We have been from the first instance and We shall endure even after the last moment when all else transcends into the Beyond, still We shall remain. And so We have always been, complete, united and whole within the One True Realm.
Behold, the Unity that We share and hold precious as all minded things must, is breached. An infected slice from the vile Cradle of Other Time wounds Our integrity. The Ever Moment of the Eternal Now is broken in searing wounds. This realm unheard of attacks the Being We are. Another cut, another wound, another hundred slices of sickness from beyond the Now. And another hundred, and another.
We strike through the tear in our Wholeness, cascading our uncurling Self at their eternal Light, destroying their Power. Still they come, now a thousand and a thousand more. The Eternal Now screams as it is torn and ragged from this barbarous assault. The Pure Unity of Self is shattered and We are entered into a thousand broken and screaming parts, all seeking the holistic Past from before this evil unprovoked attack. It cuts at us as We could never have foreseen, Our number within the Precious Body of Unity is lessened with every barb they push through Our Being. It is an abomination!
Through the tears they have left in Our Being We push fingers of exploration. Who is this, not of the One True Realm that wishes Our demise? We unfold long streams of our Being and strip the very elements of their Realm for Our examination. What is this that thinks so little of the sanctity of Self that it can strike again and again and a millon agains more? We learn through painful experience that the infected Cradle of Other Time holds … many! As we are pure of our singularity and have One True Mind this illegitimate Existence allows itself to be broken again and again, never reforming to it’s True Self, reforming again and again in many forms, many levels, many sides to their Truth. Disgusting! We are horrified by the broken shells it has allowed to become, the very Stuff of their realm is abhorrent. There is no One Truth, it is …made of seemingly random collections of motile elements. And still it cuts us sending shards of its sickening self into our Purity.
In pushing through to the vile Realm of Other Time our form is shattered more, a trillion fragments of Self tear across their Being, we do damage in retaliation of theirs. We learn, and it is appalling, that we cannot hold our integrity within their fractured realm. We use the materials of their Own against them, forming crude creations to use against them. The delicious irony is lost as still they strike in their thousand, and again, and a hundred thousand again!
A scream of pain, like a howl of the Primal Rage attacks our Self, a taunt, a summons to do battle. They have Our full attention now. After an endless moment of unprovoked brutality within the Eternal Now the True Self is thrown this challenge. It shall be met!
Along the fringes of Our Self we are aware that there has ever been Others. These shadows are never truly within our integrity. We capture a shadowy other and force it into our realm, this poison of an infected aggressor will remain within us and be forced to endure Our pains. It fights and it is strong! We are weakened, the once proud Eternal Self is fragmented and the Unity before the vile Cradle of Other Time intruded upon Us is no more.
The damage to the many levels between Our Realms is heinous. The captive pushes at a fracture point and in our desperation to remain pure we restrain it and strive with our might to stop its escape, but it is not to be. From the vile side a great hole is torn and our might fails and our prisoner flees. We choose in our anger to follow.
We must, if We are to survive to become One again take this battle to Our aggressive neighbours and from within their damaged volatile Realm We must teach them the errors of their transgressions. As our Realm howls of it’s own death We shall Transcend into theirs. A fitting end to their damaged alignment as Our Unity unfolds
We have been from the first instance and We shall endure even after the last moment when all else transcends into the Beyond, still We shall remain. And so We have always been, complete, united and whole as we recreate Our One True Realm.
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Kord Das, a Naltori Seer with a life times training in Coluan thought processing and information gathering techniques, has reformed The Legion in the 35th Century.
The Milky Way as we know it is a far different place. There has been a decade and a half long struggle with Beings from the Valenian Realms, called the War of Entrapment with the Grand Invaders. The Intra-dimension home of the Invaders is slowly being shredded by the use of the instant transportation called the Valenian Drive. This system of transport was created by the pacifistic movement called the Trom Buddhists and given to the UP as a gift - they did not know at the time about the horrific consequences of using their discovery.
The only race to have survived unaided a sustained attack from the Grand Invaders are the Talokeans. Glorion Grundy, a magical gorilla from Tharn, found and helped release the trapped spirit of Eljasa Mallor, the last descendant of the Shadow Casting Clan of Talok viii. The Legion helped regrow her body and managed to infuse the body with her spirit. In thanks the tribesfolk agreed to help the Legion by training representatives from all major Systems in their survival techniques.
