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Dak Sacchev is at the southern pole of the Valenian Star.
His mighty senses have alerted him to the damage it is causing to the firmament of the Einsteinian Reality. As a creature very much part of this continuum Sacchev can feel the bonds of reality start to snap. When the group of Legionnaires had left the 'Stroid with him he had asked he be given room to work. None had asked why though all had wondered.
He closes his eyes for a few seconds, calming his immense heart, briefly sending his praises to his beloveds out along personal telepathic networks and he turns his great broad blue face to the erupting invasion from the Valenian Realm.
He opens his mouth, stretching his oak like neck muscles as his jaw widens beyond the norm. Like a boa constrictor devouring prey Dak Sacchev’s jaws split wide and from his throat discharges a mighty stream of power. The Universal force of Gravity itself, channelled through his Martian mutant frame.
It had been thought by the Beings of the Milky Way that Dak Sacchev repulsing the White Triangle fleet from Sol Space in the Rage Zone War was the most spectacular sight that they would ever witness. As the immense cosmic force rips through his mighty body and out through his mouth into the unnatural star above him it is seen to flinch, ripples cascading from the impact point of Sacchev's attack and slowly it stops its frightening expediential growth into this Reality. Dak Sacchev twitches and shakes as the gravitation power of this section of the galaxy flows through his impressive physique. Nancams and eyespys that had followed the mighty Martian to this point record him in action as he alters the growth of a star!
Dak Sacchev, long lauded as a Meta wolf in sheep’s clothing by the Talking Heads of the Galaxy wide Media proves that the definitions of 'heroic' and ‘awesome’ are still open to expansion.
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The Kenroshi do not attack the Grand Invaders.
The Starsailors are slowly forming a line around the Valenian Star. Their gossamer wings of aurora light dance and entwine, stretching out for many dozens of miles around each one.
There are over 12,000 of the Kenroshi Starsailors around the star within ten minutes of it bursting through the intra dimensional walls. There had never been such a concentration of their kind recorded before. To many Beings of the Milky Way stories of sightings of them have been treated with scorn normally reserved for ghost stories. There was no doubting their existence now.
Along open telepathway channels there are queries, disbelief and accusations as the gathering aloof space gods appear to be forming a line, dancing around their opponent. Any support that the attacking Legion forces expected from the Kenroshi is soon forgotting as the Starsailors continue to form their bizarre ring along the equator of the Valenian Star, seemingly unperterbed by the incredible scenes of violence and death around them.
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Aboard Legion ‘Stroid Snaija Patel, Mega, has just reached the Ambassadorial Level.
“Enri, what the squajj is going on?”
Her comrade and good friend from the Imskian Leviathons looks awe-struck as he turns from the info-skin where he, the assembled dignitaries and the fast tracked cadets are following the cosmic battle outside.
Snaija looks quickly to the screen and gasps as it dawns on her what they have to contend with. The icons representing the many Legionnaires are slowly winking out as they fall before the overpowering force of the Grand Invaders.
“Oh Gods of my ancestors, what the freckin’ hell are we going to do?”
“Snaija, these ambassadors must be kept safe but I have a job for you. Kid Mental and Triple cubed are organising our resistance from the CCC Deck, the Titan Net representatives are keeping the Telepathways open and steady… I need you to round up whoever is left onboard, station crew, cadets on sleep shift, Kord blatchin’ Das himself if you can, and bring them here. I’ve given the AI Bubblejacks orders to increase our structural integrity and channel any excess power into the Ambassadors Force Fields.With Hor Elli at the Daxam Fleet..”
An AI Bubblejack voice interrupts Enri Longtan as he tells Snaija his plan.
“Snaija Patel, the H’dritki translation is complete, are you ready to receive?”
“What? Oh, be quick.”
Enri gives her a curious glance as they both turn to the small floating disc that serves as the remote to the ‘Stroid linked Artificial Intelligence Bubblejack facility.
“The H’dritki 4D dance translated as a primary repeating series of ‘When all else is lost We keep now true.’ ”
Enri and Snaija exchange long glances. Neither say it but both are chilled by the message from the usually stand offish Warrior Drones.
