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Chapter 9: There's a Future in the Past
Today is the 1-year anniversary of Faith in Chaos - A Stellaris Story! There's only one way to celebrate the occasion: here's the climax of The Stormbreakers - Act One: All That Remains!

This new chapter comes complete with references to DossiAARs - Prelude to the Stormbreakers and the re-appearance of a major character from Faith In Chaos! Enjoy!

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Chapter Nine
There’s a Future in the Past

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The Skyranger flies low over rural East Asia.


Airspace above Inner Mongolia, East Asia
Saturday, May 5, 2035 – 3:50am



The flight back to Japan went by in a blur. Yutaka worked on Song’s injury for nearly an hour before sewing up the wound and giving her some sleeping pills. With Song unconscious, Chong-Il and I fiddled about with the climate controls until the overwhelming smell of blood was filtered out of the air. Jericho and Sophia fell asleep on one another’s shoulders.

By the time the Skyranger was over the Gobi desert, Yutaka and I were the only ones still awake. He leaned forward in his seat, fingers pressed together in deep thought. His eyes never broke contact with Jericho.

“Do you think any of this has happened before?” Yutaka’s question caught me off-guard.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“Think about it.” Yutaka said. “Jericho’s so-called ‘mother’ has had contact with a time-traveler and carried a device that told her about future events. The only way that time-traveler would know about those events was if they’d actually been there.”

Yutaka cast a suspicious eye at Jericho.

“I know the Commander forbade her from telling us about the future, but I’m still disturbed by what she said in the Blacksite. We really weren’t supposed to find out about the Partogan fleet until later? If she knew we were going to find out anyway, why not just tell us?”

“Maybe the timing has something to do with it?” I offered. “Perhaps the future changes if we learn stuff early.”

Yutaka shook his head.

“No, Robinson. The future isn’t something you can just rebuild or alter.”

He continued to look over Jericho’s sleeping form. Yutaka seemed to be talking to himself, using me as a sounding board.

“Jericho really does know our destinies. She may even know her own fate already. The future itself isn’t going to change, no. Instead… the path we take to reach our fates is going to be different. That’s the key.”

Yutaka undid his safety belts and crossed over to the other side of the Skyranger. He took the empty seat next to Jericho and quite literally cozied up to her, putting one of his hands on her leg. Jericho didn’t wake up, but she did shuffle about, seeming to recoil from something.

“What a fascinating girl.” Yutaka’s voice was barely more than a whisper.

Yuk! Look at something else!

I nearly jumped out of my seat!

Chihiro! I thought. I can hear you!

Yeah, you must’ve just come back into my range.
Chihiro’s telepathic voice filled my mind. Now we know the Psi Link doesn’t work over long distances. I’ll be ready for that next time. How’d your mission go?

I refocused my mind and called forth memories of everything that had happened in the Aralkum desert. The ambush, the encounter with the Chosen Hunter, and the discovery about Jericho’s mom. I finished by slowly moving my eyes over to Song, and allowing Chihiro to get a good look at Yutaka’s handiwork.

Yeah, great. Chihiro’s voice dripped with sarcasm. Just get her back here and let the real medics do the work.

I asked Chihiro how her mission in Tokyo had gone. Words and images tumbled into my mind without restraint.

Tokyo’s even more crowded than when I was kid! There’s almost fifty million people living there now! Took us nearly a day to find the guy we were looking for.

A mental image filled my mind’s eye. It was of a middle-aged Japanese man who wore a blue sweater vest and rectangular glasses. His hair was going grey and receding at the same time, while the expression on his face was one of exhaustion. In my mind, the name “Doctor Hongo Marizuki” became associated with the man.

Doctor Marizuki was a professional astrologer. Chihiro explained. He detected the Elder’s Temple Ship in orbit above Earth twenty years ago before the aliens attacked. You’ll never believe this, Blake: He says Jericho is right about that space fleet coming towards us now! He’s been tracking that armada for weeks!

I looked over at Jericho again, my eyes wide.

“No way.” I muttered under my breath. “She knew.”

Yutaka was only half listening to me.

“Of course she knew.” He muttered before draping one of his arms across her shoulder.

Tell those two to get a room! I’m trying to talk to you here! Chihiro’s voice got my attention again. What about you? Are you okay? I can tell you’ve been hurt.

I reached up and absentmindedly rubbed the bruise on my chest. In the back of my mind, I got the feeling that Chihiro had simultaneously done the same. Even though she was physically unharmed, she had experienced a dull pain in the middle of her torso.

I’ll live. I told her. You can see for yourself when we get back to the Avenger. Are you already there?

We’re close enough to see it.
Chihiro answered. Probably another ten minutes walking and the mission will be over for my team. Where are you?

I struggled to pull a map of East Asia out of my pocket without waking up Chong-Il.

Near the border of Inner Mongolia and Manchuria. I answered. We’ll be back in Japan before long.

Good.
Chihiro answered. I’m going to board the ship and do the debriefing now. I’ll see you soon! I love you!

Love you too.


Chihiro’s withdrawal from my mind felt a little like I was hanging up a phone. I smiled, grateful that we’d finally gotten comfortable with the Psi Link between us. Finally, I was starting to feel sleepy. I shut my eyes and did my best to ignore a whispered conversation between Yutaka and Jericho, who was awake now. The humming of the Skyranger’s engines and the aircraft’s gentle vibrations were the best lullaby I could ask for. A quick nap before landing, just close my eyes for a moment…



“Robinson! Wake up!”

I startled! The Skyranger was abuzz with activity, and everyone was awake. Yutaka was standing up in the aisle way, clutching a radio receiver to his ear. Chong-Il was writing something down in his notepad frantically while Jericho was helping Soo into a seat and strapping her in. Sophia was the one who had shook me awake.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“The Avenger just contacted us with new orders.” Sophia explained. “Delta Squad got jumped before they reached their objective in Kanna. They’re being overwhelmed!”

“Since we’ve got the Skyranger,” Chong-Il added, “We’re being sent to bail them out.”

I stood up and keyed in the Squad Leader’s passcode to the weapons locker.

“What do we know about the situation?” I asked.

“Very few ADVENT on the ground.” Yutaka said. “It’s a mostly alien force down there, and they’re being led by the Chosen Warlock.”

Everyone froze. I slowly turned on the spot and faced Yutaka.

“Say that again!?”

“The Warlock.” Yutaka repeated. “He’s already there, on the field. And it sounds like he’s brought a small army with him. Whatever the aliens have in Kanna, they’re willing to defend it with their heaviest weaponry and most elite soldiers.”

Yutaka rounded on Jericho. To my surprise, Jericho seemed to wilt under Yutaka’s gaze. Something about the way he looked at her seemed to just sap Jericho of any confidence.

“It’s a Psi Gate.” She said quietly. “An interdimensional gateway held open by Psionic energy. There’s a handful of them on Earth, and the one in Kanna is the most poorly defended.”

“Most poorly defended!?” Chong-Il repeated incredulously. “Sounds like our people are getting massacred over there!”

“That’s because XCOM isn’t supposed to get the Psi Gate for another month!” Jericho protested. “This mission is supposed to fail!”

“Not if I can help it.” I said. “Everyone sit down!”

I pushed my way to the front of the Skyranger and banged on the cockpit door.

“Hey, Firebrand!” I shouted.

“We’re already en-route to Delta Squad’s position.” Wendy Carter yelled from the other side. “ETA two hours!”

“Can you get us there any faster!?”

“Not unless you want me to fly this thing apart!”

“FLY IT APART THEN!”

I looked back at my squad.

“We’re getting Delta out of there, alive!” I said. “No other option is acceptable.”

All around us, the Skyranger shuddered dangerously as her engines were throttled all the way up. I cast a look at Jericho.

“If you want us to keep helping you, then you need to help us.” I said. “Is there anything we need to know about this fight, or that Psi gate?”

Jericho took a deep breath and bit her lip.

“The Psi Gate is being protected by some of the most powerful aliens the Elders have.” She said. “I’ve fought a few of them, but never more than one or two at a time. We’re going to have to deal with a lot of dangerous enemies all at once. So if I tell you to run, you’ll run. Don’t argue, don’t ask questions, just run.



Chihiro, have you been listening?

Kinda. I found out about Delta Squad just before you did. Are you going to help them?

We’re already on the way.

So am I. I’m tagging along with Voodoo Squad. We’re going on foot. Isis is coming with me.

Be careful, Chi. I’ve heard there are some really powerful aliens out there.

Right. I promise not to kill them all before you get here.



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Delta Squad got close to the Psionic Gate, but a significant enemy force was lying in wait for them. With no way to retreat to the Avenger, they had no choice but to dig in and defend until another XCOM squad arrived to relieve them.


Kanna River, Honshu Island
Saturday, May 5, 2035 – 5:10am



“Contact! Four Mutons behind the treeline! Put down suppressing fire!”

“Can’t do it, boss! I got problems of my own!”

“He’s down! Hazard is down!”

“They’re coming around the flanks! Get back!!”

“Who’s got the Medikit!? I’m hit!”

“Keep your heads down!! We’ve got incoming!”

“Got a lotta heat on me! Need help!”

“Mutons coming around the side! We’re being flanked!”

“They’re behind us! We can’t retreat!”

“Avenger, this is Delta One-One! We’re being overrun! We need emergency evac! NOW DAMNIT! NOW!”

High above the battlefield, the Skyranger’s engines screamed loudly as we came in for our approach! I hooked one of the rappelling lines to my harness and looked around at my four squadmates. Soo would be staying behind while Jericho, Yutaka, Sophia, and Chong-Il all listened to the voices of Delta Squad in our radios with grim expressions.

“Sounds like our guys are encircled.” Yutaka said. “Voodoo and Echo will have to fight their way in from the other side.”

“Then let’s give the aliens something else to shoot at!” I said. “Firebrand, give us five minutes and we’ll give you an LZ! Get ready to pick up a lotta wounded!”

“I’ll hold you to that, Trojan!” Wendy said over the radio. “I’ll be back in five mikes!”

The Skyranger’s boarding ramp dropped! We were just fifty or so feet above the ground! Flames licked the treetops as the forest below burned! About two hundred yards away from our position, deep in the forest, we saw brilliant flashes of purple and violet light flicker and strobe like an intense lightning storm. Gunfire and explosions sounded all around as five rappelling lines fell away from the Skyranger. Wendy brought the ship to a hover above the battlefield and I shouted:

“Go go go!”

Yutaka, Sophia, Chong-Il, and I all grabbed a line and fast-roped to the ground. Jericho jumped from the boarding ramp and fell straight to the ground! With a flash of light, Jericho vanished into thin air and rematerialized on the ground. A Muton yelped with fright as it appeared in the sky where Jericho had just been. With a pathetic cry, the alien fell fifty feet and slammed into the earth!

No sooner had the five of us hit the ground then we were in the thick of the fight! The Skyranger sped away immediately as greenish-yellow columns of light crisscrossed the sky above us!

“Contact right!” I yelled!

“Contact front!” Chong-Il shouted!

We were taking fire from two directions! Hiding in the dense forest, obscured from view by smoke and flame, aliens fired at us with beam weapons! I hit the deck, crawling on my hands and knees through the dirt until I found a big fallen log to take shelter behind.

“Return fire!” I shouted. “Pour it into ‘em!!”

The noise was overpowering! Near-constant gunfire made the air shudder and my eardrums throb. I poked my head over the top of the log and saw five huge, hulking Mutons in the forest.


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The Berserker is the largest and most dangerous variation of the modern-day Muton. These brutes are supposedly incapable of higher reasoning and have only ever been seen engaging in violence. During the late Second Hyperspace War, the ADVENT Army deployed Berserkers into combat in the Sol System for only a few months. Berserkers were quickly phased out of military service following a failed boarding of the Triple Alliance Flagship Mahuika in May of 2035.


I racked my shotgun and took a potshot at the nearest one. Splintered wood flew everywhere as the tree the Muton was using for cover was hit!

“Check your fire!” Sophia yelled. “Friendlies on our left!”

The soldiers of Delta Squad were in terrible shape. Of the original six-man team, only two were still fighting: a Norwegian man called Leif Berg and a Nigerian woman called Lehana Dikale. They were putting up one hell of a stand! The barrel of Leif’s light machine gun had gotten so hot that it was already melting! Lehana’s face was covered in blood and dirt and her equipment was in terrible shape. Her shotgun was bent and her sword broken, yet somehow she was still in the fight!

A very short distance away were the other four members of Delta Squad. Cory Tucker was lying flat on his back, both hands clutching a bloody wound in his middle and hyperventilating. Svetlana Guesva, a Russian woman, was lying flat on her face, clearly unconscious. Another Russian, Alexei Volobyov, was wounded but still fighting, both of his hands working furiously to get a damaged rifle working again. Rafal Kowalski appeared to be dead.

“Holy hell!” I yelled, “How long have you guys been here!?”

“About seventeen hours, give or take!” Alexei responded. “We’d all be dead if it wasn’t for that Hanako girl!”

A loud roar echoed through the forest, drowning out the sounds of the raging inferno around us!

“More Mutons!?” Leif yelled.

“That sounds like a Berserker!” Yutaka called back.

I pointed to the spot where we’d found the stranded soldiers.

“Gimme a defensive perimeter around Delta!” I yelled. “Make some room for the Skyranger!”

Suddenly, my field of view was filled with swirling flames and I was hit by a wall of heat! A tree, huge and old, had succumbed to the flames and fallen over! Ignoring the intense heat, I threw myself behind the trunk just as another pulse of beam weapon fire flew overhead. My hands were sweating so badly that I could barely keep a grip on my shotgun as I opened fire on a pair of approaching aliens, forcing them to retreat. Behind me, Yutaka reached the soldiers of Delta Squad and made contact.

“I hope to hell you’re our ride outta here!” Alexei shouted above the noise of battle.

“It’s on the way!” Yutaka answered. “We need to secure the area so she can land! How many of you can fight!?”

“Just the three of us!” Lehana answered. “Strobe and Smokejumper are down and we think Diesel bought the farm! We lost the Resistance girl too!”

I turned around to look at Lehana.

“Where’d you lose her?” I shouted.

Losing Homura Hanako was all kinds of bad. If she was still alive, then we couldn’t run the risk of her being captured by the enemy. She was the one who had tipped us off to this place! We couldn’t lose her!

Lehana pointed into the burning forest, over my shoulder.

“Quarter of a click that way.” She said. “Supernova got jumped by the Chosen Warlock!”

“Supernova?” Sophia repeated.

“That kid’s got one helluva Gift.” Lehana said.

But before anyone could say anything else, there was another huge eruption of gunfire! The aliens renewed their assault on our position, all thought went back to defense! I crawled towards a copse of trees that hadn’t been consumed by fire yet and sat up. Keeping my back to the tree trunk, I raised my shotgun and started firing into the moving shapes on our right flank!

After three misses, I finally hit a Muton! But those giant musclebound aliens don’t go down as easily as a person. The great big monster seemed to just shrug off the shotgun slug started bearing down on me! Each colossal footfall made the ground quake as it charged straight at me! I grabbed the handle of my sword, ready for a close encounter, but –

CRACK!

A projectile just big enough for me to see screamed in from my right and tore through the Muton’s body! Killed instantly, the alien collapsed and slid across the ashes before coming to rest in front of me. Jericho stepped out from behind a tree and reloaded her Bolt Caster.

“We’re not out of this yet!” She shouted, “Behind you!”

Something huge tore through the tree I was leaning against! I lurched forward and felt hot ashes and embers raining down on the back of my head! I rolled over and readied my shotgun…

The creature was almost twice as big as a Muton and had twice the teeth!

“Berserker!!” Chong-Il yelled. “Run!”

“NO!” Jericho projected her voice over the entire battlefield. “Everyone focus fire! Take it down together!”

Jericho, Chong-Il, Yutaka, Sophia, Lehana, Alexei, Leif and I all turned on the spot and began to sink bullets into the gigantic alien! Each shot seemed to do nothing except make it angry! The Berserker roared and began to charge! Moving faster than any of the other Mutons I’ve seen, I had only seconds to decide what I was going to do. I drew my sword and slashed it down just as the Berserker reached me! My blade caught the Berserker in the neck, it raised both of its arms and brought them down!

Pain. All kinds of pain. Nothing else made sense. Sights, sounds, smells… all of my senses were scrambled. I knew my head and chest were hurting, but I couldn’t tell how badly or why. The whole world seemed to be spinning, yet I knew I wasn’t moving. Something had hit me… something had killed me… but I wasn’t dead! I could feel a heartbeat… no… two heartbeats! I tried to focus, and peered through a set of eyes that weren’t my own.

The second I’d been hit by the Berserker, Chihiro Tachibana’s entire body had been wracked with incredible pain! Screaming at the top of her lungs, she charged forward into the fight, leaving the soldiers of Echo and Voodoo squads behind! By the time the enemy realized they’d been outflanked by XCOM reinforcements, it was beyond too late.

Nearly a dozen XCOM soldiers hit the enemy from the rear, with Chihiro at the front of the assault! The horde of Mutons couldn’t turn around quickly enough before being cut down by either Chihiro’s Shadowkeeper pistol or her Psionic Amplifier. Like a great wave on the ocean, XCOM’s forces rolled across the battlefield, sweeping up the enemy who couldn’t fight a three-front battle.

I saw all of this through Chihiro’s eyes, but I had never used our Psi Link like this before! Sure I’d looked through her eyes plenty of times, but now I was receiving input from all five of her senses. I could smell the sulfur and ash hovering in the air, appreciate the fact that Chihiro’s vision was better than my own, taste the blood and soot in her mouth, hear the soft-but-permanent ringing in her ears, and feel her feet sliding around in boots that were a size too big.