In one of the Legions first missions Penga La, a Green Lantern, is murdered. In an attempt to drive the Invaders from the Dreaghhart System, birthing star of the aloof godlike Kenroshi Starsailors, Dak Sacchev, also know as Blackstar, detonated the heart of a Jovian sized planet, irretrievably damaging the streams of Kenroshi young who circled the ancient star. There are doubts that the ancient Kenroshi will survive as a species. The Media start to hound the newly reformed Legion, whipping up an anti- meta Being mentality.
Dak Sacchev is put on trial for the crime of genocide as a result of the Dreaghhart System Mission. At the Trial there is intense Media interest and many meta-beings and organisations visit Earth to show support for all over the Milky Way. When Kord Das is questioned he informs the judges that his vision of a "Legion more powerful than that of Legend" did not apply to the current team but to the resulting amalgimation of the Milky Ways meta Being organisations who met (and put aside their home systems political agendas) at this Trial. He has manipulated them to be on Earth and they will all fall under the umbrella orgaisation called The Legion. Dak Sacchev is aquitted, the Media hails Kord Das as a techno-messiah and the Legion is born in the 35th Century.
During Dak Sacchev's trial the Grand Invaders were driven off the H’dritki homeworld, and in thanks the Queen allowed 23 of her Warrior Drones to leave the Hive world and support Mega – Snaija Patel – of the Imskian Leviathons, one of the Legionnaires who helped save millions during the attack.
Glorion Grundy and Shaman’s Daughter, a Starhavem Freetrader tracker, encountered a rogue unbonded Telepath, Abbi Ardeen. Abbi had taken control of a Daxam Space Rangers Battleship. Shaman’s Daughter was brutally murdered by a Daxamite while under Abbi's control and it took the intervention of several Legionnaires to subdue the renegade telepath. Kord Das had her secretly transported to his laboratory on the Legion ‘Stroid where he performed experiments upon her to force her to summon the Grand Invaders en masse for a final battle.
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At Shaman Daughter’s funeral Helen of Thermyscira, the Amazonian Sol Defene Leaguer called Sister Paragon took a large mouthful of the hallucinogenic Draft of Life. The psychedelic trip that ensued led her to flee into the Rimbor Oort Cloud followed by Glorion Grundy and Clear Skies Coming of the Starhaven Freetraders. On their way to rescuing Sister Paragon Glorion beat the C’zarian bounty hunter Lobo at Indian Head Poker and met up with the legendary 30th Century Legionnaires Jo Nah, the Ultra Warrior, and Zoe Saugin, Kinetix. Glorion summons an image of Helen with his magic and this is broadcast throughout the NuUP by Eyespys – nanotech news hounds that follow Legion members on missions. The image is of Sister Paragon and clear Skies Coming in a drug fueled intimate clinch. Helen returns to Thermyscira in shame and Clear Skies Coming left to rejoin the Freetraders to learn more about his mystical heritage.
The Amber Man, a cosmic Totem of the Scots-Mauri folk, the Firstfooters of McCuiloloa Major was found by a team of Legionnaires including the time spun Tamarani Princess. She used her connection to the Universal Song of Life to help heal it after over a century in the Valenian Realms buffer zone. It was returned to McCuiloloa Major, it’s home planet where the bond with it’s worshippers was renewed, empowering one of them with reality changing abilities and strengthening the peoples latent dimensional sensing abilities. Also on this mission two Daxamite Space Rangers, Byt Fees and Nar Nase are discovered by Triple Cubed to be engaging in a clandestine (and illegal by Daxam Laws) homosexual relationship.
Dak Sacchev is attacked in Hyper Space by a pair of Khund Dragon Hunter Ships. He makes short work of them. He is too preoccupied in chasing after the Tamarani Princess to ask for her hand in marriage to care. When he finally finds the Princess she accepts.
