DEAD OR ALIVE

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Deep within the heart of Govinia, the chief province of Aspherion, an urgent council was taking place.  The Domain was in session within the storied halls of the Sturgeon.  Located strategically at the central point of the city of Eridon, the great capitol of Govinia.  It was known mainly as the gathering place of the leaders of the people.  Or, the Domain, as they deemed it.  A two party chamber consisting of the Perception and  Paradine.

Within the inner chambers of the Sturgeon, at its center, stood a man clothed in a long stately robe.  Immediately the whole Domain spoke at once.  “Behold, the Venerable Seer.”  “Everyone be seated”.  He spoke with solemnity, brimming with confidence.  “It is now public knowledge that the Foundations of the solace has been forsaken by the son of Soron, and the son of Yanis.  Bren-Talegan Severus, has failed to comply with the foundations of our nation, and has broken the sacred Govnic law.  He must be found before the completion of the 4th cycle, else a mandatory state of Interregnum must be declared under law.  You may speak freely”.  The Perception was divided by the Honorable and Core Lords.  Including the Seer himself.  It further branched to include both the Internal and the Portal Guardsmen.  The secondary and less powerful branch,  consisted of the nobles, leaders of the lands, provinces of the people called the Paradine.  Collectively they were known as the Domain.  A man stood immediately declaring his name.  “Hithren.  I motion putting the Portal Guard on high alert, and send at once a mission to find Sir Talegan Severus for his crimes against the foundation, Govnic law, his own people and against this council.”  Another member of the Perception stood on his feet as Hithren was seated and declared his name.  “Gallard”.  The two being the most respected members in all the Domain.  Experienced ambassadors to other systems in the Omniverse.  “I second that motion.  Let us construct a group and quickly carry out the intentions of the council.  Hithren and I may lead.  I also suggest Eremif, Satas and Lord Gracious for this team.”  Another man stood up, from the other side of the room.  “If the Paradine may speak freely”.  “Speak freely”.  “May I also suggest a few member of this chamber to accompany the journey?  Tomas of the Threddians.  From the third kingdom.  And Trigor of Novicea from the fourth kingdom.  Both are respectable men.”  “Let it be done.  And may I remind you what is at stake?  If there is no ruler of the Conglomerate and the Interregnum ensues, then all order will be shattered.  We have solid intel, that the Craggian clans are plotting an attack.  So your mission is high priority and of upmost importance. You must act quickly, and above all, you must not fail.  I’m also assigning two TIGS to accompany you”.  A TIG was short for a group of fifty highly trained soldiers known as the Tigren.  Also known as the Internal Guard, assigned to protect the members of the Domain.  “Order the ships to be on standby.  Your mission will be called Orion. Locate, subdue and extract the target.  If he refuses to be apprehended…bring him—–dead or alive.”.

