THE DISCERNMENT OF IMPERIUM

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On planet Aspherion, well within the Conglomerate system, was Venor.  The beginning of the third cycle.  Deep in the heart of the Sturgeon at the capital city of Eridon, Govinia. There were few individuals who had the high privilege of access to the sacred chambers of Imperium.  The royal family and the Seer of the Perception.

The room was spacious in every direction.  It’s height easily ascended two stories.  The sheer breadth of the chamber was just beyond the same length.  Though it’s magnificence seemed larger than life.  There were haughty pillars in every corner including the center of the room forming a circle.  Artifacts covered the walls and were propped throughout the room inviting dignity and honor.  At the center of the room within the pillars was a figure standing with his back turned away.

“Why are you troubled Soron?  What is it that you seek?”  “My Lord Imperium.  The foundations of solace of our nation have been forsaken by Lord Talegan Severus— and the Domain, the people are in a—“The solace must be restored Soron.  I understand that you have put together a mission to find him.  Is that correct?”  Imperium discerning as he was, could sense the troubled King and his plan to destroy Severus.  His discernment was weighty, balanced, full of wisdom and was to be respected by all within the Conglomerate.  “Yes, that is correct my Lord”.  “Soron, you must focus on the restoration of the Solace.  Which means Severus must remain alive otherwise your mission is pointless.  As you know My king, the solace must have two royal heirs duel until the one is killed.  Therefore if one is killed outside of the jurisdiction of solace the Interregnum must be declared.  Do I have your understanding Soron?  “Yes, my Lord.”  “Lord Gracious and Bren Talegan Severus, must be kept alive until then. No exceptions. “Yes, my Lord.”  “Very well.  You will be held responsible then.  The Novic kingdoms of the North are becoming unstable. And I have word that some of our adversaries are waiting for our dissolution.  Grand Morticus and the Dark Vein of evil, my arch enemy, knows very well our current vulnerability.  They already have camps in Midor and Verimice as we speak.  There’s a high bounty on the head Severus right now.  For they know that once the Interregnum is officially declared by the Domain, all Aspherion is doomed. And the Conglomerate will fall to pieces.

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Benjamin Thomas

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SHOCKING REVELATIONS

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Being stunned again for a second time in the same day didn’t seem to set to well with him.

He could feel the anger slowly rise to a tipping point.   It took everything in his power to resist the urge of ripping apart this newfound friend of his.  Alpha Mechlon.  The next blast ripped into the lateral side of his torso.  Penetrating deeper into his pride.  He could feel the pain burn like wildfire roasting his very flesh.

“You see, Severus.  I’m sure you realize by now that we are not here to kill you.   But we are here to destroy your legacy.  Your very name will become a mockery.  Your rule will be entirely abolished and you will be forgotten.  And the people you came to protect will crucify you.”  Severus lay helpless on the ground writhing in pain, trying to make sense of what was happening to him.  “What are you going to do? Leave them out if this.  They are innocent people.  I’ll do whatever you want.  What do you want?”   “You’ll find out soon enough O’ Son of Aspherion.   Alpha.  Detonate the bomb.  Immediately.”  Alpha Mechlon focused quickly on the side panel on his wrist.  Pressing a button there was a significant explosion that rocked the entire facility.  BA-BBOOMMM!!!!!!  NNNOOOOO!!!!!!!   Severus lying in the disgusting reality of what had just happened.  His consciousness fading in and out of focus like a bad signal.  Looking around, there was no sign of the woman or of Alpha Mechlon.  They fled like two roaches at the first hint of daylight.  The room filled with a mist that slowly faded gave way to a television screen at the far right of the room.  The video was set on replay.  Playing over and over again, there was a dark figure placing a bag underneath the transport pod that led to the tenth district.   What he saw next was not so pleasant.  As he leaned in to see who the dark figure really was, fear sawed him in half.   There he was plain as day on the video.  His face shamefully flashing across the screen.

 

 

 

 

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Benjamin Thomas

ONE STEP AHEAD

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The  mist blanketed the entire mysterious region of the ninth district.  Crowds moved about it’s inner streets seamlessly.  Busybodies weaving in and out of traffic stoically.  Dusk steadily crept in to steal the light of day.  The ninth district welcomed it arrival.  A man cloaked in an brown robe walking down Elpin avenue, one of the main roads of the region.  He entered Dorian’s Cafe and bakeshop on the corner of Elpin and harper.  “Yes, I’ll have a large coffee with two cream and sugar please.  Thank you”.   Being seated in a far away corner, he slumped and began to whisper.  “Severus??  Where are you?”  No response.  Severus, this is Simion….come in.”  No response.  “Dial Tim Mason please….”   “This is Mason”.  “Tim, this is Simion”.  “Sim?  Where are you?”  “Its a long story.  Listen.  I’ve got some bad news.”  “Well, not any worse than what just happened here at the hospital.  Lizzies been abducted by some lunatic and she’s missing now.”   “Tim.  She’s either in the ninth or tenth district.  We were sabotaged in the transfer pod on the way there.  I was followed and attacked by drones but was able to get away.”  “Wait, WHAT!!??.  What do you mean in the ninth or tenth district?  Is she alive–is she hurt???”  How the hell did she get there so fast.  She was just here at the hospital.  “Shes’ being held hostage Tim.  But we don’t know her demands just yet.  Severus went to the tenth district and he isn’t responding.  I’ve got a bad feeling about all of this.”  “Simion, try to locate her there.  I’ll head for the tenth district.”  “Tim, be very careful and don’t attempt to try anything.  This woman is very crafty and seems to a step ahead of us.”

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Benjamin Thomas

INTRODUCTIONS

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My head….Wh–wh—where am I?  Deep throbs pulsed thougout his head, as if someone finally knocked some sense into his psyche.  His last memory was being shocked in midflight.  “The tenth district…It was a trap.  The whole thing was a trap”.  “I see you’ve finally awaken Talegan.  Welcome.  You’re just in time for the show.”

“Wh–who are you?”  “Please forgive my manners Talegan.  We still haven’t been properly introduced.  My name is Kitren-x.  We are called, Oriasis.  You’ll be seeing plenty of us in the coming days”  “What do you want with me?  Where is the bomb?”  “Ah.  Questions, questions, questions Talegan.The curious mind always seeks to know.  And you’re quite the predictable one I’d admit.  Are you coming to save the poor lives here Severus?  How does it feel to be powerless?  What exactly were you expecting? To help the pathetic people of this land?  You see Severus,  they were doomed when you showed up.  And now, their blood will be upon your hands.”  Severus could feel his stomach tie in knots with noxious element.  The thought that innocent civilians could be killed struck a ugly cord with him.  He thought to himself.  “How could they die?  What is she really seeking to gain out of all of this?  Who is she working for?  Does the Domain know I’m here?  Have they finally caught up with me?”  The woman kept lecturing him as if she were trying to chip away at his integrity.  Gnawing away at any sense of hope, or shred of confidence he may have had.  Suddenly one of the subjects to his left began to slowly move toward him.  The sound of his feet seemed like firm metal clanking against the floor.  There he stood.  Severus glared at him as he approached, in awe of his form and audacity.  Thinking again to himself in wonder.  “This is a well coordinated attack.  Definitely not amateurs. But who could it be?”  “Severus.  I’d like you to meet Alpha-Mechlon”.  By the end of her sentence.  He had already armed his forearm stunner releasing the first burst directly into his chest.  The blast knocked his chair backward violently back onto the floor, his hands still banded behind his back.    “Bravo!  bravo!  I thought you two would get along just fine.”

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Benjamin Thomas