Universe in Flames – Ultimate 10 Book Box Set: An Epic Space Opera Adventure

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by Christian Kallias


  Chase removed his hands and looked down in horror, still in shock.

  What was that? Could he speak to souls now?

  “I’m so sorry, Yanis. She’s gone.”

  “NO! I beg you, please save her.”

  “I did all I could, trust me.”

  “Bullshit! I’ve seen you heal people before. Why can’t you heal my sister?” Yanis’ eyes were filled with tears. “I beg you, Chase, please, try again!”

  Chase gave her mouth to mouth then opened his palm. Multiple electrical bolts ran between his fingers. He put his hand on her chest and sent an electric shock to her heart. He did it again and again, alternating it with his healing light.

  “Don’t give up,” said Yanis, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

  “Yanis,” tried Chase.

  “No, you keep doing it! No matter how long it takes.”

  Chase knew she was gone already. There was nothing more he could do. He kept trying to resuscitate her for ten more minutes, even though he knew it was in vain.

  Then, when he couldn’t take it anymore, he stopped and rose to his feet.

  “Don’t stop, Chase!” ordered Yanis.

  “I’m sorry. She’s gone.”

  Yanis rose and pushed Chase.

  “She’s not gone until I say so. Get back to her, NOW!”

  Chase shook his head.

  “You son of a bitch! She’s my sister. You killed her with your dumb-ass bravado.”

  That stung Chase right in the heart. Fillio and he had been very close at one point, and he never imagined he would be responsible for her death. Was he responsible? Could he have anticipated the Zarlack’s destructive strategy? He could have at least made sure she had jumped with them, but in the midst of it all, the truth is he only thought of Sarah and Chris. So perhaps it was his fault.

  Yanis pounded Chase’s chest.

  “I’m so sorry, Yanis, and perhaps you’re right, it is my fault. Please forgive me.”

  Yanis took a step back and looked at him with a mixture of anger and despair in his tear-filled eyes.

  “Forgive you? No way! I don’t forgive you. I fucking hate you!”

  Then Yanis fell to his knees and let himself fall on his sister’s dead body as he sobbed uncontrollably for what felt like an eternity.

  12

  General Arkoolis was not used to seeing his own blood, but he liked the fact that finally this mission was turning into something other than a borefest of meaningless destruction with no real challenge.

  “That was an impressive display, and the gravity’s shift a neat trick. But I haven’t used my full powers yet. You are going to regret spilling my blood.”

  Seven of the droids answered by launching themselves toward the general.

  “I don’t think so,” he said, sending a powerful shockwave their way.

  It stopped them in their tracks and they stayed paralyzed in midair.

  “This has gone on long enough.”

  He slashed both his hands in the air and all seven droids were cut into pieces. He finished them off with a series of powerful fireballs.

  The ground shook and the gravity increased even more. The general looked down for a brief moment.

  The rest of the droids, all of them except the red-and-silver droid, launched themselves at him and a terrible battle ensued. They were less affected by the gravity shift than he was and they landed more blows over time. The tactic seemed to work as more bruises formed and more blood was spilled.

  The droids were everywhere around the general, landing more blows, when he jumped high in the sky. He lost no time preparing a gigantic fireball and sent it back toward the ground, right into the midst of the droids. Thanks to the high gravity the fireball reached the ground in a fraction of a second, preventing Gaia from intervening and siphoning its energy as she had done before.

  The resulting explosion unearthed trees all around, and when the dust settled, there was a large crater at the point of impact. Parts of destroyed droids were disseminated over the crater’s surface.

  “Mechanical fools.”

  When the general landed back near the crater, the Gaia droid, the only remaining one, approached him.

  “Looks like I’ve missed one.”

  “I won’t be that easy to dispatch.”

  “So these things talk.”

  Gaia took an offensive posture.

  “You don’t really think you have a shadow of a chance of defeating me? No matter how strong the gravity is.”

  “We’re about to find out.”

  Gaia extended both hands with open palms and fired two extremely powerful shots of plasma.

  The general blocked the attack with both his palms but was surprised by the strength of the streams of plasma. He clenched his teeth, showing a little blood on them.

  Gaia advanced while she maintained the streams of plasma energy. Once she was only a few yards from her target she stopped firing and landed a hook kick to the Fury’s head, making him lose balance. She didn’t wait and catapulted him into the air with a powerful uppercut. She followed him upwards into the air and fired another stream of plasma energy. It hit him in the torso and sent him flying backward at great speed toward the ground.

  “Now, Ares!”

  Ares understood what that meant and teleported away into the Alpha Prime system.

  When the general hit the ground he skidded for more than three miles, leaving a trail of flying stones, soil and grass.

  At 4 Gs, Gaia clearly had the upper hand, but now that Ares was gone, the gravity returned to its original strength.

  Fortunately, it took a while for General Arkoolis to recover from the last blow.

  Gaia checked the internal power levels of her avatar droid. Power was at sixty percent. She wouldn’t be able to use similar attacks too often or she’d run out of juice pretty quickly. The little reprieve allowed her to reprogram her attack matrix with the logs from the fight the other droids had with the Fury. It should prove helpful in devising the best attack and defensive patterns upon his return.