A kind of buzzing in the back of my mind told me that Chihiro knew what I was doing. In fact…

“There you are!” Chihiro said aloud!

She had used telepathy to trace my mind back to its body. I looked at my own form through her eyes, and felt really strange. I was lying on my side near the burned out remains of a large tree. Jericho and Yutaka were kneeling down next to me, spraying my head and neck with a Medikit. I could see the blood running down my own face as clearly as Chihiro could, as well as the spot where the Berserker had clubbed me in the head. Chihiro got down with the others and pressed her hands on my injuries.

“Hang on, Blake!” She gasped, “I’m not as good at this as Jericho but…”

It felt like I was caught in a powerful wind! My mind was sucked out of Chihiro’s head and back into my own body! The pain in my head and chest suddenly intensified and my eyes snapped open!

“Ow! Augh! What the hell!?” I yelled.

Chihiro intensified her grip on my forehead.

“Your skull is cracked!” She said loudly. “Hold still and gimme a few more seconds!”

The pain in my head was so intense I was starting to see stars! Blue and white points of light swam in front of me until there was a gentle snap just above my left eye, and a wave of relief seemed to course through my whole body. I could relax, finally.

“That’s just a temporary fix.” Chihiro said. “I’m no healer like she is, now get up! We’ve got a battle to win here!”

Chihiro pressed my shotgun back into my hands and pulled me upright. As I put one hand on the nearby tree to steady myself, I suddenly became aware of just how beaten down and tired I felt. My vision swam and my head felt kinda fuzzy. I had to blink a lot of times before I got my bearings again.

The fight had turned in XCOM’s favor. The enemy force had gotten caught in a vice between my squad and the troops Chihiro had brought with her. The Mutons had given up their attempt to finish off Delta Squad and retreated, formed a new defensive line and opened fire on us again. High above, the Skyranger swooped over the treetops and veered away.

“I can’t land there!” Wendy shouted over the radio. “Standby for cable reels! I’m gonna pull you all out six at a time!”

“Take Delta Squad first!” I responded. “We’re marking the spot with green smoke!”

On my command, Yutaka chucked a smoke bomb into a clearing just beyond the spot where Delta Squad had hunkered down. Colonel Pyotr Ilyshin, the leader of Voodoo Squad, rallied his troops.

“Secure that area!” Pyotr yelled. “Give me a fifty meter perimeter in all directions!”

Italian soldier Paolo Basso voiced a concern:

“Has anyone seen any dropships? Does the enemy have reinforcements?”

“None that I’ve seen from up here!” Wendy radioed down to us. “You’re in the clear!”

Taking shelter behind the same boulder, Chihiro and I took turns escorting the soldiers of Delta Squad into the clearing. Hovering just fifty feet above the ground, the Skyranger opened its rear bay doors and six rappelling cables descended to the ground. Lehana, Alexei, Leif, Svetlana, and Cory all secured themselves to a cable. A harness dropped to the ground from the Skyranger, and I used it to secure Rafal Kowalski’s unconscious form to Lehana.

“You’re clear!” I yelled. “Pull’em up!”

All of the cables quickly retracted, reeling the six soldiers upwards towards the safety of the Skyranger. Once they were all secured in the deployment bay, the ramp closed and the aircraft sped away towards the Avenger.

“I’ll drop them off and come back for the next six!” Wendy’s voice said over the radio. “Everyone hold tight!”

Beam weapon fire!

I threw myself to the ground! The impact caused my head to ring like a bell, but at least I wasn’t shot! Crawling on my hands and knees, I moved back into the treeline while bullets and energy pulses crisscrossed above me! Chihiro grabbed my shoulder and yanked me to safety.

Chihiro blasted a Muton with her Shadowkeeper before turning to engage another one with her Sniper Rifle. Then she had to duck behind a boulder as plasma beams shot back towards her in retaliation!

“It’s a goddamn army out there!” She shouted, “We can’t hold this spot!”

“My thoughts exactly!” I shouted. “Stormbreakers! Fall back one hundred yards and dig in!”

The two remaining squads followed our lead. Sixteen soldiers broke contact and gave ground, falling back and retreating deeper into the forest. An Echo soldier shouted for all of us to hear:

“They’re pursuing! We’re being followed!”

We came to a particularly dense patch of forest with thick trees and big boulders.

“Good enough!” I said. “Stop here and dig in!”

Pyotr agreed with me, and when the rest of Echo squad showed up, so did their leader, Anna Petrova. All three Squads took cover and turned their weapons to face the oncoming enemy!

The horde of Mutons erupted through the forest and was met by a hailstorm of gunfire! My ears throbbed and blobs of color swam in front of my eyes! My shotgun was so hot I could feel and smell my own skin starting to burn!

“Don’t let up!” I shouted. “Pour it into ‘em!”

The deep thudding of machine gun fire was accompanied by the howls of wounded and dying aliens! A tree, shot one too many times, creaked and groaned before crashing down to the forest floor! Twigs and leaves danced through the air, illuminated by muzzle flashes and plasma beams!

Then, through the flashes and the smoke, through the darkness and the chaos, I saw something. A lone humanoid figure. It looked like a person with white hair that stuck straight up. I couldn’t make out its face, it was hidden behind some kind of mask. It was so surreal, so out-of-place, that for a moment I just stared at it.

“Trojan! Down!”

Sophia’s voice jerked me back to reality just in time! A plasma beam cut through the air just above me as I hit the ground. When I looked around the side of the boulder again, the human-shaped thing was gone.

“Where the hell is Jericho!?” Yutaka yelled. “We could use some Psionics right about now!”

I looked around frantically, and after doing a quick headcount, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Jericho really was gone. She was nowhere to be seen.

“Where the hell did she go!?” I shouted.

“Blue-hair?” said one of the Voodoo soldiers. “She went over the top of the hill behind us!”

“Blue Dragon! Doctor Freud! On me!”

Pyotr took charge of the main defense while Chihiro, Yutaka, and I broke contact and charged towards the hill at our rear. The trees got fewer and farther in between as we neared the summit, which allowed the three of us to see the intense flashes of light and hear the thunderclaps coming from the other side before we saw the sources of the light and noise. When we got to the top of the hill and looked down the other side, all three of us froze.

“Nanite kotoda!?” Chihiro gasped.

“If I had to guess,” Yutaka said. “That’s the ‘Psionic Gate’ Jericho mentioned.”
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A Gatekeeper emerges from the Psionic Gate in front of Jericho. These Gifted beings were designed by the Ethereals with the specific purpose of guarding similar Gates all over their territory. There are many theories about what the Gatekeeper species was before being enslaved by the Ethereals. None are proven.


Looking down from the hilltop on the valley below, we saw something that can only be described as awesome.

In the bottom of the valley was a small structure that looked a bit like an altar or a shrine. On top of the alter, a huge object shaped like a crescent moon shimmered and flickered faintly while a battle unlike anything I’d ever seen before played out around it:

A huge white orb flew through the air around the altar, firing a bright orange beam down on Jericho! Keeping her arms raised, she deflected the beam attacks and ran across the blasted terrain towards the other two combatants.

On the far side of this new battlefield, we finally spotted Homura Hanako. Psionic energy rippled out of her body as she unleashed one attack after another on her enemy! Beams of light jumped from her hands and struck a tall alien with blueish-purple skin and wispy white hair. The enemy warrior seemed completely undisturbed by Homura’s attacks and stood his ground, parrying each blow with ease! Just when it seemed like Jericho was going to finally reach Homura, the white orb did something absolutely bizarre! It opened up!

The white shell split and came apart, revealing a hideous alien with four long tentacles inside! Floating high above the ground, it looked like something out of a nightmare! The alien closed the distance, reaching out towards Jericho with its appendages!

“HELP HER!” I yelled!

“On it!” Chihiro raised her Sniper Rifle!

Yutaka and I didn’t wait for the shot! We started to charge downhill, weapons drawn! Above our heads, there was an earsplitting crack as Chihiro sent a sniper round downrange! The spherical alien was struck, hard! Chihiro had managed to hit the creature’s flesh instead of its white shell. At once, the tentacles retracted inside of the protective shell, which moved back into place and closed itself up, hiding the alien from view. Jericho saw us coming and yelled:

“What the hell are you doing?! Run! Get outta here!”

Yutaka dove for cover behind the staircase that led to the alien altar and fired his machine gun wildly at the spherical alien!

“Firebrand’s on her way back!” I shouted. “It’s time for you and Hanako to get out of here!”

“I don’t need help! I’ve got this!” Jericho yelled as she fired her Bolt Caster into the spherical alien. “Go help Hanako! She’s in trouble!”

A shockwave rolled across the ground and hit us! Every hair on my body stood up on end and my skin crawled as though I’d just looked at something disgusting. Yutaka and I both spun on our feet and saw what was happening.


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Keeping both of her hands in front of her face, Homura backed away from Kon-Mon Dessurik slowly. Her Psionic Shield flickered as it was battered repeatedly by the Warlock’s assault! Violet light arced off of the Chosen Warlock’s hands and dispersed across Homura’s shield! Yutaka and I redirected our efforts towards Dessurik, but he raised one hand and lashed out at us!

“As the gods will, I shall show you the abyss!” Dessurik roared!

My shotgun suddenly got hot! Hotter than it had ever been before! I dropped the weapon and reached for my sword! Big red blisters had already appeared on my palms, but I didn’t care. Gripping my sword handle tightly, I followed Yutaka into the fight! Homura fired a bolt of lightning into the Warlock’s chest while Yutaka held down the trigger of his machine gun, spraying the Chosen with hundreds of bullets! Once he ran out of ammo, I charged forward and slashed my sword across Dessurik’s chest! He staggered backwards and Yutaka cheered:

“We got him!”

“No we didn’t!” Homura snapped!

I dropped my sword. The pain was getting overwhelming! As the handle of my sword fell away, my hands erupted into even more agony! I could see the burn marks on my palms! I fell to my knees and yelled out! My eyesight fogged up! I couldn’t see through the waves of pain radiating from my hands!

“Blake! Get up! You need to get up!”

Homura was tugging at my shoulder. She looked desperate. I wrenched myself up just in time to see the Chosen Warlock blasting Yutaka off his feet with some invisible force. Homura raised one hand to defend us! Another Psionic Shield materialized in front of us. If anything, this only made Dessurik more furious! In a tone of absolute outrage, he yelled:

“To abscond with the god’s own power and turn it against their very forces is the greatest of affronts! Hear me, Paradox! You will pay for your perfidy with the very powers you have stolen!"

I just barely heard the ghost of a laugh escape Homura’s lips.

“The other guy said the same thing.” She hissed. “Didn’t end well for him.

“You are like a child in the presence of a true master, Paradox.” The Chosen Warlock said. “Let me show you my power!”

A force, unseen and irresistible, hit Homura’s shield and it shattered immediately! It broke down every mental barrier I had with overwhelming force and entered my mind with all of the violence and brutality of a hurricane!

Pain.

Pain like nothing I’d ever felt before hit every part of my being. Every nerve was on fire, every bone broken, every muscle cramped! Yet through it all, I was aware! Something was forcing me to watch as something dark and twisted came hurtling towards me through the void!

“Your greatest weapon is your mind… yet look how easily it is turned against you! Know the truth and despair: The unknown enemy is within!”

My own mind collided with Homura’s mind! Here, in this Psionic chasm, our thoughts entangled, our dreams confused, and our memories…

Homura’s memories…



Friday, May 13, 2005
Washington DC, United States of America


I was standing in the White House bowling alley, leaning on a countertop while I watched a group of children argue about how to sneak out of the room. When a twelve-year old boy with brown skin and curly hair started to propose a hair-brained scheme, I scoffed at him and said:

“Cool your jets, Robinson. It’ll be easier if I just take one for the team.”

“We don’t even know you!” a little black girl whispered.

I stepped behind the countertop and pulled a black hoodie off a shelf. It was far too big for my small feminine frame, but that was the point. I threw the hood over my head, making sure to let some of my straight black hair hang out. Slouching over a bit, I knew I looked like a genuine hooligan.

I gave Blake Robinson a confident grin and stepped out into the hallway. Secret Service Kathleen Walsh was so surprised at my brazenness that she didn’t react until I crossed the hallway and knocked a decorative vase off the windowsill, where it crashed to the floor!

Giggling like a maniac, I ran while Walsh gave chase…



Saturday, September 15, 2007
Perth, Australia


Clutching my binder full of paperwork to my chest with one hand, I rapped my knuckles on the door quickly and confidently. This wasn’t the first time I’d done this. I knew what I was doing.

A huge black man with a Maori te moko tattoo on his face answered the door. He was dressed up in a smart-looking bartender’s uniform and gave me a confused look. He told me that the bar wasn’t going to open until later tonight and asked why I was there. I politely asked if his name was Jake Ethan Green. He nodded. Moving quickly, I reached into my binder, withdrew a yellow envelope and pressed it into his hands.

“Legal notice.” I said. “You’ve been charged with selling alcohol without a government permit. You need to report to the courtroom at the provided date and time.”

Jake was flabbergasted.

“I’ve only just gone into business!” he said. “There’s no way I can afford to deal with this right now!”

Reaching out with my mind, I sent a telepathic command to the man I’d placed under Mind Control earlier. He began to accelerate his truck at a calm pace. While I spoke the truck drove past us down the road as though it was carrying on normal business.

“There’s plenty of legitimate ways to make money.” I said to Jake. “You’ll look better in front of a Judge if you had one of those jobs.”

Jake wasn’t listening. He was reading the advertisement on the truck that had just driven past. “This is our war, too!” The sign said. “Join the Australian Army today! Beat the Russians!”

I nodded politely and turned to leave.

“I’ll see you in court, Mister Green.”



Saturday, December 22, 2012
Hiroshima, Japan


When I drove around the corner, the front two tires of my ambulance mounted the curb and ended up on the sidewalk. I didn’t care. Just a few yards away, Blake and Chihiro were frantically re-tying a pair of tourniquets around the bloody stumps that had once been Tsubaki Endo’s legs. They both screamed for help as Hal Macintosh and I got out of the cab.

Hal told me to open up the back door and get the stretcher. When I brought it around, Tsubaki had turned pale.

“She’s just a kid!” Chihiro cried. “This isn’t right! This isn’t fair!”

“This is war, Tachibana.” Hal told her. “You did your part, now let us do ours!”

Once we got Tsubaki into the ambulance, Hal told me that he was going to drive. He was faster. I said I knew the quickest way to the nearest army field hospital, and that I’d give him directions from the back. While I stayed in the back and tended to Tsubaki, I shouted the directions to Hal so he’d know which way to go.

Hal never suspected that I was using my powers to keep Tsubaki alive until we reached the field hospital…



Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Pretoria, South Africa


I was sitting in the passenger seat of a car. The man next to me was under Mind Control. We were parked on the other side of the street from the Sonop Tennis Club, keeping a close eye on the sidewalk. After a few minutes, we spotted her. Twelve-year-old Sophie Ackermann stood out like a sore thumb in a crowd. She was quite possibly the tallest white girl in all of Pretoria. She had a blue backpack slung over her shoulders and her dirty blonde hair rustled against her nylon windbreaker.

My companion and I waited until she drew level with our car. On my command, the man rolled down his window and pointed a handgun directly at Sophie’s heart. She froze and all the color went out of her face.

“Get in.” The man said. “Now.”

“We’re not kidding around.” I added. “We got no problem shooting you.”

With a terrified squeak, Sophie complied, opening the car door and slowly sliding into the backseat. I took the gun and covered her while my puppet floored the gas pedal and sped us away…



Friday, May 1, 2015
Lyon, France


A convoy of military vehicles was moving through the heart of the French city. This late at night, very few people were aware of what was going on. There were twelve trucks in the convoy, all heavily armored. Men sat in turrets atop each vehicle, keeping watch with heavy machine guns at the ready.

I stepped into the street and blocked the way. The lead vehicle came to a stop and the doors opened. Eight men appeared. They wore business clothing: white shirts, ties, and pinstripe pants. They had all masked their faces with orange and yellow bandannas, combined with thick-rimmed sunglasses.

They commanded me to step aside. They didn’t take me seriously. Why would they? As far as they know, I’m just an Asian tourist who’s out alone in the middle of the night.

One minute. That’s all it took. It happened so fast that the survivors never did know what hit them. But the proof of what I’d done lay strewn over three city blocks in the form of twelve wrecked military vehicles and almost fifty dead people. The select few EXALT Operatives who had survived were driven insane by my power. Over the next few minutes, they killed each other in a frantic gun battle against an enemy that existed only in their imaginations; they never knew what had happened to the four men and women they were supposed to be transporting.

By the time soldiers from XCOM arrived on the scene, Matthew Hawkins and his three fellow prisoners were long gone.



Sunday, March 8, 2020
Volgograd, Russia


The front door to the Gene Therapy clinic burst open! Two girls came in, one supporting the other. The injured girl was bleeding profusely from two wounds, one in her neck and one in her face. I helped two of the other doctors take her into the back while her distraught sister stayed in the lobby with a counselor.

It only took five minutes to repair the damage to Sophia Kuznetsova’s neck and replace the lost blood. Just when we were getting started on fixing her face, however, a scientist told us that this girl had been selected for the AVATAR Project. We were ordered to cease all treatment and put her on the next train to the Aralkum Blacksite.

I couldn’t allow that.

Two minutes of Mind Control and Psionic Manipulation later, Sophia walked out of the clinic, rejoined her sister, and both of them vanished into the night…



“NO!” Homura’s voice erupted from the void! “Get out of my mind! Both of you!”

