peeled away the layers of blood-soaked fabric, her touch gentle yet determined. The arrows relinquished their hold on flesh with a sickening squelch, painting her hands in the warmth of his blood. Outside, the Space Rover barreled through the lunar landscape, its trajectory a desperate flight from the Imperium''s onslaught.
Xin''s body writhed beneath her fingertips as his head cocked to the side, exhaling cerulean mist. His tears etched trails through the grime on his cheeks.
"Give him another dose," Lorna instructed Emmanuel, holding Xin up with her arms wrapped around his waist for support. She could feel his heart beating frantically against hers as their clothes rubbed against each other.
"Okay," Emmanuel replied as he pushed the Medi-Vap vial to Xin''s mouth once again, the teal liquid inside entering his body with a soft hissing sound. "Deep breaths, buddy."
"Itll be alright," she whispered, her breath mingling with his ragged exhales. Her hand cradled the back of his head, a gesture of comfort amidst the carnage they had left behind.
"Hey, Xin, you''re one helluva SIMU warrior," Emmanuel chimed in, his voice a lifeline in the void of despair. "You''re gonna pull through."
The erratic beat of Xin''s breaths began to wane. Lorna leaned back just enough to meet his gaze, her smile a fragile bloom.
"Thank you... thank you both," Xin panted, his voice tinged with the pain he was fighting through.
The Space Rover continued its auto-piloted drive, the hillside vault door Kaamos left behind them.
"Ugh. Thirsty," Lorna muttered as she reached into her coat pocket for her bottle of potion. The Indra-Sprite''s shimmering blue liquid called to her as she uncorked the bottle and took a long gulp, emptying about a third of its contents. As she drank, the coldness that had been clinging to her body began to fade away as her Aether replenished.
Suddenly, a wave of pain rippled through Lorna''s stomach, intense, making her grip the bottle tighter. A fleeting doubt crossed her mind C had Doctor Nikki truly purged the Nucleus Virus from her system? But as quickly as the thought surfaced, she dismissed it. This was probably just combat strain, the aftermath of their narrow escape. Besides, the pain felt different from the burning sensation the Virus had caused C deeper somehow, more organic. The discomfort faded as the Indra-Sprite worked its way through her system, leaving behind a peculiar warmth she couldn''t quite place.
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She let out a satisfied sigh as she recorked the bottle and tucked it back into her chest pocket. Loosening her half-up ponytail, her soft hair tumbled onto her shoulders. The Space Rover skidded across the desolate moon''s surface, its tires churning up clouds of regolith. She glanced back at Emmanuel, his dark eyes wide with a mix of admiration and disbelief.
"Holy smokes, Lorna," he started, his voice full of wonder, "you went through that hell back there without so much as a scratch on ya. How''d you manage that?"
She shot him a half-smirk, her fingers absently tracing the Nordic pendant that hung from her neck. "It wasn''t just me," she said, her Midwest twang coloring her words. "Xin had Pawan watching my six. That little drone''s faster than a Bone Fiend in heat."
From the driver''s seat, Xin offered a modest nod, his expressive eyes meeting hers. "Your Aether helped more, Lorna. You powered both of our Psi Shields." His voice held an undertone of reverence as he spoke.
Turning to Emmanuel, Lorna continued, though her voice remained heavy, knowing who they had to leave behind. "Thanks for saving us, Manny."
"Just doing my job," Emmanuel nodded solemnly. "Wish Thomas and the other soldiers good luck."
"That Radi-Mon that the Imperium sent after us was brutal," Lorna pursed her lips.
"Yeah, no surprise that the Legion controls half of Mars if they have weapons like that," Emmanuel shook his head. "We scouted ahead and cleared the path to Door Valkyris. Should be the closest vault entrance from here."
"We''ll make it," Xin added as he began manipulating the rover''s controls.
"Why take over? Let the AI do it." Lorna replied, eyeing Xin carefully.
Emmanuel chimed in, his concern palpable. "Yeah, man, don''t need you passing out on us."
Xin''s hands tightened on the steering wheel, his slender frame rigid with determination. "I looked at the AI algorithm before our flight," he explained, wincing slightly as he shifted gears. "It''s a power hog eats up five times the juice we need for manual driving. Might need that extra battery, if things go wrong again."
Lorna leaned forward, her piercing blue eyes searching his face for any sign of faltering strength. The scent of blood mixed with the sterile tang of Medi-Vap filled the cabin.
"Alright," she conceded, her voice playful, "but you keep yourself in one piece, hear?"
"Promise," he whispered back, a ghost of a smile touching his lips as he focused on the path ahead.
Minutes after, the Space Rover growled to a halt at the precipice of Door Valkyris, dust and pebbles skittering across the lunar landscape as Xin parked the vehicle on the verge of the colossal structure. It resembled a giant bowel, with high edges and a deep center. Lorna gazed out the window, taking in the expansive crater that lay before them as she opened her door.
Her boots crunched against the regolith as she disembarked, Emmanuel followed close behind.
"Why do they have to make these doors so big? Ugh," Lorna murmured as they approached the center of the door. Below them sprawled a mysterious canvas of hieroglyphs, etched deep into the stone a language of curves and angles that teased her mind with its alien beauty but eluded her understanding.
Xin joined them, his gaze locked onto the cryptic symbols. "Those aren''t just decorative," he said as he stood next to Lorna. "According to the Moondust Crystals data, these symbols on the various vault doors are oracle bone script. The same one used by Primordial China back when that mattered."
"Oracle bones, huh?" Lorna traced a glyph with her ivory finger. She could almost feel the weight of centuries upon her skin. "At least it is not one of those weird Neptunian texts."
"I have a cheat sheet, too," Xin tapped his Quantum Watch, the green glow casting an otherworldly hue on his olive features. The device projected a series of images in the air before them.
"Been wanting to buy myself one of those fancy watches," Emmanuel added, his tone light.
Lorna watched Xin work, his fingers nimbly scrolling through ancient scripts, lines of verdant code floating above his Quantum Watch. She stood close, her body unconsciously leaning towards him.
"And got it. This is a rough translation," Xin announced, triumph lacing his words, his gaze on the illuminated dial as it emitted a series of holographic symbols with English texts floating next to them. "On this Door Valkyris, we the followers of the Sand Lotus present to you two riddles. Scribe your responses as one, and the Door shall judge."