“Okay, so the bugs are losing it,” Snaija doesn’t believe it and she can see that Enri doesn’t either but he nods in agreement with her as she speaks, “So Hor is off arranging the Daxamite support then, good, I was beginning to worry where he was. Can I take a cadet Enri, there’s a lot of ‘Stroid to search.”
“Take Blackout and Gannet.” He turns to the group of ambassadors and Cadets smiling with professional ease, “Gentle Beings, I’ve asked Snaija to secure the ‘Stroid… GRIFE! What was that?”
Over head through the many levels of clear force fields protecting the Ambassadorial Suite they see the wrecked remains of a Khund Dragon hunting warship clip the outer edge of the ‘Stroid and bounce into space trailing debris from it’s shattered hull. It looks as if it had been twisted and torn apart by an angry giant child in a moment of tantrum. They could all see there would be little chance of finding survivors aboard such a wreck.
The Winathian twins are the first to speak, both shouting over the other. The Titan Net Questioners, normally so calm and serene looked spooked. Enri turns to Snaija, “Go now, get everyone you can and bring them up here. Hurry Snaija!”
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The Daxam Northern Arm Fleet are quick to respond to the erupting Valenian Star.
Within minutes there are over nine hundred Space Rangers in action around it. Their strength, speed, invulnerability and ability to project vast bursts of thermal energies from their eyes make them a valuable ally to the Legion in this battle. Still they are killed by the score as the AU long tongues of energy whip out from the new star. It takes a Daxamite nearly four seconds to die amid the valenian Star's energies. A torturously painful long four seconds.
On board the Command Ship Hor Elli’s trial has been suspended and he has been placed under ship arrest until the battle is decided. Commander Hor Elli is a proud man but he is also intelligent enough to know that if he is seen to resist his arrest his chances of ever being released are minuscule. He thanks Fri Ovid as he is escorted from the Chief Space Marshal’s office. The Chief Space Marshal is too busy coordinating his forces to notice.
Along Legion band telepathways Hor Elli can hear what is happening outside of the behemothic Warship. He resists the impuls to send a message to Snaija telling her that he is safe. Such actions would be severely punished. Instead he opens his Tpathway up to receive a wide band of incoming messages.
It sounds like the Legion, for all it’s incredible might, has been decimated.
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As the battle rages in the Einsteinian Reality the Firstfooters of McCuiloloa Major turn their attentions to other realms.
The Amber Man has spoken to each of them. The great Totem of this people has never summoned them all directly like this before, and of the fifty one surviving Firstfooters only two have actually heard His voice before. None are surprised or question the legitimacy of His request.
The Scots-Mauri folk had long had intra-dimensional awareness. It was a racial skill. With the Amber Man’s return to His amphitheatre on the Stonehaven island He had boosted His devout followers abilities. They had seen it as a sign of His blessing and as their homeworld was restored to it's former stark glory by the Legion they had practiced and trained in their increased abilities. With the enhanced intradimensional skills came a stronger bond with their race's living god. They had hidden their enhanced skills when the Legion had come calling for their aid, their Soulsinger had told them that while they must be seen to support Kord Das's organisation they were to keep their true support for their Cosmic Totem. None had questioned her motives as they pretended to aid the Legion.
The Soulsinger, Wee Eavey Hakkawolla had been destroyed by the Valenian Realm’s Life as it evacuated it’s own dimension. Each of the millions of fragments of her held a small portion of the Amber Man’s essence. Each was a seed note of His Universal Song. The Amber Man gave his followers the task to follow and locate the many fragments of Wee Eavy. He did not want them to return or reunite the fragments, He only wished to know where they were.
The Firstfooter’s joined in an ancient hymn as they stepped through the intra-dimensional buffer zones, their enhanced senses giving them clear warning of dangerous fracture breaches and tears in the fabric of reality caused by the Valenian realm’s attack on the Einsteinian reality.
Many of these seed notes were found quickly, within nearby intra-dimensional spaces. With each discovery the finder would hear the Amber Man’s Song acknowledging the discovery.
Still the Firstfooter’s searched amongst the over lapping intra dimensional layers.
Their god had spoken and if need be they would continue to search until all the stars died and the Arch of Time crumbled.