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GOR THE BALLEDARIAN

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Well into the southeastern regions of the province of Midor, the word spread like gangrene, of the broken traditions of the solace.  That there was trouble in the Novic kingdoms of the north.  A young boy scurries down a crowded road as if invisible to those around him.  He seemed to run with purpose and intent of heart, full of energy as any young child would.  He entered a hut, hidden in the woods, roughly a half mile from the main road.  He entered with with excitement, beside himself with wonder.  Papa! Papa!  Is it true?  What they say regarding solace?  Has it been broken?  Did Severus forfeit the inheritance out of fear?  Out comes a burly man encompassed in full beard and bewilderment.  “Where did you hear such things Xeraphan?  You shouldn’t believe everything you hear you know.  It will only bring you heartache and despair”.  But Papa!  It’s true!  I heard him speaking with a midonese merchant.  The foundation of solace has been broken!  Lord Severus is a fierce warrior Papa.  Why would he not fight Gracious?  Can a fierce warrior have fear Papa? Speaking in an emboldened tone, as if strengthened by his own curiosity.  “Now, now Phannie— run along and play.  Who was this man anyways?”  I believe he was military Papa.  Maybe Varicen.  “Did he see you?”  I don’t think so Papa.  I don’t think so.  The household was always bustling with life; with six little children running rampant at any given moment.  “Xeraphan!  Are you making up stories in your head again???”  “It’s TRUE!!!”  Phannie fired back, fully agitated.  A pilim piece of fruit immediately struck him in the head, and off he went in a stir, chasing his younger brother Tranis.  Who achieved the skill how to push buttons to get to people.  In another instant, Gor steps into another part of the hut in haste.  Scanning the area, to ensure his privacy, he proceeded to look under an old house plant.  There he lifted a fairly dusted old box.  He reached inside….”I hope this thing still works.  He whispered to himself.  There was before him a metallic half-dome like structure.  He placed his hand on top in full anticipation.  Then it lit up as if brand new.  Immediately it flashed across the screen in midonese script.  6 old messages.  Sender: Yanis.  Immediately his heart rate tripled in intensity.  Yanis?  Queen Yanis?  He placed his hand upon the half-dome again and a hologram projected itself out of thin  air.  “I am unable to meetwith you personally, so I have embedded this message to you.  I assume you are Gor the Balledarian, as you say.  There has been a terrible tragedy.  Now please…pay close attention.  The Solace has been forsaken.  Severus has abandoned the ninth kingdom.  You need to find him before they release the guard to find him.  Now quickly, go to the Centennian city of Cyclopa.  Retrieve the artifact entitled the Arch of the Conglomerate.  Do it swiftly, and be faithful to my son.  He has spoken highly of you.  In the name of the Queen. Yanis.”

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A Dark Day

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Doesn’t the Queen of Vangoria inquire of her son? Or know of his whereabouts? He must be found Yanis.  Immediately.  His actions cannot be disregarded, nor forgiven. Especially after the sacredness of solace has been forsaken by our own son!  All of Govinia is in an uproar. We are a mockery of our adversaries, not to mention our own people!  “Settle your nerves Soron!  Your are the King–show some stability”.  Stability? Stability you say?  The foundations of solace, which has existed since the dawn of the Conglomerate, has finally been broken.  Don’t you realize what this means Yanis?  All of Aspherion, and the known Omniverse will be in utter chaos!  There will be no Regnum, no ruler and no protector of the people.  We must declare a state of Interregnum…  “No!  We must wait for a response from Bren-Talegan.  He will respond, I know he will”.  The Ancient scrolls of the Centennians has come to fruition.  “Soron, have you gone mad?  Everyone knows those are foolish fairy tales.  And if you believe them, well–you’d be the chief fool”.  I’m no fool Yanis and neither are you.  For Govnic law states that if the foundation of solace has been broken, it must be restored in full, by the fourth cycle. And if the fourth cycle is completed prior to the restoration of solace, an interregnum must be declared and officially instituted by the Domain.  “Don’t you have faith in our son Soron? He is the finest warrior in all of Vangoria.  Second to none.  Why would he back down from any challenge?”.  We’ll see.  We have until the fourth cycle.  Summon the Domain at once for an urgent council.  And in the meantime, I advise you to consult with Imperium.  Hopefully he’ll deliver you from your blindness.

 

 

 

 

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COLLABORATION

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Everywhere I go, people seem to die.  It wasn’t supposed to be like this.  I didn’t come to earth to bring this pain and suffering of life.  Simion responds with a solid reassuring tone. “You’re not to blame for this.  Take the pillars of peace upon your hands and your feet shall be prosperous”.  Quoting an ancient proverb of wisdom.  I should have stayed in Vangoria of Aspherion and dealt with Gracious face to face.  “My Lord, If I may exercise boldness on your behalf.  You are the Son of Soron, chosen to be—I’ve failed… the people of Govinia.  Our own people Simion.  How could I be anything.  I have broken the sacred rule of solace.  The foundations of the Regnum have been desecrated, abandoned by my fear to slay my own kin.  “My Lord, we must focus on the matters at hand.  Deal with Dallon, and determine who is behind this act of cowardice before its out of control”.  Very well, summon your seekers.  Request their location and put them on high alert.  “Request complete.  They’ve followed the signal to sector 9 quadrant 4.  The signal seems to drop off there.  I’ve also picked up an unauthorized use of frequency with a time stamp just prior to the blast.  “Track the location, get the specs and the camera surveillance within the area for the past 24 hours.  Well find our little friend before long.  Then make a trip to sector 9.”

