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Chapter 4.5: Reunions
Author's note: Extra special thanks to @HistoryDude for the unexpected showcase in the famed Review Corner!

Chapter 4.5:

Reunions

Two days had passed since the Midak fell in line with the ships of the Partogan Royal Navy and began crossing the Nithascal Star System, heading towards a Hyperlane that would return the group to Partoga. After only a few hours of ship-to-ship conversation, the lead vessel of the formation, an Ion Cannon Frigate called Firelance came alongside the Midak and docked with the damaged science vessel.

Over the next two days, three parties came aboard the Midak. First, a pair of Royal Navy medics who brought the supplies and equipment required to treat members of the crew who’d been seriously injured. Moana Ranginui went in for surgery almost immediately and spent most of both days sleeping off the effects of half-a-dozen drugs. Several hours later, the second team came aboard: five engineers crossed over and began to make repairs to all of the ship’s damaged systems. The third party, however, was a more significant. Two days after the Green Guard’s failed takeover attempt, the Midak’s surviving officers joined Mira at the airlock on Deck One and stood at attention as three distinguished visitors arrived.

“Admiral on deck!” called Commander Anika Aranui as the first visitor came aboard. Everyone raised their arms in salute.

Admiral Toangia Apanui, the Commander of the Partogan Royal Navy, was a skinny man with a bald head and long white beard. Somewhere between 115 or 120 years old, he had the look of a man who’d been forced out of retirement recently. He returned the salute with one exhausted arm and then shook hands with Captain Toa Rangi.

“You’ve done well, my boy.” Said the Admiral, speaking in a slow, worn out voice. “You’ve turned heads, and the Queen now wishes to extend your military service for another five years. She has need of men like you.”

Rangi gave his thanks, then turned his attention to the second visitor.

Kuhina Nui Taunui Ratana didn’t like passing through airlocks. He gripped the handrails and held tightly until Anika offered her hand for the Kuhina Nui to hold. Once he exited the airlock and was fully inside the Midak, he relaxed considerably. He coughed, cleared his throat, and said;

“Introducing the legitimate elected successor to Miranda the Great, her majesty Queen Emily-“

Mira’s niece didn’t wait for the rest of her introduction. The teenage monarch tore out of the airlock like... well... a child reuniting with their favorite aunt. When Maki (or alternatively, Queen Emily the Second) reached her aunt, Mira started to bend her head forward in what would have been a respectful bow. Instead, Maki ran straight to Mira and wrapped her arms around Mira in a bear-sized hug.

“I missed you so much!” said the young Queen. “I thought I’d never see you again!”

“I missed you too,” Mira replied, then added in a playful tone, “But you know, little Max, I always knew I’d see you again.”

“Max” was an old, nearly forgotten nickname Mira made up for Maki when she was a lot younger. She had not intentionally used it. Maki didn’t miss the mistake.

“Hey!” Maki said, pulling away from Mira and putting her hands on her hips, “I’m the Queen now! You don’t get to call me that anymore!”

Her niece’s new position at the top of the hierarchy hadn’t really sunk in yet. Mira playfully stuck out her tongue at Maki before quickly covering her mouth with one hand as everyone else in the room chuckled and giggled.

“If Your Majesty wishes to spend some time with her family-” Kuhina Nui Ratana started, but Maki cut him off.

“Yes!” she said loudly, “You go get me a report on everything the Midak’s been doing, and find those three soldiers I asked for and bring them to me. Aunt Mira and I will be in the...” Maki trailed off, clearly waiting for someone to finish her sentence for her.

Captain Rangi was on point.

“In my quarters!” he said at once. “There’s a functional office Her Majesty can work from while she’s aboard.”

While the rest of the visiting delegation went off to take care of other business, Mira and Maki were escorted to Captain Rangi’s quarters, which were located at the top of the one and only staircase on the entire ship. Rangi’s quarters were now the highest part of the ship following the destruction of the Comms Tower.

Mira had to sit down and wait for a few minutes at Rangi’s desk while Maki gave some instructions to her Kuhina Nui just outside the door. Mira, however, wasn’t paying attention. She opened up her satchel and looked down at the three items inside:

Her Celestial Gauntlets, deactivated and inert, were resting underneath Mira’s old tablet computer. Pulling out the tablet, Mira tried one more time to turn it on.

Hundredth time’s the charm right?

No it wasn’t. The tablet remained silent and useless. Mira wasn’t sure exactly when it had happened, but at some point over the past ten hours, someone had stepped on and destroyed the little device. Perhaps during Moana’s fight with Watahui, or perhaps during the chaotic Emergency Hyperspace Jump, when nearly a dozen people passed through the infirmary where Mira left it.

Regardless of how, the deed was done. Mira was not going to make any more audio logs for the rest of the journey. It was too bad, really. Mira had liked recording those logs. It had helped her think a little more clearly, especially after she had made the covenant with the Whisperers in the Void.

That final thought made Mira’s mind go down another tangent. For the better part of a month, Manaaki had been probing her mind, looking for a way in, and just two days ago he’s finally succeeded. Manaaki had come dangerously close to killing Mira outright; but instead, he seemed to have wasted those crucial seconds to steal the Whisperers in the Void first. Why? He already had the Eater of Worlds. What could he do with a second Shroud-being?

Mira’s pondering was interrupted by the door swinging open and her 13-year-old niece stepping inside. Maki was talking to someone over her shoulder.

“...Just knock when you’re ready to start, okay?” Maki finished, then she closed the door, dashed across the office and gave Mira another hug before she had a chance to stand and bow.

“Mak-” Mira started, then she corrected herself, “Your Majesty, you don’t have to-“

“I do.” Said Maki, who was starting to cry, “You don’t know how much we’ve all missed you. Dad, Grandad, everyone. We were all so scared when the fighting started. We thought- we thought you’d get home and none of us would-“

Maki choked up, crying. Mira held the girl close, one hand on Maki’s upper back and the other on the back of her head. Mira had never been a mother, but she had plenty of practice after Maki’s mother... left the scene.

“It’s okay, Maki.” said Mira. “I’m here now. Can you tell me how the rest of the family is doing? Where’s your papa?”

Maki sniffed. She was about to wipe her nose on the sleeve of her dress (green with little gemstone studs on the sleeves and collar) when Mira caught her by the arm and said,

“The Queen doesn’t wipe her nose on the royal regalia.” Mira said in a tone somewhere between scolding and motherly.

Mira held out her own arm, and Maki wiped her nose on the sleeve of Mira’s flight suit instead.

“Maki,” Mira tried again, “Where’s your papa?”

Maki’s father also happened to be Mira’s younger brother. She had not seen Tai Mihaka in nearly four years at this point.

“Papa’s fine.” Maki explained hastily, “After the Green Guard started chasing us, we tried to run to Visonia, my side was gathering there. He’s in the old family cabin with Grandpa. He kept saying he wanted to fight in my army, but I couldn’t…. I couldn’t just leave Grandpa alone up there in the hills, could I?”

Maki choked up. She was scared she’d made the wrong choice.

“I ordered him to stay, and he did.” Maki finished, “Last I heard, they’re safe.”

“It’s okay.” Mira said, “Now that you’re Queen, you’ll have to make a lot of hard choices like that. You’re off to a good start, Max.”

Maki smiled at Mira.

“Maybe you should start from the beginning.” Mira suggested, “I’ve been gone for two years, you know.”

Maki took a deep breath, sat down in the chair on the other side of Rangi’s desk, and then she brought Mira up to speed on everything that had happened on Partoga:

“So, about a week after you left,” Maki started, “Queen Phoebe started inviting me to the Great Library every day. She made me read history and statecraft and military theory and philosophy books for five hours every day and then I’d have to tell her about the stuff I read. It actually got kinda fun after a while. We’d talk and argue about ideas until past midnight sometimes. Then she started introducing me to some of the Princes and Princesses, and members of the National Assembly, and...”

Oh, wow. The Whisperers in the Void had been right last year. Just like Phoebe before her, Maki had been groomed for the throne by her predecessor. She was educated in the art of statecraft, introduced to the rulers of Partoga’s constituent Principalities, and given the chance to make an impression on the Assemblymen who’d actually vote her into power. Queen Phoebe had tried to stack the deck in Maki’s favor.

Mira couldn’t help but wonder: had her own mother, Kendra the Second, been groomed by her predecessor, Miranda the Fourth?

“Okay,” Mira said, causing Maki to stop counting the number of Princes who’d kissed her hand.

“Tell me about the Royal Election. What happened to Phoebe? And how did you win?”

Maki seemed uncomfortable going down this path, but she pressed on.

“Well, sometime around the beginning of Haratua, the Holy Father found out that Her Majesty was tutoring me. He got really angry and confronted Phoebe in the Great Library while I was a few isles down from them. I heard the whole thing. He said she was ‘poisoning my mind’ and ‘making me abandon the values of the church’ and other things like that.”

“And what did Haki say?” Mira inquired. Maki frowned,

“Haki?” she repeated,

“Oh! I meant Phoebe,” Mira corrected herself.

She’d forgotten that Haki, like many Queens before her, had stopped using her birth name after choosing a royal one. Maki scratched her head and continued,

“Anyways, the Holy Father said he’d never allow Phoebe to pick her own successor. It would ‘undermine the relationship between the Church and State’ and Phoebe told him she believed the struggle between the two would outlive them both.”

Mira was sitting on the edge of her seat. She seemed to know what was coming next as the memory of her very first encounter with the Whisperers in the Void came back into her memory.

“And then what happened?” Mira almost whispered the question,

“Well,” said Maki, “the Holy Father threatened Phoebe. He said the ‘days of the monarchy were numbered’ and that soon, ‘Partoga would forget it ever wanted or needed a Queen. Worship would be sufficient.’ He said he had the means to destroy her and all memory of her. He sounded so scary! He said that his victory would be welcomed by all of the ‘pious people’. Then Phoebe got all angry, and she got right up in his face and said-“

Both Mira and Maki spoke at the same time, both reciting Phoebe’s words from memory:

“Whatever victory you gain here is temporary. I have allies and supporters in the last places you look. If you kill me, I’ll be a Martyr. Imprison me, and I’ll become a flag to rally behind. There’s no way this ends well for you.”

Mira and Maki stared at one another. Maki shuddered,

“How?!” the young Queen squeaked, “How did you know that?!”

Mira sighed,

“Look, Max. When we get some more free time. I really need to show you something. Something that...” Mira chose her words carefully, “Something unbelievable that happened to me while I was gone.”

Maki seemed to sense the seriousness in Mira’s voice, and she decided not to press the subject. After a moment, Mira pressed on.

“How long was it until Manaaki... you know... started the war?”

All of the color seemed to go out of Maki.

“Two days.” She said quietly. “Two days after he threatened Phoebe. The Green Guard went into the Palace, and dragged her out... and...and…”

Maki didn’t go on. She looked like she was going to cry again. Mira put one arm around Maki’s shoulders and gently walked her to the other side of the Captain’s quarters, where they sat down on Rangi’s bed.

“You don’t have to tell me about that part.” Said Mira.

To be honest, Mira really didn’t want to know about her friend’s final moments. The deaths of Kaia, Ari, Whetu, Tamaho, Ria, and Maia had been bad enough to deal with over the past couple of days.

“But please,” Mira went on, “The Election. Manaaki clearly didn’t want you to be Queen. How did you win?”

Mira was already the daughter of a Queen. She knew the Election system by heart. Both houses of the National Assembly would convene the Election Congress. The Spiritual Council was the upper house of the Assembly and had 15 Councilors appointed by the Holy Father. The lower house was called the Secular Council and would have 30 Councilors. The Secular Councilors were appointed by the Queen, but they couldn’t take their seats until they had been approved by at least half of the Spiritual Council, which meant the Secular Council was usually stacked with supporters of the Church.

Once the Election Congress sat, they would interview and vote on Queen Candidates. Both houses voted together, and only a simple majority was needed to become Queen. Bare minimum, a girl needed 23 votes to become Queen. With two major exceptions during the Levakian Uprising and the Second Hyperspace War, the Queen was usually chosen unanimously.

When Maki didn’t answer Mira’s question, she tried a different tactic.

“Would you at least tell me how many votes you got?”

Maki finally looked her aunt in the eyes and said,

“29. I got 29 votes.”

Suddenly, Mira hugged Maki so tightly the child ruler started to squirm under her.

“Maki!” Mira squealed, “I’m so proud of you!”

“You’re missing the point!” Maki gasped for air as Mira released her. “The other girl, the one Manaaki wanted, she got 16 votes and they made her Queen instead.”

This had to be the biggest mood swing of Mira’s life.

“WHAT?!” she exclaimed.

Maki folded her arms.

“That’s why there’s a war.” She said sullenly. “A bunch of Councilors wanted me to be Queen, but another group of them supported ‘Queen Miranda the Fifth’ instead of me.”

Maki finished her sentence in a sarcastic tone and with a two-handed air quote. She seemed to be on the verge of losing her temper, her face and arms becoming more and more animated as she continued.

“Aronui,” Maki said, her voice rising and getting faster, “That’s ‘Miranda the Fifth’s’ real name. She's just some mindless 10-year-old who didn’t know a damn thing about ruling a Kingdom, she’s just going to be a stupid puppet that just repeats whatever Ranginui tells her and she stole the throne from me and I HATE HER! I HATE HER!”

So... Maki hasn’t outgrown tantrums yet? Mira thought. She decided to head this off at the pass.

“Calm down, Maki.” Mira put a hand on Maki’s. “Remember, you’ve got more support than she does. And you have the Navy on your side too, and me. You’re always going to by my Queen.

Maki folded her arms and pouted. Crisis possibly averted.

“Aronui has the Army.” She sulked. Maki turned her hand over to hold Mira’s. “And she’s also got...”

Maki trailed off and her hand tightened around Mira, but before Maki could continue, Mira realized what Maki was about to say. Looking down at Maki’s hand, Mira finally noticed something very, very, very important was missing:

In any society ruled by a monarch, the ruler will wear or carry some kind of badge of office: A device to identify them as the true ruler. Jewelry, a scepter, badges, medals, sashes, or of course the easily recognizable crown. On Partoga, the Queen could be identified by the Whetu Kārerarera.

“Whetu Kārerarera” is a Partogan phrase roughly translating to “Green Star.” It is the name given to a beautiful green gemstone which can only be possessed by the Queen. According to legend, Miranda the Great (the first Queen) vanquished the Final King of Partoga at the Battle of Archer’s Canyon during the Wars of the Famine and took the Green Star from him. Ever since then, the Green Star was passed down from one Queen to the next. Each Queen did something different with it:

Miranda the Great made the Green Star part of her sword hilt.

Sophie the Merciful attached it to a tiara and wore it on her head.

Sarah kept it at the end of a necklace.

Anne the Builder used it as the centerpiece of a broach.

Emily the First died before she could lay hands on it, having ruled for only fifteen hours.

Karan the Scientist attached ribbons to it and wore it in her hair.

Carol the Pious made it the core of her Royal Scepter.

Madeline the First affixed it to one of her earrings.

Phoebe the First kept it on a more beautiful necklace than Anne did.

Lucy the Seafarer decorated her telescope with it.

Marie the Scholar also wore it in her hair, but she looked better than Karan.

Madeline the Second embedded the Green Star in a ring and wore it on her left hand.

Kendra the Peacemaker decorated her eyepatch with it.

Miranda the Second also wore it as a broach.

Miranda the Third was killed by the Invaders during the War in Heaven, and never got anywhere near the Green Star. Her rule lasted only ten days.

Miranda the Fourth decorated her gun holster with it.

Kendra the Second (Mira’s mother) put it onto a new ring and wore it on her right hand.

Phoebe the Second also wore it as a ring, but on her left hand.

And Emily the Second... didn’t have it anywhere on her person. In fact, she didn’t have the Green Star at all.

“Maki,” Mira asked slowly, “Where’s the Whetu Kārerarera?”

Maki didn’t look at Mira when she answered.

“That bitch Aronui has it.”

Ah. Mira thought. That’s going to be a big problem. Also, where the hell did Maki learn to swear like that?!

Mira just needed one more piece of information to find.

“What about Manaaki?” she asked, “What’s he been doing? Where is he?”

Maki shrugged as though the Holy Father’s actions were unimportant to her.

“Locked himself inside Fort Miranda with a bunch of Green Guards. He’s been in there since the fighting started. My troops have had the place surrounded for nearly a year now and we’re trying to starve him out. The best part is that we think Aronui’s in there with him. So when the Fort falls, we might be able to stop the whole war!”

Maki seemed to swell with confidence as she said this, but Mira found that this explanation brought up another question:

“Hold on,” she said, “I thought you said the Royal Army took Aronui’s side. How do you have enough soldiers to surround Fort Miranda?”

Maki smiled, she really wanted to brag about this part.

“I’m actually really proud of this,” she explained, “Ratana was Kuhina Nui for Phoebe. When the time came to vote, he was the one who convinced so many councilors to vote for me! Then after we started fighting, he took me around to all of the Principalities and convinced a bunch of Princes and Princesses to support me and give me their militias and guard units. Ratana and I spent nearly a year merging them all together in a new army we call: The Free Partogan Army. When the meeting starts, we’ll tell you about the strategy we’ve been using.”

Mira straightened up. She felt like she had most of the puzzle pieces sorted out by now: It seemed Manaaki was using the succession crisis caused by Phoebe’s death and the subsequent fighting between two rival Queens as a front for his own ambitions. Ambitions that had brought him into direct conflict with Mira when he repeatedly attacked her mind and stole the Whisperers in the Void.

As much as Mira hated to admit this, hiding inside the biggest military base on the planet (Fort Miranda) was also a good idea. That place was designed to outlast the Levakian Uprising. He’d have enough food, ammunition, and supplies to resist an enemy army for up to half a decade. Whatever he was planning to do with the Eater of Worlds and the Whisperers in the Void would happen unobstructed.

Mira pushed those thoughts aside. Maki had said something about a meeting and “strategy.”

“Is that what you’re waiting for right now?” Mira asked, “Are all of those military guys setting up a War Meeting for you?”

Maki nodded.

“Actually,” Maki said, “You’re coming to the meeting too. Rangi did put you on the Bushranger crew, right?”

Mira nodded.

“Guess he did,” she said. “Let me go check and see if everyone’s ready for you.”

Mira crossed the Captain’s Quarters in just a few strides and had one hand on the door when she heard the sound of raised voices.

“It’s you!” Someone on the other side yelled.

Unpleasant flashbacks to the violence of two days ago rolled through Mira’s mind. She focused her mind, collecting and stockpiling a small amount of Psionic power in the back of her mind, then Mira put her shoulder to the door and pushed it open, hard.

The bridge was very crowded with some twenty five people, but everyone stood back so that two soldiers could have a joyous reunion near the Captain’s chair. Captain Rangi was tightly hugging a very tall and handsome Partogan soldier with slicked back silver hair and a rugged face so attractive that all the women in the room seemed to be magnetized to it, following his every movement. Even Mira felt a metaphorical butterfly dancing in her stomach, but it wasn’t out of attraction. When she looked at the man who was patting Rangi on the back and talking into his ear, Mira couldn’t help but think he looked very familiar. She had definitely met him before somewhere.

Moana Ranginui and Tai Whiu were both standing right next to the door Mira had just emerged from. Moana was also enraptured by the newcomer, and was leaning so far forward on her feet that it looked like she was about to fall over. Although that might be because she was still a little woozy from surgery.

Mira relaxed and allowed her pent-up focus and Psi-energy to dissipate. Then she tapped Tai on the shoulder.

“Who’s the newcomer?” She asked,

Tai put out a hand to stop Moana’s precarious movement before speaking,

“That’s Commodore Kahu Koraku,” Said Tai, “He’s from the HMS Dervish, one of the Assault Frigates, and he’s- hey! What’s up with you?”

Tai had noticed the sudden look of discomfort on Mira’s face. As soon as he had mentioned the name “Kahu Koraku” Mira had abruptly remembered where she’d met the man before and her attitude toward him changed, reflecting her less-than-fond feelings about him.

“Nothing.” Said Mira quickly. “We’ll be fine as long as his father’s not here.”

She fell silent as the Commodore and the Captain finally broke their hug and Kahu addressed the bridge at large. Even his voice was attractive, causing Anika Aranui to cock her head to one side and twist her dreadlocks absent-mindedly with one hand.

“I’ve just been talking with my old friend Tui here, and we’re in agreement that after all the trials and suffering this crew’s been through, it’s just not enough to award the ship with a Battle-Star. We’ve decided that every member of the crew, living and deceased, will receive some personal award from either myself, the Admiral, or perhaps even Her Majesty the Queen if she feels so inclined. A job well done, all of you!”

A round of applause and cheers went up around the bridge before being interrupted by a voice calling out,

“Wait a second, who’s Tui?”

Maki had emerged from the Captain’s quarters and was now standing between Mira and Moana. She was the one who had spoken. Moving as though the ship had been hit by a wave, everyone bowed their heads low and spoke in unison:

“Your Majesty,” The assembled soldiers said together,

Maki’s question still hadn’t been answered,

“Seriously,” she said, “Who’s Tui?”

Kahu stuck his thumb out at Captain Rangi, who spluttered exasperatedly.

“Hold on,” said Arapata Kirikiri, “I thought your name was ‘Toa Rangi.’ That’s what it says on the manifest, anyway.”

Kahu burst out laughing. As he did so, Captain Rangi’s face turned a little red and a low rumble of laughter slowly started to circle the bridge.

“You changed your name?” Anika asked,

Rangi nodded.

“Your real name is Tui?” asked Moana, who was struggling to keep a cackle from escaping her mouth.

Rangi nodded again. And then Maki let the cat out of the bag.

“That’s a girl’s name!” She shrieked with laughter! The whole bridge followed suit.

Mira bent over, slapped her own knee, then grabbed Tai and said.

“I knew it! It was two years ago! It’s in my logs so I can’t prove it anymore but I so called it!!”

Finally, the commotion on the bridge died down. Captain Tui “Toa” Rangi, who had endured humiliation and ridicule far beyond this, simply brushed off the whole moment like dust off his shoulder and said.

“I guess everyone’s here. Shall we cross over and get started?”

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The next ten minutes were very interesting. While she and Miki had been chatting in the Captain’s quarters, the HMS Firelance had undocked from the Midak, flown back to the fleet and been replaced with the HMS Dervish. Assault Frigates are, in general, larger than Ion Cannon Frigates, so the Dervish’s outer hull was only a few short Bios away from touching that of the Midak as the two docking ports extended towards one another and connected. When it was her turn to step into the airlock and cross over to the Dervish, Mira just wanted to stand there, in between the two starships, and take in the view out the airlock’s windows. Space seemed that much bigger when there was less between it and the viewer.

The interior of the Dervish was extremely cramped. Mira wasn’t surprised by this. The Midak was a science vessel, and could afford wide open spaces. The Dervish was purely a ship of war. An armed member of the Royal Navy guided Mira along, not allowing her to see further into the Frigate.

The conference room reminded Mira of the war room she’d seen in Mazama Monastery back on Earth. Except here, no one was manning the computers lining the walls, and about twenty chairs were crammed around a big, oval shaped table. The chairs themselves were mismatched; as thought they’d been brought in from all over the ship. In the center of the table was a map of the Homeworld, Partoga. As Mira was escorted to her seat by a member of the Dervish crew, she looked over the map.

Partoga is a small world with one huge ocean, two polar ice caps, and three major landmasses:

In the west, the Partogan Continent was small and roughly circular. The coastline was speckled with many rivulets carved out by the Unnamed Mountain when it had unleashed its Great Wrath six-hundred eighty-seven years ago. Partoga had four major landmarks: The Unnamed Mountain, which stood taller than anything else on the map, despite the fact that its summit had been blown away and replaced by a crater filled with water. There was also Archer’s Canyon, a deep, violent crack running northwest along the Visonian Foothills and out to sea. The uninhabitable Boron Desert separated the eastern city of Candon from the rest of the continent while the equally hostile Toxic Jungle did the same for The Mangaia in the south.

The Continent, the Planet, and the Kingdom all took their names from the colossal metropolis which dominated the western half of the continent: Partoga City sprawled for hundreds of Kios inland away from the waterfront, covering just under half of the continent in urban sprawl. Its spread was only stopped in the North by Archer’s Canyon, the Unnamed Mountain in the East, and the Rahkshian Jungle to the south.

Looking to the West of the Partogan Continent, there was only water. But to the east of Candon there was a long chain of thin, narrow islands called E-Ena. These broken landforms were all that remained of an isthmus that had once connected Partoga and Levakia into a Pangea-like supercontinent.

Then there was Levakia itself. Nearly two times bigger than Partoga, half of the planet’s Eastern Hemisphere was dominated by Levakia. Mountains, hills, valleys, canyons, lakes, rivers, deserts, snowfields, and other natural biomes could be found here with one caveat:

Nearly everything on Levakia was dead. This map in front of Mira didn’t reflect this, but she had seen it. Levakia never recovered from the Unnamed Mountain’s Great Wrath. When volcanic ash blocked out the sun, all of the plant life in Levakia died, followed quickly by most of the animals. The Levakian people, a race of highly intelligent felines, abandoned their ancestral home and fled to Partoga, where the Wars of the Famine were already well underway. No Levakian would set foot on their ancestral home again until the Levakian Uprising four hundred years later.

Both Partogans and Levakians tried to colonize Levakia in the past. The Westernmost point of the continent was the Tren Krom Peninsula, a rounded fingertip of land that stuck out and away from the rest of Levakia, as though desperately trying to reach Partoga. Only two cities remained there, Kaitaia and Tauranga. The rest had been bombed into oblivion by the Invaders during the Second Hyperspace War, leaving behind only a handful of craters for Mira to look at on this map.

A hand clapped onto Mira’s shoulder. She’d been taking in the map of Partoga for so long that she had not noticed everyone else coming in. She looked up and started to turn her head to see who was accosting her, but got distracted by the sight of several new faces:

A veritable “who’s who” of Partogan politics had assembled inside the conference room. Alongside the military commanders who followed Mira aboard the Dervish from the Midak, there were now several more people in the room who had clearly been aboard the entire time. Mira counted no fewer than nine members of the National Assembly, four Princes, and two Princesses. Then Mira looked up to her shoulder, spotted the Prince holding her shoulder and thought: oh, here we go again.

The man holding onto Mira was Kahurangi Koraku. He was the Prince of Visonia, a Principality in the northeast of Partoga, east of Archer’s Canyon and north of the Unnamed Mountain. Like all of the other Principality rulers, he had been appointed to the post by a Queen. Specifically, he was appointed by Mira’s mother, Kendra the Second, and had been one of her closest political allies. He was also the father of Kahu Koraku, the Commodore now sitting on Mira’s left.

