Conquest Agarta

by Aeon Solo

  “You back on Earth yet?” she asked, mockingly.

  “I was just looking around the place,” he responded.

  “Yes, I can see that, I don’t know your name.”

  “My name is…” he paused for a moment as he contemplated who he was. “Viden,” he said, and she had a pleasant smile. “I wish Mara was here to see this,” he said, whilst they walked toward a fruit tree along the street. He grabbed a large apple off the branch, it was luscious and red. “This looks like a Teffem on my planet.”

  She grabbed the apple out of his hand and bit into it.

  “Probably because that was an apple,” she said sarcastically. He pushed her slightly reciprocating her playful punch from earlier. They ruffled for a moment giggling at one-another, she held him and attempted to remove the mask. He grasped her hands and moved them away.

  “Sorry,” he said, “I can’t do this,” he added, he wandered away from her. He rested on a bench. She watched him with sympathy, giving him some space for a short time.

  Meanwhile, Commander Sampson was rushing through the headquarters.

  “We need to order an immediate evacuation of the planet,” he exclaimed to his second in command.

  “Why, what’s wrong?” he enquired anxiously.

  “The Draco have our location. I suspect they will attack imminently,” he responded. He rushed into the communications room where he met the Admirals stationed across the galaxy. He activated a transmission and a few of the Admirals accepted it.

  “Commander,” a Pleiadean Admiral said.

  “Admiral Val, the Draco have the coordinates for Earth, I ask if you or anyone else,” he gazed at the other Admirals, “Can send us some military assets?”

  “I can send two fleets in the next 48 hours,” Admiral Val responded.

  “Two days may be too long Admiral, I fear an attack is imminent,” he pleaded, dread filling his eyes.

  “Make it 12,” Admiral Val said, he cut off his transmission to prepare the two fleets for departure to Earth.

  “I can spare a fleet, Commander,” Admiral Dreise said from the Sirius system.

  “Thank you, Admiral, we will need all the help we can get.” The transmission ended. He engaged in deep thought for a moment, dreading the battle that was to come. It was 16:00 on Earth and 06:00 on Agarta in equivalent.

  Regina approached Viden who remained on a bench nearby.

  “Who was she? Girlfriend? Wife?” she enquired.

  “Something like that. I don’t really understand people, so I wouldn’t know to be honest,” he answered.

  “Did you love her?” she asks.

  “Maybe, I don’t know. I went my entire life without a meaningful interaction with a female. I thought I could be solo forever, but then I saw her in the market, tried to talk to her and failed miserably,” he laughed slightly whilst he said it, recalling his first conversation with her. Regina smiled also.

  “I could imagine,” she said

  “There was something about her, it wasn’t so much attraction per se, with looks, it was something else, it was like I had to meet her, like the universe pulled me to her, do you get that?” he asked, unsure on whether he was explaining his perception clearly.

  “Yes, what people call love is a mystical thing, it’s what makes us human,” she explained. He twisted his head slightly.

  “I don’t know, it’s vulnerability, weakness, I fear that more than anything in the universe, more than the Draco, more than anything,” he said gravely.

  “Why?” she pondered.

  “They can crush you in the palm of their hand if they please, and when you lose them, was it worth the pain? Because I’m in pain, so much pain. Emotions are dangerous, the Archon was right about that,” he explained. He stood to his feet, watching the beautiful landscape ahead.

  “You’re really different, for a dark warrior of the Draco,” she said, analysing him. Multiple soldiers observed them from a distance. He giggled a little.

  “Mara said something similar,” he said. “I activated that beacon for her, in hopes the Alliance could defeat the Draco, to save her. I’ve never been so wrong in my life,” he said, deflated.

  “I’m so sorry, she sounds sweet,” Regina returned gently.

  “Sweetest person in the universe,” he said with a smile, thinking of her.

  A paper poster drifted through the air, he clutched it in his grasp and evaluated it. It described the event at Nimma City, thousands of years ago.