"Wonder what this Sand Lotus is," Lorna breathed out, her eyes on the door beneath them. "Seen this term several times since I joined."
"I could look into it when we go back. In any case, here goes the riddle," Xin murmured, his eyes reflecting the green luminescence from his Quantum Watch. "Two sisters walk hand in hand, but never see each other. Their gaze turns to the world, forever longing for one another. What are they?"
As the final syllable slipped from Xin''s lips, Lorna''s heart thudded against her ribcage, the echo of her father Harald''s voice whispering the same riddle during a childhood cloaked in Norwegian fables. Her fingers grazed the pendant at her throat, her nostrils flaring slightly as she inhaled the sterile scent of moondust disturbed by their arrival.
"Ah crap" Xin muttered under his breath, the embarrassment clear on his olive face. "I I don''t know the answer."
Emmanuel''s shrug was nonchalant, as he ran his hand through his locs, grinning. "Well, I''m no help with Imperial proverbs either."
"?ynene," Lorna whispered, the crisp syllables like the first light of dawn. "It''s not Imperial it''s Nordling. ?ynene, the two eyes that we have. Thats the answer."
Xin''s eyes flickered with surprise, hope rekindling within them. Emmanuel exhaled a soft chuckle, the sound oddly comforting.
"Leave it to the Valoran lady," Emmanuel said, his voice steady despite the absurdity. But Im glad to have you both here.
Lorna nodded, the edges of her resolve sharpening like the blade of her Psytum Sword. This was more than a test of knowledge; it was a bridge that led straight to the heart of what she was born as and who she needed to be for them now.
Lorna stepped forward, the weight of her boots imprinting on the regolith as she approached the monolithic door. "And whats the second one?"
"I hold you close, but when you grow too heavy, I must let you go, like a song in the wind." Xin scanned the hieroglyphs before he recited the other riddle, inscribed on the vault doors innermost circle. "What am I?"
"Et hjerte," she murmured, the words slipping from her lips like a sacred chant. The vibration of her voice seemed to resonate with the stone, an unseen force acknowledging the invocation. "A Heart."
Before her, Xin''s fingers paused over his Quantum Watch, green light casting eerie shadows on his features as he looked up at her. "I love it. I love it so much."
"What?" Lorna asked, pushing back her golden hair as Osram''s lunar wind blew behind her, suddenly aware of how she appeared in Xin''s eyes.
"Well, I mean learning about a culture different from oneselfs is quite fascinating, isnt it?" he looked down again, his hands hesitated for just a moment before he began inscribing their answer into the dust-covered surface of the vault door. "Alright, here we go. Two eyes "
"I hope this works," Emmanuel urged, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of impending danger. "Time isnt on our side."
Lorna''s gaze returned to the door, watching as if through a veil of otherness as Xin''s movements grew more fluid, confident. She felt a thrumming energy building around them, the air crackling with the potential of what lay beneath the colossal gateway.
The door began to hum a deep, resonant sound that seemed to come from the very core of the moon itself. Lorna''s heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the rhythmic chanting of Norwegian lullabies that now surfaced in her mind, songs of legends from a world that felt both infinitely distant and intimately close.
And then, without warning, the ground beneath their feet shifted. The stone door spiraled open, revealing the unknown abyss that would become their descent into legend.
"Its working," Xin announced, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it carried the weight of triumph. "Just need to write the second answer now "
But before Xin could continue, Lorna''s senses were suddenly assaulted by the roar of engines, snapping her out of the reverie induced by the door''s partial unlocking. She turned sharply to see a blood-red shuttle descending from the skies, its crimson hue an omen. The vessel touched down with predatory grace on the edge of Door Valkyris, and from its belly spilled forth a host of figures swathed in shadow.
"Is that" she hissed under her breath, recognizing the menacing silhouette that emerged from the shuttle. She had always remembered those who ever wronged her, let alone one who had participated in torturing her just a week ago.
Iron Roach, the ruthless Imperial, was flanked by an array of Amber-Eye archers. Their Kinetic Crossbows, gleaming maliciously, trained on Lorna and her companions as they fanned out into formation.
"Thought you could hide, huh?" Iron Roach bellowed, his voice echoing off the lunar regolith. A cruel smile twisted his lips as he raised a cybernetic hand, signaling the archers to prepare their volley.
The air thickened with tension, the stillness before the storm. But Emmanuel stepped forward, his locs swaying like the mane of a war-primed lion. His hands moved with precision, tracing sigils that glowed with brilliance.
"N-soo-oh eh-dah meh hoh!" he intoned, the words resonant with ancient power. As the incantation reached its crescendo, a quantum blue barrier erupted around them. Arrows loosed from the crossbows disintegrated upon contact with the shimmering dome, turning to dust before they could reach the flesh they hungered for.
"Xin!" Lorna barked, her sapphire eyes blazing with urgency. "Scribe the answer, now!"
Xin nodded, fingers tracing the final glyphs needed to unleash the secrets it guarded.
Lorna kept her gaze locked on the barrier, watching the archers regroup, their movements becoming more frantic as they realized their weapons were rendered useless.
"Keep chanting, Emmanuel," she murmured, though her words were meant for herself as much as for him. She needed to believe they were safe within this psionic cocoon, even as doubt clawed at her mind.
"Always," Emmanuel replied through gritted teeth as the barrier pulsed with each chant. "Sa-moo-dra chen-chi, ma yen a-som-dwoe wo saa as-rem yi moo!"
And then, the ground trembled under Lorna''s feet, the regolith and stone swirling like a cyclone as Xin''s fingers etched the final glyph onto the ancient surface. The vault door hummed, its resonance deep and beckoning.
"Got it! Its really it. Two Eyes, One Heart!" Xin exclaimed, his slender frame vibrating with the thrill of discovery. His eyes sparkled with delight, reflecting the intricate stonework spiraling beneath them.
"You incompetent retards!" Roach commanded in frustration, his voice slicing through the chaos of battle that raged just beyond their bubble of safety. Lorna could almost feel the kinetic arrows splintering against the psionic barrier, their energy dissipating into azure motes even as the Imperial brute continued. "Keep fucking shooting!"
"Nothing''s getting past me, Lorna," Emmanuel grunted, his imposing figure a pillar amidst the bedlam, his dark braids lashing out.
"Diego! Were going under Door Valkyris. Dont know if this communication will hold. Wish us luck," Lorna bellowed as she pushed into her right ear.