Hol El, the Final Descendant of the Last Son of Krypton, joins the Legion via an open day on Earth. She is joined by amongst others, an Elevated cat called Cheshire and a Rhooni fire mystic known as Stellar. Enri Longtan, Gimallon of the Imskian Leviathons, takes an inexperienced team from the try outs to the Lattice ‘Stroids on a media friendly mission to help round up animals that have escaped from the Zoo. One of the team dies on this mission as a result of an undisclosed allergy.
Kord Das persuades Zoe Saugin to lead a team of Legionnaires to persuade the Great Dragon Herds to join in the Legions battle against the Grand Invaders. Meanwhile he has asked Jo Nah to lead a small team of Legionnaires into the Valenian Realms to try to find out more information about the Grand Invaders.
After a at best fifty percent successful mission in the Valenian Realms the time spun Tamaran Princess is trapped in the intra-dimension rift. She is being aided in her attempt to escape by Wee Eavey Hakkawolla, one of the Firstfooters Soulsingers from McCuilola Major.
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Glorion Grundy, one of the few descendants of Gorilla City and an Information Adept from the Sorcerors World Tharn has kidnapped Abbi Ardeen from Kord Das’s laboratory in Legion ‘Stroid. He had snuck aboard a Legion Drone ship bound to deliver supplies to flotilla being guided by the Zoe Saugin led Legion Team. The NowYouSeeMeNowYouDon’t Beetle, an immortal magical scarab that lives inside Glorion’s belly has been searching for his next host. He has prophesised that the time is nearly due for this meeting with his penultimate host as he comes close to his raison d’être to look upon the Face of God.
After discovering Abbi had been kidnapped Kord Das ordered Lobo to track her down and return her to him – without leaving any witnesses. Lobo is attacked in Hyper Space by Khund Dragon Hunters who see all Legionnaires as potential enemies after Dak Sacchev destroyed two of their ships and the Great dragon Herds are moving out of their usual ranges due to Legion intervention. Lobo took charge of the Khund vessels and captured the Droneship that Abbi and Glorion were hiding in.
Onboard the Legion ‘Stroid Snaija Patel – Mega of the Imskian Leviathons, and Commander Hor Elli of the Daxam Space Rangers return to active duty after their honeymoon. There are a series of unexplained murders and Hor Elli calls in the Titan Net Questioners to interrogate the Ambassadorial representatives. Mega discovers that the murders have been committed by an Emerald Eye of Ekron.
Sparkzzz is kidnapped by the Dalai Lama of the Trom Buddhists and taken to an intra-dimensional pocket where he plans to interrogate her. She is rescued by Cheshire though in returning to the Einsteinian Realities they materialise in deep space and Sparkzzz nearly dies. She is rescued in the nick of time by Stellar, the Fire Mystic from Rhoon.
Nar Nase and Byt Fees are discoved by a commanding officer while they engage in a lover's moment. They arereturned to the Daxam High Commands Warship and Space Marshall Fri Ovid summons Hor Elli to the Daxam fleet to explain how this crime against the Daxam Breeding Laws has been allowed to happen.
Kord Das has secluded himself within his laboratory onboard the Legion ‘Stroid. His vision of the future have changed. He is unaware that the NowYouSeeMeNowYouDon’t Beetle has spoken to Abbi Ardeen and learned of Das’ visions. The Beetle has it’s own agenda for the future so is actively conspiring with Abbi to alter Kord Das’ prophecy.
Lady Reptilla of the Sol Defence League joins Clear Skies Coming at the front of the Great Dragon Herd and they discuss how many ancient prophesies are coming to pass. Lady Reptilla is obviously not the vain money grabbing shallow martian that she has pretended to be for the last quarter of a century as she shows considerable theological knowledge.
Kid Mental and Triple Cubed are put in charge of the Legion 'Stroid CCC Deck. Kid Mental admits to having serious doubts about the Legions chances of defeating the grand Invaders.
Zoe Saugin cast a spell that made Lobo relive two seconds of his life, the spell was powered by the Earth Lore, a powerful magic that would keep Lobo in this state until the planet Earth itself was dead – approximately 45,000,000 years in the future. Abbi Ardeen, in a moment of grief filled maliciousness projects her memories of the Braal concentration camp into Lobo’s mind so he has to relive her horrific upbringing again and again and again while trapped in the two second time loop. Zoe is hurt badly by the magicks she has unleashed and Jo Nah rushed back to the Legion Cruiser to help her.
