And so close to the end of the series, I have to make my first ret-con. :( Apparently I wasn't paying enough attention when I wrote Part CXXIII and originally wrote Reynyagn into the scene, forgetting that he was supposed to go to Quelia. :P Well, that mistake's been fixed, and Reynyagn's been replaced with Augger, like I had originally plotted out six months ago. So, without further ado, let's now move onto...
Part CXXV: One Last Voyage
Date: Kapton 24th, 114 A.U.
“But… are you sure about this?” Ranvier pursed his lips with concern.
“You may have forgiven my ancestors for their crimes against my race, but have the others?” Augger asked. Ranvier’s silence spoke volumes.
“It is better this way,” Augger said. “You know enough about Quelia, the land of the auggers, to guide them there. The Mothership team will need my help, and we cannot throw the risk of the auggers rejecting me into the picture. Stopping Jaigran is too imperative for that. We all must make sacrifices. Maybe after all of this is over, if I’m still alive, I can return to Quelia and make amends for my ancestor’s crimes.”
“I hope so,” Ranvier said quietly. “Keep yourself safe.”
“And you.”
Kapton 27th, 114 A.U.
“We have now left the mainland of Arquenia,” Reynyagn said, watching out the glass windows as the land rushed behind them. “We’re now over the open sea.”
“And it’ll be another two days likely until we arrive in Quelia,” Ranvier replied. “It took me four days in my transport, but your ship is much faster than ours.”
“I don’t feel ready for this,” Astrid murmured, pursing her lips as she laid her hand against the glass. “I… I’m not ready for this all to be over. I’m not ready for the fight.”
“According to the prophesy, your goal is not to fight, but to heal,” Flek said. “In contrast to me, who am supposed to be the warrior but have already lost all of my fighting skills.”
“Peace,” Reynyagn replied. “We already have many factors on our side. Although Jaigran may be expecting us, he couldn’t have brought a large fighting force, and we should have the whole population of Quelia on our side. Whatever ends up happening, we ought to have the numbers on our side.”
“I hope so…” Astrid said, closing her eyes. “I… I just want this all to be over… All these deaths are haunting me. The man I murdered in Araelia. The elves that we’ve killed. All the dead bodies. Death haunts me. I just need it all to be over…”
“Our sentries caught sight of the Xavier Team’s transport ship as it left the mainland,” Emperor Jaigran said as he entered the Watcher’s cabin. “It seems to be a full six hours behind us.”
“Their ship is unlikely to be faster than ours,” the Watcher replied, standing up as light fluttered through his ever-more translucent body. “We’ll make it to Quelia well ahead of them in time to launch the last phase of our plans.”
“You’re positive that we’ll have no substantial trouble with the auggers on Quelia?” Jaigran asked.
“The auggers will not be expecting our presence,” the Watcher replied. “And they will not dare to follow where we are going. Even if they end up confronting us on our arrival, we brought enough troops to be able to fend them off while we enter my chambers. We’ll be landing right on top of the building where the entrance to my chambers is located, so it will all go well.”
“Yes—speaking of the troops, though, what exactly are they doing after we make our exit?”
“Whatever you want them to do,” the Watcher replied, a smirk playing across his face. “You didn’t bring anyone you legitimately cared about—right? Let them go harass and attack the auggers if they want. They could stay in this ship as well, but once the auggers figured out who they were, they may be dying anyways. All we brought them for was to make sure we had a clear path into my chambers. Once we’re in there, they can just die for all they care. They will be useless once my full form is unleashed.”
Kapton 29th, 114 A.U.
Catan the Silent looked up from his vantage point in the Watchtower of Quelia as he noticed the movement on the horizon. Peering down at his radar, he quickly zoomed into see the scan of the object coming their way. An airship—and one that appeared to be of elven origins.
Outsiders were not to be trusted. Especially those that were of the elves.
Then again, they hadn’t had a better opportunity in a long time to finally show their strength once again to the world and justify what had once been their great name. What better chance to exhibit the power of their kind then by making an example of this elven ship? And Catan the Silent knew what he was going to do.
Moving quickly, Catan the Silent fiddled with levers to open up the secret door that led to his computer that controlled the missile defense system of Quelia that he had put up. Although many other auggers had preferred to leave their defenses weak, Catan the Silent and his ancestors had slowly put up a complex and efficient defense system over the past centuries that the rest of the auggers were completely oblivious too. Although their muteness and lack of a voice was a liability, it had also left them mostly above suspicion—an opportunity which Catan the Silent had made sure to use.
Putting on his head gear, Catan the Silent zoomed in on the upcoming airship and laid his hand on the lever. Pulling it back, he waited as the missile turrets moved up out of the ground, preparing the long-range missiles to begin their attack on the intruder. It ought to be a short battle—just one quick barrage that left the elven airship completely defenseless.