"Got it, amiga. Good luck down there!" Diegos suave voice came.
And then, suddenly, there was no ground at all. Lorna''s stomach lurched as she felt herself becoming untethered, her body floating alongside her companions.
They descended. Gravity twisted around them, a force both gentle and inexorable, as the SIMU team fell through the hidden gullet. The walls of the deep well were slick with the sheen of ancient volcanic glass, the remnants of a fiery past long since cooled into silence.
They were adrift in an abyss, the vault door above sealing shut with the finality of a tomb''s entrance.
"No way back now," she breathed, arms unfolding to embrace the boundless descent. Her blonde hair fanned out around her like golden solar flares, catching stray glimmers of light from unseen sources.
"These stoneworks are incredible," Xin marveled, his gaze locked onto the alien geometry that framed their fall. "And our fall isnt accelerating either, this gravity well is working, however ancient it is."
Lorna couldn''t help but agree, the rush of their descent igniting every nerve. Her dark blue turtleneck hugged her form, as the Pendant of Mnagrts cool chain rubbed against her skin below, making her acutely aware of the air that rushed past her.
"Where is this taking us though?" Emmanuel''s voice rumbled, tinged with unease. He looked into the depths below.
"Dont really care," Lorna replied, her tone strangely relaxed. "Lets justgo with the flow." Her blue eyes remained fixed on the kaleidoscope of architecture blurring past.
A minute passed as the gravity well pulled Lorna and her companions deeper, the sensation of falling both exhilarating and terrifying. But slowly, a heavy languor crept into Lornas limbs as they descended, a drowsiness that belied the adrenaline coursing through her veins. The walls, which had once been sheer stone, now thrummed with an alien pulse, veined with violet that throbbed like a monstrous heart beneath a translucent skin.
"Hold onthese creeps dont feel man-made" Xin''s voice cut through the thickening haze as he raised his Quantum Watch to scan the alien organism. Then, his voice sharpened with urgency. "It''s Radi-Mon!"
Lorna tried to focus, but her eyelids grew heavier, betraying her. The sweet perfume that emanated from the living walls was invasive, a syrupy scent that clung to the back of her throat and coiled around her senses.
A glance at Emmanuel showed his jaw set, eyes narrowed in distrust at the pulsating surfaces. They were all ensnared by this sentient tunnel, its intentions unknown, its scent disarming.
"Fight it!" Emmanuel barked, noticing her struggle and his own. "Stay awake we must stay awake"
Fighting against the seductive lull, a part of Lorna screamed to fend off the intoxicating lure. Yet another, darker part whispered surrender, tempting her to close her eyes and succumb to the abyss''s embrace.
"Can''t... it''s too strong." she murmured, her voice barely a whisper against the wind of their descent. Her vision began to blur, the intricate stonework melding with the invading violet flesh that now dominated the gravity well.
"Lorna! Stay with me " Xins plea reached her, distant and distorted, like an echo from another life. She wanted to respond, to tell him that she would never let go, but the thought dissolved before it could make it to her mouth.
"Lets sleep, Xin," Her consciousness waned, the edges of her mind fraying as the aromatic fog seeped into her brain. Lorna''s sapphire gaze flickered, a losing battle against the closing weight of her eyelids. The last thing she saw was the panic etched on Xins olive countenance as words that did not feel like her own parted from her lips. "I just want to sleep."
A final thought flickered through Lorna''s fading awareness: this was no ordinary descent. A journey laced with peril awaited, the sounds of her allies'' voices drowned out by the silence of her own unconsciousness.
Ch42 Dilinur VIII: Silk Strategy
Osram Time: 07:07, February 24, 2295
Outside Door Kaamos, Vault of Primal Urges, Mare Imbrium, Near Side, Osram
"Engine, annihilate them!" Poised atop the crest of a dust-covered hillock, Dilinur Altai''s commanded. Beneath her, the air shivered with screams of the dying.
"I thought youd never ask!" In the Distance, the Draconic Engine rumbled into position as Kaoris high-pitched voice came in her earpiece, tinged with excitement.
The tanks crimson, gear-laden hull bore intricate draconic symbols, each etched in golden detail across the armored plates, its turret rotated as the payload chamber deep in the machines belly hummed.
A thunderous sound came as the vehicle fired a round from its Havok Warhead Launcher. The warhead spiraled through the air like a comet a miniaturized tactical nuke arcing toward its target.
The white armors of the Alliance Vanguards and Ironbears erupted in blinding flashes, shattering like porcelain dolls, soldiers reduced to charred flesh and ashes.
"More shots, Engine!" Dilinur watched as the Draconic Engine continued its apocalyptic release.
Two more warheads descended upon what little remained of the Alliance soldiers with brutality. A collage of gore and fried bones drifted languorously in the moons indifferent gravity.
"Acceptable," Dilinur whispered to herself as she leaped down. "Legionnaires! March forward!"
Around her, the Bloodtroopers and Amber-Eyes advanced with the siege engine behind their formation, its massive treads churning the dirt beneath. Dead Alliance soldiers lay scattered in disarray, their limbs contorted along with the pieces of shattered machinery.
The scent of scorched metal and charred flesh invaded Dilinur''s nostrils, but a perverse pride swelled within her chest, overpowering any guilt as she strode forward. This was not the first time she had massacred in the name of progress.
"A victory well-deserved, legionnaires," Stepping in front of the lines of soldiers that had gathered and awaited her, she proclaimed, her words reaching the ears of her troops, her gaze locked on the distant horizon. "By following orders without question, you have shown the world what it means to be an Imperial."
Not a word came from the soldiers. Dinu was hardly surprised. Silence obedience was always considered a virtue in their society.
"All strike steams, report!" she ordered, her voice echoing over the lunar expanse.
"Team Tiger, all twelve present!" a senior Bloodtrooper declared proudly from the edge of his row.
"Team Dragon, eleven present. One slain, three injured." another trooper added.
"Team Ox, five present. Seven slainfive injured." the next report came, the man''s sound timid, his row of soldiers noticeably short.
"Team Hound, all twelve present!" a female voice declared.
"Engine, present. Barely a scratch!" Kaori''s haughty voice sounded from the crimson siege tank behind the soldiers.