I wrenched myself backwards, physically and mentally, determined to escape this nightmarish prison! But the Chosen Warlock was overwhelming! He pushed my head back down into the sea of Homura’s memory, forcing me to witness the one moment she was holding back… the one moment she refused to show me…



Wailua, Hawaii



Anger. Fury. Rage.

It was those feelings of pure hatred that kept me warm on that cold night. While rain drizzled down on me, I didn’t feel it. I was lost in my own wrath. Stepping away from the
Ark Angel, I ignored the whining of the engines. Eight men and women all stood on the boarding ramp of the ship, calling for me to come back. The voices of Whetu, Hakara, Yukiko, Anika, Soo, Manaaki, Chong-Il, and Arioch all faded into the rain as I set off down the hill.

The neighborhood was dark and wet. Most of the lights were out. A dog ran out of its yard and began to bark and yip at me. I stopped walking and turned to look at the creature. It only needed to gaze into my eyes for a fraction of a second before it turned and ran away, tail between its legs. All it would take was one twitch of my wrist, and that pathetic animal would never go home again… but no. I wanted to save my fury for someone who actually deserved it.

I found the house. It was a lonely place at the end of the neighborhood, with sandy beaches to the left and right, while the Pacific Ocean stretched out behind the home. All of the lights were on. The second-story bedroom window vibrated as someone listened to music very loudly. The living room curtains weren’t drawn, I could see inside.

The man who’d invoked my wrath was there. He was sitting on the couch, having a conversation with two people a little older than me, a young man and a young woman. After a moment, the woman stood and walked out of sight. The man smiled and leaned back in his chair, seemingly content.

I was on the porch. I hadn’t made any noise. I reached to my belt and pulled out my Psionic Amplifier, then took aim at the door. It exploded into thousands of little pieces! I was just barely inside the house when the young man ran into the entryway.

“Mom! Dad! It’s Akira! Call the cops! I’ll hold her!”

Call the cops? Hold me? What a joke.

A bolt of lightning erupted from my Amplifier and struck my older brother squarely in the chest! It lit up the whole house with a pinkish-white flare before going out again, and Alexander Robinson stumbled forward, crashing face-first to the floor.

From up above, I heard a voice saying:

“I need the police at 735 Moanakai Road in Wailua! My sister’s trying to kill us!”

I pointed my Amplifier at the ceiling. At once, the entire second floor of the house collapsed! Wood, concrete, plaster and all sorts of debris and wreckage rained down! Caught in the chaos, both of my twin brothers tried to save themselves as soon as they saw me. I pointed my free hand and closed my fist! James and Josiah Robinson crumpled where they stood and I turned my head towards a scream!

My mother and older sister had taken shelter in the kitchen. At her command, my sister was racing towards the back door to escape while my mother came charging at me. What an idiot! Did she really think she stood a chance now? I projected a Psionic Lance from my Amplifier! Simultaneously, Chihiro Tachibana and Asuna Robinson were struck down.

At the same moment, with a loud and tremendous roar, my father freed himself from the wreckage of what had once been his home. When he looked around and saw what I’d done, I watched his spirit break with deep satisfaction.

“Akira… Why?” he gasped. “What… why?”

“You know why.” I said coldly. “You were there. You know what you did.”

I raised my Amplifier. I was so furious, my voice and hand both shook.

“This is for every man, woman, and child on Earth you sacrificed. This is for the untold billions of people across the Galaxy who had to die because you were too selfish. THIS IS FOR EVERYONE WHO NEVER GOT TO LIVE BECAUSE OF YOU!”

And then I painted the walls with the blood of Blake Robinson.

The house was in flames. As neighbors ran towards the residence with garden hoses and buckets of water, I slipped out unnoticed. I would have faded away into the darkness, but I spotted a teenage girl wearing all white clothes running down the road towards the burning house. I couldn’t help but smile at the knowledge that my alternate self always had the same clothing preferences as me. Taking great care to never let the alternate Akira Robinson see me, I pointed my Amplifier at her head.

It only took about ten minutes for me to completely re-write her mind and re-make her memories. She would never be the same person again, and that worked for me just fine. I returned to the Ark Angel…




The sights, sounds, and smells of the world around me flickered and went out! I felt like some invisible thing finally released me, and I pulled back, retreating from Homura’s memories, fleeing her mind as quickly as I could!

Back to Kanna! Back to the present! Back into my own mind!

I am Blake Robinson! I’m not the monster whose mind I’d just invaded!

Revulsion coursed through me like a wave! I rolled over onto my hands and knees and vomited until there was nothing left in my guts! I was vaguely aware of being buffeted by a strong wind, and of an overpowering light threatening to blind me. I sat up and raised on hand to shield my eyes.
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Absconding with the stolen powers of a god, Akira Jaqueline Robinson is one of the most dangerous Gifted beings in the Galaxy. Her powers are on par with those of the Ethereals, the Chosen, and Jericho herself.


Homura Hanako… no, that wasn’t her real name… Akira Robinson had broken free of the Warlock’s grasp and had unleashed her full power against him! She pointed one arm towards the sky and projected a column of brilliant purple light into the clouds above! Bolts of lightning descended from the sky, two or three at a time!

All over the battlefield, alien soldiers howled with pain as they were struck by Akira’s attack! This wasn’t like those arcs or Psi Volts I’d seen other Psionics use, this was real lightning! Each strike resounded through the air with a mighty BANG that shook leaves from the trees and made my chest quake! The battlefield lit up as though it was daytime with flash after flash! Mutons fell one after another, overwhelmed by Akira’s assault!


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Akira annihilates a Gatekeeper using her signature move, "Ionic Storm," calling down bolts of lightning to strike nearby foes.


Shocked and stunned beyond belief, Chihiro and I could do nothing but watch as Akira’s wrath rolled across the battlefield like a Tsunami!

Kon-Mon Dessurik wasn’t idle! He made a pulling motion with his hands as though he was extracting Psionic energy from the Earth itself! I looked around and saw what he was doing!

“Jericho! Look out!”

Shimmering beings rose from the ground. They looked like people, but I could see through them, almost as though they were ghosts. Each of the translucent beings was armed with something that resembled a sword.

“My loyal soldiers transcend space, time, and death itself!” The Chosen Warlock declared. “For my power is a majestic gift from the Gods!”

One of the translucent people ran towards Jericho and Akira and drew a sword! Akira spun on her feet and blasted the attacker with her own power while Jericho shot it with her Bolt Caster! The semi-corporeal warrior keeled over backwards and fell to the ground, vanishing into nothingness before he came to rest.

“Jericho! You get the Warlock!” Akira yelled. “I’ll deal with the Wraiths!”

Then Akira turned around and screamed:

“ROBINSON! BEHIND YOU!”

I heard leaves shuffling on the ground and quickly turned! A Wraith had gotten close enough to hit me with its spectral sword! I shouted and kicked out! To my own surprise, my foot connected with something that felt solid! The Wraith stumbled backwards and tried to come at me again, but I had already started backing away! Looking around desperately for a weapon, I realized that my hands were still maimed! I couldn’t hold anything! How the hell was I supposed to fight!?

The spectral wraith tried to hit me again, I raised my arms, ready for the blow! But nothing came, its sword deflected away from me at the last second! The action was accompanied by a deep noise, kinda like a gong. Looking up, I saw two shimmering Psionic shields had overlapped themselves in front of me, each one hovering in front of… my own hands!? Weak sparks shot out of my bloody and burned palms, giving a little color to the shimmering wall of energy that hovered directly in front of my hands.

I barely had time to figure out what the hell was going on! A second Wraith was coming at me! I turned tail and tried to run, but a slightly high-pitched voice came from the treeline!

“Hang on, Blake! I’m almost there!”

Chihiro ran across the alien altar and jumped through the crescent-moon shaped object! Landing on my side of the altar, Chihiro raised her Shadowkeeper and blasted one of the Wraiths, while striking the second one with a small psionic shield projected from her free hand.

“Wait a second!” I gasped. “Did you do that!?”

“I was getting desperate!” Chihiro panted. “I was trying anything that came to mind and that seemed to work! Come on, we’ve gotta cover those two!”

About fifty yards away, Jericho and Akira were fighting side by side, battling their way through the Spectral Army towards the Chosen Warlock, who was opportunistically blasting them with his own Psionic power!

Keeping a close eye on my new Psi shields, I followed Chihiro into the fight! I chose to use my new shields as a kind of spectral boxing gloves. Each time I punched or jabbed a Wraith, Psionic energy arced from my fist to the enemy, enhancing the power of each strike! This was exhilarating! I’d never killed an alien by punching it before, but if this was really what it was like, than I was never going back to firearms!

On my right, Chihiro fired the Shadowkeeper with supernatural accuracy! A dozen Wraiths vanished into the night as we closed in on Jericho and Akira! With a sweeping motion, Jericho fired a cone of light from her hands and wiped out the last of the Spectral warriors! Chihiro, Akira, Jericho and I all stood together and faced down the Warlock!

Kon-Mon Dessurik looked at each of us in turn.

“The Elders will no doubt be impressed by your prowess in battle today, Jericho, and no doubt your choice of allies will intrigue them further. When next we meet, Jericho, the Paradox will not be there to save you… and then I will claim you for the Elders, as is your destiny!”

A shimmering hole opened up in the air directly behind the Warlock!

“Rift!” I yelled! “He’s escaping!”

“STOP HIM!” Akira shouted.

All four of us made to attack the Warlock, but he was too quick, stepping backwards through the rift, which closed and disappeared just like it had done in Aralkum.

For a few minutes, there was a painful silence as all four of us caught our breath. For the first time in a week, we were all starting to become aware of just how tired we were. Jericho got down on one knee and put a hand to her chest, panting. Akira leaned against a nearby tree and dropped her plasma pistol with a sigh. I could feel every ache and pain in my body. Behind me, Chihiro was panting heavily. She fell to her knees, coughing.

“They’re down here!”

Voices began moving down the hill. All of the remaining XCOM soldiers on the field arrived on the scene and began to secure the area. Anna Petrova’s jaw dropped as she saw the crescent shaped object on top of the alien altar.

“What the hell is this thing?” Anna asked her comrade.

“Let’s hang it off the front of the Avenger.” Akaya Ogawa suggested. “That way the ship’ll look like a charging bull with a nose ring!”

Meanwhile, Yutaka, Sophia, and Chong-Il caught up with us. As soon as she saw my burned hands, Sophia pulled out a Medikit and sprayed down my wounds as best she could.

“You need to get to the infirmary, Robinson.” Sophia said. “We’ll deal with the alien artifact.”

“Let Echo and Voodoo Squads do that.” I said.

Straightening up, I pointed an accusing finger at the stranger we had all been calling “Homura” for the past week.

“Restrain her!” I ordered. “Somebody cuff that monster right now!”

Akira sighed. Looking down at her plasma pistol, she kicked it away and held up her hands in a gesture of surrender.

“Fine. This is still better than the alternative.” She said.

Yutaka looked very confused as he produced a pair of flex cuffs and tied Akira’s wrists behind her back.

“What’s going on, Trojan?” he asked. “Is this girl an ADVENT spy? If she is, we should just shoot her right now.”

Chihiro looked back and forth from Akira to me.

“Blake?” Chihiro said, “What happened? What did you see?”

I swear on my life. Chihiro told me telepathically, I know you saw something, but I really don’t know what it was.

My mind was racing at a hundred miles per hour, but that statement made something click in my mind. I decided it was my turn to vent some anger, rage, and fury. I closed in on Akira. She stepped back and pressed herself into Yutaka’s body. She wasn’t scared, if anything, she looked resigned to what was about to happen.

“I would love to kill you.” I seethed. “But since I know you’re not an ADVENT spy, I can’t. I’ll just settle for this!”

I punched Akira in the head! Sophia, Jericho, Chihiro, and Chong-Il all jumped forward to stop me, but I managed to slug Akira two more times before someone pinned my arms! Chihiro stepped between us and held out her arms, forcing me to back away.

“What the hell is going on!?” she demanded.

“That freak’s a murdering psychopath!” I hollered, straining to pull myself free of Chong-Il’s grip. “And a time-traveler! Like Jericho’s alien mother!”

Chihiro’s eyes went wide as she looked towards Akira. Her pistol-hand twitched. Akira saw this and shouted:

“Wait! Gimme a chance to explain myself first! Please! Just hear me out!”

Akira locked eyes with Chihiro.

“Okaa-san! Kii te kudasai!!”

Chihiro dropped her weapons and froze.

“What did you call me!?”


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Paradox was in disguise the whole time???

Did Paradox kill Chihiro mother?

What’s the alternative?
 
Paradox was in disguise the whole time???

Did Paradox kill Chihiro mother?

What’s the alternative?

Wow! You're fast!

Yes, the Paradox has been operating one of her long-duration disguises, similar to when she impersonated Titohara Nopera for a couple of months in Faith in Chaos.

Chihiro's mother (Akira's grandmother) was liquidated by the ADVENT Coalition during their takeover of Earth twenty years ago.

In Faith in Chaos - Interlude #2, Akira said that whenever she revealed herself to the Stormbreakers in past cycles, they would try to kill her on sight. Being arrested and taken into custody by them is an improvement on the typical reception she's gotten used to. It seems that destroying Asalele back in Faith in Chaos has paid off in Akira's favor. Nobody warned the Stormbreakers about her before she showed up.
 
Whoops! Meant to say did Akira call Chihiro mother?
 
Whoops! Meant to say did Akira call Chihiro mother?

Affirmative. The exact Japanese to English translation is as follows:

(In a respectful way) Mother! Please listen to me!
 
Chapter 10: Déjà vu All Over Again
I've done a lot of research for this chapter. I personally guarantee that if you travel to the town of Kanna on Honshu Island on 10 May 2035 and look to the west at exactly 10:45pm, you will see the constellations, stars, and planets described in this chapter.
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Chapter Ten
Déjà vu All Over Again
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An unusually bright Aurora Borealis occurred throughout the entire Northern Hemisphere during the night hours of May 10 and 11. It was almost certainly caused by radiation generated by a large-scale fleet battle between the ADVENT Coalition and the Triple Alliance on the same day.

Kanna River, Honshu Island
Thursday, May 10, 2035 – 10:00pm



“I’m sorry, Corporal Tachibana. Those test results aren’t back yet. I have a long list of other tests and experiments that take precedence!”

“Come on, doc! You’ve had almost five days!”

Doctor Tygan sighed and, if possible, unwrapped the bandages around my hand even more slowly. On the other side of the medical bed, Chihiro folded her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. I looked back and forth between them and sighed.

“What difference do the test results make?” I complained. “They won’t change what Akira’s done!”

“What Akira has allegedly done,” Doctor Tygan corrected. “No one else saw what you’ve claimed to see, Lieutenant. It’s your word against hers. You should leave any judgements for the final page of the Commander’s report to the Resistance Council.”

Finally, my hands came free of their bandages. All of my fingers were swollen and inflamed, but the pain had been reduced to almost nothing.

“Skin grafts appear to be taking well.” Tygan commented. “I feel comfortable releasing you from the Infirmary, Robinson. However, I’m going to inform the Commander that you will not be fit for combat for the next two weeks. And Corporal, I promise you, when the test you asked for comes back, I’ll let you know immediately.”

At long last, I swung my legs out of the medical bed and started to gather my things. Bundling the tattered remains of my uniform, my shotgun, and my sword in my arms, I left the Infirmary with Chihiro following close behind. I started moving down the hallway quickly, Chihiro had to quicken her pace to keep up.

“Blake! Wait up, where are you going!?”

“The Brig.” I said. “I’ve gotta kill som-”

“STOP!”

Chihiro dashed in front of me and blocked my way.

“The Commander’s got the Brig sealed off.” She said. “You can’t get in, none of us can. She says it’s for Akira’s protection as much as ours!”

I let out a deep breath and pressed one fist to the wall in frustration. The images I’d seen five days ago were still burned into the forefront of my mind. Horrific violence and evil manipulations replayed themselves in my memory again and again. Each time I relived one of Akira’s actions, I felt myself getting hotter and hotter with anger.

“Okay. Fine.” I said. “I’ll kill her when she gets out!”

Chihiro’s eyes went wide and she grabbed my shoulder. At once, a cool refreshing sensation washed over me and made me pause. It felt like the shoulder and corresponding arm had been dunked into a stream. I cooled off, literally and figuratively.

“Whoa, where’d you learn that one?” I asked.

“Petoskey.” Chihiro said, smiling weakly. “He says it’s called Psionic Inspiration, and that I should practice it on you.”

“Yeah, keep doing that.” I said, relaxing. “Your hands feel better than Tygan’s at any rate.”

We both leaned against the wall and sighed together. Neither of us wanted to have this conversation, but it needed to be done.

“Blake, what are we gonna do?” Chihiro asked. “What if the test comes back and… and that girl really is…”

She couldn’t finish her sentence.

“I don’t give a damn what any test result says.” I responded confidently. “I don’t care what she wants to call herself, either. That monster is not… and never will be… my kid.”

Chihiro grabbed my scarred hand in hers and looked up at me.

“And what if… what if she’s my kid?” Chihiro sounded scared. “Blake, she’s got my eyes and my hair… and the way she just ran towards the Warlock in that fight! Blake, didn’t you always say I was reckless!?”

“Reckless and impulsive.” I repeated, my mouth going dry. “But I haven’t called you that since Hiroshima… since you were a teenager.”