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DOWN AND DIRTY

 

 

 

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“You imbecile.  You almost blew the entire operation!” “Cool it Medusa… the job is complete.  And we didn’t even get caugh–”  “Silence! Your long last comrade, Severus, saw me you moron.”  “He’s NOT my comrade!  Vince fired back as if she stepped on a nerve.  Like I said, the job is complete as always.  Now fork over the 10 million credits you owe me.  And don’t test me.  You don”t want to see my ugly side.” They traded expressions for a moment.  She immediately donned an amused countenance.  “Mmm…Is that a promise?  No need to worry Dallon.”  “Don’t call me Dallon!”  “You’ll receive 5 million credits now and the other half will be given only after we confirm the kill.  Got it?”  “Fair enough”.  Her right hand moved swiftly across her left hand.  Immediately there materialized a rectangular shaped tablet of some sort.  Her right hand hovered quickly over the tablet, but without making contact.  After a few swipes and taps the transaction was finished.

 

The A7 drones were hard at work tapping the nearby surveillance cameras at the scene of the crime.   ” I want a copy of the last 24 hours of all surveillance cameras within a square mile.  I’m analyzing the footage now of the primary suspect.  Get it on it now!  PO-S5 out.”  “Yes sir, we’ll get right on it.”  The detective approached another man standing nearby in the midst of a chaotic murder scene.  “Are you Simion by any chance?  I’ve been informed you’ll be providing some intel on the case.  Oh.. Sorry, I’m detective Donley, Homicide.”  “Pleased to meet you detective.  I’ll inform as soon as get we get something solid.”  “Thanks”.   “Severus,  something about this whole thing isn’t right.  Why would someone want Elizabeth Mason dead?  And what does Vince have to do with it?  Why is he even on earth in the first place?  I don’t like it.  The whole thing smells fishy if you ask me.  The energy signature radiating from the blast isn’t anything these officers have ever encountered before.  We’ve never encountered it ourselves.  And come to think of it, why is someone altering and weaponizing LLorum?”  “Your hunch is correct old friend.   Vince is definitely up to no good.  This can only get worse.  They have no idea who Dallon really is and what kind of havoc he’s capable of.  And then there’s the woman.  I couldn’t quite make her out.  Too dazed from the blast.  Any readings from the seekers yet?”  “Negative.  But when the initial readings come in we’ve got to get to the bottom of this.”

 

SEEK AND FIND

True Care Hospital, Emergency room.  Ampra, OH Farsidon district 1:37pm.  “Who would want the senator’s daughter dead? It just doesn’t make any sense.  Have you heard from Severus yet?”  Said Mark.  “No.”  Tim, speaking in a hopeless, somber tone.  Immediately a physician emerged from one of the rooms.  “Are you Mr. Mason?”  “Yes, how is she?”  In a subdued but urgent tone.  “She’s in a very critical state right now.  She’s lost a lot of blood.  The bullet went through her neck and shattered a portion of her spine, C7, the cervical vertebrae.  It’s very likely that she’ll be paralyzed, but it’s too early too tell.  We’ll keep you posted.”  Tim, heavy with emotion, sat down and hung his head low.  Tears began draining from his countenance to the floor.  As if hope itself were fleeing his own body.  Mark embraces his partner with a hand on the shoulder, attempted to comfort with words.  But the words were far too short.