Mira had met both of these men when she was just a little kid. She didn’t mind being around Kahu in the slightest, but she couldn’t tolerate his father at all for one specific reason.

“Mihaka!” Prince Kahurangi thundered in that deep, booming voice of his, “I’m so glad to see you! It’s been too long!”

“Not long enough,” Mira mumbled under her breath. Then she added in a polite tone, “Hi Kahu. Got promoted, did you?”

“Yeah.” Kahu said politely. “Her Majesty said I ‘acquitted myself nicely’ at the Battle for Fort Daxia.”

The two lapsed into an uncomfortable silence. Prince Kahurangi ignored said uncomfortable silence. Deliberately misreading the complete disinterest that existed between Mira and Kahu, he grabbed each of them by the shoulder and pushed them closer together. He said,

“My son never forgot about you, Mihaka. We were worried sick about you these past two years, especially after your family went underground. But of course that was the right decision! Neither of us would have been ready to face the day if something horrible had happened to you. But now that you’re back and the Mihaka family has returned to its rightful place in the national hierarchy, we can get down to brass tacks!”

Please walk on those tacks… with your bare feet. Mira thought. She threw a frustrated look at Kahu, he returned the gaze with a facial expression that said, I’m sorry you had to come back to this.

“Mihaka,” said Prince Kahurangi in a slightly more serious tone. “Given the… recent changes in Partoga’s political climate, I would like to once again offer the proposal I extended to you so long ago.”

“What?!” Mira said quickly in a sharp voice, “The one you made when I was seven years old?!

Decades ago, when Mira’s mother had ruled, she appointed Kahurangi to become the new Prince of Visonia. Queen Kendra the Second described him to Mira as her “most expensive ally.” He needed constant attention and ego-stroking to stay happy. So the Mihaka family suffered together as Kahurangi paid increasingly frequent visits to the Royal Palace.

Queen Kendra the Second tried to make the alliance between the Mihaka and Koraku families feel worthwhile by throwing a large party or feast at the Palace whenever Prince Kahurangi came to visit. These lavish parties cost millions of Dirams each, and Kendra’s political opponents were only silenced by the fact that Visonia was a breadbasket. Without Prince Kahurangi and by extension, Visonian grain, all of Partoga could have starved.

Mira’s father had tried to entertain the man by challenging him to sporting matches like Kolhii, Ignalu, Akilini, Disk Dueling, or Ussal Crab Racing. Kahurangi’s pride was so immense, however, that he’d quit playing whenever Mira’s father scored a point over him, much less gain a victory.

Mira’s brother, Tai, was thankfully too young at the time to deal directly with Kahurangi, but that meant his attention would focus entirely on little Mira. She did not know how, where, why, or when; but at some point Kahurangi suddenly became obsessed with the idea of Mira getting married to his oldest son, Kahu. Absolutely no one in the Mihaka family liked this idea. Even Kahu himself didn’t like it, and the “young couple” almost never had any fun when they were forced to spend time together and practice their “courtship.”

Queen Kendra was especially against such an arranged marriage, but Mira never knew why. She had asked her mother countless times, but Kendra constantly answered with “when you’re older, sweetie.” Prince Kahurangi would keep trying for years. Curiously, he actually increased his attempts to force a wedding after Kendra was diagnosed with brain cancer and started dying.

Arguably the last great moment of Kendra’s reign came two weeks before her death. Prince Kahurangi came to the Palace and outright demanded for 9-year-old Mira to be forced into marrying Kahu. The ailing Queen became enraged. To the surprise of everyone, she rose from her bed, armed herself with a shoe, and chased him out of the palace, screaming obscenities and threats at him the whole way.

Mira thought she’d seen the last of Kahurangi at her mother’s funeral. He returned to Visonia without saying a word.

It had been thirty years since this madness with Prince Kahurangi had happened, but Mira just wasn’t in the mood to find out why he was suddenly itching for her to marry his son again, nor was she interested in letting this drag on for any length of time.

“No.” She said in a very firm voice. “I am not, and never well be interested in that offer.”

Prince Kahurangi looked very disappointed. Kahu relaxed visibly in his seat and gave Mira a grateful smile. Kahurangi spluttered indignantly.

“Why not!?” the Prince finally managed to say. “My son Kahu is the best possible match for you.”

Behind him, Kahu rolled his eyes. Kahurangi continued,

“He possesses both the strength and money to support a family.”

“I have my own strength,” Mira shot back, “And the Government Pension for Ex-Royal Family Members.”

As soon as those last words were out of her mouth, Mira realized she’d talked her way into Kahurangi’s trap. He leaned closer to Mira and said in a low voice,

“But you’re not ‘ex-royalty’ anymore, are you, Mihaka? In fact, this is unprecedented. Your little niece won’t be able to hold onto her new ‘Mihaka Dynasty’ without a powerful family like the Koraku or Ranginui to hold it up. And seeing as the Ranginui family is out of the question...”

Kahu cut him off.

“Mira! You didn’t tell me you were seeing someone!”

This statement was so out of the blue that even Mira stammered right alongside Kahurangi. Last time Mira checked, she hadn’t had a boyfriend in nearly ten years!

Of course, Mira thought, He’s trying to give me an out.

Mira started to respond with some noncommittal answer when a hand actually closed on her shoulder and a voice behind her said,

“Mira! You’ve gotta go more slowly, you know. Moana can’t walk very fast right now.”

Tai Whiu and Moana Ranginui had taken the two seats to Mira’s right while her back had been turned. They seemed to have caught part of the conversation because they both cautiously and subtly moved to separate Mira from Kahurangi. Moana (looking mischievous the whole time) shook his hand while simultaneously walking him towards a seat further down the table and said,

“Petty Officer Moana Ranginui - no relation the big bad Ranginui of course – You look like you were sharing war stories. Well, sir, let me tell you about how I lost my uterus the other day.”

Kahu reached across the table and shook hands with Tai.

“So, are you two actually...?” Kahu started to ask,

“No!” Mira and Tai said together.

“That would be really, really weird.” Mira added, “My little brother is named Tai. He’d never let me hear the end of it.”

Moana reappeared and sat down on Tai’s right.

“Don’t worry, Mira.” She said, “That creep’s too grossed out to talk to you for a little while. Why the hell did he have his hands on you anyway?”

Before Mira could answer, Admiral Apanui stood up at the head of the table and called for quiet.

“I’ll tell you later,” Mira hissed.

Admiral Apanui introduced Kuhina Nui Ratana to the group at large, then Ratana brought Maki into the room. Once all of the politicians and soldiers were seated and silent, Admiral Apanui started the briefing by saying:

“The False Queen and her Theocrat allies have made a crucial mistake. We now have only a few weeks to exploit the situation and end this war.”

There was a commotion all around the room. On the other side of the conference table, Captain Rangi whispered something in Anika’s ear. She turned and repeated his message to the Princess of Candon. Admiral Apanui held up a little remote control and clicked a button.

Behind him, a large computer screen embedded in the wall of the conference room lit up, showing a digital map of Partoga. Overlaid on top of this map were little red and green icons which showed the presence of friendly and hostile military forces. While the gathered war meeting looked over his shoulder at the map, Admiral Apanui continued to address the room at large.

“We’ve received intelligence via the Hyperwave Network that the Mothership Tantomile has departed Partoga and is actively looking for us. The direct consequence of Tantomile’s absence is that the enemy has surrendered air superiority over the Homeworld. Our side has since regained dominance of the sky and the Theocrats are in full retreat on all fronts.”

Murmurs and positive chatter circled the conference table. Mira didn’t join in. The revelation of the Mothership’s disposition had come as a shock to her.

“Wait a minute,” Mira said out loud, “We lost the Mothership?! How did that happen?”

Kahu waved a hand dismissively.

“Theocrats got to Fort Daxia right after me and my boys.” He explained to both Mira and the rest of the Midak crew,

Tantomile was in mothballs just like the rest of the fleet.” Kahu went on, “I made a judgement call to acquire all of the support ships before the Mothership itself. Theocrats went for Tantomile first. Task Force Kikanalo-”

Kahu gestured around himself.

“I got the whole thing. Twenty-two Assault Frigates and eight Ion Cannon Frigates. Just for good measure, though, we blew up half of the Resource Collectors and Mobile Refineries, then sabotaged the rest. The Theocrats haven’t be able to build any ships since then.”

A smattering of applause went up around the room at Kahu’s story. Maki folded her arms and said:

“You mean ‘the Theocrats haven’t built any ships as far as we know’ right? We’re talking about the Mothership, a factory with a Hyperspace Module, not some undersupplied carrier.”

Humbled in front of a crowd, Kahu shrunk into his seat a little.

“Of course, your Majesty.” He said, “That’s quite right.”

Admiral Apanui sighed and went on as though there hadn’t been an interruption.

“The space above Partoga is presently undefended, and Prince Kahurangi’s operatives have now definitively pinpointed Fort Miranda as the current location of both the False Queen and her last viable supporter, Holy Father Manaaki Ranginui.”

The Admiral clicked his remote again. The image on the screen changed to a satellite image of Fort Miranda. Lines, labels, and arrows snaked their way over the image.

“All of our census data about Fort Miranda comes from before this conflict started, although it has been augmented by our scouts on the ground.” Said the Admiral. “Currently, we believe the installation has a population of roughly 47,600 active members of the Green Guard, another 10,500 reserve soldiers, and some 76,000 civilians, most of whom are military family members. Spouses and children, essentially. The Complex itself covers approximately 295 square Kios of land and is roughly the same size as the city of Candon combined with all of its outlying suburbs.”

More chatter went up around the room. Captain Rangi, Anika, and several other military men and women put their heads together, talked for a moment, and then Anika spoke up.

“Admiral? Sir? What forces do we have available to take the fort with?”

Admiral Apanui clicked his remote again and displayed the current location of friendly forces near Fort Miranda. Mira looked and saw the complex was surrounded on three sides by green bars and boxes which had approached from the East, West, and South. The Admiral explained,

“No fewer than nineteen non-motorized Infantry Divisions from the Free Partogan Army, plus twelve Armored Regiments, three Battalions of Combat Engineers, and eight Artillery Companies, many of whom defected from the Theocrats. Our forces are also being supported by a logistics Battalion operating out of Partoga City.”

On Mira’s left, Kahu did the math in his mind and said the sum total out loud:

“That’s just over 316000 troops!” Kahu marveled, “We’ve got them outnumbered and outgunned over 5 to 1."

Somehow, this didn’t make Mira feel any more comfortable. Across the table, Rangi seemed to have similar sentiments.

“Admiral,” Rangi began, “The numerical advantage might be a moot point here. The Free Partogan Army is just a volunteer force built over the last two years. The Green Guard are highly trained elite warriors AND they’ve entrenched themselves inside the biggest military installation on the planet. I assure you, the enemy has the advantage. Those troops need some kind of support!”

More chatter circled the war meeting. The Admiral raised his hand for silence.

“That, Captain Rangi,” Admiral Apanui said, “Is why you and your crew were sent to find Earth, and why the completion of your mission was so important.”

All eyes in the room now rested on Rangi, Anika, Moana, Tai, and Mira.

“The Human warship you brought back will serve as the most important piece of both the preliminary bombardment and the close air support that will protect our troops during the final assault. Her Majesty the Queen has considered all of the options, and she’s chosen a plan of action. Your Majesty...”

Admiral Apanui passed the remote to Maki and left her to stand alone at the head of the table. A 13-year-old girl was about to dictate military strategy to about thirty grown adults; Mira couldn’t help feeling proud of Maki as she started to talk, communicating with the confidence and commanding presence of a true Queen.

“Once Task Force Kikanalo gets into orbit over Partoga,” Maki started, “The bombardment will happen in three phases. Once all three phases are done, then the ground attack will start. Everyone got me so far?”

Nods and murmurs of assent. Maki launched into her plan.

“The Assault Frigates, led by Commodore Kahu Koraku aboard the Dervish, will hit the fortress from space with Mass Drivers and Plasma Bombs. Your targets will be the Fire Support Bases and the Forward Bases along the South and East borders of the complex. They’re located right here.”

Maki pointed them out on the screen, then she continued.

“Meanwhile, the Ion Cannon Frigates will open fire on all defensive emplacements. Walls, towers, bunkers, armories, arsenals, and so on. They’re on the map behind me.”

Click. More targets appeared on the map. This time there was a great collective scratching noise. Several ship captains and squadron commanders were attending the meeting too, and they had just started writing down their targets.

“After all ships finish hitting their targets,” Maki went on, “we start the second phase. The Bushranger will fly down into the atmosphere and fire all twelve of its nuclear missiles at these four targets.”

Click. The Command Center, Airport, Arsenal, and a huge parking lot full of military vehicles were highlighted.

“I want you to shoot three missiles at each target.” Maki expounded, “That should maximize damage on the ground and the fallout will stop enemy troops from trying to re-take that ground afterward.”

Captain Rangi raised his hand,

“Your Majesty,” he said, “The Midak won’t be able to land on Partoga because of the damage we took two days ago. Did you consider my request to permanently relocate some of the Midak’s crew to the Bushranger?”

Maki nodded at Rangi, then pointed a finger at Anika.

“Are you Commander Aranui?”

Anika, surprised to be directly addressed by the Queen, stood up in a hurry, saluted and said,

“Y-Yes, Your Majesty! I’m Commander Anika Aranui, second-in-command of the HMS Midak.”

“Good.” Said Maki. “Effective immediately, I’m promoting you to the rank of Captain and giving you full command of the HMAS Bushranger.

This time around the applause and cheering was so loud it hurt Mira’s ears. Anika blushed and bowed so low her nose connected with Captain Rangi’s shoulder. Several members of the military got out of their seats to slap Anika on the back and shake her hand. Anika herself seemed to be star-struck. Someone slid a roll of tape and a uniform patch bearing a Captain’s insignia down the table. While the commotion died down and Anika started taping her new rank onto her uniform, Maki restarted the briefing.

“So as soon as Aranui and the Bushranger get clear of the nuclear shockwave,” the young Queen said, “Then the third phase starts. It will be a full barrage by all of our artillery pieces and tanks from maximum range. Admiral Apanui did the math, and he thinks that all three phases of the bombardment should kill between 75 and 80 percent of all the fighters inside Fort Miranda. Then we send in the ground forces to mop up. Does anyone have questions?”

The Princess of Candon raised her hand.

“Your Majesty,” she asked, “I’m sure your intentions don’t need to be stated multiple times, but this old lady wants to be absolutely sure she knows what she’s getting into. Please allow me to ask: If the Holy Father Ranginui or the False Queen survive the bombardment and... if... they are found alive by our soldiers... do... do we...?”

The teenage Queen gave everyone in the room a very dark look.

Kill them.” Maki said in a dangerous tone. “Kill both of them on sight.

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The meeting ended on that note. As everyone began filtering back to their ships, Captain Rangi caught up with Mira, Moana, and Tai just outside the airlock passage leading back to the Midak.

“Here,” said Rangi, “you two are going to need these.”

Rangi pressed a pair of rank insignia into Moana and Tai’s hands, then he went to join Anika in the airlock. Moana nearly tore her stitches jumping for joy.

“Chief Petty Officer!” Moana gasped excitedly, waving her new patch at Mira, “I get to run the ship my way now!”

Tai held his new Petty Officer badge over his shoulder (covering up his Corporal badge) and said to Mira,

“This looks good on me, right?”

Back aboard the Midak, all of the officers and noncommissioned officers were waiting on the bridge for the Captain and his party to return. As soon as Rangi, Anika, Mira, Moana, and Tai stepped back onto the bullet-riddled bridge, Moana yelled loudly:

“THREE CHEERS FOR CAPTAIN ARANUI!!”

The newly promoted Anika was mobbed by her shipmates. As soon as the hugging, handshakes, and cheering had subsided, Captain Rangi said to Captain Aranui,

“Take anyone you need for the Bushranger. I’ll process the paperwork tonight and we’ll separate the ships first thing in the morning.”

The two soldiers clasped hands firmly and simultaneously said:

“I’ll live! I’ll die! The Green Star still rises!”

Mira had heard Partogan battle cries and war songs before. She’d seen the old traditional war dances more times than she really cared to count, too. But this time, when the six-hundred year old battle cry was uttered a mere Bio from her, a chill ran up Mira’s spine.

A precursor of what was to come. She knew it.

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Because over half of the Midak’s crew was now dead, Anika chose to reduce the size of the Bushranger’s crew from 15 to 9.

Api Eketone was pulled from the bridge crew. Ariki Ruru was drafted from the Power Plant. Lieutenant Kahumanu Ngakaukawa was ordered by Rangi to go. Tai Whiu volunteered, as did Hoto Watene, Mana Muru, and Moe Kaa, who were all from the Science Team.

This left Mira, Anahera Mita, and Hoana Awika as the only scientists left aboard the Midak. Everyone else was either dead or reassigned to the Bushranger. After a few minutes of arguing, debating, and convincing, Rangi finally relented and gave permission for all three women to permanently relocate to the Bushranger, leaving the Midak with a skeleton crew of 13 men and women. The fifteenth day of the sixth month of the year 687 would be Mira’s final day aboard the HMS Midak.

At the beginning of this long and brutal 15th day, Mira had been strapped to a stretcher in the Midak’s infirmary after being Psionically attacked by Manaaki Ranginui. All sixty members of the crew had been alive then. Around 4 in the morning, a bomb blast had forced the Midak out of Hyperspace as four members of the crew, including Mira’s best friend Kaia Patariki, were revealed to secretly be members of the Green Guard on a mission to take over the ship.

For an hour the ship was rocked by fighting. An emergency Hyperspace Jump killed many of the crew. Gunfire did the rest. Manaaki broke into the depths of Mira’s mind and stole the Whisperers in the Void. All the while, Task Force Kikanalo was closing in on the Midak, unsure of who was in control of the ship.

When the Green Guard’s attempt to take the Midak was finally foiled Mira not only discovered her mental powers for the first time, but also discovered her niece’s role in all this as the new Queen of Partoga.

All of this had happened in the first 12 hours of the day.

Partogan days are 36 hours long.

Mira was overwhelmed and just needed a break.

She’d gone back to her crew quarters on the Midak to pack her things. For the first time in Miranda-knows-how-long, Mira pulled out the medium sized box her father had given her and set it on the bed. It was one of those awkwardly-shaped cases that had been designed to carry paperwork and not much else. Lying sideways on her bed, Mira flipped the handle with her finger absentmindedly and wondering exactly why she’d neglected to open this thing for the past two and a half years.

Sitting upright, Mira decided opening the case would give her something to do besides sleep. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever wake up again if she closed her eyes for too long.

Inside Mira found, just like her father had promised, a small pile of things leftover from the days when Mira’s mother had been Queen. Copies of Royal Edicts, speeches, and a large number of letters to and from various members of government.

Mira’s eyes welled up with tears when she found a beautiful hand drawn sketch of Queen Kendra the Second. It had been made decades before Mira was born, when the 17th Queen of Partoga was just a teenager. She looked so awkward. Mira tucked the sketch into her pocket, intending to show it to Maki at some point.

Mira was about to throw all of the papers back into the box when something else caught her eye. Underneath all of the menial paperwork and pictures, tucked away in a little pouch was a small yellow envelope. There was handwriting on the envelope that Mira couldn’t quite see. She pulled it out of the pouch and held it up to the light.

The handwriting was her mother’s. It said:


The Last Will and Testament of Taka Mihaka, 17th Queen of Partoga, 11th Governor of the Royal Academy of Science, 10th Custodian of the Great Library, 7th Overlord of Kaitaia and Tauranga, 7th Empress of Levakia, 4th Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces of the Triple Alliance, 3rd President of the Galactic Alliance.

Signed and sealed: 25 Haratua, 665”



The seal on the envelope was unbroken.

Mira’s hands shook. Her mother had died five days after writing this...

Mira broke the seal and pulled out the first of two pieces of paper. Written in Queen Kendra the Second’s refined cursive were the words:



“ʻO kaʻu kauoha ia.

Ma hope o koʻu make

E hāʻawi i ka Whetu Kārerarera, koʻu nohoaliʻi, a me koʻu mana,

ʻOiai he makana hope loa i kuʻu kaikamahine.

E lilo ana kaʻu kaikamahine i Mō'īwahine o kēia'āina.

ʻO kaʻu kauoha ia.


Signed,

Taka Mihaka, Queen of Partoga

25 Haratua, 665”



Levakian. Freaking Levakian?! THE WHOLE THING WAS WRITTEN IN LEVAKIAN!?

Never before had Mira wanted to know something so badly. Somehow, she just knew that this little scrap of paper held most if not all of the answers Mira needed right now. Somehow, Manaaki, the Partogan Civil War, and Prince Kahurangi were all tied to this document. She just knew it.

Mira pushed her hand into the envelope and grabbed the second paper. It was much smaller, and contained a message that finally broke Mira. The tears streamed down her face uncontrolled. Mira’s whole body trembled, then she fell over sideways onto the bed, sobbing loudly.

Mira’s crying was so loud that she didn’t hear the tactical alert beginning to sound. She totally missed the sounds of panicked yelling and running footsteps echoing up and down the halls of the Midak. Withdrawn completely into her own misery, Mira had completely missed the last-second discovery that was going to save her life and so many others. The little note had two sets of handwriting. It said:


“Mira, we cannot begin to tell you how sorry we are.

We will always love you, no matter who or what you become after I leave you. No matter what you think of us or what we’ve done, we will still love you.

We are so sorry we couldn’t do better for you.


Taka & Anaru Mihaka”


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Maki and Mira's relationship was nice here.

Can Mira really not think of why Manaaki might want the nigh-omniscient entity on his side?

Is Levakian still Hawaiian here?

You're welcome for the review.
 
Who was Queen Lucy again? Given that her speed is apparently legendary, I'm curious as to why I'm not remembering the name.
Queen Lucy the Seafarer was a Partogan ruler who spent much of her freetime racing yachts around E-Ena, the broken islands in the channel between Partoga and Levakia.

Why didn't anyone tell Mira that her niece was the queen now? Especially since it looked like they were about to?
Toa Rangi kept Mira out of the loop because she was a civilian. During the aftermath of the Green Guard takeover attempt, he neglected to inform Mira because he had far bigger fish to fry at that point.

Honestly, "Do you really... REALLY want to leave behind a legacy of death, misery, and destruction just to make sure someone else doesn’t do the same?” is still one of my favorite lines of any story.
One of mine, too. :)

Is Levakian still Hawaiian here?
As a matter of fact, it is. That was the first time I tried using Google Translate as a tool to generate Hawaiian and Maori text. (a bad idea in hindsight)
 
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Bonus post! I wanted to share something amusing with you all:

I have been writing my next Stellaris Story in between major updates to After Everything Remastered. Since I got home from vacation, I decided to throw out and completely re-write the introduction scene for a certain character. After tapping away furiously at the keyboard for the last few hours, I came up with a scene that got me to laugh a little. I'm going to share the scene here because I don't think it will survive the next re-write, but I thought you would enjoy it nonetheless. Hopefully I'm not the only one who finds this character interaction amusing.

This is the third draft of Imogen's intro scene. She is roughly the same age as main protagonist Trig and is meant to be both deuteragonist and Trig's love interest...



Trig ran down the stairs and rounded the corner, expecting to find someone, but then-

“Take that!” the girl’s voice shouted.

And a large object struck him across the face.

Trig was so taken aback that he fell over backwards, hit the stone wall, and slid to the floor. Blinking, Trig quickly realized that someone had thrown a raincoat at him. It was crumpled in his lap now. Standing over him, panting heavily as though she had just run a kilometer, was a Sutharian girl, roughly 12 or 13 years old. She had a striking appearance; freckled white skin, copper-red hair, and amber eyes. She was dressed in boy’s clothing, with her long braids tucked under a flatcap. In the dim light, the strange girl looked like a ghost.

“You’re not taking me alive!” She declared, raising her fists. “I’ll fight you!”

Looking around, Trig quickly figured out that she was talking to him, and (more importantly) he was currently blocking the only exit.

“I’m not taking you anywhere!” Trig protested, getting back to his feet. “I thought you needed help.”

“Oh.” She said. “I thought you were… uh… Wait a sec, are you sure you’re not one of the guys who was just trying to kidnap me?”

Trig raised his eyebrows.

“No, I’m a farmer.” Trig replied. “Why would I want to kidnap you anyway? You threw your stuff at me! That, like, totally ruins a kidnapping.”
 
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That scene is hilarious, and it does make me more interested in the new story.
 
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Chapter 4.6: The Battle of Nithascal
Author's note: We've finally come to the first major space battle of the Stormbreaker Universe. To write this scene, I frequently looked to my favorite sci-fi show "The Expanse" for inspiration. Specifically, I took notes from Season 1, Episode 4, "CQB" in which a Martian battleship was overwhelmed and destroyed by a fleet of smaller vessels.


Anyone who has read other entries in the series will know that the Mothership Tantomile is named after a character from Faith in Chaos.



Welcome to the second-to-last chapter.
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Chapter 4.6:

The Battle of Nithascal

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“General quarters! General quarters! All hands, man your action stations!”

Captain Rangi’s voice, amplified over the public address system, caused Mira’s thoughts to stop circling the drain. She sat upright in her bed and finally looked out the window. She only had to gaze into the star field for a couple of seconds before she spotted the thing which had caused so much alarm:

From the asteroid field that used to be the second planet, a colossal spacecraft was ascending into view. It had a curious configuration. The entire ship appeared to have been stretched. Its command deck was separated from the engine module by a central spine that was only a few dozen Bios wide but nearly 12 Kios long. The spine itself was covered in various modules that must have served a wide variety of purposes. The only module Mira recognized on sight was a massive hanger module that seemed to double as an external construction facility. It was this hangar module that gave away the ship’s identity.

Mira was looking at the LVK Tantomile, Mothership of the Partogan Royal Navy.

Stuffing both papers into her pocket, Mira dashed out of her quarters, scrambled up the ladder to Deck One and burst onto the bridge. All of the Midak’s officers were there, plus Queen Emily the Second, (Maki) her Kuhina Nui, and newly promoted Chief Petty Officer Moana Ranginui. Commodore Kahu Koraku was also present.

“How long until we’re inside their weapons range?!” Rangi was asking.

“Thirty minutes,” answered Lieutenant Tuu Anaru. “Maybe less.”

Captain Anika Aranui spotted Mira as she entered the room.

“Mihaka!” Anika barked, “Find Petty Officer Whiu and get down the Bushranger. We’re launching in two minutes.”

