STORMING by K.M. Weiland


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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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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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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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The ninth district wasn’t the kind of place you take your kids for a picnic.  Pollution.  Crime.  Perpetual gang warfare.  Even the Dyna cop evolution program seemed to decline.  Definitely not a place to raise your children or start a family.

“Simion, head for the warehouse and see what you can find”.  “Wait, where are you going?”  “If what she said is true, there’s a bomb headed for the tenth district.  I have to stop it.”  “I don’t think this is a good idea Severus.  We should stick together and figure this out”.  “Simion.  I have to try to do something.  I can’t let those people die if we knew about it beforehand.  Show honor before strength Simion.”  “Its a mistake sir.  These are not our people.  Don’t play her game.  She’s onto you and seems to know your psychology.”   “Well…we’ll see how about that.”.  Simion’s senses could pick up nearby sensors, but unsure of the direction.  Disappearing into the crowd he made his way down the crowded street and tucked away into an alley.

Severus broke away from the flow of traffic into a nearby field.  Running into the field he entered into an abandoned house through the front door.  “Hello?  Anyone home”.  The sound of his voice echoed about searching every room.  He quickly exited through the back porch and scanned the area.  Suddenly he materialized into a what appeared to be a ball of energy floating about 5 feet from the ground.  In a split second, it burst into the open sky ascending to the height of the clouds at great speed.   The entire house shook shattering all the windows.  A small boy peaked through a bedroom upstairs, watching as he disappeared into the clouds.

In the ninth district, Simion knew he was a sitting duck.  So he decided to play their little game.  Walking briskly, he turned the corner realizing that he was being watched and followed.  “Why are they following me?  He thought to himself.  “Seems like an illegal transmitting frequency…Hmm…  The signals are heavily encrypted”  Suddenly he realized.  “Military drones.  Approximately 23 meters away.”   He could sniff out the activity of nearby drones like a home cooked meal.  “They’re closing in.  And they’re all distributing the same frequency.  How convenient.  And they only sent 7 drones to kill me?  I’m almost offended. This is going be fun.”  He broke out into a full sprint.  Two circular drones picked up speed behind him while three more appeared some distance in front of him.  They all deployed their weaponry simultaneously.  High powered guns surfaced bilaterally on each drone.  Immediately gunfire ripped through the entire alley.   Quickly ducking behind a trash dumpster, he whipped his right arm in a downward motion extending his elbow abruptly.  Immediately two blades sprung along both sides of his wrist, extending out past his hand.  Closing his hand, a grip materialized into thin air as he tightened his fingers.  An energy form came sizzling out from the blades as he brought his arm around full circle.  BOOM-BOOM!!!!!  Both attack drones from the rear exploded instantly.  Screams were heard at a distance.  Holes poured through the dumpster as more gunfire ripped past his head.  He erupted from behind the dumpster with heavy gunfire shadowing his every step.  Approaching the other side of the alley he put one foot upon the wall spinning into a back flip.  Landing firmly on his feet, he could sense the gunfire coming his direction.  Then motioning backward, he projected himself into a ball of energy about 20 feet away.  Reappearing, he slid into a crouched position.  Extending his right arm upward, a barrage of energy blasts poured from the blades on his wrist.  BA-BOOM….BOOOOMMMM!!  More screams heard down the alley.  “Four down. Three to go…  This is fun.”