 

Meanwhile, near the scene of the crime.  “Lord Severus, are you ok?” A man helps raise him to his feet.  “Simion,  its good to see you…Don’t call me Lord, you know how I feel about that– we’ve got work to do.  The shooter is still at large.  It was Dallon.  He’s here on Earth.”  “What is Dallon doing here on Earth?”  “He wasn’t alone, there was an accomplice.  A woman.  She shot me from behind with something very powerful.  I saw her, but my vision was too blurry.  Couldn’t make her out.”  At this point, Simion seemed to take charge of the situation.   He opened his hand and spoke.  “Deploy seekers”.  Immediately appeared three small ball like structures, materializing out of thin air.  Each displayed the same blue bioluminescence.   A nearby officer approached.  “What in Sam’s name is that?”  Speaking with much amazement.  “Your world has it’s drones for support.  Our world has something similar.  You could say, they are the same.  Except they are living, and very, very specialized.  We call them, seekers.”  The officer continues to look in utter bewilderment.  “Now, since we have accomplished introductions, may we share intel with the A7, or A5 drones?  The officer responds. “Here, talk it over with the  DO.”  The drone operator speaks out of from one of the nearby A7 drones at the scene.  “This is PO-S5 speaking”.  “We need intel from your A7’s to help assist in locating the perpetrator.”  Says Simion.  “Identify yourself.  What division are you with?”  The DO speaks, snarling.  “He’s with me”.  Severus skillfully interjects.  “Give him your full cooperation”.    “You just got it.  I’m coding the release right now”.    The three small ball like structures leave the palm of the hand of Simion.  Hovering, each displaying the same brilliant bioluminescence.   Suddenly, they began to utter  a faint vibrating sound, and then they all turned silver simultaneously.  “Seek and find”.  Speaks Simion, in a very mysterious tone.  As if he were having a conversation with them.  Instantly, the seekers flew away.  Flying in unison, until they faded away from sight.  “You are correct Severus.  The energy vibe I’m reading from you, does not originate on earth.  It is much too powerful.  I believe its a variation of LLorum.  But unlike any form that I’ve ever encountered before.  Whatever, or whoever, performed this attack on you, had very sophisticated weaponry.  And whoever designed this weaponry had a very high intelligence in order to change the form and function of LLorum.  A highly skilled scientist able to weaponize it.  Whoever did this, I assure you.  Is a mastermind…”

 

 

 

 

 

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THE ACCOMPLICE

“Dallon, you should’ve never come here.  You should’ve stayed in Vangoria.  TURN YOURSELF IN”.  Spoke Severus in a hefty tone.   “The name is Vince, dufus.  Dont’ forget it.  Now get the hell out of my way.  You’ve got some nerve talkin’ to me like that. Traitor!  IDIOT!  You put this whole world in danger by coming here.  You don’t think the Domain won’t find you here??!!  As he finishes his sentence, a swift moving gadget arises from the left shoulder of Severus rotating and elongating until fixed on the subject releasing a quick burst of energy.  The subject was stunned immediately and fell helpless to the ground like a ton of bricks.  But just as Severus released the stun burst, he received a blast from behind knocking him into a daze.  There he lied horizontal on the floor, vision blurry and out of focus, he didn’t know what hit him.  Immediately the A7’s arrive on the scene, but it was too late.  “P0-S5, give me a staus report”.  The A7 drones reported nothing.  Severus was found unconscious in the bakery.  The subject was nowhere to be found.  “Sir, I’m detecting a high energy source consistent with a high grade explosivie”  Reports an A7drone.  “PO-S5,  extract the package and get the hell out the there! Now!”  An A5 drone arrives from the front entrance, hovering over Severus’s body.  “Initializing PP 2257 protocol Sir”.  The A5 drone disperses a bubbled force field enveloping his entire body.  Then a seismic BA-BOOOMMM!!! shook several blocks leveling the entire bakery, shattering everything to pieces.  All the drones in the vicinity were incinerated.  But more of them arrived on the scene shortly thereafter.  “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?!? Status report NOW!  “Sir, I detect a life source from underneath the rubble.  The ID is that of Lord Brenigan Bron Severus.  He is alive, but he’ll need an extraction unit immediately”.  Reports an A7 drone.  “I need an extraction unit on site now!  Move! move!”  Two more drones arrive on the scene, two times the size of the others.  They hovered deliberately over mounds and mounds of debris.  Simultaneously a focused laser beam is released from both units until the rubble begins to move and shake violently.  Dust clouds quickly cover the area.  Suddenly an energy filed emerges from within the rubble with a man encased within.   The team of drones slowly place him onto the ground and deactivate PP 2257 protocol.  The energy shield dissipates.  An A7 drone hovers closely…Then a voice blasts from the speakers underneath.  “Severus!! Can you hear me! This is PO-S5 speaking.  Do you copy!?!”  The man on the ground slowly comes to life.  “Yes…I’m here.”  “Is the subject deceased?”  “Negative, sir.  I stunned him right before I was attacked from behind.  But the subject got away.  He wasn’t working alone.  He had an accomplice.  And I believe it was a woman”  “What!”  “Yes, sir.  He wasn’t working alone.  Whoever it was, was highly skilled and strong enough to carry the subject, because I gave him a full stun knocking him unconscious.  And trust me, this was no woman of Earth…

