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Chapter 43
Antar
Khivar’s War Room
The Chamberlain walks in. "Sire, pardon my intrusion but the Mayor is here to see you."
Exasperated, he sighs, "What does that sniveling worm want now?"
"Sire, it’s about the city guard."
Khivar sneers, "What? Is the city guard to afraid to step outside?"
The Chamberlain replies, "No, Sire."
Khivar asks, "Then what’s the problem?"
"Sire, I think you should hear it from the Mayor."
Khivar knows from past experience that when his chamberlain sidesteps a question he really doesn’t want to know what’s going on. "I don’t have time for this."
Mayor Berdwell looking officious in his crimson robes and golden badge of office barges in. "You will make time."
Enraged at the mayor’s insolence he roars, "Worm, kneel before your master!"
Glaring defiantly he says, "No. I am here to offer you a proposition. The city garrison will fight for you in return for 30,000 ducats."
Khivar halts in front of the Mayor moving within an inch of his quivering face and hisses, "They will fight for me or die."
The Mayor foolishly continues on, "You are in a precarious situation the planet is in chaos. The people are rising up in arms against any that support you. The city guard is tendering the first offer for their services to you."
Incredulous, Khivar says, "I already pay them. Now is the time for them to earn all those ducats I’ve paid them for sitting on their asses. As a bonus I just might not kill whoever is left when this is over."
Standing firm the mayor asks, "Is that your final answer?"
Khivar smiles and says, "No, my dear mayor, this is." Khivar touches his face sucking out all of the Mayor’s life energy, leaving a desiccated corpse behind. Khivar calls in his guards. "Take this rubbish out. Lord Dearborne I want you to take a few squads of my personal guard and take over management of the city garrison."
Lord Dearborne asks, “What of Guard Captain Lanzo?”
“Execute him and anyone who stands with him as traitors.”
The Chamberlain masks his shock behind a façade of impassivity then clears his throat to gain Khivar’s attention.
Khivar whines, "What now?"
"Captain Massico is here from General Eastmarch’s office."
Relieved he comments, "It’s about time. Send him in."
Captain Massico walks in and salutes Khivar. "Sire, I bring news of General Eastmarch."
"Well?"
"General Eastmarch and most of the First Army have deserted. He is meeting with representatives of the Pretender Elizabeth and her son."
Khivar splutters with rage, "How…how many are left?"
"A small battalion." Seeing Khivar’s confusion the Captain answers again. "About 400 soldiers."
Khivar screams, "400 out of 50 thousand!"
Captain Massico holds out some folded sheets of paper. "I have a roster of those left."
Seeing that Khivar is still in shock, Lord Calyx takes the papers. After perusing the list he comments, "Eastmarch left behind the spies and those openly loyal to you."
Khivar sneers, "So much for your vaunted spy network." Lord Calyx blanches.
Khivar questions Captain Massico, "How soon can the Second and Third armies be here?"
The Captain looks distinctly uncomfortable. "Sire, all of the army’s aircraft are being used to support the space navy. With Fleet Admiral Patal’s permission I can recall the large air transports and begin transferring soldiers to the Plain of Sorrows."
"How long will it take for relocation?"
"Brigadier General Southmore estimates five to seven days."
Khivar demands, "It must be done sooner!"
Captain Massico exclaims, "Sire, logistically it’s impossible."
"You better hope to hell it’s not.” Khivar looks at Lord Calyx next and asks, “How are you going to insure that this army doesn’t run off like the first?"
Lord Calyx answers, “We have a few truth readers we can use to screen the soldiers and dispose of the traitors.”
Softly Khivar asks, “And if they are all traitors?”
Unsure of how to respond Lord Calyx temporizes, “It is Brigadier General Southmore’s command he is utterly loyal to you.”
“Many would have said the same of General Eastmarch.”
Lord Calyx answers, “By now the Second Army has heard of the First’s desertion. I would assume whoever is left is loyal to you.”
Smiling darkly Khivar asks, “Are you willing to bet your life on it?”
Lord Calyx answers more calmly than he feels, “Yes, Sire.” He bows out signaling Captain Massico to follow.
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Heir to the Granolith Ch 44 July 19
Chapter 44
Altir
Rian, Riona, and Rigan are closeted with Alaric and Serena going over the latest intelligence reports.
Comm. Officer Osric’s image appears on the vid screen. “Your highness, we are receiving an encrypted message to Prince Larek from the surface of Antar.”
Rian orders, “Contact Prince Larek on his flagship.”
Comm. Officer Osric answers, “At once your highness.”
A few minutes later Prince Larek appears on the vid screen. “Rian the message was encrypted with an old resistance code. It is from Baldric, General Eastmarch, and leader of the Fists of Antar.”
Suspicious Rian asks, “What does he want?”
“He and the First Army want to pledge fealty to you and your mother.”
Serena lets out a whoop of joy. “Baldric got my message.”
Rigan asks, “How do we know he can be trusted?”
Smiling Serena answers, “I trust Baldric with my life.”
Rian looks deeply into his cousin’s eyes. “Would you trust him with mine?”
Without hesitation Serena answers, “Yes.”
Satisfied with her answer Rian turns back to Larek. “Where does he want to meet?”
“He suggested your flagship but anywhere would be fine. His supporters control one of the Eyes of Antar. Eastmarch will proceed to any location you designate from there.”
Riona asks, “Does he request any sureties?”
Larek answers, “No.”
Rian muses, “Then he is either truthful or suicidal.”
Larek says, “I believe truthful. I will rendezvous with his ship first. Once I am sure he poses no threat we will take a shuttle to your ship.”
Rian says, “I look forward to your arrival.”
“Larek out.”
Liz’s Quarters
Arms crossed Michael stands in front of Liz waiting for her to answer.
Liz presents a much smaller mirror image of Michael including the scowl. He’s so close she has to tilt her head all the way back to look at him dark brown eyes meet light brown. “You don’t intimidate me.”
Michael smirks in response.
“I am an adult capable of making my own decisions.”
Michael merely lifts an eyebrow to question her statement.
The vid screen squawks to life. Comm. Officer Osric appears. “My Queen, your presence and the War Lords is requested in the Briefing Room.”
Relieved Liz answers, “We’ll be there momentarily.”
Comm. Officer Osric replies, “Understood my queen.”
Michael stops her from leaving. “This isn’t over.”
Liz ducks under Michael’s arm and escapes out the door.
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame the Briefing Room
Members of Queen Elizabeth’s personal guard escort Prince Larek and General Eastmarch to the Briefing Room. Despite his many years of military service Baldric is nervous at meeting the Granolith’s chosen queen. This young human girl has accomplished the impossible. Granted she has talented advisors in Alaric, Rath, and Serena but so did Zan. What is it about this girl that causes all to fall before her? Causes Khivar to tremble? What power does she have at her command for it to be so? The guards halt before a door and one of the guards goes inside to announce his and Larek’s presence. Baldric straightens his perfectly pressed uniform once more before entering. Plastering a smile on his face he thinks. The dice have been thrown and now I must see how the Fates have decided.
Walking in the spartan room he takes a glance at Serena. Her quick smile bolsters his confidence.
Liz looks upon General Eastmarch in curiosity. A man of strict military bearing he is one of the few Antarians to show his age by letting the gray appear in his hair.
Prince Larek, General Eastmarch, and the guards stop a few feet in front of Liz and bow. While Prince Larek and Queen Elizabeth exchange pleasantries Baldric studies the group before him. Alaric and Serena he knows of old. The heir Rian is an unknown but hopefully an improvement over Zannor. It is Rath or rather Michael standing to the side of the queen who holds his attention. He had begun his career under Rath’s father Edric the previous War Lord. He had been a Captain under Rath’s brief tenure.
The Rath before him now only resembles his predecessor in build - tall and wiry. This new Rath was so dark in coloring and presence. He wonders what happened in Rath's new life to extinguish the old charisma the sense of joy even in the midst of battle that Rath always carried with him. He wonders what other differences time will reveal.
Prince Larek turns to him jarring him out of his reverie. "Queen Elizabeth, may I present General Eastmarch."
Queen Elizabeth smiles and says, "Be welcome honored General. We understand you have a proposal for us."
Baldric bows low before responding, "Your Majesty, many of us have tread a difficult path since Khivar's usurpation of Antar's throne. We've had to balance our lives and our families against our consciouses in carrying out orders. It is a relief to us to have a consecrated monarch to follow. I and through me my officers and enlisted men would like to pledge our loyalty to you."
Unbeknownst to him his guard on the left is Nakia, a truth reader, at her signal the rest of the rooms occupants let out a sigh of relief General Eastmarch is on the level.
Beaming Queen Elizabeth extends her hands so General Eastmarch may pledge his fealty.
Altir
Rian, Riona, and Rigan are closeted with Alaric and Serena going over the latest intelligence reports.
Comm. Officer Osric’s image appears on the vid screen. “Your highness, we are receiving an encrypted message to Prince Larek from the surface of Antar.”
Rian orders, “Contact Prince Larek on his flagship.”
Comm. Officer Osric answers, “At once your highness.”
A few minutes later Prince Larek appears on the vid screen. “Rian the message was encrypted with an old resistance code. It is from Baldric, General Eastmarch, and leader of the Fists of Antar.”
Suspicious Rian asks, “What does he want?”
“He and the First Army want to pledge fealty to you and your mother.”
Serena lets out a whoop of joy. “Baldric got my message.”
Rigan asks, “How do we know he can be trusted?”
Smiling Serena answers, “I trust Baldric with my life.”
Rian looks deeply into his cousin’s eyes. “Would you trust him with mine?”
Without hesitation Serena answers, “Yes.”
Satisfied with her answer Rian turns back to Larek. “Where does he want to meet?”
“He suggested your flagship but anywhere would be fine. His supporters control one of the Eyes of Antar. Eastmarch will proceed to any location you designate from there.”
Riona asks, “Does he request any sureties?”
Larek answers, “No.”
Rian muses, “Then he is either truthful or suicidal.”
Larek says, “I believe truthful. I will rendezvous with his ship first. Once I am sure he poses no threat we will take a shuttle to your ship.”
Rian says, “I look forward to your arrival.”
“Larek out.”
Liz’s Quarters
Arms crossed Michael stands in front of Liz waiting for her to answer.
Liz presents a much smaller mirror image of Michael including the scowl. He’s so close she has to tilt her head all the way back to look at him dark brown eyes meet light brown. “You don’t intimidate me.”
Michael smirks in response.
“I am an adult capable of making my own decisions.”
Michael merely lifts an eyebrow to question her statement.
The vid screen squawks to life. Comm. Officer Osric appears. “My Queen, your presence and the War Lords is requested in the Briefing Room.”
Relieved Liz answers, “We’ll be there momentarily.”
Comm. Officer Osric replies, “Understood my queen.”
Michael stops her from leaving. “This isn’t over.”
Liz ducks under Michael’s arm and escapes out the door.
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame the Briefing Room
Members of Queen Elizabeth’s personal guard escort Prince Larek and General Eastmarch to the Briefing Room. Despite his many years of military service Baldric is nervous at meeting the Granolith’s chosen queen. This young human girl has accomplished the impossible. Granted she has talented advisors in Alaric, Rath, and Serena but so did Zan. What is it about this girl that causes all to fall before her? Causes Khivar to tremble? What power does she have at her command for it to be so? The guards halt before a door and one of the guards goes inside to announce his and Larek’s presence. Baldric straightens his perfectly pressed uniform once more before entering. Plastering a smile on his face he thinks. The dice have been thrown and now I must see how the Fates have decided.
Walking in the spartan room he takes a glance at Serena. Her quick smile bolsters his confidence.
Liz looks upon General Eastmarch in curiosity. A man of strict military bearing he is one of the few Antarians to show his age by letting the gray appear in his hair.
Prince Larek, General Eastmarch, and the guards stop a few feet in front of Liz and bow. While Prince Larek and Queen Elizabeth exchange pleasantries Baldric studies the group before him. Alaric and Serena he knows of old. The heir Rian is an unknown but hopefully an improvement over Zannor. It is Rath or rather Michael standing to the side of the queen who holds his attention. He had begun his career under Rath’s father Edric the previous War Lord. He had been a Captain under Rath’s brief tenure.
The Rath before him now only resembles his predecessor in build - tall and wiry. This new Rath was so dark in coloring and presence. He wonders what happened in Rath's new life to extinguish the old charisma the sense of joy even in the midst of battle that Rath always carried with him. He wonders what other differences time will reveal.
Prince Larek turns to him jarring him out of his reverie. "Queen Elizabeth, may I present General Eastmarch."