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As the news of the Grand Invaders huge attack into the Einsteinian Reality reached the NuUP the High Council issued a galaxy wide alert, initiating the Talokean Protocols.
On many systems not damaged by the great rents in the space Time Continuum core workers – governmental administrators, community leaders, the entrepreneurial, wealthy, movers and shakers, and essential Beings with adequate training and know how in warfare and planetary rebuilding - were evacuated to secure locations recently constructed within the depths of planetary mantles. The protocols put into action covertly after the Talokean resistance had been introduced by Kord Das to the NuUP government helped save millions of lives.
At least three dozen systems within the NuUP were damaged by the intra-dimensional invasions cracking of the physical laws that guided this realities firmament.
Hojar, so recently freed from a Grand Invader attack was destroyed as their binary stars erupted with unpredictable fury.
The triple suns around which the Carggg Confederation were based simply died. Although it would take years for their energies to dissipate fully there were immediate effects as the system cooled and gravity was disrupted.
With a random colossal shift in gravitation tides Ertaaa Primus, the colossal Jovian world at the outreaches of the Faradon system, was easily ripped into a million pieces. The system was witness to spectacular meteor showers as the three occupied planets were overwhelmed by fragments of the former world.
The Dominion was hit hard after a black hole, previously slightly smaller than a pin hole and well documented in the navigational charts, expanded within minutes to rip the atmosphere from Elia and causing many long dormant magma pits to erupt. The Hivecities were unprepared and irreparably damaged, killing most of the ruling caste. It would be many generations before they recovered their culture enough to be confident to try to reclaim their place as a major galactic empire again.
Aleph cracked along planetary tectonic plates. Forty five percent of the population were dead within minutes.
Strivastrava Iv flew out of orbit from Imsk, destroying much of the Irulan systems needed crops. The gravity wake on Imsk shattered a continent and created a mega tsunami that raced accross the Inland Sea, destroying several cities, killing thousands.
Korbal exploded as a ripple within the continuum resulted in disruptions to the principles of gravity.
Pluto’s long stable magnetic field suddenly flipped, all Human stock living and working there were lost. The Oort cloud around Sol was disturbed and a meteor shower rained inwards towards the other habitated planets.
The pulsar F'Tchaadfur in the Khundian Empire collapses in on itself, creating a black hole that will rip through the Empire in the centuries to come.
These and a thousand other stories of unnatural stellar events were common place. The very Laws of Reality had been warped and damaged.
On Oa at the centre of the Einsteinian Universe the twelve Guardians link hands before the Original Green Lantern Battery and begin to pour their god-like energies into the awesome task of re-knitting the Laws of Reality.
Four of them die in the process.
All the while, the Valenian Realm’s Life, the reason for these incredible occurrences was fighting a slowly diminishing Legion for it’s place in the Einsteinian Reality.
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Amongst the mighty Beasts is the shape changer known at this time as Lady Reptilla. The Lady Reptilla identity is far from the first that this Being has assumed in many centuries of life.
Nearly fifty years ago this Being was approached by the Sol Governments Psi-corporation and very politely asked if they could have samples of DNA to experiment upon. They tried to sell the idea by giving big talk about the role of cloning in health, the use of Meta genes to promote radical pharmaceuticals, the race amongst the many competing systems of the Milky Way to protect their Peoples from viruses like the Creeping Dram and the White Triangle Mutagreen Virus. The Psi-corporation were shielded against telepathic scans, though not sufficiently to stop a small thought leaking out.
The sales pitch was a lie.
The Sol Governing Authority wanted to create an army of powerful meta-Beings.
Over the next fourteen years this Being was approached a total of eight hundred and eighty one times. Sometimes indirectly through acquaintances who had ‘heard from someone’, or directly by various representatives from diverse offices within the Sol Governing Authority.
While the Authority were not powerful enough to force this Being into voluntary service they applied emotional blackmail (“How would you feel if you knew that a disaster could have been avoided if only you had..”), offers of great financial support (“Your work in the Tharis Basin Slums would receive considerable support if only you would allow us to..”) and veiled threats (“Of course we could not guarantee continued Media support to your many projects if it were seen that you did not..”).