Onboard the Khund Dragon Hunter ship the captain set a chain reaction in motion that caused the ship’s ancient Valenian Drive to explode. The resulting detonation fractures the intra-dimensions, freeing the trapped Tamarani Princess but also creating a rent between the dimensions large enough for the Consciousness of these dimensions to push it’s way through.
The Life of the Valenian Realms is now in the Einsteinian Realities in the form of a rapidly growing conscious star.
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Commander Hor Elli of the Daxam Space Rangers feels sweat sneak down under his collar.
He daren’t move to wipe it away. Chief Space Marshall Fri Ovid is pacing before him, obviously trying to contain his anger. Hor Elli is wise enough to know that any sign of weakness will only enrage his superior officer even more.
Hor Elli’s hands are clammy and his head aches from the worry of what is about to come. He has been waiting in the ante-room (alongside ten security officers) for just over an hour. He wants to know if Sparkzzz has been found, if Kord Das has stopped hiding in his laboratory,is Snaija was up for another visit to the Water sphere, if Hol El would mind a visit tonight. He really doesn't want to be here. Here is possibly the last place he would chose, short of being top of the list of Beings Dak Sacchev wants to feed upon.
Behind the Chief Space Marshal sits Jaz Soki and Ard Lomb, the two ministerial aids from the Daxam Prime Government at a large impressively carved Elga stone desk. The desk would cost Hor Elli twelve years salary, if he were lucky enough to find one on the open market. It makes a huge statement in the otherwise bare office. Even the holo-pit was muted. There are two empty seats at the table. Hor Elli would never presume to sit.
“Commander Hor Elli, I would like to remind you that this is an official hearing and all responses are being monitored and recorded. If we believe at any time you are lying or intentionally withholding information at any point you will be restrained and taken to the Psychedoc for intensive questioning in the Truth Room. Do you understand and agree to these terms?”
Although phrased as a question Hor Elli is more than aware that to refuse to agree is grounds for a court martial and probably a severe custodial sentence in the sunless Ix mine of Eltruch xi.
“Sir, yes Sir!”
Oh sprockin’ po shit!
“Commander Elli, can you confirm for the record your full name, rank and current assignment.”
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Hol El had acted quickly and popped a gene-banging x-ray vision capsule and had scanned the damaged form of the Sol Defence Leaguer Sparkzzz as she lay on the cold floor. She saw her veins and arteries had been ruptured, internal bleeding was going to kill her if the medical crew didn’t arrive soon. Her skin had burst along her stomach and thighs, spilling more of her life giving blood. Blatchin’ Grife where are they?
She gave another cry along the telepathways for help.
Mouth to mouth, perfect make up ruined by the Winathian’s blood covered face. Breathe, please breathe! Feel for pulse, oh Squajj! Live damn you!
The medic crew arrive with an auto-doc and a containment sphere and Hol El is gently pushed aside from her ministrations. Hol El’s pulse had started to race as her adrenaline spiked. As she stood aside to give the three being medic team room she notices that Stellar had sat up and smiled faintly at her.
In a rare moment of compassion Hol El reaches down and tenderly hugs the exhausted Rhooni girl.
“Stellar, you just saved her life, you’re guaranteed a place on the full team now you freckin’ nova star Legionnaire you!” Hol El feels genuinely happy for her fellow trainee. The medics give both the trainees a cursory examination and leave with the damaged body of Sparkzzz.
“Hol El, we must clear the Level or she will be unable to move from this point.”
“Hey sweetie, they’ve taken her away, it’s alright.”
“No Hol El, she will not be able to heal unless we release her from the Level. The spell I called upon was to bring her here, we have to ask the Elements to release her so nature can guide her back to health.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about but you’re the Top Bitch now so let’s do it.”
Hol El has a moment of embarrassment where she remembers just ten minutes before she had flicked snot at the mystic girl’s back in impatience and disrespect. Well, she thought to herself, maybe it’s time I her a chance, at least with this anyway.
Hol El holds onto Stellar as the two young women clean the Rhooni fire mysics quarters of the debris of the spell and blood of the rescued Sparkzzz. In those few minutes Hol El decides that Stellar really does deserve full Legionnaire status after pushing herself to the limits to cast the spell that saved Sparkzzz.