“Akira sure looks like a teenager to me.” Chihiro shuddered. “Blake… forget all the stupid time travel for a second and just ask yourself: what if she’s really our kid!?”

I pulled my uniform jacket on overtop of my tee shirt and secured my weapons to their shoulder straps.

“I don’t wanna cross that bridge alone.” I said. “Where’s the rest of the squad?”



Deep within the Avenger, hidden away from the vast majority of the crew and soldiers, is the Shadow Chamber. This expansion of Doctor Tygan’s research lab was where XCOM scientists analyzed high-value alien artifacts. When Chihiro and I arrived, we found it abuzz with activity. A dozen scientists and engineers were installing the crescent-moon shaped object from our last battle on an elevated platform in the middle of the room. On the other side of the Shadow Chamber, Jericho was talking to Chief Shen, who was taking notes on a tablet computer. Yutaka Yamamoto and Isis Dekker were both nearby, having a very energetic conversation with Commander Harper.

Since we were close enough to hear what Yutaka and Isis were saying to the Commander, Chihiro and I started gravitating towards them.

“…barbaric and inhumane! She’s not an animal, Commander!” Isis raised her voice. “We can’t expect Jericho to fight for us if we keep her at the end of a leash!”

“You’re wrong, Dekker.” Yutaka said. “The Jericho girl fights for us because we’ve got her on the end of a leash!”

“It’s a shock collar!” Isis protested. “Commander, this is insane! Let me cut that thing off!”

“Cut off that Arc Brace and you may as well sign our death warrents!” Yutaka yelled. “XCOM cannot coexist with a living god that refuses to submit to it!”

Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted a strange expression cross Jericho’s face. No doubt she was trying to hide her reaction to being described as a living god.

“Last time I checked,” I interrupted. “I’m in charge of the Squad.”

Yutaka and Isis broke off their argument and looked at me. Commander Harper folded her arms and looked relieved.

“If either of you have issues with the way we’re keeping tabs on Jericho, you need to go through me first, and then I’ll speak to the Commander for you.” I said. “It’s called the chain of command. Use it!”

Yutaka put his hands in his pockets and gave me a smile that made me feel uncomfortable.

“Glad to see you up and about, Robinson.” He said. “I’m going to help Shen. Call me if you need help dealing with the wannabe pet owner over here.”

Isis displayed a pair of very offensive hand gestures at Yutaka. He rolled his eyes and walked away.

“Sergeant Dekker!” Commander Harper snapped. “You’re done! I don’t want to see that kind of behavior in here!”

The Commander glared at me. Telepathically, I reached out to Chihiro and we had a lightning-quick discussion:


So, no two ways about it. I gotta punish Isis for disrespecting an officer. Chi, you got any advice?

She’s angry, but cooling off quick. She won’t get mad at you as long as you make her do something outside. It’s dark out there, so Isis can collect herself where nobody can see her. Also, you missed some things while you were in the Infirmary. You gotta make it look like you’re really in charge, Blake!

Right, I’ll do that.


I rounded on Isis and raised my voice at her!

“I’m not going to tolerate that, Sergeant!” Isis flinched as I yelled at her. “Put down your gear, go outside, and run fifteen laps around the ship! Now!”

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

Isis didn’t look back as she left the Shadow Chamber.

“You’d better be sweating when I come out to check on you!” I shouted through the door.

That’s good. Chihiro’s voice filled my mind. Quit now or you’ll upset Jericho. Everyone thinks you took Yutaka’s side in the debate.

Oh. I felt a sinking feeling in my gut as I looked across the room.

Jericho had paused in her talk with Chief Shen and was watching me, looking sad. She jumped with fright when Yutaka started shouting at her!

“You’re not here to stand around and look pretty! Get those cables strung!”

Yutaka shoved a box full of electrical wire into Jericho’s arms. She dropped to her hands and knees and started threading cable between a computer terminal and the Psionic Gate. Chief Shen stepped over Jericho and approached me.

“Robinson!” Shen said. “You were in pretty bad shape after that fight across the valley, so I haven’t gotten to speak to you yet about Aralkum. You got a minute?”

“Where do you wanna start?” I asked.

While Chihiro moved off to help someone else, Chief Shen and I began to discuss the alien artifacts in earnest. Shen had recovered the paperwork and strange vial I’d taken from the Blacksite in Aralkum and had studied them alongside Doctor Tygan.

“It looks like the paperwork and the vial are related to each other.” Shen said. “Basically, we’ve got a record of the genetic material inside this canister. Once the Shadow Chamber is back at full power, we’ll be able to make some sense out of this data, maybe even find out where ADVENT sent Jericho’s mother.”

“You can do that?” I asked.

“As far as anybody knows, Mira Mihaka is the only ‘Partogan’ on Earth right now.” Shen clarified. “Which means if she’s in the Gene Therapy database, her DNA will stick out like a sore thumb. Once we pick up the trail, it’s just a matter of searching.”

“Sounds good, is there anything I can do to help?”

“Just keep bringing in those alien artifacts and any Intel you find out there.” Shen said. She hesitated, then added: “And by the way, could you do me a huge solid and try to bring back one of those ADVENT MECs? I just need a few parts for a project.”

“Sure, I’ll keep my eyes open.”

Someone tapped me on the shoulder.

“Lieutenant Robinson,” said Commander Harper. “Come with me.”



The Commander pulled me through a hatchway that led into the next room. It was the auxiliary laboratory reserved for Doctor Tygan’s scientists. Tygan himself was also here, along with four other people. Chihiro held both hands up to her mouth, looking at the other three people with a shocked expression.

The girl formerly known as Homura Hanako stood near Tygan under the watchful eyes of two soldiers from Echo Squad. Russian soldier Artyom Sidrov carried an assault rifle in both hands, while Palestinian soldier Karmina Isra was sitting on a countertop, keeping her sawn-off shotgun aimed directly at Akira Robinson’s chest. Akira herself was restrained, shackled by the ankles and wrists. She didn’t take her eyes off Chihiro as I entered with the Commander.

“Per Corporal Tachibana’s request,” Doctor Tygan said. “I have completed my investigation into the possible genetic relationship between herself, Lieutenant Robinson, and the prisoner who now calls herself ‘Akira.’ The Commander has decided that Lieutenant Robinson will have the final say on just how public this information goes.”

Tygan motioned for us all to approach a large touchscreen mounted on the laboratory wall. He tapped the screen and brought up six rows of nearly identical code. The letters a, g, c, and t appeared and re-appeared in patterns across the screen. The six lines of code were broken up into three groups of two.

Doctor Tygan pointed to the top row of letters and began:

“Lieutenant Robinson, this is your genetic code. Observe these markers here which denote your brown eyes, this mRNA sequence that makes you immune to the HSV-1 virus. This sequence over here is responsible for your black hair. Now look at this combination of proteins: If I was still working in an ADVENT Gene Therapy clinic, I would point to these sequences right here and diagnose you with an allergy to latex. Correcting it is a simple treatment.”

“Living with it is even simpler.” I grumbled. “I haven’t had a reaction since I was ten years old.”


Doctor Tygan dismissed my comment:

“I would go on, but I’m sure you understand my point. This is you, Lieutenant Robinson. No one else. Now…”

He pointed to the second line of code.

“This genetic code clearly belongs to Corporal Tachibana. See here, the sequence which gives the Corporal her pale skin. Over here is the marker for hitchhiker thumbs. These letters here show a combination of two recessive traits. ‘Recessive’ means ‘uncommon’ or ‘rare.’ Corporal Tachibana, were you the only member of your family with large blue eyes?”

Chihiro nodded. Tygan continued:

“Furthermore, this series of genetic markers here suggests that Corporal Tachibana is of mixed racial ancestry, just like Lieutenant Robinson. Something the two of you have in common.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“You never told me you were mixed.” I said to Chihiro. “That’s pretty cool!”

“No one in my country likes to talk about it.” She explained, shrugging. “Nearly all of my people expect the Imperial Family to be ‘pure Japanese,’ you know? We’re supposed to be descendants of the sun and all that. But yeah, a really long time ago, the decedents of some Korean king married into the Japanese Imperial Family. So, I guess that makes me a little bit Korean.”

Turning back towards Tygan, Chihiro put her hands on her hips and bit her lip nervously. Like me, she wasn’t distracted by the digression for more than a few seconds. Everyone held their breath as Doctor Tygan pointed to the last line of code.

“And this genetic information was drawn from a blood sample taken from Akira Robinson four days ago.”

Akira sighed and looked at the ceiling. Doctor Tygan tapped a small segment of the bottom code.

“Physically, Akira seems to have taken after her mother. She has the same combination of two recessive traits… large blue eyes.

Chihiro stepped across the room and grabbed Akira’s chin with one hand, forcing her to look forward.

“Oh, God.” Chihiro gasped. “They really are the same!”

Tygan pointed to another line of code.

“Akira has hitchhiker thumbs and pale skin, both inherited from her mother as well.”

Chihiro backed away from Akira, all the color going out of her face.

“M-mother!?” Chihiro repeated. “But I’ve never… Blake and I haven’t-”

“Time travel’s a funny thing.” Akira said softly. “Wait ‘till you hear what I got from my dad.”

I could feel my pulse racing. This couldn’t be true! How the hell could any of this be true!?

Doctor Tygan put on hand on top of Akira’s head forced her to look left.

“See her detached earlobes? Identical to the ones found on Lieutenant Robinson. Furthermore, she seems to have inherited a few genetic traits from her father, such as his immunity to the HSV-1 virus, which causes cold sores. Akira has also inherited her father’s eyesight. She underperformed in a visual acuity test two days ago, the results suggest nearsightedness similar to that of her father.”

My heart dropped into my stomach and the whole world seemed to spin.

“Bullshit.” I stammered. “No way.”

Tygan tapped the touchscreen again. All six lines of code merged into one. Hundreds of white letters turned green while a select few turned red.

“Deny the science all you want, Lieutenant.” Tygan said. “There’s still going to be a ninety-five percent probability that this prisoner is the biological offspring of yourself and Corporal Tachibana.”

I was dumbstruck. There was nothing more I could say. No more denials, no more rejections. The truth, ugly and terrible, was looking me right in the face. Akira smiled at me while Commander Harper folded her arms.

“I have so many questions that I don’t even know where to start.” Harper said. “You look like you’re in your late teens or early twenties. How did you jump twenty years into the past? And why?”

Akira started to say something, but at that moment, Central Officer Bradford barged in, throwing the hatchway door open loudly.

“Commander!” Bradford barked. “We’ve got a rapidly unfolding situation! You’re needed on the bridge!”

Commander Harper looked extremely disappointed.

“Alright, we’ll pick this up later.” She said. “Guards, take Miss Robinson back to the brig and keep her there until I say otherwise.”

Karmina Isra and Artyom Sidrov pushed Akira out the door and down the hallway. While the Avenger’s command staff started moving towards the bridge, Chihiro and I looked at one another and had a quick unspoken conversation. We left the laboratory and made our way to the brig.



Two decades ago, there was an episode of an old world television show where human space explorers had to lock one of their own people in the brig of their spaceship. I remember some set designer had decided to make the fictional ship’s brig look like a large hotel room with all of the furniture removed save for a bed and some simple amenities. For some reason, the sci-fi brig used a force-field to keep the prisoner inside, so that the camera could see them at all times. Let me tell you now: a real-life brig is nothing like that.

The Avenger’s brig is quite literally a cramped little hole in the hull. Akira could barely stand up in there, brushing her head on the ceiling. The doorway was not a force field, but rather a huge slab of metal that could only be moved with the aid of a hydraulic lever on the outside. A tiny window no bigger than a human hand was cut into the face of the door, while a miniature airlock hatch was used to pass things like food into the cell.

Four armed guards were posted outside the cell door. As Chihiro and I approached, we saw that all four men guarding the door had metallic objects wrapped around the backside of their necks. These semicircular objects had a small prong that ran up and down the body, running from the back of the head to the bottom of the neck. The tips of the prongs gave off a gentle greenish-blue light, giving away the fact that the devices were at least partially made from Elerium, an alien element that powered nearly all technology on Earth these days. These trinkets were called Mindshields, a device made from alien technology that rendered the wearer highly resistant to Psionic attack.

As we got closer to the brig, Chihiro and I could feel cold and harsh Psionic energy radiating out and away from the brig. It was the first time I’d consciously been aware of Psi-energy in the air around me. I knew Chihiro was giving off energy too, but I’d never felt it like this.

“This whole place feels wrong now.” Chihiro said quietly. “Something dark is hanging in the air.”

Before we approached the brig window, two of the guards passed extra Mindshields to Chihiro and me.

“Ugh, these don’t fit right.” I complained as I clipped mine to the back of my neck.

“It’s because these are the new ones.” Chihiro said. “You and I used to have the old ones that were made from Ethereal brains. They were so much better than the new type. Alright, lemme test it...”

Chihiro stared hard into my eyes as she tried to telepathically force her way into my mind. When I didn’t respond, Chihiro narrowed her gaze and focused on me even harder.

“It feels like I’m hitting a wall.” She said. “I can’t get in, can’t make a dent, can’t do anything.”

“Why doesn’t every XCOM soldier have a Mindshield?” I asked, “You know, as standard equipment?”

“XCOM has only six Mindshields.” One of the guards said. “And all of them are in this room.”

“We need Sectoid brains to build them,” Another guard explained. “And nobody’s killed one of those buggers in a couple of weeks. Bag a ‘Toid, then you can have your own Mindshield. Until then, I’m gonna want those back when you’re done.”

Cautiously, Chihiro and I approached the cell window and peered inside. Akira was sitting on a metal bed, looking up at the window. She nodded at us, but didn’t get up.

“I guess you have a lot of questions.” She said calmly. “Ask away, and I’ll answer. Where do you want to start?”

Chihiro opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.

“When I saw inside your mind, I saw you killing... killing me.” I decided not to mention Chihiro’s name at the last second. “You said that you were getting revenge for someone. What the hell did I do to deserve that? I’m guessing it’s something in the future. What happened?”

Akira sighed and put her head in her hands.

“Dad, I… I… Look, there’s no way I can justify that night.” She said. “The only way you can understand why I did that is if I tell you why I’m jumping around time in the first place.”

Akira stood up, put her hands on her hips, and looked at us through the little window. She looked tired and worn, and when she spoke, her voice seemed strained:

“About two months from now, that alien fleet Jericho warned you about is going to get here. They’ll help you overthrow the ADVENT Coalition and free all of Humanity. In exchange, those new aliens are going to ask all of Humanity to join in their war.”

Akira took a step closer to the window.

“Mom, Dad, do you remember when you raided the Overseer ship just before Earth fell? Do you remember what that Ethereal said to you right before you killed it?”

Chihiro tensed up. I grabbed her shoulder with one hand and held her steady. Both of us were remembering that horrifying night in the Brazilian jungle where, amongst the fire and smoke, Chihiro had fallen under Mind Control, allowing an Ethereal to speak through her mouth. Now, Chihiro repeated those terrifying words in the same robotic voice she had used when she’d been turned into a living puppet, and I moved my own lips in sync with hers, whispering the mantra neither of us could forget, even if we wanted to:


“Behold the greatest failure of the Ethereal Ones. We who failed to ascend as they thought we would. We who were cast out. We who were doomed to feed on the Gift of lesser beings as we sought to uplift them… to prepare them… for what lies ahead.”

Chihiro shuddered and pressed herself into my side, letting me wrap one arm around her. She was shivering intensely, and felt cold to the touch.

What lies ahead…” Akira repeated softly. “Is the reason I’ve been moving through time, influencing people, re-writing history, changing destinies. It’s the reason for everything.”

Taking one more step towards the window, Akira was now level with us.

“Two months from now, the armada of the Triple Alliance will reach Earth and offer to help you overthrow the ADVENT Coalition. They won’t do it for free.”

“Of course there’s a price.” I said. “How bad is it?”

“In exchange for freedom, Humanity will be made to join in the War.”

“War?” Chihiro whispered. “We’re already at war!”

“No.” Akira shook her head. “I’m talking about THE war. Right now, every single civilization in the Galaxy is fighting a desperate struggle for survival… and they’re losing. Every day, the creature that defeated the Ethereals gets closer to wiping out all life in the Galaxy.”

“Defeated the Ethereals!?” Chihiro squeaked. “What the hell could do something like that?”

“The Beast.” Akira said. “It spreads like a plague. It converts its enemies into more of itself. Every starship and soldier the united races of the Galaxy loses against the Beast becomes one more enemy to slay. Mom, please listen to me: Just over a year from now, the Beast is going to come to Earth. Aliens from all over the Galaxy will race to Earth and defend it. The battle is going to be the greatest last stand in history, and you, Dad, and the rest of your squad are all going to play an important role.”

Akira shifted her gaze to me.

“Dad, I’ve been traveling all over the past, rewriting history so that when the last battle happens, you and the Stormbreakers will win. If my calculations are right and if I’ve changed the correct moments in the past, then you, Mom, Jericho, Ignatius, Hal, Tsubaki, Odette, all of you… will face down the Beast… and destroy it.”

I felt like my stomach had dropped out of my body entirely, and that I was as cold as this metal door now.

“I saw you kill me.” I said. “You said it was because I sacrificed-”

“I know!” Akira cut me off. “Blake… Dad! The last time I tried to change history, I screwed up. I didn’t change the right stuff, so when the time came for the last battle, you made the wrong choice, causing all of us to lose. I lost my temper, Dad. I was so furious at you that I… I vented my anger. I went forward and hurt you because I was hurting. You only screwed up because I screwed up even bigger. And then I made you pay for my mistake.”

Akira was starting to cry.

