by NB VanYoos
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Although the Admiral had been to the Palace many times, the memories of it didn’t ease Tyler’s anxiety. He desperately wanted a drink but was glad he was sober for the meeting. Dutifully, he wore the small device Nayllen had provided. He had almost left it behind but remembered it at the last moment. Nayllen failed to tell him what it was for, but he wore it anyway. He only hoped it passed the security screening.
It, and he, both passed through security without a glitch. The Admiral held no memories of security checks so invasive for someone of his position. He assumed they were new precautions due to the secrecy surrounding their new offensive. Regardless, he was extremely nervous when placed in the scanner.
The scanner only detected his personal communication device and not the device Nayllen provided. Chalk one up for Nayllen!
As Tyler was escorted by three Palace guards, he noticed not much had changed in that part of the Palace. It was still elegantly decorated and adorned with some of the finest art of Poolto. Tyler admired many of the pieces, especially one scenic painting that looked like the Tooland Estate Winery. It made Tyler think about Toosia and settling down. If he survived, they would move to Tooland and raise a family. If I survive.
Adanni had remained eerily quiet up to that point. He hadn’t even visited Tyler’s dreams. Tyler assumed his lack of real sleep didn’t provide the opportunity. Still, he had tried to engage the alien several times but was quickly put off. The last thing Adanni had said was ‘If I am needed, I will speak’. Tyler wasn’t certain but he almost sensed fear.
They moved out of the public areas and down several levels to more private floors. He had two guards leading with one following behind. It made Tyler feel like a condemned man on the way to the gallows. He hoped his nerves weren’t as visible as they felt.
Finally, they came to the end of a long corridor barren of décor. The two guards stopped and stood at either side of the simple door. The Admiral had no memories of this area, and it fed into his fears. One of the guards opened the door and nodded for Tyler to enter. Tyler braced himself before walking into the room.
Despite the bland corridor, the room was large and grand. He noted a large dais with what could only be called a throne to his left. To his right was a series of tiered seating that looked similar to jury seats in a courtroom. Dominating the center of the back wall was a large view screen dwarfing everything else. Tyler figured it was at least thirty feet tall and just as wide.
The ceiling soared a hundred feet overhead decorated in gold trim and intricately carved figures. Tyler didn’t recognize the various scenes they depicted, though it made him think of the Governor’s office on Siirneen. However, this room was square and twice the size. He expected to see the Emperor on the throne, but it was empty.
In fact, Tyler was the only person in the room. He was a little surprised but took one of the comfortable seats facing the viewer. His anxiety churned, and being alone made it grow exponentially. The Admiral’s memories of taking over the Command Codes did not match the situation he currently found himself in. Calm down! Things change over so many years. He was not reassured.
He nearly jumped at the sound of a door opening to his right. Several attendants entered followed closely by Admiral Teesen. Tyler rose from his seat and nodded to his compatriot. He noted Teesen looked somber despite getting what he’d always desired. Admiral Teesen moved to a chair near Tyler and remained standing. Tyler followed suit as the attendants placed small devices next to each chair. Tyler recognized them as the command code transfer devices.
After placing a device near the empty seat across from Tyler, the attendants stood behind each chair waiting. Finally, a new attendant entered the room to announce the Emperor.
“Supreme Commander of Poolto Forces and Admiral Osloo, please honor our beloved and great leader, Emperor Hallen Yooso IV.” With that he bowed deeply as the Emperor made his way into the room.
The Emperor wasted no time taking his seat across from Tyler. Tyler and Admiral Teesen took theirs in turn, Tyler waiting last as demanded by rank.
The Emperor jumped right into it. “Perhaps before we get started, we should transfer the Codes.” He signaled the devices next to each of their seats.
Tyler was confused. Before they get started? He had thought the entire reason for the meeting was the transfer. Did they expect him to report on the Commission’s progress? He was not prepared to do that. The commission hadn’t even finished the report.
Tyler leaned forward. “I’m sorry, sir, did you say before we get started?”
“Indeed,” the Emperor replied cryptically, “just take the device next to you and we can begin.”
Tyler watched Admiral Teesen and the Emperor pick up their devices. What was he to do? He had assumed a more elaborate ceremony before handing the Codes over. In the past, each member had taken pledges and verified their identity before beginning the transfer. How could they bypass that process? Tyler was confused and felt a little fear. He’d not been prepared to act so quickly. Nayllen had said he would receive a signal that would indicate the peace ship’s readiness. However, he hadn’t said what the signal would be.
He had no choice, he had to divert suspicion and follow along. At least Regent Sneerd was not present. He picked up his device and waited.
“Good,” the Emperor said as he fiddled with some controls on his device, “I believe we each stick a finger into the hole on the left side of the device and then press the large button on the top. That will verify our identities so we can proceed.”
They each placed their fingers into the small holes and pressed the button. Tyler felt something warm against the tip of his finger followed by a tiny prick. It was not painful, just unexpected. Instantly after the prick, Tyler felt a cooling sensation sweep over his entire finger. Suddenly, a blue light lit next to the button. It took only a few moments before each of them had blue lights displayed. Tyler was relieved to see his matched theirs.
“Excellent, we are who we say we are. Now, we each will be given a statement on the small viewer on the backside of the device. Please read the statements carefully before pressing the large button to confirm your acceptance.”
Again, Tyler followed suit as each flipped their device over to read the display. Although the screen was small, Tyler easily read the text. The statements matched the pledges in the Admiral’s memories. Apparently the process was automated to make it more efficient. Just what Tyler didn’t need, efficiency.
He quickly read the statements before turning over the device and pressing the large button. Like before, the device displayed a blue light.
Damn! Tyler thought, they were nearly to the transfer. There was still no signal from the peace ship. Once he turned over the Codes, Teesen would change them or use them to re-enable the fleet after they were disabled. Tyler was running out of time and didn’t know how to stall.
“Fine,” the Emperor’s light glowed blue, “Admiral Osloo, please enter your Codes into the device using the viewer on the backside. I’ll enter the Imperial transfer Codes, and at that point, Admiral Teesen will receive the Command Codes on his device. He will then memorize these Codes before ending this part of the meeting.”
There it was again, a reference to there being more to the meeting than the transfer. Tyler had no choice but to comply. Nothing he could do at that point would stall the proceedings without raising suspicions. He hoped the peace ship, or Nayllen, was watching. Otherwise, the Codes would soon be Admiral Teesen’s. Protocol dictated he had to immediately change them, although that would take time to propagate to the fleet.
Tyler flipped over his device and entered the Command Codes. He entered them as slowly as he could, thinking something would happen to stall it at any moment. Nothing. The Emperor had already entered his own Codes and sat waiting, a blue light displayed on his device.