Queen Elizabeth smiles and says, "Be welcome honored General. We understand you have a proposal for us."
Baldric bows low before responding, "Your Majesty, many of us have tread a difficult path since Khivar's usurpation of Antar's throne. We've had to balance our lives and our families against our consciouses in carrying out orders. It is a relief to us to have a consecrated monarch to follow. I and through me my officers and enlisted men would like to pledge our loyalty to you."
Unbeknownst to him his guard on the left is Nakia, a truth reader, at her signal the rest of the rooms occupants let out a sigh of relief General Eastmarch is on the level.
Beaming Queen Elizabeth extends her hands so General Eastmarch may pledge his fealty.
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Heir to the Granolith Ch 45 July 29
Chapter 45
Antar
City of Caraceni at the Royal Palace
“Boy? Boy? Ye awake in there?” Receiving no response he shines a light in Amergin’s face and nudges his feet. The guard looks him over. “Ye musta caved fast. Ye still gots all ye skin.”
Blinking into the light Amergin sits up on his bunk. Yawning he replies, “No, I was offered a choice.”
The guard cackles, “Submit or die?”
Amergin smiles ruefully, “No marry or die.”
Shocked the guard blurts out. “Marry? Marry who?”
Amergin answers, “Thalia.”
The guard cuffs him on the head saying, “That’d be Princess Thalia to the likes of ye.” Confused the guard asks, “Who’re ye to marry so high ‘bove yeself?”
Amergin answers, “Princess Vilondra’s son.”
The revelation shocks the guard unbelieving he whispers, “Vilondra’s son...”
Amergin asks, “What can you tell me of Thalia?”
Smiling the guard muses, “Nothing like his highness, beautiful with long black hair and gray eyes, nice even to the likes of me. Be smart. She’s worth living for.”
Amergin smiles, “I’ll take that into consideration. Can I get something to eat? To drink?” The guard just continues to stare at him. Amergin begins to beg. “Please could I at least have some water?”
Breaking out of his reverie the guard answers, “Waters coming. Himself wants to see ye. Ye need to wash so Himself ain’t put off by the smell. I’ll see about a biscuit.”
In chains Amergin is lead out to the Queen’s Garden. The guards push him down onto a bench and flank him. Amergin lets his starving senses go. He soaks in the warmth of the sun admiring the riot of flowering color and the subtle mix of fragrances. He goes into a light meditative trance trying to work out a plan of escape. He barely notices the old man approaching for his pace is so slow. The man takes his time admiring this flower and that one.
Eventually the man reaches Amergin and the guards move out of his path. He stops and studies Amergin the way he did the flowers. After a time he speaks, “Your grandmother created this garden. She found solace in working the soil and joy in its flowering. She tried to teach your mother to savor life’s simple joys but the young never appreciate what they have until it’s too late.”
A shrill voice asks, “Guards what is the meaning of this?”
They all turn to look at an unattractive older woman blocking the path of someone else. “What is a prisoner doing in the royal garden? Remove that man at once! The king will hear of this!”
One of the guards walks up to the screaming woman and whispers in her ear. Amergin watches her face pale as she looks at him. Muttering aloud she says, “Mark my words nothing good will come of this.” She turns to her companion gesturing for her to come forward.
Amergin cannot take his eyes off the vision walking towards him. The young woman stops before him. She finally looks up at his face. Topaz eyes meet silver and the world stops. She reaches a hand up to caress his face and the flashes begin.
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame the Briefing Room
After General Eastmarch has sworn his fealty Liz takes his arm and brings him over to where the others are standing. “General Eastmarch, there are some people I’d like for you to meet.”
Liz looks at Serena and asks, “Would you please get the others?”
With motherly pride and affection she introduces Rian. “This is my son, Prince Rian.”
Baldric bows to the young man. “A pleasure, my prince.”
Rian holds out his hand encouraging the General to shake it. “I really believe the pleasure is mine, General. I have heard much of you and never expected to meet you in such a friendly fashion. I am relieved to have you join our side.”
Baldric is astonished by the prince’s easy going manner his friendliness such a contrast to Zannor’s put on airs of superiority. “My prince is too kind.”
“General, enough of the titles my name is Rian. We will be working to closely together to be bogged down by formality. Unless the occasion calls for it, you have leave to use my given name.”
Delighting in the General’s bewilderment Liz adds, “And my name is Liz.”
Baldric stammers, “But…but…”
Liz notices the door opening and Serena returning with the rest of the inner circle. “General, I’d like for you to meet my other two children Rigan and Riona.”
Baldric looks upon them in wonderment the three children together present a picture of almost god-like beauty. He can feel the power emanating from them and trembles in the face of it. He’s beginning to see why all have fallen before this young human his queen, Elizabeth.
Antar
City of Caraceni at the Royal Palace
“Boy? Boy? Ye awake in there?” Receiving no response he shines a light in Amergin’s face and nudges his feet. The guard looks him over. “Ye musta caved fast. Ye still gots all ye skin.”
Blinking into the light Amergin sits up on his bunk. Yawning he replies, “No, I was offered a choice.”
The guard cackles, “Submit or die?”
Amergin smiles ruefully, “No marry or die.”
Shocked the guard blurts out. “Marry? Marry who?”
Amergin answers, “Thalia.”
The guard cuffs him on the head saying, “That’d be Princess Thalia to the likes of ye.” Confused the guard asks, “Who’re ye to marry so high ‘bove yeself?”
Amergin answers, “Princess Vilondra’s son.”
The revelation shocks the guard unbelieving he whispers, “Vilondra’s son...”
Amergin asks, “What can you tell me of Thalia?”
Smiling the guard muses, “Nothing like his highness, beautiful with long black hair and gray eyes, nice even to the likes of me. Be smart. She’s worth living for.”
Amergin smiles, “I’ll take that into consideration. Can I get something to eat? To drink?” The guard just continues to stare at him. Amergin begins to beg. “Please could I at least have some water?”
Breaking out of his reverie the guard answers, “Waters coming. Himself wants to see ye. Ye need to wash so Himself ain’t put off by the smell. I’ll see about a biscuit.”
In chains Amergin is lead out to the Queen’s Garden. The guards push him down onto a bench and flank him. Amergin lets his starving senses go. He soaks in the warmth of the sun admiring the riot of flowering color and the subtle mix of fragrances. He goes into a light meditative trance trying to work out a plan of escape. He barely notices the old man approaching for his pace is so slow. The man takes his time admiring this flower and that one.
Eventually the man reaches Amergin and the guards move out of his path. He stops and studies Amergin the way he did the flowers. After a time he speaks, “Your grandmother created this garden. She found solace in working the soil and joy in its flowering. She tried to teach your mother to savor life’s simple joys but the young never appreciate what they have until it’s too late.”
A shrill voice asks, “Guards what is the meaning of this?”
They all turn to look at an unattractive older woman blocking the path of someone else. “What is a prisoner doing in the royal garden? Remove that man at once! The king will hear of this!”
One of the guards walks up to the screaming woman and whispers in her ear. Amergin watches her face pale as she looks at him. Muttering aloud she says, “Mark my words nothing good will come of this.” She turns to her companion gesturing for her to come forward.
Amergin cannot take his eyes off the vision walking towards him. The young woman stops before him. She finally looks up at his face. Topaz eyes meet silver and the world stops. She reaches a hand up to caress his face and the flashes begin.
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame the Briefing Room
After General Eastmarch has sworn his fealty Liz takes his arm and brings him over to where the others are standing. “General Eastmarch, there are some people I’d like for you to meet.”
Liz looks at Serena and asks, “Would you please get the others?”
With motherly pride and affection she introduces Rian. “This is my son, Prince Rian.”
Baldric bows to the young man. “A pleasure, my prince.”
Rian holds out his hand encouraging the General to shake it. “I really believe the pleasure is mine, General. I have heard much of you and never expected to meet you in such a friendly fashion. I am relieved to have you join our side.”
Baldric is astonished by the prince’s easy going manner his friendliness such a contrast to Zannor’s put on airs of superiority. “My prince is too kind.”
“General, enough of the titles my name is Rian. We will be working to closely together to be bogged down by formality. Unless the occasion calls for it, you have leave to use my given name.”
Delighting in the General’s bewilderment Liz adds, “And my name is Liz.”
Baldric stammers, “But…but…”
Liz notices the door opening and Serena returning with the rest of the inner circle. “General, I’d like for you to meet my other two children Rigan and Riona.”
Baldric looks upon them in wonderment the three children together present a picture of almost god-like beauty. He can feel the power emanating from them and trembles in the face of it. He’s beginning to see why all have fallen before this young human his queen, Elizabeth.
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Heir to the Granolith
Stranger In My Own Life
Via, Veritas, Vita
The way, the truth, the life
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Stranger In My Own Life
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The way, the truth, the life
Heir to the Granolith Ch 46 Aug 20
Chapter 46
Antar
Khivar’s War Room
Lady Ophira stomps up to the chamberlain. “I want to see the king, now chamberlain.”
The chamberlain looks at her in askance. “The king is with his council he can not be disturbed.”
Lady Ophira retorts, “I don’t care who he’s with. This concerns his daughter.”
Worried he asks, “Is she hurt?”
Cryptically she replies, “Not yet.”
Aggravated the Chamberlain says, “I can’t disturb the king on a may be. What is going on?”
“He has captured Princess Vilondra’s son, Amergin, and is planning on having Thalia marry him. He had them meet in the garden today.”
Curious he asks, “Interesting, how did it go?”
Exasperated Lady Ophira throws her hands up in the air. She wails, “How did it go? It went fine; that’s the problem. They couldn’t take their eyes off of each other. Khivar is setting Thalia up to be hurt. Do you really think Amergin will betray his family for the daughter of the man who killed his mother and uncle?”
The Chamberlain explains, “The only way for Khivar to know was to have them meet. If they remain smitten with each other who knows what will happen. Many men have done foolish things for the love of the right woman.”
Enraged at the man’s callousness she yells, “Do you really think Thalia is stupid enough to not know what’s going on? She knows Khivar is using her to further his own plans.”
“Then tell her to do whatever is necessary to make the boy fall in love. Now that it has all been spelled out for you go back and take care of your charge.”
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame - Briefing Room
Baldric covertly studies Rath while engaging in pleasantries with his queen’s children and their spouses.
Liz and Michael are talking by the window observing their children’s antics. They have noticed how often Baldric’s attention has strayed to Michael. Quietly Liz asks, “Did you know each other before?”
“Only in passing. I know my father thought highly of him but he never invited him to join the Throne Bound.”
Knowing how little he likes to talk of the past she asks, “Are you up to talking to him?”
“Doesn’t matter; I must,” replies Michael as he leaves Liz’s side. He moves over to the boisterous group of young people surrounding the General. “Okay infants I think you have monopolized our new friend long enough.”
Rolling her eyes Mellan playfully swats her father on the arm. Michael graces his daughter with one of his rare smiles. “Baldric and I have some things to discuss. We’ll leave you kiddies in Liz’s capable hands.”
As her father leaves out the door Mellan squeals in mock indignation, “Daddy!”
Lost in the past Baldric and Michael are both quiet on the trek to the War Lord’s office. As they enter Michael gestures for Baldric to take a seat in front of his desk. Instead of taking the chair behind his desk Michael stands in front of the window. His stance is rigid as he waits for the barrage of questions to begin. Michael lets the silence stretch as he gazes at the Itchien arm of the Whirlwind Galaxy for he is unwilling to open old wounds unless he must.
Baldric contemplates the man before him unsure of how to proceed. It has been over seventy years since their last conversation. Before Rath would have poured them both a drink and sat beside him. They would have caught up on family news but for Rath there is none. The House of Aquitani had refused to submit to Khivar's rule. Khivar declared the house disbanded and all its members’ traitors. He then spent the next three decades in a bloody campaign systematically eradicating everyone of Rath’s bloodline. Khivar could not afford to have a child born with the War Lord’s abilities.
Baldric scrutinizes the room looking for some trace of the Rath of old any indicator of the War Lord's personality. There are no personal adornments, no war trophies, no ancient weapons, not even the wolf's head insignia of the House of Aquitani can be found. The room is cold, sterile as if no one has ever occupied it. How am I to trust this man who is so totally different from before?
Knowing Rath will not volunteer any information Baldric begins, ”What am I to call you?”
Without turning around Michael answers, “Rath, Michael, or War Lord.”
“How much do you remember of your life as Rath?”
In a clipped tone Michael answers, “Everything.”
Baldric mentally sighs knowing this is going to be a difficult process. “Could you elaborate?”