For the first time in weeks she isn't obsessing over Commander Hor Elli of the Daxam Fleet and the chances of taking him away from his overly emotional and demanding Imskian wife. Strangely, Hol El feels nothing but pride and respect for her exhausted comrade Stellar.
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As the Valenian Realm empties into the reaches of the Milky Way the intra-dimensional realms are affected by this sudden apocalyptic disruption.
The shock waves of the horrific energies involved in this action cause untold damage to many of the levels of Reality. To fully imagine the damage caused picture all realms of Reality occupiable to Beings of the Einsteinian reality as the Planet Earth. Green and blue and round and complete. Beautiful! Then uproot Greenland in a sudden violent motion and hurl it at Europe. The damage caused to the sea bed left behind would cause intolerable seismic activity, shattering the planetary crust for hundreds of miles around, erupting submerged magma pits, creating tsunami of incalculable force, disrupting the entire planet’s weather patterns.
In the Einsteinian Reality this translates as incredible damage to the very fabric of the space time continuum. The Bgtzl buffer zone is irretrievably torn asunder from any connections it had with the Einsteinian realities. It will never again connect with its sister dimension, their races and civilisations will never again cross pollinate.
The Dalai Lama of the Trom Buddhists is violently pushed into Einsteinian space by a burst of displaced force, his Emerald Eyes barely keeping protected against the torrent. He can see the awesome sight that is the birth of the Valenian Star. He is too shocked to be scared.
Between the realms Wee Eavey Hakkawolla is ripped into an uncountable number of pieces, her being is shredded by these forces, scattered amongst the levels of Reality by the fracturing effect of the Valenian Life ‘s sudden invasion of the Milky Way. The Amber Man, as powerful as He is can do nothing to aid his Soulsinger as her young life is tragically cut short with such brutality.
The Realm known as Hyperspace is fractured along radial lines from the new born intra-dimensional star. Many thousands of thousands of travellers are thrown off course, lost amidst the folds of the struggling dimension or simply obliterated by the erupting intra dimensional energies.
In the Einsteinian Reality stars erupt, nova like, destroying planetary systems. Time is shattered, uncontrollable and raging. Simple physical laws are stretched to breaking point, unpredictable and frightening. Reality itself is close to dying.
To return to the image of Reality being the planet Earth having had Greenland torn violently from it’s rocky foundation, imagine it is the Legions role to now stop the hurled landmass from smashing continental Europe and causing irretrievable damage to the once green and beautiful globe. And just to complete the picture, relative to the size of Greenland the Legions mightiest member, Dak Sacchev, would be about the size of a large horse and the average size might be slightly larger than a house cat.
It would not be far from the truth to say that they will not find it particularly easy.
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Belinda – you paint such a beautiful, clear, vivid picture with your words that it is absolutely breath-taking.
Ripping out Greenland and throwing it at Europe – superb. Absolutely ***ing awesome.
I’ll ask you again, in public this time – what the hell are you doing teaching music when you have such a vision and a talent for words. (Not that you’re no use at trumpet, nor an inspirational teacher.)
And why hasn’t DC (or possibly one of their rivals if they’re quick enough?) come a-calling, offering you loadsamoney? Get Sonnie to come up with some artists impressions and the two of you can be living the life of Riley across in SanFran in no time……….(with family of course)
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With the disruption to the space time continuum Kord Das lost all connections to future visions.
Pop!
Blank.
Where before he had seen clear images of a certain path that history-to-be should follow now there was nothing. He kept his eyes closed and directed all of the layers of his considerable mind to the task of eking out the smallest glimmer of the Seers Third Sight.
Nothing.
Not a thing.
Kord Das reluctantly allowed his outmost level of consciousness to return to the present and he stood up from his lotus position. He slowed his racing pulse with a thought and slowly set about tending to his bodily needs. Waste then water. He moved slowly as if aged.
Stopping alongside the Daxan Psi-Vault that he had imprisoned Abbi Ardeen in he rested his head upon its clear crystal walls. Five deep breaths and he started to manipulate the controls. With the power source of a renegade Green Lantern ring and the connections to the proto-type Valenian Drive module he was certain he would be able to engineer some sort of defence against the damage to shape of Time.