  “What’s this?” Viden posed.

  “Nimma? Oh yes, it is the tenth of August. Something dreadful happened a long time ago, I believe the Draco had something to do with that, ‘they’ said it was religious extremists but…”

  Suddenly loud sirens radiated from the base and people received a warning in their technological assets. They were caught off guard and they rushed to their ships in the commotion.

  “What’s happening?” he exclaimed. Viden watched the scurrying feet and dread on their faces, Regina too.

  “The planet is being evacuated!” she yelled, evaluating a transmission she received. They approached the base.

  Meanwhile on Agarta.

  “We set off to Earth promptly! Charia, ensure Patsule is protected, it will take fifteen minutes to fire that rail gun,” Anu stated, Charia was entering his capitol ship called the Defiance. Fleets of ships exited the Patsule space station and the surface of Agarta.

  Anu found the Archon who was preparing his personal ship, now Anu had possession of the Mikasa. He was inscribing the term; With love, from Draconis. In English on each of the 20 anti-matter missiles he had. Despite his origins being outside of this simulated reality, he still valued Draconis as a home.

  “Where is this servant of yours, the Knight?” Anu enquired, wondering on the whereabouts of Anu-Krai / Viden.

  “He’s gone,” the Archon responded, carving the words still.

  “What do you mean he’s gone?” he yelled, infuriated.

  “I relieved him of his duty,” he said, whilst continuing to carve the inscription.

  “You better hope he doesn’t interfere with our cause,” Anu remarked callously.

  “He won’t,” the Archon said sternly, the two parted ways, they prepared to embark on the next battle.

  Most of the Draco forces had converged above Agarta, Anu exited Patsule and rendezvoused with Charia. The Archon remained aboard the space station as it prepared to jump through hyperspace.

  Ships cascaded off the surface of Earth, disregarding the etiquette of space travel. Regina found her backup ship after her personal ship was destroyed on Agarta.

  “Wait, I have to tell you something,” he said to her. She stopped and listened before she entered the craft.

  “They tracked the ship you left on.” She quivered with guilt.

  “What!” she yelled, falling into the seat, her cockpit door open. “So, they found us because of me,” she said, shocked with guilt.

  “Ye…well” he stuttered.

  “Why would you tell me this!” she roared.

  “I don’t know!?” he answered, unsure on conventional social etiquette.

  “You idiot!” she screamed, shutting the cockpit door and activating her craft. He looked on solemnly, not quite sure on how he messed up and angered her.

  He entered his ship, travelling through the atmosphere. Suddenly the Patsule space station emerged from hyperspace above Earth, along with fleets of Draco ships. His mouth dropped to the ground, he speeded toward them. The space defence system of Earth activated and barraged the ships with energetic bolts and missiles. All Alliance fighters were released from all battle stations on the entire planet. Various space defence weaponry stationed on the moon activated, adding more protection to Earth. The rail gun was being prepared with a 26-mile diameter rock primed for ignition. Capitol ships attacked one-another, ships on all sides exploded and debris was cluttering up space.

  The Archon exited Patsule in his ship called the Phoenix, it was very
similar to Anu’s Mikasa. Regina rocketed toward the space station along with hundreds of Alliance fighters, Viden followed.

  “Regina! Listen to me, we have to go!” he yelled through the com link. Viola accessed her ships frequency. Regina ignored him.

  “There is much more at stake than just Earth and the Alliance!”

  “I can’t let them destroy Earth, it’s all my fault!” she said in a hoarse, dread ridden tone.

  He waited a few moments to find the right words. Was it her fault? Sort of, but it wasn’t the moment to utter such words.

  “It’s not your fault, they would have acquired the coordinates from the destroyed Alliance ships anyway, it was only a matter of time!” he exclaimed, hoping to get through to her.

  When Draconis was destroyed, most of the archives were lost and the coordinates for Earth along with it, otherwise the Draco would have attacked Earth earlier. Hundreds of Alliance ships greeted the Draco in space combat. Viden begrudgingly attacked the Draco ships that posed a risk to Regina.