These alarming incidents ultimately led to this Being retreating from public life. After almost fifteen hundred years of being an established meta hero for the Sol system this did not sit well.
After two Martian years meditating upon the issue the Lady Reptilla identity was created to help keep the spying Sol Authorities from intruding yet also allow the life’s mission to ease the suffering of the many Beings alive on Mars to continue. It took a further five years before it was ready. With powerful natural telepathic skills blocking out intrusive psionics and versatile shape changing abilities the identity of Lady Reptilla was born. Convincing Rocket Joe, a greedy Terran meta who coincidentally joined the Sol Defence League at the same time, to cooperate with the façade had helped seal it.
Twenty nine years, seven moths and a few days later, while amongst the Great Dragon Herd J’onn J'onzz the Martian Manhunter decided it was time to drop the act and start saving lives.
Damn the politicians and warmongerers!
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Cheshire prowls across Widdid Spood’s shoulders.
The Durlan Green Lantern is battling a flickering spear of Valenian energy nearly two thirds of an AU long. As needle like spays of the intra dimensional star burst out at him Cheshire pushes the limits of his abilities and phase shifts them slightly out of synch with the Einsteinian Reality.
Using this strategy the Valenian attack passes them by again and again. Widdid Spood continues in his monumental battle without pause, slowly forcing the attacking tongue of energy back into the star that birthed it.
Nothing is said between them, both trust the other to do their duty to the best of their ability as they concentrate on the task at hand.
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Helen of Thermyscira holds Zoe’s hand.
Zoe Saugin is unconscious in her quarters, wrapped in a swirling curtain od magical flickering light.
Helen had only really gotten to know Zoe on their recent mission to persuade the Great Dragon Herds to join Kord Das’s Legion. Still, the Amazonian had felt there was a decent friendship budding between them. The ancient sorceress had lived for half a thousand years. She was gregarious, wise and laughed long and loud. Helen admired the gentle strength and calming air that she projected without having to speak. Zoe Saugin was also legendary for her bravery and courage when in the face of over whelming odds. Helen wished she was awake to give the Legion support right now as the Cruiser dodged the Valenian Attack.
Helen of Thermyscira says a prayer to Mother Hera and Father Zeus begging for her fellow Legionnaire to awaken unhurt.
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Clear Skies Coming leads another great swooping attack against the Valenian Star. His people are armed with Silver Therm Blades, Heinian Spears, pulse mines, cosmic awareness and a strength of belief unmatched by those unaware of the True Path of Life.
Of the 1,326 Freetraders who had followed Silver Crow to join the Legion ‘Stroid flotilla 388 had died in the first ten minutes of the Battle. The Valenian Stars initial terrifying rate of growth and damage it had made to the Great Plain of the Einsteinian Reality had taken even the survivors of Starhaven’s incredible cosmic senses by surprise.
Dak Sacchev, the gravity wielding Martian godling had managed to stop the unholy star’s growth. The Freetraders could sense the power he was channelling in order to give the Legion a chance. They would not let him down, they would fight this intra-dimensional abomination until their last breath. With their senses they could tell that every blow they struck was felt. The Valenian invader was unused to the sensations of the Einsteinian Reality, though this would surely not always be the case.
While they had even this slight advantage the Freetraders swooped, attacked, retreated then repeated the cycle in long graceful arcs.
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Kord Das is beyond anything as primitive as sensation. He simply IS.
Attached to the Legion ‘Stroid AI Network his mental facilities expanded beyond the parameters set by the Coluan Council many years ago. At the age of four, when his father was first posted to Colu as the Naltori ambassador young Kord was tested for six days by the Coluan Educational Committee before they gave him a Tenth Level Potential rating. His family was especially proud as his father had only reached an Eighth Rating when tested. Eril Das had Seen his son would be a powerful political force in years to come so encouraged Kord to work hard and learn everything he could.
The Coluan Educational system for off-worlders was slightly different than for natives. While many hundreds of generations of gene tailoring and nanotech infusions had given the Coluan indigene an almost instinctive grasp of computing algorithms it could be extremely difficult for non Coluans.
