Time for Ranvier to come back into focus...
Part CXXI: Unveiling
Date: Kapton 23rd, 114 A.U.
“The days of the goblins have been numbered.” Jaigran walked down the hall as he followed the Watcher. “The Mothership has completely decimated their chief city and thanks to you we now have the golden weapon of the goblins.
“Four now are in our position,” the Watcher replied. “Two belong to the Xavier Team and the third is ready for us to grasp whenever we need it.”
“Shall we put the final step of our plan in motion?” Jaigran asked, turning around as he faced the Watcher. “There will be no use tracking down the Xavier Team.”
“No,” the Watcher agreed. “We will let them come to us. And then we will spring our trap.”
“Good,” Jaigran said, solemnly nodding. “Everything is as it should be then. Order the guards to reveal all to Ranvier, our augger friend. And then stage his escape in a way that causes him to reach the Xavier Team. Victory is at our grasp.”
“Jaine was only able to explain that the Watcher was the Mothertree,” Flek said. “And that the Watcher didn’t have an actual body. He was trying to say something else, but he died first.”
“I see…” Reynyagn said.
“It’s a tragedy,” Lord Freglak replied bitterly. “If not for him… If not for him, we might have won this war…”
“The Emperor is a deceitful elf,” Zarien replied. “And this Watcher—whoever he is—is a master of deception. He nearly took over Flek’s mind. Apparently he was the Mothertree as well. I don’t know who or what he is, but he’s a force to be reckoned with and he’s the reason you lost this battle.”
“Our country is ruined,” Freglak said, shaking his head. “Our forces are completely scattered, our capital city has been razed to the ground, and I have in essence lost my crown. We have been entirely desolated.”
“We cannot give up hope,” Flek said quietly. “Mayhaps you may yet be able to rebuild your country and continue to work against Jaigran once we’ve put you in touch with the other elven rebels.”
“Aye; it is my only hope…” Freglak whispered.
“But for us—we need a plan,” Number 994 said, standing up. “The Emperor has four golden weapons now. Only the golden weapon of the auggers remains unclaimed. What is our plan for finding it?”
“To find where the auggers have hid themselves…” Augger murmured. “A near –impossible task without the radar control of the skies that the elves have.”
“So basically we’re going to hack into the Mothership,” Monty said. “Your tribe of Sla’ad nearly had the plans finished, right, Reynyagn? We just need to get those plans, organize with the elven rebel group, and break into the Mothership.”
“Well isn’t that a near-impossibility,” Astrid murmured. “And all of that just to find the auggers—but wouldn’t Jaigran have found them first if it was that simple?”
“I… I don’t think so,” a new voice said, and they turned to see an augger emerge from the bushes.
“Wha…” Augger began. “Who-”
“I am Ranvier, ambassador of the auggers,” Ranvier said solemnly. “And I think Emperor Jaigran wanted me to meet you.”
“So… let me get this straight,” Monty said. “You were captured by them—they faked an escape—and then you thought you met one of us rebels and told them everything?”
“Yes.”
“And now…?”
“Afterwards, I realized that they had tricked me,” Ranvier replied. “And I’ve begun to piece together their plan in bits and pieces. They need the golden weapons to unleash the Watcher.”
“Unleash him?”
“I don’t completely understand it,” Ranvier admitted. “But the Watcher doesn’t have a body. But if he gains one, from what I overheard, he will gain extreme power. And to unleash the Watcher, they need five of the seven golden corsha weapons.”
A chill ran through Flek’s spine. “And they—they-”
“They have four of them now,” Ranvier said. “And thanks to the information they have from me, they now know where the last one is.”
A cold silence fell upon the group as they realized what exactly what was happening. Finally, someone spoke.
“How did you escape?” Augger asked.
“They tried to repeat the past,” Ranvier said. “Stage another escape, but an augger can’t be fooled twice. It was a set-up.”
“A set-up so that they can find us,” Monty whispered, instantly standing up.
“They’re nowhere nearby,” Lord Freglak muttered. “I have a radar device right here. We’re fine.”
“Then… then why…?” Monty began.
“They want us to know their plan,” Reynyagn said quietly. “Right? Why else would they have told Ranvier? They want us to know exactly what they’re doing. Or what they want us to think that they’re doing.”
“So what do we do?” Flek asked. “Do we walk right into their trap?”
“You need to go east,” Ranvier replied. “I need to take you to the island of the auggers—to the Noon Stone—and to the third golden weapon. We need to beat him to it.”
“He’s still playing with the strings…” Reynyagn said. “I know that he’s expecting us to try to get the 3rd Golden Weapon. But we have no choice. Even if he’s lying about needing five weapons to unleash the Watcher’s power, we still need to get that golden weapon before he can.”
“So we have to walk into his plan,” Monty muttered.
“Not unless we get there first,” Ranvier said, raising an eyebrow. “After all, would Jaigran have really done all of this if he expected us to beat him? They might have a good guess as to where my homeland is. But I know how to get there. And Jaigran will not be ready for the weapons that we have to launch on them.”
“Like that would make a difference against the Mothership,” Monty pointed out.
“Either way, I believe it’s settled, is it not?” Reynyagn asked. “None of us like this situation, but our course of action seems obvious. The Mothership isn’t the fastest ship—we still have some working ships here that will be able to beat it. And since we know where the last Golden Weapon is, even if Jaigran seemingly wants us to pursue it, we have no other choice. The Golden Weapons are what is needed to save Arquenia. And so it is there that we must go.”