  General Arkoolis stood and dusted himself off. He had a few more burns and bruises, but lost no time before shooting into the air and flying back to the fight. He landed only yards from Gaia.

  “That was quite unexpected and impressive. For a tin can, anyway.”

  The Fury grew his aura and soon all his bruises and burns healed. Except for a few scorch marks on his armor he looked as good as new.

  The Phoenix was about to enter Droxia’s atmosphere when Ronan thought of something.

  “Arknon, are we gonna survive re-entry in our current state?”

  Arknon crunched some numbers on his terminal before answering. “There’s a sixty percent chance we will. We’re about to find out. It’s too late to change course.”

  “This is going to be a rough ride.”

  “We only have a handful of seconds before we hit the upper atmosphere. Make sure the coordinates are locked.”

  Ronan double checked the targeted Fury and saw he was on the move.

  “Dammit!”

  “What is it, Ronan?”

  “He’s moving again. He’s heading toward the next city.”

  “The one where your uncle lives?”

  “Yes.”

  “It’s safe to assume that’s his next target. You should probably lock these coordinates in.”

  “I’m locking it three miles outside of town on his approach vector.”

  “Why? I understand your feelings, but will it really make any difference?”

  “I’m not thinking of trying to give my uncle a chance. He’s either gone from there or he’s dead anyway. But this particular Fury never entered any of the cities he has destroyed today. He always stood two to three miles away while he launched his destructive attacks.”

  “Dishonorable bastard. Then shoot for two and a half miles. Law of average kind of thing?”

  “Right. Coordinates locked.”

  “Entering the atmosphere now. I
’m boosting the engines to their maximum. We’re gonna lose control of the ship soon.”

  The ship rocked heavily and Ronan and Arknon had to hold their consoles so as not to be thrown out of their respective seats. The lights on the bridge flickered, and the previously damaged bulkheads and dislocated hardware were thrown around, creating a very unsafe environment.

  “Why don’t these seats have belts?”

  “That’s a good question, but perhaps we should think of going to the escape pods soon. Less than a minute until impact.”

  “Right,” said Ronan. “We should go n—”

  A power conduit next to Ronan blew and engulfed him with blue flames. He was badly burned and thrown to the side. He skidded until his head hit a nearby console.

  “Ronan!” Arknon tried to reach his friend but the vibrations and movement caused by re-entry made it difficult for him to walk straight without stumbling.

  “Are you alright?”

  Ronan had lost consciousness, and had serious burns to half his face.

  Realizing there was no more time, Arknon reached his unconscious friend and that’s when he saw them.

  “Gravity boots.”

  He quickly removed his own boots and took Ronan’s. He activated the gravity lock and grabbed Ronan by the collar as he started running.

  There were explosions the whole way to the nearest escape pods, those meant for the bridge’s crew. Several times debris and loose plating hit the duo of Droxians, but Arknon, dragging Ronan in tow, arrived at their destination. They only had a few seconds before impact. He threw Ronan inside the first pod, closed it and pressed the manual release. There was no time to strap him down, meaning much less chance of survival. Ronan’s pod flew away from the ship.

  He ran to the next pod and punched it, but was rewarded with shooting sparks that burned his face. All instruments within the pod flashed red.

  Time had almost run out, but he quickly jumped into the next pod.

  Last chance!

  He tried to punch the launch control but the ship rocked so heavily he was catapulted out of the pod and thrown against the nearest bulkhead. He heard and felt most of the ribs on his right side shatter. The pain was unbearable.

  Then he felt the heat and looked to his side. Approaching rapidly was a series of fireballs, each bigger than the last.

  The ship was a few milliseconds away from being obliterated, and him with it. He pushed with his legs with as much strength as he could muster and launched himself back inside the pod, striking his shoulder on the way. He punched the controls for ejection. The doors closed and he was pushed forward by the acceleration, hitting his skull on the pod’s windshield.

  The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was flames everywhere.

  Miseo had arrived at the next big city, and as with every other city before, he was greeted by whatever pathetic ground and flying military forces the Droxians had. They were in much greater numbers this time. This city did look like one of the biggest, perhaps even the capital. Not that it mattered. In minutes it would be leveled.

  Three waves of in-atmosphere fighters approached and opened fire upon Miseo.

  When will these miserable insects understand that their weapons are useless against us?

  But Miseo was in a playful mood. He enjoyed ripping the planes to shreds one by one, using telekinesis or fireballs, or sometimes just passing through them with his own body. Soon the sky was filled with explosions from the carnage he inflicted on the incoming squadrons.

  Tanks on the ground started firing their energy blasts toward him. He purposefully vectored toward them, deflecting the few lucky shots that managed to come his way with the palm of his hand. When he landed, the full force of his current velocity created a large crater, and the resulting shockwave pushed half the tanks onto their side.

  Miseo’s eyes flashed red and he fired thin laser beams, destroying one tank after another.

  A giant hand made of metal hit him in the face. One of the mechs had landed a lucky shot while he was distracted by the tanks.