  He manoeuvred around dodging the beams and missiles which flew between the two groups. Alliance ships also tried destroying him, he executed them too. He was one man stuck in a three-way battle. A proper Mexican standoff, except everyone was against him. The Archon sent a transmission to Viden.

  “Krai!” he exclaimed, “I see you out there destroying my ships!” he roared.

  Viden gritted his teeth. “Don’t worry, I won’t be here for long,” he answered firmly. Despite the situation, a part of him still believed there was hope for Earth and that the Alliance could win the battle. But his priority was Regina.

  “You better not be,” the Archon said, shutting off the transmission. Viden sighed heavily and spammed his primary weapon in frustration. The bolts fired through space, missing all opponents.

  Regina broke through and fired all her missiles toward the rail gun, they hit the gargantuan rock inside but barely broke it apart. She screamed in frustration.

  “Regina! Get out of there now!” he yelled, “You’ll die!” She quashed the com link completely and removed her helmet. Tears gleamed down her face whilst she travelled towards the rail gun.

  Anu spotted the ship that penetrated the fighter line and followed it.

  “Forgive me father,” she said quietly.

  Viden observed her ship which was far in the distance now.

  “No,” he said. “Don’t!” he screamed. She came ever closer to reaching her target, she fired her primary blaster. She powered at high speed toward the rock hoping to destroy it or the weapon mechanism itself.

  Anu’s Mikasa tailed and fired an anti-matter missile. It locked onto her ship, Viden could do nothing but watch in the distance. An alarm radiated through the ship, she attempted to weave away. She twisted back.

  “We have been clocked,” the system warned.

  The missile crept closer, she breathed deeply. She just, let go.

  In a moment she was wiped away from the universe, unable to complete her mission. Viden witnessed Regina perish at the hands of Anu. Anu then travelled toward him and the battle between the two sets of fighters. A tear crept down his face, he attempted to flee the conflict.

  Machines removed the debris from her missile strike and the great weapon prepared to launch the rock that would decimate Earth.

  Viden destroyed multiple Draco and Alliance ships who fired upon him on his escape. Anu followed him intent on destroying him.

  “Anu!” his attention was taken by the Archon, “The weapon is ready, pull out.”

  He grunted with disdain and returned to the station with the surviving Draco fighters.

  Commander Sampson stepped outside of the compound looking directly at the space station. A bright light coerced from the station blinding him, and in a moment the weapon cracked the precious blue ball.

  The flash was so bright it was like a thousand suns. The Alliance ships stopped firing and the pilots watched their planet break from the impact.

  A shockwave radiated across the globe and the destruction reigned for hundreds of miles. The wall of ash, rock and debris spread at godly speeds. The atmosphere became a thick wall of debris and the precious blue Earth transformed to a ball of fire within minutes. The Draco forces retreated to Agarta, leaving the defeated Alliance forces to die along with their Earth.

  Viden overlooked the destruction from a distance, he mourned the death of the precious blue planet and his friend Regina. Debris exited the atmosphere and consumed nearby ships who couldn’t escape it. The survivors travelled through hyperspace to other Alliance worlds for refuge.

  Viden, unsure on where to go, returned to Agarta himself and landed beside the ruins of Artsul, in the forest he once called home. He was sitting by the tree on the swing he and Sonje played by as children. It had survived the devastation of the battle of Artsul. He drifted in thought whilst he swung gently, evaluating the events of not just that day, but of his whole life. A ship landed in the clearing, he sensed it, but continued to sit on the swing. A towering presence approached and stood behind him.

  “Have you come to kill me?” he asked the being.

  “No,” the Archon responded.

  “How did you find me?” he asked.

  “I’ve known you since you were a boy, Viden persists in you,” the Archon answered.

  “Not anymore, I’ve never felt so alone,” he described, his head buried in his chest. “You killed billions of innocent people!” he exclaimed with disgust.