“I know what you saw, Dad. It was a godawful, horrible thing to do. I was wrong, so wrong to do that and I know I can never make it up to you… but please listen: I only want you and XCOM and Humanity to win the final battle. Everything I’ve done is to make sure that happens. This war is the last war in history, Dad! After September next year, there’ll be no more fighting, no more death! The Beast will be gone, ADVENT destroyed, and Earth will finally be safe. It’ll be over!”

I blinked a few times. I was honestly having trouble knowing what to think or say next. When I didn’t say anything, Akira went on.

“I know you hate me, Dad. I deserve it. But I still want to see you and Mom live to see the end of this thing. I want you and Sophie, Sophia, Matt, and Yutaka to all get out of this war alive. I promise, Dad, swear on my life and my grave… I’ll help you win this war… and then I won’t jump through time anymore. My word: I’ll be done. You saw my biggest screw-up and I swear it’ll never happen again. And just for you, when this is all over, I’ll accept whatever punishment you can think of.”

Chihiro gasped.

“Akira!”

“Said you wanted to kill me, right?” Akira asked me. “It’s only fair. You know what I’ve done.”

Then Akira turned to face Chihiro, stepped back, and bowed her head and torso forward until she was bent at a ninety-degree angle. Keeping her face pointed directly to the floor, Akira pressed her hands to her sides and said:


“Benkai no yochiganai. Okaa-sama, Kanbenshitekure yo.”

Chihiro raised her hands to her mouth and didn’t say anything. I couldn’t help but be confused. I’d known Chihiro for the better part of thirteen years, but after all that time, my knowledge of Japanese was cursory at best. I knew Akira had just made some kind of apology, but there are literally dozens of different ways to say “I’m sorry” in that language. So all I had to go on was Chihiro’s reaction.

“I-I-uh…” Chihiro stammered. She reached out and tried to put her hand through the window, reaching into the cell.

“Chi!” I grabbed Chihiro’s wrist and pulled her arm back.

In the second and a half it took for Chihiro to look at me and then turn her head back towards the cell door, Akira had risen to a standing position and was reaching out to grab Chihiro’s hand! Her hand was through the cell window and grasping at us!

“Takes a lot more than an apology to get us to trust you.” I said. “Right, Chi?”

Chihiro took a lot longer to choose her words than I did.

“I still don’t trust you, Akira.” She said slowly. “But if you ever wanna talk, I’ll listen.”

Chihiro and I returned our Mindshields to the guards and started to leave. I wanted to put as much distance as I could between myself and Akira, walking at a brisk pace. Chihiro lagged behind, then she turned on her heels and shouted down the corridor towards the brig:

“Hey Akira! Are you going to be my only child!?”

“I’m the youngest!” Akira called back. “Three brothers and a sister!”

Chihiro gave me a wide-eyed look of pure shock. She eyed me up and down and then put an anxious hand over her own belly.

“I’m gonna have five kids!?” Chihiro squeaked. “Five!? Seriously!?”

“Don’t look at me!” I replied, suppressing a laugh. “I’m the one who only wanted two kids. Commander Harpers gonna flip when she hears Akira’s telling us about our futures. Let’s head up to the bridge and see the fireworks.”



Chihiro and I never made it to the bridge. We ran into Harper, Bradford, and Tygan on their way down the elevator. They were being escorted by Isis Dekker, who was sweating profusely as though… oh yeah… I made her run laps earlier!

“Sergeant Dekker!” I said. “Are you-”

“I already told Fournier to get her telescope!” Isis said quickly. “Jericho, Yamamoto, and Petoskey are already outside. Well, are you coming or what!?”

“What’s going on?” I asked. “Did we miss something?”

“Something’s happening in the sky!” Bradford told me. “Something huge!”

A loud clatter behind me caught my attention. Odette Fournier had appeared in the hallway, carrying a very large space telescope over her shoulder as though it was a rocket launcher. Jogging behind her was a middle-aged Japanese man I recognized as Doctor Hongo Marizuki, the man Chihiro had helped rescue from Tokyo last week.

“When did the phenomenon start?” Doctor Marizuki asked.

“Sergeant Dekker spotted it about six minutes ago!”

“Then we may just see the end of it!” Doctor Marizuki said. “Quickly, we must get outside!”



Kanna River, Honshu Island
Thursday, May 10, 2035 – 10:45pm



Nearly the entire crew of the Avenger, plus all XCOM soldiers, had spilled out of the boarding ramp and had taken up spots in whatever patch of open ground they could find. Men and women craned their necks to look up at the night sky and gasped in amazement at what they saw. Chihiro and I followed Odette and Marizuki all the way to the bank of the Kanna river, where dozens of Japanese locals from the nearby town had congregated. They too, were looking through telescopes and marveling at the night sky in awed voices.

Finally, Doctor Marizuki found a spot to set up his equipment. Odette gently set the telescope on its tripod and allowed the scientist to begin his work. Meanwhile, Bradford, Harper, Tygan, and Odette all turned to look at the sky. Chihiro and I did as well, and together, the entire crowd gave a loud:

“Ooohh!”

All eyes were on the Western Horizon.

Just barely above the mountains and sinking fast were three Constellations, clusters of stars that resembled figures from Human mythology. Right as Chihiro and I turned our heads to the west, we saw Canis Minor, the Lesser Dog, vanish below the ridgeline and beyond the horizon. Naturally, our eyes followed a trail of stars until we found ourselves looking upon the bright stars Castor and Pollux, the most recognizable part of the Constellation Gemini.

Above and to the left of Gemini was another Constellation. Four stars made up Cancer, the brightest of which was called Beta Cancri. I know that because my mother was a religious woman who thought it was important for me to remember exactly which star had been over my head on the day I was born.

Just between Cancer and Gemini was what had caught everyone’s attention. Hundreds of tiny little points of light blinked into and out of existence in rapid succession, all within an area of the sky I could cover with my thumb. Chihiro and I stared at the rapid pulses and flickers of light until someone tapped my shoulder.

Odette had procured another telescope. She got Chihiro’s attention and then placed it in front of us. When the Frenchwoman didn’t say anything, Chihiro spoke up.

“Odette says she’s already seen it. It’s our turn.”

I nodded to Odette and thanked her, then I peered through the telescope.


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The planet Saturn, viewed through a telescope. Saturn is the seventh planet in the Sol system and its system of rings and moons makes it the most resource-rich region of the Sol System. During the late Second Hyperspace War, this planet was a high-priority target for all sides.

Almost exactly between Gemini and Cancer, the most beautiful object in the night sky hung in the void like a gem. I’ve seen Saturn through a telescope before, but no amount of repeated viewings can tarnish its splendor. White and yellow clouds swirled about the surface of the distant world while sunlight gleamed off its majestic ring, making Saturn shimmer and shine like a priceless treasure.

“Odette thinks you need to zoom out.” Chihiro whispered. “Look at the space around Saturn.”

I shuffled to one side and allowed Chihiro to peer through the telescope while she adjusted it. Looking around, I saw that nearly two-hundred-fifty people had gathered outside now, and nearly half of them were using binoculars and telescopes to look up at the flickering space around Saturn. To my right, I heard Doctor Marizuki talking to Commander Harper:

“It takes waves of light about an hour and a half to travel from Saturn to Earth.” Marizuki explained. “If we have only just begun to see this, then that means the event actually began about ninety minutes ago. We should be seeing an escalation soon. When I first detected the alien fleet twenty years ago, I spent so much of my time calculating light delay times!”

Chihiro gasped!

“Blake! Look!”

Peering through the telescope again, I saw what Chihiro was looking at. The empty space around Saturn was… well… not empty. Flickering and blinking points of light danced around Saturn! I pulled away from the telescope and rubbed my face, thinking that I was seeing floaters in my own eyes. But when I looked back into the scope, there were those dancing points of light again!

“This is it.” Said a calm voice to my left.

Chihiro and I both jumped! It was Jericho. She had turned away from us and was climbing on top of a large boulder on the riverbank, trying to get a better view of the sky.

“What’s it?” Chihiro asked. “What’s going on?”

Jericho looked down at us, then back to the flickering lights in the western sky.

“The ADVENT Coalition is making its last stand.” Jericho explained. “Their space fleet is being destroyed by the Partogan fleet I told you about. When the Partogans are done, they’ll come here, and then ADVENT and the Elders will be finished. So far, the Partogan’s approach to Earth is going exactly the same as last time. History is going to repeat itself.”

Chihiro and I looked at one another, unable to register the looks of shock on our own faces. When we gazed into the telescope again, we were finally able to resolve an image of the flickering lights.

Spaceships. The skies of Saturn was filled with them, and one half was trying to kill the other.
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The Battle of Saturn was an unmitigated disaster for the ADVENT Coalition. They would never recover from this defeat.

Vessels unlike anything we’d ever dreamed of swarmed and swirled around Saturn, firing at one another with weapons infinitely more destructive than anything Humans had ever turned against one another. Spacecraft the size of cities were annihilated by columns of light, while tiny pinpricks swarmed about and picked their targets apart. Clouds of shrapnel, dense and opaque, swirled and circled the ghostly afterimages of wrecked warships while nuclear fireballs swallowed entire formations.

Shocked beyond belief, Chihiro and I let go of the telescope. Aimlessly, unable to think of anything to say, we wandered towards the river and sat down on the rocky embankment. Other curious spectators took over our telescope.

For an hour, Chihiro and I sat on the bank of the Kanna River. We watched the space battle until Saturn itself fell below the horizon and vanished from view. One by one, all of our squadmates gathered around. Isis, Yutaka, Hal, Odette, Ignatius, Chihiro and I all gathered around the riverbank and then invited Jericho and Sophia to join us. Together, we kept a silent vigil over the night sky. Even though the battle itself was no longer visible, we knew it wasn’t over. We would keep watch until sunrise, and no one said a word.

What could have been said anyway? What words could possibly capture the feeling one has when they realize they are witnessing the end of an era in history, and the dawning of another? Everything was different now, and we would never go back to the world of yesterday. Tomorrow morning, when the full extent of tonight’s events was known, the whole world would change.

Sometime later, I found out that we weren’t the only people watching the Battle of Saturn that night. All over Asia and the Pacific, people looked towards the night sky and saw the same thing. Panic and chaos ruled the night as the ADVENT Coalition lost control of several cities and towns, their populations overwhelmed by the spectacle of destruction playing out around Saturn.

In Beijing, thousands of people crashed through the Mega-City’s checkpoints and flooded the countryside to get a better view of the sky. Impromptu tent cities sprang up as people gathered to watch the battle together. ADVENT soldiers withdrew from their base in the city and re-assembled in the nearby mountains.

In Hanoi, millions of people shut off their lights, plunging the city into darkness. ADVENT Peacekeepers were too few in number to stop the locals from taking over every rooftop in the darkened city to see the battle in space. Until the sun rose, anarchy ruled all three of Vietnam’s Mega-Cities.

In Tokyo, law enforcement agents were unable to stop the launches of hundreds of boats from Kawasaki Harbor. There were so many ships and barges in Tokyo Bay that a sky-watcher could walk directly from Yokohama to Chiba without getting their feet wet.

When the sun rose the next morning, everyone on Earth, regardless of species, knew that they had witnessed a turning point. We all knew that no matter what, the struggle to free our world from the aliens was going to enter a whole new phase.

Soon, we would take the fight to ADVENT; out of the wilderness and into the cities, where the future of Humanity would be decided. Hopefully by Humans.


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That was a great ending.

Does Paradox feels guilt or is it an act?

Jericho is considered a living god!???

I can’t wait to see the inevitable reunion between Mira and Paradox.

Also, won’t their plan for finding Mira not work because Partogans are Homo sapiens sapiens?
 
That was a great ending.
Thanks! One act down, three to go! (Plus some War Stories, the Intermission, and the Epilogue)

Does Paradox feels guilt or is it an act?
The Paradox is ally to none and enemy of all. Odds that she's putting on an act are pretty high.

Jericho is considered a living god!???
While Yutaka was trying to mess with Jericho's head in that scene, there are people out there who had religious experiences after crossing paths with her. A small number of people do see Jericho as a divine being. See Chapter 11 for more information about that.

I can’t wait to see the inevitable reunion between Mira and Paradox.
Depending on how long the gap between Act One and Act Two turns out to be, you might to see said reunion. The number of War Stories I'm going to post depends purely on how long it takes me to get Act Two ready.

Also, won’t their plan for finding Mira not work because Partogans are Homo sapiens sapiens?
Correct. Mira might not be found until after Humanity makes First Contact with the Partogan-Levakian Commonwealth.
 
War Stories #1: The Fall of Vania
So, Act Two of The Stormbreakers is not ready yet and might not be for a couple more weeks. However, I don't want to leave you, the reader, with nothing during this waiting period. I want to put out some new story content for you to read while you wait for me to finish the next batch of chapters.

To that end: Introducing Stories from the Front!

Unlike it's predecessor, Faith in Chaos, this story does not have a side-plot playing out in the form of Interludes. Instead, I have gathered up a small collection of stories that reveal what's going on in the rest of the Galaxy. I hope you enjoy this bonus look into another corner of the Stormbreaker Universe until the main story is ready to continue!

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The Second Hyperspace War: Stories from the Front

#1: The Fall of Vania

Friday, August 11, 2028 A.D.
PLS Mahuika, Geostationary Orbit above Vania, The Galactic Front Line


“Commander! Vania is under attack!”

“What!?”

Manako Ranginui broke his concentration and threw open the door of his meditation cell. He looked to see who was yelling at him. Two people were running down the hallway towards him, waving their arms and shouting to get his attention.

The first was a Levakian huntress with mottled brown fur and gleaming yellow eyes that complimented her green-and-orange military uniform. The lioness named Elsina looked like a big tomcat and had a masculine tone of voice. She even had a small, scraggly mane around her neck.

The second soldier was a young Partogan with out-of-control curly grey hair. Kailani Kalili was cradling a laser rifle in her arms and looking panicked. She was also as short and skinny as a twig. Kailani could have rode here on Elsina’s back if the Levakian had been open to the idea.

“We just detected a huge Beast fleet emerging from Hyperspace!” Kailani said quickly.

“It’s converging on the Vanian Homeworld!” Elsina added.

Manako grabbed his backpack and departed the meditation cell, following the two young soldiers back the way they’d come.

“What about the Science Nexus? Are they in danger?”

“Not yet.” Kailani answered. “The Vanians are putting up one helluva fight, but they’re going to need help to secure the station.”

“To hell with that.” Manako said, picking up his pace. “We’re in no shape to fight off a frontal assault!”

Manako, Kailani, and Elsina emerged onto the bridge. It was abuzz with activity as Triple Alliance crew and officers scrambled about, trying to make sense of the surprise development. A Sensors Manager screen revealed an armada of Infected ships swarming around the planet Vania, and a local defense fleet rising up to meet them. Meanwhile, the Mahuika and her escort fleet watched the confrontation from a safe distance.

On the Dias in the center, Manako’s twin sister Makara was giving directions to the crew. She looked vastly different from when the Mahuika had arrived on the Galactic Front Line just five months ago. Her body now had many noticeable scars and burn marks across her head, neck and arms. Her silver hair had started to grow back, but for the moment the cybernetic plugs and interfaces on the back and sides of her scalp were still visible.

“Sound the evacuation orders for all of the mining and research stations as well, we can’t give the Beast any Biomatter to work with!” Makara was saying to an officer.

Manako jumped up onto the Dias and tapped his sister’s shoulder.

“Did you put out a call for reinforcements?”

“I did.” Makara answered, “The Triple Alliance is sending a Carrier Strike Group, they’ll be here in about six hours; and the Galactic Alliance is sending two Mothership Fleets and the Progenitor Dreadnaught. They’ll be here in ten hours.”

Manako balked.

“By the time they get here it’ll be too late!”

Makara gave him a grim expression.

“They know. Fleet Command is thinking about containment. The planet itself is already a lost cause.”

As much as Manako hated to admit it, she was right. The Mahuika’s escort fleet was too small to engage the Beast armada on the other side of the system. Unless some kind of a miracle happened, the Triple Alliance was about to lose a member-state to the Beast. But Manako couldn’t think about that, he had his own mission to accomplish.

“Maka…” Manako said. “Vania’s lost. We have to enact the Contingency Plan.”

Maka nodded sadly.

“Reepi’s not gonna like it.” She said.

“That’s Reepi’s problem.” Manako said. “You start evacuating the scientists from the Nexus, I’ll go down to the surface and get the prototype from the Institute. Elsina! Come with me. Kalili, back to your post.”

Manako and Elsina left the bridge, moving quickly down the halls and elevators to the Hangar Bay while Makara’s voice sounded over the intercom:

“Attention all hands! General quarters, general quarters! Move to your battle stations immediately! Gukko Force, report to the Hangar Bay, docking sleeve fifteen!”

In one of the docking sleeves of the Flagship’s hangar, Manako found a team of thirty Triple Alliance marines waiting for him. It was a mixed force of warriors from all over the Galaxy. Levakians, Kelt, Assurians, Amadii, Partogans, Micore droids, and even a few Vanians were present. They had all been briefed about this mission, so when Manako arrived, they all shared a look of dark understanding. This was a Contingency Plan, after all, which meant something had gone horribly wrong.

“Let’s not mince words!” Manako briefed his troops. “We’re about to lose Vania. Our task is to get to the Broadbill Psi Corps on the surface and recover the prototype of Project Olisi. Let’s get our teams together and board the dropship now!”