Mira nodded at Anika and was about to leave when the Hyperwave Relay suddenly spun up on the far side of the bridge and the words PLEASE STAND BY appeared on the viewscreen. Everyone stopped talking and Captain Rangi pressed a small red button on the armrest of his chair.

“Task Force Kikanalo, this is the Midak. Is anyone transmitting on the Hyperwave Frequency right now?” Rangi asked. The reply was immediate.

“Negative,” came back the voice of Admiral Apanui. “That signal’s coming from the Tantomile! We’re trying to jam it. Standby.”

A third voice came over the speakers. Mira, Rangi, Aranui, Moana, Maki, and everyone else stood rooted to the spot as a man’s voice said:

“Standby for a pre-recorded message from the legitimate elected successor to Miranda the Great, Her Royal Majesty Miranda the Fifth, Queen of Partoga, Custodian of the Great Library, Governor of the Royal Academy of Science, Patron of the Church of the Mountain, Commander-in-Chief of the Armed Forces of the Triple Alliance, President of the Galactic Alliance, Overlord of Kaitaia and Tauranga, and the Empress of Levakia!”

A pause, and then the viewscreen flickered, revealing an image that would stay with Mira for the rest of her life:

Standing in front of an unremarkable grey background was an 11-year-old girl who was far too skinny to be considered healthy. Every bone in her neck, upper torso, arms, and hands was prominently visible; as though her skin had been drawn over her skeleton with no room to spare. Like Maki, she was wearing a green dress with little gemstone studs. A green hairband pulled the girl’s snow-white hair away from her brow and brought her sunken, cloudy eyes into focus.

It wasn’t Queen Miranda's physical appearance that shocked Mira, but rather, an aspect about her that only Mira could see. Something that only a Gifted individual who had mastered their Psionic powers could detect:

Queen Miranda was bound. Thin, barely-visible tendrils of Psionic energies were wrapped around Miranda. They were coiled around her wrists, upper arms, and neck before rising up and away from her, making the Queen look like an actual puppet. The translucent strings of Psi-energy converged just above Miranda’s head, where the barely visible hand of Manaaki Ranginui could only be spotted by Mira. The rest of Manaaki was also visible, but Mira had to strain to spot his transparent figure behind the False Queen.

Miranda the Fifth began to speak.

“Men and women of Task Force Kikanalo.” Miranda’s voice sounded monotone and almost robotic, “You have committed treason against the Kingdom of Partoga by aligning yourself with a pretender to the throne. The punishment is death. You can escape this fate. I have instructed the crew of the Mothership to spare the lives of anyone who surrenders to them and swears their allegiance and loyalty to me.”

Manaaki twitched his hand a little, causing Miranda to hold up her left hand to the camera. Everyone on the bridge gasped. Maki swore.

Right there on Miranda’s index finger was an ornate silver ring, decorated with beautiful circular symbols on either side of a magnificent-looking emerald. It was the Whetu Kārerarera, The Green Star.

“I am the Queen of Partoga,” the 11-year-old continued in her flat voice, “There will be no one else. Surrender now and all will be forgiven.”

The viewscreen went blank. Kahu turned to face Maki.

“Your Majesty,” he said, “did the False Queen always talk like that?”

Maki nodded,

“I don’t know why....” she answered, “She just does.”

Mira knew exactly why the False Queen had been talking that way, she had learned about it in the XCOM files Moana had brought back from Earth. Manaaki had apparently mastered a rare Psionic technique that Mira had studied and read about, but had never planned on using herself.

Mira especially didn’t want to tell Maki or anyone else that what Manaaki had done to that poor girl’s mind because... it was going to be permanent.

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Manaaki had placed Queen Miranda under a type of Mind Control that was not only total in its magnitude of control, but nigh impossible to break. Whatever identity or sense of self Miranda possessed beforehand had been completely crushed out of existence and was gone forever. That girl was going to be Manaaki’s puppet, both physically and mentally, for the rest of her life.

Before Mira could even begin to think about why Manaaki would resort using to such utter Psionic domination against a child, the viewscreen lit up a second time, and Admiral Apanui’s voice came over the speakers again;

“That’s still not us! The Tantomile is-“

Apanui was cut off. The viewscreen now revealed the bridge of the Tantomile. Two Royal Army officers stood side by side, looking into the camera and, therefore, directly into the Midak’s bridge. Mira recognized one of the two men on sight.

“Ruru!” She yelled, “You filthy TRAITOR!!”

Royal Army General Irawaru Ruru hadn’t changed much since the day Mira had met him in the Royal Palace two and a half years ago, at the very beginning of this story. He was still mostly bald, still too fat for his own good, and still didn’t have a uniform that could fit his massive body. General Ruru wiped the sweat from his brow and said.

“And hello to you too, Mihaka. I wasn’t expecting to see you for another five years or so. But I suppose that’s in the past now.”

General Ruru shifted his gaze from Mira to the rest of the people on the bridge.

“In the last... oh... eight or nine minutes we have before the Tantomile comes into weapons range,” General Ruru said, “I wanted to once again-“

General Ruru stopped talking suddenly. He had spotted Maki. The 13-year-old Queen stepped in front of her aunt and folded her arms defiantly. Next to General Ruru, the other Army officer shifted uncomfortably in his feet. Curiously, Moana did a similar movement nearby. Ruru cleared his throat and then continued talking as though he hadn’t seen Maki.

“Once again,” said Ruru, “in the few minutes we have remaining, I’ll remind you all that this can end without bloodshed. Surrender is an option today. Discharge your armor and extend your docking ports to us.”

Together, Captain Rangi, Captain Aranui, Maki, Moana, Mira, and Kahu all took a few steps toward the viewscreen and stood side by side.

“I’m so sorry, General.” said Captain Rangi, “but we can’t accept your surrender at this time.”

General Ruru wasn’t expecting a response like that.

“W-What?!” he stammered.

Captain Aranui took over for her comrade.

“You heard him.” She snapped, “We don’t have the food or living space required to take you and your crew prisoner. Why don’t you just back off so we don’t have to kill you instead?”

General Ruru stammered for a moment, then he cut the line. As soon as the viewscreen went blank, Captain Rangi rounded on the crew.

“Charge the hull plating! Anaru! Move the Queen to Radiation Shelter One. Then get the crew ready to repel boarders! Aranui?”

Captain Aranui nodded,

“Good luck, Rangi.” She said, then yelled at the top of her voice:

BUSHRANGER CREW!! GET BELOW NOW!!”

After Mira said a hasty goodbye to Maki, she, Moana and Lieutenant Kahumanu Ngkaukawa darted off the bridge and started sliding down ladders, going from Deck One to Deck Four. Along the way, Mira grabbed a hairband from the infirmary. Running down the length of Deck Four, Mira prepared herself for flight aboard the Bushranger.

Humankind had never figured out how to create artificial gravity aboard their spaceships, so once the Bushranger undocked, it would become a low-gravity environment. As she jogged down to Radiation Shelter Three (where the Bushranger was docked) Mira tied her hair up in a simple bun, buttoned up her pockets, and tightened her bra straps as far as they would go. When Mira checked her pockets one last time to make sure they were sealed tight, she felt the two pieces of paper she’d taken from the box her father had given her.

Right. Don’t lose them. Mira thought. By the time she reached the airlock, Mira was ready for zero-gravity combat.

Api Eketone, Eru Tawhiti, Hoto Watene, Mana Muru, Moe Kaa, Ariki Ruru, Hoana Awika, Anahera Mita, and Tai Whiu were already aboard when Mira arrived.

“Ranginui! Close the airlock and cut the umbilical!” Anika ordered, “Then go fire up the power plant! Eketone and Tawhiti! You’re in the cockpit with me! Watene, Kaa, Whiu and Mihaka: Gunner seats! Muru, man the sensors! Awika and Mita, damage control!”

A general chorus of “yes ma’am!” went around the ship as everyone reported to their stations. Mira sat down next to Tai inside the forward fuselage in the dual starboard gunner seats, while Hoto and Moe took the port seats. Moana slammed the airlock door and threw a small lever that disconnected the Bushranger’s fuel, air, and power supplies from the Midak. Admiral Apanui’s voice threw itself into Mira’s ear as she donned a small headset that would allow her to listen to both fleet communications and inter-ship comms.

“All ships, this is Admiral Apanui aboard the HMS Dervish. We have assumed flagship position! All Strike Groups, report in!”

One by one, Strike Group commanders began reporting in:

“Strike Group Ghekula: six Assault Frigates, lead ship HMS Dervish, Commodore Hei standing by.”

“Strike Group Kinloka: six Assault Frigates, lead ship HMS Necrofinch, Commodore Kopunui standing by.”

“Strike Group Kavinika: five Assault Frigates, lead ship HMS Valiant, Commodore Tukino standing by.”

“Strike Group Hikaki: five Assault Frigates, lead ship HMS Nova, Commodore Karawana standing by.”

“Strike Group Muaka: four Ion Cannon Frigates, lead ship HMS Firelance, Commodore Kaa standing by.”

“Strike Group Gadunka: four Ion Cannon Frigates, lead ship HMS Sunray, Commodore Hakiwai standing by.”

Then, Captain Aranui’s voice sounded both from the cockpit and in Mira’s headset as she spoke,

“Strike Group Tarakava: one gunship and one science vessel, lead ship HMAS Bushranger, Captain Aranui standing by!”

With a lurch and groaning of metal, the Bushranger separated from the Midak and fell away from the battered science ship. Moana’s voice sounded in Mira’s headset:

“Power plant online!”

The four targeting computers that Mira, Hoto, Moe, and Tai were going to use powered up. Mira knew that somewhere else in the ship, Mana was feeding her computer a constant stream of sensor data. All four gunners placed their hands on the joysticks which controlled their respective turret. Looking at her screen, Mira saw that she was controlling the dorsal (topside) turret above the cockpit. She had a perfect view of the Task Force and the Midak. Then a big red blob obscured part of her screen.

“I have eyes on the Tantomile!” Mira called out,

“Look at the size of that thing!” gasped a voice over the radio.

The Mothership was flying sideways through space as it bore down on the Task Force, so that her vulnerable hangar bay faced away from enemy guns. This meant that the Tantomile’s entire dorsal side was pointing towards the Bushranger and her allies. And any guns located on the Tantomile’s topside were also facing the same direction.

“Two minutes to weapons range!” Called the commander of the Firelance.

“Strike Groups Muaka and Gadunka, this is Flagship,” said Admiral Apanui’s voice, “Get set up for your attack run on Tantomile’s vital subsystems. Everyone else, run interference.”

Anika threw down the throttle and the Bushranger’s engines roared to life! The Human Gunship was lighter and faster than the heavier Partogan Corvettes, even though its nuclear propulsion system was primitive in comparison to the more advanced Ion Engines being used by the Partogan ships. In moments, the Bushranger had covered the distance between itself and the Royal Navy Task Force.

Thirty-one little warships screamed towards the gargantuan Mothership at maximum speed. There were 10,000 Kios between the two opposing forces.

“Charge the armor plating!” Anika ordered, “Gunners, load armor-piercing rounds!”

5,000 Kios.

Mira counted her ammunition one last time: 110 armor-piercing rounds and 75 high-explosive shells.

2,500 Kios.

“Be advised!” Called out the commander of the Nova, “Tantomile has charged armor and is powering up her Railguns!”

1,000 Kios.

“We’re in weapons range!” Anika yelled, and Admiral Apanui answered.

“Ion Cannon Frigates! FIRE AT WILL!!”

Eight particle accelerators projected millions upon millions of charged Ions towards the Tantomile at just under the speed of light. The bright blue beams connected with the Mothership and were soaked into her armor.

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At once, the Tantomile returned fire. Hundreds of Mass Driver and Railgun rounds careened towards the Task Force. Like a constellation of fast-moving stars, the deadly projectiles flew between the small attackers. One round struck an Assault Frigate and ricocheted off into deep space.

And then they were in the thick of it. Mira was thrust one way in her seat and then the other as Anika maneuvered the Bushranger hard and fast. Mira, Moe, Tai, and Hoto swiveled all four of the Bushranger’s turrets towards the Tantomile.

“Fire at will!” Anika ordered.

Mira filled her targeting screen with a section of the Tantomile’s hull and squeezed the trigger. Moe, Tai, and Hoto did the same. THUNK! THUNK! The Bushranger vibrated with each shot. Mira watched her targeting screen and saw four small dents had appeared in the Mothership’s flank, followed quickly by several hundred more as the Assault Frigates and Ion Cannon Frigates loosed another salvo. The Tantomile’s armor was still fully charged. It was going to take a serious amount of punishment to actually rupture it.

Flying in groups of five or six, the Assault Frigates (and the Bushranger) began to pummel the Tantomile’s dorsal hull. Then, after the Task Force had spent some thirty seconds pouring fire into Tantomile, Commodore Kahu Koraku’s voice came through over Mira’s headset.

“Strike craft launching from the Tantomile! They look like old Silvestris-class heavy fighters!”

“How many fighters?!” Responded a Strike Group leader.

“Two hundred!” Commodore Koraku responded, “They’re about to come ‘round the port side! THEY’RE ABOVE YOU!

Mira quickly swung her turret around to face the Mothership’s port flank. A cloud of little silver points was growing bigger with every second.

“Assault Frigates and Bushranger!” Called out Admiral Apanui, “Engage the fighters! Keep them off the Ion Cannons!”

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The fighting was now too fast-paced for Mira to keep up. The Assault Frigates were able to lay down a screen of anti-fighter fire for only a few seconds before the cloud became a swarm, and the Task Force became enveloped in a storm of shrapnel. Two Assault Frigates were annihilated almost immediately, and Anika had to perform a disorienting roll to prevent the Bushranger being peppered with debris. Mira and her fellow gunners were now solely focused on taking down the fighters.

A squadron of five strike craft turned abruptly and made an attack run on the Bushranger. Mira saw them coming and fired four high-explosive rounds. Three missed, but one connected with its target. The explosive shell detonated, and the shrapnel from both the destroyed fighter and the exploding shell shredded the entire squadron.

“Scratch five!” Mira yelled.

“Dozens to go!” Tai yelled back, “Don’t lose your head yet!”

The Bushranger performed another dangerous maneuver, flying only a few Bios above the Tantomile’s armor plating. Mira and Tai fired on the fighters above while Moe and Hoto poured armor piercing rounds into the Mothership. Anika pulled the Bushranger up just in time to see an Ion Cannon Frigate explode into millions of little pieces.

“HARD A ’STARBOARD!” Anika screamed, and Api wrenched on the flight controls, pulling the Bushranger away from the wreckage. Tantomile filled the cockpit’s viewscreen.

“The mothership is moving!” reported an Assault Frigate captain, “It’s making a run at the Midak!”

“They’re going for the Queen!” Admiral Apanui yelled, “Muaka and Gadunka, take out her engines!”

The seven remaining Ion Cannon Frigates maneuvered around to the Mothership’s stern and began to realign themselves. Because Ion Cannons are spinal-mounted weapons, the frigate needs to face its target in order to use its one and only weapon. Before the ships could re-orient themselves, a swarm of fighters descended upon them.

“We’ve getting killed out here!” someone hollered over the comms channel before three of the Ion Cannon Frigates were blasted apart!

Without waiting for orders, Anika pulled the Bushranger out of formation and doubled back to help out their stricken allies. Mira and the other gunners loaded high-explosive rounds and started tearing into the enemy fighter craft. As the Bushranger pulled the fighters away from the more vulnerable targets, the four surviving Ion Cannon Frigates were unleashed upon the Tantomile!

“Flagship, this is Firelance, we’re starting our attack run now!”

The Bushranger suddenly flew through a cloud of debris. The sound of thousands of little pieces of shrapnel colliding with the armor reminded Mira of a powerful hailstorm. She quickly swiveled her turret around, looking through the external cameras to get her bearings on the battle.

Both the Tantomile and Task Force Kikanalo had taken a beating. Disabled and destroyed ships spun helplessly through the void, and clouds of debris were so think they’d become opaque. While on the other side of the coin, the Mothership’s armor had finally been ruptured, revealing the decks, rooms, and facilities within. The swarm of two hundred hostile fighters had been worn down to just over a dozen scattered fighters by the overwhelming fire of the Assault Frigates.

Someone up the chain of command had noticed the lack of fighter cover as well.

“Flagship calling fleet!” Admiral Apanui signaled, “Press the attack! CONCENTRATE ALL FIRE ON THE TANTOMILE!”

“Do what he says!” Anika called from the cockpit, “Load armor piercing rounds and light’em up!”

Mira, Hotu, Moe, and Tai all swiveled their turrets around and began firing into Tantomile’s flank. The remaining ships in the Task Force did the same, although the Assault Frigates spared one or two turrets each to fend off the remaining fighters.

Hundreds of thousands of projectiles thundered down upon the Mothership. The small cracks in her armor became fissures, her maneuvering thrusters flickered as their fuel lines were cut, and her turrets seemed to be firing less frequently as well. Aboard the Bushranger, Mira had just allowed the thought “We’re close” to cross her mind when next to her, Tai yelled:

“I’m red on ammo!” Tai called out, followed quickly by Hotu and Moe.

Mira flipped a switch on her console that revealed how much ammunition she had left:

11 armor-piercing rounds, 4 high-explosive rounds.

Mira added her own voice to the chorus:

“Red on ammo!”

Then the floodwaters came in:

“This is Nova, we’re running out of ammunition!”

“Fifteen rounds!” announced another voice, followed closely by another one:

“This is the Firelance, we’re starting to overheat! Unable to sustain rate of fire!”

“We’re on our last magazine!” cried one more. “Then we’re out!”

The bombardment lasted only thirty more seconds. One by one, the ships of Task Force Kikanalo stopped firing as their weapons ran out of ammunition. First the Assault Frigates fell silent, then the Bushranger as Mira fired her last shell, and then finally the Firelance, the only Ion Cannon Frigate still flying, began to pull back as her main weapon overheated and shut down.

But the Tantomile, being a massive city-sized spacecraft, had plenty of ammunition and was in no danger of running out. Her mass drivers and railguns continued to pour fire into the Task Force as the ammo-starved warships began to scatter.

“This is Flagship!” Admiral Apanui said over the radio, “I want weapons checks!”

Nova! We’re black on ammo and we can’t get clear! We’re launching a marker beacon to coordin-“

The captain of the Nova was cut off as his ship was obliterated by a Railgun slug. Mira watched her screen with a sense of rising dread as the Tantomile began picking off targets one by one. Two, three, four more Assault Frigates were reduced to scrap by the Mothership.

“Aranui!” yelled Tai from Mira’s left, “We still have our nukes! Let’s use’em!”

“Negative!” Anika called back from the cockpit, “We have to save those for Fort Miranda when we get home!”

Tai started to respond, but as another Assault Frigate exploded nearby, Mira cut him off.

“We’re not going home if this keeps up, Aranui! This is our last chance!!”

Moe Kaa chimed in.

“The rest of the Task Force is backing off! It’s now or never!”

Anika swore.

“Hang on everyone!”

Bushranger banked hard and began diving towards the Tantomile. From the cockpit, Anika pushed a series of buttons on the control panel in front of her, and at once, a very loud alarm began to sound, followed up by a computerized voice saying:

“WARNING: NUCLEAR WARHEADS HAVE BEEN ARMED.”

Anika then called the rest of the fleet,

Bushranger calling all ships! Put your blast screens down! We’re going nuclear in five! Four! Three! Two! One!”

A loud hissing noise came from somewhere to Mira’s right as an anti-ship missile separated from the Bushranger and fired up its engine! The missile, tipped with a 2 Megaton nuclear explosive, hurtled towards the Mothership as Anika reported to the fleet:

“Bird away! Time to impact, seven seconds! Dropping blast screens!”

There was a loud metallic noise and window covers slid into place.

“Detonation in three! Two! One! MARK!”

The Bushranger shook violently, throwing Mira against Tai as the gunship was caught and thrown about by the blast. As soon as the shaking stopped, Anika yelled,

“That’s a negative impact! Mothership is still active and we’ve got incoming fire!”

Both the Tantomile and her surviving fighter escorts were now concentrating fire on the Bushranger. The intense thermal radiation of the nuclear explosion had been absorbed by the Mothership’s armor, which now glowed white-hot despite being exposed to the vacuum of space. Thousands of Mass Driver rounds descended upon the Bushranger, and no amount of clever maneuvering was going to save the little gunship now.

WHAM!

The Bushranger caught a railgun slug in its midsection and lurched violently.

TING! TINGTING!! T-T-T-T-TING!

Dozens of Mass Driver rounds impacted the hull, producing an even louder rendition of that hailstorm sound. Mira pulled herself up and out of Tai’s lap. Through her targeting screen, she saw five fighters on the Bushranger’s tail. Tantomile's hull raced by on one side of the screen. Anika was skimming the surface of the Mothership, stopping the enemycrew from bringing their guns to bear. Mira looked at the hull on her screen, and then she got an idea.

“Aranui!” she yelled, “take us around to the far side!”

“What?!” Captain Aranui replied, “The far side?”

“Yeah!” Mira answered, “Ram a nuke down Tantomile’s hangar bay!”

Anika understood the plan at once. She got on the radio.

Bushranger calling all ships!” she said “Get these damn fighters off us for a few seconds! We’re gonna nuke the hangar!”

As the Bushranger maneuvered around, the Dervish, despite being out of ammo, turned around and rejoined the fight. It was a bizarre line of ships that flew just above the Tantomile. The Bushranger, being chased by five fighters, the fighters being chased by the Dervish. Looking over to Tai’s targeting screen, Mira saw the Dervish swivel her Mass Driver turrets threateningly.

It was all they needed. The squadron of fighters broke off their pursuit and went after the Assault Frigate instead.

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The Bushranger cleared Tantomile’s last remaining guns and found itself on the Mothership’s ventral side. The big, vulnerable hangar bay hung beneath the Mothership’s central spine like a handbag from an unattended chair, just waiting for someone to take advantage. Mira heard another loud hiss, this time from her left side.

“Bird away! Time to impact, five seconds!”

Mira shut down her turret camera about half a second after the missile soared into a docking bay, penetrated the inside wall and vanished from sight. Somewhere deep inside the Tantomile, the warhead detonated.

This time the Bushranger shook with incredible violence. They’d been a little too close to the blast, and the Bushranger’s armor struggled to soak up the vast amounts of thermal radiation generated by the detonation. Mira’s joystick became hot to the touch and she relinquished it at once. Similar gasps of surprise and pain told her that something similar had happened throughout the rest of the ship.

Then… for the first time in what felt like an eternity, there was finally silence. Mira deactivated the blast screen on her window and looked outside, seeing the result of the battle with her own eyes.

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It was sickening. Tantomile, gutted from the inside by a thermonuclear explosion, spun grotesquely through space surrounded by a dense cloud of wreckage blown out every possible window, docking port, or other structural weak point. All two hundred of her fighter escorts were destroyed, either blown into fragments or reduced to twisted metal hulks.

Only four Task Force ships were still flying. A lone Ion Cannon Frigate limped its way back to the three surviving Assault Frigates, all of whom were very badly battered.

The Midak was some distance away, having fled at the start of the fight, but she was now turning around to rejoin the Task Force.

“This is Flag- uh, Dervish calling all ships.” Said Admiral Apanui’s voice over the comms network, “Who’s not dead? Everyone sound off with your ID and weapon status.”

“This is Tempest, we’re out of ammunition.”

Acolyte here. Black on ammo”

Firelance calling. Weapon damaged due to overheating.”

And that was it. There was no one else left. As Bushranger and Midak fell into line, the Admiral asked for damage and casualty reports. Only the Midak had escaped unharmed.

Dervish had been hit over 30 times and had two dead, five wounded.

Acolyte was hit almost 45 times and a quarter of her crew was dead or missing.

Firelance had taken some 19 or 20 hits, lost 4 crew members, and suffered the destruction of her only weapon.

But it was the Tempest who had suffered the most. She had been hit over 120 times and nearly half of her crew was dead. The captain of the Tempest declared the ship to be a total loss. Midak swooped down and docked with the Tempest, taking away her remaining crew before the ship itself was scuttled and left behind.

At some point during the evacuation, Maki got onto Midak’s Hyperwave Relay and called the Bushranger, demanding to know if Mira was okay and asking to see her. Once Midak pulled away from the corpse of the Tempest, Bushranger flew in and docked. As the shaken and exhausted crew departed the little gunship and returned to the Midak, the small group of warships turned towards their Homeworld once again.

It was chaos aboard the Midak. When the 29 crew members of the science ship were combined with the 12 surviving members of the Tempest crew, it was almost like the science vessel had a full population again. Mira suddenly found her old quarters had been taken over by the last female Tempest shipmate, a skittish and possibly traumatized woman named Erana. Mira decided to let Erana get settled into the crew quarters by herself and went for a walk around to clear her mind.

How had she managed to stay sane after witnessing so much death and destruction, after nearly being killed herself multiple times in just the past two and a half days? Why hadn’t Mira just... snapped?

If war was like this all the time, then Mira felt truly sorry for all of the fighters who had survived the day’s action, or indeed, the past year-and-a-half of this conflict. Mira certainly wasn’t strong enough to put up with this kind of stress for months or years.

Was that it?

Mira stopped walking, coming to a halt inside the old Engineering Lab on Deck Three. A new pattern of thoughts, theories, and potential explanations had just exploded into Mira’s mind. She remembered what few scraps of information the Whisperers in the Void had given to her about Manaaki Ranginui and his actions on Partoga.

He was starting to have trouble controlling the Eater of Worlds, she remembered that. The monster’s Psionic influence was bleeding into other fighters, wasn’t it? So... what if...

What if Manaaki knew he was losing control of the Eater of Worlds? Mira asked herself. And then she answered her own question. I’d find some way to increase or expand my powers.

A working theory began to grow in Mira’s mind. What if Manaaki had stolen the Whisperers in the Void from Mira with the express purpose of keeping the Eater of Worlds in check?

Except... no.

Manaaki definitely saw the Whisperers in the Void trying to fight the Eater of Worlds during Mira’s second entry into the Shroud. The best the Whisperers had been able to do was slow down the Eater for a few seconds at best. It wasn’t the best choice for a combatant.

Like any good scientist, Mira threw out her bad hypothesis and started on another one, pacing the lab as she did so.

What if... What if... And then she had it!

Mira’s new idea was based on one simple assumption: That a certain statement the Whisperers in the Void had once told her was absolutely true. During Mira’s visit to Mazama Monastery on Earth, they had told Mira about how a massive amount of energy was required to enter the Shroud.

Perhaps Manaaki really did want another Shroud-being to check the Eater of Worlds, but he may not have had enough energy to get into the Shroud, so stealing the Whisperers in the Void would have been the next logical course of action.

Mira’s heart was pounding. She wished her tablet computer still worked so she could put all of this down in a log.