  Miseo’s response was as lethal as it was fast. He waved his hand forward at such speed that the mech exploded from the impact of his kinetic attack.

  Pieces of burning metal, wiring and screws landed all around him.

  He smiled, but the ground started shaking and he looked behind him. A full platoon of these mechs was running toward him like a herd of wild animals. They all opened fire simultaneously.

  He put both his hands in front of him and created a powerful shield that absorbed every shot.

  This is rather fun. Futile, but fun.

  When the first salvo had ended and the mechs all switched to either giant, metallic knives or light-blades, he sent a volley of fireballs into their midst and destroyed most of them. The cascading explosions knocked the others off their feet and into the dust.

  He felt a strange sensation around his waist. The same sensation repeated around his shoulders, and then his arms. Pretty soon he couldn’t move.

  He looked at his body and saw blue energy bands restricting his movements. The more he moved the stronger the counteracting force was.

  Interesting weapon.

  A platoon of foot soldiers had fired at him and temporarily paralyzed him.

  With a single thought he blew most of the soldiers up from the inside out. Blood and guts splashed the other Droxians. Their eyes filled with terror.

  One of those remaining, clearly their military leader, wore a smirk.

  “You don’t think this is going to hold me for long now, do you?”

  “It only has to hold you for a few more seconds, then you’re dead, asshole,” said the Droxian, pointing toward the sky.

  A giant shadow was cast all around. It felt as if night had instantly fallen upon them all.

  Miseo looked upwards and what he saw made no sense.

  When Chase walked back onto the bridge he was still in shock from Fillio’s death. Why couldn’t he save her? Had it mattered that she didn’t want to be saved?

  Sarah saw the look on his face and ran to embrace him.

  “I couldn’t save her,” he said, with tears forming in his eyes.

  “I’m sure you did all you could.”

  But that was of little comfort to him. Until now he thought he could save anyone. Heck, he had brought Daniel back when his injuries seemed even worse than Fillio’s. But no matter how bad the wounds were, he was still breathing. That probably was the difference.

  “She . . . she wanted to go.”

  “What? How do you know?”

  “I heard her in my thoughts when I was trying to heal her. And I also felt resistance. It was as if she didn’t want me to.”

  “I find that creepy but, then again, a few minutes ago my unborn son raised a shield and saved both my life and Ryonna’s. I’m getting used to the feeling.”

  “It seems the more I get a hold on my powers, the more things I can do. That’s probably why I heard her talk to me.”

  “I understand. If she told you she wanted to go, then you shouldn’t blame yourself.”

  “Tell that to Yanis.”

  “Put yourself in his place. He must be devastated. In time he’ll forgive you. For now he needs to process his grief.”

  “That’s putting it mildly, I’m afraid. I don’t know about him ever forgiving me, but you’re right. I should let him grieve for now.”

  “I’m really sorry, Chase. I know she was your friend, but she was also an officer in the Earth Alliance. Like everyone else, she knew the risks. It was her choice to be here with us.”

  Sarah was right, of course, except she was more than just a friend at one point in his life. Chase decided that now was not the time to speak about that. Would it ever be the time? And did it really matter, under the circumstances?

  “Thank you, Sarah.”

  “Have you told Daniel yet?”

  “He’s leading the Destiny’s away team in their search of survivors.”

  “H
e’s your best friend. The longer you wait to tell him the more difficult it will be. He might even resent you for it.”

  “I know. Perhaps I could send him a message telepathically.”

  “That’s a no-no! That’s like breaking up with a girlfriend with a text. This requires your presence, and for you to look him in the eyes.”

  Chase dreaded that moment. He’d rather fight Argos once more than face his best friend in the whole world and tell him he couldn’t save the woman he fell in love with.

  Like an answer from the heavens, the bridge was illuminated with a golden tinge as Ares appeared in front of them.

  Ryonna ran toward them in anticipation.

  “We’ve got to go to Droxia now!” exclaimed Ares.

  “Ares,” said Ryonna. “Any news of my son?”

  “He’s one of the only survivors aboard the Phoenix, but the ship has set a collision course toward the planet. They’re trying to take one of the Furies out of the equation. I need Chase to take care of the other one, who just decimated an entire battalion of battle droids. I had to leave the Gaia droid alone, so let’s go now. Perhaps she will still be operational and you can use her help in your fight with the Fury, but we must hurry!”

  “I’m coming with you,” said Ryonna in a tone not open for discussion.

  “No, it’s too dangerous. Only Chase should come with me.”

  “Chase!” insisted Ryonna.

  “Ares, take her with us. She has the right to go, no matter how dangerous it is.”

  “Very well. We’ve lost enough time as it is. Now, come close and join hands.”

  Chase looked back at Sarah as he took Ryonna’s left hand. “You have the bridge, Commander, please be careful.”

  He sent another message but this time telepathically. Looks like you’ll have to tell Daniel about Fillio. I have no idea when I will be back. Please convey how terribly sorry I am and that I did everything I could. I love you.

  She nodded back at him and he read, “I love you, too,” on her lips.

  Ares put one of his energy-based hands on each of their shoulders and they vanished from the bridge.

 

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