Several of the Marines were abruptly pushed aside as a huge bird with magnificent red and blue plumage pushed his way past them and approached Manako. If a Human being looked at the Vanian known as Reepi Imvu, more likely than not, they would have called him a “giant talking peacock.” Luckily for Reepi, it would be seven more years before he crossed paths with such a Human.

Reepi’s bright red tail feathers rustled dangerously as he spoke. He had a small beak, so his voice sounded higher pitched than what one would expect of a fully grown adult.

“Ranginui, that’s my Homeworld down there! Let me and my people go down there and fight! We can’t let the Beast take everything away from us!”

Manako folded his arms.

“Major Imvu, I’m expecting you to join us in the fight down there, but you’d better remember that you are a Triple Alliance soldier first, and you will follow my orders while we’re down there! We have a job to do, our own mission. Now, everyone gear up and get to the ship!”



The skies above Vania were shrouded in a dense cloud of metallic shrapnel. From deep within, lights pulsed and flashed, illuminating the whole scene like an evening thunderstorm. Warships of varying size and shape emerged from the cloud of debris and then re-entered the maelstrom, like whales gasping for air in a turbulent ocean. Below this cloud, in the gap between the main battle and the world of Vania, the Triple Alliance flagship emerged from Hyperspace.

Shrouded in a swirling mass of destruction, the Mahuika lit up as an array of Mass Drivers opened fire towards the battle above. On the ship’s ventral side a single Corvette-sized vessel emerged from the hangar bay and sped towards the planet surface. Two Beast-infected frigates tried to break off from the main battle and engage the Corvette, but the Mahuika laid into them with a vengeance! Mass Driver slugs tore into the flanks of both subverted vessels! Blood, wire, torn metal, and shredded flesh flew in all directions as both infected ships were destroyed. Meanwhile, an orange flare streaked across the cloudy skies below…



Broadbill Psi Corps Facility, Vania, The Galactic Front Line

Before the war, the city of Broadbill was a center of art and culture. Because this city had been built and inhabited by a race of avians, the buildings were designed to accommodate inhabitants who spent most of their time in the sky. Wide windows and open-air rooftops were the norm here, while very little activity seemed to occur at ground level. Broadbill was also a pedestrian city. The only vehicles belonged to construction and maintenance crews, and even then, these vehicles weren’t very heavy, nor were they designed to travel long distances.

In the center of Broadbill was a huge complex of several dozen buildings. This was the local branch of the Psi Corps. Unlike the Partogans, Levakians or Humans, the Vanians were an entirely Gifted species. Every member of their race was born with Psionic powers. The Vanian Psi Corps served a dual function in their society: Telepathic law enforcement, as well as the training and maintenance of a Psionic army.

As the Triple Alliance Marine Frigate descended towards the Psi Corps complex, the Vanian Army was putting up a fight worthy of the history books. A huge telekinetic shield, almost four Kios across, was being maintained by a platoon of avian warriors. They flew in circles high above the facility, reinforcing the shield using nothing but raw mental willpower whenever it was hit. And it was being hit a lot.

The area surrounding the Psi Corps base had become a battlefield. A horde of infected Vanians were trying to fight their way into the structure. Not Vanian ships or vehicles… Vanians.

In planetary battles, a Beast-infected person was a terrible sight to behold. The victim’s flesh is horrifically re-arranged to make room for a wide array of semi-organic cybernetic implants. These technological enhancements had not been installed by some insane scientist, but had grown from mutated and infected cells, the result of the body being taken over by the Biomechanical Virus known as “the Beast.” These half-organic, half-machine beings were then tied into the Beast’s hive mind through some unknown means. After this point, they were no longer a victim of the Beast. They are the Beast.

A horde of infected Vanians flew around the perimeter of the Psi Corps base, continually blasting the shield with Psionic energy! They were so focused on their target that they failed to notice the incoming Triple Alliance Marine Frigate until it had opened fire! Mass Driver rounds tore through the sky and knocked several infected Vanians from the sky. Metal wings and bionic beaks were aimed towards the frigate, but it was too late! A hole opened up in the shield surrounding the Psi Corps base and only stayed open long enough to let the frigate pass through. As soon as the frigate had entered the shield, it closed again and incinerated a dozen infected Vanians who had tried to follow.

The Commonwealth Marine Frigate hit the ground, hard! Manako, Elsina, and Reepi were the first ones down the boarding ramp. Keeping her plasma cannon pointed towards the ground, Elsina stood behind Manako as he addressed the Vanian warrior who came forward to meet the Triple Alliance soldiers on the landing pad.

“Are you the Triple Alliance strike team?” asked a peacock with blue and green plumage.

“Yes sir!” Manako replied. “Commander Manako Ranginui, Commonwealth Green Guard. This is Corporal Elsina, Triple Alliance Army, and Major Reepi Imvu, Triple Alliance Navy. Your government told you I was coming?”

“I’m Colonel Rokka, Vanian Army.” Rokka answered. “They told us-”

A huge explosion ripped through the air! Manako, Reepi, and Elsina all covered their heads as the telekinetic shield collapsed! An infected Hiigaran Missile Destroyer pulled up and out of its dive, screaming back towards the main battle! The sunlight flickered as thousands of infected Vanians descended on the Psi Corps!

“That talk will have to wait!” Rokka yelled. “We’ve got incoming! Get your people inside! We’ll cover you!”

Colonel Rokka spread his wings wide and launched into the sky. Elsina started to ask him why he didn’t have a weapon, but stopped herself as she remembered: Psionic armies don’t use firearms.

A lightning storm of unimaginable scale and noise erupted in the sky! Bolts jumped and arced from one bird to another as Rokka’s forces rose to meet the attackers! Smoldering feathers fell from the sky as Vanians annihilated one another through sheer force of will! A Psionic rift opened up in the sky and swallowed nearly a hundred infected Vanians before collapsing on itself and taking a hundred more with it! Flying in a v-shaped formation, five infected peacocks broke off from the battle and dove towards the Psi Corps base!

“Everyone inside!” Manako yelled. “Get under cover! Reepi! Watch our backs!”

Elsina and Manako started running for the nearest building! Behind them, the other soldiers in the strike team had disembarked from the Marine Frigate and were doing the same. Reepi took flight! The sunlight shining through his red feathers made him look like an angel of death as he killed two infected Vanians with a devastating telekinetic pulse. The wrecked bodies fell from the air like cannonballs, feathers and metal exploding everywhere! Manako opened the first door he came to with his mind and charged through!

Manako and Elsina found themselves inside of a large dining area. The place was in terrible shape, no doubt because of the recent fighting. A dozen Vanian Army soldiers were actively defending the structure, firing Psionic bolts and pulses out the windows and throwing up protective shields as well. One by one, the rest of the Triple Alliance strike team entered the building and took up defensive positions alongside the Vanians, helping hold the line wherever they could. As soon as the rest of the strike team entered the building, Elsina covered the door with her plasma cannon, firing wildly towards the infected as they tried to follow.

“Friendlies!” Elsina shouted as two Vanians flew into the building! She slammed the door behind them, panting.

Reepi and Colonel Rokka looked a little tired, but were intact. Reepi shook his feathers out, depositing bits of burned feathers to the floor.

“You’ll be happy to know the new Infection Vaccine works.” Reepi reported. “I got hit twice out there and don’t feel any worse for wear.”

“Let’s not push our luck on that front.” Manako said. Then he turned to Colonel Rokka. “My men have a crucial mission here, Rokka. I need you to help us.”

The whole building shook violently as an infected Vanian tried to collapse the walls with his mind. Three or four of Colonel Rokka’s troops countered, striking the attacker with multiple bolts of lightning! Nearby on the landing pad, the Mass Driver cannons of the Triple Alliance frigate opened fire, contributing to the defense as best they could. Rokka broke off the conversation and shouted orders to his troops:

“Reinforce the southwest shield and plug that hole on the right flank!”

Fluttering his wings, Rokka flew partway across the wrecked building to continue directing his troops. Manako jogged to keep up with him while Elsina loped along on all fours, her tail twitching.

“I can’t help you, Commander!” Rokka said, holding one wing above his head to shield his eyes. “Our perimeter is collapsing fast! We have to retreat and regroup!”

“This is important, Colonel!” Manako shouted over the noise. “We need your help!”

“The situation is untenable!” Rokka replied. “I will not lay down my soldier’s lives for a worthless field of rocks!”

“What!?” Elsina said. “Come on, I thought your government said we were coming! Don’t you know what’s going on here!?”

“No, lion. I don’t!” Rokka snapped. “All the Executive Council told me was that Commander Ranginui was coming here and that his mission details were classified. How would you feel if you were told you had to die without knowing the reason!?”

Elsina flattened her ears, growled, and showed her fangs.

“You’re a soldier, Colonel!” she said. “You have to obey your chain of command!”

“Look around!” Rokka snapped. “Do you think that chain still exists right now!?”

Manako pushed Elsina aside and told her to be quiet before saying to Rokka:

“Listen to me, we have orders from your government to recover the prototype of Project Olisi and take it somewhere safe, someplace the Beast can’t get to it!”

Those words triggered an immediate response in Rokka.

“Project Olisi!? Mother of the winds, are you serious! You came all this way for some kid’s science project! I don’t know if you’ve noticed but this is a war zone!!”

Rokka pointed to the building next door with his wing.

“All projects are in there on the ground floor. But you can’t get there anyway. It’s outside of our protective range, and I’m not going to sacrifice any more of my people for a bunch of aliens who value some chick's end-of-year grades more than our own lives!”

“Rokka! Listen to me!”

Reepi crossed the room in seconds and landed in front of Rokka.

“If we don’t get into that science facility, this will be the end of Vania! It will be the extinction of our race, and it’ll happen on your watch! Just imagine the hit your reputation will take! What will the peahens think of you!?”

Rokka’s face fell as he was confronted with the one thing Vanians feared above all else: looking bad in public. He gazed at Manako frantically and said:

“But, you can stop all of that, right? Isn’t there something we can do!?”

“Not us.” Manako said, “But the Tryna can.”

Manako beckoned Rokka to come closer.

“It’s a superweapon. Under construction right now. The whole thing is a collaborative effort between the Triple Alliance and most of the other governments. Components for the weapon are being built all over the Galaxy, and one of those components is in that building right over there. The man, lion, or peacock who retakes that building and secures Project Olisi will be the hero who saved the whole Galaxy!”

That was all Rokka needed to hear. He spread his wings with newfound confidence and rallied his troops!

“All of you! Gather your strength and fight for the glory of Vania! We will retake the exhibition hall!”

Rokka leapt into the sky and soared above the battleground where he was joined by nearly three dozen of his own soldiers! A shimmering Psionic shield materialized around the Vanian formation as Colonel Rokka shouted:

“Let the cosmos know today and forevermore that THE WAR WAS WON BY COLONEL ROKKA OF VANIA!!”

"Tch. Predicable." Elsina muttered.

Manako recharged his plasma rifle and shouted to his own troops:

“For Partoga! For Levakia! For Amadiio and Vania! For Assuria and Kelta! Let’s make this count! FORWARD!”

The Triple Alliance strike team surged out of cover and back onto the battlefield! At once, the infected converged on the two masses of soldiers! Running on the ground and flying through the air, hundreds of infected Vanians hurtled towards the two assault teams and met a hailstorm of gunfire and Psionic blasts! With a roar of her engines, the Triple Alliance frigate took to the sky and moved through the Psi Corps complex, keeping low near the terrain and firing all of her weapons!

The exhibition hall was overrun! Not only was it full of infected Vanians, but the Beast virus had infected many of the computer systems inside as well. When Manako, Elsina, Reepi, and their team reached a loading bay that led inside, the garage door slammed shut of its own accord.

“The building itself is infected!” Elsina cried. “We’re stuck!”

“No we’re not!” Reepi said.

Reepi leaned back and kicked at the door with one of his clawed feet. Psionic energy pulsed out of his body and imparted itself on the door, which crumbled to dust and blew away as Reepi flapped his wings. Elsina crossed the loading back and put her shoulder to the interior door. It gave way at once and the team gained entry. Meanwhile, up above, Rokka’s forces had taken the roof and were working their way inside as well.

Once Manako’s team was inside the exhibition hall, the fighting became more frantic. The building itself was resisting their invasion. Doors shut themselves and had to be forced open. Computer screens flashed and flickered in an attempt to disorient the team. Alarms sounded and buttons refused to work. All the while, the ventilation system made a deep, guttural growling noise.

A group of subverted scientists tried to seal off a hallway with another Psionic barrier, but Reepi and Manako used their own powers to break it, allowing Elsina to strike! She swept her plasma cannon from left to right, taking down everyone and everything in her way!

“Check your fire in here!” Manako barked. “We don’t want to hit the superweapon component!”

“By the way, Elsina,” Reepi said. “I wasn’t kidding around when I said the Vaccine’s working!”

Elsina took point as the team breached the next room, and did what all big cats do when presented with big birds and no escape route: She pounced. Claws and teeth tore into the first infected Vanian she saw. Bionic implants were torn from the flesh and discarded while Elsina’s comrades gunned down the other enemies. Once the fighting died down, Manako surveyed the room while Elsina retched and stuck a pawful of disinfectant strips in her mouth.

The room was filled with computer banks. There were ten rows of computers, all humming softly as they worked. The floor was an absolute mess of cables and wires. Each case contained a supercomputer with a project name written on a label.

“This is a project room!” Manako called out. “Everyone keep your eyes out for Olisi.”

From the other side of the room, a familiar voice called out:

“Maybe you could tell us what it looks like. Things will go faster, you know.”

Rokka and his team had rejoined the main group.

“We don’t have long.” Rokka reported. “A dozen Beast warships have broken off from the battle above and are coming this way! The whole complex is about to get blown to dust!”

“Can’t you shield us again!?” Elsina asked while she peered at one of the computers. “Like when we got here.”

“Not enough warriors left.” Rokka said. “Maintaining those shields takes focus, you know. It’s best if we find your component first.”

“About that,” said one of the Triple Alliance soldiers, “We might have a problem.”

A Levakian hunter pointed towards one of the computers in the middle of the room. Manako and Reepi took a closer look, then jumped back!

“They’re infected!” Reepi gasped.

He was right. Nearly all of the computers in this room had rapidly growing patches of flesh and muscle. When Elsina cut one of the cables with her claws, blood leaked out of both ends. Reepi swore.

“Oh, don’t tell me we came all this way for nothing!”

“Olisi!” someone yelled.

Manako, Elsina, Reepi, and Rokka all ran down to the other end of the room. A female member of the humanoid Assurian species pointed towards one particular supercomputer. A metal placard on one side said:


“Project Olisi
Military Combat Computer – Precognitive Interface
Armada-scale Psionic Warfare”

Manako raised an arm to stop Elsina and Reepi from getting too close.

“It might be infected!” Manako said.

“It’s not!” squeaked a small voice.

The trio looked at one another.

“Wasn’t me.” Reepi said.

“Who’s there!?” Elsina raised her voice.

“I’m hiding under the floor!” the small voice said. “I disconnected the Olisi from the network when the attack started, and I sterilized it. It should still be clean!”

Reepi and Elsina jumped aside and finally spotted the trapdoor next to the Olisi Supercomputer.

“It’s safe to come out!” Reepi said to the trapdoor. “We’ve secured the room, and we’ve come here to take Olisi somewhere safe.”

“Wait! Really!?” The voice squeaked. “Take me with you! I worked on Olisi! I can help!”

The door swung open and a female Vanian emerged.

Vanians are one of the few species in the Galaxy whose males look extremely different from the females. Male Vanians (Peacocks) are mind-numbingly beautiful, with extravagant plumage and colorful tail feathers. Their whole bodies would often be some iridescent color that shines magnificently in the daylight. By contrast, female Vanians (Peahens) are very dull and drab in appearance, usually having simple plumage and are almost always colored somewhere between grey and brown. However, the peahen who emerged from the trapdoor was an exception to this rule.

Elsina, Manako, and Reepi all gasped as they saw the peahen who had been hidden beneath the floor. It took only seconds for all three of them to understand why she had gone to such lengths to hide herself. Every single feather on her body was pure white. The only color on the peahen’s body was in her eyes, which were blood-red.

“You…” Reepi gasped, “You’re a Berang!”

The word “Berang” is what Vanians use to describe a member of their own species born with what a Human would call Albinism. The word can be translated as “colorless.” Berang Vanians are extremely rare and considered to be very desirable by nearly every species in the Galaxy.

“Why’s that always the first thing people say when the meet me?” The peahen sounded very annoyed. “How come no one ever asks me my name, or why I was hiding in the floor?”

“What’s your name and why were you hiding under the floor?” Elsina said.

The peahen rolled her eyes.

“I’m Divakar, Kanti Divakar” she said. “And I was hiding under the damn floor because the world is ending!!”

As if to prove Kanti’s point, the whole building shuddered. Rokka shouted from the other side of the room:

“They’re renewing their attack! If we’re gonna get that thing out of here, it’s now or never!”

Manako quickly rounded on Kanti.

“You said you worked on this thing?”

“Yes!” Kanti replied with enthusiasm. “I helped design the Precognitive Interface. I know better than anyone else how it works! I’ll help you install this thing on the superweapon, just get me out of here!”

“Done deal.” Manako replied. “Reepi. Get up to the ship and tell them to get ready to extract us.”

With a grand sweeping motion and a clatter of talons, Reepi ascended a staircase to the second floor and took off through one of the open-air rooms. The Triple Alliance Marine Frigate was now hovering directly over the wrecked building while her Mass Driver cannons engaged a swarm of infected Vanians.