Kord Das was given the nanotech infusions and encouraged to learn the Coluan information processing abilities that had earned them the legend of being living computers. He flourished and blossomed and learned. His natural aptitudes toward the scientific were encouraged and enhanced. His social skills and natural charisma were groomed and bloomed.
Eril Das was more proud of his son than he would have ever imagined.
Still, even as a potential Tenth Level, Kord Das wanted more. He understood that there had only ever been one ‘Brainiac’ – twelfth level, from outside the Coluan System. He wanted desperately to be the second. And so he trained and learned and pushed himself to progress.
The Rating System that the Coluans used is not a simple stepping progress. Much like how sound measured in decibels is not a straight line. For instance, if one were to increase a sound by ten decibels from, say 40 Db to 50Db the listener would hear the loudness double. At first glance this appears nonsensical until one understands that loudness is a perceived quantity. In the Coluan Rating System intelligence (as understood by the Coluans) is also a perceived quantity. This may appear to be illogical to one not used to the Coluan System. All intelligence ratings on Colu are rated relative to the previous rating. To progress one must been seen to have understood and expanded considerably upon the previous level. To continue in a musical vein, one must be a proficient musician to play a viola in concert, though to write a symphony one would have an understanding of the sound potential and limitations of the single instrument and expand upon this to include the other musical factors that the full orchestra could bring. The Rating system of Colu could be seen as similar to this.
Kord Das, with his considerable Tenth Level intelligence knows to artificially boost his Rating by incorporating the AI network of the Legion ‘Stroid is akin to playing the Viola with a pre-composed backing tape. The sound may be grand but one cannot rightfully claim to be the composer.
Still, within the AI neural network that engulfs the ‘Stroid he is floating, trying to control the many thousand of levels of information and intelligence. As a Tenth Level mind in control of the mighty Artificial Intelligences sewn up within the ‘Stroid artificially boosting his mental capacities Kord Das computes the outcome he wanted would be as definite as a basset hound gaining access to a Green Lantern Ring so it could hunt for a thrown stick.
He is certain that like the Green Lantern Basset he would have no problems finding the solution to his current problems with his newly enhanced abilities. For all of his considerable mental prowess Kord Das cannot know everything so it is not surprising that sometimes it is the small details, easily overlooked, that can unravel a highly imaginative and complex plan.
Kord Das is about to learn a valuable life lesson, best summed up by the childish chant of "You ain't as smart as you think you are!"
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Glorion Grundy and his hitchhiker, the NowYouSeeMeNowYouDon’t Beetle are in the Legion Cruiser main docking bay.
The energy form of the timespun Tamaran Princess had been captured in the Cruiser’s Tractor Field allowing them to pull her slowly into the ship.
Abbi had made a ship wide telepathic announcement informing Helen of Thermyscira that she may want to make her way down to the docking bay to help Glorion.
They were unsure of what to expect when they finally brought the Princess on board. ………………..
Triple Storm of Carggg is telekinetic.
He earned his nickname when his prodigious abilities surfaced as he wrecked any place with random violent eruptions of invisible force. He wanted to be called Poltergeist; that would have been a far more interesting name. Storm stuck, and once he earned his Triple title, as a fully fledged member of the Planetary Peoples Protectorate he got used to the misnomer and over time grew to appreciate it.
Right now his three selves are being beaten back by the edge of a three AU long finger of intra-dimensional might. White and Blue have both been hurt in skirmishes with the Valenian Star so Red is forced to provide the attack as his two selves maintain a tight force field around them.
All three feel sick to the stomach after failing to stop a gung-ho group of Daxamite Space Rangers with a Green Lantern and a couple of Vegan Wandering Stars from being smashed apart only seconds before.
They only have the power left to protect themselves. ..………………
Lalloo Manypockets has been joined by hundreds of his Green Lantern Corpsmen.
Their combined power helps save the Wandering Stars Bubble Arcs when a dozen streams, each hundreds of times the size of Jupiter, reach out towards the Vegan Survivors interstellar homes.
The Green Lantern Corps does well to repulse these attacks, confining and forcing the Valenian energy back into its birthing star. This strategy works well until the Life of the Valenian Realm changes it’s tactics and starts spitting moon sized clusters of raw might at it’s opponents.