There had to be a way of regaining his Visions!
He is unaware of the alarms that are ringing out within the Legion ‘Stroid as it turns towards the expanding Valenian Star. He is so focussed on the work at hand that he never thinks to see if there is a reason for his lack of visions to be found outside of his laboratory.
He acknowledged to himself that the visions he had followed and manipulated into being for so much of his life had many gaps. He would have been horrified to learn of the Valenian Star as the careful campaign to close off the Valenian Realms that he had predicted had never involved such a potentially cosmic threat. In his vision it would be another few months before the Grand Invaders would stage their murderous retreats, and a further eight years before the Einsteinian realities were free of them.
For nearly five minutes he worked silently at the controls before his emotions finally surface.
Like an athlete being suddenly crippled Kord Das roared with frustration and anger. He kicked the solid crystal vault impotently.
“Damn that squajjin’ gorilla!”
He is honest enough with himself to know that his current mental abilities are not up to the task in hand. It is beyond his tenth level mind. Reaching for the In-mix pad to the 'Stroid's AI bubblejack facility Kord Das makes a dangerous decision and steps into the Daxam Psi-Vault, activating the proto-type V-Drive and initiating an integration network between his conciousness and the Legion 'Stroid's huge AI system.
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Seven seconds after the Valenian Star is born.
Glorion leans over Jo Nah at the Nav Desk on the CCC Deck of the Legion Cruiser. The gorilla points to a speck of light fleeing the explosive invasion from the Valenian Realm and says “Follow that star! It’s the Princess, hurry man we need to save her!”
Jo Nah grunts as he struggles with the virtual controls, his hands a blur of action.
“If you want to save her maybe you’d better get out there and chase her yourself Grundy, we got our own problems.”
“Nah, if we don’t she’s going to DIE!”
“If we do we’ll probably die too so shut up and sit down before I…” Jo Nah’s neck and shoulders stiffen slightly and he carries on “… ooookay furbag, I got him, where we going?”
“Abbi! What do you think you are doing?” The gorilla turns away from the Nav Desk toward the girl in stripy leggings sprawled cat like over a Comchair at the Communications Desk.
The skinny telepathic girl walks over to the gorilla, smiles coyly and asks “Do you want to save her or not as he doesn’t give a sprock about your Princess.”
The NowYouSeeMeNowYouDon’t Beetle in Glorions belly chirps up “Glorion we MUST save her!”
“Oh Mu, why has it come to this? Alright Abbi, this time only, but don’t let him know okay? I want to keep my teeth intact. And when Sister Paragon gets back from checking Zoe please don't let her know, okay?”
“No worries Glorz, no worries at all” Abbi gives him a gentle pat on the shoulder and a broad smile, "Hang onto your fur, one princess rescue coming up! Whooo hoooo!"
The Cruiser veers off course, skirting the edges of the newly formed star as it erupts onto the Einsteinian Realities, also avoiding both the fleeing Great Herd of Space Dragons and an ever increasing wave front of smashed interstellar debris with frighteningly fast agility, chasing after the erratic energy pulse that is the time spun Tamaran Princess.
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His hyper spatial awareness had alerted him to the Valenian Star being born. It had ripped across his senses like a rocket. He had turned to Silver Crow of the Starhaven Freetraders and, pointing to the region of space where the intra-dimensional dam was breaking, said “We are needed there. Now!”
Silver Crow had known Sacchev for most of his 72 years. The blue Martian mutant was as a God compared to most Beings, yet had helped protect the Freetraders and treated them honourably and with respect for over 200 years. The Freetrader branch of the surviving tribes of Starhaven had grown used to him and treated him as one of heir own. They laughed with him, shared their lives with him and looked up to him as they did no other. If Dak Sacchev said ‘jump’ the average Freetrader would be in the upper atmosphere before thinking to ask ‘why?’
Silver Crow nods and pushes a command along the telepathways to his amassed army of Braves in space around the Legion ‘Stroids flotilla. “We are needed my children, it is time for us to show the Universe how worthy we truly are.”