Tyler could no longer stall and completed the long sequence before flipping the device over and pressing the button. It took a moment bef
ore his device displayed a blue light. Just as quickly, a blue light lit on Admiral Teesen’s device. On that signal, Admiral Teesen flipped his device and began memorizing the Codes. If the Admiral’s memory held true, Admiral Teesen had about three minutes to memorize the Codes before they were erased. So far, it had all followed the Admiral’s memories except in the past they had used only one device.
Finally, the blue lights went out on all three devices as the process completed. The peace ship was too late. Tyler still held the device, fear paralyzing him. How would he proceed? The device vibrated gently in his hands as the self-destruct mechanism destroyed the circuitry inside. He placed it back on the table as despair swept through him. He’d let down his family, and now they might pay the ultimate price.
How could he have known it would happen so fast? What could he have done? Surely, Nayllen knew what was happening, how could they blame him for the failure? Where were they? Where was the signal?
Admiral Teesen got up from his chair and moved to the console beneath the large viewer. Tyler knew Teesen was preparing to change the Codes, and there was nothing he could do about it.
The Emperor, looking satisfied, put down his device and signaled to an attendant. At his signal, the attendant walked over to the door on the right and opened it. Tyler watched several people enter and take seats in the tiers. It looked like a jury returning from recess.
At the same time, the main entrance opened behind Tyler and he watched as a line of guards took up positions along the interior wall, blocking the entrance and looking menacing. Tyler was extremely nervous. This wasn’t part of the ceremony. What was going on?
He looked to the Emperor who ignored him. He looked to Admiral Teesen, but he also ignored the changes as he changed the Command Codes. Tyler’s anxiety was rising, though he tried to appear normal.
He stared at the rows of people filling the tiered seats but didn’t recognize one of them. Since none wore rank or uniforms, he assumed they were civilians or part of the Imperial staff. Was this a new part of the ceremony? He didn’t think so.
Admiral Teesen finished changing the Codes and returned to his seat. As if in a parade, signals to waiting people were sent through the door. Tyler watched in horror as more people entered the room and took seats behind the Emperor’s.
First in line was Regent Sneerd who did not take a seat but signaled to those behind him to take one. Behind the Regent was Marshall Sliss, followed closely by Eyleeria. Neither made eye contact with Tyler, and he immediately knew nothing good was about to happen.
The last one to enter was none other than Nayllen Hooss, looking smug and content as usual. He took his seat and the Emperor stared coldly into Tyler’s eyes.
“Admiral,” he began, “you are probably wondering what is going on and why I have ordered these people to appear before us.”
Tyler nodded.
The Emperor, satisfied with the gesture, continued.
“Very well, I will tell you. We have grave concerns over your behavior recently. In fact, we believe you to be involved in a vast conspiracy to overthrow this very government. In essence, to betray this planet to our enemy.”
Tyler was stunned. He’d never expected this, and he had no idea how to react.
He remained emotionless. “I see, and what proof do you have of this charge?”
“A great deal actually. Today, we are here to understand the charges against you and to analyze the evidence before you are formally charged. The people in the stands consist of civilians randomly chosen to evaluate the evidence against you and to determine if charges are appropriate.” The Emperor swept his hands toward the waiting jury.
Tyler followed the Emperors hand and surveyed the jury once more. Some held looks of disbelief while others stared back menacingly. The Admiral was a National Hero, and those that were shocked must have been disturbed by what they were hearing. At least his reputation would hold some sway. He tried desperately to think of what evidence they could have to charge him but couldn’t think of anything directly. Still, with Nayllen there, anything was possible. Had everything fallen apart and Nayllen was betraying him to save himself?
“And these people to my left?” Tyler asked waving a hand at Nayllen, the Marshall, and Eyleeria.
The Emperor gazed at them before responding. “These are your accusers here to give evidence.”
Great. He could understand why Eyleeria was there, she obviously wanted revenge because he had rejected her. But the Marshall and Nayllen? Nayllen was part of the conspiracy, how could he give evidence? Tyler thought about his family and Nayllen’s hold on them. Maybe that was it. They would be hostages to prevent Tyler from implicating Nayllen. Perfect, he was all alone.
He looked at the Marshall who wouldn’t meet his eyes. The Marshall knew about Nayllen, so how could he sit with him now as an accuser? It didn’t make sense. What evidence were they going to present? How could Tyler defend it?
As if reading his mind, the Emperor spoke. “You will not be able to defend against anything you hear today. You may only listen until charges are brought against you and you have your day in court.”
So, that was it, he was defenseless against his accusers. The Emperor signaled to an official attendant who stepped forward, standing in front of the jury.
“Ladies and gentlemen, we are here to bear witness to accusations and evidence against Admiral Osloo to determine if the heinous charges against him are warranted. I realize this may be upsetting, especially in light of his position as our hero. It is unfortunate and yet prophetic that his father betrayed our world.”
That stung, and Tyler began to realize how this had all been set up—perhaps long ago. He waited to hear the testimony. He was curious to see what evidence they had to determine how he was betrayed.
Eyleeria was the first to be questioned. Tyler had no idea how she could have evidence that would constitute treason. She answered basic questions about how long she had worked for Admiral Osloo and what their relationship had been. Tyler hated the looks on the faces of the jury when she revealed she’d had a romantic relationship with the Admiral for many years. So much for his moral reputation.
The next question caught Tyler off-guard. Perhaps he hadn’t heard right? The interrogator had asked how long she’d been employed by the Imperial Intelligence branch. Tyler couldn’t believe it. She answered calmly that she’d been recruited while attending the military academy.
She was a spy! The thought cut deep. Admiral Osloo had been under surveillance for most of his career. Not only that, it had been from his lover. He felt totally doomed.
She recounted the accident that had placed Tyler in the coma. She also mentioned how he had significantly changed after regaining consciousness. He had spurned her advances, gone back with his wife, and regularly made religious comments. Tyler moaned as he thought about to his minor indiscretions. He’d hoped it would not come back to haunt him, but now it was used to cast greater doubt and suspicion.
Still, she had said nothing that constituted treason. He waited as the interrogator asked new questions.
“So, Miss Snillen, what evidence do you have as proof of the Admiral’s treason?”
She nodded to an attendant who went to the console underneath the main viewer. The viewer came alive and after some fiddling, a picture filled with static began to take shape. Tyler watched in horror as the viewer displayed him with the Governor, the Admiral’s father and Commandant Kulg. The picture was fuzzy and inaudible, but it was easy to make out everyone in the room. Tyler noted Nayllen’s picture had somehow been conveniently removed from the scene. The seat where Nayllen had sat was vacant.