In the next few minutes thousands die!
The Utter Apogee Birthing Bubble ship is engulfed and lost along with hundreds of the smaller vessels that inter connect to make the Bubble Arcs.
The number of Green Lanterns left alive after this first attack is lessened by a tenth. Fully a fifth of the support flotilla to the Legion ‘Stroid is lost within minutes.
Many thousand of the surviving vessels are left damaged.
The Daxam Northern Arm Fleet Warship is clipped and badly damaged, left spinning in chaotic circles.
Still the Kenroshi Starsailors dance around the new star, their beautifully iridescent aurora wings weaving a flickering pattern that stretches the many hundreds of miles between each one.
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Xo ‘Strer Chan, the Dalai Lama of the Trom Buddhists knows what he must do.
As the aged man allows his two Emerald Eyes of Ekron to propel him through space towards Legion ‘Stroid he collects his thoughts and focuses on the meeting he must ensure he has with Kord Das. Chan knows he must make the Legion leader see that this attack on the Life of the Dying Realm must stop.
This is not the way to save the Milky Way from That Which Must Occur.
Xo ‘Strer Chan has lived a long life. He has had a long time to train and prepare for the Hard Life of the Offworlder, though his Brotherhood had never in their wildest dreams imagined that their prize possession, the access to the intra dimensions, would lead to such a bloody and terrifying conclusion. They did not want the blood of two universes on their collective hands.
In the space of only the last three decades he had seen his Brotherhood grow from a small community on the outskirts of civilisation, grow to be feited as the saviours of a weary universe and fall to the depths of despair as they learn that The Gift of Travel is tainted with the cries of wounded Life.
They had come a long way from when his mother had fled to Trom, away from his violent father nearly two hundred Trom years ago. His father, with his half trained psionics had tried to track her and bring her back to his Tartarus Hell life. The Monks of Trom had taken her in, helped her through a difficult pregnancy and protected her from the man who had used her as a serf and impregnated her against her choice.
From his father Chan had inherited a strong body and a razor sharp mind. Although not psychic himself he had formidable mental strength and psi barriers that could have repulsed Titan Net Questioners. It was because of these barriers that he had been chosen to engage with the Eyes of Ekron. Their twisted whispering of promises of power meant nothing him. As one of the Brotherhood of Trom why would he want for anything they could offer when his adopted family needed for nothing anyway?
Still the Trom Buddhist Movement’s Upper Hierarchy had waited for one with a mind like Xo ‘Strer Chan before releasing the Eyes from their crystal prison.
His task was not simple and there had not been a day gone past that he had not prayed to Holy Jan CRE 71 for guidance. Yet still, he was charged with protecting the Gift. The Life of the Valenian Realm was to be saved at all costs. It had suffered unimaginable hurt as a result of his Brotherhood’s miscalculation and it was Xo ‘Strer chan’s path to guide it to safety.
He had thought that pitting the Ambassadors onboard Legion 'Stroid against themselves and sewing the seeds of dissent against Kord Das's Legion would have been enough. He had planned to... persuade the young Winathian to his cause, distracting the gathered Beings from their War against the Grand Invaders.
Fate it seemed had other plans.
Xo 'Strer Chan was not one to stop believing in his mission just because Fate might want to do something differently. He knew he would have to be fast, but he had to persuade Kord Das to stop!
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The Firstfooters divide into smaller groups as they continue their mission.
Searching the intra-dimensional ways for the fragments of their fallen Soulsinger, they are drawn down dimensional wells, through vari-hued lines of power and along broken uncharted paths by the echoes of the Amber Man’s Song that still resonate within the lost remains. They move with a purpose, like an army of ants across the cavity walls of a broken down house.
With each find they hear the deep bell like chime of acknowledgement from their cosmic totem. They continue their search with added zeal, His will be done. …………………….
Dozens of confused Legion ‘Stroid staff and visitors had been ushered up to the Ambassadorial Section.
Snaija and Blackout had argued briefly early on in the search. They had come to a damaged Sleep Cubby, normally occupied by shift security staff. Here were no life signs showing on the Info grid but Snaija wanted to know for sure if there was anyone inside.