Part CXXI: Unveiling
Date: Kapton 23rd, 114 A.U.
“The days of the goblins have been numbered.” Jaigran walked down the hall as he followed the Watcher. “The Mothership has completely decimated their chief city and thanks to you we now have the golden weapon of the goblins.
“Four now are in our position,” the Watcher replied. “Two belong to the Xavier Team and the third is ready for us to grasp whenever we need it.”
“Shall we put the final step of our plan in motion?” Jaigran asked, turning around as he faced the Watcher. “There will be no use tracking down the Xavier Team.”
“No,” the Watcher agreed. “We will let them come to us. And then we will spring our trap.”
“Good,” Jaigran said, solemnly nodding. “Everything is as it should be then. Order the guards to reveal all to Ranvier, our augger friend. And then stage his escape in a way that causes him to reach the Xavier Team. Victory is at our grasp.”
“Jaine was only able to explain that the Watcher was the Mothertree,” Flek said. “And that the Watcher didn’t have an actual body. He was trying to say something else, but he died first.”
“I see…” Reynyagn said.
“It’s a tragedy,” Lord Freglak replied bitterly. “If not for him… If not for him, we might have won this war…”
“The Emperor is a deceitful elf,” Zarien replied. “And this Watcher—whoever he is—is a master of deception. He nearly took over Flek’s mind. Apparently he was the Mothertree as well. I don’t know who or what he is, but he’s a force to be reckoned with and he’s the reason you lost this battle.”
“Our country is ruined,” Freglak said, shaking his head. “Our forces are completely scattered, our capital city has been razed to the ground, and I have in essence lost my crown. We have been entirely desolated.”
“We cannot give up hope,” Flek said quietly. “Mayhaps you may yet be able to rebuild your country and continue to work against Jaigran once we’ve put you in touch with the other elven rebels.”
“Aye; it is my only hope…” Freglak whispered.
“But for us—we need a plan,” Number 994 said, standing up. “The Emperor has four golden weapons now. Only the golden weapon of the auggers remains unclaimed. What is our plan for finding it?”
“To find where the auggers have hid themselves…” Augger murmured. “A near –impossible task without the radar control of the skies that the elves have.”
“So basically we’re going to hack into the Mothership,” Monty said. “Your tribe of Sla’ad nearly had the plans finished, right, Reynyagn? We just need to get those plans, organize with the elven rebel group, and break into the Mothership.”
“Well isn’t that a near-impossibility,” Astrid murmured. “And all of that just to find the auggers—but wouldn’t Jaigran have found them first if it was that simple?”
“I… I don’t think so,” a new voice said, and they turned to see an augger emerge from the bushes.
“Wha…” Augger began. “Who-”
“I am Ranvier, ambassador of the auggers,” Ranvier said solemnly. “And I think Emperor Jaigran wanted me to meet you.”
“So… let me get this straight,” Monty said. “You were captured by them—they faked an escape—and then you thought you met one of us rebels and told them everything?”
“Yes.”
“And now…?”
“Afterwards, I realized that they had tricked me,” Ranvier replied. “And I’ve begun to piece together their plan in bits and pieces. They need the golden weapons to unleash the Watcher.”
“Unleash him?”
“I don’t completely understand it,” Ranvier admitted. “But the Watcher doesn’t have a body. But if he gains one, from what I overheard, he will gain extreme power. And to unleash the Watcher, they need five of the seven golden corsha weapons.”
A chill ran through Flek’s spine. “And they—they-”
“They have four of them now,” Ranvier said. “And thanks to the information they have from me, they now know where the last one is.”
A cold silence fell upon the group as they realized what exactly what was happening. Finally, someone spoke.
“How did you escape?” Augger asked.
“They tried to repeat the past,” Ranvier said. “Stage another escape, but an augger can’t be fooled twice. It was a set-up.”
“A set-up so that they can find us,” Monty whispered, instantly standing up.
“They’re nowhere nearby,” Lord Freglak muttered. “I have a radar device right here. We’re fine.”
“Then… then why…?” Monty began.
“They want us to know their plan,” Reynyagn said quietly. “Right? Why else would they have told Ranvier? They want us to know exactly what they’re doing. Or what they want us to think that they’re doing.”
“So what do we do?” Flek asked. “Do we walk right into their trap?”
“You need to go east,” Ranvier replied. “I need to take you to the island of the auggers—to the Noon Stone—and to the third golden weapon. We need to beat him to it.”
“He’s still playing with the strings…” Reynyagn said. “I know that he’s expecting us to try to get the 3rd Golden Weapon. But we have no choice. Even if he’s lying about needing five weapons to unleash the Watcher’s power, we still need to get that golden weapon before he can.”
“So we have to walk into his plan,” Monty muttered.
“Not unless we get there first,” Ranvier said, raising an eyebrow. “After all, would Jaigran have really done all of this if he expected us to beat him? They might have a good guess as to where my homeland is. But I know how to get there. And Jaigran will not be ready for the weapons that we have to launch on them.”
“Like that would make a difference against the Mothership,” Monty pointed out.
“Either way, I believe it’s settled, is it not?” Reynyagn asked. “None of us like this situation, but our course of action seems obvious. The Mothership isn’t the fastest ship—we still have some working ships here that will be able to beat it. And since we know where the last Golden Weapon is, even if Jaigran seemingly wants us to pursue it, we have no other choice. The Golden Weapons are what is needed to save Arquenia. And so it is there that we must go.”
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