((Mr. Brilliand, I forget to say that Shimeran and Sierra are also in this act, along with a few minor characters that don’t have pages.
http://basilicus.wikia.com/wiki/Sierra_Hlim
http://basilicus.wikia.com/wiki/Shimeran_Hlim))
Mel looked with a child's curiosity at the large ship they had just passed beneath. It was by far the most incredible thing he had ever seen. As he looked to the surface of Aragithia, however, he was torn from his daydreams. The planet's skies were black, no clouds in sight. His once beautiful blue home was now a remnant of its former self. Mel stared in horror at his world. Just then, Litra's voice in his mind jerked him from his trance.
"Yando, are you sure this is the right place?" Mel bit his top lip.
I'm not sure of anything anymore.
***
"Unknown vessel, this is Bruthalian Battleship 4439. Identify yourself."
Phera punched in a few buttons and gave a tired look to Ethian. “We’re going to have trouble,” she muttered. Ethian looked out the window at the large fleet of ships surrounding his planet.
This ain’t good. “Unknown vessel, this is Bruthalian Battleship 4439! Identify yourself!” Phera hit a switch and pulled one of the many levers on the dashboard down towards her, and the ship’s engines went into overdrive. “Unknown vessel! This is Bruthalian Battleship 4439! Identify yourself or you will be shot down!” The voice on the other end of the communications link sounded legitimate. “Maybe we should, uh…” Ethian couldn’t finish as the ship shot forward, headed straight for the battleship.
As they got closer and closer, Phera pulled down two more levers, sending the ship into a death roll. Ethian held onto his seat, ready to die. “What are you DOING?!” Phera ignored him and instead flipped dozens of switches. “They’re not stopping!” the voice on the communications line said. “Fire! Fire now!” As missiles emerged from various cannons on the battleship, Ethian’s eyes widened. “Are you trying to commit suicide?!” He screamed. Phera hit another switch, stopping the death roll. “Hang on to your fancy schmancy boots, Eltii!” As they came inches from colliding with the battleship, they shot into hyperspace.
Four seconds later, they emerged from hyperspace on the other side of the battleship, engines at full throttle. “They’re getting away! Bring that ship down, private!” Various other voices could be heard on the communications line before Phera pressed a button, cutting it off. “Let’s hope this thing goes faster than those missiles, hm?” Phera whispered, a cocky smile stretching across her face.
***
Joshua hit two buttons on Anna’s arm and tore Anna’s suit off, immediately beginning the process of resuscitating her. “Come on, you can’t die on me… you haven’t exceeded your usefulness yet!” As he leaned in to do mouth-to-mouth, Joshua felt Anna’s fist pummel into his gut. The Tetnik woman threw him to the other side of the pod, causing him to smash against the wall. Anna stood and growled, “Don’t touch me, ever again.” Joshua also stood. “What a nice way to thank me for saving your worthless life,” he said, pulling a small stun-gun from his pocket. Anna scoffed. “That’s your weapon? Better be careful, a weak little bookworm like you could get hurt out here in the big, bad universe.”
Joshua frowned and pointed the gun. “You would’ve died out there.” Anna shrugged. “You should’ve let me,” she said, drawing a plasmablade.
***
Shimeran Hlim thrust his claws into the stomach of a Bruthalian trooper and tossed him aside like a rag doll. “Leave this place!” he howled, slicing another trooper clean in half with his greatsword. Hundreds of the Empire’s ground forces were attacking the entire territory of Rulton, and they were slaughtering thousands. Shimeran and a small band of warriors took it upon themselves to defend their land, but so far things were not in their favor.
Shimeran ears twitched. He swiveled around to see Sierra, his wife, crushing a trooper’s head between her hands. The trooper had been aiming a rocket launcher at him, not ten feet away. Turning back to the battle at hand, the Warped Wotovik began cutting down more troopers, taking bullets here and there. He was, however, a Warped, and this gave him the unnatural strength to fight against such small injuries.
Sierra Hlim had spent most of the battle so far walking nonchalantly around the battlefield, seducing troopers with the very sight of her and slaughtering the hopeless romantics. She was a Warped, an Enchantress none-the-less, and she used her mind-controlling powers to the greatest extent that she could. Not one trooper that she had encountered hadn’t fallen into her snare.
Easy kills. How foolish that the enemy hadn’t prepared for the Warped!
***
“Silence! There will be order!” The head of the Genesehres Council, Vitrix Kriegler, slammed his gavel down on the desk in front of him. Before him were senators, dictators, presidents, kings, queens, and representatives of different species and cultures from throughout the known galaxy. Normally such meetings would never occur, but Vitrix had brought most societies’ leaders together in this time of corruption and chaos. As the room quieted down, Vitrix motioned towards the speaker at the podium.
Vangel Ion nodded and cleared his throat. “Along with my previous findings, my team has found that below the glaciers of the Valley of Greatstones, an entire civilization once existed.” A Forseer female, Hirah Quess, stood from the back of the room. “What’s your point? Why did you bring all of us here for
this?” Vitrix slammed the gavel down once again. “Silence! Please, continue.” Vangel cleared his throat again and stacked his papers neatly. “Below the glaciers, we have found that something is emitting a rather large energy signal. In fact, a very large energy signal. Although extremely large, this signal can only be detected from Pelnome’s surface.” Vangel paused.
“Even more intriguing, however, is that identical readings have been detected coming from Jijitris and Nano. It gets stranger, however.” A holoimage of a large creature-shaped boulder appeared behind Vangel. “The energy signals are all biological.” Numerous gasps filled the room. One man stood and said, “Are you suggesting that there are lifeforms emitting these signals?” Murmurs and whispers filled the room, and Vitrix again slammed the gavel. “We’re not sure,” Vangel said, “But we theorize that it could be a race of beings not yet known in the galaxy!” The man stood again. “Why do you say that?” Vangel smiled and pointed to the holoimage. “That is a
Monai, a race of long-dead stone creatures.” Vangel turned back to face the crowd. “The Monai once lived in the Valley of Greatstones, where one of the signals is coming from."
“It could just be some trapped Loo!” the man yelled out. Numerous agreements came from others. Vangel nodded. “It could be,” he said. “But it’s highly unlikely.” Again the man said, “Why do you say that?” Vangel smirked and replied, “Because I, myself, found a message carved on a small stone asking for help in the depths near the glacier.” The man shrugged. “So?” Vangel shook his head. “It was written in the language of the Monai.”
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