  “Despite that, it is the girl you mourn,” he responded.

  Viden glared at him intently.

  “Why did you revive that monster?” he snarled, standing to his feet. The Archon began to return to his ship.

  “You can’t win, she won’t allow it!” he cried. The Archon grinned with pleasure at the Knights anguish. He pivoted to face him.

  “Your Earth is dead, she will die by the hands of the Demiurge, and we will gain complete control of all conscious beings, regardless of what you do,” he responded calmly.

  “What am I supposed to do!” he exclaimed, begging the Archon for some wisdom, or task or anything. He stared deep into his soul and entered the craft without response, the Knight fell to his knees broken.

  “What should I do!” he screeched at the craft which flew away.

  The Archon removed his mask whilst he piloted the ship, he breathed deeply, staring despondent in thought through the transparent pane. He’s hurting, for the first time since before. He shouldn’t feel that guilt, but his time in the simulation may have allowed his true self to combat the Demiurge’s manipulation. Enki was different to the other Archons, he maintained a murmur of himself, by design. But that may become an issue, it seemed to be an issue for him now.

  Viden lingered on the ground, broken, defeated and without purpose. Completely alone, again. He had no idea how to proceed.

  Meanwhile, a fleet from Pleiades 1 emerged from hyperspace above Earth, clattering into debris from the battle. Some ships sustained critical damage. The hyperspace exit lane was bombarded by debris.

  “What vile creatures!” the ships commander screamed, unaware of the battle that had previously occurred moments earlier.

  “Commander! Our shields cannot take much more of this barrage, we’ve lost three ships already!” a technician screamed across the room.

  “Turn us around, we are returning to Pleiades,” he commanded, the pilots obeyed the command.

  They returned home, spreading the news of the devastation of Earth, many of the Earth survivors fled to systems such as Sirius and Pleiades. These systems had worlds which tailored specifically for human biology. Many Earth humans visited these systems in their spare time due to the beautiful environments.

  A billion refugees bombarded the Alliance worlds. The worlds struggled to cater for the survivors, but the beings banded together to support one-another in the fight against the Draco.

  Chapter 7

  Many months passed, the Draco had conquered numerous star
systems and were taking over significant amounts of the Milky Way galaxy. The Alliance was losing its strongholds and struggling to maintain order; crime began to spread throughout the core worlds.

  Viden was in a bar, unmasked, drinking a green fluid served by a robot bartender. It was humanoid in appearance, but with a spherical appendage instead of legs allowing it to manoeuvre quickly with increased agility. He had chipped his long-flowing hair into a tight, short-back and sides style doo. A rougher look.

  “Do you want another glass of Gangja Juice?” the robot bartender said. He waved his hand gesturing a ‘no,’ it roamed away to serve another customer. Multiple Smerg men observed him intently; one smashed his hands on the table at which he sat.

  “Are you lost?” the Smerg man snarled. Viden moved his garment revealing his blaster, the man returned to his seat beside a group of friends, still looking menacingly toward Viden. Smergs are a native human-like species to this world in the outer reaches of the galaxy. He exited to find shelter for the night, the group followed. He was walking down the roughed-up street and down an ally when the group cornered him.

  “Humans like you will be the death of us,” one shouted; a grin radiated across Viden face.

  “You’re so right,” he responded derisively. He executed the group relentlessly, before they could deal any damage. He examined the smouldering corpses which whiffed a thick odour, he grunted with distain.

  “Disgusting,” he snarled at the deceased beings before him. He continued his journey to find shelter. He found a hostel in which to house for the night, paying with the currency he stole from the bodies of the Smerg men. He attempted to sleep, but the bed was hard as stone, the place was run-down. Screeches emanated through the night; dangerous animals roamed the area and the place was ridden with crime.

  “I’ve got to get off this rock,” he said to himself.

  The next morning, he awoke from a terrible night’s sleep. After some time sorting himself out, he travelled along the street and toward the edge of the city where his ship was housed in a parking bay.