Michael answers, “From about the age of two till the second I died.”
Baldric is horrified to realize Rath remembers dying. He doesn’t want to delve any deeper but he has to know exactly who he is dealing with. “How much of the War Lord’s power do you have?”
Rath turns around capturing Baldric with his gaze. Baldric is astonished to see the whites of Rath’s eyes disappear as they turn completely red. As Michael’s eyes change he opens himself to his gift, his power, his curse. Baldric quakes in fear at the untamed fury of Rath’s power.
Michael calms the storm of power within. He turns back to the window to give the General some time to recover.
Antar
Khivar’s War Room
Lady Ophira stomps up to the chamberlain. “I want to see the king, now chamberlain.”
The chamberlain looks at her in askance. “The king is with his council he can not be disturbed.”
Lady Ophira retorts, “I don’t care who he’s with. This concerns his daughter.”
Worried he asks, “Is she hurt?”
Cryptically she replies, “Not yet.”
Aggravated the Chamberlain says, “I can’t disturb the king on a may be. What is going on?”
“He has captured Princess Vilondra’s son, Amergin, and is planning on having Thalia marry him. He had them meet in the garden today.”
Curious he asks, “Interesting, how did it go?”
Exasperated Lady Ophira throws her hands up in the air. She wails, “How did it go? It went fine; that’s the problem. They couldn’t take their eyes off of each other. Khivar is setting Thalia up to be hurt. Do you really think Amergin will betray his family for the daughter of the man who killed his mother and uncle?”
The Chamberlain explains, “The only way for Khivar to know was to have them meet. If they remain smitten with each other who knows what will happen. Many men have done foolish things for the love of the right woman.”
Enraged at the man’s callousness she yells, “Do you really think Thalia is stupid enough to not know what’s going on? She knows Khivar is using her to further his own plans.”
“Then tell her to do whatever is necessary to make the boy fall in love. Now that it has all been spelled out for you go back and take care of your charge.”
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame - Briefing Room
Baldric covertly studies Rath while engaging in pleasantries with his queen’s children and their spouses.
Liz and Michael are talking by the window observing their children’s antics. They have noticed how often Baldric’s attention has strayed to Michael. Quietly Liz asks, “Did you know each other before?”
“Only in passing. I know my father thought highly of him but he never invited him to join the Throne Bound.”
Knowing how little he likes to talk of the past she asks, “Are you up to talking to him?”
“Doesn’t matter; I must,” replies Michael as he leaves Liz’s side. He moves over to the boisterous group of young people surrounding the General. “Okay infants I think you have monopolized our new friend long enough.”
Rolling her eyes Mellan playfully swats her father on the arm. Michael graces his daughter with one of his rare smiles. “Baldric and I have some things to discuss. We’ll leave you kiddies in Liz’s capable hands.”
As her father leaves out the door Mellan squeals in mock indignation, “Daddy!”
Lost in the past Baldric and Michael are both quiet on the trek to the War Lord’s office. As they enter Michael gestures for Baldric to take a seat in front of his desk. Instead of taking the chair behind his desk Michael stands in front of the window. His stance is rigid as he waits for the barrage of questions to begin. Michael lets the silence stretch as he gazes at the Itchien arm of the Whirlwind Galaxy for he is unwilling to open old wounds unless he must.
Baldric contemplates the man before him unsure of how to proceed. It has been over seventy years since their last conversation. Before Rath would have poured them both a drink and sat beside him. They would have caught up on family news but for Rath there is none. The House of Aquitani had refused to submit to Khivar's rule. Khivar declared the house disbanded and all its members’ traitors. He then spent the next three decades in a bloody campaign systematically eradicating everyone of Rath’s bloodline. Khivar could not afford to have a child born with the War Lord’s abilities.
Baldric scrutinizes the room looking for some trace of the Rath of old any indicator of the War Lord's personality. There are no personal adornments, no war trophies, no ancient weapons, not even the wolf's head insignia of the House of Aquitani can be found. The room is cold, sterile as if no one has ever occupied it. How am I to trust this man who is so totally different from before?
Knowing Rath will not volunteer any information Baldric begins, ”What am I to call you?”
Without turning around Michael answers, “Rath, Michael, or War Lord.”
“How much do you remember of your life as Rath?”
In a clipped tone Michael answers, “Everything.”
Baldric mentally sighs knowing this is going to be a difficult process. “Could you elaborate?”
Michael answers, “From about the age of two till the second I died.”
Baldric is horrified to realize Rath remembers dying. He doesn’t want to delve any deeper but he has to know exactly who he is dealing with. “How much of the War Lord’s power do you have?”
Rath turns around capturing Baldric with his gaze. Baldric is astonished to see the whites of Rath’s eyes disappear as they turn completely red. As Michael’s eyes change he opens himself to his gift, his power, his curse. Baldric quakes in fear at the untamed fury of Rath’s power.
Michael calms the storm of power within. He turns back to the window to give the General some time to recover.
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Heir to the Granolith
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Stranger In My Own Life
Via, Veritas, Vita
The way, the truth, the life
Heir to the Granolith Ch 47 Aug 30
Many thanks to Kathy nee Sablaine who did the original beta work on this. Alas I added and was a bad girl and didn't get it checked over. So any mistakes are mine.
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Chapter 47
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame - Briefing Room
After Michael and Baldric leave Liz signals Alaric and Serena to come with her. In silence they walk to Liz’s quarters. Once inside her inner sanctum she turns on her oldest advisors. “What are you hiding from me?”
Alaric harrumphs and counters, “What are you hiding from us?”
The last vestiges of Liz’s good mood evaporate at Alaric’s question. She snaps with royal fury, “Answer us.”
Liz’s shift to the royal we alerts Serena to the true depth of her queen’s anger. Alaric unmoved by Liz’s show of temper remains silent.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out that Amergin and Mariska failed to check in yesterday? Did you think this tidbit of information not important enough to share with me? Prince Hannar is desperately trying to remain on the fence but much to his displeasure his largest vassal is on Antar openly supporting Khivar. If Hannar decides to vent his ire with Lord Jadenspear I don’t want Amergin and Mariska caught in the crossfire. Serena, I want your agents to find and extract them immediately.”
Bracing herself for the next blast Serena answers, “I’ve been reviewing the tapes of Isabel and Max. Isabel gave pictures of Amergin to Lord Galen. He transmitted the images to his agents on Antar.”
In disbelief at Isabel’s utter stupidity she screams, “Bloody Hell!” She quickly begins calming herself knowing now is not the time to indulge in a tantrum. As her anger drains away a feeling of overwhelming dread replaces it. Words from the second prophecy float through her mind…balance must be restored…a life given, a life taken…for only blood will slake its thirst. “Find him Serena. Find Amergin now.”
Serena answers, “At once my queen,” and rushes from the room.
Alaric remains closely studying his queen. He takes note of the pallor of her countenance how sunken her eyes have become. The robes of state engulf her petite frame. The war had barely begun and it was already exacting a heavy toll on his queen. How was she going to survive months possibly years of this? How was he? How he longed to retire and take up those priestly tasks he once scorned a simple life of prayer and contemplation at a remote make that a very remote mountain monastery held a great deal of appeal. These days he felt all of his 172 years. He didn’t know how to bridge the gap between himself and his queen. He hadn’t been prepared for her distrust, her coolness towards him. He hadn’t known how much her lack of faith would hurt.
His seeming betrayal in the face of Max’s had driven a wedge between them. Liz had expected him to put her interests and the realm’s first. He hadn’t anticipated how much of a struggle it would be for him to overcome his priestly vows and divulge the secret lore of the Granolith. He still had not revealed all he knew and Liz sensed it. Interpretation of prophecy was tricky at best and divination had never been his strong suit and now after decades of silence the Granolith speaks.
Liz’s normally expressive brown eyes are closed to him. Her face painfully blank as if he were a stranger. Letting his anger at the situation get the better of him he snaps at her. “Were you ever going to tell me of the second prophecy? Are you so versed in the mysteries of the Granolith that you no longer need to seek my counsel?”
Interrupting him she coldly asks, “What counsel would you give us?”
Expecting more resistance he is startled by her question. He looks at her hoping for some glimmer of warmth but all he is met with is her stone face. He begins, “The prophecy begins ‘final judgment is at hand.’ I believe that means that this war over Antar will be the final one. The next part is ambiguous ‘the Soul Drinker must be satisfied.’ There are no references in Granolith lore to a ‘Soul Drinker’ but knowing Khivar I believe it to be him. As for the last part ‘Keepers child balance must be restored…a life given, a life taken…for only blood will slake its thirst.’ I believe it means Khivar must die. He must pay with his life’s blood to restore the cosmic balance he disrupted.”
Dryly Liz says, “In essence your counsel is Khivar must die. How enlightening.”
Before Alaric can respond to Liz’s sarcasm her vid screen squawks to life. Comm. Officer Osric appears, “My Queen, we have received an encrypted communiqué addressed to you but it is not a resistance encryption.”
Liz asks, “Is there a code?”
“Yes.”
Liz orders, “Send the message and code number to Serena.”
“Understood, also the War Lord is desirous of your presence in the Briefing Room.’
“I’m on my way.”
Earth – Antarian Resistance Headquarters
Max, Isabel, and their escort stand before the elevator to Liz’s apartments. Neither of their codes will work to open the elevator. Aggravated Max rings Base Command on the intercom.
The operator answers, “Base Command how may I direct your call?”
“This is your king. I need security to meet me at the elevator to the Queen’s apartments.”
Concerned the operator asks, “Is there a problem?”
“Either my code and Princess Isabel’s are not working or the security pad is broken.”
The operator replies, “I’ll send security to your location.”
“Thank you. Could you please check our codes while we wait?”
“Yes sir.”
Fifteen minutes pass while Max and Isabel wait impatiently. The operator comes back on the intercom. “Sir, neither you nor Princess Isabel have clearance to access that elevator.”
Shocked Isabel blurts out, “I’ve always had it before!”
The operator explains, “I’m sorry ma’am but your access was revoked by the War Lord.”
Isabel snarls out, “How dare he!”
The operator tries to smooth over the situation. ”Ma’am, its protocol when the queen is not in residence to limit access to her apartments for security reasons.”
Max can appreciate their viligence but he reasons, “I’m her husband surely it doesn’t apply to me.”
The operator answers, “Sir you’ve never been given access.”
Beyond all patience Max orders, “Open this elevator or I’ll blast it open.”
The operator replies, “I must warn you if you try to enter without proper authorization the internal defense system will activate.”
The Security Chief walks up during the operator’s explanation. Seeing how red-faced Max is the Security Chief jumps in before Max explodes. “Sir you’re newly arrived I’m sure it was just an oversight by the War Lord’s security team.”
The Security Chief rapidly punches in a code and gestures for Max and Isabel to precede him into the elevator.
Max, Isabel, and their escort walk into Queen Elizabeth's apartments, leery of tripping one of the alarms. They enter room after empty room. Only a few pieces of furniture remain protectively covered by dust cloths. Max halts in the middle of the family room. The barrenness of the room sharply contrasts with the warmth of his memories. A myriad of emotions pass over his face: shock, betrayal, loneliness, sadness, before settling on anger. Max strides into Liz's bedchamber, throwing open her closet doors. He then fumbles with the lock on the wall safe.
Blanching, Isabel remarks, "Max, the crown jewels are gone."
Max ignores Isabel's outburst. Turning on his heel, he walks into Liz's family room. He stares at the wall of faded squares where family pictures once hung. He waves his hand over one section of the wall, the secret entrance to the Granolith Chamber slides open. In disbelief Max exclaims, "How the hell did she move the Granolith without anyone noticing?"
The guards hide their smirks at Max's outburst as he stalks past them. A few minutes later Max slams into the communications room and orders "Open a channel to Altir immediately."
Minutes later a young man appears on the vid screen saying, "Altir Base Command."
Max yells, "Get my wife!"
Confused the comm officer asks, "Sir, who are you?"
Red-faced Max answers, "Your King!"
Thoroughly confused the comm officer gamely continues on, "Sir our queen isn't married. Are you sure you have contacted the right planet?"
Visibly shaking with rage he spits out, "Get Michael."
Cringing the comm officer asks, "Michael who?"
Lady Edana steps in, "We need to speak to the Warlord."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but he is out on maneuvers."
Max screeches, "I don't care where he is get him on the vid screen now!"
"Hold please."
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Chapter 47
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame - Briefing Room
After Michael and Baldric leave Liz signals Alaric and Serena to come with her. In silence they walk to Liz’s quarters. Once inside her inner sanctum she turns on her oldest advisors. “What are you hiding from me?”