Manaaki would then force the Whisperers in the Void to reveal how to get into the Shroud using less energy... and then...

Oh, no.

Mira stopped pacing. She had never asked if it was possible to form a covenant with more than one Shroud-Being. She’d never considered it, but someone as greedy as Manaaki might not shake hands with these creatures. He might just take what he wanted instead.

Manaaki Ranginui already had control of two beings from the Shroud. This made him an exceedingly dangerous opponent for Mira to face down. If he had three or more... then he might actually be invincible.

Mira quickly counted on her fingers. The Instrument of Desire and the Composer of Strands were both still in the Shroud. If Manaaki got his hands on one or both of them, Mira would stand no chance against him in a fight, let alone anyone else.

Mira needed to get inside the Shroud, RIGHT NOW. She needed to claim at least one of the two remaining Shroud-Beings for herself in order to stand a fraction of a chance against the Holy Father when the time came to confront him. Preferably, she’d want the Composer of Strands, but given the desperate situation, Mira would take whoever was left with no questions asked.

But how? Mira had never gotten into the Shroud under her own power before. Mira still didn’t know how the first incursion had happened, but the second time, the Abbess of Mazama Monastery had done all the work.

A massive amount of energy...

There was one thing aboard the Midak which could do something like that.

As soon as the idea came to Mira, she had a sudden flashback. The corpse of Maia Maaka was suddenly in front of her again. Her final, desperate pleads echoing in the back of Mira’s mind. Mira shook her head. The only way this insane plan would work was if Mira suddenly discovered a way to survive...

Mira froze.

She had discovered a way to survive an unshielded Hyperspace Jump. She’d discovered it over a year and a half ago. It had been aboard the Midak this whole time. Mira frantically ran into the Biology Lab, grabbed a computer and pulled up a list. She saw the names of crewmates who’d been infected with the extremophile bacteria “Anaplague.” Mira was Number 16 on the list. That tough little microbe might still be running around in her own blood.

Mira ran to a computer console embedded in the wall and hit a button labelled “Dial Bridge.” There was a soft tone.

“Biology Lab calling Bridge!” Mira said into the microphone.

“Mihaka?” replied Captain Rangi’s voice, “Good to hear from you. I wanted to ask you-“

“Sir, there’s no time!” Mira cut him off, “How long do we have until the next Hyperspace Jump? I need to run a quick experiment!”

“Uh...” Rangi’s voice was full of hesitation, “About three hours... but I thought we were beyond doing science experiments after everything that-“

Mira cut across him again,

“Sir! This is important! Find Chief Petty Officer Moana Ranginui and Acting Medic Anahera Mita and send them to the Biology Lab immediately!”

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Two hours and fifty minutes later, Mira repeated her plan to Moana and Anahera for the umpteenth time, feeling that she’d finally gotten them to understand what she wanted to happen.

“When the jump happens,” Mira repeated, “I’m going to siphon some waste energy off the Hyperspace Module into my Gauntlets. It should be enough for me to get into the Shroud for a few minutes. As soon as the jump is over, you both get in there and resuscitate me.”

Anahera, who didn’t know Mira was Gifted until two hours ago, put her head in her hands and sighed. She restated Mira’s words aloud so she could understand them better;

“You’re going to use the Hyperspace Module to do magic... while it pumps you full of nearly 1,000 Roentgens of Gamma Radiation PER SECOND... and then you want us to come in and resuscitate your crazy suicidal ass even though you think you’re not going to die at all because of... a combination of Microbiology and magic. Do I have it right?”

Moana had come to accept Mira’s Gift and all the baggage that came with it some time ago. She just pressed on with her own line of questioning.

“Are you sure that the Anaplague can keep you alive in there?”

Mira nodded and held up the blood test results from an hour ago.

“The Anaplague is a little less prevalent in my bloodstream than two years ago, but it' still there. I’ll boost its protective abilities with my own powers, kinda like giving the shield a shield of its own. It’s no guarantee I’ll survive, though. That’s why I need you. Get me that Nanomedikit as quick as you can.”

Moana and Anahera nodded.

“Alright.” Said Anahera, “Let’s get this over with.”

As the trio climbed down to the Hyperspace Module, the ship went on Hyperspace Alert. Alarms and claxons sounded. Crew members made their way to their assigned Radiation Shelters, and Mira, Moana, and Anahera entered the Hyperspace Module.

Inside a complicated web of pipes, wires, and struts, the spherical core of the Hyperspace Module hummed gently in its housing. Moana tapped a computer screen.

“Captain,” she said nervously, “There’s a computer bug down here causing problems. I need to disable the Safety Interrupt for this Jump.”

“Understood,” Replied Rangi, “You’re ‘go’ to disable the Safety System.”

Moana typed Cmd_usr/ Disable safety interrupt. Authorization: Chief Petty Officer Moana Ranginui – Partogan Royal Navy into the computer, then turned to face Mira.

“We’ll be in this Radiation Shelter,” she said, pointing to the nearby door. “We’re coming for you as soon as the jump is over, not a second more. Clear?”

Mira nodded.

“Sounds good to me.”

As Moana and Anahera closed the door of Radiation Shelter 4 behind them, Mira looked down at her Celestial Gauntlets. They were charged with her own stockpiled Psi energy. Mira had read about how the Human Templars would use their powers to protect themselves from harm. Mira had actually used that power on a small scale during the Green Guard’s attempted takeover, but she’d never tried anything on this scale.

There was only one way to see if this would work. Mira put both of her Gauntlet-covered hands on the metallic core. It began to hum even louder as it spooled up.

Initiating Hyperspace Jump in five, four

Mira focused her mind intensely, summoning up as much of her powers as she could.

Three, two,

The Celestial Gauntlets activated, and Mira’s whole body was enveloped in swirling ribbons of Psionic energy. They extended out and away from Mira until they struck the walls of the Module, giving Mira the appearance of being at the center of a plasma storm.

One.

Through her Celestial Gauntlets, Mira drew in all of the waste heat bleeding off the core and repurposed it with some of her pent-up power. Ignoring thousands upon thousands of stray ionized particles striking her body like a sandblaster, Mira breached the Shroud.

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It took Mira a few moments to get her bearings. She had arrived in a place that was both foreign and strangely familiar. Mira stood on the precipice, at the edge of this strange new realm for a moment overlooking a vast ocean of swirling color and shadow. Then Mira remembered: I don’t have a lot of time. I gotta get going.

She didn’t remember where she had encountered the Composer of Strands or the Instrument of Desire before, but that didn’t matter. In less than a minute Mira had sprinted thousands of Kios, having grown fully accustomed to the strange properties of this place and taking advantage of them. Mira ran into deep gorges and valleys, dashed up the highest mountains, crossed wide plains, and found the outermost edges of the world, where the Shroud slowly started to transition into some other plane of reality Mira didn’t have time to explore.

After what felt like four or five minutes, Mira sat down in the dirt, panting. She had revisited all of the parts of the Shroud she’d been to before. She had discovered and searched through several new ones as well. She’d combed tens of thousands of Kios in every direction, and there was no sign of the Instrument of Desire or the Composer of Strands.

It can’t be possible. Mira thought. An evil voice in the back of her mind answered. Why can’t it be possible?

Mira was forced to accept the truth. The Shroud was empty. Manaaki Ranginui had gotten here first and he had taken both of the remaining Shroud-Beings. Whether by consent or force didn’t matter at all. They were gone.

The full weight and implications of the upcoming final battle hit Mira like a ton of bricks. Four depleted warships and three hundred thousand inexperienced volunteer soldiers were about to go to battle against some 50,000 elite warriors who were trained from a young age to win against greater odds than this.

And alongside that Mira, an untrained amateur Psychic, faced the prospect of confronting Manaaki Ranginui at the height of his power. With the Instrument of Desire, the Composer of Strands, the Eater of Worlds, and the Whisperers in the Void all at his side, Manaaki must have acquired near godlike powers by now.

Mira brought her knees up to her chin and shivered with terror. Perhaps this was how an insect felt as the boot came down.

It’s over. Mira thought. Manaaki won. I can’t fight him now.

Perhaps it would be better if Mira just died now. If the radiation from the Hyperspace Module took her life right at this moment, Mira wouldn’t complain. Anything would be preferable to the nightmare which awaited inside the halls of Fort Miranda.

But Maki will have to face that nightmare. So will Rangi, Anika, Moana, Tai, and all the others. They’re all going to fight Manaaki. And they’re all going to die.

Mira had a choice. She could wait here in the Shroud until her body succumbed to Radiation exposure back in Normal Space, or she could go back and be with her niece and friends right up to the end.

She looked up towards the purple horizon. The spot where Jericho had died was over there somewhere. She had said something about not wanting to die alone. Mira decided she didn’t want that either. Mira stood and prepared to walk back to the spot where she’d entered the Shroud from. She was ready to face her destiny.

Mira had only gone a couple of paces through, when she noticed it.

The presence was not waiting for Manaaki Ranginui, therefore he had passed over it without ever being aware of its existence. The presence was waiting for Mira and no one else. It had always been waiting for her.

Mira turned her head to face a dense purple fogbank. It was similar to the one that had once contained the Whisperers in the Void. From the fog, three illusory copies of Mira emerged. Mira knew at once that they were illusions, but she didn’t know how she knew that. The three copies of Mira were all radically different from each other, and yet they had one thing in common:

They were victorious.

The first copy of Mira was outfitted in a beautiful royal dress that shone and sparkled like a moonlit ocean. She was significantly older than Mira, her face was wrinkled, her hair had lost its silver color and was fading to grey, but she had a peaceful smile on her face. In each hand she held one half of a broken rifle: the barrel and chamber was in her right hand, while the stock and trigger were in her left. Psionic power, warm and comforting, radiated gently away from this alternate person. The first copy of Mira said in a gentle, soothing voice:

“It took an incredibly long time, but with patience, tact, and diplomacy, I resolved the conflict peacefully and brought about an outcome that saved lives, made people happy, and placed Maki on the throne with almost no bloodshed. Absolutely no one needed to die, and I made sure of it.”

The second copy of Mira wore more practical clothing: a dark shirt, cargo pants, and combat boots. She appeared to be roughly the same age as Mira if not a little older. In one hand she held another broken rifle, while in the other hand was a book, into which she had place a white poppy flower in place of a bookmark. This version of Mira looked like she was at peace with herself, yet she still seemed to be haunted by a dark memory. Her Psionic energies were so contained that they were barely noticeable. She spoke in a tired, resigned voice:

“Maki is Queen and no one challenges her anymore. I did what I head to do to win. Nothing more.”

The third copy of Mira was the most frightening. Exactly the same age, she wore a battle dress made from leather and chainmail. Her arms, chest, and face were splattered with blood, as was the sword she gripped tightly in one hand. In the other hand, smoke curled up and away from the barrel of a fully functional rifle. This version of Mira had no regrets, no second thoughts about what she’d done. Cold, harsh, and violent Psionic energy simmered up and away from her. Spitting blood, she said;

“I beat Manaaki. I don’t give a damn what it cost because I won, Maki’s Queen, and Manaaki’s dead.”

The presence was offering Mira a choice. All three of these outcomes were possible. Perhaps there might even be others.

Mira stood there, gazing at each possible outcome in turn. She was vaguely aware of other copies of herself shuffling about in the fog, but it was impossible to make them out. Behind Mira, the presence waited patiently.

The offer hadn’t changed. All Mira had to do was say yes or no.

IT IS NOT YET YOUR TIME.


BUT IT COULD BE.

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Thus does the End of the Cycle enter the scene!

Manaaki is a monster here. I presume that he mind-controlled his puppet queen because he wanted to rule without having to share power?

Has this entity always been waiting for Mira? How are we defining always? This cycle? It probably wasn't waiting longer than that, although I guess it did need a host to act against Akira... Wait, then, why did it ever leave Mira if its goal was to attack Akira later?

What's beyond the Shroud? I don't think we ever learned that information.
 
Thus does the End of the Cycle enter the scene!
All these years later, I can understand why so few Stellaris writers take the End of the Cycle in their stories. It's a difficult topic to tackle without instantly raising the stakes to a level you cannot back away from.

I love writing about Psionic characters and epic magic battles, but it's going to be a long time before I revisit the End of the Cycle in a Stellaris Story, if ever.

Personally, I've got my fingers crossed that @CBR JGWRR might explore the concept in Life 2.0. I really like to see how other writers explore Stellaris-style Psionics, since I locked myself into writing with the same "magic system" for five years straight. o_O

Manaaki is a monster here. I presume that he mind-controlled his puppet queen because he wanted to rule without having to share power?
An absolute monster, yes. He Dominated Aronui as soon as he picked her to be the next Queen. After putting up with Haki for years, Manaaki was through beating around the bush.

Has this entity always been waiting for Mira? How are we defining always? This cycle?
I defined always as "from the beginning of the Cycle until this moment."

Wait, then, why did it ever leave Mira if its goal was to attack Akira later? [The Battle at the End of Time]
Two answers here:
  • Out of Universe: When I started writing Faith in Chaos, the Battle at the End of Time was a completely different affair. Originally, Akira was going to be attacked by "The Unholy Alliance," a second team of time travellers who were actively hunting Akira. Sometime around Chapter 2.2 is when I decided to replace the Unholy Alliance with the End of the Cycle. The whole sequence was re-written rather clumsily in hindsight.
  • In-universe: The End of the Cycle deemed Mira to be a poor avenue of attack. Mira exhausted her Psionic powers during the final chapter of After Everything, meaning she no longer had the Gift.
What's beyond the Shroud? I don't think we ever learned that information.
Oh, I don't think anyone's ever asked about that!

In AE, FiC, and SB, I included sly references to the Unbidden, one of the endgame crises in Stellaris. They are living in a plane of existence "just beyond the Shroud."

This bit of narration also allowed me to leave the door open for parallel universes and alternative realities/dimensions, well-known staples of science fiction.

Alternate dimensions were an idea I briefly considered for the Stormbreaker Universe back in 2016 but never followed through on.

Can you imagine? A twisted version of the Stormbreaker Universe where the ADVENT Coalition set up shop on Partoga instead of Earth... an alternate reality where Jericho is a male Levakian... a dimension where the whole story plays out on a chain of islands in the ocean instead of deep space. The possibilities would have been endless!
 
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The problem with the End Of The Cycle route is precisely that - Naomi is absolutely conscious that it would be a Faustian Pact. Which means she can't take it unless she can kill The End Of The Cycle before it can kill her, or, limit the collateral damage to an acceptable level. And the latter isn't the End Of The Cycle, not properly, while the former has some difficulties.
 
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So I've been hard at work on Chapter Five, but we're going to have to wait a little while before it gets posted.

The final chapter of After Everything was the longest chapter I have ever written for the Stormbreaker Universe. Since then, I have never written a post that exceeded those numbers. It clocks in at a totally insane 21188 words across 50 pages. Purging the chapter of errors and cleaning it up is quite a project. Even the 2019 physical book version is rife with typos. (embarrassing to think about, I thought I got them all :confused:)

I fully expect it will be done this week. I'm going to separate the Epilogue from Chapter Five, which should shorten the final product a bit.


In the meantime, I want to share a moment of stupid fun that happened yesterday:

Some of the soldiers in my National Guard unit (who read my stories semi-regularly) asked why my next story Song of the Solitaire is going to center around a male protagonist. My buddies have gotten used to women fronting up all but one of my Stellaris Stories, and still occasionally demand I exceed the PG-13 rating. :oops: Short answer, I'm shaking things up a little. Song of the Solitaire is going to have an overwhelmingly male cast, with only four named female characters so far, highly unusual for one of my stories.

However, this weekend we did have a funny conversation about the large number of female protagonists who've appeared in my stories up to now. Someone pointed out that I've had more than enough leading ladies in my stories to stage a season of The Bachelor.

So we did!

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About two dozen characters were left off the roster, and we still managed to plug a full house into the Bachelor Simulator website. We had a fun evening messing around with the concept and joking about this ridiculous Bachelor simulation we ran. (also, I now live in a world where nsfw fanart of one of my characters exists)

I have never watched an episode of The Bachelor, but I have to assume the show is completely ridiculous if this is the sort of stuff they do to make a first impression. But hey, it made for a great Saturday evening hangout with friends.


See you later this week for the final chapter! :D
 
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Chapter Five
Author's notes: Holy Jericho! The longest chapter in the Stormbreaker Universe is back with a vengeance!! o_O

After a weeklong series of edits, Chapter Five has been reduced in length from it's original wordcount of 21188 to just a mere... paltry... mercifully short... 20474.


The Epilogue will be posted tomorrow, along with the final preview of my next Stellaris Story, Song of the Solitaire.

Thanks for reading! :)

Chapter Five

“She was holding it?! Holding the module in both hands?!”

Maki wasn’t expecting anyone to answer her. She was still in a state of shock and disbelief. The young Queen was sitting on a stool in the infirmary next to her Aunt Mira, who had been unconscious ever since the Hyperspace Jump an hour ago. While Maki held on to one of Mira’s hands tightly, the other was being gripped by Tai and Moana, both of whom looked shaken. On the other side of the room the two Captains, Rangi and Aranui, were in deep conversation with Kahu, Admiral Apanui, and Kahu’s father, Prince Kahurangi.

An incident like this couldn’t be explained away. Moana and Anahera gave Captain Rangi the go-ahead to reveal Mira’s Psionic powers to his superiors and a very select number of lower officers. Word had gone up the chain of command until Maki had finally been made aware of the situation.

Several people tried to stop the teenage ruler from entering the infirmary, saying that “radiation burn victims look like nightmare-people” and “you’ll get sick just looking at her.” Maki didn’t care. For the foreseeable future, Mira was her only family, and Maki was going to see her no matter what.

Maki never believed in magic, but this personal conviction was thrown into doubt when she saw Mira lying on that gurney. Her Aunt had no radiation burns, her blood hadn’t boiled away, her skin was unbroken, every hair on her head remained attached, and most importantly of all: Mira wasn’t dead. Aside from the fact that she was in a coma-like state, there was nothing wrong with Mira at all.

“It’s never happened before,” said Acting Medic Anahera Mita, who was looking at a computer readout of Mira’s heart rate. “Never, in the history of spaceflight has someone survived direct physical contact with an active Hyperdrive system, let alone its core module. We’ll be studying this data for decades!”

Maki didn’t care. She wanted to know why Mira wasn’t waking up.

The Prince broke off from the group and moved to stand at Mira’s bedside. He put a hand on Mira’s arm for a moment before he spotted Maki looking at him and withdrawing it. The elderly Prince cast around for something to say;

“I never would have imagined it. Never even thought it possible. I mean of course, we all heard stories of Levakian Witches during the old Uprising, or of the Human Templars and ADVENT’s Avatar Project during the Second Hyperspace War. I never... ever thought that one day a Partogan might receive the Gift. But... why her?”

Moana shuffled uncomfortably on the spot. When she spoke, she didn’t address anyone in particular. Her eyes remained locked on the right-hand cargo pocket of Mira’s pant leg.

“She was acting different the last couple days. Manaaki Ranginui was attacking her telepathically, and I think-“

Captain Rangi looked over at Moana.

“Is that what was wrong with her?” He asked, “When she collapsed right before we tried to take the bridge back?”

Moana nodded without looking at him. Maki noticed Moana’s lack of attention and started slowly making her way to the other side of the bed. Moana slid to one side and didn’t say anything as Maki stood close to her. Maki was about to say something when she heard Moana whisper a nearly silent command:

“Whiu. I need a distraction.”

Tai broke from the group immediately and touched Prince Kahurangi on the shoulder,

“Your Highness,” he asked quietly, “May I ask you something?”

While Tai and Prince Kahurangi moved off, Moana nudged Maki and whispered,

“You see it too, right?”

Maki nodded very slowly. She too had spotted the piece of paper sticking partway out of Mira’s cargo pocket with the words Last will and t- just barely visible. Moana started to reach out for it while Maki turned her head towards the other people in the room.

“Go.”

Moana snatched the sheet out of Mira’s pocket swiftly and silently. Maki spoke to Admiral Apanui at the same moment:

“Admiral, how much longer until we’re back at the Homeworld? Go check on the fleet.”

Apanui nodded to her.

“Yes, Your Majesty. Right away.” He replied.

He took Rangi and Aranui with him to the bridge. About a minute after they reached the top of the ladder to Deck One, Aranui called down to the infirmary:

“Koraku! Get up here! The Dervish is calling for you!”

Kahu left as well. It was just Maki, Moana, Tai, Prince Kahurangi, and Anahera left in the infirmary now. Somehow, Tai had managed to start up a conversation about the Visonia Principality. (Which was ruled by Kahurangi) Tai knew Anahera was from that part of the Kingdom and at the slightest provocation she joined the conversation, allowing Tai to stealthily slip away, leaving Prince Kahurangi to answer a barrage of questions from his subject.

Tai rejoined Maki and Moana by Mira’s bed. They formed a small huddle and looked down at the scrap of paper Moana had retrieved.

“Last will and testament of Taka Mihaka?” Tai read quietly so Kahurangi wouldn’t hear. “Is she part of your family, Your Majesty?”

Maki nodded,

“She was my Grandmother and Mira’s mom.” Maki explained, “She was Queen Kendra the Second.”

Moana stared at Kendra’s will and traced her finger over the Levakian letters.

“Why didn’t she just write in Partogan?” Moana wondered aloud. “Wouldn’t she want everyone to read it?”

The three of them stared at the paper for a little while longer. Then Tai abruptly startled!

“Wait a minute!” he hissed, “Moana, remember when we were observing Amadiio?”

“Yes.”

“The giant Levakian writing on the ground?”

“I remember.”

“Who was the guy that knew how to read Levakian?”

But before Moana could answer, Maki saw a big shadow cross the periphery of her vision, she nudged Moana and hissed:

“Look out!”

“Read Levakian?” Repeated Prince Kahurangi, “You must be talking about my son! Kahu is trilingual, you know. Partogan, Levakian, the Galactic Common. He even started learning a couple of Human languages after Mira published Fate of the Savior. Let me go get him for you!”

“Oh no!” said Tai quickly, “You don’t need to do that! We’re fine!”

But it was too late. Prince Kahurangi was already up the ladder, sticking his head up into Deck One and calling for his son. Moana, Tai, and Maki all gave each other panicked looks.

“What do we do?” Moana hissed,

Both she and Tai looked at Maki, who stumbled over her words at first when she struggled to make a plan, but quickly recovered as one came to mind.

“W-w-we- we tell him it’s mine. It’s a keepsake Mira gave me before she left.”

“He might not buy that,” Tai warned.

Maki’s confidence made her puff out her chest a little.

I’m the Queen.” Maki reminded them, “What I say goes, and I say Aunt Mira gave that to me three years ago.”

Right as Maki snatched the will out of Moana’s hands Prince Kahurangi and Commodore Koraku descended the ladder. Kahu looked a little confused.

“Your Majesty, did you need a translation?” he asked,

Maki straightened up, put on what Moana and Tai could only describe as an “unfathomable game-face” and said;

“Yes. This is an old document that Mira gave me when I was little. She says my Grandmother wrote it, but it’s in Levakian, so we don’t know what it says. I’d like you to read and translate for me.”

Kahu took Taka’s will, and with Maki, Moana, Tai, Moe, and his father all watching, he began to read aloud…



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The End of the Cycle was very patient. It could wait forever. In fact, it had already done so a little over a hundred times before, and it already knew it would have to wait forever just once more after this. Then it would finally rest.

Mira was overwhelmed. After everything that had happened over the past couple of days, her mind seemed to be working much more slowly than usual. She tried to consider all of the implications, the possible repercussions, and any feasible alternatives. She just couldn’t. Mira was far too tired and too exhausted to think straight, especially when confronted with an offer that seemed too good to refuse.

IT IS NOT YET YOUR TIME.

BUT IT COULD BE.


Power, knowledge, and wealth beyond measure were again being offered.

If only she brought forth the end.

Unable to think critically, Mira began rationalizing to herself, trying to justify the choice she was about to make. What is the end I’m supposed to “bring forth?” How bad could it be? She thought to herself.

“Bring forth the end?” That’s so vague… it could be anything. The end of what? The mission? The war? My life? The whole world? The end of WHAT!?

IT WILL BE THE END.

It can’t be as bad as the alternative. This is better than letting Manaaki win, right?

THERE WILL BE A RECKONING.

I’m tough, I’m strong. I can definitely handle whatever payment this thing asks for.

BRING FORTH THE END.

Oh, it’s still better than letting Maki face Manaaki. I’d rather do this than watch everyone I care about die… right?

IT IS NOT YET YOUR TIME.

Mira was having trouble keeping her eyes open. The nightmarish monster remained in place every time she blinked. The terrifying blood-red eyes stared intensely into Mira’s friendly bright purple ones, and she held the gaze, trying hard not to blink.

BUT IT COULD BE.

Slowly, Mira raised and offered her right hand.

The End of the Cycle extended one gnarled, ghoulish appendage. As it reached out to Mira, the hand-like structure at the end of the appendage burst into bright blue flames. Mira and the End of the Cycle grasped one another in a gesture that just barely qualified as a “handshake” and blue fire raced up Mira’s arm, stopping just short of her elbow. There was no pain.

Three and only three words were spoken.

AFTER THE END.

It took a single instant after Mira relinquished the End of the Cycle for her mind to abruptly return to its full strength. In that instant, she processed tens of thousands of thoughts and Mira suddenly understood the full magnitude of what she’d done.

Mira knew exactly what she had just committed… and by the time the End of the Cycle cast her out of the Shroud and back into consciousness… she was already starting to have regrets.



Mira sat upright in the infirmary bed so quickly that Anahera screamed out loud. Maki’s face lost all its color, and Prince Kahurangi’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly like a fish out of water. Everyone stared at Mira like they’d just been caught eavesdropping on something very private.

Well at least this time, none of Mira’s ribs were broken. Breathing deeply, Mira looked from one terrified face to the next until she spotted Moana.

“Uhg, hey, Moana. How long was I out? Where’s Anahera?”

She needn’t have asked. The expression on Tai’s face said it all. He was caught somewhere between fear and fascination. Mira was vaguely aware of what everyone was thinking, and echoes of their thoughts fluttered into an out of the forefront of Mira’s mind.

How much did she hear? What if she already knows? What’s wrong with her eyes?!

Moana seemed to be trembling. After being prodded in the back by Prince Kahurangi, she took a cautious step towards Mira.

“M-Mira?” she asked cautiously, “Are you okay?”

Mira moved sideways off the bed and stood up, facing her friend.

“I feel good!” she answered. “I think it worked! I was able to do what I needed to do, anyway.”