Eyleeria looked extremely proud of herself. “This was taken on a recent trip to Siirneen for meetings with field commanders. At that time, I had reasonable doubts about the trip and, therefore, placed a device on the Admiral to collect additional intelligence. The device was cleared through the proper channels, of course.”
Of course, Tyler thought, probably
at the Emperor or Sneerd’s request. The Admiral and Tyler had been so naïve, how had the Admiral lasted so long?
Easy, he hadn’t been a threat before.
Adanni’s impromptu comment was cold comfort.
“As you can see, the Admiral and Governor Niis met with the Commander of the Third Fleet of the Krildon Republic Navy, Commandant Kulg. Even more shocking, the Admiral’s own father, a branded traitor of Poolto, was alive and present.” She cast Tyler a malevolent look as she said this. “Although we were unable to capture the audio portion of this meeting, we can only assume meeting a known traitor and one of the highest ranking military officials of our enemy was not a social visit.”
The jury stared at the viewer incredulous. As far as they knew, the Admiral’s father was dead. The fact that he was not fed their worst fears. Some cast furtive glances at Tyler, but none looked sympathetic. He began to understand why they’d believed he would not survive the conspiracy.
But what had happened to the conspiracy? Where was the peace ship? Had everything failed? Was the peace ship a ruse? Was everything designed to discredit him and brand him a traitor like the Admiral’s father? Why? He had turned over the Codes and relinquished command, what more could they want? Did the disgrace and fall of the National Hero really serve their purposes? How would the war effort continue without a rallying figure? He could not see the pattern, and sat lonely and confused.
He realized no peace ship was on its way, and no signal would be sent. Like Tyler, Nayllen had probably betrayed them all to gain political clout. Perhaps it was one big charade, designed by Nayllen to promote himself and his goals. Tyler didn’t know what those were, but considering evidence had been tampered with, Nayllen clearly had the backing of the Emperor.
Power, was that what all this was about? Tyler thought about Toosia and her parents, would they survive? If they did, would they survive the disgrace? It was certain Toosia’s father would be removed from the Council. He might also be implicated, especially if he had really trusted Nayllen. Or maybe that was it! Perhaps he had brokered a deal with Nayllen to protect his family when this all unraveled. Tyler no longer knew who he could trust.
He even began imagining Toosia was part of the betrayal. She and the Admiral were disillusioned for so long. Maybe she had fallen out of love with him during all those years. The Admiral’s affair would have been enough for her to throw aside spousal loyalty. Did he really believe that making love to her twice and getting her pregnant was enough to overcome the years of abuse and humiliation she had suffered? Perhaps she, too, longed for this day—revenge at last!
He’d been betrayed by everyone he’d known. It was fitting, the betrayer betrayed. Tyler had known deep down that he was out of his league from the outset. Only now did he see how naive and unprepared he truly was. He didn’t have the experience and inherent distrust to recognize the webs that were woven around him. His own arrogance was his downfall. He should have listened to Adanni a long time ago and stopped playing with the big boys.
He thought about Adanni and his unusual silence. If ever he needed him, now was time.
And what would you have me say? Adanni asked coldly. I told you this would happen.
That’s it? Tyler exclaimed incredulous. Just an ‘I told you so’?
Yes. Was the only reply.
Adanni’s lack of participation made Tyler mad. His anger grew to embrace everything that had happened to him since that fateful accident in the park so long ago and so far away. This was the fabulous life he was to experience? This was his destiny? To screw up everything and destroy all he had tried to save?
He swore at Thosolan, at Adanni, and the Universe that had let him live. He’d been doomed from the moment he took over as the Admiral.
The sound of Marshall Sliss brought Tyler back to the proceedings. The Marshall, with clear pain in his voice, recounted the strange events and behaviors since the Admiral had come out of his coma. It was plain to see the Marshall was alienated by the new Admiral and had finally taken action against him. Tyler had known the Marshall would be the hardest one to fool. Apparently, he had not.
Tyler was touched by the fact that the Marshall was cushioning everything he said with an implied excuse that the Admiral’s actions were a direct result of his injuries. His contention, despite the interrogators admonishments, was that the Admiral had suffered extraordinary battle fatigue and could no longer make sound decisions. He recounted battle after battle, painting a sympathetic picture of a great man who had finally succumbed to his own wartime successes.
Tyler watched some in the jury look sympathetic, and others doubtful. Finally, the interrogator pushed to the part that was likely responsible for the Marshall’s cave in, the health record information Tyler had requested. According to the interrogator, the query for such information was intercepted immediately and a full investigation started. Once it was traced to the Marshall, he was confronted and confessed.
Tyler didn’t blame the Marshall. Tyler had never confided in him and had let his suspicions run wild. It was only a matter of time, and maybe a part of the Marshall wanted to get caught. Maybe he had wanted to be confronted so that he could tell someone about his beloved Admiral who had flipped his wig. Tyler felt sorry for the Marshall. He only hoped he would be spared similar charges for his testimony. He deserved to retire with honor.
When asked why the Admiral had wanted the health records, the Marshall responded with what he knew. He told the jury the Admiral had wanted to use the records against those persons, but the Marshall admitted he didn’t know how. The interrogator seized on that to suggest the Admiral was looking for susceptibilities to exploit for assassinations.
The Marshall was shocked by the suggestion, but Tyler noted several jury members shot questioning and unsympathetic looks his way. Considering everything they had heard, it made logical sense to jump to that conclusion. If you believed the individual was plotting to overthrow the government, then assassination was a well known tool to reach that goal. Tyler heard another nail pounded into his coffin.
The Marshall fought valiantly against the accusations, but finally, conceded such a conclusion was in the realm of possibility. With that final admission, the Marshall looked beaten and old. No longer the crisp, efficient, military manager, he was now a shell of a man years beyond his former glory.
The unfairness fed Tyler’s anger. This man had been loyal and faithful to his planet, serving in untold campaigns alongside many great leaders other than the Admiral. He was a legend in his own right, and more decorated than most of the current active personnel. Only the Admiral held more honors.
The Marshall deserved more than this, but Tyler had let him down. It was Tyler’s fault this man was shamed, and forced to betray his commander. Tyler had caused the admission to collusion in a scheme that was tantamount to treason.
Tyler directed his anger inward. He had betrayed the one man who had served the Admiral faithfully. He now feared for Officer Slaas, a capable officer who might now be caught in the web of treason, another victim of Tyler’s ineptitude. She would be forced to resign, or worse, charged with treason, or at least unknowingly aiding a traitor. Either way, Tyler feared she would be implicated. If they had caught the Marshall, she didn’t have a chance.