Alaric harrumphs and counters, “What are you hiding from us?”
The last vestiges of Liz’s good mood evaporate at Alaric’s question. She snaps with royal fury, “Answer us.”
Liz’s shift to the royal we alerts Serena to the true depth of her queen’s anger. Alaric unmoved by Liz’s show of temper remains silent.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out that Amergin and Mariska failed to check in yesterday? Did you think this tidbit of information not important enough to share with me? Prince Hannar is desperately trying to remain on the fence but much to his displeasure his largest vassal is on Antar openly supporting Khivar. If Hannar decides to vent his ire with Lord Jadenspear I don’t want Amergin and Mariska caught in the crossfire. Serena, I want your agents to find and extract them immediately.”
Bracing herself for the next blast Serena answers, “I’ve been reviewing the tapes of Isabel and Max. Isabel gave pictures of Amergin to Lord Galen. He transmitted the images to his agents on Antar.”
In disbelief at Isabel’s utter stupidity she screams, “Bloody Hell!” She quickly begins calming herself knowing now is not the time to indulge in a tantrum. As her anger drains away a feeling of overwhelming dread replaces it. Words from the second prophecy float through her mind…balance must be restored…a life given, a life taken…for only blood will slake its thirst. “Find him Serena. Find Amergin now.”
Serena answers, “At once my queen,” and rushes from the room.
Alaric remains closely studying his queen. He takes note of the pallor of her countenance how sunken her eyes have become. The robes of state engulf her petite frame. The war had barely begun and it was already exacting a heavy toll on his queen. How was she going to survive months possibly years of this? How was he? How he longed to retire and take up those priestly tasks he once scorned a simple life of prayer and contemplation at a remote make that a very remote mountain monastery held a great deal of appeal. These days he felt all of his 172 years. He didn’t know how to bridge the gap between himself and his queen. He hadn’t been prepared for her distrust, her coolness towards him. He hadn’t known how much her lack of faith would hurt.
His seeming betrayal in the face of Max’s had driven a wedge between them. Liz had expected him to put her interests and the realm’s first. He hadn’t anticipated how much of a struggle it would be for him to overcome his priestly vows and divulge the secret lore of the Granolith. He still had not revealed all he knew and Liz sensed it. Interpretation of prophecy was tricky at best and divination had never been his strong suit and now after decades of silence the Granolith speaks.
Liz’s normally expressive brown eyes are closed to him. Her face painfully blank as if he were a stranger. Letting his anger at the situation get the better of him he snaps at her. “Were you ever going to tell me of the second prophecy? Are you so versed in the mysteries of the Granolith that you no longer need to seek my counsel?”
Interrupting him she coldly asks, “What counsel would you give us?”
Expecting more resistance he is startled by her question. He looks at her hoping for some glimmer of warmth but all he is met with is her stone face. He begins, “The prophecy begins ‘final judgment is at hand.’ I believe that means that this war over Antar will be the final one. The next part is ambiguous ‘the Soul Drinker must be satisfied.’ There are no references in Granolith lore to a ‘Soul Drinker’ but knowing Khivar I believe it to be him. As for the last part ‘Keepers child balance must be restored…a life given, a life taken…for only blood will slake its thirst.’ I believe it means Khivar must die. He must pay with his life’s blood to restore the cosmic balance he disrupted.”
Dryly Liz says, “In essence your counsel is Khivar must die. How enlightening.”
Before Alaric can respond to Liz’s sarcasm her vid screen squawks to life. Comm. Officer Osric appears, “My Queen, we have received an encrypted communiqué addressed to you but it is not a resistance encryption.”
Liz asks, “Is there a code?”
“Yes.”
Liz orders, “Send the message and code number to Serena.”
“Understood, also the War Lord is desirous of your presence in the Briefing Room.’
“I’m on my way.”
Earth – Antarian Resistance Headquarters
Max, Isabel, and their escort stand before the elevator to Liz’s apartments. Neither of their codes will work to open the elevator. Aggravated Max rings Base Command on the intercom.
The operator answers, “Base Command how may I direct your call?”
“This is your king. I need security to meet me at the elevator to the Queen’s apartments.”
Concerned the operator asks, “Is there a problem?”
“Either my code and Princess Isabel’s are not working or the security pad is broken.”
The operator replies, “I’ll send security to your location.”
“Thank you. Could you please check our codes while we wait?”
“Yes sir.”
Fifteen minutes pass while Max and Isabel wait impatiently. The operator comes back on the intercom. “Sir, neither you nor Princess Isabel have clearance to access that elevator.”
Shocked Isabel blurts out, “I’ve always had it before!”
The operator explains, “I’m sorry ma’am but your access was revoked by the War Lord.”
Isabel snarls out, “How dare he!”
The operator tries to smooth over the situation. ”Ma’am, its protocol when the queen is not in residence to limit access to her apartments for security reasons.”
Max can appreciate their viligence but he reasons, “I’m her husband surely it doesn’t apply to me.”
The operator answers, “Sir you’ve never been given access.”
Beyond all patience Max orders, “Open this elevator or I’ll blast it open.”
The operator replies, “I must warn you if you try to enter without proper authorization the internal defense system will activate.”
The Security Chief walks up during the operator’s explanation. Seeing how red-faced Max is the Security Chief jumps in before Max explodes. “Sir you’re newly arrived I’m sure it was just an oversight by the War Lord’s security team.”
The Security Chief rapidly punches in a code and gestures for Max and Isabel to precede him into the elevator.
Max, Isabel, and their escort walk into Queen Elizabeth's apartments, leery of tripping one of the alarms. They enter room after empty room. Only a few pieces of furniture remain protectively covered by dust cloths. Max halts in the middle of the family room. The barrenness of the room sharply contrasts with the warmth of his memories. A myriad of emotions pass over his face: shock, betrayal, loneliness, sadness, before settling on anger. Max strides into Liz's bedchamber, throwing open her closet doors. He then fumbles with the lock on the wall safe.
Blanching, Isabel remarks, "Max, the crown jewels are gone."
Max ignores Isabel's outburst. Turning on his heel, he walks into Liz's family room. He stares at the wall of faded squares where family pictures once hung. He waves his hand over one section of the wall, the secret entrance to the Granolith Chamber slides open. In disbelief Max exclaims, "How the hell did she move the Granolith without anyone noticing?"
The guards hide their smirks at Max's outburst as he stalks past them. A few minutes later Max slams into the communications room and orders "Open a channel to Altir immediately."
Minutes later a young man appears on the vid screen saying, "Altir Base Command."
Max yells, "Get my wife!"
Confused the comm officer asks, "Sir, who are you?"
Red-faced Max answers, "Your King!"
Thoroughly confused the comm officer gamely continues on, "Sir our queen isn't married. Are you sure you have contacted the right planet?"
Visibly shaking with rage he spits out, "Get Michael."
Cringing the comm officer asks, "Michael who?"
Lady Edana steps in, "We need to speak to the Warlord."
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but he is out on maneuvers."
Max screeches, "I don't care where he is get him on the vid screen now!"
"Hold please."
Read my stories:
Heir to the Granolith
Stranger In My Own Life
Via, Veritas, Vita
The way, the truth, the life
Heir to the Granolith
Stranger In My Own Life
Via, Veritas, Vita
The way, the truth, the life
Heir to the Granolith Ch 48 Sept 10
As always many thanks to Kathy nee Sablaine for her excellent beta work. Again I have added and tweaked so any mistakes are my fault.
As my faithful readers know I very rarely explain anything. I like for the story to unfold without help. I do enjoy your feedback and thank you all for taking the time to respond in various formats. Now that being said on to the story....
Adian
Chapter 48
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame – War Lord’s Office
At times Baldric cursed his only gift, sensitivity to others with power. It took valuable time for his senses to recover from the overload of the truly powerful. Once his senses settle, he resolutely continues on: “You have the knowledge and the power but do you have the experience to back it up?”
Michael turns around smirking. “Getting this far isn’t recommendation enough for you?”
Wisely Baldric remains silent. Michael opens the top drawer of his desk and takes out a folder. He hands it to the General saying, “My resumé.”
Fascinated but wary, Baldric opens the folder. He scans the papers enclosed - First in class at the Bellovaci Imperial War College, Helvetti War, promoted on the battlefield three times, Third Lexovi War Battle Commander for the Meddix of Capraia. Stunned he blurts out, “You are General BlackWolf!”
With an ironic half smile Michael gives a slight bow and says, “At your service.”
Amazed Baldric asks, “How did you pull it off with no one recognizing you?”
“Like this.” Michael waves a hand over his face. His reddish-brown hair changes to inky black. His light brown eyes turn gray. His nose becomes slightly more pronounced.
“It isn’t a mindwarp, is it?” He watches Rath shake his head no. Baldric is disturbed by the implications. “I thought only shape shifters could change their facial features.”
Michael explains: “One has to have a tremendous amount of power and control to maintain the changes on a daily basis. Liz and her children are the only ones I know who possess that level of power and control.”
Disbelieving, Baldric says, “I didn’t sense that much power coming from the Queen.”
“Shields, Baldric, it’s all about shielding. You didn’t know I had the Warlord’s power until I lowered mine. Don’t make the mistake of believing Liz to be a mere human. Underestimate her at your peril for all have fallen before her.”
Curious Baldric asks, “Even you?”
Smiling ruefully he answers, “Even I. I knew her before she became queen before she had access to her gifts. She is the most intelligent, most capable person I’ve even known. Liz continually saved our asses at a great personal cost to herself. She is the only reason we are here today.”
Before Michael can say more his video screen squawks to life. Comm. Officer Osric appears. "Warlord, a call has come through from Altir Base Command. The Communications Officer there has a man claiming to be the king on the video screen. He first asked to speak to his wife, then to you."
"I'll take the call in the briefing room. Ask the Queen to meet me there."
Comm. Officer Osric replies, “Understood, Sir.”
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame – Combat Command Center (C-Com)
Rigan, Rian, Mellan, Riona, and Jaden are in C-Com going over the battle plan once more when Baldric and Michael enter looking grim. The younger set approach Michael but he just glares at them disregarding their questions. Instead he wonders how to tell his queen the time has come for Max to choose.
Liz and Alaric enter she ignores everyone but Michael. Recognizing his stoic look she knows whatever he has to tell her isn’t going to be good. She takes a steadying breath before asking, “What happened?”
“Two things: Earth Base Command sent a message. Max has discovered the Granolith and the Crown of Chastil are missing. Max is on a communications channel right now waiting to speak to me. I’ve had the call sent to the Briefing Room.”
Baldric doesn’t understand why a call from the clone of King Zan has caused tension levels to rise to a palpable level. He notices the measured look Rath and Liz exchange before entering the Briefing Room. Curious, he follows the others into the room and stands off to the side with them.
Michael sits before the screen and turns it on. Max's visage, taunt with anger, appears. "Where the hell have you been?" Without pausing for an answer Max continues, "Send someone to find my wife. As for you, Warlord, you have been remiss in your duties to your King. We haven't received any reports on our troop strength and readiness. Therefore, you will immediately begin sending us troop, weapon, and supply counts. You will send us progress reports on the practice maneuvers. You will send us the battle plan for my councilor's review and approval. Are we clear?"
Stonewall in place Michael looks to Liz on how to respond. She waves him off, indicating she will handle Max. At Michael's nod Max orders, "Now get my wife!"
Serena rushes into the briefing room white faced, her attention focused solely on Liz. But Liz waves her off as she sits down to speak to Max.
Michael moves to stand opposite Liz so he can gauge her reactions. She can hide from the others but never from him. He is her protector and trying to shield him from her pain is a useless endeavor for the bond between them is a strong one. Even so he needs every advantage with her so he watches her eyes for they are the windows to her soul.
She sits before the viewer and Max begins by stating emphatically, "I am your husband, the rightful King of Antar. It is time for us to assume our rightful places. Your place is at my side as my Queen Consort. You will prepare a statement for my approval stating that you are stepping down now that the true King of Antar is free and able to rule. You will extract Amergin from whatever mission he is on and return him to the care of his mother, Princess Isabel. You will prepare a ship to pick up Zannor; in three days time my agents will be affecting a rescue. You will teleport my councilors and me to Altir. Upon my arrival, you will hand over the Granolith into my keeping. You will also have the Royal Regalia prepared for my inspection."
By sheer force of will, Liz maintains a serene countenance while Max continues his dictatorial harangue. When he finally finishes she says, "I will do everything you ask on one condition."