Mira really didn’t want to admit to making a pact with that... monster. It was shameful to think about. Moana didn’t seem satisfied with that answer though. As she shuffled in place nervously, Maki and Kahu Koraku stepped towards Mira. They both looked scared and another one of Maki’s thoughts crossed into Mira’s mind:

Does she already know?

Somehow, Mira knew they had taken her mother’s will before Kahu actually held it up to show her. She also knew what he was going to say next and headed him off,

“No,” said Mira. “I don’t know what it says.”

Kahu read Queen Kendra’s will aloud again:

“This is my will: After I am dead, I bequeath the Green Star, my throne, and my power as a final gift to my daughter. Mira shall become Queen and rule after me. It is my will.”

Silence. Mira’s brain seemed to have stalled. Then, as Tai pulled the paper out of Kahu’s hand so that he could read it, the final puzzle pieces clicked together in her mind. So that’s why Maki was suddenly so scared. That’s why Kahurangi was so interested in marrying into the Mihaka family. That’s why Manaaki seemed to have a grudge against the Mihaka family and everyone connected to them!

Queen Kendra had tried to turn Partoga into a hereditary monarchy with Mira as the anchor-point of a Dynasty. The throne would have passed from mother to daughter. Under such a system, the only way to gain power would be to either supplant or join the ruling family, so Kahurangi had tried to elbow his way into the Mihaka family via marriage. At the same time, The Ranginui clan would have been shut out of power if Kendra (or perhaps Mira) had consolidated her own rule. The Mihaka Dynasty would have had total control, and shared power with no one. In spite of Manaaki’s interference, the dynasty had happened without Mira, the throne simply skipping a generation.

She pushed past Maki and Kahu, walked right up to Prince Kahurangi and said,

“You knew. Who else?”

“Over half of the National Assembly.” Kahurangi replied, “And most of the military leadership. The plan to empower the throne is older than you, Mihaka. Your mother, our allies. We’ve had this in the works for decades. It’s just gone wrong... went so very wrong.”

Mira turned away from Kahurangi and looked at everyone else. Moana, Anahera, Tai, and Kahu were all watching her anxiously. Mira could sense a common thought they all shared: The four of them were wondering how Mira’s treatment of her niece would be affected by this development. Maki herself was partially hidden behind Moana, gazing out at her aunt with trembling eyes.

Kendra had tried to pass the throne on to her daughter.

Mira should have been Queen from the start.

She took a few steps towards Maki. At once, Moana, Tai, and Anahera all grouped together, shielding the teenaged ruler from Mira’s view. Mira paused and raised both hands above her heart,

“I know what you’re thinking... I’m not gonna do that.”

A pair of little hands pushed Anahera and Moana apart. Maki stepped in front of her aunt, and they locked eyes.

“Well...” Said Maki, her voice trembling. “Let’s get this over with.”

Mira bent down towards Maki, prompting loud gasps from the Kahurangi and Anahera, who were both expecting an act of regicidal violence. Maki crossed her arms across her chest defensively, lowered her head, and closed her eyes....

And opened them again when she realized Mira was hugging her. Aunt and niece embraced tightly.

“I said you’d always be my Queen, Max.” Mira choked through tears, “I’ll never take that back. I’ll support you right up to the end.”

Maki and Mira pulled apart. The atmosphere in the infirmary had changed significantly. Things were a little more relaxed. The two looked around the room at their comrades.

“There’s only one thing left to do... isn’t there?” said Mira.

Moana nodded. Then she pointed to the ladder which led up to Deck One.

“It’s right below us, Mira, if you wanna see it.”

One by one, everyone began to climb the ladder. Mira was the second-to-last person to climb, and for a few moments, she was alone in the infirmary with Tai. He grasped her hand and pull her back to him.

“I just wanted to say...” he said slowly, “I really appreciate you for standing by your family after everything that’s happened, even after...”

He slipped Queen Kendra’s will back into Mira’s palm.

“I guess I’m trying to say; you’ve got my respect, and my support. No matter what happens. Okay?”

While Tai ascended the ladder, Mira folded up the paper and stuffed it back into her pocket. She was just about to climb the ladder when a quick flash of red caught her eye. Mira looked up to see what it was.

A short distance away from the ladder, a mirror was mounted to the wall and reflected the infirmary. Mira spotted someone in the reflection she didn’t recognize, and took step after step towards the mirror until she was right in front of it.

A complete stranger looked out of the mirror at Mira. This person had many physical features similar to Mira. They too were shorter and skinnier than the average 38-year-old Partogan. Like Mira, the stranger had high cheekbones, a small bust, and waist-length hair.

Mira reached up and ran a hand though her shiny silver locks. Simultaneously, the stranger did the same with their monochromatic snow-white hair. Mira blinked her friendly purple eyes. The stranger blinked their empty red eyes. Mira reached a hand up to feel the smooth skin on her face. In the mirror, the stranger inspected the wrinkles on her own face before running a finger along a scar that ran from the top of her forehead to the middle of her left cheek.

Mira was interrupted by a yell from above,

“Mira! We’re crossing the terminator! Come see!”

She pulled away from the mirror, hopefully leaving the apparition behind. Mira climbed up to the Sensor Suite and then crossed over to the Midak’s bridge.

Captain Rangi, Captain Aranui, Maki, Moana, Tai, Anahera, Kahu, and Kahurangi were all there alongside nearly half of the Midak’s crew. The viewscreen was already pulled down, and the image it displayed enraptured Mira just as it had done everyone else:

Just two hundred Kios below the Midak was Partoga. The Homeworld.

As it rose over the horizon, the orange light of Trecta sparkled across the Silver Sea and stained the clouds a deep red. Maki held her aunt’s arm with both hands as the massive Levakian continent slowly receded from view. It filled most of the viewscreen as the landmass stretched north, south, and west. It covered one whole (unseen from this angle) hemisphere in rolling hills, gentle-sloped mountains, wide lakebeds, and deep gorges, which marked the spot where great rivers had flowed some six hundred years ago. The Tren Krom peninsula jutted out and away from the continent, growing narrower and loosing elevation as it went until it simply merged with the Silver Sea.

Next, the broken islands of E-Ena came into view. Long and thin like snakes, they weaved their way across the ocean like pieces of straw caught in a stream.

“Here it comes!” breathed Kahurangi.

Dawn was beginning to break over the Partogan continent. First came the Boron Desert and the sparkling city of Candon along the coastline. Then the hills began to grow bigger and bigger, while to the north, the desert gave way to swampy marshland. In turn, the marshes in the north yielded to great squares of cultivated farmland. The Visonian terrace farms gave the northern part of Partoga a welcome splash of color.

Anika was the first to spot it.

“There it is!”

The Unnamed Mountain was so wide and tall that its early-morning shadow stretched hundreds of Kios to the west; all the way from Archer’s Canyon to Partoga City. The entire western half of the continent was covered in cityscape. Just as it had done for six hundred years, the Mountain’s shadow had divided the city into thirds. The northern and southern portions of the metropolis were bathed in sun and glittered like dew in the morning light. The center of the city was still shrouded in darkness and glowed with millions of artificial lights instead.

Once the whole Partogan continent had crossed into daylight Mira slowly became aware of the fact that she and everyone else on the bridge had just spent nearly an hour watching the sunrise. It was the perfect homecoming. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

That warm, comfortable feeling didn’t last. As the Midak passed over the rugged hills which made up the Visonian Highlands, a huge gouge in the landmass came into view. Archer’s Canyon was mind-numbingly deep, while being only a Kio across at its widest. It marred the face of the continent like a stab wound. Running northwest away from the Mountain, the canyon formed the northern border of Partoga city. The urban sprawl became rolling hills and farmland for only a few Kios before the battlefront could be seen.

Mira, Moana, Tai, and Anika all gasped as they saw the siegeworks around Fort Miranda. The installation itself was just barely visible from space, but the web-like network of trenches surrounding it were too easy to spot. In many places, huge squares had been dug, allowing artillery pieces and tanks to hide below ground level. Other parts of the battlefield were engulfed in smoke, suggesting that the fighting hadn’t stopped in Maki’s absence. Fort Miranda was surrounded on three sides. Archer’s Canyon lay just a short distance to the North, preventing escape in that direction.

Maki turned to face the group at large.

“Manaaki and the False Queen are both down there. Commodore. Tell Admiral Apanui that I want any crew he can spare shuttled down to my command center. Captain Aranui, we have to soften up Fort Miranda before the troops go in. The Bushranger’s going to drop any nukes it has left on the Fort as soon as we get there. Get the ship and crew ready to leave.”

While the officers split up to carry out Maki’s orders, the young Queen grabbed her aunt by the arm.

“I need to talk to you.”

Maki pulled Mira down the trapdoor and into the Radiation Shelter below.

As soon as they were alone. Maki put both hands on her hips and said,

“How long have you been a witch?”

Well, this talk was going to happen sooner or later. Mira closed her eyes and chose her answer carefully.

“About a year and a half.” She replied, “Ever since Manaaki started using his powers.”

Mira was telling a half-truth. She had never told anyone about the Shroud-Beings and it was going to stay that way. Maki gave her aunt a concerned look.

“Okay, what magic did you do with the Hyperspace Module?” she asked. “Captain Rangi had his techs go over every piece of it and they say you didn't do anything to it.”

“I didn’t change the module-” Mira started, but Maki interrupted.

“Oh, I figured that out,” Maki said, “You still did something though. I don’t know what it was and that scares me, Mira. You’re scaring me.”

Mira wanted to admit that she was scared too, but that would involve mentioning the Shroud-Beings or at the very least hinting about them. No, Maki shouldn’t have to share in Mira’s mistake. Mira decided that no one but herself would deal with the reckoning when it came.

Mira pulled her niece in close and whispered,

“I’m sorry about scaring you, Max. But I had to do that.”

Mira knelt down to Maki’s level, looked her niece in the eye, and said;

“Manaaki Ranginui is a witch, too. He’s got powers like me.”

Maki curled her hands into fists.

“I knew it!” she said, “Okay, I didn’t exactly know that, but I always thought there was something wrong with him-”

Maki stopped talking and put a hand to her mouth,

“W-wait... I didn’t mean to say that.”

Mira sighed and shook her head.

“It’s okay Maki.” She said, “It’s important that you know what’s going to happen. Manaaki and I have all the same powers you learned about in Levakian History class. You know what the Levakians did to our armies during the Uprising, right?”

Maki nodded, Mira went on.

“Maki, I need you to promise me something. When we get down to the surface... to Fort Miranda... let me be the first to fight Manaaki.”

At once, Maki opened her mouth and started protesting, but Mira talked over her,

“Maki, listen. LISTEN! I think I found a way to beat Manaaki, but it means I have to do some dangerous and scary things. I swear I’m only doing this... only using my powers to help you. Please believe me, Max. This is all for you.”

Maki’s lip trembled. She was clearly thinking about defying her aunt. Finally, she said.

“You can’t go alone.”

It was Maki’s turn to talk over Mira.

“There’s too much that could go wrong!” Maki countered before Mira could start, “And we’ve both lost a lot of friends already. I don’t want to start losing my family too. So, I’ll let you take the first strike on him, but you have to go with at least a squad. Either a group of Free Army soldiers or some of your shipmates need to go with you. Take someone you can trust to give you backup, understand? No. Fighting. Alone.”

As Maki crossed her arms, Mira felt pride again for her niece. Maki clearly didn’t need anyone’s help to lay down the law. Mira smiled at Maki,

“Okay.” Mira acquiesced, “It’s a deal.”

Maki smiled mischievously,

“Who said I was offering you a deal?” She said, “You didn’t have another option. I’m the Queen, remember?”

The two hugged more tightly than ever.

“Let’s go home,” Mira muttered, “And I’ll put you on the throne myself.”

Maki and her Kuhina Nui returned to the Dervish to make preparations for planet fall. Meanwhile, because the Midak’s hull was still ruptured, Captain Rangi decided that the science ship would be left behind. Her crew would return to the surface using other means. It only took about half an hour to transfer all of the weapons and ammunition brought from Earth to the Dervish. Then once the last cache of weapons was gone, Rangi gave the order to abandon ship.

It didn’t really strike Mira that she was leaving the Midak for the final time until she pulled down her backpack’s shoulder straps and stepped out of her darkened quarters. The ship was eerily silent. The familiar hum of the engines had finally stopped for the first time in nearly three years. The dull hiss of the life support systems was gone. Many of the lights and computers were turned off. With each step Mira took towards the trapdoor leading down to the Bushranger, she felt lighter and lighter on her feet as the artificial gravity plating slowly powered down.

This is the Captain. The Midak is now commencing system shutdown. If anyone is still aboard, please report to the Bushranger on Deck Four. The Midak will be uninhabitable in five minutes.”

Rangi’s message echoed throughout the empty halls of the Midak. Mira was the only person still aboard. She’d doubled back to her quarters to grab the contents of the box her father had given her at the start of this journey. The rest of the crew was already gone. Some were aboard the Dervish, which was flying alongside the Midak now. Others had boarded the first shuttlecraft bound for the surface. Anahera had said something about being the first Midak crewmember to return to the Homeworld, and Moe Kaa had gone with her. The few who had remained were now waiting for Mira aboard the Bushranger, which was still docked to the Midak’s underside.

Main Drives offline. Navigation offline. Life support offline. Hyperspace Module offline.”

Mira walked through the disabled Hyperspace Module and brushed the inert core with her hand. She gave it a grateful little pat, then crossed the threshold into Radiation Shelter Three.

“Laboratories offline. Artificial Gravity generator offline. Power plant offline. Auxiliary power source disabled.”

The only light was from the trapdoor, coming from the interior of the Bushranger. The only sounds were the voices of the five Partogans who were going to fly down to the surface aboard the Bushranger.

"The Midak is standing down...”

Moana pulled the hatchway shut as Mira boarded the gunship. Then she threw a lever which severed the umbilical cables between the Midak and Bushranger.

“That’s everyone!” Moana called up to the cockpit. “Cut us loose!”

In the Bushranger’s cockpit, Anika cut the last connections to the Midak, and the Bushranger fell away from the science ship that had carried her halfway across the galaxy. Mira, Moana, Tai, Anika, Kahu, and Captain Rangi all looked up through the windows to take one final look at the Midak.

Before it receded completely into oblivion, the Midak was fully illuminated by the orange light of Trecta. The nose of the ship was still slightly crumpled from the time when it had flown headlong into a space mine. Four brown squares in the underside marked the spot where the science ship’s landing legs had retreated to after their departure from Earth, and Mira could see a gruesome rupture in the hull which marked the spot where the Midak’s communication’s tower had once stood.

Beside her, Captain Rangi sighed,

“She sure was a good ship.”

Anika put a hand over her heart in a kind of salute.

“Farewell, Midak. We thank you.”

Mira stuffed her backpack under one of the gunner seats, sat down, and belted herself in. The others took their places as well. Mira took one last look out the window, trying to spot the Midak, but it was gone. Now the only thing she could see was the blue and brown surface of Partoga below.

“Re-entry in two minutes!” Anika called out from the cockpit. “Everyone hold on to your lunch!”

The Bushranger pierced Partoga’s upper atmosphere. On her starboard side, the Dervish did the same. The two warships, engulfed in light and heat, screamed through the air like fireballs! Mira was pressed back into her seat as the gravity of her home planet began to have a stronger and stronger effect on her. The blackness of space faded away from the windows, replaced by the pale blue Partogan sky.

“Entering lower atmosphere!” reported Moana, “Disengaging closed-cycle engines and activating nuclear ramjet engines!”

The Bushranger shuddered violently as its nuclear power plant roared to life! Flying side by side, the Bushranger and the Dervish leveled out their altitude and turned north, powering towards Archer’s Canyon and Fort Miranda. Looking out the port-side window, Mira saw Partoga City sprawling across the landscape below the two ships. Dense columns of black smoke rose up from several parts of the city and flowed lazily out to sea. Out the starboard windows, Mira could just make out the Unnamed Mountain in the distance. The sacred Crater Lake at the summit was hidden from view by clouds.

Then the cityscape below started thinning out. Skyscrapers gave way to suburban neighborhoods, which in turn became small towns separated by just a few half-Kios of farmland. Then the farmland also stopped as the terrain became rugged and hilly. Mira knew what was coming, but was still nowhere near ready for it to appear.

No map, photograph, drawing, satellite photo, or model of any kind could do justice to Archer’s Canyon. It appeared suddenly, splitting the land apart as sharply as though the whole planet had been carved with a knife. The canyon was so narrow that it was crossed by multiple suspension bridges, yet so mind-numbingly deep that Mira didn’t see the bottom in the second or two the Bushranger was directly over it. The canyon walls simply descended further and further into shadow until there was nothing left to see.

The warships turned again and began to fly East, following Archer’s Canyon to their final destination. Slowly, the sky outside Mira’s window began to fill with smoke until there was a constant haze outside. Before Mira could get a good look outside though, Anika yelled;

“They’ve target-locked us! Hang on everyone!”

The Bushranger and the Dervish both executed evasive maneuvers. Banking hard to starboard, Mira would have fallen out of her seat if she hadn’t been buckled in. A dull thudding noise told her that anti-missile flares had just been fired away from the Bushranger. Looking to her right and out of Moana’s window, Mira got her first glimpse of Fort Miranda.

It was in very bad shape. Bomb craters overlapped one another as if trying to claim as much of the Fort for themselves as possible. Dozens of buildings had been gutted, their walls standing while the roofs had collapsed into the interior. It was impossible to tell where the roads had been, they were bombed into rubble.

Then they were over friendly lines. The Bushranger was now so close to the ground that Mira could see hundreds of Partogan soldiers waving their arms and celebrating the arrival of friendly warships. An Air Superiority Fighter pulled up alongside the Bushranger and tipped its wing to the newcomers.

While the Dervish performed a vertical landing near a large building that Mira guessed was Maki’s Command Center, the Bushranger swooped around the Monarchist base and landed on a grass runway. Her tires made a deep rumbling sound as they churned up the vegetation beneath them. Finally, after rolling through most of the unpaved runway, the Bushranger came to a full and complete stop.

They were home.

As soon as the Bushranger’s boarding ramp dropped down, everyone aboard was hit in the face with hot summer air, mixed with the smell of freshly trampled grass and a hint of gunpowder. After being cooped up aboard the Midak for so long and getting used to the foreign smells of Earth, nobody was ready for such a reintroduction to their Homeworld.

Not even waiting for the engines to finish powering down, Anika raced down the ramp, fell to her knees and pulled a handful of grass out of the ground. She smelled it as though it were the first time she had ever seen grass. Tai and Moana stared at the Unnamed Mountain as though they’d never properly seen it before while Mira simply walked in a big circle around the Bushranger, taking in the wonderful crunching sensation of Visonian Wheatgrass under her boots.

Mira was the first one to spot the convoy of vehicles coming towards the Bushranger. Armored trucks, troop carriers, and even a couple of battle tanks all drove onto the grass runway and parked in front of the Bushranger. The seven crewmates all came together to see who was about to greet them.

A Partogan soldier jumped own from a battle tank and ran forward towards Mira. She could see that his “Partogan Royal Army” patch had been covered up by another one which said “Free Partogan Army.”

“You Mihaka?” He asked, raising his voice because of how loud the Bushranger’s engines were. Mira nodded,

“Her Majesty just landed,” the soldier explained, “She wants to see you in her Command Center right now.”

Mira, Moana, Anika, Rangi, Tai, and Kahu were hastily loaded onto one of the trucks designed for troop transport while a crew of workers descended upon the Bushranger.

“Your ship will be fine,” said the soldier as he walked back to his tank. “They’re just refueling and re-arming it.”

It only took a few minutes to drive from the runway to the Command Center, but Mira loved every second of it. She sat near the back of the truck and watched the countryside race by. She could tell by the rolling hills and abundance of golden wheatgrass that she was in Visonia, the most beautiful Principality in all of the Kingdom.

The beauty was short-lived though. The convoy rounded another hillside and returned to the battlefield. Burned out hulks of tanks, bomb craters, and the occasional corpse slid in and out of view as Mira and her companions were brought closer and closer to Maki's Command Center.

The building itself looked as though it had been built in a great hurry. (It was) The outer walls and roof seemed to be repurposed pieces of shipping containers. High ranking officers hustled and bustled out of the one and only door while a radio tower above the structure was so heavily adorned with transmitters, receivers, and transceivers that it looked like it was going to fall over at any moment.

Mira and her friends were escorted to the Operations Room, the nerve center of the building. The operations room reminded Mira of the Mission Control center at Space Command’s headquarters in Candon. Rows and rows of computer workspaces faced towards a huge screen on the far side of the room. Soldiers and officers were analyzing and compiling combat data across all of these screens and updating the big digital map of Fort Miranda on the wall, giving Mira a real-time look at the fighting taking place just a few Kios away from here.

At the front of the room, Maki was already there. She had changed outfits and was now wearing a heavy-looking military combat uniform. She tore her eyes away from the big screen and ran across the room to the Bushranger crew.

“You’re here! Good!” Maki said. Then she pointed to everyone except Mira, “You five, go down that hall to the left and see Quartermaster Tamaki. He’ll get you some uniforms, armor, and weapons. Mira, come with me.”

“What’s going on?” Mira asked as Maki lead her to a door leading out of the Operations Room.

“Enemy troops saw you flying overhead,” Maki explained, “One of them came to us with a white flag as soon as my ship landed. Says ‘Queen Miranda’ wants to talk.”

“What’ll you do?” Mira said,

Maki ushered Mira into the room. Looking around, Mira saw that it was a former office that had been rapidly converted into a bedroom for Maki. The young Queen threw open the door of a large wardrobe and spoke while she searched for something inside;

“We’re going to try and negotiate. They know we’ve got the Bushranger now, and we already made it clear that their forces are outnumbered and surrounded. We’re gonna try to get the Theocrats to surrender.”

Maki pulled back from the wardrobe for a second and looked at her Aunt’s torso and waist,

“Ugh, Mira, you have a space-body.” she continued talking and searching, “Anyway, I want you to come with me to meet the False Queen. If we can just convince her that she’s living at the end of a gun-barrel, maybe...”

Maki withdrew from the wardrobe again. She was holding a female variant of the Partogan Royal Army uniform: almost entirely identical to the male version except for the chainmail undershirt, which was made from a more lightweight materiel than the male counterparts.

Mira stepped back,

“I’m not wearing that!” she protested, “Can’t you feel how heavy that thing is?!”

Maki rolled her eyes.

“Have you seen those bayonets the Green Guard use when they run out of bullets?” she asked incredulously, “This belonged to one of my bodyguards, so the anti-stab protection is reinforced. You’re wearing it, end of story.”

Mira had not seen such weapons. She had, however, found herself on the very wrong end of a pistol recently. She decided that a small amount of armor would be better than none at all. Maki passed the uniform to Mira and said she’d wait in the Operations Room. Mira quickly slipped off the backpack she’d been carrying since leaving the Midak and pulled out her Celestial Gauntlets. Then Mira pulled off her flight suit and donned the army uniform. To complete the ensemble, she put on the Celestial Gauntlets instead of the shooting gloves which had come with the uniform.

When Mira came out five minutes later, she felt significantly heavier than normal. The chainmail undershirt hugged Mira’s body and made breathing something of a chore. Mira felt just a little better when she saw her six friends struggling under the weight of similar uniforms.

“Here’s yours.” Captain Rangi said as he passed a Gauss Rifle to Mira. “You’ll get ammunition at the front. Good luck up there.”

“You’re not coming with us?” Mira asked,

“No.” Rangi replied, “Anika and I are going to pilot the Bushranger. If you can’t get the enemy to surrender, Her Majesty has already given us the green light to nuke Fort Miranda. So get out of there quick if things go south, okay?”

Mira shuddered, then nodded. Anika and Rangi both shook her hand one last time, then left the Command Center. Kahu, Moana, and Tai all came forward. They were armed and armored.

“Her Majesty says she wants us to stay together as a squad.” Said Moana, “She insisted.”

“Where’s Maki now?” Mira asked. Tai stuck his thumb out to the door.

“Convoy.”



There were thirty Kios of battlefield between Maki’s Command Center and the outer walls of Fort Miranda. Since the fort’s headquarters building was another thirty Kios beyond the walls, the enemy leadership had offered to meet Maki and her entourage at a break in the wall. The convoy consisted of twelve armored trucks and two Main Battle Tanks, one at the front and one bringing up the rear. Each vehicle flew a white flag from its cabin as the group advanced through the battlespace.

Mira, Maki, Tai, Moana, and Kahu were in the centermost armored truck and only had small portholes to look out of. What little of the outside Mira could see looked awful: A small Visonian farming town had been caught in the crossfire between the Monarchist and Theocratic forces. Every building taller than two stories had been leveled; what few remained were gutted by fire and reduced to husks. Dozens of pillars of smoke rose high into the air and blocked out the sun. The ground was blackened with soot and ash. Around the town’s periphery, hundreds of corpses were scattered in the farm fields, trenches, and roads.

“This is the village of Kahutara,” Kahu explained to Mira, “Six thousand farmers and their families used to live or work here. Most of them fled to Partoga City when the fighting started.”

“I hope they come back when the war’s over.” Said Mira, “The harvest is only about five months away.”

“Have you seen the ground, Mira?” Kahu responded, “There isn’t going to be a harvest this year.”

Mira’s group was silent for the rest of the journey. Maki had left her Kuhina Nui behind at the Command Center. He would run the war effort until she returned, and if Maki didn’t return... well, the war would be over, wouldn’t it?

As they convoy drew nearer and nearer to Fort Miranda, Mira began to sense Psi energy. Deep within her, the End of the Cycle stirred as it too became aware of who and what was nearby.

Then Mira lurched in her seat as the truck came to a stop. The driver banged his fist on the wall of the passenger compartment and said,

“We’re here. Troops are getting everything set up.”

Maki and Mira stepped off the back of the truck together. Their boots quickly turned grey from all of the ashes on the ground. Mira looked forward to the place where they would meet the enemy and her blood ran cold from terror.

The wall of Fort Miranda wasn’t just breached, it was annihilated. Normally, the reinforced concrete wall would have stood about nine Bios tall. Six Partogans could have stood on each other’s shoulders and still not be able to reach the top. The wall was also immensely thick at the base and narrow up top, which made climbing the smooth surface all the more difficult.

Today however, a twenty-Bio wide stretch of the wall was simply gone; reduced to little bits of shrapnel and debris scattered around the area. On the southern side of the wall, Maki’s convoy had formed a semi-circle around the breach, whilst a group of enemy vehicles (mostly trucks) had done the same on the northern side. In the center of the circle, right on the spot where the wall had once stood, someone had erected a white canopy tent. Mira saw that two members of the Green Guard and two soldiers of the Free Partogan Army were having a talk underneath the canopy. The Green Guards were much more heavily armed and armored than their adversaries. They finished their chat and returned to their sides of the divide.