Snaija Patel was unused to any Being refusing her requests, and certainly would never have expected it from a trainee.
“NO? What the squajj do you mean by that?”
The Reaquindoodis Lizard girl had merely stared at Snaija with fish cold eyes and not replied.
“I said phase through the walls and search the bloody quarters for any stragglers!” Mega’s tone of voice was one of command.
“Errrr Snaija.. Ma’am..” Gannet rather bravely stood between the two Beings and tried to get into Snaija’s line of sight, breaking the eye contact between the two. “Erm.. that’s not how her power works Ma’am, y’see she don’t phase through thing, stuff just phases through her, y’know, like a shadow, you move through it, it doesn’t move through you..”
The gimlet hard eye contact was maintained for a further three long seconds before Snaija turned towards the young Bismollian. She closed her eyes for two second, sucking in a deep breath and said “Right, munch a hole in the wall then and see if there is any Being inside please Gannet. Blackout, scout ahead and tell us if you find anyone.”
Five minutes later and Snaija believed that the task Enri Longtan had set them would be shortly finished and she could return to the safety above. A ‘Stroid wide announcement calling on all none essential staff to evacuate their quarters and travel quickly to the upper decks had gone out she was amazed by both the speed of the reaction and the professional manner in which it was carried out.
The AI Bubblejack facility suddenly going offline had not been expected.
At first Gannet had suggested it was because the 'Stroid had been damaged in an attack and Snaija half considered it to be a plausible explanation. The AI Neural Web was held within the bowels of the station, for an attack to have reached that far into the ‘Stroid it would have caused massive structural damage to get there. If this were the case Snaija thought that around each corner they would find a gaping maw falling into deep space. As they progressed through the station it became apparent that this was not the case.
Snaija Patel was worried by the thought of what might have gone wrong that they were without AI support anymore.
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Excerpt from the personal journals and memoirs of Lady Serah Kesch of House Landonkess of Xanthu.
That carazy day had just been too much for Grand Mama Jollie, the Midshipbotman was at a loss what to do.
We were en route to the Civil Society of Space Fund Raiser on Naltor when things just went.. wrong! The Family had invested a lot in the charity and it was deemed only appropriate that we send a couple of representatives to this meet. As I was approaching marital age and Grand Mama was well respected amongst the elder statesmen who would be present we were told to go. Of course in those days when the Family asked something of one, it was never questioned. It simply wouldn't have been done!
The Captain had joined us for a glass of finest Xanthui Port and a multiplayer Bridge tourney. He was a great bear of a man, with surprisingly gentle hands. In his immaculately pressed white uniform I thought he rather cut a dash. His great walrus moustache and broad shoulders made quite an impression on me. Grand Mama said that there was obviously a Family Member somewhere on the wrong side of the sheets in his ancestry and that’s why he had such class.
After a day with just Grand Mama for company I wished for a little wrong side of the sheets!
The Alarum was raised quite surreptitiously, the captain’s wrist’mator gently chimed and if I hadn’t of seen his eyes widen as he read the message I would have believed him when he said he would be back shortly, he just had a little business to finish as he gracefully excused himself and left our quarters.
Of course, we were unaware that the fabric of Hyperspace had been warped and cracked by the intra-dimension Invaders.
We were left in our quarters for ten whole minutes before the Ship alarm burst into life. On the Outer Deck, where the Family always rode, this was signalled by all info skins fading up into life, the Captain’s ashen face appeared on them in every room. His message was short but very worrying.
“Do not attempt to leave your quarters, we are under attack! I repeat, do not leave your quarters! This is not a drill!”
Well, Grand Mama Jollie summed it up rather well when she took the Family Mic and demanded the Captain report to us exactly what he meant by not allowing us out of our quarters. Did he not know who we were? She told him in quite certain terms that we were not amused by the current situation.
As she stood there like an Empress, in her Real Sable and Mink long dress with green Caruui leather gloves, all Grand Mama was worried about was missing out on her Star Bingo Hour with the other Ladies of Status.