Currently Dak Sacchev, Silver Crow and a mixed group of ambassadors, meta beings and representatives of many worlds are being entertained onboard the Ambassadorial level of the Legion ‘Stroid as they all wait for Kord Das to surface from his laboratory. Dak pushes a thought along telepathways to Enri Longtan of the Imskian Leviathons.
“Enri, the Battle is shortly about to begin, I can feel the disruptions the Grand Invaders attack brings, keep these Worthies intact and send whatever reinforcements you can, I feel they may be needed.”
Allowing himself to slip free of the artificial gravity of the ‘Stroid Sacchev floats up to the containment bubble above this ambassadors conference hall and requests that the AI Bubblejack allows him to pass through. Behind him are Silver Crow, Three Hills and Small Circle of Stars of the Freetraders, Triple Heavy of the Carggg Planetary People’s Protectorate and two of the Vegan Wandering Stars who are adapted to survive the hard vacuum of space. The two Daxam Space Rangers present whisper queries into their wrist'mators before flying after the group.
The assembled Beings below are silent as they watch the Legionnaires slip through the force fields of the ‘Stroid and vanish with incredible speed into space. Only after a few seconds does the conversation start again and Enri Longtan is bombarded with questions and requests. He had sensed the emotional subtext of trepidation in Sacchev’s message and the Imskian says a quiet prayer to his ancestors asking for the Legion’s success in the coming campaign.
Enri Longtan had not prayed in 19 years.
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As one of the Ga’Humpa’s of Tharn he is also a creature bred amongst magic. While nearly all of his unusual race could qualify for Green Lantern status as they have a total lack of fear, most share a total discomfort when at great heights and in open spaces. Nature adapted them to be earth burrowers. Their stocky torsos, more round than tubular are topped with a large pointed head which has a mouth full of nasty pointy teeth, perfect for chewing through the sandstone reserves of their home planet. Their six limbs are short and powerful, great for excavating and running.
Lalloo had always been different from his peers. It was not a major issue yet all nineteen of his siblings acknowledged at an early age that Lalloo had a streak of rebelliousness in him. His paternal great grandmother had been the same. She had petitioned the Many Headed Choir of Heliotrope City until they accepted her as a student of the Great Silvered Mage, Sheggle Mageee. When she returned ten winters later to the Ga’Humpa’s island in the Sea of Many Weathers she had started a small witch doctoring practice and gave all children who wanted a basic knowledge of the magical arts.
His great Grandmother was not a mighty mage, or accomplished sorceress but she was shrewd and compassionate. The little she had learned of the Magical Path would have to be passed on so that the next generation would have a foundation to build upon.
“We must understand our neighbours to ensure a peaceful co-existence.”
Her words were still branded for all to feel into the High Learning Cave on the Hill of Few Lights. Lalloo had learned their meaning at an early age and studied hard. He would spend long days with the many travellers who visited his peoples home islands asking questions, querying their views and listening to the many interpretations he heard of the state of the Galaxy beyond his home islands shores. Lalloo learned fast.
As he reached his ninth winter, already an adult by two years, he was approached by a Terran who told him the most fascinating tales of the great Galaxy Above and Below. The stranger was a representative of the Green Lantern Corps. Lalloo had been chosen by the Corps to be offered the choice to join them in their never ending fight against evil. Lalloo nearly bit his arm off he was so quick to accept!
Five winters later and here he was, 196 light years from his birthing cave, surrounded by over twenty of his fellow Green Lanterns, thousands of the strange Kenroshi, hundreds if not thousands of meta Beings from all corners of the galaxy, facing a growing angry star infused with the might and Life of the Valenian Realm.
His race had no native terms for fear, no understanding of the concept. When they died they believed that the Great Cave of Life collapsed and more burrows would pass on through. Why be scared? There were always other Burrowers.
Lalloo didn’t understand fear. He did though have a strong survival instinct and he was battling the urge to retreat as he saw a flock of twenty Freetraders atomised by a flickering tongue of energy. They were not the first he had seen die that day.
Lalloo Manypockets prayed to Great Mu for help as he continued to pour the emerald energies of the Oan ring into the Valenian Star.
-------------------- "Tempus Fugitive" the final part of the Adventures of Dream Boy series, set in the Three-Boot Universe. Read it only in the Bits o' Legionnaire Business Forum.
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