Each of the Admiral’s staff was at risk. It didn’t matter if they knew directly or not, no one would trust them again. They would be forced out or given assignments that placed them in peril. The vast sweep of the consequences boggled his mind. How had he caused so much damage in so little time?
Even the Admiral’s family, if they survived Nayllen, were in danger of treason. It stood to reason that if Toosia’s newfound marriage with her husband just happened to coincide with his betrayal, then she could be just as culpable. She’d even traveled to Siirneen where he’d met his co-conspirators. If she hadn’t wanted revenge, she would now.
What a fool I was! I even helped them trap me.
Tyler watched Marshall Sliss make his way
back from the stand. He was a fallen man and didn’t glance at Tyler. The man’s face was an image of despair as he was seized by guilt.
“I call to question Mr. Nayllen Hooss.” The interrogator announced loudly.
Tyler watched Nayllen take the stand but caught the Marshall sending an evil look his way. Obviously the Marshall knew Nayllen was involved but was unable to say anything. It wouldn’t save Tyler, but it certainly would have brought a level of fairness to the proceedings. Tyler listened to Nayllen’s testimony intently.
Nayllen recounted his meeting with the Admiral at The Grand Anoor Casino, but his version was skewed and inaccurate. According to his testimony, the Admiral had approached him to recruit him in the conspiracy. His well known connections with the Palace would have fit perfectly into the conspirator’s plans.
Tyler fumed as lies poured from the man’s mouth. How could Tyler have thought he was anything but a double-faced back-stabber? Would it have changed things? Nayllen had held all the cards from the beginning. Shuffling, dealing, and playing a game that Tyler didn’t even know. Nayllen had warned Tyler at the outset that he was outgunned and would suffer. It was true, Tyler would suffer.
As a concerned citizen, Nayllen had naturally turned over the treacherous information to the Palace and worked diligently to assist in the investigation. Tyler wanted to hit the man—beating him to a pulp. He had been set up good and hadn’t seen it coming. But why? Nayllen’s motivations remained mysterious.
Tyler listened calmly to lie after lie. Based on his testimony, he was the one who sounded like a National Hero. If Tyler had any chance before, it was gone. The jury would have no choice but to rule the charges were warranted. After that, it became a public trial. Tyler didn’t relish the prospects of a trial. The Admiral’s reputation—gone. The lives of his family and friends—gone. Everything destroyed by his own innocence.
He yearned for a drink, something to take away the pain of guilt, to submerge himself in a self loathing numbness.
That’s it, the chilling realization came to him, I can end it all ... kill myself and save everyone the embarrassment of a public trial.
Sure, and then they’d go after everyone else with vigor. He had no illusions this would be used for propaganda, a way to garner support for the Palace’s agenda, whatever that was. Tyler thought about the Regent and looked at the dark man. How much of this was because of him? Was it due to an Onyalum that possessed him? Tyler tried to peer through his cold exterior to find the alien within. He saw nothing to indicate one existed.
Nayllen finished his testimony and returned to his seat, a smug smile on his face. The interrogator released the jury to deliberate their decision, a decision Tyler already knew: guilty.
The jury filed from the room as the Emperor shot Tyler a cold and penetrating stare. Even Admiral Teesen appeared disconcerted by the accusations leveled at his former commander. Tyler remained emotionless and unmoving. At least he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of watching him cower and hide from the truth. He’d stand tall and defend the honor of the Admiral as best he could.
Hah! Adanni scoffed, you’ve done a fine job of it so far!
Tyler ignored the jibe. The Emperor rose and released the Marshall and Eyleeria. He even signaled Teesen out, although Teesen appeared shocked to be excluded. Regardless, Teesen followed everyone else from the room. After they’d gone, the Emperor signaled his guards out. Finally, the Emperor turned to Tyler as Nayllen and Regent Sneerd watched with curiosity.
“Well, Admiral,” he said in a condescending tone, “it looks like you’ve put yourself in a fine position.” He stole glances at Sneerd and Nayllen. “The infamous tactician, outmaneuvered by a civilian.” He sat down folding his hands together. He looked far too smug, an unusual show of emotion. “You are free to defend yourself now, we are not on record. What do you say—traitor?” He spat the word at Tyler.
Tyler wasn’t sure how to respond, he hadn’t expected any of this, least of all a private conversation with the Emperor. He glanced at Sneerd and Nayllen, well almost private. He figured they would hear the accusations, reach the inevitable decision, and place him in custody. What could he say? Not-guilty? That was a joke—clearly Nayllen had the upper hand.
He looked at each in turn. They stared back cold, only Nayllen had a slight smile on his face. Tyler pictured his face bloodied and disfigured, but it didn’t help. What did he want to say in his defense? Accuse Nayllen? Plead insanity? Nothing sounded plausible, so he said the only thing that came to mind.
“I believe your Regent is possessed by an alien entity.”
Tyler regretted it the moment he said it. Both the Regent and Nayllen looked dumbfounded. Only the Emperor remained calm, an upraised eyebrow the only indication he’d heard Tyler.
The Regent, looking confused, glanced back and forth between Tyler and the Emperor, not certain how to respond or whether he should. Tyler didn’t see fear on the Regent’s face, but there was definitely confusion. Tyler didn’t know how to take that. Maybe he wasn’t possessed? Then again, if the Onyalum was inside for years, his reactions would be well rehearsed and second nature. There was no way Tyler could tell.
The Emperor, staying cool, signaled Nayllen to leave. Nayllen was shocked, but left as ordered. Tyler was certain he could rule out Nayllen as the Onyalum, but the Regent? Tyler had played his one card, but wasn’t sure how to finish the hand. How could he prove it? He couldn’t.
As Nayllen left, the Regent moved into the seat where Teesen had sat. His look turned cold, a blank slate upon which Tyler could read nothing. He and the Emperor stole glances with each other, until finally the Emperor stood up and walked back to the console under the large viewer.
“I had my suspicions about you, Admiral, from the very first day I met with you after your failed offensive.” Tyler didn’t like the way he emphasized the word failed. “I sensed you had changed, perhaps for the better, but then, perhaps for the worse.”
The Emperor played with some of the controls while he continued. “We have never been allies, you and I, but neither were we adversaries. I kept an eye on you, and you, through the Marshall, tried to keep an eye on me.”
Tyler wasn’t certain where this was heading. It seemed an odd response to the accusation he had just leveled at the Regent. Tyler glanced at the Regent, but the man was staring at the Emperor, waiting.
“I never suspected this treachery, and even when it was brought to my attention, I was confused by the lack of motive? Your distrust of the Palace could not have been sufficient reason to warrant treason. A decorated officer, the Supreme Commander, a man whose feats are only equaled by his integrity. Why would this man choose to abandon his ethics and his world?”