Liz ignores the gasps of surprise from her family and friends and waits for Max's answer.
Wary of her tranquility he asks, "And your condition?"
"The ruler chosen by the Granolith bears the Royal Seal of Antar. Prove to me that you bear the seal."
Dismayed at her request, he does not know how to respond.
Amused at his befuddlement she says, "Watch..." Liz takes off her jacket and above her scooped neckline the Royal Seal of Antar glows beating in time with her heart. "Guards, arrest Max, Isabel, Lady Edana, and Lords Vivek and Galen for high treason against the Crown of Antar. Confine the retinues to quarters and monitor all communications until all of the conspirators have been rooted out."
The Security Chief responds, "At once, My Queen."
Liz refuses to look at Michael instead she turns to Serena and asks, “What’s wrong?”
Pale and shaking Serena glances at Michael to be sure Liz wants him to hear the latest intelligence. Liz nods her head for Serena to go on. She whispers, “Khivar has Amergin.”
Liz curses, “Bloody hell!” All eyes are drawn to the three of them. Liz lowers her voice asking, “How?”
In a low voice Serena replies, “Jade Jadenspear thought he was talented enough to grace the Royal Court, so she brought him with her."
Liz’s analytical mind immediately begins to assess the situation. She asks, ”What of Mariska?"
Serena answers, "So far she has managed to elude capture. There’s more. Khivar is planning on Thalia marrying Amergin."
Liz says, "Amergin is safe enough for now. Khivar believes he still has a chance to control the Granolith with a child of the royal bloodline. Mariska will attempt a rescue if it is at all possible. Alert our agents in Caraceni to be on the lookout for them. I want Amergin out of the city by dawn. We begin the battle for Antar tomorrow. “
Liz waves Rigan and Mellan over. "Serena, I need for you to give the tapes of Max and Isabel to Rigan and Mellan. Alex needs to see his wife's treason without comment from us. I need you both to stay with your Uncle no matter what he says; don't leave his side. Pull rank if you have to but don't let him do something stupid. I’ll send Kyle to help after I fill him in. When you think he is ready to see Michael and me, call us." She dismisses Rigan, Mellan, and Serena.
Baldric feels distinctly uncomfortable at having witnessed a family betrayal of this magnitude. He edges closer, wondering what words of comfort or wisdom Rath is offering Liz.
"Poor bastard," comments Michael. "All of this reminds me of a quote from Ovid. ‘Majesty and love do not sit well together, nor remain on one throne.’
“Unfortunately it is apt. Playing at the games of kings is a deadly business. Love suffers most of all in those ambitious or foolhardy enough to play at this most royal of sports.” Liz smiles grimly before adding, “For there can only be one ruler and that is me."
As my faithful readers know I very rarely explain anything. I like for the story to unfold without help. I do enjoy your feedback and thank you all for taking the time to respond in various formats. Now that being said on to the story....
Adian
Chapter 48
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame – War Lord’s Office
At times Baldric cursed his only gift, sensitivity to others with power. It took valuable time for his senses to recover from the overload of the truly powerful. Once his senses settle, he resolutely continues on: “You have the knowledge and the power but do you have the experience to back it up?”
Michael turns around smirking. “Getting this far isn’t recommendation enough for you?”
Wisely Baldric remains silent. Michael opens the top drawer of his desk and takes out a folder. He hands it to the General saying, “My resumé.”
Fascinated but wary, Baldric opens the folder. He scans the papers enclosed - First in class at the Bellovaci Imperial War College, Helvetti War, promoted on the battlefield three times, Third Lexovi War Battle Commander for the Meddix of Capraia. Stunned he blurts out, “You are General BlackWolf!”
With an ironic half smile Michael gives a slight bow and says, “At your service.”
Amazed Baldric asks, “How did you pull it off with no one recognizing you?”
“Like this.” Michael waves a hand over his face. His reddish-brown hair changes to inky black. His light brown eyes turn gray. His nose becomes slightly more pronounced.
“It isn’t a mindwarp, is it?” He watches Rath shake his head no. Baldric is disturbed by the implications. “I thought only shape shifters could change their facial features.”
Michael explains: “One has to have a tremendous amount of power and control to maintain the changes on a daily basis. Liz and her children are the only ones I know who possess that level of power and control.”
Disbelieving, Baldric says, “I didn’t sense that much power coming from the Queen.”
“Shields, Baldric, it’s all about shielding. You didn’t know I had the Warlord’s power until I lowered mine. Don’t make the mistake of believing Liz to be a mere human. Underestimate her at your peril for all have fallen before her.”
Curious Baldric asks, “Even you?”
Smiling ruefully he answers, “Even I. I knew her before she became queen before she had access to her gifts. She is the most intelligent, most capable person I’ve even known. Liz continually saved our asses at a great personal cost to herself. She is the only reason we are here today.”
Before Michael can say more his video screen squawks to life. Comm. Officer Osric appears. "Warlord, a call has come through from Altir Base Command. The Communications Officer there has a man claiming to be the king on the video screen. He first asked to speak to his wife, then to you."
"I'll take the call in the briefing room. Ask the Queen to meet me there."
Comm. Officer Osric replies, “Understood, Sir.”
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame – Combat Command Center (C-Com)
Rigan, Rian, Mellan, Riona, and Jaden are in C-Com going over the battle plan once more when Baldric and Michael enter looking grim. The younger set approach Michael but he just glares at them disregarding their questions. Instead he wonders how to tell his queen the time has come for Max to choose.
Liz and Alaric enter she ignores everyone but Michael. Recognizing his stoic look she knows whatever he has to tell her isn’t going to be good. She takes a steadying breath before asking, “What happened?”
“Two things: Earth Base Command sent a message. Max has discovered the Granolith and the Crown of Chastil are missing. Max is on a communications channel right now waiting to speak to me. I’ve had the call sent to the Briefing Room.”
Baldric doesn’t understand why a call from the clone of King Zan has caused tension levels to rise to a palpable level. He notices the measured look Rath and Liz exchange before entering the Briefing Room. Curious, he follows the others into the room and stands off to the side with them.
Michael sits before the screen and turns it on. Max's visage, taunt with anger, appears. "Where the hell have you been?" Without pausing for an answer Max continues, "Send someone to find my wife. As for you, Warlord, you have been remiss in your duties to your King. We haven't received any reports on our troop strength and readiness. Therefore, you will immediately begin sending us troop, weapon, and supply counts. You will send us progress reports on the practice maneuvers. You will send us the battle plan for my councilor's review and approval. Are we clear?"
Stonewall in place Michael looks to Liz on how to respond. She waves him off, indicating she will handle Max. At Michael's nod Max orders, "Now get my wife!"
Serena rushes into the briefing room white faced, her attention focused solely on Liz. But Liz waves her off as she sits down to speak to Max.
Michael moves to stand opposite Liz so he can gauge her reactions. She can hide from the others but never from him. He is her protector and trying to shield him from her pain is a useless endeavor for the bond between them is a strong one. Even so he needs every advantage with her so he watches her eyes for they are the windows to her soul.
She sits before the viewer and Max begins by stating emphatically, "I am your husband, the rightful King of Antar. It is time for us to assume our rightful places. Your place is at my side as my Queen Consort. You will prepare a statement for my approval stating that you are stepping down now that the true King of Antar is free and able to rule. You will extract Amergin from whatever mission he is on and return him to the care of his mother, Princess Isabel. You will prepare a ship to pick up Zannor; in three days time my agents will be affecting a rescue. You will teleport my councilors and me to Altir. Upon my arrival, you will hand over the Granolith into my keeping. You will also have the Royal Regalia prepared for my inspection."
By sheer force of will, Liz maintains a serene countenance while Max continues his dictatorial harangue. When he finally finishes she says, "I will do everything you ask on one condition."
Liz ignores the gasps of surprise from her family and friends and waits for Max's answer.
Wary of her tranquility he asks, "And your condition?"
"The ruler chosen by the Granolith bears the Royal Seal of Antar. Prove to me that you bear the seal."
Dismayed at her request, he does not know how to respond.
Amused at his befuddlement she says, "Watch..." Liz takes off her jacket and above her scooped neckline the Royal Seal of Antar glows beating in time with her heart. "Guards, arrest Max, Isabel, Lady Edana, and Lords Vivek and Galen for high treason against the Crown of Antar. Confine the retinues to quarters and monitor all communications until all of the conspirators have been rooted out."
The Security Chief responds, "At once, My Queen."
Liz refuses to look at Michael instead she turns to Serena and asks, “What’s wrong?”
Pale and shaking Serena glances at Michael to be sure Liz wants him to hear the latest intelligence. Liz nods her head for Serena to go on. She whispers, “Khivar has Amergin.”
Liz curses, “Bloody hell!” All eyes are drawn to the three of them. Liz lowers her voice asking, “How?”
In a low voice Serena replies, “Jade Jadenspear thought he was talented enough to grace the Royal Court, so she brought him with her."
Liz’s analytical mind immediately begins to assess the situation. She asks, ”What of Mariska?"
Serena answers, "So far she has managed to elude capture. There’s more. Khivar is planning on Thalia marrying Amergin."
Liz says, "Amergin is safe enough for now. Khivar believes he still has a chance to control the Granolith with a child of the royal bloodline. Mariska will attempt a rescue if it is at all possible. Alert our agents in Caraceni to be on the lookout for them. I want Amergin out of the city by dawn. We begin the battle for Antar tomorrow. “
Liz waves Rigan and Mellan over. "Serena, I need for you to give the tapes of Max and Isabel to Rigan and Mellan. Alex needs to see his wife's treason without comment from us. I need you both to stay with your Uncle no matter what he says; don't leave his side. Pull rank if you have to but don't let him do something stupid. I’ll send Kyle to help after I fill him in. When you think he is ready to see Michael and me, call us." She dismisses Rigan, Mellan, and Serena.
Baldric feels distinctly uncomfortable at having witnessed a family betrayal of this magnitude. He edges closer, wondering what words of comfort or wisdom Rath is offering Liz.
"Poor bastard," comments Michael. "All of this reminds me of a quote from Ovid. ‘Majesty and love do not sit well together, nor remain on one throne.’
“Unfortunately it is apt. Playing at the games of kings is a deadly business. Love suffers most of all in those ambitious or foolhardy enough to play at this most royal of sports.” Liz smiles grimly before adding, “For there can only be one ruler and that is me."
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Chapter 49
Antarian Flame - Briefing Room
Michael has noticed Baldric's movement and one cold glare is enough to send him scurrying back to the kids. But they are no happier with his presence. Riona is glaring at him with eyes of molten gold. Rian and Jaden are attempting to calm Riona down but she is beyond hearing them. The back of the chair she is gripping is almost a molten puddle. Dozens of objects from pens to sticky notes twirl in a frenzy all around her.
Alaric comes and pulls Baldric back from the fray. He nods towards Riona. "It is never wise to make a War Lord angry or be in the path of that anger."
Stunned Baldric asks, "Riona has Rath's power?"
Alaric answers, "No, her combat skills are different but no less powerful. Unlike Michael, Riona must let the power of her rage dissipate in some physical manifestation."
Baldric stares at Riona in wide-eyed fascination. Gesturing to the mangled remains of the chair he asks, “Isn’t that dangerous?"
"In battle no, but time will temper her as it has Michael."
Horrified Baldric asks, "Rath was once this out of control?"
"On Earth yes. Michael didn't have a teacher until he was an adult. Training and bonding with the queen provided him with the foundation and focus he needed."
With a hint of disapproval Baldric comments, "That doesn't explain Riona's lack of discipline."
Alaric explains, "Riona is the most volatile of her siblings. For all her bravado she is the easiest to hurt. A few weeks ago her greatest wish came true; she met a version of her father. But legends rarely live up to their reputations. Aside from looks, Max doesn't resemble the man she and others have built him up to be. Riona is angry at him, herself, her mother, and on behalf of her mother."
Confused Baldric asks, "Version?"
With an enigmatic smile Alaric replies, "That is a story for Liz or Michael to tell."
After scaring off Baldric, Michael tries to read his queen's intent. He can practically see the proverbial wheel spinning. Sighing he says, "Whatever you're planning I forbid it."
A delicate brow arches her expression becoming mutinous she asks, "How do you plan on stopping me?'
"Reason. I know you want to go after Amergin but we don't know where in Caraceni he is being held. You could wander the halls of the palace for days before finding him. We have a spy network down there. Let them do their jobs. You have a responsibility to be here for your people."
Liz snaps, "What of my responsibility to Amergin?"