The Monarchist soldiers approached Maki, saluted their Queen and said,

“The False Queen is here, your Majesty, and ready to talk to you. She asks you to bring only one other person with you and says she’ll do the same.”

Maki grabbed Mira’s hand.

“Okay, let’s do this.”

As Mira and Maki started walking to the canopy, Mira started to focus her mind and pool Psi energy. The monster dwelling inside of her made the process much easier and faster than it would have been otherwise. The Celestial Gauntlets crackled and hummed with energy.

Two people emerged from the watching crowd of Green Guard soldiers and advanced towards the meeting place. Mira recognized both of them on sight, but only she could detect the Psionic bond between them.

“Queen” Miranda the Fifth somehow looked even less healthy in person. Someone had picked out a large and baggy military uniform to conceal how skinny and emaciated she was, but her gaunt, skeletal face revealed the truth anyway. There were big bags under her purple eyes, which were so cloudy and unfocused that Mira would have wondered if Miranda had cataracts... if she hadn’t seen the Psionic shackles first.

Invisible to everyone except Mira, thin purple whips of Psi energy moved from Miranda’s hands, ankles, arms, neck, and head before enveloping and merging with the hand of the man holding them.

Manaaki Ranginui never took his eyes off of Mira as he approached the canopy. The Holy Father looked radically different from the first time Mira had seen him nearly three years ago. Already in his upper nineties, the man appeared to have aged at least twenty years. His white and green robes were stained, dirty, and seemed to hang off of his frame, which was narrow and boney. His white beard was messy and unkempt, while a bruise on his bald head suggested that even he had been unable to escape the action on the front lines.

As he drew closer, Mira could just make out the shadows of all four Shroud-Beings. The Whisperers in the Void, Instrument of Desire, and Composer of Strands all kept close to Manaaki out of fear. Not fear of the man, but of the monster that followed behind him. The Eater of Worlds stalked the ground in Manaaki’s footprints, giving off an aura of deep dissatisfaction.

All of the Shroud-Beings were invisible to the other Partogans, but on a subconscious level, some people could sense how the atmosphere had changed.

Mira, Maki, Manaaki, and the False Queen all met beneath the canopy as their soldiers and supporters looked on. Maki spoke first.

“It doesn’t matter who you think is the rightful Queen anymore.” Maki spoke just slowly enough to make her every word heard. “There’s no way you can win this fight anymore. I have the manpower, the weapons, the high ground, air superiority, and you have nowhere to run. You’re beaten, Aronui. Give up now, hand over the Whetu Kārerarera, and no one else will have to die today.”

Mira already knew that talking to Aronui was no good. She was completely under Manaaki’s control. Mira kept her eyes locked on Manaaki. He was simultaneously staring Mira down, listening to Maki’s words, and preparing to make Aronui give a response. Determined to throw Manaaki off his game, Mira silently wondered if she should allow the End of the Cycle to reveal itself to him.

She didn’t have to make the choice. Right as Maki started on her final sentence, the End of the Cycle momentarily allowed itself to be seen by Manaaki. He let out the smallest of gasps which Maki picked up on right away.

“The Holy Father understands, don’t you?” Maki asked,

Manaaki shook his head, recovering from the shock of seeing that monster.

“No,” Manaaki’s voice was much more raspy and harsh in person, “I’ve just noticed you’re holding my granddaughter hostage. Is she your bargaining chip to use on me?”

At Manaaki’s words, Moana took a step towards the canopy, raised her rifle at Manaaki’s chest and shouted,

“Don’t you dare talk about me, you freak!!”

Weapons on both sides were raised, but no one fired. Both Queens had raised their hands and called for calm. Maki and Mira stared at Moana, wordlessly imploring her to calm down. After a moment, Moana lowered her rifle, stepped back, and drew her thumb across her neck, all the while staring her traitorous grandfather in the face.

Aronui addressed Maki. Her voice was just as monotonous and robotic as before...

“You misunderstand the situation.” Said the False Queen, “I am at no disadvantage. My soldiers are strong and numerous. We have the blessings of the Mountain and it’s Church. I am Partoga’s future. A future that will not contain you or anyone else who does not bow down and pledge their allegiance to myself and to the Church of the Mountain.”

Behind Manaaki, the Eater of Worlds crouched low to the ground and drooled. Manaaki’s attention became divided. He allocated some of his Psi energy to pacify the Eater of Worlds and simultaneously reach out to Mira. While Maki and Aronui continued to demand surrender from each other, Mira and Manaaki had their own telepathic talk:

Of all the people who could have given me trouble... it just had to be another Mihaka. I thought I saw the last of you when you flew off to find Sol. Manaaki’s thoughts seeped into Mira’s mind. What do I have to do to get rid of you?

Stop trying to hurt my family. That’s a good place to start.” Mira telepathically replied, “After that, get rid of that thing.

Mira’s eyes briefly flickered back to the Eater of Worlds. It was now fully aware of the End of the Cycle and the two monsters were staring one another down, hackles raised and teeth bared. Around Manaaki, the Whisperers in the Void seemed to be avoiding Mira’s eyes.

Your family has made themselves an obstacle for mine too many times. Manaaki retorted. After your mother impeded our holy work for the last time, it gave me great satisfaction to see her put down.

Mira was about to think “Don’t talk about my mother like that” when Manaaki went on: I am grateful to you. Fighting you and your niece has given me far more pleasure than your mother could have.

Uh oh. Manaaki liked hurting people. How was Mira supposed to reason with him?!

Taking care to shut him out of her mind, Mira frantically wondered if this part of Manaaki’s personality was a side-effect of being bound to the Eater of Worlds. Would it stop if she separated them?

Now what good would THAT do?

Manaaki’s words forced their way into Mira’s mind. She shook her head hard, as if to physically throw Manaaki out. Opening her eyes again, Mira saw that Maki and Aronui were still stubbornly arguing and making no headway with each other. She also saw a translucent bubble of Psionic energy expanding out and away from Manaaki very slowly. It bulged and deflected away from Mira. She wasn’t the target after all.

Manaaki was trying to do something to Maki.

Drawing on the power of the End of the Cycle, Mira pushed back against Manaaki’s silent assault, shielding Maki’s mind against the Holy Father. Maki broke off her latest demand to look at Mira’s Celestial Gauntlets. They were fully activated, crackling and snapping as if eager to release all of their stored energy. Then Maki followed Mira’s eyes all the way to Manaaki’s face.

“What are you doing!?” Maki wasn’t looking for a response. She couldn’t see the Eater of Worlds, but Mira could sense Maki growing more and more aware of the danger by the second.

My pet is hungry. Manaaki’s thoughts lazily drifted through Mira’s mind, If it doesn’t get to have someone soon, then who knows what it might do...

Mira redirected her powers at Maki and forced a single thought into the young Queen’s mind:

“We’re done here.”

Maki folded her arms and gave Aronui a frustrated look.

“I don’t get it.” Said Maki. “Do you want to die or something? Are you really going to sacrifice all these people, your supporters, just like that?”

Aronui didn’t reply. She just stared at a point in space right in front of Maki, who finally gave up.

“Fine. Have it your way. The ceasefire ends in one hour.”

Aronui and Manaaki stood there beneath the canopy and watched as Maki and Mira returned to their convoy. Right as Moana turned away from the Holy Father, he called out to her.

“Granddaughter!”

Moana didn’t give him the satisfaction of turning around. She just looked over her shoulder. Manaaki had an unnatural smile on his face as he said,

“Did you see your brother, my child? He was aboard the Tantomile. Why don’t you come back to us? We are your family, your clan! Defending our Church and our honor is the best way to honor Tamati’s memory. Don’t you want him to have died for something, Moana?”

Moana turned on the spot to face Manaaki.

“Tamati didn’t die for honor, or your Church.” she spat at Manaaki, “You wasted his life, spent it on a stupid vendetta against a dead woman and her children. So, I’ll do more than honor Tamati. I’ll avenge him.”

It took about forty-five minutes for the convoy to drive all the way back to friendly lines. This gave Mira plenty of time to think about what was about to happen. Maki had made a radio call as soon as her armored truck pulled away from the wall. The Bushranger was airborne and preparing to attack Fort Miranda with nuclear weapons. Over three-hundred thousand volunteer soldiers were getting into position to assail the stronghold and soon thousands, perhaps tens of thousands of people were going to be dead.

Thirty-one people had been killed on the Midak. Nearly fifteen-hundred had died at the Battle of Nithascal. Why were these numbers so much harder to grasp? After seeing so much violence and killing, had Mira finally gone numb to the whole thing? Or was the End of the Cycle shielding her from the mental ill-effects of warfare? Mira wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer.

Finally, Kahu broke the silence.

“Moana, I’m sorry about Tamati. I swear, I didn’t know that was him.”

Moana looked up from the floor.

“It’s okay. I didn’t say anything then, so I wasn’t expecting anyone to notice.”

She looked at Tai, who seemed a little confused.

“Tamati was my older brother. He was on the Tantomile last night. When General Ruru called us, that was Tamati standing next to him.”

Tai’s eyes went wide,

“Moana, I’m so, so sorry!”

Moana shook her head.

“We hadn’t spoken in years. Hell, we hated each other. He was devoted to the Church and hated the Queen. Somehow, I think we both knew it was going to end like that. My only regret is that I didn’t get pull the trigger.”

Moana looked across the truck at Mira.

“Mira,” she said, “Let me knock off the old man, please? I gotta do this. Please.”

Mira gestured to herself,

“You want a piece of Manaaki, then get in line.”

...

The convoy came to a stop near a line of narrow trenches dug into the ground about thirty Kios away from the walls of Fort Miranda. As Mira and her companions disembarked, she saw hundreds of Monarchist soldiers cramming themselves inside these little holes in the ground while their commanding officer yelled loudly.

“When you hear the attack warning, DO NOT look up! DO NOT look at the blasts! Keep all parts of your body below ground level for TWENTY SECONDS after the explosions! Brace yourselves against the trench wall and STAY STILL!”

Mira turned to Maki.

“The nukes?! How long do we have?”

Maki pointed to the long-range radio attached to her belt.

“As long as I want,” the young Queen responded, “Your friends in the Bushranger will only fire on my command. You and your squad should get in that trench. I’m going to that bunker back there.”

Maki gestured to a rounded hilltop near the back of the front line. Then she wrapped her arms around Mira in one last hug.

“I’ll see you when this is over, right?” Maki said.

“Of course you will.” Mira reassured her.

As Maki climbed aboard the truck and her convoy returned to the rear of the lines, Mira, Moana, Tai, and Kahu each received six magazines full of ammunition for their Gauss Rifles and then slid into the battle trench. It was just barely wide enough for them to crouch down in, yet so deep they would need a ladder to climb out again. Fortunately, a wooden ladder could be found every ten Bios or so along the trench.

While they waited for the battle to begin, Mira had one last talk with her friends.

“Look, everyone. I need to talk about Manaaki for a minute.” Mira started,

“What’s left to talk about?” Moana asked, “We find him, and if he survived the bombardment, I’ll put a bullet in his skull.”

Mira shook her head,

“It’s not going to be that easy.” She said. Her three companions drew closer, to hear every word.

“Manaaki has the same Gift I do,” Mira explained, “Psionics, telekinesis, telepathy. He can listen to your thoughts and wield nightmares like a sword. He can get inside your mind and break it like a piece of straw. You guys understand what I’m saying? He could kill you from ten Bios away without raising a finger.”

Tai pushed the barrel of his rifle into the dirt, leaned forward on it and asked,

“But don’t you have the same powers as him? Could you just overwhelm him, or something?”

Mira shook her head.

“I think we’re equally powerful at this point.” Mira said, “But he’s had more practice, actual training, and a lifetime of experience to work from. There’s no way I could take him in a fair fight.”

“Okay,” Moana said, “Don’t fight fair then. The Green Guard sure doesn’t. And Her Majesty the Queen isn’t planning to either.”

Kahu frowned.

“How exactly do you ‘fight unfairly’ against a Gifted person, anyway?” he wondered aloud.

Mira leaned back against the trench wall.

“Actually, I might have a plan.”

The fact was that Mira had come up with this plan all the way back on Earth. It was such an insane, farfetched and ridiculous plan that she had frequently discounted it and deliberately tried to forget about it. But here in this trench, with no other options available, Mira had no choice but to fall back on this idea.

Moana, Tai, and Kahu were all waiting for Mira’s plan with baited breath...

“We have to exhaust his powers.” Mira said.

All three of them reacted with varying levels of incomprehension.

“What? You mean tire him out?” Moana asked.

“I don’t follow.” Admitted Kahu.

“Try again?” Requested Tai.

Mira sighed.

“Look,” she said, “Moana, you helped me get all of that Psionic research from XCOM Headquarters. Did you read the sections on exhaustion?”

Moana shook her head.

“I just got those books for you, Mira. I’m in the dark like these two.”

Mira didn’t have time to talk about Jericho, the Gifted Human she had met in the Shroud so long ago, or how Jericho’s death had been directly related to the exhaustion of her powers. Instead, Mira decided to invoke XCOM’s knowledge about the subject instead. It would be easier for her friends to relate, anyway.

Mira explained at length how Psionic powers were finite and permanently lost once used up. Since she didn’t want to reveal the existence of the End of the Cycle or its brethren, Mira instead chose to imply that Manaaki would simply become a normal powerless Partogan once his supply of Psi energy was used up.

“Okay,” said Moana after Mira finished explaining, “So then I can shoot him, right?”

“It’s going to take all of us,” Mira replied, “and every soldier and every gun we can get to follow us. Manaaki’s an old man, which means he might have used up most of his powers already, but we can’t run any risks. He needs to be completely exhausted.”

Flipping her rifle’s “Safe/Fire” switch absentmindedly, Moana said,

“Don’t worry, Mira. We’ve got your back.”

For a few minutes, the foursome simply waited in that dark, hot trench. Right when Mira was starting to wonder how much longer they would have to wait for the battle to start, a loudspeaker, somewhere behind the line of trenches began to blare a message. A message that was repeated by other loudspeakers all along the line:

“ATTACK IN PROGESS! SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY! ATTACK IN PROGRESS! SEEK SHELTER IMMEDIATELY!”

Tai craned his neck up to try and see the Bushranger as it commenced the attack run against Fort Miranda. Mira grabbed him by the back of his jacket and forced him down into a crouching position at the bottom of the trench. Meanwhile, all up and down the line, army officers and sergeants were calling out to their troops:

“Brace! Brace! Heads down! Eyes closed! HEADS DOWN! EYES CLOSED!”

Mira, Tai, Moana, and Kahu all braced their hands against the wall, tucked their heads low, pressing chins to chests, and shut their eyes as tightly as possible. Somewhere down the trench to their right, an army radio operator counted down,

“First missile away! Detonation minus five.... four.... three.... two.... one.... MARK!”

The brilliant white light of a thermonuclear explosion danced into the trench, bounced off the walls and shone directly into Mira’s face. Even though she had her eyes shut, Mira still felt like she was looking at the sun.

“Second missile incoming! Shockwave in three, two-“

CRACK!

A dense wall of air and sound raced over the trenches while the ground trembled under a second explosion. The entire trench seemed to lurch violently as the second shockwave and third blast rocked the ground.

The nuclear bombardment felt like an unending earthquake as missile after missile drilled into Fort Miranda. The light of each successive blast was overpowering. The top of the trench crumbled, sending dirt and stone cascading down onto the heads of everyone hiding below. A fourth, fifth, and sixth explosion shook the world like a toy in the hands of a child. Then the shockwaves from the first three blasts came back. They had bounced off the northern slopes of the Unnamed Mountain and returned to the battlefield from whence they came.

Mira felt like she was caught in a sandstorm. Hot winds blew all along the trenches, choking the air with soot, ash, and dust. All the while, nuclear destruction continued to rain down on Fort Miranda.

Seven! Eight! Nine!

TEN.


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The final blast rent the air as though a lightning bolt had landed near Mira. But there was no time to recover. Before the echoing of the explosions had even died down, an army officer to the left of Mira’s group began counting out loud.

“Thirty! Twenty-nine! Twenty-eight!”

Up and down the line, leaders of soldiers gave the command:

“Lock and load!”

Mira stood upright in the trench and opened her eyes. She pulled up her friends one by one and said,

“This is it! We’re going in!”

Moana, Tai, and Kahu all loaded their rifles. Moana attached a sharp-looking bayonet to the end of hers.

“Twenty-seven! Twenty-six! Twenty-five!”

All along the trenches, soldiers yelled encouraging words to each other until the cacophony coalesced into a general war cry. Thousands of soldiers along the line began chanting the words to a six-hundred year old Partogan war song: Te Oati a te Toa.

The Warrior’s Oath.

“Ko matou to mate!” Yelled the officers. We are your death.

“KO MATOU TO MATE!” roared the entire line. The soldiers hollered as loudly as they could, determined to make sure the enemy could hear every word. Mira joined in as a leader, while Kahu, Tai, and Moana became followers and joined the response:

“Ka whawhai tatou mo ia!” She is our life

“KA WHAWHAI TATOU MO IA!” The sound of tens of thousands of voices echoed off the flank of the Unnamed Mountain, making the attacking force seem larger than it actually was. (And it was already huge)

“Twenty-four. Twenty-three. Twenty-two. Twenty-one.”

“Ka ora tatou!” Mira screamed aloud! We will live.

“KA MATE TATOU” Responded Tai, Moana, and Kahu. We will die.

“Twenty. Nineteen. Eighteen. Seventeen.”

“KEI REIRA TONU TE WHETU KĀRERARERA!!” Chanted the Free Partogan Army. The Green Star still rises.

“Sixteen. Fifteen. Fourteen. Thirteen. Twelve.”

The final rousing chorus started as a wave, coming from somewhere to the East and crashing over the line like another shockwave. As it drew closer, the voices got louder and louder. It was now impossible for the enemy to ignore the yelling coming from the Monarchist lines.

“Kia roa te Kuini!” The soldiers on the right flank yelled. Long live the Queen.

“Eleven. Ten. Nine.”

“Kia roa te Kuini!” Mira bellowed.

“Eight. Seven. Six. Five.”

“KIA ROA TE KUINI!!” The whole army roared like a rocket engine. The sound was overpowering, deafening!

“Four! Three!! TWO!! ONE!!”

From both the right and the left came the shrill blasting of whistles and yells of:

“Over the top! Go go go!”

All along the line, soldiers began to climb ladders and emerged from the trenches. Battle Tanks lurched forward and swiveled their turrets to face Fort Miranda. Officers pointed towards the enemy positions and ordered their men forward. Mira hung her rifle by its strap from her shoulder and scrambled up the ladder. As soon as she reached the top, Mira turned around and called to her friends,

“Time to go! Get up here!”

Moana, Tai, and Kahu scrambled to the top of the trench to join Mira. They turned and stared open-mouthed at the sight before them.

Fort Miranda was gone. In its place and growing larger with every second was a dense black cloud shaped like a mushroom. Its “cap” rose into the atmosphere and began spreading out in all directions, blocking out the sun and cloaking the Unnamed Mountain in shadow. The sun struggled to send light to the battleground, but there was a second source of illumination: the fire. A gargantuan inferno raged at the bottom of the mushroom cloud’s stalk. Stretching for dozens of Kios in each direction, the flames towered hundreds of Bios into the darkening sky and danced above the wreckage of the fortress.

Then the noise slowly came back. The yelling of soldiers, the rumbling of tanks, the thunder of artillery. Mira saw a line of battle tanks advancing towards the remains of Fort Miranda. Each one was escorted by a large group of Monarchist soldiers.

The final assault had begun.

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Mira pulled her eyes away from Fort Miranda.

“Let’s go!” she yelled, “Follow the tanks!”

Just like all of the other soldiers, Mira’s little squad ran up to a Main Battle Tank and followed it closely as it rumbled across the battlespace towards what was left of Fort Miranda. As the line of tanks advanced, the command to open fire was given. Each tank cannon sounded like another lightning strike and shook the ground with incredible strength. Far away, Monarchist artillery thundered continuously, pummeling whatever remained of the enemy positions.

And yet there was no response from the Theocrats. No gunfire, no anti-tank shells, no artillery. There wasn’t even any yelling.

The Monarchist army wasn’t challenged as they passed over a long white stain in the ground, marking the spot where the massive concrete wall had once stood. The attacking force penetrated deep into the fortress. The farther in they went, the closer to the center of the mushroom cloud the soldiers drew. Mira blinked as the world around her changed to a dull orange color. Here, directly underneath the mushroom cloud the sun was completely blocked out, and the only source of light was from the countless fires burning near and far.

Since the enemy wasn’t showing themselves, the only thing Mira could watch was the rapidly growing firestorm to the north. Flames taller than skyscrapers danced great circles around each other and burned so brightly that no one really noticed that the sun was now completely blocked out by clouds, and that the surrounding area was now darker than night, even though it was the middle of the day.

Finally, after following the tanks for what felt like at least an eternity, the attacking forces began to spot each other. Using a pair of binoculars she borrowed from a sergeant, Mira saw tanks and soldiers belonging to other parts of the Monarchist cause advancing from the East and West. Directly to her north, in between all three parts of the pincer movement at the bottom of a hill was the cantonment area of Fort Miranda.

This large urban area once held thousands of buildings, ranging from military structures like barracks, armories, arsenals, training centers, communications buildings, and the Command Center to a suburban neighborhood consisting of thousands of simple little homes where the families of soldiers could live.

Of course, all of this no longer applies.

The entire cantonment area was leveled to the ground, having been at the center of at least six out of ten nuclear blasts. What little military infrastructure still stood was on fire. Occasionally, here and there, a reinforced building still stood, but even those appeared to be severely damaged. Meanwhile, a second firestorm was engulfing the residential neighborhood, roaring like a freight train. The fire was so intense that a tornado made out of smoke and flame tossed nearby objects into the air, where they would explode into flame, kicking burning debris into the sky. The intense heat was making Mira’s chainmail undershirt extremely uncomfortable.

Kahu turned to Mira.

“Looks like we got’em.”

CRACK!

Just half a Kio away from Mira and her friends, a tank exploded! Its turret flew high into the air and fell back down the ground with a sickening THUD.

Gunfire erupted. Gauss rounds, railgun slugs, and plasma bolts departed the cantonment area and met the Monarchists head on. Dozens of soldiers were cut down by the initial volley before everyone else finally ran for cover.

“Press the attack!” a Monarchist officer yelled, “Don’t let them regroup!”

Mira, Tai, Kahu, and Moana all ran to keep up with their tank before grabbing hold of the railing and climbing on top of the vehicle. They weren’t the only ones to get that idea. Some twenty tanks, each carrying at least a squad of soldiers, had peeled away from the main group and were now racing downhill into the cantonment area at full speed. Two other groups of tanks from the other halves of the pincer movement were doing the same thing.

Tank cannons and automatic weapons unloaded on the urban blocks. Through the smoke and haze, Mira could just see the roof of a reinforced bunker. Before today, it rested beneath the surface. Multiple blasts had blown away the dirt and “unburied” it. Now, Green Guards were pouring out of its entrance and taking up fighting positions behind any bit of debris big enough to pass as cover. The End of the Cycle enhanced Mira’s vision, allowing her to see what her allies couldn’t.

Manaaki Ranginui emerged from the formerly underground bunker, pulling “Queen” Aronui by the hand. He ordered one of his soldiers to take Aronui to another bunker, then Manaaki started walking towards the battle line. He stood between two machine gunners and stared directly at Mira.

“THERE HE IS!” Mira screamed, pointing at Manaaki.

Kahu, Moana, and Tai all raised their weapons and fired Gauss rounds in the direction Mira was pointing. Multiple tank commanders saw this and also opened fire on Manaaki. The Holy Father lazily waved his hand and deflected all of the incoming rounds with ease.

Mira jumped down from her tank.

“Just keep attacking him!” she yelled, “Force Ranginui to use his powers!”

Mira threw her rifle to the ground. She didn’t need it anymore. Opening her mind and body the End of the Cycle, Mira’s entire being was flooded with Psionic energy. The Celestial Gauntlets activated, and two Shard Blades extended out and away from Mira’s wrists. Manaaki saw both the End of the Cycle and Mira. Without even giving it a second thought...

He commanded the Eater of Worlds to attack.

The monster, unleashed at last, poured itself into the Theocrats defending Manaaki. Suddenly, their accuracy became demonically sharp. Monarchist soldiers riding the tanks were picked off, their bodies tumbling as they hit the ground. Mira clenched her fists and started to run downhill towards Manaaki. Her every step enhanced by both Psionic power and the End of the Cycle, she overtook the tanks and was leading the charge.

Mira was the first to overrun a Theocrat position, the tanks and their passengers followed suit a moment later. Two Guards fired their Gauss Rifles at Mira. With one hand, she swept the slugs aside and with the other, Mira lifted both of them off the ground telekinetically and kept them suspended in midair where they struggled, shouting for help in vain until a group of Monarchist soldiers gunned them down.

Vastly outnumbered, the Theocrats stood their ground, possessed with the hunger and bloodlust of the Eater of Worlds. Both sides were locked in close quarters combat, moving from one wrecked building to another. Battle-crazed Theocrats were flushed out of their strongholds by tank cannons only to rally and force the Monarchists out of another structure nearby, brutally butchering anyone they found inside.

But the lopsided battle was very slowly starting to turn. For every one Green Guard who fell, they took almost a hundred amateur soldiers from the Monarchist cause with them. The Theocrats couldn’t replace their losses, though. Manaaki and his allies were simply trying to hold out until the seemingly endless pool of Monarchist reinforcements was drained. And Mira knew it. At every opportunity, she tried to look around and spot Manaaki in the rapidly shrinking combat zone, but he seemed to be deliberately avoiding her.

Meanwhile, the End of the Cycle had gone off to hunt the Eater of Worlds. Without the metaphorical eyes in the back of her head, Mira had almost no warning when she kicked down the door of the commissary and found a Green Guard waiting to ambush her.

Except this wasn’t an ordinary soldier. He appeared to be beyond peak physical condition: his muscles were perfectly developed, his eyes and ears working at maximum capacity, and his reaction times were tuned to the microsecond.

Mira had no time to prepare. The Composer of Strands punched her in the chest, sending her flying backwards through the air and she crashed into the burned-out hulk of another building. Mira got back to her feet just in time to see the enemy coming again. Mira slashed her Shard Blades through the air and scored a hit, cutting deep into the Composer’s side. Blood spilled onto the ground, but the Composer of Strands swung its rifle like a club, striking Mira across the shoulder and sending her to the ground again. Scrambling to get away, Mira heard the yelling before she actually saw Moana arriving on the scene.