The large viewer sprang to life, and the Emperor grabbed a remote before returning to his seat.
“I knew your father wasn’t really a traitor, but at the time, it served my purposes. I suppose in some way you posed a threat in the beginning, so I made sure you understood no one was above my law.”
Tyler was amazed he was hearing these admissions from the Emperor. He had no reason to share such things, why now?
The Emperor continued reminiscing. “I felt secure, and you went on to be a great leader of warriors. You served my purpose well. I did not always agree with your battle decisions, but I was bright enough to understand when your tactical prowess was greater than my own, so I let you have free reign—within reason.” He paused in thought. “It had always been a fine arrangement, until that last offensive. Shortly after your recovery, you seemed eager to turn against me, eager to carry out your own agenda, regardless of what the Palace wanted … or what I wanted.”
Tyler sensed anger in the Emperor. He wondered where it was heading. Perhaps the Emperor would kill him now and bypass the lengthy trial and public incrimination. That suited Tyler fine, he no longer cared about himself, only those who had served the Admiral.
The Emperor pushed a button on the remote before tossing it to Tyler. “The
re, this is what you were seeking, have a look.”
Tyler watched as the display listed a series of files Tyler recognized as the Emperor’s medical records. He wasn’t sure what to do. What was the Emperor angling at? Did he understand what Tyler had wanted to know? It seemed unlikely. Then again, Tyler had nothing to lose, so he took the remote and began scanning the medical records.
“You see, when you requested the medical records, I was initially puzzled. Why would you want those, surely they could not provide you with anything valuable? Oh, yes, the interrogator seized on it with accusations of assassination. A cheap and paltry trick simply designed to slander your character. We knew it was not the case. You are neither capable of, nor experienced in the art of assassination. We know since we are practiced in it.”
Tyler assumed he was referring to the Regent when he said we. He scanned the records, looking for something during the Emperor’s childhood. What if he found it? Then what? Accuse the Emperor? That didn’t seem plausible. But what if he could rule him out? Maybe then, he could turn the Emperor on the Regent, but he had no proof.
Careful Tyler, something is wrong. I do not believe it is as it seems.
Tyler ignored Adanni’s warning, nothing mattered anymore. There, he found something, a record of a hospitalization when the Emperor was only eight. He opened the file and read through it while the Emperor talked in the background.
“… only then did it dawn on me that you were not as you seemed. The pieces fell into place and the pattern revealed itself. We felt almost stupid when we realized what was going on. How could we have been so blind …”
Tyler had it. The Emperor had been hospitalized for poison. He’d suffered an assassination attempt at the age of eight. His own sister had done it, but she’d been dealt with silently by their father, the Emperor at that time. Apparently blood was not thick in this family.
He read more details, and found what he’d feared most, the Emperor had died from the poisoning, but had miraculously recovered, though not from any medical assistance. The poison was known to be a hundred percent fatal. That meant…
“… and so we came to the only logical conclusion, Admiral, you are the one possessed by an alien entity.”
Had Tyler heard him right? They were accusing him of possession? How … wait a moment it was beginning to make sense.
“You are both Onyalum!” Tyler exclaimed, certain he was right. How else could they suspect him? How else could they know why he wanted the medical records? Unless of course, they were both possessed!
The Emperor and the Regent exchanged brief smiles before staring back at Tyler.
“Very good, Admiral, or should I call you by another name?” The Emperor sat back in his chair, leveling an inquisitive look at Tyler. “My real name is Creedan, but please, continue to call me the Emperor.” A malicious smile formed on his face.
The Regent spoke. “I am Goyar, but call me Regent Sneerd—I truly prefer that name.”
Tyler was stunned, two Onyalum on the same planet, both in the highest ranking positions, and working together. Thosolan had told him they were isolated loners who took their own pleasures. He never realized they might work together.
It is not unheard of. Adanni confirmed.
“My name is Tyler.” He said flatly.
“Tyler,” the Emperor pondered the name, “it does not sound like an Onyalum name. Is it some previous being you have possessed?”
Tyler was cautious. He wasn’t certain what they were capable of.
“No, it is my name.” At least that was the truth.
The Emperor looked as though he didn’t believe him, but seemed willing to let it pass.
“Very well, Tyler, we will refer to you as the Admiral.” The Emperor looked satisfied. “What shall we three Onyalum do?”
Tyler didn’t think he had any leverage, even being Onyalum, yet he was willing to try.
“Share the power?” he suggested.
“Hmmm,” the Emperor considered, “I think not, Admiral, your treason has made me far too wary. Understand, it is not anything I myself would not have done, but being Onyalum, I know not to trust them.”
“Yet you trust Goyar?” Tyler accused. “I mean Regent Sneerd.” He quickly corrected.
The Emperor exchanged a smile with the Regent. “Yes, we have been together for millennia,” he said quietly, “we are like … brothers.”
Perfect, that was all Tyler needed, two Onyalum that were like brothers.
“I don’t care about myself, do as you will, but my wife and my child, please let them live.” Tyler pleaded, hoping he could at least save them.
“Your wife and child?” The Emperor sounded amazed. “They are of no concern to me. Nayllen however …”
Nayllen was dangerous, and the Emperor obviously had his own doubts about the man..
“I suppose Nayllen does not know your true identities?” Tyler pressed.
“Of course not.” The Emperor conceded.
“Surely, you are able to control him?” Tyler tried to help his family.
“Well,” the Emperor began, “we can control him a little. He is very powerful and has more resources at his command than even we do.”
The admission confirmed what Tyler had seen Nayllen demonstrate. He thought back to that early meeting with Nayllen and wondered how much power he really held. What was his game? Tyler still couldn’t see it. He had power and control over much of the current government. He profited handsomely from the war, so what was missing that he needed to possess?
“Then, you must know his complicity in the conspiracy with my father?” Tyler put it out there with nothing left to lose. He noticed both of them showed a look of surprise.
The Emperor immediately responded. “Nayllen Hooss has been involved in this conspiracy?”
“Yes,” Tyler confirmed, “he was the one who recruited me, despite the testimony he gave today.”
The Emperor absorbed his words and glanced questioningly at the Regent. Tyler couldn’t believe it, they, too, had been victims of Nayllen. Then, what was real? What game were they all unknowingly players in?
As if in answer to that question, alarms rang throughout the room. Tyler watched the viewer as it changed from the Emperor’s health records to a series of defense system screens. Using the Admiral’s memories of the systems, Tyler saw they had detected an enemy intrusion in Poolto controlled space. The display showed twenty-five Krildon ships, shown in red, traveling in battle formation. Was this the peace ship? It looked more like an invasion.
“What treachery is this?” The Emperor exclaimed as he leveled an accusatory look at Tyler.