A boarding ramp on the front of the ship fell open and a winch attached to a heavy cable fell to the ground. Holding onto the other end of the cable, a small green reptilian waved his little arm and yelled at Reepi:

“Lifting system ready!” The Kelt engineer yelled, “Just attach the component and I’ll do the rest!”

“Tell the pilot to bring the ship to ground level!” Reepi yelled back. “We’re evac-ing right up the ramp!”

The lizard gulped and then nodded his head.

“We’ll be ready!”

Reepi folded his wings and dove back down towards the ground. The first few members of the strike team were emerging back onto the street through the loading dock they’d breached earlier. Manako and another Partogan soldier were carrying the Olisi Supercomputer together while Elsina and Rokka covered them. Kanti was following behind, looking terrified.

“Don’t look up now!” Kanti screamed. “More of them!”

Reepi spread his wings wide, arrested his fall, and started climbing again. He saw one last formation of enemies coming towards the strike team. This time, it was a mixed force of infected Vanians and…

“Starfighters!” Reepi yelled to the ground team! “They’re bringing strike craft this time!”

At once, Rokka and what remained of his forces took to the air. While the Marine Frigate lowered itself to the ground, Reepi flew alongside Rokka and shouted a warning:

“You can’t fight that! Get on the ship and we’ll get you out of here!”

“Your men need time to load that device onto your ship!” Rokka replied. “Olisi is important! And besides, this is our world. I can’t think of a better place to fight for Vania. Go back to your men, we’ve got your tail!”

Reluctantly, Reepi broke formation and started flying back towards the Triple Alliance frigate.

“Where’s Rokka?” Manako asked when Reepi landed on the boarding ramp.

“Buying us some time.” Reepi replied. “Do we have everyone aboard? Olisi?”

“All troops accounted for!” Elsina reported. Kanti and the Olisi are on their way to the cargo bay now. Let’s get outta here!”

With its troops and cargo secured, the marine frigate shot up through the sky, which had changed a lot since its arrival. A squadron of Beast-infected fighters tried to ambush the frigate as it ascended through a dark column of smoke, but they themselves were ambushed by a flock of Vanian soldiers. Below, the entire city of Broadbeak was now in flames, the air full of Vanians and fighter craft, waging one last desperate battle for control of the airspace. Above, frigates, destroyers, and cruisers threw fire at one another, turning the skies of Vania into a hellscape of fire and smoke.

The Marine Frigate punched through the last layer of atmosphere and found itself on the outermost periphery of the main space battle above the planet. Veering away from the conflict, the frigate came upon a wide Quantum Wavefront just above the atmosphere.

The Mahuika emerged from Hyperspace just in front of the frigate, which wasted no time diving into the Flagship’s hangar bay. In turn the Mahuika began moving away from the battle as well.



Hyperspace module charging. 42 percent capacity and rising. The Mahuika will be ready to jump in four minutes.

Manako didn’t even stop to take off his armor. He ran full tilt to the bridge. He barely noticed that the corridors of the ship seemed to be far more crowded than usual. He passed nearly two hundred Vanians on his way back to Deck One. Just before reaching the bridge, Manako sent a telepathic message to his sister.


What’s the status of the Science Nexus?

Completely evacuated. Two thousand, five hundred Vanian scientists and staff are now here aboard the Mahuika. There’s no one left on board. We can go at any time.

Start spooling up the Hyperspace module. Take us into Hiigaran space. Aim for the Pactu Enclaves.

Already on it. Get to a radiation shelter.


Manako took a detour as Hyperspace alarms began to sound throughout the ship. He found a radiation shelter quickly and took a seat in the far corner. After just thirty seconds, the shelter filled up with nearly a hundred Vanians. Manako tried to tune out the high pitched bird calls and just listen to the intercom speaker next to him, but this didn’t bring silence.

In those last few minutes before the Mahuika launched into Hyperspace, Manako could hear the telepathic communications of the Vanian Army as they valiantly defended their home to the last. A few seconds before the Quantum Wavefront enveloped the Mahuika, all of the Vanians in the shelter fell silent as well; they had joined Manako in listening to the death throes of their own homeworld:


Can anyone hear me? This is Colonel Ayyar, my platoon is pinned down!

Our team leader is down, we can’t help right now!

We can’t hold this sector anymore! We’re falling back to the next phase line!

Can anyone hear Colonel Rokka? Where is he?

Rokka’s down! We’re taking fire from all sides!

What happened to Ranginui? Did he make it to the exhibition hall?

Is anyone out there? Can anyone hear me?

We need help in the Capitol Building! They’re too many!

Can’t get to you, we’ve got problems of our own.

Disengage! Everyone disengage and fall back!

We’re gonna lose the Psi Corps HQ! We need as many fighters in the Capitol City as possible!

Help! The Beast is here! Send help!

Where’s the Triple Alliance!? Where’s Partoga!?


With the all-too-familiar humming sound, a Quantum-Wavefront swept backwards and enveloped the Mahuika. Across the battlefield, the Triple Alliance armada did the same, breaking contact with the enemy and fleeing into Hyperspace. Triumphant at last, a horde of infected warships descended upon Vania…




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You mentioned an AAR twice (Netraxi Leaflet) in that recommendations list.

So, Vania has fallen?An entire psionic species is now infected?! That’s a disaster!
 
You mentioned an AAR twice (Netraxi Leaflet) in that recommendations list.

So, Vania has fallen?An entire psionic species is now infected?! That’s a disaster!

Whoops! I'll get that fixed.


And yes, losing Vania is a major blow for the entire Galaxy. Billions of people are now Infected, the Vanian Homeworld has been converted into Biomatter which the Beast will use to make more of itself; and after a few months, the Vanian military will cease to be an effective fighting force and be removed from the war entirely. But it could have been much worse. The crew of the Vanian Science Nexus was evacuated and the Precognitive Interface was recovered from the Psi Corps. The incomplete Tryna superweapon has been saved at the cost of a whole civilization.

Keep your eyes up as the story goes on, though. Manako, Makara, Kailani, Elsina, Reepi, Kanti, and Dolim (the Kelt engineer) are all going to appear partway through Act Two, alongside two characters from Faith in Chaos, and one character from After Everything.
 
War Stories #2: Maiden Voyage

The Second Hyperspace War: Stories from the Front

#2: Maiden Voyage

Saturday, September 30, 2028 A.D.
Shipyard Nynrah, Beznar Star System, Partogan–Levakian Commonwealth, Galactic Front Line



“This is Triple Alliance Fleet Command. Standby for component transfer.”

“Containment unit online. All power signatures in the green… Primary couplings released.”

“Trajectory is good. The shuttle has cleared the Mahuika.

“This is Nynrah Control, we have visual contact with the shuttle. Proceed with the transfer.”

“Trajectory and alignment confirmed. Shuttlecraft One, do not deviate from your present course. Take it to one-fifteen and initiate capture procedures.”

“The Tryna recognizes the component and confirms signal lock.”

“Shuttlecraft One has docked. The component is being offloaded and installed now. Standby...”



The TAS Tryna was such a massive vessel that it was well over half the size of Shipyard Nynrah itself. Looking on the ship from the outside, it appeared as though the one-hundred-year-old Planet Killer was covered in patchwork armor. Newer sections of the hull gleamed in the blue light of the nearby star while the other ones had been rendered dull by a century of cosmic sandblasting.

Construction of the Planet-Killer Tryna had begun over a century ago, but had been put on hold by the Levakian Uprising, then further delayed by the political fallout of the Battle of Aoraki, and ultimately the half-finished warship had been mothballed by the new Partogan-Levakian Commonwealth. The outbreak of the Second Hyperspace War had brought renewed interest in the ship, and now, at long last, construction had finally resumed.

As the now-defunct Kingdom of Partoga had discovered a century ago, building a Planet-Killer from scratch is no small task. The Kingdom’s first six Planet-Killers had taken nearly two decades to construct. Now the successor state was leaving nothing to chance. The entire Beznar star system had been converted into a construction yard. Orbital strip mines reduced the terrestrial planets to dust, entire asteroids were towed away from their orbits towards the shipyard, and a megalithic star forge threatened to blot out the Beznar star itself. All of this was done in the name of building the Tryna as quickly as possible. While hundreds of spaceships buzzed about the half-complete Planet-Killer like a swarm of insects, the inside of the ship was a hive of activity as well.

Deep inside the core of the Tryna, there was a hemispherical chamber that contained incredibly advanced machines unlike anything seen elsewhere in the Galaxy, all of which was being used to power and operate the highly advanced technology the Tryna carried. Conspicuously, in the center of this hemispherical chamber, was a niche surrounded by the ends of hundreds of cables and wires. Whatever component was supposed to be installed here was going to be of the utmost importance. However, that component was not being installed today.

To one side of the chamber, a Levakian and two Partogans watched nervously while a Vanian and a Kelt installed the Precognitive Interface combat computer into its new home in the Tryna’s nerve center.

Kailani Kalili and Elsina jumped with surprise when a voice emanated from the handheld radio in Kailani’s pocket:

“What’s our status over there?” asked the voice of Manako Ranginui.

“Still on schedule.” Kailani reported. “I’ll call you back when we’re heading back to the shuttle.”

Elsina laid herself down on the cold metal floor and rolled onto her side, purring.

“I’m in no hurry.” The lioness rumbled. “If Dolim and Kanti want to take their time, more power to ‘em.”

Dolim Gekkota was a Kelt, a short bipedal lizard. He was fully grown and yet the top of his head barely came up to Kailani’s waist, and she was a sixteen-year-old Partogan. His short stature allowed him to crawl most of the way inside of the Olisi Supercomputer and connect all of its intricate wiring.

Working on the outside of the machine was Kanti Divakar, an Albino peahen from the recently conquered planet of Vania. Elsina was fascinated by the way Kanti’s small, sharp talons were able to push buttons and flip switches that were far too small for her own lion paws.

“This’d go a lot faster if the thing just had a touchscreen.” Kailani complained. “How come you birds never figured out that tech?”

“Touchscreens only work for Mammalian species.” Dolim said, poking his head out of a service hatch. “Partogans, Levakians, Assurians, you all have eyes that see in a completely different spectrum from my people. To you those screens might make sense, but all I see are colorless shapes and meaningless flashes. Isn’t it the same for your people, Divakar?”

“I can see Ultraviolet light.” Kanti answered without looking up from her work. “All of my people can. That’s why we’re so good at air combat, or attacking things on the ground. Anything that reflects UV rays sticks out like a broken feather to us.”

Dolim crawled out of the supercomputer’s interior and closed the hatch behind him.

“Alright, try it now.”

Kanti flipped the power switch and twisted a knob with one of her talons. The Olisi Supercomputer began to make a gentle humming noise; simultaneously, several of the other machines in the room powered up!

“Excellent!” Kanti said. “Everything is working!”

Kanti leaped into the air and flew over to where Kailani and Elsina were waiting. Unlike her comrade Reepi Imvu, Kanti could fly almost silently, her wings slicing through the air in a noiseless way that made Elsina uncomfortable. Kailani held out the radio to her as she landed.

“Commander Ranginui?” Kanti spoke into the radio. “We’re done here. The Precognitive Interface is fully integrated into the Tryna.”

“Well done, Divakar.” Manako’s voice replied. “Are you sure you want to stay aboard the Tryna? We’ve got a place for you on the Mahuika if you change your mind.”

“I appreciate it, but no.” Kanti replied. “The Captain of the Tryna has offered me a commission as a Triple Alliance officer if I stay here.”

“Of course, and I wish you the best of luck.” Manako replied. “However, I do want my engineer, marine, and helmsman back.”

“By all means, I’ll have them on the next shuttle.” Kanti replied. “And thanks again for your help.”

While Dolim gathered up his equipment and prepared to leave, Kanti pointed to the empty niche in the center of the room and asked:

“So, Elsina and Kalili? Do you know anything about that? What component is supposed to go there?”

“I’ve heard Manako and Makara talking about it.” Kailani said. “It’s supposed to be some kind of wonder-weapon called a ‘Jericho,’ whatever that is.”

“So, what’s the Jericho supposed to do?” Kanti asked. “Is it on the way here, or is it still being built?”

“Nobody knows how the Jericho is supposed to work.” Kailani admitted. “It’s being built on Earth and we can’t get it ‘till later.”

“Earth!?” Kanti repeated. “You’re talking about the primitive backwater planet the Ethereals overran while the Galactic Council had its back turned? That Earth? What do they know about developing superweapons?”

“How they got the tech to build a superweapon isn’t important.” Elsina said grimly. She gave a nervous look at Kailani. When her friend nodded, Elsina went on: “What’s more important is that the ADVENT government is refusing to share it with the rest of the Galaxy. Kai and I were already briefed on Operation Moana Nui, which means you’ll be hearing about it soon anyway: The Triple Alliance has a top-secret plan to raid Earth and take the Jericho weapon by force if they can’t make an agreement with the Ethereals. Makara and Manako even have a special strike force set up for the mission, and they’re just waiting for the go-word from a spy they’ve got on the surface.”

“Mira.” Kailani added. “The spy’s name is Mira, I heard that. She’s the one who tipped off the Ranginui twins about the Jericho weapon in the first place. And she’ll be the one to give the signal for us to attack Earth, assuming the Ethereals don’t cooperate.”

Dolim rejoined the group, a satchel full of tools strapped to his back.

“If the command to attack ADVENT ever comes down, I’ll be the first Triple Alliance soldier to set foot on Earth.” He said. “Everyone on Kelta has been itching for revenge ever since the Ethereals attacked and enslaved our Protectorate races and client states. The so-called ‘Elders’ need to be held accountable for their crimes before the eyes of international law!”

“The Galactic Court was on Blorg.” Elsina sighed. “You might have to wait for the war to end before any trails happen, Dolim.”

“You say that, but – what was that!?”

Dolim and the others all froze as a series of alarms began to sound all over the ship! Red lights flashed and a siren began to echo all around the ship’s core.

“Attention all hands!” said a voice over the intercom. “At this time, go to Alert Condition Three! Repeat! Alert Condition Three!”

“Why are we going on alert?” Kanti asked. “Is this a drill?”

Kailani began switching radio channels. The foursome listened into the communications of Shipyard Nynrah for just a few moments before they found out why the base had been put on alert:

“Attention Nynrah Control!” growled a Levakian voice. “This is perimeter station Nuhrii. We have multiple unidentified units detected. Signal indicates Vanian bomber strike force.”

Before Kailani, Elsina, Dolim, or Kanti could say anything, another voice spoke over the Tryna’s internal intercom:

“This is Nynrah with an active space defense scramble for Beznar! Dayword word is ‘Calix.’ Command word is ‘Pakari.’ Action word is ‘Mahiki.’ The Shipyard is under attack! All defensive ships: scramble! Scramble! Scramble!”

In a split second, Elsina made a decision.

“Kailani, Gekkota, you’re coming to the bridge with me. Divakar, you-”

“I’ll get the combat computer up and running!” Kanti finished. “You three get going!”

Elsina, Kailani, and Dolim raced to the nearest elevator and quickly arrived on the Tryna’s bridge. The half-finished command center clearly wasn’t fit for combat. Several computer stations were lying half-assembled on the floor and the ship’s Captain, a huge grey and brown Levakian male, was trying frantically to separate his bridge crew from construction workers.

“We’re short-handed!” an officer was telling the Captain. “There’s only a skeleton crew aboard right now!”

“Sir!” Elsina raised her voice. “We’re from the Mahuika! We can help!”

The Captain rounded on Elsina.

“What stations do you know?” He asked.

“Weapons control!” Elsina said.

“Helm!” Kailani replied.

“Sublight and Hyperspace!” Dolim answered.

“Get on those stations, now!” The Captain said. “My name is Madoda, for all the good that’s going to do. Everyone else, general quarters! Comm, tell the Mahuika we’ve got three of their bridge crew and we’ll give ‘em back if we live through this!”

“Sir!” The Tactical Officer said. “Nuhrii station is offline! The Vanians are inside the Nynrah perimeter!”

The bridge shook a little as a dull vibration ran the length of the ship.

“It’s not the Vanians!” said Captain Madoda, “This is the Beast!”

“The Tryna is under attack!” Kailani reported from the ship’s helm. “Infected Vanian warships coming from the lower starboard quadrant, ventral side!”

The whole ship shuddered again as a squadron of (former) Vanian bombers performed a strafing run against the unfinished Planet-Killer. Looking out the viewscreen and on the holographic display of the sensors manager, everybody could see that the infected strike craft were being supported by frigates, carriers, and cruisers. This was no little raid or scouting party. This was a whole strike fleet!

Mahuika!” Captain Madoda yelled. “This is Tryna! We can’t stay here! We’re commencing emergency launch!”

“Wait! Sir!” Dolim shouted from the back of the bridge, “We don’t have enough energy built up! The drives won’t work!”

“If we don’t launch now, we’ll never get the chance again!” Madoda countered. “Drain all power from decks ten, thirty, and forty! Then activate the sublight engines! Do it!”

Kailani gripped the digital wheel far harder than was necessary as the Tryna’s engines came to life for the first time! The ship began to vibrate dangerously. All around the bridge, metal bulkheads groaned and creaked as though the unfinished warship would tear itself apart!

“And… Launch!!”

The Tryna lurched violently as she tore away from her scaffolding! Enemy missiles pummeled into her hull as though trying to push the Planet-Killer back into the Shipyard, but as soon as the main bulk of the Tryna’s hull came free, her point defense guns came to life! Mass driver rounds rippled away from the vessel and picked off the incoming missiles. Bombers were forced to scatter before the incoming wave of fire, and the Mahuika herself swooped low, driving off the enemy frigates and giving the Tryna some room to breathe.