In the periphery, Flesh Pot reveled in its grotesque duty, consuming the last Psi Lynx with relentless hunger. The air filled with the acrid scent of singed flesh and ruptured metal. A man in a white trench coat, his expression twisted in terror as he was raised aloft by the beast''s powerful arms. His screams were drowned out by the sounds of crunching bones and tearing flesh as he was devoured alive, disappearing into the cavernous maw of the Radi-Mon.
None among the Imperial soldiers showed reaction to the carnage in their vicinity. A testament to their training and discipline.
Dilinur let the numbers settle in her mind, holding back a sigh. Then it clicked in her mind.
"Where''s Team Boar?" she demanded, eyes scanning the legion before her.
"Prefect Altai," A Bloodtrooper stood forth from his row, facing Dilinur, his voice deepened by the damaged horned helmet atop his head. "Team Boar is still engaging the enemy on the other side of this Vault."
At his words, Dilinur reached for her earpiece with one hand, speaking as she looked to the side. "Team Boar, report!"
"Imminent victory, Prefect! Six slain, two injured, one foe left!" the other side responded with fervor.
"One foe left? What''s taking so long?" Dinu''s eyes narrowed, intrigue surging in her mind.
"Some Valoran dog with golden hair and silver arms," Team Boar''s leader responded. "We''ve just cornered him, almost "
"Capture the enemy." Dilinur cut him off with an order, sneaking a peek at her rows of warriors before adding firmly. "Bring him to the rallying point."
"At once!" the reply was crisp.
Her hand leaving the earpiece, she stood straight and faced her troops once more. "Team Hound, scout the area. Ensure there are no Alliance soldiers left."
"Aye, Prefect!" an Amber-Eye saluted with a fist to her chest before leading a squad of twelve men and women away.
With a smile, Dinu continued. "The rest of you, await my command. For the Imperium!
"For the Imperium!" the chorus of her warriors affirmed, their voices a stark counterpoint to the silence of the dead.
With Tarim Aytn in her grip humming its somber dirge, she turned from the carnage.
"Make way," she uttered, her delicate hand parting a line of Bloodtroopers she passed by. The path to the tent was lined with more soldiers, their stances reverent as they watched her stride by.
The tent itself stood amidst the desolation. Silken panels, the color of midnight and adorned with dragon icons, fluttered gently, juxtaposed with the rigid frame of flexsteel, displaying the luminescent hieroglyphs running along its seams.
Dilinur paused before the entrance, the smart fabric recognizing her bio-signature and retracting with a hush to admit her. Inside, the floor featured an interactive map of Osram glowing beneath her feet, while above, holographic constellations danced on a false sky.
Sequestered within sat Joon-Seok Pak, his tall form in a foldable chair. His snowy face marred by thin red lines of injury. As he lifted the vial of Medi-Vap to his lips, a teal mist of healing agents enveloped his visage, knitting skin and soothing wounds with each breath.
"I''m well, Dinu. A few pompous Psi Lynxes cannot slay me," He beckoned, his voice like silk.
"Evidently so, milord," She said with relief, her steps less certain than when she walked outside. When she reached him, Joon-Seok rose, towering over her.
He pulled her into his embrace without hesitation, his arms encircling her slender frame. She blushed, her cheeks flaming against his chest, her face barely reaching his heart.
"Prince Joon-Seok?" she breathed, her voice a flutter trapped within the cage of his strength.
Joon-Seok''s grip on her tightened. "I am indebted to you, Dinu," he murmured into her hair, his breath stirring the fine strands that had escaped her traditional updo. "When we faced Lorna Weiss and her cohorts, you and your Bloodtroopers saved me."
She felt the reverberation of his voice against her temple, a soothing balm over the raw edges of her spirit. "IIm relieved to see you well."
The minty scent of Medi-Vap clung to him, mingling with the faint coppery hint of blood. She leaned back just enough to meet his gaze, finding herself ensnared by the intensity therein.
"Milord. Briefly as our paths have crossed, there''s been an inexorable draw towards you," Dilinur confessed. Her hands, usually so steady when wielding her Psi Fan, now trembled as they traced the line of Joon-Seok''s shoulders, approaching his cheeks.
"Once we have the Moondust Crystal in our grasp," Joon-Seok vowed, his tone forging the words like a pact, "I will take you on a date, Dinu. A reprieve from this relentless crusade."
Her heart thrummed, and she felt color rise to her cheeks like the bloom of dawn breaking across a desolate barren. "Yes," was the only word she managed.
But a soldiers yelling was heard behind the tents wall. "Prefect Altai? Team Boar has returned! And a message for you."
Reluctantly, Dilinur felt Joon-Seok''s arms loosen around her waist, and she withdrew, her fingers lingering on his face, now healed by the Medi-Vap doses he took.
"Duty calls," she sighed, her voice soft, her touch a quiet reassurance.
"We''ll answer." Joon-Seok replied as he shadowed her steps.
Stepping out, Dinu watched as a Bloodtrooper approached.
He extended a palm-sized, disk-shaped projector towards her. "Your message, Prefect."
"Good. Return to your duties," Dilinur took the device from his outstretched hand, the cool surface an abrupt contrast to the residual heat of Joon-Seok''s embrace. Activating it, the hologram of Iron Roach coalesced from the ether.
"Ey, Dinu," the projection began, its tone betraying no hint of urgency. "Those Alliance dogs you told me to chase? They''ve infiltrated the Vault. Secondary access. Door VoltVoreugh, something "
"Lady Dilinur," a smoother voice interrupted from somewhere off to the side. "Sir Iron Roach meant to say ''Door Valkyris''."
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"Who the fuck asked you?" Roach snapped at the interruption before turning back to Dilinur. "Well? Next orders?"
"Understood," Dilinur responded curtly, holding back the urge to laugh as she nodded at Roach. "You and your Amber-Eyes are dismissed. Head to Celestial Reach and await my next orders."
"Ah, break already?" Roach adjusted his crimson sunglasses.
"We have enough men left to brave the Vault." Dinu said.
"Right, then. Celestial Reach. Our fancy big city in Ocean Anus, uh, something," Roach scratched his head, his crimson red sunglasses reflecting the distant image of Earth.
"Oceanus Procellarum, Roach," Joon-Seoks smirk was perceptible as he addressed the hologram. "Enjoy your respite."
As Roachs hologram faded away, Dilinur handed the projector back to the Bloodtrooper and turned to Joon-Seok.
Team Boar, milady. Captured one of their senior Vanguards. The Bloodtrooper spoke as he gestured with a gauntleted hand.