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RUNNER

 

All police units swarm the area like bees gone viral from the hive.  “Shots fired!  I repeat–a shot has been fired–from a shooter located in the west wing of the Denald buidling.  All units respond to 42nd and broad!”   A dozen police aerial drones flock tightly to the area fully equipped and ready to engage.  “A7’s enter the building and give a full scan.  A5’s guard the perimeter and track the trajectory of that shot immediately!”.  Says PO-S5, Police drone operator Section 5.   The A7’s are quick, able to track a subject at a distance.  Resembling something from the Egyptian era, but mingled with the exceptional prowess of modern technology.   “PO-S5, we have located the  subject on level 8 headed north”.  “Affirmative, we have  the primary subject on sight.  30 yards headed north,  Male, 6’4 238 lbs donned in black leather garb.”  The A7s have a several high definition cameras embedded in their systems allowing the drone operator real time video feeds.  “This is PO-S5, we have the subject traveling north on level 8–and–he’s wearing freaking headphones?!!?  “A7’s, pursue and obtain subject– primary objective:  not to kill, stun and proceed to capture”.   Just as the order is released, the man comes to a sudden halt.  Casually turns around and observes five  A7’s flying his direction at high speed.  The first three light up as if electrocuted by high voltage, then simultaneously explode with great force.  The boom rocked the floor  so hard the walls ripped to shreds like paper leaving a gaping hole.   The latter two A7’s were knocked backward by the force but were still functional.  “What the hell was that?” “Three A7’s were just destroyed out of thin air”.

The remaining two A7’s zip through the smoke at full speed and reach the end of the hallway.  “Sir, the subject appeared to jump through a window from level 8”.  “What!!  Where the hell is he? There’s no way he could’ve survived that fall.”  The A5’s converge on the north side of the Denald building assessing a complete scan of the area, but no body was found in sight.  The A7’s bolt out of the window from level 8.  “Sir we’re picking up a reading from the subject heading west on main street at high speed”.  The man is seen on the ground running, dodging, ducking.  He turns and busts through a door into a nearby bakery then comes to a sudden halt as he sees another tall man before him.   “SEV-??” Says the man with the headphones.  “Hello–Vince…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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PURITY STAINED

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The bells rang in unison at high noon, calling out the impatience of the day.  A day ripe for two to be joined in holy matrimony.  Elizabeth Mary Seigel and Timothy David Mason.   The talk of the town.  “Elizabeth!  Hurry up you slow poke! You wait any longer and you’ll miss out on your own wedding, not to mention your own honey moon.  And we know Tim  isn’t going to have any of that.   Heaven forbid.  Where are you?”  “Here mother. How do I look?”   There she stood graceful and elegant as a dove.  Her eyes wet with excitement as they met her mothers.  Her sunglow hair running smoothly past her shoulders.  “Well mother, do I have your approval?”  said Lizzy.  “Oh dear…”  The beautiful sight of her daughter donned in a wedding dress, welled tears through her eyes, wetting her fair cream skin, fading past her lips. “Is that a–?”   “Tear? Yes.”   “Tears of joy I hope”.  “Oh yes Lizzy.  YOU, are absolutely stunning!   You’ll knock em’ dead.  That Timothy won’t know what to do with you.  Come here.”  The  two embrace each other in a long warm hug.  “I just want you to know that you have my full support  in whatever you do.  Ok?  You know how your father feels.  But–let me deal with him.  This is YOUR day.  Let every thing else slide to the wind. OK?”  Said Margaret Lizzies mother.  “Thanks Mom!”  The two embrace in another warm hug.