He retorts, "What of his to you? You sent Amergin to find out what was going on in House Jadenspear. Instead of coming home and making a report Amergin chose to go with Jade Jadenspear to Caraceni. He didn't follow orders. He broke protocol to do what he wanted, not what the mission called for. He has to face the consequences of his actions."
Liz replies softly, "It doesn't make me feel any less guilty."
"You're a good woman but right now I need you to be a good queen. I need you focused on the battle ahead. In a matter of hours your subjects are going to be taking their cue from you. They need to see you standing strong and calm with me at your side, beginning with the arrival of Prince Cero."
"You're right, but first I have to be a good friend. Kyle has been kept in the dark long enough. He deserves to know the truth about Isabel from me."
Relieved at her capitulation he says, "Agreed. Now go put on some queenly looking clothes. You need to look suitable impressive for Cero. He won't let us start the battle with you in a flight suit."
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame – Liz’s Quarters
Kyle walks into Liz's drawing room and knocks on the outer door of her chambers. When no one answers he softly calls out Liz's name. Still receiving no answer his senses go on alert. Making no sound he walks through the outer chambers. It is eerily quiet - no guards, no petitioners, no council members. The chambers are empty.
One of us is in trouble. I hope it's not me. If it's Liz I need to call Michael. Oh Buddha what if she has found out what Whitman, Guerin, and I did. I'm calling Michael. Kyle reaches for his comm unit but the door to Liz's inner sanctum opens. Cautiously he peers in the doorway. He sees Liz staring out the star destroyer's window. The hauntingly beautiful collision of the Hirpini and Isernia galaxies dominates the view. He wonders at the sadness radiating from her every line - the slumped shoulders the bowed head. He cannot stand to see her in this state. Kyle gives her the benefit of his true gift, laughter. "Liz it wasn't my fault. It was all Whitman and Guerin's doing."
Liz grins slightly at his antics. "I really don't want to know what the three of you have been up to. Actually, I'm the one that needs to confess."
Startled Kyle blurts out, "You?"
With a wry smile she agrees, "Me. I've kept you out of the loop on something."
"I'm sure you had your reasons."
"I had Max and Isabel arrested for treason tonight."
"Holy Buddha!" Kyle takes a deep breath to calm his chaotic emotions. "Does Alex know yet?"
"He's watching the tapes as we speak." Liz turns back to the window giving Kyle a few minutes to digest the news. Oh, Alex, how I have failed you. How do I explain to you, much less my nieces, how their mother ended up a traitor and their brother in the enemy’s hands? Michael and I had to know to where Max and Isabel’s loyalties lied. We…no I had to let them take the final step. We thought by isolating them the damage would be minimal. How could I have ever guessed that Isabel would be so monumentally stupid as to release Amergin’s picture? And that Max would agree to it? Just how far have the delusion twins drifted from reality?
Kyle walks up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Gently he asks, "How are you?"
Kyle tries to comfort his grieving friend but Liz moves out of his reach saying, "My soul has no more tears for Max Evans. Like the Isernia Galaxy. The Hirpini Galaxy is going straight through the heart of Isernia. As Hirpini leaves it's stripping out the gases, the life's blood of a galaxy. Isernia is becoming a shadow of itself. I thought with Max coming back I would feel whole; instead I feel even emptier than before. "
Liz's vid screen squawks to life. Comm. Officer Osric appears. "My Queen, the Warlord is desirous of your presence in the briefing room. Prince Cero has arrived and they are ready to begin.”
“I’m on my way.”
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I WON in TWO categories!!!!
I am shocked
I am stunned I am so happy I've never won before. So many thanks to everyone who voted for me! And special thanks to whoever nominated me in the first place.
And now somthing for all of you...
Chapter 49
Antarian Flame - Briefing Room
Michael has noticed Baldric's movement and one cold glare is enough to send him scurrying back to the kids. But they are no happier with his presence. Riona is glaring at him with eyes of molten gold. Rian and Jaden are attempting to calm Riona down but she is beyond hearing them. The back of the chair she is gripping is almost a molten puddle. Dozens of objects from pens to sticky notes twirl in a frenzy all around her.
Alaric comes and pulls Baldric back from the fray. He nods towards Riona. "It is never wise to make a War Lord angry or be in the path of that anger."
Stunned Baldric asks, "Riona has Rath's power?"
Alaric answers, "No, her combat skills are different but no less powerful. Unlike Michael, Riona must let the power of her rage dissipate in some physical manifestation."
Baldric stares at Riona in wide-eyed fascination. Gesturing to the mangled remains of the chair he asks, “Isn’t that dangerous?"
"In battle no, but time will temper her as it has Michael."
Horrified Baldric asks, "Rath was once this out of control?"
"On Earth yes. Michael didn't have a teacher until he was an adult. Training and bonding with the queen provided him with the foundation and focus he needed."
With a hint of disapproval Baldric comments, "That doesn't explain Riona's lack of discipline."
Alaric explains, "Riona is the most volatile of her siblings. For all her bravado she is the easiest to hurt. A few weeks ago her greatest wish came true; she met a version of her father. But legends rarely live up to their reputations. Aside from looks, Max doesn't resemble the man she and others have built him up to be. Riona is angry at him, herself, her mother, and on behalf of her mother."
Confused Baldric asks, "Version?"
With an enigmatic smile Alaric replies, "That is a story for Liz or Michael to tell."
After scaring off Baldric, Michael tries to read his queen's intent. He can practically see the proverbial wheel spinning. Sighing he says, "Whatever you're planning I forbid it."
A delicate brow arches her expression becoming mutinous she asks, "How do you plan on stopping me?'
"Reason. I know you want to go after Amergin but we don't know where in Caraceni he is being held. You could wander the halls of the palace for days before finding him. We have a spy network down there. Let them do their jobs. You have a responsibility to be here for your people."
Liz snaps, "What of my responsibility to Amergin?"
He retorts, "What of his to you? You sent Amergin to find out what was going on in House Jadenspear. Instead of coming home and making a report Amergin chose to go with Jade Jadenspear to Caraceni. He didn't follow orders. He broke protocol to do what he wanted, not what the mission called for. He has to face the consequences of his actions."
Liz replies softly, "It doesn't make me feel any less guilty."
"You're a good woman but right now I need you to be a good queen. I need you focused on the battle ahead. In a matter of hours your subjects are going to be taking their cue from you. They need to see you standing strong and calm with me at your side, beginning with the arrival of Prince Cero."
"You're right, but first I have to be a good friend. Kyle has been kept in the dark long enough. He deserves to know the truth about Isabel from me."
Relieved at her capitulation he says, "Agreed. Now go put on some queenly looking clothes. You need to look suitable impressive for Cero. He won't let us start the battle with you in a flight suit."
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame – Liz’s Quarters
Kyle walks into Liz's drawing room and knocks on the outer door of her chambers. When no one answers he softly calls out Liz's name. Still receiving no answer his senses go on alert. Making no sound he walks through the outer chambers. It is eerily quiet - no guards, no petitioners, no council members. The chambers are empty.
One of us is in trouble. I hope it's not me. If it's Liz I need to call Michael. Oh Buddha what if she has found out what Whitman, Guerin, and I did. I'm calling Michael. Kyle reaches for his comm unit but the door to Liz's inner sanctum opens. Cautiously he peers in the doorway. He sees Liz staring out the star destroyer's window. The hauntingly beautiful collision of the Hirpini and Isernia galaxies dominates the view. He wonders at the sadness radiating from her every line - the slumped shoulders the bowed head. He cannot stand to see her in this state. Kyle gives her the benefit of his true gift, laughter. "Liz it wasn't my fault. It was all Whitman and Guerin's doing."
Liz grins slightly at his antics. "I really don't want to know what the three of you have been up to. Actually, I'm the one that needs to confess."
Startled Kyle blurts out, "You?"
With a wry smile she agrees, "Me. I've kept you out of the loop on something."
"I'm sure you had your reasons."
"I had Max and Isabel arrested for treason tonight."
"Holy Buddha!" Kyle takes a deep breath to calm his chaotic emotions. "Does Alex know yet?"
"He's watching the tapes as we speak." Liz turns back to the window giving Kyle a few minutes to digest the news. Oh, Alex, how I have failed you. How do I explain to you, much less my nieces, how their mother ended up a traitor and their brother in the enemy’s hands? Michael and I had to know to where Max and Isabel’s loyalties lied. We…no I had to let them take the final step. We thought by isolating them the damage would be minimal. How could I have ever guessed that Isabel would be so monumentally stupid as to release Amergin’s picture? And that Max would agree to it? Just how far have the delusion twins drifted from reality?
Kyle walks up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder. Gently he asks, "How are you?"
Kyle tries to comfort his grieving friend but Liz moves out of his reach saying, "My soul has no more tears for Max Evans. Like the Isernia Galaxy. The Hirpini Galaxy is going straight through the heart of Isernia. As Hirpini leaves it's stripping out the gases, the life's blood of a galaxy. Isernia is becoming a shadow of itself. I thought with Max coming back I would feel whole; instead I feel even emptier than before. "
Liz's vid screen squawks to life. Comm. Officer Osric appears. "My Queen, the Warlord is desirous of your presence in the briefing room. Prince Cero has arrived and they are ready to begin.”
“I’m on my way.”
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Heir to the Granolith
Stranger In My Own Life
Via, Veritas, Vita
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Via, Veritas, Vita
The way, the truth, the life
Heir to the Granolith Ch 50 Oct 23
Sorry for the wait but I've been having a very, very bad month. I'm posting this without benefit of a beta so if the spelling/grammar is too bad I'll apologize now.
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Chapter 50
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame Briefing Room
In the Briefing Room the oval conference table is full. Crown Prince Rian sits at one end flanked by his First Advisor his brother Rigan and his sister Riona his War Lord. In the middle ruling Princes Cero and Larek sit across from each other surrounded by their advisors. Liz’s counselor’s take chairs near her seat at the head of the table.
The room becomes a sea of blood red as the Queen’s Throne Bound enters. At each corner a guard takes position his weapon drawn aimed at the occupants of the table. In silence the rest of the Throne Bound scan the room and it’s occupants for hidden listening devices, weapons, or explosives.
Arms crossed Kyle stands in the doorway overseeing the search. The guards report the room is clear. Kyle orders the guards to secure the doorways. Kyle opens a comm channel and reports, “War Lord the room is clear.”
The Throne Bound divides into two groups each going to a doorway. They form up in two lines facing each other. Kyle announces, “The War Lord.”
Michael walks in surveying the room at his nod Kyle announces, “Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth.”
Metal scrapes against metal as all rise to stand before their queen. Liz enters the room dressed in imperial purple wearing the lesser crown the Diadem of Rialtair. Her countenance is serene her stride confident until she sees Alex. Stopping at his side she lays a hand on his forearm. She telepaths, “Are you sure?”
As he raises his hand to cover hers she studies her childhood friend’s pain ravaged face. His blue eyes are bleak but the core of him shines through with determination. As his hand touches hers she nearly buckles from the onslaught of his emotional pain. But cutting through the pain are feelings of love and friendship for her. Alex telepaths back, “I’m sure Lizzy.”
She gives his hand a final squeeze before continuing on to the head of the table. She smiles at Larek as she passes ignoring his look of concern. She avoids looking at Michael until her mask of serenity is back in place. As she reaches the head of the table Michael pulls her chair out. She whispers a quiet, “Thank you.”
She turns to the sea of faces looking at her expectantly. “Please be seated. I want to thank you all for coming. I want to offer my congratulations to Princes Larek and Cero on ridding their systems of Khivar’s minions.”
Prince Cero a tall dignified man of indeterminate years stands, “My Queen it is to you that the thanks are owed. Without your and your counselor’s foresight and commitment we would still be under Khivar’s rule. You have stayed true to the plan at great personal cost. Because of you I have regained my family and my planet. It is time for us to strike the decisive blow and end Khivar’s reign forever.”
A round of clapping and cheering ensues as Prince Cero sits down. Smiling Prince Larek stands, “I don’t think I could improve upon my friend Cero’s sentiments but I also want to offer the sincerest thanks of a grateful people and it’s even more grateful ruler.“
As Prince Larek sits another round of clapping and cheering ensues. Liz gives an embarrassed smile. “My thanks to you both for those kind words but the time for kind words is over. It is now time to beard the lion in its den. The hardest battle is before us. Khivar knows we’re coming and being the snake he is I know he has a few nasty surprises in store for us. One of which we are already aware of Khivar has captured Alex’s son Amergin. “
A series of shocked gasps can be heard and realization dawns at Liz’s previous behavior and Alex’s drawn countenance. Liz lets the tumult die down before continuing. “Khivar is planning on marrying Amergin to Thalia in his continuing quest to gain control of the Granolith. We are in the process of gathering intelligence to formulate a rescue plan.”