“GET AWAY FROM MY FRIEND!!” Moana screamed.

Tai, Kahu, and Moana were all upon the Composer of Strands in an instant. Not knowing the true nature of what they were dealing with, Tai and Kahu fired their rifles repeatedly, pumping nearly one hundred Gauss rounds into the Composer of Strands. When they ran out of ammo, Moana charged forward (not once thinking about why the enemy was still standing) and drove her bayonet into his chest. The Composer of Strands put both hands on Moana and tried to fight back, so she pulled her bayonet out of his stomach and started stabbing over and over again. Unconcerned with these superficial injuries, the Composer of Strands made a fist and moved to strike Moana.

“No!”

Mira reached out and enveloped Moana in Psionic energy, then connected the “circuit” with herself. The Psionic Inversion happened in an instant. To anyone watching, it looked as though Moana and Mira had been simultaneously struck by lightning. But before the smoke had even cleared, both fighters took advantage of the sudden change: Mira had traded places with Moana. The Composer of Strands brought its fist down and slugged Mira with full force. As she fell down, Moana advanced and buried her bayonet into her enemy’s spine.

The Composer of Strands collapsed to the ground, its host body crippled. While Tai and Kahu took point, looking for more hostiles, Mira got up and grabbed the Composer of Strands by the hair, pulling its head up to face her.

“Manaaki?” Mira’s voice was full of violence.

“Forced us...” Gasped the Composer of Strands, “Enslaved us...”

“Where. Is. He?” Mira wasn’t sure if that was her voice or that of the End of the Cycle.

“Doesn’t understand us...” the Composer of Strands went on, “Thinks himself our master. His side of the bargain comes due... and...”

There will be a reckoning.” The End of the Cycle spoke with Mira’s voice.

Moana, Tai, and Kahu all turned to face Mira. As they did so, the Composer of Strands abandoned its host body, leaving the Green Guard to die. The Shroud-Being itself was nowhere to be found. Knowing that finding Manaaki was still the highest priority, Mira extended a Psionic shield to her friends, and the four comrades prepared to dive into the fray again.

The Theocrats were losing ground. High above, the Bushranger swooped across the battlefield, strafing the enemy with her Mass Driver cannons before ascending out of weapons range again. On the ground, Monarchist tanks pulverized any building enemy soldiers tried to hide in. Further to the north, the ferocious impacts of tank and artillery shells caused the ground to collapse. Several buildings along the northern edge of Fort Miranda slid and fell into Archer’s Canyon as the earth succumbed to the immense punishment of both nuclear and conventional warfare. When a warehouse full of arms and ammunition fell into the canyon, nearly two hundred Theocrats went with it.

The scales were tipped even further in favor of the Monarchist side, but one more shoe needed to fall: The nuclear mushroom cloud had finally reached the apex of its existence. The cool temperatures of Partoga’s upper atmosphere had done their work, and radioactive dust mixed with water vapor.

Too heavy to stay airborne, untold tons of nuclear fallout fell to the ground as black rain.

Mira sensed the radioactive downpour coming. After all, nothing could take her ally, the End of the Cycle, by surprise. She raised her right arm to the heavens and produced a powerful telekinetic shield. Acidic black rainwater ran down the sides of an invisible dome, stretched out for nearly ten Bios in all directions around Mira. Kahu, Moana, and Tai all stayed as close as possible to Mira, and the foursome waited out the storm.

Monarchist and Theocrat alike sought any kind of overhead shelter they could, bringing the battle to a momentary pause while everyone tried to escape the black rain. While the infantry of both sides hid from the thundering storm of fallout, Monarchist tank crews began to exploit the situation. Protected by their thick armor plating, the armored war machines began to rampage across the battleground.

Monarchist tanks crushed buildings and drove their Theocratic occupants out into the black rain, where they met a terrible fate not dissimilar from Maia Maaka’s death aboard the Midak. Theocrats who refused to go out into the deadly downpour were finished off by machine guns or tank cannons. Any hiding spot impervious to tank assault was located and strafed by the Bushranger.

By the time the downpour cleared and the sun finally reappeared in the sky, the battle had changed so radically... that it was over.

Only some fifteen Green Guards were still alive. They had barricaded themselves inside of a reinforced concrete building that had once been Fort Miranda’s Command Center. As Mira and her friends advanced on the place, she could sense Manaaki and Aronui hiding somewhere inside the ruined structure. Well, not hiding... waiting was a better word.

Surrounded on all sides, the building looked completely impotent against the dozens of tank cannons now arrayed against it. From her vantage point in the ruins of a chapel, Mira could see the nervous face of a Green Guard briefly appear in a window before retreating again.

“Maybe they’ll give up?” Kahu wondered hopefully.

About half a minute after he spoke, the window opened again and a Green Guard jumped out of the building. He threw his weapon to the ground and ran away, screaming hysterically. Monarchist soldiers, staring with confused looks, stood aside and allowed the former enemy to abandon the battle.

“It looks like they are!” Moana gasped.

Two tanks and a platoon of Monarchist soldiers were slowly and cautiously advancing up the road towards the Command Center. They had taken the sudden act of desertion to be a sign of the enemy’s total collapse.

Both Mira and the End of the Cycle held back. Something didn’t seem right. When Moana stood up from her cover and tried to join the advancing soldiers, Mira grabbed her arm.

“Don’t.”

“What?” Hissed Moana, “Why not? It’s over, we’ve won! Grandpa wouldn’t dare keep fighting us now.”

Mira shook her head.

“That soldier was escaping from Manaaki.” She whispered, “Not from the fight.”

Mira could sense it. There was immense Psionic power building up inside the building. Manaaki was steeling himself for a final stand by drawing power directly from the Instrument of Desire, the Whisperers in the Void, the Composer of Strands, and the Eater of Worlds.

Mentally, Mira asked the End of the Cycle a question:

What happens if someone doesn’t hold up their end of the bargain with you or your brethren?

THERE WILL BE A RECKONING.

Oh, yes. That was definitely about to happen. Mira could feel a growing aura of rage and fury coming from inside the Command Center. It was now or never. She touched the shoulders of her friends one by one and said,

“Remember my plan. Concentrate on Manaaki. Don’t give him any room to catch his breath. Exhaust him.”

They all nodded. Mira finished by saying;

“Find more soldiers. Tell them all to concentrate on Manaaki. Get as many people gunning for him as you can. I’ll keep him busy.”

The group of Monarchist soldiers had reached the Command Center’s front door. One man shouldered his rifle and (pistol drawn) cautiously pushed the heavy metal door open.

Something that looked like a bolt of lightning erupted out of the Command Center, striking the poor man in the chest and sending him straight to the ground. The Psionic Volt jumped from one victim to the next, wiping out the entire squad in less than a second before it connected with the armor of the two battle tanks. Pink mist escaped from the barrels and viewports of both vehicles, the only evidence of the gruesome slaughter of their crews.

Five people exited the Command Center. Manaaki Ranginui, his white and green robes now messy and blackened, was escorted by four Green Guards. Just like Mira had seen earlier, each soldier’s body had been forcibly taken over and possessed by one of the Shroud-Beings.

The Eater of Worlds held an unreasonably large combat knife in each hand and wore a crazed expression on its face. The Instrument of Desire was the least suited for combat, and its host body reflected this: Short and scrawny. The Composer of Strands had tried to copy the ultra-muscular body it had used earlier, but the new host body was female, and was just a little smaller than the first one. Also unsuited for battle, the Whisperers in the Void had opted for a small body that traded raw power for a certain degree of agility. The Whisperers, Instrument, and Composer all had looks on their stolen faces that clearly displayed their unwillingness to be party to what was about to happen.

From somewhere inside her, Mira felt the End of the Cycle tremble with rage.

“MIRA MIHAKA!!” Manaaki yelled, his voice amplified by the Composer of Strands, “SHOW YOURSELF!! COME TO ME SO THAT WE MAY END THIS CONFLICT!!”

Manaaki’s voice echoed across the battlefield, bouncing off the walls of Archer’s Canyon nearby and causing the Unnamed Mountain to tremble far away. Mira stood upright and walked out into the open. For a brief moment, she felt Tai’s hand on her shoulder and his voice whisper,

“Good luck.”

Manaaki and Mira never took their eyes off each other as she advanced on him. Slowly, Mira crossed the shattered remains of the street and found herself less than two Bios from the Holy Father. Her mind was clear and full of focus. Manaaki’s “allies” made threatening motions towards Mira. Only the Whisperers in the Void refrained; it gave Mira an apologetic look instead.

Out of the corner of her mind’s eye, Mira sensed her friends running around and communicating her plan to as many Monarchist soldiers as they could find. Determined to stall for as long as she could, Mira drew herself up to full height and spoke.

“You’re finished. You’ve got nothing left, Ranginui. No soldiers. No weapons. No place to hide. Surrender. You know what’s going to happen if you don’t.”

Manaaki seemed to absorb her words slowly. Behind him, the Eater of Worlds looked at Mira and licked its chops hungrily. Finally, Manaaki replied:

“Spare me the speech. We both know it’s meaningless.”

Manaaki raised his arm and swung it downwards. With a loud popping and snapping noise, a semi-corporeal whip made from Psionic energy smacked the ground menacingly. Mira’s Celestial Gauntlets extended their Shard Blades and she raised her arms to a fighting stance, blades aimed directly at Manaaki.

All four Shroud-Beings raised their fists and weapons. The Eater of Worlds bared its teeth and gave a low growl.

“My pet is very hungry, and your niece’s army didn’t satisfy it.” Said Manaaki coldly, “It hasn’t had a full belly since that very first meal. It deeply enjoys royal blood, you see; and nothing has been able to satisfy it quite like Phoebe did. Since it must wait a little longer to have Maki… I promised it that you will taste just as good as Queen Phoebe did, after all, she stole the throne from you, didn’t she? Now be a good girl and die like she did.

All pretense was gone. The faintest hope of a peaceful conclusion extinguished. There was only fury now. It burned brighter than the sun and became the Psionic power coursing through the Celestial Gauntlets.

Mira and the End of the Cycle launched themselves at Manaaki and his allies, charging headlong into a Psionic Storm. Manaaki raised one hand and hurled a Psi Lance like a javelin at Mira. She parried the blow before being knocked aside by the Composer of Strands as they scrambled to attack. Physical attacks were far beneath the End of the Cycle. Lazily, it annihilated the Composer’s host body before turning its attention to the Eater of Worlds.

Mira dodged another swing from Manaaki’s spectral whip and went on the attack. She didn’t have any time to think, so Mira committed to a reflexive strategy. When Manaaki tried to hit Mira with a Psi Volt she performed another Inversion, this time trading places with the Whisperers in the Void. She rematerialized behind Manaaki and slashed wildly at his back with both of her Shard Blades, making two deep cuts across his left shoulder.

Manaaki roared and turned on Mira. Another Psi Volt caught Mira in the chest, the pain of it causing her to see stars. Mira didn’t recover quickly enough this time. Manaaki grabbed her by the left arm, wrenching Mira off her feet with an inescapable amount of strength. Mira reignited her Gauntlets and extended the Shard Blades, determined to impale Manaaki on one of them while he held her so close. The Holy Father evaded both blades, took Mira’s left arm in both of his hands…

And broke the bone as quickly and easily as though it were a twig.

The pain was worse than anything Mira had ever experienced before. The scream of agony died in her throat and every beat of Mira’s heart sent fresh pain to her mangled extremity. She fell to her knees and scrambled away from Manaaki, unable to see her broken arm through the tears in her eyes; but just as quickly as the pain had come, it was gone. The End of the Cycle had abolished the pain! Mira’s arm was still certainly broken and useless, but Mira’s ally would not allow the injury to impede her ability to fight.

Mira looked back just in time to see Manaaki behind her. The weapon in his hand had reshaped itself into a spectral sword, which the Holy Father was preparing to bring down on Mira’s back. She started pooling her powers for another Inversion, but it wasn’t necessary.

A tank shell exploded less than an arm’s length away from Manaaki. He had deflected it at the last possible second before a colossal volley of gunfire erupted. Hundreds of Monarchist soldiers descended upon the scene and opened fire the instant Mira put a small distance between herself and her enemy. While Manaaki struggled to defend himself, the Whisperers in the Void, Composer of Strands, and the Instrument of Desire were all removed from the fight as their host bodies were abruptly killed in the onslaught. Mira scrambled on her knees and hand to get out of the line of fire and took shelter behind the husk of a destroyed tank.

Manaaki had now concentrated all of his powers into surviving the bullet storm. Both hands raised high, he conjured two overlapping telekinetic shields which sent bullets, tank shells, and even Mass Driver rounds from the Bushranger flying off in all directions. Mira watched from her safe spot as three Monarchist soldiers were cut down by their own bullets. A group of commandoes closed the distance and lobbed hand grenades at Manaaki. They exploded at his feet, but when the smoke cleared, he was unharmed and still deflecting fire.

With a mighty roar, the Bushranger did another strafing run against Manaaki, bringing three of her turrets to bear at one point. Seeing the spaceplane coming, Manaaki flicked his wrist and sent a Mass Driver round flying all the way back up to the Human Hunship. With unerring accuracy, the round found its mark, shredding one of the Bushranger’s nuclear ramjet engines. The ship broke off its attack run immediately and veered away, her pilot looking for a place to crash-land.

Remembering that Anika and Rangi were still on board, Mira found new strength. She pulled herself out of cover; using her one good hand, she conjured and threw her own Psi Lance at Manaaki. In the cloud of bullets, it should have gone unnoticed. But it was spotted by both the Eater of Worlds and the End of the Cycle, who acted on it together. Manaaki didn’t even need to look at the semi-corporeal projectile as it came at him. He spun on the spot, located Mira, and returned the Lance to its sender with a vengeance.

The End of the Cycle pushed Mira down to the ground, but the Eater of Worlds wouldn’t be swayed by something as petty as cover. Mira’s Psi Lance tore through the armor of the dead tank and emerged out the other side. Mira turned and threw herself away from the danger. She felt a massive impact and a tearing sensation. Lying on the ground, curled into a ball; Mira had to blink several times before she got her bearings again.

This time, she was distinctly aware of dull pain being suppressed by the End of the Cycle. This injury must have been much more serious if a small amount of pain was slipping through… Mira also became aware of something wet on her face. Something sticky and hot. Sitting upright amidst the storm of gunfire and explosions, Mira put her one good hand to the right side of her face and felt the blood running down her cheek, the open wound on the side of her head running between her right ear and her… and… her… ... ... and.... ....

Mira’s right eye was gone.

For about ten seconds, Mira just sat there, shocked.

“Mira! Are you alright?”

Moana vaulted a piece of crumbled wall and took shelter with Mira. Looking Mira up and down, Moana looked horrified.

“I’m okay.” Mira started to say.

“NO THE HELL YOU’RE NOT!” Moana shouted.

And she pushed Mira down to a sitting position behind the dead tank.

“You’re done, Mira. You took your shot, now stay down and let me have my turn to fight!”

“No, Moana!” Mira gasped, “Stay-“

Too late. Moana had charged out of cover, bayonet fixed to the end of her rifle, and had charged towards her grandfather. Looking out from behind the pulverized piece of metal, Mira saw the situation had gotten incredibly bad.

By deflecting incoming fire alone, Manaaki had managed to kill or incapacitate several hundred Monarchist soldiers. The few who were still shooting were now just taking wild potshots to draw attention away from those who had been sent out to rescue the wounded. Nearly every tank had been disabled or destroyed; while the Eater of Worlds rampaged alone throughout the Monarchist lines, slaughtering soldiers by the dozen and drawing even more fire away from Manaaki.

Meanwhile, Moana had crossed the distance between herself and Manaaki undetected, ducking behind cover whenever he turned her way. Mira staggered to her feet and started shuffling back into the fight. Manaaki saw her coming, then he saw Moana. For a moment, grandfather and granddaughter just stared at each other. Mira wondered if Manaaki simply didn’t believe it was possible for his own flesh and blood could take up arms against him.

Mira was right.

Taking advantage of Manaaki’s hesitation, Moana ran full-tilt at him, firing her rifle wildly! The Holy Father tried to re-orient his telekinetic shields, but it was too late! A Gauss Round tore into his abdomen and exited through the small of his back; a second later, Moana slammed into her grandfather at full force! Her bayonet pierced Manaaki’s stomach, and the two fell down into the mud.

“MOANA!!” Mira screamed!

The gunfire ceased as Mira scrambled towards the spot where Moana and Manaaki had fallen, but before she had gone more than three paces, someone yelled,

“MIHAKA!! BEHIND YOU!”

Mira whirled around to the right so that her left eye would have the best field of view possible. Covered in mud and blood, the Eater of Worlds was almost on top of Mira before she had a chance to react. Fortunately the End of the Cycle had returned to Mira’s side. It guided her actions, and the two acted in concert. Raising her unbroken right arm, Mira activated her Celestial Gauntlets and struck the Eater of Worlds with an open palm. At the moment she made contact with her enemy’s chest, Mira simultaneously fired a Psi Volt from her palm, the blast amplified a thousand-fold by the End of the Cycle. The Eater’s host body was killed outright; the Shroud-Being disappeared as soon as its host body crumpled.

Mira turned back to the spot where she’d last seen Moana and felt a rising sense of panic at the sight in front of her:

Manaaki was back on his feet. Psionic energy swirled and billowed around him and he was writhing in some kind of agony; Manaaki grabbed his head with one hand and clawed desperately at his wounds with the other. Moana was lying face-down at his feet. Her rifle lay a short distance away, but the bayonet was sticking out of her own upper back, blood running out of the wound.

Mira could not tell if Moana was alive.

Stumbling forward and moving her good arm clumsily, Mira poured as much energy as she could into her hand and fired a massive Psi Lance at Manaaki. She missed, owing to having only one eye when she was used to having two. The column of Psionic energy continued to soar through the air away from the battlefield, crossing hundreds of Kios before finally impacting the northern flank of the Unnamed Mountain. Imparting its energy on the mountainside, a huge rockslide began to cascade down the slope.

Manaaki didn’t seem to notice Mira had just attacked him. He grabbed his head in both hands screamed,

“Why isn’t that enough for you?! She’s my granddaughter!! No! Stop!! Stop making demands! You’re supposed to obey me! I’m your master!!”

In the distance, Mira could hear a loud rumbling… This was it.

THE RECKONING.

Stepping closer, Mira became even more acutely aware of the Eater of Worlds’ dissatisfaction. It was finally beginning to feel betrayed by Manaaki. He had failed to deliver on his promise of easy prey.

There was no way this solution would be possible without the End of the Cycle. Mira began to charge her body, gathering as much of her power as possible. The Celestial Gauntlets shimmered and hummed more and more brightly and loudly with each passing moment. Manaaki came back to his senses and saw Mira standing in front of him.

“Do you really think you can still fight me?” His voice sounded strained, on the verge of exhaustion, “With one eye blind and one arm broken?”

Mira nodded,

“That’s exactly what’s going to happen.” She said, “You aren’t going to hurt anyone else. Not my friends. Not my family. No one. Not while I’m here. So I’ll stand here and fight you for the rest of our lives.

Manaaki spat on Moana’s motionless form.

“I haven’t come this far….” He bent down and pulled the bayonet out of Moana’s back,

“I haven’t worked for so long….” He stepped over Moana and advanced towards Mira,

“To see all of my work undone….” He grabbed Mira by the hair, pulled her head up and stared right into her eyes,

“By a ghost from the past.

Manaaki pushed the bayonet into Mira’s chest with supernatural strength, defeating the anti-stab chainmail and driving the blade as far as it would go into her body. Mira’s breath caught in her throat and her heart began to flutter desperately.

“You look like her,” Manaaki said, using both physical strength and Psionic power to drive the blade into Mira, “Your mother had the same expression on her face when she died. Like she thought she’d somehow gotten the last laugh after I dismantled her so-called Dynasty, after I ensured that future Queens would serve and obey the Church.”

Mira put her good hand on Manaaki’s wrist, pushing hard against it. He wrapped his own arm around Mira and pulled her in closer, driving the bayonet so far into Mira that the hilt was touching her skin.

“I wonder if it’s a Mihaka thing… will your niece make the same face as you when I gut her too?”

Manaaki was trying to make Mira spend her final living moments as an emotional wreck, trying to savor and enjoy the kill, to make Mira’s pain and suffering drag out for as long as he could… all for the benefit of the Eater of Worlds.

Except that Mira wasn’t suffering, wasn’t emotional, and only felt a little pain. In fact, she was wearing the expression of someone who had just gotten the last laugh at someone else’s expense. She could feel the Eater of Worlds growing more and more impatient with every passing second. By all accounts, Mira was actually dying. She’d been stabbed in the chest, had a broken arm, lost an eye, and also had an untreated bleeding head wound. However, at least for the moment, Mira was being kept alive by the last reserves of her own powers and by the intervention of the End of the Cycle.

Boredom and frustration gave way to anger and fury! At long last, the Eater of Worlds began to rebel against Manaaki. He let go of Mira, staggered backwards and grabbed his head with both hands, wracked by immense pain. At once Mira opened her fist, releasing all of her pent-up focus and Psionic energy. The bayonet shot out of her chest and landed on the ground with a thud. The wound in Mira’s chest closed up and her breath became unstuck as the internal damage was repaired. Gasping, Mira fell to her knees. That had been a much closer call than she wanted to admit.

Manaaki was desperate now. Just as Mira had hoped, he now tied all of his hopes for survival and victory on killing her. Mira raised her good hand in front of her face to conjure up a shield. Crouching low behind her Psi Shield for protection, Mira felt the onslaught commence.

The Holy Father bombarded Mira with Psionic attacks. The air around her became shrouded in flying mud and debris as though Mira was caught in some kind of invisible airstrike. A continuous column of violet light emanated from Manaaki’s body and enveloped Mira. After only a few seconds of this punishing assault, her shield broke.

Mira stood upright and kept her good arm in front of her face, devoting whatever powers she had left to deflecting, absorbing, repelling, and just generally surviving Manaaki’s attacks. He didn’t let up for a second, pummeling Mira with one assault after another. She was attacked telekinetically, but stayed on her feet. Her mind was invaded dozens of times, only to force Manaaki out each time. She was hit with Lances, shocked with Volts, and burned by Soulfire. Mira was subjected to almost every Psionic combat technique that science knew about. The muddy ground at Mira’s feet bubbled and boiled. The air around her cracked and sparked. Mira was battered, blasted, pummeled, and beaten, but remained unbowed.

After what felt like an eternity of attempted killings, Mira felt the intensity of Manaaki’s assault beginning to wane. The vigor and ferocity with which he had started attacking her was gone. Each Psi Volt or Lance now felt like he was just going through the motions… like he was postponing the inevitable.

And then the inevitable came.

Panting like a wounded animal, Manaaki tried to fire one last Psi Volt at Mira, but it fizzled and died in the air with a gentle crackling noise. The distant rumbling Mira had heard earlier was louder now. She was also aware of the pain. Every inch of her body was starting to hurt now. Manaaki, however, had a bigger problem. He had completely exhausted his Psionic powers. They were gone.

Also gone was any notion that he “controlled” the Eater of Worlds. Freed from its Psionic shackles at last, the Eater of Worlds utterly overthrew its “master.”

The very fabric of time and space tore, revealing a hole in the universe right between Mira and Manaaki! Like a black hole, everything in the immediate area began falling towards the Void Rift, including Manaaki, Mira, and Moana.

Mira grabbed Moana’s lifeless arm and started pulling her away from the Void Rift. Manaaki tried to run, but the Eater of Worlds, Whisperers in the Void, Composer of Strands, and Instrument of Desire all reached out from inside the Void Rift and seized him with the terrifying appendages of their true nightmare-inducing forms.

Screaming in panic, Manaaki grabbed for anything within reach. With one hand, he latched onto Moana’s leg; and with the other, he grabbed Mira’s broken arm. Mira shrieked with pain and tried to kick Manaaki in the face, but missed and fell to the ground. All three of them were sliding across the ground towards the Void Rift and the hellish oblivion waiting on the other side of it.

DO NOT BRING THEM TO YOUR RECKONING.

The End of the Cycle addressed Manaaki directly. Crying, pleading, begging, Manaaki called to Mira. He was so desperate that he said the first thing to come into his mind:

“You can’t let them take me! You’ve barely gotten to know your Gift! I can help you master it! You need me!”

DO NOT BRING THEM TO YOUR RECKONING.

“PLEASE!! You’ll be alone without me! You won’t survive!!”

Moana’s eyes fluttered open. Barely conscious, she started struggling against Manaaki. Behind Mira, the rumbling noise had reached a volume where it could no longer be ignored. A voice cut through it.

“SHE IS NOT ALONE!!”

Three pairs of hands grabbed Mira around the shoulders and waist, pulling her and Moana away from the Void Rift. From Mira’s left, Tai stepped into view, his hair and clothes whipped about him by the pull of the Void Rift. He grabbed Manaaki’s hand and wrenched hard, breaking the Holy Father’s grip on Mira. At the same time, Moana finally regained consciousness. Reaching across the ground, she grabbed her bayonet and brought it slashing down on Manaaki’s other arm, causing him to let go of her. Freed up to move, Mira aimed one last kick and hit the Holy Father in the face! Manaaki was pulled off the ground at last, screaming and wailing he disappeared into the Void Rift, which promptly closed like an eyelid, shrank into nothingness, and was gone.

The silence was deafening.

Slowly at first, then rapidly, Mira was finally overcome by pain. She had completely exhausted her own powers during that final stand, spending every last bit of Psi energy until nothing remained. Since they were no longer being suppressed, every one of her injuries began to compete for attention, making themselves known in no uncertain terms. Mira was not really aware of falling over backwards and hitting the ground. She was not aware of much anymore, aside from her pain being slowly replaced with a gentle warmth that covered her body like a blanket. Mira felt surprisingly comfortable, she might just fall asleep here…

If only someone would stop spraying her with something cold.

Mira’s vision sharpened. Anahera was kneeling on the ground next to her, spraying the damaged side of Mira’s face with a Nanomedikit. The was an itchy sensation in Mira’s face as thousands of microscopic robots worked to cauterize her wounds, and her vision flashed as someone secured a medical eyepatch over her empty eye socket. Mira became aware of nearly half-a-dozen people moving around her, while next to her Moana sat upright and moaned,

“Oh, you guys took your time, didn’t you?”

Somewhere to Mira’s right, Kahu and Tai chuckled softly.

“You looked like you had everything under control, Ranginui.” Said Kahu, “I wasn’t going to steal your thunder.”