Dinus gaze was now drawn to the advancing procession of Bloodtroopers. Among them stood a towering Valoran captive with silvered bionic arms, whose imposing stature was undercut only by the shackles binding his wrists.
The man knelt on the regolith, defiance etched into the lines of his dirt-streaked face. His light gray eyes locked onto hers, unyielding, as if challenging her. A growl rumbled within his chest.
"Thomas Mendoza," Dilinur said in recognition, her words precise. "I''m barely surprised you''re alive."
"Dilinur. Wondered when we''d meet again after Shanghai." he spat out, his tone laced with contempt. "No, there ain''t a thing you can do to make me talk."
"You sound certain. Not afraid?" Her lips twitched, the taste of power sweet upon her tongue.
"Ive served many years in the Alliance. Seen more screwed up shits than youd care to know," Thomas smirked, grime on his beige-colored countenance.
"But you''ve never seen the Imperium rise to true power." Dilinur grinned. "With the Moondust Crystal, the Five Realms would soon bend their knees."
"Your Radi-Mon''s built from human flesh. I can tell." Thomas peeked at Flesh Pot, who now sat quietly next to the legionnaires. "There''s nothing too low for the Imperium, now is there?"
"A necessary bane for your Psi Lynxes." Joon-Seok chimed in. "But the Alliance hardly has any right to criticize our methods."
"Say what you like, but I signed up for this job. Liked it, too." Thomas''s baritone voice remained firm as he raised voice, now looking at the soldiers surrounding them. "I''m proud of I''m fighting for! Can you say the same?"
Dilinur could almost feel her heart skip a beat. She could not tell if was a question or a statement.
"Well? You''re going to kill me or what?" Thomas grinned as he turned to meet Dilinur''s gaze defiantly.
"Maa-nik-ya Su-shup-ti," With the flick of her wrist, she invoked the spell in a gentle tone, tendrils of crimson energy snaking from her fingertips towards Thomas.
"What" His eyes widened for a split second before they dulled and his body slumped to the ground, like a marionette severed from its strings.
"Take this man into custody. Monitor his vitals." She order as she lowered her hand.
The Bloodtroopers complied, dragging the unconscious form of Thomas behind them as they made for a tent a distance away, their boots leaving a trail in the moon dust.
"You mean to imprison him?" Joon-Seok''s eyes narrowed.
"Well decide what to do with him once we have the Crystal," she said, her voice brokering no dissent.
Dilinur then turned away. Eyeing the gigantic vault door socketed into the hill ahead of them, she commanded. "Kaori, bring the Engine to bear on the vault door. I want it open."
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Dilinurs gaze remained fixed on the vault door as the Draconic Engines twin reactor cores spun to life. No need to glance back the Engine was always reliable. The faint click and clank of locking mechanisms preceded the hiss of pressurized gas.
The impact was seismic. A blinding flash tore through the valley, followed by a bone-rattling shockwave. The ground trembled violently beneath the explosion as the warhead detonated against the hillside vault door.
But as the smoke billowed and the fire dissipated, the vault door remained steadfast, its ancient surface unmarred.
"Impossible," Dilinur muttered under her breath, the taste of ash bitter on her tongue.
"Not even a scratch? How insulting," Kaoris voice, tinged with exasperation, crackled over the comm. "Surely you can find some magical way to get us through. Right, Lady Prefect?"
A Conjurer approached, his robes dusted with moon soil, his expression grave. "Milady, as our data suggests, there is a riddle upon the door, inscribed in Oracle Bone Script. It requires a correct answer to unlock."
Dilinur sighed, her patience thinning.
"Show me," she commanded, her onyx robe fluttering in the lunar wind, with Joon-Seok walking at her side.
Together, they reached the monolithic barrier, its surface etched with the cryptic language of a bygone era. The Conjurer bowed, his hands trembling slightly as he evaluated the riddle. "On this Door Kaamos, we the followers of the Sand Lotus present to you one riddle. Scribe your response, and the Door shall judge."
"Of course. It''d have to be those religious zealots." Joon-Seok shook his head as he smirked.
"Hardly a surprise." Dilinur sighed as her gaze lingered.
Another Conjurer spoke, her fingers tracing the Oracle Bone Scripts etched on a stone tablet beneath the door. "I have a brother who shines bright. But at night, I am here in your dreams flight. Look up at me when you read the skys map. What is my name, where I follow the stars path?"
"Howquaint," Annoyance flickered across Dilinur''s features, her mind weaving through the syllables. If only the data mentioned the answers tosuch nonsense.
"Enough of this game!" Joon-Seok Pak growled. "The Alliance agents are already in there somewhere, plundering our prize." His hand swept forward, brooking no argument. "Step back. Let me do it."
"Milord!" One Conjurer at the door spoke. "These vault doors were constructed using psionic wards over enchanted regolith. The riddle is the only way."
"Our Imperium was not built on riddles." Joon-Seok waved the Conjurer off, his voice gentle but firm. "Psionic problems require psionic solutions."
"You heard the Prince," Dilinur motioned to her troops. The Conjurers stepped away from the door, yielding space. The Bloodtroopers and Amber-Eyes behind her waited.
Joon-Seok stood alone before the monolith. Raising both hands, his chant began, a guttural symphony as Dilinur noticed the crimson energy forming at his fingertips. "Sanguine majorum meorum. Maledicta terra sub pedibus tuis "
"An Ordovox chant?" One of the Conjurers whispered in awe.
"Sure sounds like one. Alliance agents use it too," another replied.
"That''d explain it! Prince Pak received his education in England. I heard he even courted local royalty while he was there!" a female Conjurer added.
"So the rumors are true? The Prince has a thing for Unblooded women?" Another Conjurer chimed in.
"Enough chit-chat," Dilinur silenced their gossiping by turning around and pointing a finger at them sternly.
And then, more of the foreign chant unfurled from Joon-Seoks lips, crimson droplets materialized, coalescing into a downpour of blood energies that bathed the vault door. "Mors tua sine dignitate erit. Timor solus memorabitur, etiam in morte "
The air grew thick with power, the scent of iron and ozone mingling. Dilinur watched, transfixed, as the arcane deluge ate away at the stone surface, its relentless assault reducing centuries of artistry to rubble.
"Stellae te consumant omnes!" Joon-Seok finished his chant as he lowered his hands, a heavy sigh escaping his lips.