“I don’t know.” Tyler lied. But then, he wasn’t sure he was lying. This had not been part of the plan.
“Regent,” the Emperor commanded, “get Teesen on the phone and mobilize our fleet.” Tyler noted a real sound of concern in the Emperor’s voice. Over the concern a layer of anger rose to the surface.
The Regent moved to the console, but stopped short as the viewer changed in response to the grim reality of the situation. All of the green ships, the Poolto fleet, turned yellow. It was a clear sign they were being systematically disabled. Somehow, the Command Codes Tyler had given Kulg worked. The invasion fleet was disabling the Poolto fleet. Hadn’t Teesen changed the Codes? How did they still work?
The Emperor was howling. “How can this be? What has Teesen done?”
“Perhaps you should ask Nayllen.” Tyler suggested calmly.
The Emperor glared at him, then signaled to the Regent. The Regent quickly pushed buttons and a part of the viewer changed to Nayllen’s face. From the scene behind him, Tyler thought he appeared to be in space.
“Yes, Emperor,” Nayllen asked casually, “what may I help you with?”
“Is this your doing, Nayllen? Have you been plotting with Krildon to overthrow me?” The Emperor’s voice was controlled but simmering.
“Whatever do you mean, Emperor? You know I am loyal to you and you alone. I
s this some feeble attempt by the Admiral to clear his name? What has brought this on?” He sounded genuinely surprised, but Tyler knew it was a lie.
Tyler hated to admit it, but he was good. He sounded very convincing, and even the Emperor had his doubts.
“Well, Admiral,” he said between gritted teeth, “tell him what has happened.”
“Yes, Admiral, do tell.” Nayllen agreed.
Tyler looked at both of them but didn’t know how to respond. What was Nayllen playing at, where did his loyalties really lie?
“We are under attack, Nayllen, and the Poolto fleet has been disabled using the Command Codes I gave you and my father.” Tyler said it with little emotion. It would be easy for Nayllen to simply dismiss the charge out of hand.
“I see,” Nayllen said softly, “and I suppose you believe this trash?” He looked at the Emperor from the viewer.
The Emperor looked from Nayllen to Tyler, not knowing who to believe. “I believe none of it,” the Emperor said coldly, “and I no longer believe you, Nayllen.”
Nayllen gave an exemplary look of surprise to this revelation, but he quickly recovered and simply stated. “Suit yourself, Emperor, you’re in charge.” With that he disconnected the transmission. The viewer returned to its previous display.
“Why was he off-world?” The Regent asked, confused by the exchange. “Where would he be going? Why now? Is it a coincidence?”
“Good question, Regent, and I don’t like the possible answers.”
Tyler could see neither of them trusted Nayllen anymore. Tyler knew their suspicions were well founded and was happy to have one small victory over Nayllen. Unfortunately, the enemy fleet moved closer. By now, all the green lights on the viewer had turned yellow. The Poolto fleet was completely helpless.
“Regent,” the Emperor returned to their immediate problem, “bring up our planetary defense network, I want to see if it has been tampered with or disabled.”
The Regent complied and the viewer changed to the defense grid surrounding the planet. As far as Tyler could see, the defense grid was intact and operational.
The Emperor signaled to the Regent. “Good, back to the fleet display, and get Teesen in here.”
The Regent switched the viewer back before making a quick call to track down Teesen. Luckily, the Admiral had still been in the Palace and came through the door within minutes of the call.
“What is going on?” He demanded as he walked into the room surveying the viewer.
“We are under attack, Admiral.” The Emperor replied with little emotion.
The Admiral looked confused, but tried to take charge of the situation, “Well, let’s deploy our fleet and counter-attack.”
Tyler recognized the man realized his own mistake before he’d finished. The yellow lights throughout the display clearly indicated they were sitting ducks.
“Nice, Admiral,” the Emperor chided, “why didn’t we think of that?” The Emperor’s tone was mocking and condescending. “Try your Command Codes. See if you can re-enable our fleet!”
Teesen hesitated and then moved to the console. Tyler watched as he desperately entered his Command Codes. Tyler hoped they would work, the thought of an invasion chilled him. Teesen looked confused and tried again. Nothing.
“Sir,” Teesen turned to the Emperor, a look of concern and dread on his face, “the Codes I have do not match the Codes of the fleet. I … I don’t understand, I changed them immediately!” He gave Tyler an accusatory stare.
“Fool,” the Emperor admonished him, “the update to the fleet never occurred. Now of course, you cannot use the old Codes since the systems in the Palace do not match those of the fleet. We have been outsmarted by our own security!”
Tyler thought about the device Nayllen had him bring to the meeting. Was that what caused the external update to fail? Clever!
Teesen shut up looking rejected and confused. The Emperor ignored him and turned to Tyler. “Well, Admiral Osloo, our National Hero, what do we do now?”
Tyler thought about it, there really was no choice. “Surrender, Emperor.”
The Emperor stared blankly while Admiral Teesen looked like he was going to keel over from shock.
“To whom I wonder?” The Emperor replied coldly.
The large viewer suddenly filled with an immense picture of Nattur Osloo, the Admiral’s father.
“Ah, Hallen,” Nattur smiled broadly, “and I see you have your new Admiral with you.”
The Emperor frowned before casting a dangerous glance at Tyler.
“So, Nattur, I see that branding you a traitor so long ago was well founded. The prodigal son returns to decimate his home world, is that it?” The Emperor was mocking, yet Tyler heard fear, or was it frustration?
“Yes, that about sums it up, Hallen.” Nattur was neither smug nor mocking, his tone professional. “I will, of course, ask you to surrender first, but then I know you won’t, so we will have to demonstrate our resolve and lose innocent lives.”
The Emperor regained his calm, apparently analyzing the situation from every angle. Tyler knew he was hoping to find some way he would survive the crisis. Tyler knew Creedan would be desperate to retain his power. He began to see why the conflict started and spread—the Onyalum had wanted war and chaos. Perhaps to Onyalum war was one big chess match. Either way, they wouldn’t lose, only the people of Poolto.
The Emperor sat down and casually looked at Nattur. “These innocent lives you speak of, are they military or civilian? After all, I have a right to know whose lives I will be spending, or rather, whose lives you will be murdering.”
The Admiral’s father accepted the comment without emotion. Tyler wondered if the man had changed after so many years captive. To all appearances, the Krildon were vicious, barbaric creatures, but based on their culture and government, they actually seemed more passive of the two species. Tyler wanted to believe they were going to do the right thing, that they truly wanted peace, but seeing the Admiral’s father so coldly talk about spending innocent lives, he had his doubts. Maybe the Krildon were cold blooded killers, out for revenge, out to dominate the solar system. Tyler couldn’t tell.