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Benjamin Thomas



Simion’s blood at a boiling point, was ready to overflow at any moment.  “Stand down”.  Severus spoke in a reassuring yet firm tone, as if to ease the tension in the transfer pod.  “What do you want?”  dialing into her motive like he knew what was coming next.  “I have your friend Elizabeth mason in a safe place.   “Eliza– Mason?  “Severus, this woman is an accomplice in her attempted murder!”  “I said stand down Simion”.  “So what do you want from us”.   Severus presses for more answers trying to get to the bottom of her real mystery appearance.  “Meet me in the 9th district at 1:15 PM, in a place of my choosing.  Try anything funny and she dies.  Got it?”  “Understood”.  “How should I go about contacting you?”  “Oh, don’t worry about that Talegan.  I’ll contact you”.  The side panel  erupts in it’s automated settings.  “approaching 9th district, please keep your seat belts fastened.  Their was a disturbing silence in the transfer pod until it came to a complete halt.  Simion thought to himself.  “I liked the silence in this pod before she showed up.  She’s manipulative and the essence of pure evil.  There’s no way Elizabeth is going to make it out of this alive”.  The doors to the pod slid open.  “And gentlemen. If you try to follow me, I’ll detonate the bomb within this pod after it reaches it’s next destination.  You do realize the tenth district is heavily populated right?.  I don’t think you want that blood upon your hands.”  She exited the pod and quickly disapeared into the crowd.

“Severus, I’ve got a bad feeling about this.  She knew exactly where we were and how to reach us.  She could’ve detonated that bomb without even talking to us”.   “That’s just it Simion.  She doesn’t want to kill us, and definitely wants something with the full intention of getting it by any means necessary.  Any report from the seekers?”  “They traced the energy signature to a warehouse about 15 miles east of here.  There’s also evidence of a recent portal entry near here.”  District 9 had always been a hotbed for violence and a mainstay for criminals of any sort.  “Are you positive?  How is that even possible?”  “Absolutely.  There’s definitely been a recent exit from a portal.  I can sense it pretty strongly now.”   Severus and Simion began to feel unsettled in their every step.  The loud music almost seemed to overpower their own senses.  People moved about like schools of fish going about in their own world.  A stench billowing from a nearby alley also began to creep into their consciousness.  “Lets get out of here”.  Spoke Severus, in a very an overly concerned tone.  “Quick blend into the crowd and summon your seekers at once”.   Simion opens his left hand and there appeared three blue spherical looking objects with bio-luminescence.  They both faded into the crowd without a trace in an attempt to hide their presence.  But they had the deep realization their every move was under constant surveillance.   “Simion, have you traced the address to that warehouse yet?”  “Yes.  We need to locate some transportation and head east.”.  “And Simion,  Call and notify Tom immediately, he’s going to want to know about this.  I’ve got a bad feeling that she’s not going to make it out of here alive.

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Benjamin Thomas


Deep at the heart of the nations largest quadropolis, within the farsidon district in the storied realms of the city of Crygan, two men sat patiently.  The silence between them was almost as numbing as their own thoughts.  The slow hum from the transport pod seemed to provide some comfort their racing mind.  “Talegan.  Do you ever have second thoughts?”.  “Second thoughts of what do you ask?”.  “Well, you know.  About Lord Gracious and the solace.”  “You mean if I should have slain him, while I had the chance?  Everyday…  Everyday Simion.  I Wonder if I’ve destroyed everything.  My family, kingdom, my people.  Not to mention Spira, my first love.  What is she to think of me after all of this?  I’ve betrayed my own land.  I’ve ruined everything.”  Simion skillfully interjects.  “The Domain has become corrupt.  I’ve confirmed from multiple sources that their are moles within the administration of the Perception as well as the Paradine.  So I think it serves us well to be away from Vangoria and Aspherion.”