The door crumbled, surrendering under the ferocity of Joon-Seok''s will, leaving behind a gaping maw that beckoned them into darkness unknown.
Shocked, Dilinur''s lips parted but no word came from them.
Behind her, the Bloodtroopers and Amber-Eyes erupted in a deafening roar of triumph. Their voices rang out like a chorus of thunder, reverberating through the valley as fists were thrust into the air, and weapons clanged in exuberant rhythm. The clamor of victory surged through the ranks, a tide of fervor that swelled with every cheer.
Snapping back to reality, Dilinur turned, her posture commanding as her voice cut through the frenzy. "Forward! The Moondust Crystal is ours!"
"Onward! For the Imperium!" A voice from the crowd shouted, a battle cry taken up by the rest, until it was a wave of sound crashing upon the remnants of the shattered door.
The scarlet-clad warriors, emboldened, surged forward with purpose, their previously disciplined march now a fevered charge. Their footfalls thundered across the ground, armor clanking in concert as they stormed toward the Vault interior, Thermal Battleaxes and Kinetic Crossbows raised high.
Dilinur watched them go, her lips curling into a satisfied smile, savoring the moment before she too strode forward.
"You don''t expect me to drive this Engine into that, do you, Prefect?" Kaori''s voice interrupted through the comm system.
"Power off your tank, Kaori. Join my troopers," Dilinur ordered, casting a brief glance back at the Draconic Engine.
"As you wish," Kaori replied, bringing her crimson vehicle to a halt a few meters behind.
As another rumbling approached, Dilinur turned to direct the monstrous creature squatting before her. "Flesh Pot, sit and guard the Engine. Let none lay a finger on it."
"Yes, Prefect," Flesh Pot''s towering, hairless form bowed before sitting down next to the powered-off siege tank like an obedient puppy.
In the distance, a small squad of soldiers from her army marched towards her: seven Bloodtroopers and five Amber-Eyes. Team Hound had returned.
"Prefect. Weve completed our scan of the area. No more enemies," The Amber-Eye reported, her voice steady despite the gusts of wind tossing her knotted hair.
"Good. Stay and guard the entrance." Dinu commanded, pointing to the ground.
But suddenly, something emerged in the distance.
Dilinur''s sharp gaze caught movement in the dark sky. High above the battlefield, a luminous creature soared, its body covered in vibrant purple fur that shimmered under the pale lunar light. The delicate wings beat steadily, leaving a trail of iridescent particles in its wake. The creature''s golden compound eyes, glinting with a mysterious intelligence, locked onto her troops position for the briefest moment.
"Is that a new Radi-Mon?" Dilinur murmured, her voice low, more to herself than to anyone around her. The insectoid form resembled a giant bee, hovering effortlessly despite the thin atmosphere.
Before she could speak again, the creature vanished, disappearing into the depths of the night sky as swiftly as it had appeared, leaving only a faint shimmer in its wake.
But there was no time for distractions. She shook her head, pushing the image of the strange beast from her mind.
"Is everything alright, Lady Prefect?" A Bloodtrooper asked through his helmet.
"It was nothing. Attend to your duties," She stepped forward, drawn not to the breach but to the man before her.
"Need more Aether," Joon-Seok''s shoulders slumped, the vigor of his spellcasting ebbing into the ether as he exhaled long and hard. He retrieved a vial from the depths of his pocket, its contents shimmering like captured starlight liquid blue and ethereal. The Indra-Sprite swirled within its glass confines as he uncorked the vial, tilting it to his lips with hands that trembled lightly.
Dilinur moved towards him, her stride purposeful yet laden with an unspoken tenderness. Her hand found the curve of his waist, fingertips whispering over the fabric of his uniform in a tacit inquiry, "Are you alright, Joon-Seok?"
But Joon-Seok''s reaction was not the solace she sought. He shrugged off her touch, stepping away with a sudden remoteness that hung heavy between them.
"They would never understand," he muttered, his gaze averted, leaving their connection frayed at the edges. "The Weight of Phoenix''s Blood. The Price of Dragon''s Lineage. A World Most Pure is a World without the Dulled."
"Was that the Blood Rain Aria you chanted, milord?" she asked, feeling her heart sink.
"Look at those peasants charging into the Vault. The Dulled Ones with their brutish weapons and firearms, achieving merely a fraction of what we could." he replied before a sigh. For a moment, there was no telling which were his own words. "We psions need not share the same air as them. Yet somehowwe must."
"Iunderstand," Dilinur retracted her hand as though scorched by the chill of his demeanor. The triumph that should have soared within her now lay subdued.
"What I meant was...I will join you shortly," Joon-Seok shook his head as placed a strong but delicate hand to his temple.
"Yes. Please take your time," Her chest rose and fell with a breath. She turned away, her formality doing little to quell the disquiet gnawing at her soul.
But that could wait. The only thing that mattered was securing the Moondust Crystal, by any means necessary.
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Guys, I''m so excited to share these news with you.
Netflix has just acquired the rights to Nucleus and will begin production with Jackie Chan (made 30 years younger via AI production) playing Xin and Sydney Sweeny as Lorna. John Boyega has been cast as Jabari.
AND, due to overwhelming demand, I''ve decided to pivot the series into a romantic cooking slice-of-life. Chapter 44 onwards will feature Xin and Lorna attending a baking competition while Dilinur judges their croissants.
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Okay, on a serious note, Chapter 43 will be coming in an hour or so. It will be the last chapter in the daily release phase, and after that, we''ll be transitioning to a more relaxed release schedule (an announcement will be made later this week).
So, I''ll see you in Chapter 43!
Ch43 Xin XII: Echoes and Fragrances
66:05, Day 578, Year 58133
Pilgrims Cavern, Shashvat Ananda (?????? ?????), the Realm of Eternal Bliss
Consciousness seeped into Xin, dragging him from the void''s embrace. Groggily, his eyes fluttered open, lids sticky with a tangible dread. The world was a haze of violet and sepia, a sickly sweet scent ensnaring his senses, as he lay face down on something soft yet repulsive an organic creep whose color defied nature.
Xin pushed himself up, his palms sinking slightly into the spongy surface, recoiling at its touch. He scanned the cave, its gray stone walls swathed in the same grotesque matter, dimly lit by bioluminescent growths that pulsed ominously above. They surrounded an opening through which a muted light trickled. A cruel reminder: they had fallen.