“I see that once again, Hallen, you play at the game as though you have nothing to lose. I assure you, you have everything to lose.”
The Emperor pondered his statement. Only he, the Regent, and Tyler knew he didn’t have anything to lose. Tyler was afraid the Emperor would call his bluff, make him kill and destroy for the one last pleasure before being defeated. Tyler didn’t want that to happen. Too many lives were in the balance, and Tyler had to act.
“It is over, Emperor,” he said quickly trying to defuse the tension that was growing, “why waste so many for no reason?”
Tyler was desperate to make the Onyalum inside either expose itself, in which case he might have a chance at taking over, or at least convince it there were other worlds besides this one. Maybe it would decide to leave peacefully, go find somewhere else to play its dangerous chess match.
“Why indeed,” the Emperor said casually, “perhaps a question we should be asking your father?” He stood up and glanced quickly at the Regent and Admiral Teesen. Teesen was shocked enough to stay out of the conversation. “Tell us, Nattur,” he asked quietly, “how many patriots must die to try and save your world?”
Tyler didn’t like the direction it was heading, the Emperor was calling Nattur’s bluff, forcing him to demonstrate resolve. People were going to die and Tyler didn’t have any way to stop it. Tyler’s mind raced and drew blanks. The Emperor continued.
“A million? Two million? A billion? Please, Nattur, how many will you spend to displace me as Emperor? That is the ultimate goal isn’t it, to replace Poolto’s rightful ruler with someone else? Someone like you perhaps?”
Tyler saw anger and frustration forming on Nattur’s face. Tyler knew he would have to react, show his resolve. Before discovering the Emperor was Onyalum, the peace mission seemed plausible. It had seemed capable of forcing the E
mperor into peace, but now, only destruction seemed likely.
Tyler glanced at Teesen who stared between Nattur and the Emperor, trying to decide where the crisis was going and how it might end.
“Admiral Teesen,” Tyler tried to engage him, “doesn’t peace sound better than destruction? You have pledged your life to protect Poolto, what is the right move to make here? What is the right tactical move?” Tyler was pleading with him to take a stand, but he only looked at the Emperor confused.
“Please, Admiral Osloo,” the Emperor scolded, “unlike you, Teesen is loyal to the rightful ruler of Poolto. Unlike you, he knows that surrendering would be worse than death!”
The Emperor spat on the ground. “You come for peace, Nattur, is that it? And I suppose Krildon also yearns for peace instead of revenge and domination? Who better to trust than Krildon!”
Nattur was unmoved by the Emperor’s theatrics. “That’s right, Hallen, they want peace, not domination. I have the elected President of Krildon here to negotiate a peace deal to end the war and maintain the current government on Poolto. You could remain Emperor, but you would have to live with peace.”
The Emperor practically laughed. “Oh, yes, I am sure they want me in power when this is resolved. Why we’ll be best of buddies in no time.” He turned to Admiral Teesen. “Is that what you believe, Admiral? That your enemy has disabled your fleet, come with a fleet of its own, and with newer and more powerful weapons, just to ask for peace?”
Admiral Teesen didn’t know how to respond and stared at Nattur. Finally he spoke. “Why did you bring so much force if all you want is peace?” He asked boldly, resolve coming over his face.
Tyler groaned, he had lost the Admiral as an ally.
Nattur responded quickly. “Would your Emperor have just welcomed a single peace ship with open arms? Would anything but a show of force persuade your Emperor to abandon the war effort?”
Tyler thought Nattur looked desperate to stall the show down, but the Admiral showed no signs of backing down.
“I see,” the Admiral said calmly, “then, the way to peace is through a show of force, is that it?”
The Emperor looked pleased by Teesen as an evil smile filled his face.
Nattur looked resigned to the course he had to take.
“As I said before, your Emperor will refuse and then we will show our resolve. Innocent lives will be lost, Admiral, both military and civilian. Is that what you want when you have an opportunity to end it all here, without bloodshed?”
Teesen pumped himself up turning towards the Emperor. “The Poolto military is not afraid to die defending the freedom of its homeland. We are at war, and during war, sacrifices must be made.”
The Emperor jumped in looking smug. “Well, Nattur, I guess we have spoken, please enjoy the blood that will stain your hands for eternity. This planet and its people will never surrender to the enemy your traitorous soul has aligned with!”
He signaled to the Regent who cut the power to the large viewer, and Nattur’s face, looking sad faded from the screen.
The Emperor turned to Tyler. “Well, Admiral Osloo, I guess the end of Poolto may be near. Anything you wish to do to help save it, considering your treachery is to blame?”
Tyler didn’t know how to respond, it was clear that the Onyalum was bent on fighting to the end. Tyler could only imagine the number of lives that would be lost.
Tyler made one final gamble. “Is there nothing that would convince you and the Admiral that they really want peace? A gesture, an act, anything?”
The Emperor laughed, but the Admiral looked deep in thought. When the Emperor noticed Teesen’s hesitation, he quickly spoke to defend his position. “Please, Admiral, don’t listen to this traitor, he is just like his father!”
“Am I, Admiral?” Tyler asked quietly. “I know we have not always seen eye to eye, but have I ever done anything that wasn’t for the good of the war effort? Anything that wasn’t good for Poolto? I am, and always will be, a defender of my planet. I am asking, no pleading with you, please listen to me.”
The Admiral remained deep in thought, staring at Tyler as though trying to read his mind. “Emperor, perhaps we should at least hear him out, maybe they really do want peace? What can it hurt to delay them while we prepare a defense strategy? We can lead them on as though we are interested. What would it hurt?”
Tyler felt a rush of hope, perhaps they could avert this disaster. He looked at the Emperor who remained as cold and remote as ever.
“Admiral Teesen, you are the most mindless moron I have ever met in the military.” He walked up to the console and turned back to face them all. “True, it was one of the reasons why I selected you, but now that decision appears to be a liability.” He touched the console and the planetary defense grid displayed. “You would listen to this liar, a known traitor? Do you really believe they are here for peace?”
He signaled to the Regent who smiled and brought up a tiny screen, Nattur’s face came into focus.
“Nattur,” the Emperor said peremptorily, “my fine set of advisors think I should test you and see if peace is all you really want. Apparently, in desperate times, loyalty to their Emperor is not required.”
Tyler didn’t like the sound in his voice—it sounded calculating. Nattur appeared uncertain how to respond. The Emperor continued.
“I suppose I will have to appease them. Show them the hard truth about Krildon and traitors.” He touched several switches on the console and another portion of the viewer changed to a code entry prompt. The Admiral’s memories recognized it. It was the defense grid shutdown command. Only the Imperial Palace had the capacity to turn off the grid.
