by David Beers
Well, after his grandson bled out, they could probably put all those rumors to rest.
The rest of the kill squad was made up of Titans. He didn’t recognize any of them, nor did he know any of their callsigns.
A smaller one sat in front of him, her colors a bright blue. Her helmet was retracted, and she had her Whip in her palm.
He could tell she wanted to speak, though orders or propriety was keeping her from doing it.
Alistair leaned back against the train wall. “Got something on your mind, Titan?”
The Titan shot a quick glance at Gracilis to her left. A slight shrug from him, and she turned back. “You were the greatest Titan ever. I heard about you as a child. I saw you march. Why’d you turn to them? You would have gone down as a hero of the Commonwealth for all time. Now you’ll die a Subversive. Why?”
Alistair closed his eyes. His mind was still. “What’s your call sign, Titan?”
“Aletheia.”
Alistair nodded with his eyes still closed. “The god of truth and sincerity. You want the truth, Aletheia, or you want me to give you the line your Ascendant would use?”
She was quiet for a moment. “What would the Imperial Ascendant say?”
Alistair shrugged. “Probably that I was corrupted by power and wealth and wanted to cause destruction for my own purposes. Wanted to burn down the Commonwealth. Sound about right?”
“From where I’m sitting,” the Titan said, “that looks exactly like what you want to do.”
He gave a small smile. “Do I look wealthy and powerful? But I guess you and he are right. I do want to burn the Commonwealth to the ground, then I want to scatter its ashes to the ends of the universe so they can’t be found.” He opened his eyes and leaned forward. She gripped her Whip tighter. “You know why? Because it’s all a lie. Every single bit, Aletheia, and that’s my reason. I decided I couldn’t live with those lies anymore.”
She held his eyes, not glancing away for a moment.
He leaned back against the train and closed his eyes. The Titan said nothing else.
A half-hour passed in silence.
Alistair’s mind wasn’t still. He was hardly on the train but pushing himself to new limits. He didn’t know if he was like the AllMother with how his mind worked or something new like the mutant sitting across from him, but it didn’t matter. He used his gifts, and he moved through the planet as he’d never been able to do while living on it.
As he’d never even tried to.
The train’s slowing jolted him, and his eyes flashed open.
It came to a stop, and everyone stood. Kane rose last. They formed another tunnel for him, letting him walk past, with de Gracilis stepping up to walk by his side. It wasn’t the mutant’s presence that caused the question in his mind, but everything that was to come next.
Luna, he questioned the wife in his mind, can I do this?
She didn’t pause for a second. Allie, you better. He heard the laughter in her voice that he remembered so well as she said, Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been laid? Need you to get home and satisfy these needs, my lover.
Alistair smiled. She might not be here, but his damned mind did a good job of portraying her.
As he was marched through tunnels, he looked straight ahead, letting his mind do the work of his eyes. He was finding it easier now to spread out through the tunnels, caverns, and rooms, his abilities adapting easily to this new command.
De Gracilis was silent next to him, but the mutant’s size let Alistair know he was there. It couldn’t be denied.
Finally they reached an elevator, and Alistair understood they’d arrived. The time was nearly upon him.
Hector spoke as he touched the panel that opened the doors. “Aletheia and I only up here. You all did well, and I’ll make sure your superiors know it.” He turned and nodded at them all. Alistair saw that they looked at the mutant with the respect and awe he’d seen in his own followers after the feats he’d accomplished.
They’d follow him to their deaths, he thought.
Soon they’ll be able to do just that, Prometheus whispered from behind his door.
The elevator rose again, stopping a half-minute later.
It opened, and Alistair saw the Primus in front of him. He stood at the head of a long rock table, and his leadership team remained standing. Alistair knew the man—Jovan, call sign Hephaestus, god of metallurgy and carpentry but used in the current day for weapons. The man was a master with his Whip, which lay on the table in front of him.
“Salve, Hephaestus,” Alistair said.
He was present in the room, but also through kilometers and kilometers of this rock world. He was ready.
Hephaestus didn’t waste time with pleasantries and didn’t bother using the old Odin call sign either. “We know you’re not alone, Alistair. Tell us where the rest of your team is, and I promise everyone you brought beneath ground safe passage to Earth. Whatever you wanted to do, you have to know it’s impossible. Don’t make us kill you.”
de Gracilis moved to Alistair’s left, facing him. The light blue Titan went to his right. No one was behind him, which was a good thing.
Alistair shrugged. “I’m alone. Here to negotiate terms of surrender.”
Hephaestus raised an eyebrow. “Then why go to the other side of the planet? Why not just call it in? I’m not a fool, Alistair.”
Alistair was using this time to make sure his mental grip was firm. “If I’d dropped down here, I’d probably be dead. If I did anything up there, I’d risk my fleet before the terms were established. You might think it’s stupid, but I’m here alive, as are my people above. It worked.”