Looking around, Mira saw that several dozen Monarchist soldiers had come forward to secure the Command Center. While they breached the building, Tai and Kahu were helping Anahera unpack and deploy her medical gear.

“Ana…” Moana groaned, “How did you get here?”

Bushranger crashed,” Anahera replied as she carefully placed Mira’s arm into a sling. “Rangi, Aranui, and I got picked up by Her Majesty when she started heading this way.”

Mira looked around. A massive convoy of military vehicles had arrived and the area was swarming with several hundred reinforcing soldiers. Wounded and dead alike were being recovered and carried off the field in truckloads. Amidst all of this Mira spotted Maki. Her niece was standing just outside the Command Center’s front door and watching as her soldiers stormed the complex. Maki was still wearing an army uniform, but her small stature caused her to stand out like a sore thumb against the ring of military bodyguards that tried to hide her from view.

Mira wrenched herself to her feet; ignoring Anahera’s protests, she staggered past Moana and approached Maki. Two of the bodyguards saw her coming and raised their weapons threateningly, but they were pushed aside by the young Queen, who ran forward to hug her aunt, only to stop at the sight of Mira’s injuries.

“Holy Miranda!” Maki squeaked, “Are you alright?!”

“No, of course not.” Mira answered. “But that doesn’t matter right now. What can I do to help you?”

Maki shook her head,

“Sit down, Aunt Mira. You’ve done plenty. Can you even see right now?”

Mira blinked her one remaining eye.

“What do you mean? Of course, I can see just fine.”

Maki took a cautious step back.

“Aunt Mira” she said, “Your eye… the good one… it’s not red anymore. It turned grey.”

There were no mirrors or windows around, so Mira just took Maki at her word. She already thought she knew why this had happened, anyway. Maki scratched her head.

“If it means anything,” Maki said, “You kinda look like Queen Kendra, you know... the Peacemaker.”

From inside the Command Center, Mira heard a great deal of yelling and shouting. There was a single gunshot, which caused the yelling to intensify, and then finally, a soldier’s voice called out through the open doorway:

“One enemy VIP in custody! Coming out the front door!

Six people wearing handcuffs were escorted out of the Command Center. Five of them were Green Guards, but the little girl at the end of the line drew all eyes to herself.

Aronui no longer looked like a Queen. Her white hair was knotted and stained with blood. Her wrists and hands were so emaciated that her cuffs were clearly about to fall off. Escape was apparently not on Aronui’s agenda, though. She stared forlornly at her feet as they shuffled along the muddy ground. A Monarchist soldier grabbed the 11-year-old “Queen” by the scruff of the neck and force-marched her across what had once been the Command Center’s front lawn. He was steering her directly towards Maki.

As Aronui was made to approach, Mira noticed the 13-year-old Queen was holding a pistol in her hand, and she quickly realized what might happen.

“Maki,” Mira gasped, “You’re not gonna… you’re not going to-?!”

“Why the hell not?” Maki asked, “You’ve done it. Moana and Rangi did it too. I’m gonna be a strong Queen, like Grandma wanted you to be! I’ll be strong for both of us. Isn’t that what you want?!”

Mira had completely forgotten that Maki was a child, and would follow the example set by adults around her. Maki had not actually seen Mira kill anyone, but she still knew Mira had done the deed at least once; and now it seemed like she was going to try and follow in her Aunt’s bloody footsteps. Mira wondered if there was any way to stop Maki from going down this path, or if she was already too late.

Frantically, Mira tried to force her way into Maki’s mind, but her Psionic powers were gone forever. That route was closed. Aronui was about twenty Bios away. Mira desperately tried to think of something that might change Maki’s mind.

“Maki,” Mira started to say, but Maki interrupted,

“Quiet. You’ve done your part, Aunt Mira. Now let me do my job and end this war like a real Queen.”

There was nothing left. The final act was completely out of Mira’s hands. She could only watch as her niece came face to face with Aronui. In full view of nearly nine hundred Monarchist soldiers, the two rival Queens faced one another on the battlefield. Even though Manaaki’s influence over Aronui had ended, her personality and sense of self was still erased. A gloomy, emotionless expression was permanently etched onto Aronui’s face.

The False Queen didn’t even look Maki in the eyes, lifting her head to stare at Maki’s neck instead. Maki didn’t raise her pistol. She didn’t even put her finger inside the trigger guard. Maki spoke in a low voice that implied terrible consequences.

“Give it to me.”

Aronui’s handcuffs slid off as soon as she started moving her hands. With trembling fingers, she slipped the silver ring off her right index finger and held it out to Maki. The Whetu Kārerarera looked like it was stained with blood in the dim red light of the obscured sun. It fell from Aronui’s hand into Maki’s. As she slid the ring onto her own finger, Maki said;

“Who is the Queen of Partoga?”

“You are, your Majesty.” Aronui answered meekly.

Maki raised her pistol and pressed the barrel to Aronui’s chest. Mira tried to step forward, but a soldier caught her from behind and held her still.

“Look me in the eye,” Maki raised her voice, “And renounce your claim so that everyone can hear you!”

Aronui finally looked up. The orange-red light fully illuminated her face as she locked eyes with Maki.

“I don’t want to be Queen anymore!” Aronui’s voice, little though it was, carried a short way across the battleground. “I concede!”

Maki put both hands on her pistol…. And flipped a switch that dropped the magazine on the ground. As she lowered the weapon, Maki ejected the last round, which hit the mud with a pitiful noise. Aronui and Maki both relaxed.

“I’m so sick and tired of fighting.” Said Maki. She started speaking to Aronui, but turned to address the five remaining Green Guards.

“I’m sure everyone else is too.” She addressed the prisoners, “So, let’s do this like Kendra the Peacemaker did, alright? Amnesty and forgiveness for every man and woman who renounces Aronui and recognizes me as their Queen. Do you think that will get your comrades on other fronts to stop fighting?”

The last five Green Guards looked at one another, all nodding. Then one of them, a man no older than Mira, raised his arm to salute Maki and cheered loudly.

“Long live Emily! Long live the Queen!”

The celebratory chant was taken up by all of the surrounding soldiers. Their voices, their chants of “Long live the Queen!” echoed powerfully off the walls of Archer’s Canyon, rebounded across the pulverized slopes of the Unnamed Mountain, deflected off the dense ceiling of smoke and ash before returning to the blackened ground that had once been Fort Miranda.

Amidst the celebrations, Mira felt her strength waning again. She knew that she was probably going to collapse in a few minutes. Mira was not sure if she’d ever wake up again, and there was just one thing left to do before then.

While Maki started organizing military messengers to spread word of the armistice, Mira slipped away from the group and climbed into the wreckage of the old chapel. Despite the loss of her powers, she seemed to know what was waiting for her inside.

The End of the Cycle was curled up on the floor near the altar like an animal in deep slumber. The Whisperers in the Void rested nearby. They both raised their heads as Mira approached. She was expecting whatever had happened to Manaaki to happen to her as well. When the seconds ticked by with no Void Rift appearing, Mira felt confused.

THAT WAS HIS RECKONING. NOT YOURS.

Mira was still confused.

“But, I’ve exhausted my powers…” she said, “There’s no way I can do what you want me to do.”

THE END IS ALREADY HERE.

The monster rose to its feet and regarded Mira one last time.

THIS IS YOUR RECKONING.

And then it was gone. Mira was alone with the Whisperers in the Void.

Neither could look the other in the eye. Finally, the Shroud-Being spoke first.

“So, you’ve ended the cycle. Well done.”

Mira looked up at her former Muse.

“What happens now?”

The Whisperers in the Void seemed to consider their words for a moment.

“Another Cycle will start.” They replied, “Life, the universe, and your reckoning will all continue.”

Mira sat down on one of the wrecked pews, pointed to her own head and asked,

“You can’t come back, can you?”

“No.” The Whisperers in the Void answered. “You are exhausted. Fortunately, you upheld your end of the agreement with both us and them, so there is no need for you to join us. You allowed us an escape from that place, even if it was only temporary. We are grateful to you.”

A loud noise and some yelling outside the chapel caught Mira’s attention. She looked away for a brief moment to see what was going on, but when she looked back, the Whisperers in the Void had disappeared.

“Mira! Mira, where’d you go?”

Maki burst into the ruined chapel, two of her bodyguards behind her.

“There you are!” said Maki, clutching her chest and panting, “Don’t run away like that. What are you doing?”

Mira relaxed in her seat. It seemed like there was nothing left for Mira to do.

“Nothing. Just looking for a place to sleep.”

Mira closed her eyes and slipped into infinite silence and shadow.


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Mira slowly regained consciousness. She was being carried across the battlefield on a stretcher. Two army medics were talking to someone else. Mira turned her head and saw that most of her friends were following her. Moana was being half-carried with one arm on Tai’s shoulder and another on Anahera’s as they walked the ground together a few paces behind Mira’s stretcher. Kahu and his father were leading the way, chatting excitedly and pointing up at something Mira couldn’t see. A platoon of soldiers ran past, going in the opposite direction to everyone else. Looking up, Mira saw the sky was now completely filled with pitch-dark clouds. Both air and spacecraft were landing and taking off from the battlefield in rapid succession.

A little hand squeezed hers. Mira had to turn her head most of the way over to see Maki out of her one remaining eye. Walking beside her was Captain Rangi, who looked thoroughly battered by the day’s action, and Anika Aranui; equally beaten up, but otherwise alive. Anika was also pointing at something on the horizon Mira couldn’t see.

“Maki.” Mira groaned,

Maki turned to look at Mira and gave her hand a much tighter squeeze.

“The medics are taking care of you,” Maki said, “They’ve stopped the bleeding and you’re not in any danger of dying, don’t worry.”

“Where are we going?” Mira’s voice was hoarse.

“Partoga City.” Maki answered, “You and your friends are going to take some time to rest and recover, and I’m going to actually rule my Kingdom. We just have to wait for the next ship. Put her down here!”

The medics set Mira down on some soft ground and then ran to the bottom of the hillside, where they deployed bright green flares to catch the attention of the Assault Frigate Dervish, which was hovering over the battlefield nearby. With the soldiers out of the way, Mira could finally see what everyone was pointing at and talking about. Maki followed Mira’s gaze and sighed.

“Yeah… that happened during the battle. No one noticed until after we got you out of the chapel.”

Mira stared open-mouthed and speechless at the awe-inspiring sight on the horizon:

The Unnamed Mountain had awoken. A narrow column of thick white clouds rose away from the summit, marking the spot where the sacred Crater Lake used to be. The holy waters from which nearly every Partogan had drunk were vaporized and sent into the sky as a great column of opaque steam. Further down the mountainside, slopes were being continuously devastated by rockslides and avalanches, ripping away the peaceful façade of a calm mountain and revealing the ruthless features of the volcano within… a volcano that had transcended the need for a name by killing almost everyone on the planet 687 years ago.

It was Riri Nui. The Great Wrath.

Mira gazed at the steam rising from the summit of Riri Nui and her heart sank. She had almost certainly done that.

“Maki,” she started.

“Already thought about them,” Maki interrupted, “Dad and Grandpa are safe. I made some calls and they were picked up fifteen minutes ago. They’re being moved to the palace.”

Mira’s father and brother hadn’t even crossed her mind. She was so grateful that Maki had thought to save them, and Mira tried to say as much, but Maki just said.

“Save it for my enthronement, alright?”

Mira, Maki, Tai, Moana, Anahera, Rangi, Anika, Kahu, and Prince Kahurangi all sat down in the grass and watched Riri Nui send even more steam into the sky. The sight was oddly satisfying, as though Riri Nui itself had also had some burden lifted from its shoulders. Tai laid down on Mira’s right and held her hand.

“Well, what happens now?” He asked, “Do we just wait for the end?”

Mira squeezed his hand back. She and her friends had survived disasters in deep space, ship-to-ship space battles, nuclear warfare, and a confrontation with a powerful Psionic warrior. After everything that had come before, Riri Nui just couldn’t scare Mira.

“This isn’t the end of anything.” She said, “Not by a long shot.”

Mira looked over at Maki, who was adjusting the silver ring on her finger. The Whetu Kārerarera sparkled in the afternoon light. Maki looked up from the green gemstone and stared defiantly at Riri Nui. She only looked away when the Dervish finally landed at the bottom of the hill and lowered its boarding ramp. Everyone got to their feet and made ready to leave. Mira pulled herself up and looked around at her friends. One by one, they tore their eyes away from the rousing volcano to face Mira and Maki.

“Everyone aboard!” Mira said, putting her good arm around Maki’s shoulder. “Maki’s reign is just starting. You don’t want to miss it, do you?”



 
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I can't remember if that line about the 100 cycles before was in the original. I don't think so - it's a pretty clear reference to things revealed later in the Series - but I'm not certain.

Were there any factions that disagreed with a hereditary monarchy and a government with the Church in control? Partoga was an elective monarchy - was what Queen Kendra II did even legal?

Why was Mira's hair white after her deal with the End of the Cycle? And did it turn silver again after she was exhausted?

How much knowledge of their ultimate fate did the End of the Cycle have? And, if they knew about their death occurring before Paradox's, why didn't they try to fight it?

Why couldn't the other three Shroud-Beings overpower Manaaki and the Eater of Worlds and escape? Why is there such a great power differential?

How did Manaaki find out about the Shroud and its inhabitants, anyway? Heck, how did he find out how to use his powers? Trial and error? How long did he have them?

Why didn't Manaaki attempt to make Mira his apprentice to begin with, making her reliant on him and removing a potential enemy? It would've been the ultimate revenge... was there just not time?
 
Peace at last. :)
And what a short-lived peace it was. Just 26 years went by between Chapter Five of After Everything and the first Interlude of Faith in Chaos.

I can't remember if that line about the 100 cycles before was in the original.
It was there the whole time. Back in 2018, the narration referring to "waiting a hundred eternities" was a direct reference to some flavor text in Stellaris that claimed the End of the Cycle had always been waiting for the player to arrive.

Now, in the aftermath of Faith in Chaos and The Stormbreakers, that line has taken on new meaning.

Were there any factions that disagreed with a hereditary monarchy and a government with the Church in control? Partoga was an elective monarchy - was what Queen Kendra II did even legal?
Converting Partoga into a hereditary monarchy would have been an unpopular move. Queen Kendra II had enough of the National Assembly in her pocket to pull off the move, and then make it legal retroactively. But the general populace probably would have protested if she had not been murdered. Since Partoga is an authoritarian state, popular distain for the change would not have mattered.

I said "would not have mattered." By killing off the Queen in a way that he could be tied to, Manaaki turned most average citizens against him and into the arms of the Monarchist faction.

Why was Mira's hair white after her deal with the End of the Cycle? And did it turn silver again after she was exhausted?
The sudden appearance change was a reference to XCOM2. When a soldier becomes Gifted in that game, their customization options are forcibily changed to "white hair, purple eyes" to signify the new status. Over the course of the Stormbreaker series, I made it a rule that hair color would not change, but a persons eyes would always shift to purple, violet, or indigo when they became Gifted. Once their powers were exhausted, their eyes would turn grey.

How much knowledge of their ultimate fate did the End of the Cycle have? And, if they knew about their death occurring before Paradox's, why didn't they try to fight it?
In All Our Sins Remembered, the narration explicitly refers to the End of The Cycle as omniscient. It knows everything, which means it knew about things like The Battle at the End of Time and the War in Heaven far in advance.*

The End of the Cycle knew its part to play in the Galaxy was ending, and that its own vengeful pursuit of Akira was only a part of that path.


*Whether or not Akira successfully hoodwinked it at the end of that book is up to the reader.

Why couldn't the other three Shroud-Beings overpower Manaaki and the Eater of Worlds and escape? Why is there such a great power differential?
That power differential was caused by the Eater of Worlds being bound to Manaaki. The Instrument, Whisperer, and Composer would have had to fight the Eater to break free. Once Manaaki exhausted himself, all four Shroud-Beings were able to break loose simultaneously.

How did Manaaki find out about the Shroud and its inhabitants, anyway? Heck, how did he find out how to use his powers? Trial and error? How long did he have them?
Manaaki had access to his Gift for decades before the start of the story, keeping it a closely guarded secret. His knowledge of Psionics was drawn mostly from Levakian records that survived the Second Hyperspace War. (The Mangaia, Levakia's capital city, was left in ruin during the war, but not totally destroyed)

Why didn't Manaaki attempt to make Mira his apprentice to begin with, making her reliant on him and removing a potential enemy? It would've been the ultimate revenge... was there just not time?
I think the enmity between Mihaka and Ranginui families was so strong at this point that Manaaki would have been confronted by members of his own clan if he attempted to take Mira under his wing. Plus, he would have detected her Psionic Sensitivity while Mira was young. Queen Kendra II would still be alive until Mira was a teen, making her inaccessible anyway.
 
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Epilogue: Ending at the Beginning
Author's notes: It is not mentioned in the chapter, but Pipiri 30 (June 30) is Mira's birthday. She is 39 when the story ends.


Epilogue: Ending at the Beginning


30 Pipiri, 687 - HAPPY NAMING DAY!!

I don’t need a computer to make one last log entry. I’ve got a sheet of paper and a pencil! It’s been 15 days since Maki put an end to the war. Moana and I both had to spend a few days in Mangatoki Hospital here in downtown Partoga but now we’re well enough to get up and walk around town. My arm is going to be in a cast for months, but at least I’ll get to use it again. There was nothing they could do for my eye. Guess I get to look like Queen Kendra the Peacemaker for the rest of my life.

Some really good news: turns out the Mountain helped us end the war. Hundreds of soldiers saw Riri Nui threatening to erupt while Aronui was still wearing the Royal Ring. They spread the word that the Mountain disapproved of her and that it wanted Maki to be Queen instead. Since we defeated Manaaki at the same time, the priests of the Church of the Mountain had no choice but to go along with it. They couldn’t come up with any way to convince people that Riri Nui was still on their side. The rumor spread around quickly, and every Theocrat surrendered by the end of the week.

Riri Nui is still active. There are about 20 to 30 small earthquakes every day and just as many landslides or avalanches. They’re small, but I think they’re getting more frequent as time goes on. Once in a while, some ash or smoke will come out of the summit. The Sacred Lake is gone, so Maki issued a Royal Decree saying that climbing the Mountain is no longer a requirement for becoming a legal adult. Now children become grownups on their fifteenth birthday automatically. It goes against the Church of the Mountain’s teachings, but they really aren’t in a position to argue these days. The Way of the Mountaineer is really unpopular right now.

But you know who is popular? My niece! Today is her enthronement day! Of course this is just ceremonial. Maki’s been ruling the Kingdom on her own for 2 weeks now. She’s issued nearly a dozen Decrees and even started reforming the Royal Succession system. (No more elections!) Anika says there’s almost two million people crammed into the Royal Gardens outside the Great Library for the ceremony later today. Most of them were camping in the gardens last night to try and get a good spot. I feel a little sorry for them though, because the Mihaka family already has the best seats in the house! My Dad, my little bro Tai, Moana, and I will be right next to Maki for the big moment. Oh! I totally forgot to mention that: With Manaaki and Tamati gone and the rest of her family in prison, Moana’s kind of an orphan. So, Maki and I decided to adopt her into the Mihaka family. Moana’s changing her last name from Ranginui to Mihaka.

Oh, there’s so much I want to say, so many stories to tell... but I’m running out of paper and I have to leave in an hour, so I guess this is where I have to stop. The Midak crew officially disbanded yesterday, so we’re all having one last get-together before we part ways. Even if none of us ever see each other again, I won’t forget any of them. After everything we’ve been through, they’re no less my family than the rest.

Time to say goodbye, I guess.

Signing off,

Mira Mihaka, 1st Crown Princess of the Kingdom of Partoga





And that, dear readers, is the end of After Everything- Remastered Edition. Thank you so much for joining me on this revisit to my first ever AAR. This was so much fun!




I am working on a new story that might come to the forums later this autumn. Check out the preview below and find out if it interests you!

Song of the Solitaire – A Stellaris Story

Prologue

The rise and fall of the Great Khan has left the Galaxy in a dark age. The past thirteen years have seen the birth of new possibilities and the festering of old grudges. The once dominant Nagyari Horde has fractured in the absence of a strong ruler. The interstellar megacorporation, Minamar Specialized Industries, has seized the Horde’s vast wealth of treasure, resources, and slaves. While MSI gorges itself on the Horde’s remains, forces loyal to the Great Khan lurk in secret hiding places, waiting for their chance to strike back.

While the Nagyari struggle between past and future, the Sutharian people have won, through force of arms, their independence from MSI and established a new spacefaring nation.

Even a fragile peace has its politics. The many Sutharian ethnic groups established a republic, debating their own future as equals… but the tentative union soon felt the stress of ambition and greed. When tested, it failed. Within the last year, the Sutharian Republic reformed itself into the Sutharian Empire.

The Olinbar Flagship used in the Sutharian War for Independence still exists. Recovered and repaired by the Sutharians, she now serves her captors, and often patrols Sutharian territory alone. With hostile powers bordering the Sutharian Empire on all sides, military pressure on the young nation is intense.

The reign of Malum Ralpakin and his Nagyari Horde is over.

But the Galaxy remains a dangerous place…



About one thousand lightyears away from the Galactic Core, there is a region of space called the Luminous Frontier. It is a beautiful place filled with young stars and new worlds. One of those worlds is called Lightwater Moon, a small rocky sphere orbiting a gas giant. Some three million people live here. The largest city is Colonia Emerita, and our story begins here on a chilly winter evening.

In the heart of the city, blue-skinned Olinbar people go about their evening. Daytime workers are on their way home while night workers head off to their duties. The city is alight with advertisements. The megacorporation MSI has ensured that all neutral space in the city is put to use. The result is a very bright and colorful urban environment.

Near the center of Colonia Emerita, a temple complex occupies a small park. Consisting of a shrine, a monetary, and a few other religious structures, the Lifewater Megachurch stands out from its surroundings. The outer wall surrounding the temple was plastered in advertisements for the religious institution, while the buildings inside of the complex are kept clean and tidy. A holographic image depicting five deities hovered in front of the building’s front face, looking down upon the laypeople with judgmental expressions.

Inside the main temple complex, three Megachurch executives wrapped up their nightly meeting and prepared to go home. Two of these men were Olinbar, while the third was a Sutharian.

Just like the Olinbar, the Sutharians were bipedal life-forms with mostly hairless bodies. In another time and place, the word “Humanoid” would have been used to describe both Olinbar and Sutharians. For the reader’s convenience, the word Humanoid will be used to link similar species together, even though these people do not know the word itself.

The trio of executives walked through the temple and toward the front door. This building had only two entrances, the main door and a single emergency exit on the far side of the building. Before the executives reached the door, there was a sudden, loud pounding from the other side. Someone was knocking on the door as hard and fast as they could.

“Help me!” A girl’s voice cried out from the other side. “Please help me!”

One of the Olinbar executives quickened his pace and reached the door. He swung it open.

He found a Sutharian girl standing in the entryway. She was an adorable thirteen-year old with pale white skin, freckles, amber eyes and copper-red hair that was so long it reached her waist. A crystal pendant hung from the end of her necklace. She was panting as though she had just run a kilometer and wore an outfit typically reserved for male laborers.

“Please!” The girl gasped, “They’re after me! Let me find someplace to hide!”

The Megachurch executive looked over the girl’s head and spotted four electric vehicles pull through the gate and into the temple complex. Large thuggish men emerged from the vehicles. Some of them were armed with pistols and stun batons.

The executive stood aside and allowed the girl to enter the temple. Then, all three men retreated inside the building and slammed the door shut.

Within moments, a dozen would-be kidnappers surrounded the temple. Armed men put their shoulders to both the front door and emergency exit, then started trying to force their way in. The executive trio had barricaded the front door with furniture, so the emergency exit gave way first.

The kidnappers flooded into the temple, and the executives were cornered.

“Where is she!?” A gruff Olinbar man shouted, pointing his blaster at the hostages. “Where’s the girl!?”

The Megachurch executives refused to speak. The leader of the kidnappers, an elderly Sutharian man with a scruffy beard, opened his backpack and produced a blowtorch:

“I know you’re a man of the gods, so pay attention.” The lead kidnapper said. “I swear, with the Specter of Oblivion as my witness, I will burn this place to the ground if I don’t get that girl, right now! Do I make myself clear?”

One of the Olinbar executives cracked.

“We locked her in the basement.” He said. “She’s hiding somewhere down there.”

“Everyone! Basement, now!” The old man yelled.

The kidnappers descended the stairs two at a time, dragging their hostages behind them. The executives were forced to unlocked the basement door and the kidnappers entered.

The basement underneath the temple consisted of three rooms joined by a central hallway. Ten of the kidnappers fanned out to search the basement while two stayed behind to block the exit.

The first room was a cellar, used to store donated food and drink. The kidnappers tore the cellar apart, opening every crate and looking in the nooks and crannies. The girl was not found, so the kidnappers moved on to the next room:

The second room was a commercial kitchen, stocked with enough cookery and crockery to feed a thousand people at once. Again, the place was ransacked and the girl was not found.

Finally, the kidnappers moved to the third and final room…

It was empty, save for a single stone archway in the exact center of the chamber. The arch itself was wholly unremarkable and the kidnappers ignored it.

“Where is she!?” One of the kidnappers screamed in desperation.

The group fanned out, searching the entire temple from top to bottom. Then they moved to other buildings in the Megachurch complex. The monetary, the Shrine, even the homeless shelter were burgled and ransacked. After an hour of frantic searching, the kidnappers were finally forced to accept the truth.

Somehow, their quarry had escaped.
 
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I liked the remastered edition, and it was nice to be able to comment on this "live"!

The fall of the Church of the Mountain makes logical sense. I wonder what happened after the Mountain erupted, and the Battle at the End of Time happened. Partoga died... but Paroga wasn't the only place to survive the War in Heaven in this cycle...
 
Left a little bit worried about what The Reckoning will be though, that's the biggest loose end. But that's another story.
Quite literally. The aftershocks from the Reckoning would be felt all the way out to The Stormbreakers and beyond.

The fall of the Church of the Mountain makes logical sense. I wonder what happened after the Mountain erupted, and the Battle at the End of Time happened. Partoga died... but [Partoga] wasn't the only place to survive the War in Heaven in this cycle...
With Partoga removed from the Galaxy, Earth was the only spacefaring civilization to survive the events of After Everything. (within the bounds of the 115th Cycle, anyway) However, if All Our Sins Remembered is any indication, then the eventual extinction of Humanity should be considered equally likely as their long-term survival.


And with the Epilogue posted, it's complete. :)
I liked the remastered edition, and it was nice to be able to comment on this "live"!

Thanks for reading! Glad to have you along for the journey!