Silence did little to soothe Xin''s racing heart. He staggered to his feet, each breath an effort in the cloying miasma. Then he saw them Lorna and Emmanuel, sprawled on their backs, faces serene against the creeping violet. Panic lanced through him; he lurched toward Lorna, her blonde hair fanning out like a golden halo tainted by the creep.
"Lorna," Xin whispered, his voice cracking as he knelt beside her. "Wake up." He trailed a hesitant finger above her jawline.
Her eyelids fluttered, revealing icy orbs that held a universe of indifference.
"Let''s go home," he implored, the words catching in his throat. "There has to be a way from whatever this is."
Lorna''s lips curled into a languid smile, yet her body remained still. "It feels... so nice here, Xin," she murmured, her voice a ghostly thread as the bioluminescent light shone on contours of her rosewood visage. "Let me sleep."
"Please, Lorna, lets go home. Its not safe here. Lorna?" he tried again, softer this time, but her eyes had already closed, surrendering once more.
His gaze shifted to Emmanuel, lying motionless but for the gentle rise and fall of his chest.
"Emmanuel? You still there?" Xin ran towards the Maridian and hissed, urgency lacing his voice.
Before him, Emmanuel stirred. His eyes fluttered open, and within seconds, his battle-hardened instincts kicked in. He bolted upright, shoulders squared, legs braced. His hands instinctively went to the Kinetic SMG slung across his back.
"Right. We fell through that gravity well thingy, and now this," With a practiced motion, Emmanuel brought the gun into his grip, the weapon humming to life with an almost imperceptible vibration. Its sleek, white-blue chassis gleamed faintly in the eerie light of the cave, the transparent chamber on the side glowing with quantum blue energy. Emmanuel''s fingers traced the curve of the trigger as he adjusted his stance, the guns stock pressing snugly against his shoulder. "Any idea where we are? Somewhere close to the Moondust Crystal?"
"Truth be told, Id leave the Crystal behind for a way out of here," Xin''s heart hammered in his chest as he quipped.
The air thickened with tension as dark shapes crawled from the shadows. Hoverbike-sized monstrosities with slick, glistening skin like wet slate circled them, their limbs moving with a sickening grace. Segmented bodies, like armored beetles stretched unnaturally long, slithered forward, each creature''s exoskeleton glinting under the cavern''s dim bioluminescence. Razor-sharp legs clicked against the spongy ground, their tips resembling obsidian spikes ready to impale anything in their path.
Their insectoid heads, crowned with a pulsing violet carapace, held rows upon rows of needle-like teeth, dripping with a viscous, luminous slime. As they drew closer, the low, rumbling growls emanating from their throats reverberated through the cave, sending a primal shiver down Xin''s spine. Two sets of glowing, violet eyes blinked in eerie synchronization atop their malformed heads.
"Theyve got some unique Radi-Mons down here," Emmanuel commented, his baritone voice steady despite the encroaching creatures. "Ready to deal with these fuckers the SIMU way?"
Lets do it. Xin nodded, his fingers itching for his 10mm Magnum as he reached inside his puffer jacket.
He drew the gun from its holster, the weapons polished green alloy frame gleaming along its barrel. He pressed his thumb to the activation button near the trigger guard, and the gun made a soft vibration that coursed through his palm.
But as Xin took aim at one of the Radi-Mons, something slithered behind the pillars, Something long.
And as Xin turned around, that''s when it emerged a giant, eyeless worm with violet skin and a long mouth filled with razor-sharp teeth.
"Cease your struggles, Sol people," the worm spoke in a low feminine voice, her rough tone crawling across Xin''s skin like a caress wrapped in barbed wire. "My Jalraks will escort you to our nearest nest."
"You can speak our language?" Xins muscles tensed.
"I am Tanha, a Sk?muc gardening this realm for our great Primarch," Tanha''s voice resonated through the cavern, the timbre low yet seductive despite her terrifying form.
"Primarch? You mean Skarn?" Xin''s breath hitched, an instinctive part of him refusing the undercurrent of her demand.
"No," the worm replied as she slithered closer, towering over both Xin and Emmanuel before tilting her head down. "If you seek to enter our Realm, you must undergo Parksha?a C the TastingC to determine if youre friend or foe."
"Tasting, huh?" Emmanuel echoed, the edge in his voice laced with apprehension. "And if we refuse?"
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"Refusal is unwise, and frankly, unnecessary," Tanha replied, her tone laced with an unexpected casualness. "Unlike the brutish Fenris, the Rakshasa Horde has ways to make your assimilation comfortable and painless."
The monsters Jalraks, she had called them closed in, their dripping maws painting the violet creep with saliva.
Right. Assimilation. Not exactly tempting, Xin knew they were likely outmatched, outnumbered. But he straightened his form. Surrender was not an option when Lornas life was on the line.
"But it is curious," Tanha mused, her voice a sibilant hiss. "The Miasma weaves more potently on Valorans. Your Imperial and Maridian flesh seems... resistant."
"I dont believe you can see who - what we are," Xin said incredulously.
"I cannot see well in my worm form, but your scent gives it away," Tanha slithered closer to him. "It reveals where you were born, what you''ve been eating, even who you''ve been intimate with."
Xin''s eyes swept over Lorna, fear knotting in his stomach as he saw the violet creep spreading across her body. It had engulfed her hands, tangled in her golden hair, and wrapped around her legs in a possessive embrace. Her eyes remained shut as the creep crept up the wings of her trench coat.
"Let her go!" Xin demanded as his attention returned to Tanha, the 10mm Magnum unflinching in his steady grip. His heart hammered against his ribs.
Emmanuel mirrored Xin''s defiance, his Kinetic SMG leveled at the looming worm-creature, muscles taut beneath his armor. "Release Lorna, or face the consequences," he intoned.
"What consequences? Do you see how many Jalraks I have under my command?" Tanha tilted her serpentine head.
"Emmanuel, Id fight. Are you with me?" he said, holding his 10mm Magnum, eyes never leaving the monstrous visage of Tanha.
"To the last!" Emmanuel echoed as he held his own gun, his white combat armor dented but his posture unwavering.
Xins Omni-drone, Pawan, whirred to life and zipped from his pocket, appendages whirling with readiness. The green glow of its core pulsated with urgency as it positioned itself for combat.
They formed a protective ring around the unconscious Lorna, backs to her, facing outward.
"Then let it be so," Tanha declared, as though she relished the challenge.