Talegan looking down, intently at his feet.  His countenance changing for the worse.  He felt a wave of raw emotion welling from within him.  “It does not serve any purpose to ruin the foundations of our kingdom Simion.  If there is no blood shed during the solace, a state of interregnum must be declared officially by the Domain.  That means our enemies will attack Govinia.  All of Vangoria will me taken and Aspherion will become vulnerable.  THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED.”  His tone touching the core of his anguish.  The silence ensued his outburst of disgust.  The slow hum returned to their consciousness filling the air.  Suddenly a voice sprang out of the side panel.  “Approaching Wright district 7.  The pod slowed to a halt and the doors slid open horizontally.  There appeared an attractive woman standing at the entrance.  She had trimmed black hair, fair creamed skin and aura of dignity.  “Please enter the t-pod and be seated appropriately”.  An automatic belt fastened as soon as she sat down.  “District 9 please”.  The t-pod began to initiate movement and the humming returned.  “Evening gentlemen.”  “Good evening”.  They both returned the courtesy.  “We’re headed to district 9 as well”.  Simion noted the look of satisfaction on her face.  “I know.  Severus and Simion is it?  Of the Kingdom of Vangoria.  I know exactly who you are”.  A look of astonishment fell upon them.  “Who are you?  And how do you know our names?”  Said Severus curiously.  “Well, your reputation precedes you Talegan.  We’ve been acquainted but not properly introduced.”   “I’m sorry…but have we met before? Do I know you?”  “You should.  I’m the one who shot you in the bakery…”

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Benjamin Thomas



True Care Hospital, Ampra, OH Farsidon district in the city of Crygan.  1st floor intensive care unit 12:34 AM.  Elizabeth Mason was motionless, as if the life were draining from her body, lying still in critical condition.  Fully garbed in dull grey and white hospital gown, draped in wires extending from her body to machines monitoring her every vital sign. Blood pressure, oxygen saturation,  pulse and breathing rate all in stable condition.    The steady, high pitched sound of the machines seemed to resonate throughout the room.  “Lizzy? Can you hear me?  It’s me.  —Tim.”  Holding her hand as if it were the first time.  Her hand was warm, but offered nothing in return.  ” Lizzy…You’ll be o–o–kay”.  His voice crackling on every syllable.  Attempting to utter a comforting word, but double laced with doubt, anxiety and fear.  He then could feel the rising anger catch flame within himself.  And fully incensed, he left the ICU in a stir.  Who the hell would try kill her?  He made his way down the corridor from the ICU toward the first floor transfer pods.  As he approached, there was an irregularly shaped pod that immediately spoke, acknowledging his presence.  “Welcome, Officer Mason.  How may I assist you?”  “Second floor please”.  “Please enter the T-pod and be seated.  Destination, second floor”.  Before the pod could depart, another individual entered and sat down next to him.  “Destination second floor”. The pod began its course steadily forward then began to ascend toward the higher deck.  Once upon the second floor the pod continued horizontally wrapping around the building  toward the south side.  After the doors opened, only one man exited.   “Excuse me sir, are you okay? Sir–Sir!  I need a team to the second deck T-pod 2A STAT!  I have an unconscious male approximately in his 30’s with a pulse but unconscious”.  Over the PA system is heard loud and clear “CODE RED SECOND FLOOR DECK, CODE RED SECOND FLOOR DECK”.  A team of nurses rush the scene, a medical droid the first to arrive.  “What—where am I? Wh— “You’re at True Care hospital, you must’ve passed out.  You’re ok now.  Vitals are stable.  “Lizzy!”  “Sir calm down, you need to get some rest”.  “GET OUTTA THE WAY!  GET OFF ME!!” Pushing the medical personnel onto the floor.  “ICU NOW!!”.  The T-pod reverses course back down to the first floor.  Nervously exiting the pod.  “Where is the ICU?” He frantically attempts to run, staggering, stumbling across the floor.  “Just down the hall to your left sir” Responded another medical droid.   He quickly draws his weapon with the remaining sense of consciousness left over.  Turning the corner he saw a nurse at the front desk face down.  Approaching the room where Lizzy was, he found emptiness.  “No, no,no,no, no,no, NO!!!  WHERE IS SHE!”  In a split second, an alarm goes off throughout the facility.  “CODE ALPHA, FIRST FLOOR ICU.  CODE ALPHA, FIRST FLOOR ICU!.”  “Freeze! Drop your weapon now!  “Where is she!”  “I said, drop your weapon. NOW! DON’T MAKE ME SHOOT”…

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Benjamin Thomas



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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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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