Prince Larek shoots a quick look at Cero seeing the agreement in his eyes Larek says, “Our agents will be alerted and whatever help we can provide we will.”
Liz’s countenance is a grave mask. “You have my family’s thanks but we cannot let Amergin’s plight distract us from the main goal. The Granolith has made its wishes known Khivar will go down no matter the cost. Are there any questions or concerns about the battle plan?” She looks around the table at the hopeful yet determined faces of these men and women who have spent all or most of their lives under Khivar’s oppressive rule. Receiving no questions she continues on, “When you return to your ships please send the War Lord your final troop and supply counts. We begin the journey to Antar in an hour.”
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame Combat Command Center
Michael stands feet firmly planted arms crossed and surveys the people before him. Front and center Kyle is at Flight Command giving last minute instructions to his flight leaders. On the port side is the Navigation station and on the starboard side is the Weapons console. Alex is manning Communications situated directly to his right. Above him his second, Riona, mans the Bridge monitoring the Damage Control Board. And Liz sits directly behind him in imperial purple silk looking regal and confident. All is in readiness now it just remains to be seen which way Khivar will jump.
Alex interrupts his thoughts. “War Lord we are being hailed by Antar.”
Michael orders, “Put it on the main screen.”
Khivar’s image appears on the main screen behind him he is surrounded by his advisors. This is the first time Khivar and Michael have laid eyes on each other since the day Khivar murdered the original Rath. Michael can feel his rage, his power begin to surge the need to obliterate Khivar is compelling. But Liz has moved to stand beside him and uses her presence to anchor him to the present.
“I am Khivar, King of Antar, you are about to enter a sovereign territory without permission which will be considered an act of war. If you dare to enter be prepared to face the full might of the Antarian space navy. No mercy or quarter will be given to you or any of your allies.”
Liz speaks, “We are Elizabeth, Queen of Antar, the ruler sanctioned by the Granolith.” As Liz speaks she projects the royal seal of Antar so all can see. “We have a counter offer. We give you one solar day to depart Antar and leave the system forever with no repercussions. If you are later found within the borders of the Antarian System your life will and those who shelter you will be forfeit.”
Looking falsely apologetic Khivar replies, “A generous offer but I expected no less. I’m afraid I can not comply Antar is my kingdom now and I will not give it up.”
Voice cold Liz responds, “If you will not willingly depart then you will die.”
Her comment does not faze him. Smiling he replies, “I think not. The great and fearsome War Lord Rath couldn’t save his king in his last life I expect him to do no better for his queen in this one. Although you do keep him muzzled far better than Zan ever did.” Khivar watches Michael closely for a reaction that never comes. He is disappointed that he has provoked no reaction from Rath.
Khivar makes a parting shot. “Perhaps if you are still alive after the battle I’ll take you for my new queen. You are much more worthy than the last one.” The screen goes blank.
Michael begins bellowing out orders, “Battle stations! All crew to quarters! Flight Commander release your squadrons. “
The klaxons wail as everyone rushes to their assigned places for the battle ahead.
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Chapter 50
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame Briefing Room
In the Briefing Room the oval conference table is full. Crown Prince Rian sits at one end flanked by his First Advisor his brother Rigan and his sister Riona his War Lord. In the middle ruling Princes Cero and Larek sit across from each other surrounded by their advisors. Liz’s counselor’s take chairs near her seat at the head of the table.
The room becomes a sea of blood red as the Queen’s Throne Bound enters. At each corner a guard takes position his weapon drawn aimed at the occupants of the table. In silence the rest of the Throne Bound scan the room and it’s occupants for hidden listening devices, weapons, or explosives.
Arms crossed Kyle stands in the doorway overseeing the search. The guards report the room is clear. Kyle orders the guards to secure the doorways. Kyle opens a comm channel and reports, “War Lord the room is clear.”
The Throne Bound divides into two groups each going to a doorway. They form up in two lines facing each other. Kyle announces, “The War Lord.”
Michael walks in surveying the room at his nod Kyle announces, “Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth.”
Metal scrapes against metal as all rise to stand before their queen. Liz enters the room dressed in imperial purple wearing the lesser crown the Diadem of Rialtair. Her countenance is serene her stride confident until she sees Alex. Stopping at his side she lays a hand on his forearm. She telepaths, “Are you sure?”
As he raises his hand to cover hers she studies her childhood friend’s pain ravaged face. His blue eyes are bleak but the core of him shines through with determination. As his hand touches hers she nearly buckles from the onslaught of his emotional pain. But cutting through the pain are feelings of love and friendship for her. Alex telepaths back, “I’m sure Lizzy.”
She gives his hand a final squeeze before continuing on to the head of the table. She smiles at Larek as she passes ignoring his look of concern. She avoids looking at Michael until her mask of serenity is back in place. As she reaches the head of the table Michael pulls her chair out. She whispers a quiet, “Thank you.”
She turns to the sea of faces looking at her expectantly. “Please be seated. I want to thank you all for coming. I want to offer my congratulations to Princes Larek and Cero on ridding their systems of Khivar’s minions.”
Prince Cero a tall dignified man of indeterminate years stands, “My Queen it is to you that the thanks are owed. Without your and your counselor’s foresight and commitment we would still be under Khivar’s rule. You have stayed true to the plan at great personal cost. Because of you I have regained my family and my planet. It is time for us to strike the decisive blow and end Khivar’s reign forever.”
A round of clapping and cheering ensues as Prince Cero sits down. Smiling Prince Larek stands, “I don’t think I could improve upon my friend Cero’s sentiments but I also want to offer the sincerest thanks of a grateful people and it’s even more grateful ruler.“
As Prince Larek sits another round of clapping and cheering ensues. Liz gives an embarrassed smile. “My thanks to you both for those kind words but the time for kind words is over. It is now time to beard the lion in its den. The hardest battle is before us. Khivar knows we’re coming and being the snake he is I know he has a few nasty surprises in store for us. One of which we are already aware of Khivar has captured Alex’s son Amergin. “
A series of shocked gasps can be heard and realization dawns at Liz’s previous behavior and Alex’s drawn countenance. Liz lets the tumult die down before continuing. “Khivar is planning on marrying Amergin to Thalia in his continuing quest to gain control of the Granolith. We are in the process of gathering intelligence to formulate a rescue plan.”
Prince Larek shoots a quick look at Cero seeing the agreement in his eyes Larek says, “Our agents will be alerted and whatever help we can provide we will.”
Liz’s countenance is a grave mask. “You have my family’s thanks but we cannot let Amergin’s plight distract us from the main goal. The Granolith has made its wishes known Khivar will go down no matter the cost. Are there any questions or concerns about the battle plan?” She looks around the table at the hopeful yet determined faces of these men and women who have spent all or most of their lives under Khivar’s oppressive rule. Receiving no questions she continues on, “When you return to your ships please send the War Lord your final troop and supply counts. We begin the journey to Antar in an hour.”
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame Combat Command Center
Michael stands feet firmly planted arms crossed and surveys the people before him. Front and center Kyle is at Flight Command giving last minute instructions to his flight leaders. On the port side is the Navigation station and on the starboard side is the Weapons console. Alex is manning Communications situated directly to his right. Above him his second, Riona, mans the Bridge monitoring the Damage Control Board. And Liz sits directly behind him in imperial purple silk looking regal and confident. All is in readiness now it just remains to be seen which way Khivar will jump.
Alex interrupts his thoughts. “War Lord we are being hailed by Antar.”
Michael orders, “Put it on the main screen.”
Khivar’s image appears on the main screen behind him he is surrounded by his advisors. This is the first time Khivar and Michael have laid eyes on each other since the day Khivar murdered the original Rath. Michael can feel his rage, his power begin to surge the need to obliterate Khivar is compelling. But Liz has moved to stand beside him and uses her presence to anchor him to the present.
“I am Khivar, King of Antar, you are about to enter a sovereign territory without permission which will be considered an act of war. If you dare to enter be prepared to face the full might of the Antarian space navy. No mercy or quarter will be given to you or any of your allies.”
Liz speaks, “We are Elizabeth, Queen of Antar, the ruler sanctioned by the Granolith.” As Liz speaks she projects the royal seal of Antar so all can see. “We have a counter offer. We give you one solar day to depart Antar and leave the system forever with no repercussions. If you are later found within the borders of the Antarian System your life will and those who shelter you will be forfeit.”
Looking falsely apologetic Khivar replies, “A generous offer but I expected no less. I’m afraid I can not comply Antar is my kingdom now and I will not give it up.”
Voice cold Liz responds, “If you will not willingly depart then you will die.”
Her comment does not faze him. Smiling he replies, “I think not. The great and fearsome War Lord Rath couldn’t save his king in his last life I expect him to do no better for his queen in this one. Although you do keep him muzzled far better than Zan ever did.” Khivar watches Michael closely for a reaction that never comes. He is disappointed that he has provoked no reaction from Rath.
Khivar makes a parting shot. “Perhaps if you are still alive after the battle I’ll take you for my new queen. You are much more worthy than the last one.” The screen goes blank.
Michael begins bellowing out orders, “Battle stations! All crew to quarters! Flight Commander release your squadrons. “
The klaxons wail as everyone rushes to their assigned places for the battle ahead.
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Heir to the Granolith Ch 51 Nov 5
Ch 51
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame
Kyle, the Flight Commander, is surrounded by his team observing the tactical display screens. He watches a group of enemy fighters break off from the main attack force. They are accelerating beyond safe combat speed and heading straight for the flagship Antarian Flame.
A technician cries out, "Commander, they're coming straight for us."
Another tech scoffs, "Those fighters aren't armed heavily enough to penetrate our shields."
Puzzled the first technician comments, "They're aiming for aft section."
Kyle looks up to Michael. "War Lord, the pilots are aiming for the aft engines."
Kyle orders, "Aft turrets target incoming."
Above them on the Bridge, Riona is monitoring the Damage Control Status Board. "They don't need weapons. They're using their ships as weapons."
One after another the attack crafts explode upon the aft shields. The ship trembles with each impact. Riona reports, "Aft shields are starting to fail."
The War Lord orders "Cut off non-essential systems in that section and divert power to the shields."
Riona's fingers fly over the keyboard redirecting power to the aft shields. She groans as half of the port aft sections light up the Damage Control Board. Riona ignores the red streaks throughout the sky concentrating on sending units to contain the damage sustained during the continuous bombardment.
Kyle reports, "War Lord, another group of enemy fighters has broken off from the main engagement area. They are following the same flight plan as the suicide bombers."
The War Lord orders, "Protect the lower aft quadrant."
Pressing a comm. channel Kyle orders, "Blue Sun Squadron, protect the lower aft quadrant from incoming fighters."
Blue Sun Squadron disengages from their defensive positions. "Blue Sun One to Flight Commander, understood."
Blue Sun Squadron barely makes it to the engagement area in time. The fighters weave in and out, fighting one on one. The defenders are vastly outnumbered. As the defenders lose ground the enemy slips through.
Kyle studies the battle on the screens before him and orders, "Antar's Hope, back up Blue Sun."
Antar's Hope Squadron breaks off from the main battle racing to help their comrades. "Antar's Hope One to Flight Commander, understood."
Undaunted, the remnants of Blue Sun Squadron meet the incoming enemy fighters head on. Kyle orders, "Aft and mid-ship turrets target incoming."
Kyle observes the tactical screens and quickly realizes the Hope squadron will not make it in time. He warns, "Incoming!"
Another barrage of enemy attack craft begin crashing against the aft shields. The ship shudders with each impact. Riona watches the rest of the aft section light up her board. She alerts the few units left on standby to the aft section. Shield strength begins failing rapidly. She reports, "Shields at less than fifty percent."
Kyle reports, "Three more enemy craft have gone through."
The first fighter craft smashes against the shields jarring the ship. Riona reports, "Shields at 30%."
The second attack craft collides against the hull of the vessel. The ship rocks and the lights go out. Riona reports, "Shields have failed."
Emergency power comes on and Kyle yells, "Brace for impact!"
The last craft punches through the hull. The ship convulses. Kyle reports, "Hull breach lower port aft."
Riona reports, "Fire in sections 100 to 110."
The War Lord asks, "Damage report?
Over the intercom Riona asks, "Bridge to Engineering. What's the situation?"
The radio crackles with dead air.
