Day 235 – Dark Stars: Fire Light, Part Two – Short Story

The Players so far..

Zander Kane, once a trusted and highly decorated general for the united federation, Kane betrayed not only his own race, but his own flesh and blood to join the dark collective, so he could be with the woman he loved. Now, he rides stardust and slipstreams, captaining the Betha, fighting for the collective, in hope of one day freeing the worlds from the federations ruling grasp..

High Lord Quinn, Quinn’s past is still yet to be revealed, but his past association with Zander Kane makes his story more of a mystery.

President Balmires, the current elected president of the united federation, Balmires’ rise to power is one worth of it’s own story, soaked in blood and betrayal.

Last time on Dark Stars: Fire Light…

After attempting to destroy a vital defense weapon for the united federation, Zander and the crew of  the interstellar battleship, Betha, found themselves viciously hunted down by a Z class Star Destroyer that was somehow waiting for them, turning their act of terrorism against the federation, into, a suicide run. Soon, Zander found himself a prisoner of High Lord Quinn, and his crew dead, but, as Quinn prepared to kill Zander, two armoured beings, who were hidden, came to his aid, taking out Quinn and his men.

And so we continue…

“What you’re saying doesn’t make sense, how’s that possible?”

“It’s something I’m still trying to get my head around, but, the time for speculation will have to wait, if we are to finish this, we must move quickly, time is running out.”

Zander picks up Quinn’s blaster and checks it’s power cell, “I always knew this was going to be a one way trip.”

“So did I,” the two armoured females say in unison.

“It’s easy for you to say,” he says as he presses himself up against the metal doorway.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She says, as the two golden warriors stare at him.

“Exactly what it’s meant to mean. For you, it’s not really a one way ticket is it, you’ve got hosts scattered across the universe, it’s not like you don’t have an out.”

They both look to the ground quickly, and silence follows, Zander feels an uneasiness come over him, as he casts a quick glance over toward them. “Gadamrie, what aren’t you telling me?”

They look up at him, their eyes, seem dimmer than he has ever seen them before, “Back on Betha, before the destroyer appeared out of the wormhole, you asked me where I was, and I never, I never had a chance to tell you. But I was, somehow, I-I…” Her mouth moves nervously, trembling almost, and he reaches out to her, gripping the centuries old armour that encases her.

“Somehow what?” He says softly.

“Somehow someone found me, all at once. I-I, I felt them, their cries, my cries, then, I, they, we, were no more.”

His eyes widen with terror, and he tightens his grip on her armour, “My god, are you, are you telling me, you’re all that’s left? How could someone know that sort of information? How could…”

“I don’t know, but someone found out and they somehow infiltrated my core collective, without my knowledge, located all of me, and then, in one finely orchestrated attack, wiped them from my minds eye.”

He slumps backwards, his mouth open, his eyes glazed over, “W-Why didn’t you say something?”

“Everything happened so quickly, I had no real time to process what was taking place, and, t-the, the mission was our primary concern, my life, it still blossoms, all be it, not as bright, but I still live, and, I could not risk losing you as well.”

“Do you know who the attackers were?” He asks softly.

“They all said the same words in unison, together as they stuck me down,” she looks at him, as tears of yellow run down her cheeks. “Tell the priestess death comes for all who oppose the president.”

Zander feels his throat knot up, as he struggles to swallow the dry mouthful of air, she reaches out to him, and touches his face.

“Don’t, we both knew, one day, our lives would be….” but she doesn’t get to finish her words as a shot rips through her head, he sucks in a deep breath and stares into the others eyes, as she swiftly raises her blaster towards him, he stares at her lips, lips he had kissed a thousand times or more, lips he had once thought were the softest things he had touched in all the worlds, now looked rigid, firm, and as she opened her mouth, he knew what words would come out.

“Death to all who oppose the president!” She says.

To Be Continued

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