“Hey Tim, man I just wanted to say congratulations.  Thanks so much for inviting me!”   “Trust me the pleasure is all mine Mark.  We’re just glad you could make it with everything you have going on right now.  We really appreciate your taking the time to come out.  Its a special day”.  “Don’t mention it, for crying out loud.  We’ve been partners a long time now”.   The two exchange in a brief moment of mutual respect.  “Hey, did you realize Chelsea is here?”  “Seriously?  I–I–never invited her here.  What is she doing here?”  The tone in Tim’s voice changes to irritable in a split second.  “Well, the whole department is here, maybe she felt compelled to show up.”  The moment is interrupted by the sound of Lizzie’s favorite song, “on the wings of ivory”.   The tune signals everyone to be seated, for an event  they would never forget.  The bridegroom takes center stage with all eyes on deck.  He returns a confident glare back at the crowd numbering around 500 attendees.  Some familiar faces, and some he had never seen before.  Suddenly the crowd rises to it’s feet in honor of the bride.  A soft breeze passes through in the midst of a brilliant day.  They were surrounded by a cluster lofty maple trees.  But the city’s skyscrapers weren’t  far from view.  Finally the bride entered the stage and all eyes were on her.  Her smile and countenance were striking.  Any man in the crowd would marry her that day.  The priest went through his usual motions leading up to the exchange of wedding vows, rings.  “I pronounce you man and wife, MR. AND MRS. TIMOTHY, ELIZABETH DAVID MASON.  You may now kiss the bride”.  Said the priest.   The bridegroom held his newfound bride within his arms.   Their kiss was electric, shocking the whole crowd.  As Timothy cradled her within his arms, there was a quick zipping sound, and her whole body fell limp like a rag doll.  There were loud gasps, then screams ripped through the air. “SOMEBODY CALL A MEDIC!!! HELP–HELP!! SOMEBODY HELP!! PLEASE, SHE’S BEEN SHOT!!!” yelled the bridegroom frantically.  He lowered her body softly to the ground…in disbelief, still in shock.  Their pure white garments now stained with her blood.  And even more blood, seemed to be pouring out from the side of the neck.  Timothy Mason turned to look over his right shoulder.  And there was Mark Porter standing at a distance, pointing to a nearby building.  “There!  The shot came from over there!!”  The crowds erupting in complete disarray and widespread panic.  Timothy urgently taps his watch twice, yells…”SEVERUS!!—LIZZIES BEEN SHOT!!”

 

 

 

INNER REFLECTIONS

 

I didn’t understand it then, but I understand it now…the reasons for the war. Every man, beast and soul, lost its freedom. At least half the states did.  It didn’t have to come to this. There was time for peace. For healing. But too much was at stake. Relentlessly, the attacks kept coming.  Many tried to stop them, but the outcome was inevitable. War, destruction, utter chaos was inevitable. Tensions rose thick, like the billowing smoke of a blazing furnace gone wild.  Many innocent women and children perished needlessly.  Now looking back, I realize what I should’ve done.  And what I now must do. Fight. Struggle. Defend.  Keep the peace. Or it’ll be stripped from us; again and again, like an older brother who strips a toy from his younger sibling without remorse or feeling. Therefore passivity must be put to an end. All those who run rampant in this world defiant of justice will have a rude awakening.  The lawless, the bandits who scamper  along day to day without restraint. Violent crimes go unattended.  Countless innocent people are dying.  And many more are suffering.  Freedom itself, is suffering.  Something must be done. Action must be taken. By me. Now, the time has come.  May all the Earth behold,  the justice served by  Prime Lord Severus, the Son of Aspherion and the ways of Imperium.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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