The Jalraks circled, salivating for violence as they converged, a cacophony of hisses and clicks echoing off the walls.
Xin growled under his breath, each pull of the trigger sending rounds tearing into chitinous hides. The air was thick with the iron tang of blood and the sickly sweet miasma that permeated the cave. He trusted the familiar heft of his 10mm Magnum, its AI-assisted targeting system synched to his neural rhythms, guiding his shots.
"Ah-dee-kahn-foh Baw-lah-eh!" Beside him, Emmanuel stood unyielding, locs lashing like whips as he cast Lunar psionic spells with one hand and sprayed SMG fire with the other. Blue-tinged energy arced from his fingertips, scorching the air and leaving Jalraks convulsing in their wake.
Above them, Pawan hovered amidst the fray. Its healing beam a stream of Medi-Vaps cerulean mist descended upon Xin, knitting together flesh and spirit.
The Omni-drone then interposed itself between a slavering Jalrak and Lorna''s vulnerable form.
Sweat beaded on Xin''s forehead as he continued the fight, his heart thudding with a singular focus: protect Lorna at all costs, while he could still draw breath and fire. But then, the pistol clicked empty, its grip feeling lighter than usual.
As Xin reloaded with swift motions, a monstrous shape barreled towards Emmanuel. Tanha in her worm-like form, her maw gaping, lunged.
But Emmanuel was even faster, his body bending to the rhythm of his leap. He sidestepped the behemoth, his Kinetic SMG sliding through three Jalraks accompanying their mistress before firing on Tanha''s flesh. Black ichor oozed to the ground, and Tanha recoiled with a guttural snarl that shook the very air.
"Is that all you''ve got?" Emmanuel taunted with a smirk on his ebony face.
Bodies of the Jalraks lay strewn across the cavern floor, their violet eyes dimming like dying stars. Amidst the carnage, Tanha stood, her colossal worm-form casting an ominous shadow over Xin and Emmanuel. Xin''s chest heaved as he stood between Lorna and the worm.
"Take one more step, and it''ll be your last," Xin growled, resolution in his voice.
"There really is no need. Let me show you," Tanhas worm form began to shudder, segments of her sinuous body folding inward. A metamorphosis unfolded before their eyes, flesh melting and reshaping with an unsettling fluidity. The towering monstrosity gave way to an ethereal figure the naked outline of a woman, her curvaceous body lilac-hued.
"Emmanuel...you see this too?" Xin murmured, a warning laced with awe.
Her transformation complete, Tanha stepped forward, human in shape yet alien in essence. Her sizable breasts swayed hypnotically, untethered by gravity or modesty. Dark purple hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing her face and the violet glow of her eyes that pierced the gloom. "Do you smell it? The Miasma emanating from me?"
"Oh God," Emmanuel whispered, his voice betraying an edge of fascination.
Xin''s heart raced against his ribcage, his primal instincts in sync with the drumbeat of his pulse. He found himself unable to look away, enchanted by the seductive sway of their opponents ample curves and the raw femininity radiating from her pastel light purple skin.
"No, no, no, we must focus," he muttered to himself, but the words had lost their meaning in the haze of her presence. "Buddha, keep me grounded!"
The Miasma clung to her, sweet aroma emanating from her sweating skin. As Xin''s gaze trailed lower, he saw the vine-like appendages emerging from the folds of her womanhood, slithering with purpose. They coiled around her hips, forming a semblance of undergarments, a botanical facade of modesty.
"Beautiful, isn''t she?" Tanha''s voice slid through the air, a sultry timbre that resonated with the cave''s whispers. A sly smile curled the corners of her mouth as she advanced.
"This is a trick," Xin managed, the taste of her scent clouding his thoughts, his resolve waning as he met Tanhas gaze. But his grip on the Magnum loosened. "This has to be a trick"
Tanhas dark full lips parted. Her forked tongue, black as the void between stars, slithered out and caressed his cheek with an unsettling tenderness. A shudder rippled through Xin, an involuntary response as her saliva traced a wet path down his skin.
"Just let it happen," Tanha purred, her tone velvet laced with venom, her breath a heady mix. "Let go."
Xins intuition screamed for action, his heart clamoring for Lorna''s safety, yet his limbs felt distant, disconnected.
Then, the world shattered in an instant of feral delight reflected in Tanha''s violet eyes. Her grin was a flash of white teeth before her slender arm, deceptive in its lithe grace, smashed into Xin''s face with an impact that resonated through his skull.
Pain exploded behind his eyes, a starburst of agony as his vision tunneled into darkness.
The last sensation was the sickly purple creep covering the ground rushing up to meet him, a nauseating embrace colder than Tanha''s touch that followed the thud of his body.
Schedule Update: Moving to Phase 2 & Beyond
Hey Nucleus readers!
So, this was indicated on the blurb when you began reading, but as we just went past the end of Phase 1 (daily releases), I wanted to comfirm some updates on our publishing schedule moving forward. I''ve been looking at what makes for sustainable, long-term success on Royal Road, so I''m making some adjustments to ensure Nucleus can continue growing while maintaining quality.
Here''s the plan:
Phase 2 (Chapters 44-60)
- Three chapters per week: Tuesday, Friday, and Sunday
- Same release times: 11am ET / 8am PT / 5pm CEST
Phase 3 (Chapter 61 onwards)
- Two chapters per week: Tuesday and Friday
- Same release times as before
This means Season 1 should be concluding sometime in 2026, leaving enough time for me to properly draft Season 2 (planned Feb 7, 2027).
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Act Breaks
- One-week break between major Acts (for instance, there will be one such break when Act 2 ends on Ch60)
- These natural pauses will give everyone (including me!) a chance to breathe and process the story developments
- I''ll always announce specific return dates so you know exactly when new chapters are coming
Interludes
- Will appear as surprise bonus content outside the regular schedule
- Think of these as unexpected treats between regular chapters!
This gradual transition from daily chapters to a more measured pace will help us all adjust while keeping the story momentum going. It also ensures I can maintain the quality and depth you''ve come to expect from Nucleus without burning out.
I''m grateful for your support during Phase 1''s daily release marathon. The comments and reviews have really helped!
This new schedule strikes a balance between regular updates and sustainable writing that will carry us through all 150 chapters of Season 1.
As always, I love discussing the characters and world with you all, so keep those comments and theories coming.
See you in the next chapter,
Vel W