“You see,” the Emperor explained as though to children, “if I shutdown the defense grid, we would be entirely defenseless. If you were only interested in peace, then you would do nothing to take advantage of that situation.” He entered the Codes into the prompt and engaged the shutdown. Immediately, the grid lights on the viewer began changing as each individual satellite began its shutdown sequence. “Of course,” he continued, “if you wanted to conquer us, then you would take advantage of this rare opportunity to strike at the heart of our planet!”
Tyler knew the defense grid could be restarted, but the entire sequence took at least an hour from start to finish. Unfortunately, only the Imperial Palace could restart it, and he had no illusions that anyone within the Palace would go against the Emperor. They were utterly defenseless.
Tyler watched Nattur as someone from behind him confirmed the defense grid was shutting down.
“Fine, Hallen,” Nattur spoke quickly, “we’ll meet your challenge.”
The Emperor touched more controls on the console and the fleet operations screen filled most of the viewer. Tyler watched the red lights of the Krildon fleet suddenly moving at a rapid pace towards Poolto. As if Nattur noticed the same thing, he turned from the viewer and yelled out to those on the Krildon ship.
“Wha … what are you doing?” He demanded.
Tyler watched as Commandant Kulg stepped into view and pushed the Admiral’s father aside.
Before switching off the viewer, Commandant Kulg said only one thing, “Goodbye, Emperor.”
The screen went blank as red lights on the larger part of the viewer spread out, some heading towards the yellow lights of the disabled fleet most heading towards Poolto.
The Emperor was laughing an empty, dark laugh. “You see, Admirals, you can never trust an enemy or a traitor.”
Tyler looked at Teesen who stared in shock as Krildon ships bared down on the planet. He turned towards Tyler, fear gripping his face. “I thought you said they wanted peace!”
Tyler had thought so, too, but apparently, like Nayllen, the Krildon had their own plans. He knew when he met Commandant Kulg that he was not a man who would simply follow someone like Nattur or Nayllen for that matter. He had his own agenda and Tyler knew that meant nothing less than complete victory. When all was said and done, he was a military co
mmander and would not pass up an opportunity to defeat his enemy. Assuming they wanted peace, they could now achieve it without loss of Krildon lives. Only Poolto would suffer.
Tyler stared back at Admiral Teesen blankly. “I thought they did, too.”
They all fell silent as Krildon ships took up positions around their planet. Already, a display showed they were systematically taking out all the defense grid satellites—just in case the Emperor changed his mind. Tyler didn’t think he would. He had a look of disgust on his face but was obviously resigned to his fate.
Alarms sounded throughout the room as red lines streaked from the Krildon ships. The lines descended to the planet below. Tyler knew what they were—they were particle weapons or missile signatures. The Krildon ships were firing on Poolto. Nothing could stop them now. Millions, maybe billions would die.
The Emperor watched gleeful as he changed the viewer to an aerial view of the capital city. Apparently, a satellite was still operational above the city. He fiddled with the controls and the viewer switched to a higher vantage. They watched in horror as the powerful blast headed their way. The bright light descended towards the city.
“You see, my friends,” the Emperor spoke final words, “trust no one!”
Tyler felt nothing as a bright flash of light turned everything white for a long time. He heard nothing, only the silent white light. After what seemed an eternity, the bright light disappeared and Tyler found himself floating above what was left of Yooso.
The destruction was total. Nothing remained of the city except large craters and burning piles of debris. Tyler’s mind reeled with the revelation. The city had been home to over twenty million people—all gone in an instant.
He thought back to the final moments, and remembered seeing multiple lines descending from the multiple ships. How many cities were lost? How many lives? The number boggled his mind. Smoke and flame rose from the ground beneath him, but it didn’t obscure the devastation. The Emperor, the Military, and the Council were all gone.
Tyler could imagine the Poolto fleet, disabled and helpless in space. Krildon ships would have shot them like fish in a barrel. How many more lives lost? Whatever remained of Poolto would be forced to surrender.
It felt strange to be back in his ethereal form. He had been the Admiral for so long, he had grown accustomed to feeling and hearing. Now, only silence filled his mind. Once again, he was alone in the Universe. He could sense the millions of pieces that were his essence drifting apart as though ready to leave the destruction below him. He pulled them together and surveyed the horizon.
Nearby, he saw what looked like smoke forming a dark cloud. It took a minute, but he recognized it was another Onyalum coalescing. He quickly queried Adanni. Can Onyalum speak with one another in this form?
Adanni sounded bitter when he answered. Yes.
Tyler watched another cloud forming next to the first one. Both hovered darkly above the charred chaos. In response to his question, another voice spoke through the silence.
So you are not an Onyalum, although one lives inside you. What are you then, Tyler?
Tyler couldn’t tell which had spoken, the voice didn’t sound like either the Emperor’s or the Regent’s. He guessed they wouldn’t once the bodies were destroyed.
And which Onyalum do I have the privilege of talking with? Tyler asked, desperate for a reference.
In response, the dark cloud to the left swirled slightly as the voice replied. You are speaking with Creedan.
Tyler had figured as much. He seemed to be the one in charge of the two. I am from a planet called Earth, far from here … I know not where. He didn’t think there was any harm in telling the truth.
The dark cloud swirled in response. Then, you were a being of matter?
Yes. Tyler conceded.
The cloud stopped swirling as Tyler imagined it thought about his comments. Then, how is it you have an Onyalum inside you? Is not your form that of an Onyalum?
Tyler didn’t want to relive the specifics of the accident that brought him here. He was still unsure how it had happened. Yes, I am now in the form of an Onyalum, and yes, an Onyalum lives within me.
Tyler’s patience was wearing thin as the devastation and loss Poolto had suffered sank in. He thought about Toosia and her family, wondering if they had survived. Would Nayllen survive? Probably, he was a person who was always needed, even if it was by the enemy. They may never trust him, but they would certainly use him. Perhaps he was even on one of their ships during the attack.
What is the name of the Onyalum inside you? Creedan asked.
Adanni answered before Tyler could. I am called Adanni, and I do not wish to associate with you … or your brother.
Tyler was a surprised by Adanni’s reaction, surely he would feel more comfortable with his own kind than with Tyler.
The two clouds swirled slightly and a sound that may have been laughter rang inside Tyler’s consciousness.
Very well, Adanni and Tyler, thank you for your assistance, this world had become boring anyway. Time to find another one to rule.
Tyler thought it was Creedan who had said it, but wasn’t sure. He wanted to respond, but both dark clouds blinked out of existence leaving Tyler and Adanni alone, hovering above the burning embers of a shattered world.