Star Destroyer Antarian Flame
Kyle, the Flight Commander, is surrounded by his team observing the tactical display screens. He watches a group of enemy fighters break off from the main attack force. They are accelerating beyond safe combat speed and heading straight for the flagship Antarian Flame.
A technician cries out, "Commander, they're coming straight for us."
Another tech scoffs, "Those fighters aren't armed heavily enough to penetrate our shields."
Puzzled the first technician comments, "They're aiming for aft section."
Kyle looks up to Michael. "War Lord, the pilots are aiming for the aft engines."
Kyle orders, "Aft turrets target incoming."
Above them on the Bridge, Riona is monitoring the Damage Control Status Board. "They don't need weapons. They're using their ships as weapons."
One after another the attack crafts explode upon the aft shields. The ship trembles with each impact. Riona reports, "Aft shields are starting to fail."
The War Lord orders "Cut off non-essential systems in that section and divert power to the shields."
Riona's fingers fly over the keyboard redirecting power to the aft shields. She groans as half of the port aft sections light up the Damage Control Board. Riona ignores the red streaks throughout the sky concentrating on sending units to contain the damage sustained during the continuous bombardment.
Kyle reports, "War Lord, another group of enemy fighters has broken off from the main engagement area. They are following the same flight plan as the suicide bombers."
The War Lord orders, "Protect the lower aft quadrant."
Pressing a comm. channel Kyle orders, "Blue Sun Squadron, protect the lower aft quadrant from incoming fighters."
Blue Sun Squadron disengages from their defensive positions. "Blue Sun One to Flight Commander, understood."
Blue Sun Squadron barely makes it to the engagement area in time. The fighters weave in and out, fighting one on one. The defenders are vastly outnumbered. As the defenders lose ground the enemy slips through.
Kyle studies the battle on the screens before him and orders, "Antar's Hope, back up Blue Sun."
Antar's Hope Squadron breaks off from the main battle racing to help their comrades. "Antar's Hope One to Flight Commander, understood."
Undaunted, the remnants of Blue Sun Squadron meet the incoming enemy fighters head on. Kyle orders, "Aft and mid-ship turrets target incoming."
Kyle observes the tactical screens and quickly realizes the Hope squadron will not make it in time. He warns, "Incoming!"
Another barrage of enemy attack craft begin crashing against the aft shields. The ship shudders with each impact. Riona watches the rest of the aft section light up her board. She alerts the few units left on standby to the aft section. Shield strength begins failing rapidly. She reports, "Shields at less than fifty percent."
Kyle reports, "Three more enemy craft have gone through."
The first fighter craft smashes against the shields jarring the ship. Riona reports, "Shields at 30%."
The second attack craft collides against the hull of the vessel. The ship rocks and the lights go out. Riona reports, "Shields have failed."
Emergency power comes on and Kyle yells, "Brace for impact!"
The last craft punches through the hull. The ship convulses. Kyle reports, "Hull breach lower port aft."
Riona reports, "Fire in sections 100 to 110."
The War Lord asks, "Damage report?
Over the intercom Riona asks, "Bridge to Engineering. What's the situation?"
The radio crackles with dead air.
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Engineering - Hull Lower Port Aft
The emergency lights come on relieving the utter blackness. The crew hits the deck following the floor lights to safety. The Chief makes it through the greasy black smoke into Section 100 and grabs the hand radio. Over the intercom he gasps out, "Masks!"
Over the main comm. channel Kyle warns, "Incoming! Suicide bombers! Vilondra's Curse and Red Moon Squadrons to port aft."
Choking on the acrid smoke the chief is gasping for breath. He grabs a mask out of the first aid locker and takes a hit of oxygen before reporting to the bridge. "Bad...main powers out...heavy smoke...don't know extent of damage to aft engines."
The internal warning system comes on klaxons are blaring and a feminine voice is heard. "Warning. In two minutes this section will be sealed."
Section leaders begin reporting in. "Chief section 103's got casualties."
"Ditto for 104."
"And 105."
The Chief orders the able bodied to help get the wounded out. He then asks, "Engine Room, damage report." A few seconds pass and no one answers. He asks again, "Engine Room..."
The automated system overrides him. "Warning. In 90 seconds this section will be closed."
The Chief mutters, "Bloody computer," as he rings the bridge. "Bridge we have wounded we need more time."
Riona orders, "Chief, get as many out as you can."
Filled with dread, he begins making way through the hazy debris filled corridor to the hardest hit section. He knows the situation must be grave if the War Lord is refusing to override the internal warning system.
The calm voice of the internal warning system comes on again. "Warning in 60 seconds this section will be closed."
The chief arrives at section 105 to see the hatchway partially blocked by a fallen beam. In desperation the crew is trying to move the massive chunk of metal. He finds the section leader and asks, "Is there another way for those men to get out?"
The section leader's gaze is bleak. They both turn to look at the crew straining so hard to shift the enormous beam. "No. Debris is blocking the way to sections 104 and 106. A few of the smaller crew were able to wiggle through the hole. The able bodied have moved the casualties closer to the hatchway opening and are now trying to help shift the beam so more can get free."
The Chief knows the only way to clear the hatchway would be to cut through the metal but there is not enough time. In an irritatingly clam voice the internal warning system comes on. "Warning in 30 seconds this section will be sealed."
Over the ship wide comm. channel Kyle cries out, "Incoming! Brace yourselves!"
The Chief hears Riona order him to leave. He gazes at his crew working so frantically to save their comrades. He steels himself for the orders he is about to give. "Crew to starboard sections! Brace for impact!"
At his order silence overtakes the crew. The rescuers look at him with accusing eyes. The screams of the abandoned crew echo through the metal corridors. Once more he orders his remaining crew to safety. The men silently file past him flinching at every cry from their abandoned friends. The Chief is the last man to step across the threshold to safety.
The internal warning system comes on for the final time. "Decompression begins in..."
Over the main comm. channel Riona yells, "Impact in..."
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1..." The ship rocks from the impact of the suicide attack craft.
Bridge
Riona holds on to her console tightly praying for the ship to settle and not explode. Opening her eyes she does a quick scan and reports, "War Lord, the ship will not survive another direct hit."
Riona tells him what he already knows unless he can harness his power the ship is doomed. Chaos swirling in his crimson eyes he turns to his queen and says, "Link with me."
Liz clasps Michael's hand in hers. Her eyes go completely white as she opens herself up to her power. A purple shield surrounds the ship.
Above them on the bridge Riona looks up startled by the flash of purple in the sky. "Where did the shield come from?"
Panicking Kyle yells, "War Lord, controls aren't responding!"
Michael and Liz ignore the chaos around them. As fast as a thought they take over the ship.
Kyle turns to look at Michael and Liz cursing, "Oh my Buddha!"
From the bridge Riona asks, "What is going on?"
Kyle answers, "Riona, you might want to come down and see this."
The plasma cannons begin firing. The port turret guns begin firing. Panicking a weapons officer reports, "Bridge the weapons are firing on their own!"
Riona comes down the ladder asking, "Who's controlling the ship?"
Transfixed by the sight Kyle points behind her. "They are."
Riona is almost blinded by the nimbus of power surrounding her mother and Michael. The colors of peace and war vie for dominance as their power melds. Riona asks, "What have they done?"
Kyle points to the tactical display screens. "The first round of fire took out all of the suicide attack craft. They are now targeting the two destroyers on the port side."
Riona and Kyle watch in awe at the synchronized attack on the two destroyers. No computer is capable of the accuracy of the War Lord and his Queen. Every shot a hit. Every shot deflected. Sword and shield in harmony as they annihilate the enemy.
Rian and his support ships finally reach the blazing mess that is the Antarian Flames Battle Group. "Freedom One to Flame, how may we help?"
Riona answers in Michael's place. "Flame Two to Hope One take up flank and rearguard positions."
The War Lord's voice booms over every Resistance vessel. "Disengage. Rendezvous at Vector One Alpha. Hold line."
The emergency lights come on relieving the utter blackness. The crew hits the deck following the floor lights to safety. The Chief makes it through the greasy black smoke into Section 100 and grabs the hand radio. Over the intercom he gasps out, "Masks!"
Over the main comm. channel Kyle warns, "Incoming! Suicide bombers! Vilondra's Curse and Red Moon Squadrons to port aft."
Choking on the acrid smoke the chief is gasping for breath. He grabs a mask out of the first aid locker and takes a hit of oxygen before reporting to the bridge. "Bad...main powers out...heavy smoke...don't know extent of damage to aft engines."
The internal warning system comes on klaxons are blaring and a feminine voice is heard. "Warning. In two minutes this section will be sealed."
Section leaders begin reporting in. "Chief section 103's got casualties."
"Ditto for 104."
"And 105."
The Chief orders the able bodied to help get the wounded out. He then asks, "Engine Room, damage report." A few seconds pass and no one answers. He asks again, "Engine Room..."
The automated system overrides him. "Warning. In 90 seconds this section will be closed."
The Chief mutters, "Bloody computer," as he rings the bridge. "Bridge we have wounded we need more time."
Riona orders, "Chief, get as many out as you can."
Filled with dread, he begins making way through the hazy debris filled corridor to the hardest hit section. He knows the situation must be grave if the War Lord is refusing to override the internal warning system.
The calm voice of the internal warning system comes on again. "Warning in 60 seconds this section will be closed."
The chief arrives at section 105 to see the hatchway partially blocked by a fallen beam. In desperation the crew is trying to move the massive chunk of metal. He finds the section leader and asks, "Is there another way for those men to get out?"
The section leader's gaze is bleak. They both turn to look at the crew straining so hard to shift the enormous beam. "No. Debris is blocking the way to sections 104 and 106. A few of the smaller crew were able to wiggle through the hole. The able bodied have moved the casualties closer to the hatchway opening and are now trying to help shift the beam so more can get free."
The Chief knows the only way to clear the hatchway would be to cut through the metal but there is not enough time. In an irritatingly clam voice the internal warning system comes on. "Warning in 30 seconds this section will be sealed."
Over the ship wide comm. channel Kyle cries out, "Incoming! Brace yourselves!"
The Chief hears Riona order him to leave. He gazes at his crew working so frantically to save their comrades. He steels himself for the orders he is about to give. "Crew to starboard sections! Brace for impact!"
At his order silence overtakes the crew. The rescuers look at him with accusing eyes. The screams of the abandoned crew echo through the metal corridors. Once more he orders his remaining crew to safety. The men silently file past him flinching at every cry from their abandoned friends. The Chief is the last man to step across the threshold to safety.
The internal warning system comes on for the final time. "Decompression begins in..."
Over the main comm. channel Riona yells, "Impact in..."
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1..." The ship rocks from the impact of the suicide attack craft.
Bridge
Riona holds on to her console tightly praying for the ship to settle and not explode. Opening her eyes she does a quick scan and reports, "War Lord, the ship will not survive another direct hit."
Riona tells him what he already knows unless he can harness his power the ship is doomed. Chaos swirling in his crimson eyes he turns to his queen and says, "Link with me."
Liz clasps Michael's hand in hers. Her eyes go completely white as she opens herself up to her power. A purple shield surrounds the ship.
Above them on the bridge Riona looks up startled by the flash of purple in the sky. "Where did the shield come from?"
Panicking Kyle yells, "War Lord, controls aren't responding!"
Michael and Liz ignore the chaos around them. As fast as a thought they take over the ship.
Kyle turns to look at Michael and Liz cursing, "Oh my Buddha!"
From the bridge Riona asks, "What is going on?"
Kyle answers, "Riona, you might want to come down and see this."
The plasma cannons begin firing. The port turret guns begin firing. Panicking a weapons officer reports, "Bridge the weapons are firing on their own!"
Riona comes down the ladder asking, "Who's controlling the ship?"
Transfixed by the sight Kyle points behind her. "They are."
Riona is almost blinded by the nimbus of power surrounding her mother and Michael. The colors of peace and war vie for dominance as their power melds. Riona asks, "What have they done?"
Kyle points to the tactical display screens. "The first round of fire took out all of the suicide attack craft. They are now targeting the two destroyers on the port side."
Riona and Kyle watch in awe at the synchronized attack on the two destroyers. No computer is capable of the accuracy of the War Lord and his Queen. Every shot a hit. Every shot deflected. Sword and shield in harmony as they annihilate the enemy.
Rian and his support ships finally reach the blazing mess that is the Antarian Flames Battle Group. "Freedom One to Flame, how may we help?"
Riona answers in Michael's place. "Flame Two to Hope One take up flank and rearguard positions."
The War Lord's voice booms over every Resistance vessel. "Disengage. Rendezvous at Vector One Alpha. Hold line."
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