Hephaestus touched his Whip with his right hand, clearly trusting none of this. “And what terms do you think you can negotiate?”
Prometheus came forward, Alistair giving up control. See it and die, he whispered the last of his war mantra. “Complete and total surrender of the Commonwealth. You leave this planet, your fleet disbands, and the Imperial Ascendant steps down from his throne. If you give me that, I’ll let some of you live.”
Hephaestus smiled. Others at the table laughed or shook their heads.
Prometheus’ mind flexed.
Quicker than someone could blink, his Whip flew from de Gracilis’ belt, landing in his right hand and unfurling.
Air defenses boomed loud enough to shake the room. One after another, missiles, plasma, and lasers shot from the planet’s surface, racing through the fiery atmosphere to target the ships just within range.
The sound of laser defense systems could be heard beneath them, cutting down Titan and Martian alike.
Prometheus was on the table and moving before Whips could be activated. He cut down four Titans in mere seconds, finding Hephaestus on the other side and impaling him through his chest.
The room shook as his mind continued to put pressure on the rock around him—the booming sound of weapons outside only increased. The ground beneath his feet rumbled.
He danced off the table as a Whip unfurled to take his leg off at the knee. He split the attacker's head open as he landed on the floor.
De Gracilis slowly took his sabers out and set them afire.
Pro continued his one-man army, moving through the Titans he’d trained like a boat through calm water, ending their lives with little to no resistance.
He saw de Gracilis grab the light blue Titan’s suit, and he pushed her behind him.
There’d been eight Titans in the room. Six were dead. One was on the other side of the table trying to figure out what to do next, and the other was behind the mutant.
“Stand back,” de Gracilis said as he stepped forward.
Now it’s time, Prometheus thought.
A rock fell to his right, crumbling from the shaking infrastructure. He paid it no mind but kept his mental grip firmly on the weapons outside. Relm would be doing his part now if he still lived.
Pro stepped back onto the table, his Whip at the ready.
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br /> The mutant followed him on the other side, sabers at his side.
He’d fought the Ice Queen without using his mind, but he’d never fought like this, split between controlling a planet and physically fighting. Alistair might have thought of such things.
Prometheus didn’t. He went forward, bringing fire with him. Not to save…
But to burn.
The Written History of the Great Insurrection
I can’t tell you what it was like for Relm, Prometheus, or anyone else.
I can only tell you what I saw from the dreadnought. My leader—my brother—had told me to be ready. That we’d know when to act.
I stood on the bridge next to Faitrin, thinking there’d be no sign. I stood, believing it was over since so much time had passed and we’d heard nothing.
Then the blaze started. I can think of no other way to put it. Across the planet, weapons launched through the fire, heading for the fleet that held sway over everything.
Pro had seen the truth, even if no one else had. The Commonwealth had moved just beyond the fiery atmosphere, within a half kilometer or so. I later learned why they’d done it: they had been trying to cut down the time required to deliver their soldiers to the war against the Terram. The underground men and women had fought so fiercely that the Commonwealth wanted every second they could get.
After the planet was claimed, they’d remained.
Why not? No one would be firing.
Until Prometheus had shown up.
The barrage spread across the planet, hitting ships of all sizes. They started to fall into the fiery atmosphere almost immediately.
We knew what to do.
The war for Phoenix had begun.
A thousand years after a young woman had left Earth, the first true challenge to the empire had arrived.
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Author Notes - David Beers
Written September 1, 2021
When Michael and I were outlining this series, we wrote it in three arcs. The first arc was Alistair becoming a warlord, the second was him building his army, and the final arc was him returning home.
If you’ve made it this far, you’ve reached the end of the second arc, and for that, I am thankful (as is Michael).
As a writer, I truly enjoyed creating the first two arcs, but in comparison to the final three books? Well…to put it in kid-lingo, the first two were like Easter, and the final was Christmas.
The first six books in this series really let you dig in and get to know the characters on a personal level. You understand them as if they live in the same house with you, and that’s all necessary for a story to have a fantastic payoff.
The last three books? Get ready for an action-filled roller coaster, in which you’re watching the people you love, hate, and those you love to hate, all try to fulfill the desires you’ve come to know so well.
I’m was excited to write the last arc, and I might be even more excited you’re about to read it.
Also, and this is important: someone told Mike about this being a love story. It might’ve been Steve – who knows… Whatever you do, do not tell him about the ending to book six. He’ll kill me.
Book 7 is right around the corner. Ave, reader.
All the best,
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Author Notes - Michael Anderle
Written September 1, 2021
Thank you for not only reading this book but this entire series so far and these author notes as well.
So, I don't have David's author notes yet, so I can't respond to them.
He's LATE! Or I'm early writing my author notes. But I doubt that.
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