Catan the Silent waited as he trained the missiles on the upcoming airship, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself. It did. And, with a deft nod of his head, Catan fired.
Part CXXV: One Last Voyage
Date: Kapton 24th, 114 A.U.
“But… are you sure about this?” Ranvier pursed his lips with concern.
“You may have forgiven my ancestors for their crimes against my race, but have the others?” Augger asked. Ranvier’s silence spoke volumes.
“It is better this way,” Augger said. “You know enough about Quelia, the land of the auggers, to guide them there. The Mothership team will need my help, and we cannot throw the risk of the auggers rejecting me into the picture. Stopping Jaigran is too imperative for that. We all must make sacrifices. Maybe after all of this is over, if I’m still alive, I can return to Quelia and make amends for my ancestor’s crimes.”
“I hope so,” Ranvier said quietly. “Keep yourself safe.”
“And you.”
Kapton 27th, 114 A.U.
“We have now left the mainland of Arquenia,” Reynyagn said, watching out the glass windows as the land rushed behind them. “We’re now over the open sea.”
“And it’ll be another two days likely until we arrive in Quelia,” Ranvier replied. “It took me four days in my transport, but your ship is much faster than ours.”
“I don’t feel ready for this,” Astrid murmured, pursing her lips as she laid her hand against the glass. “I… I’m not ready for this all to be over. I’m not ready for the fight.”
“According to the prophesy, your goal is not to fight, but to heal,” Flek said. “In contrast to me, who am supposed to be the warrior but have already lost all of my fighting skills.”
“Peace,” Reynyagn replied. “We already have many factors on our side. Although Jaigran may be expecting us, he couldn’t have brought a large fighting force, and we should have the whole population of Quelia on our side. Whatever ends up happening, we ought to have the numbers on our side.”
“I hope so…” Astrid said, closing her eyes. “I… I just want this all to be over… All these deaths are haunting me. The man I murdered in Araelia. The elves that we’ve killed. All the dead bodies. Death haunts me. I just need it all to be over…”
“Our sentries caught sight of the Xavier Team’s transport ship as it left the mainland,” Emperor Jaigran said as he entered the Watcher’s cabin. “It seems to be a full six hours behind us.”
“Their ship is unlikely to be faster than ours,” the Watcher replied, standing up as light fluttered through his ever-more translucent body. “We’ll make it to Quelia well ahead of them in time to launch the last phase of our plans.”
“You’re positive that we’ll have no substantial trouble with the auggers on Quelia?” Jaigran asked.
“The auggers will not be expecting our presence,” the Watcher replied. “And they will not dare to follow where we are going. Even if they end up confronting us on our arrival, we brought enough troops to be able to fend them off while we enter my chambers. We’ll be landing right on top of the building where the entrance to my chambers is located, so it will all go well.”
“Yes—speaking of the troops, though, what exactly are they doing after we make our exit?”
“Whatever you want them to do,” the Watcher replied, a smirk playing across his face. “You didn’t bring anyone you legitimately cared about—right? Let them go harass and attack the auggers if they want. They could stay in this ship as well, but once the auggers figured out who they were, they may be dying anyways. All we brought them for was to make sure we had a clear path into my chambers. Once we’re in there, they can just die for all they care. They will be useless once my full form is unleashed.”
Kapton 29th, 114 A.U.
Catan the Silent looked up from his vantage point in the Watchtower of Quelia as he noticed the movement on the horizon. Peering down at his radar, he quickly zoomed into see the scan of the object coming their way. An airship—and one that appeared to be of elven origins.
Outsiders were not to be trusted. Especially those that were of the elves.
Then again, they hadn’t had a better opportunity in a long time to finally show their strength once again to the world and justify what had once been their great name. What better chance to exhibit the power of their kind then by making an example of this elven ship? And Catan the Silent knew what he was going to do.
Moving quickly, Catan the Silent fiddled with levers to open up the secret door that led to his computer that controlled the missile defense system of Quelia that he had put up. Although many other auggers had preferred to leave their defenses weak, Catan the Silent and his ancestors had slowly put up a complex and efficient defense system over the past centuries that the rest of the auggers were completely oblivious too. Although their muteness and lack of a voice was a liability, it had also left them mostly above suspicion—an opportunity which Catan the Silent had made sure to use.
Putting on his head gear, Catan the Silent zoomed in on the upcoming airship and laid his hand on the lever. Pulling it back, he waited as the missile turrets moved up out of the ground, preparing the long-range missiles to begin their attack on the intruder. It ought to be a short battle—just one quick barrage that left the elven airship completely defenseless.
Catan the Silent waited as he trained the missiles on the upcoming airship, waiting for the perfect opportunity to present itself. It did. And, with a deft nod of his head, Catan fired.
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