In hindsight it was that day that changed the balance of power within the Galaxy, it was the Last Day of the Old Order. We were unaware of the new born Valenian Star, Of the many hundreds of brave Legionnaires who gave their lives, of the Last Flight of the Freetraders, of Dak Sacchev single handedly holding back an expanding star, of the Olympian Stand or of Legion ‘Stroid flying straight into the heart of the New Star in a last ditch desperate bid at defeating the Valenians.
All I could think of as I watched Grand Mama Jollie struggle with the door control was how awful it was that her wig had slipped by a centimetre and the servants could clearly see a line of her white hair framing the left side of her immaculate face.
The shame!
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Helen of Thermyscira holds onto Zoe Saugin’s hand.
The Amazonian warrior has had extensive battle ground training, and this includes first aid. The credo of her people has always been guided by compassion, and Helen has been given the chance to re-earn her honour in the eyes of the Amazons. She will not let them, herself, or her new friend Zoe down.
She has lain Zoe in the recover position; on her side, upward arm turned and folded over so her own palm cushions her desperately pale face. Helen holds her other hand, talking to her fallen comrade in surprisingly gentle tones between asking for help from her Sisters and praying to the Mighty Olympians for help against the appalling might of the Valenian Grand Invaders.
Although she is unaware of it her prayers are away to be answered.
…………………
Glorion and Abbi stand just within the Security Perimeter of the Legion Cruiser’s lower docking bay.
The opening into space is awash of colours as the cruiser continues to ride out on a wave of force created when the Valenian Star erupted. They are facing out away from the star so cannot see directly what is happening. They are glad of this as along the Legion Telepathway’s they can hear the awful truth of the massacre that is happening close by. That is bad enough.
The AI Bubblejack system announces that the object has been retrieved and the docking bay doors close with a silent flourish. They hear the air whoosh back into the large room and witness a heat haze in the otherwise empty docking bay, a shimmering of lines and colours that slowly coalesces into form. Over a matter of seconds that seem to Glorion to be minutes long, the Tamaran Princess regains her material form and collapses onto the cold deck floor.
Abbi turns to Glorion and says “Hey furbag, I hope you ain’t to close to this princess as I’m not getting anything from her mind. It seems like there’s nobody home!”
It is true that as Glorion rushes toward the golden Princess that her life affirming aura fades before his eyes.
“SHIT!”
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The structure of the Intra – Dimensions is a complex arrangement.
To be able to begin to understand it one must think of a child’s model of the molecular form of tritanium. A mixture of bright balls beautifully composed in whorls and diamonds, connected by small stems.
Each 'ball' represents a Reality, each Stem a Realm.
If this model of the molecule were to be scaled up until it was, say building sized, with each ball holding a room, each stem a connecting corridor it would be easy to visualise one moving from sphere to stem to sphere as a way of travelling between rooms. One would not normally consider standing with a bazooka and blowing ones way through the connecting corridor to open the way to the neighbouring room. Yet if we continue with this train of thought as a metaphor for the structure of the Intra – Dimensions it would be succinct to say that this is a suitable image to give a fairly accurate description of the affects of the Valenian Realms invasion to the Einsteinian Reality and neighbouring Spaces.
And as one could image that the structure would collapse if one were to use a bazooka, so it would be fair to say, the structure of the Intra – Dimensions is falling apart with ominous speed.
As the centre cannot hold the weight around it in a collapsing building so the symbiotic nature of the Intra - Dimensions is tested and begins to come apart. …………………………
They search for the remains of their fallen clanswoman, Wee Eavey Hakkawolla, the Soulsinger of the Amber Man.
She was disintegrated when the Valenian Life forced its way into the Einsteinian Reality, blown apart from the epicentre of the collapsing framework of the Many Realms. Her Firstfooter Clan split into smaller and smaller groups until they are each travelling individually.
With each find there is a chime.
A deep bell-like resonance that fills each one with pride and determination. Their Cosmic Totem, the Amber Man, is acknowledging their strength and prowess. Each chime brings a renewance of their Faith, confirmation of the Truth they each hold dear to their hearts.
They fan out along the debris and fracture lines. Each linked as they sing praises to their god, achingly fragile counterpoint echoes of his Song of Life.
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