“The Tryna has cleared the scaffold.” Kailani reported. “We are away!”

“Enemy reinforcements incoming!” Dolim called out. “I see movement on the far side of the system!”

“Attention all units, this is Mahuika!” the voice of Makara Ranginui said over the radio. “The Beast is using mobile Hyperspace gates! Long-range sensors show a large enemy force preparing to converge on our position! All ships return for docking and prepare for Emergency Hyperspace!”

“You heard the lady!” Captain Madoda roared. “Everyone on your feet! Get to your radiation shelters!”

On the other side of the bridge, Kailani screamed and pointed towards the viewscreen!

“The Beast is here!”

A huge flotilla of Beast-infected warships had just dropped out of Hyperspace, rematerializing in the empty gap between the Shipyard and the star forge. Mass Driver rounds, Ion beams, missiles, and a wide array of weapons fire erupted outwards from this new formation and began to tear through all of the local defenders.

On the Tryna’s bridge, Madoda threw open the lead-lined trapdoor and started ushering his crewmates into the radiation shelter below. Dolim and Elsina started to cram themselves into the hole when Elsina’s tail stiffened and she yelled:

“Wait! Where’s Kailani!?”

Dolim, Elsina, and Madoda all turned to look at the helm station. Kailani was standing straight, her arms at her sides, and she was looking towards the viewscreen. All of the hair on Elsina’s body stood on end as she recognized the sensation of Psionic energy permeating the air around her. If the viewscreen was to be believed, the Infected Vanian fleet was emitting a pulsing purple aura. Dull violet light seemed to saturate the Tryna’s bridge, and Kailani began to sway back and forth. Swooning, the Partogan teenager spoke in a soft voice:

“We… we are legion. Parts will join… join us… and return to the whole.”

Elsina pounced out of the trapdoor and started crossing the distance towards her friend, but another voice to her right called out!

“Stop! Wait!”

In a flash of white feathers and red light, Kanti soared into view! The Peahen swept her wings in front of Kailani’s face, causing the girl to fall over and hit the floor! Elsina looked straight into Kailani’s face… and saw that her eyes had clouded over. Kailani was under Mind Control! She looked at Elsina with a hungry, demonic expression and spoke in a voice that wasn’t her own:


“Levakian self, leave the Partogan parts and come to us! Join and become us! We will-”

Kanti landed on Kailani’s outstretched arm and sank her talons into the girl’s flesh! At the same time, a beam of reddish-violet light shot of Kanti’s forehead and connected with the back of Kailani’s skull! At once, the Mind Control was broken, and Kailani’s demented look was replaced by one of anguish and pain.

“AAAuuuugghhh! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME!?” Kailani screamed as Elsina and Madoda pulled her towards the trapdoor. “No! Stop! Let me go back! I wanna hear the voices again! Please, I wanna go back!!”

Kanti released Kailani and threw herself down the trapdoor. Running out of time, Elsina and Madoda dropped Kailani through the hole unceremoniously before following behind and slamming the trapdoor behind them!


Emergency Hyperspace Jump in five. Four. Three. Two. One. Hyperspace initiated.

As the Quantum Wavefront enveloped the Tryna, the radiation shelter beneath the bridge was a scene of chaos as Kanti, Madoda, Dolim, and Elsina frantically pinned Kailani to the floor while she wailed and screamed as though she was possessed by some kind of Interstellar Horror.



LVK Tantomile, High orbit above Aoraki, Partogan-Levakian Commonwealth


“Your majesty, Shipyard Nynrah has been fully infected and subverted by the Beast.”

“And the Tryna?

“Safe and intact. Both Tryna and Mahuika just rematerialized deep in our own space.”

“Understood, Admiral. Give me the bad news.”

“The Beast has launched a massive invasion of our own territory. Commonwealth outposts are falling all across the inner rim. We’ve lost Nithascal, Landeen, Vinjim, Hokianga, and Tediss. Infected ground forces have been reported on the surface of Tapanui. We’ve also detected a super-capital ship with an escort fleet moving directly towards Partoga and Levakia. The Capitol is in danger.”

“Casualties?”

“Possibly 5 to 10 million in the first week of combat, followed by up to 70 million over the next two months. Your Majesty, there are at least 90 million people living on Tapanui alone. Losses like that are unsustainable.”

“You assume we’re going to be idle over the next two months, Admiral. I assure you, we will respond to this. We are going to fight. I will not be the Queen who stood to one side and watched our dual civilizations perish. I want you to redeploy our forces in a new defensive line, then move all of our Planet-Killers to the Positive Control Point.”

“Your Majesty?”

“As long as I am Queen, no Partogan or Levakian will be turned against their own people by this… monster. We will defend ourselves with every possible measure, and leave nothing to chance. The Beast will pay a tally in blood for every life it takes, and for every moment it spends in our Commonwealth.”


 
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Is Kendra I still Queen?

The planet killers are going to be used?

The Galaxy thinks Jericho is a super-weapon???

The Beast said “we are legion”. Demons say that in the Bible... so the Beast is a collection of demons?
 
Is Kendra I still Queen?
Queen Kendra the Great (Formerly known as Mami Tamihana) is still ruling over the Partogan-Levakian Commonwealth. During this particular War Story, she is 114 years old and has been sitting on the Emerald Throne for 100 years. During the main storyline of The Stormbreakers, Kendra will be 122 years old and will have been on the throne for 107 years. Just like I mentioned in Faith in Chaos, the average Partogan can live for about 110 years.
The planet killers are going to be used?
Just like in previous cycles, the Triple Alliance will use Planet-Killers to destroy any world that falls to the Beast, such as Vania and Tapanui. This way, the Beast cannot use the subsumed Biomass of the population to make more of itself.​

The Galaxy thinks Jericho is a super-weapon???
Mira never gave Makara and Manako a full explanation of who and what Jericho was before she disappeared. She was trying to prevent a Galactic Cult of Personality from springing up around Jericho, which has happened in previous cycles. (See the Abridged History of Partoga) The Ranginui twins have been operating on guesses and speculation, and currently believe Jericho is some kind of weapon component that can be added to the Tryna Planet-Killer.

The Beast said “we are legion”. Demons say that in the Bible... so the Beast is a collection of demons?

Yup, that's a Biblical reference. In Homeworld: Cataclysm (the game the Beast is from) the Beast Mothership will often say "We are Legion" when the player commands it to spread the Infection. For extra points: in-game, the Beast speaks with multiple discordant voices. To give you an example, I'll post a link to a YouTube video by Axatar that contains samples of the Beast's voice, ripped straight out of Homeworld: Cataclysm's files.

The mostly-female voice belongs to the Beast Mothership.

The voice that frequently switches back and fourth between male and female is the Naggarok, the very first Beast-Infected ship. As far as I'm concerned, the "Naggarok" voice is the cannon voice of the Beast as depicted in The Stormbreakers.


 
War Stories #3: Echoes of Another Story
So, ever since the first Chapter of Faith in Chaos, I had a house rule: If I got nominated for a weekly award, I would show my appreciation to the readers by posting a new chapter on the same day, regardless of what my schedule actually called for.

Today, @crisrko nominated me for Best Character Writer of the Week and caught me completely off-guard. I'm absolutely grateful and pleasantly surprised, but I have to admit: they got me! I wasn't ready! :p

I'm not ready to launch Act Two of the Stormbreakers today, so you'll be getting a very special War Story instead. A portion of this War Story is actually a deleted scene from my very first Stellaris Story, After Everything. The scene in question is called "Mira's Nightmare" and would have happened in between the events of Chapter 2.6: Message in a Bottle and Chapter 3.1: The Shroud.

Many thanks to @crisrko for the nod! And many thanks to all of you who have been reading my stories! Enjoy this special War Story!

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The Second Hyperspace War: Stories from the Front
#3: Echoes from Another Story

Ongon, Mongolia
Tuesday, November 26, 2030 – 7:30 pm



Huffing and puffing, Mira and Jericho dropped their backpacks as they finally came within sight of their destination. The village of Ongon looked like a mirage on the horizon, but a quick look through the binoculars confirmed that it was really there. Neither one of them wanted to think about how long they’d been walking since Jericho’s truck had broken down. Both travelers had sore feet, sunburned faces, and stiff legs.

“Tomorrow,” Mira panted. “We’ll go into town and see if we can get a patch kit and an air pump from someone. Right now I just wanna get some sleep.”

“I got the tent, Mom.” Jericho said. “Don’t worry.”

Unzipping her backpack and fishing around, Jericho quickly found the dome tent and had just finished erecting it when the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the Mongolian steppe into darkness. As soon as the tent was up, Mira threw herself inside and unrolled a sleeping bag. After crawling inside the tent, Mira had a furious coughing fit, her whole body shook dangerously, and when she finished, Mira held her head and moaned in pain.

“Feels like I’m getting worse.” She groaned. “I’m gonna turn in early. You comin’ to bed?”

“Nah,” Jericho shook her head. “I’m still kinda antsy. I’m gonna take a quick walk and look at the stars.”

“Sounds fun.” Mira murmured. Tucked into her sleeping bag, she was already drifting off. “I think you might be able to see Nithascal tonight if the sky’s clear enough… that’s Partoga’s southern border... you know…”

Jericho left Mira to sleep and wandered up to the top of the nearest hill. Once she found a decent spot, Jericho sat down in the grass with her back to the town of Ongon. Surrounded by darkness, Jericho found herself in a dimly lit abyss… and began to relax.

Jericho loved stargazing alone. Out here in the steppe, hundreds of miles away from the nearest major city, the silence was nearly absolute save the occasional gust of wind. Above her head, the whole of the universe was laid out in the skies overhead. An uncountable number of stars speckled the sky, and the whole of creation seemed to swallow Jericho up.

The Galaxy was so vast, so massive… and Jericho felt so small and insignificant. It was a relief. Looking up at the cosmos and realizing how small she was in relation, Jericho could forget about her life here on Earth. Gone was the Elders and their Chosen. Gone was all thought of the future battles Jericho would have to fight. Gone was all thought of those future moments Mira had warned her about. Out here, time itself was irrelevant.

Jericho lost herself in that moment of peace and tranquility, enjoying it as long as possible. But like all things, it ended. Slowly, the sensation of curiosity began to make its way back to the front of Jericho’s mind. She didn’t feel sleepy, but she did get up and start walking back towards the tent.

Jericho had stolen Mira’s tablet computer so many times now that she had it down to a science. Using telekinesis, Jericho pulled the small device out of Mira’s handbag and made it float silently through the tent’s open doorway. A second later, the external hard drive followed behind it. Treading lightly, Jericho slipped away into the darkness, determined to put as much distance between herself and the tent as possible.

Truthfully, Mira had been honest and upfront about her nature as a time traveler to Jericho. Every day, she would explain more and more about where she’d been and what she had done. Whenever Jericho asked a question, Mira would answer directly and, for the most part, avoid treating Jericho like a child.

The problem was that Jericho is… well… actually a child. The fifteen-year-old girl simply wasn’t satisfied with Mira’s daily lessons about time travel, the past, the future, and these so-called “cycles of time.” Mira was dealing out piecemeal doses of information, and it just wasn’t enough anymore. Jericho wanted to know everything… right now!

Just as she’d done for the past month, Jericho took Mira’s tablet computer far away, to the other side of a hill, and powered it on. Then she connected it to the external hard drive, allowing Jericho to open a file called “Midak Mission Logs.”

Contained in this file was every log entry Mira had made during her expedition aboard the Partogan science ship Midak. For the past month, Jericho had been going through all of these logs in chronological order. Yesterday, she’d finally gotten to the part where the Midak had discovered the Voyager-1 spacecraft in orbit of Gliese, a small orange star found in the Constellation Libra.

Jericho scrolled down the list of log entries until she found the point where she’d left off the previous night. She tapped the screen, turned the volume up, and set the auto-translator to convert Partogan to English. Sitting on the darkened hillside, Jericho laid the tablet in her lap and closed her eyes, listening to the voice of a much younger Mira Mihaka:



[Personal log: Mission Specialist Mira Mihaka, HMS Midak, Inner Gliese Star System, 14 Pipiri, 686]

I just had a nightmare! I’ve got to write it down and make some sense of it before I forget all of the details. So here’s what happened:

I dreamt I was walking up the Unnamed Mountain, using the same path I walked during my Rite of Passage when I was ten years old. But it wasn’t like other dreams I’ve had about the Mountain. I could see, hear, and feel everything so... clearly. I could make out individual leaves on the trees, feel the stones under my feet, and taste the cold air. It was like I was really there!

I looked over my shoulder and saw a thunderstorm behind me, so I started looking for a place to hunker down for the rest of the night. I found a big metal door carved into the Mountain, and I knocked as hard as I could. Finally, a monk wearing faded brown robes answered the door. He invited me inside and spoke to me.

I remember the monk’s voice sounded… really… really strange. I’m sure there was only ever one monk, but when he talked, I could hear hundreds of voices all talking at once, all saying the same thing. It was like a discordant chorus, or something like that. Anyway, the monk with a thousand voices asked me why I was there, and asked if he could help me.

I didn’t think about the question, I just told him about my mission to find out what happened to Jericho after the Second Hyperspace War. The monk with a thousand voices furrowed his brow, thinking hard, and then told me that “we” had her data. He told me to follow him deeper into the tunnel. While we walked through the tunnel, I asked who “we” was. The many-voiced monk said that this place was a storage facility for the names of every person who had ever died. I didn’t believe him at first. That changed when we came out of the tunnel and into the chamber.

You can’t even begin to comprehend how massive this place was. The walls and ceiling were so far away, I could barely see them. Along the floor were millions upon millions of tall filing cabinets, each one spaced only the width of a person apart. This chamber had to be bigger than the Mountain itself. I couldn’t begin to imagine how long it would take the two of us to find Jericho’s data. The monk with a thousand voices told me to follow him, and we began moving through the forest of tall metal boxes. I don’t remember how or why we moved so fast, but suddenly, we were there: In front of an otherwise unremarkable cabinet with a paper label that said:


Casualties of the Second Hyperspace War
From: September 11, 9602 Galactic Standard Year
To: September 11, 9623 Galactic Standard Year

The many-voiced monk knelt down to the middle door in the cabinet and opened it. There were tens of thousands more paper-filled folders inside the cabinet than were physically possible, but I didn’t pay any attention to that. He rifled through the documents until he found a small yellow folder and opened it up, flipping through thousands more papers inside. I looked around the side and saw the label: “Humans killed during the Second Hyperspace War (9602-9623)” The monk with a thousand voices finally found what he was looking for. He pulled out a single sheet of paper and passed it to me, asking if this was the “Jericho” I was looking for. The paper said:

Kate Asuna Ray

  • Born: September 11, 9602 GSY
    • Place of Birth: Kauai Island, Pacific Ocean, Earth, Sol System
  • Died: September 11, 9623 GSY
    • Place of Death: Hyperspace
  • Cause of Death:
    • Impossible to Determine
  • Last Words:
    • “Stand down!”
  • Surviving Family:
    • Family name extinct
    • Bloodline extinct

Then the monk asked if there was anyone else I wanted to look up. I had so many questions that the names just tumbled out of my mouth. I asked for all fourteen of Jericho’s fellow Stormbreakers as quickly as I could and the monk with a thousand voices obliged.

Once he left to go find the documents I asked for, I wandered around the hall, looking at the other cabinets. Some of them were full of names of people who died in natural disasters. Others were lists of disease victims. I just kept moving absent-mindedly until I found one cabinet that made me pause. All four of its doors were open, and it appeared to have thousands of folders stuffed haphazardly into it, as though whoever was filling it didn’t have time to organize everything. The hastily written label on the top of the cabinet said:


Casualties of the War in Heaven
September 11, 9623 GSY

My heart skipped a beat and I felt my blood turned cold.

I started flipping through the cabinet. I don’t know why. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for. That monk had said that this place had information about everyone who had ever died. I was so curious… I needed to know, yet… I didn’t know what I needed to know. At least, I didn’t know until I found what I was looking for.

After searching for about a minute, I found it. A small folder with my name on it. Inside was a single sheet of paper and a picture of me… and the document said:


Mira Mihaka

I woke up right away.

My heart is going a Kio a minute, and I don’t know what to think right now. I mean, it WAS just a dream, right? None of that was real. None of it. In a few minutes, I’ll probably forget the whole thing, just like I’d forget any other dream.

Oh, please. I beg the Mountain, let none of this be real.


[Personal log closed]
[Personal log addendum: Inner Gliese Star System, 15 Pipiri, 686]

Wow. I just listened to that log entry I made yesterday. Gotta say, I got chills.

Thing is, no matter how hard I try, I can’t remember anything about that dream now. It’s just gone from my head. According to the guys in the Biology Lab, that’s normal. Most people start to forget dreams about five minutes after waking up because our brains don’t convert them to long-term memories. Good thing I wrote down that nightmare while I could remember it ‘cause that was something I really don’t want to remember.


[Personal log closed]



Jericho hit the pause button and stared at the screen. Her hands were sweaty and shaking. When the touchscreen began to fog up, she realized how close it was to her own face. Dropping it to the ground, Jericho curled up into the fetal position and started to rock back and forth.

She remembered Mira’s lessons. The countless talks and lectures about the future and what role Jericho was going to play in it all, and yet somehow, one crucial detail had escaped the conversations: Jericho was going to die during the War in Heaven.

Counting on her fingers, the teenager subtracted the year of her birth from the year of the War in Heaven. When she finished counting, Jericho shuddered and began to cry.


She had five-and-a-half years to live.



Stomping her feet loudly, Jericho approached the tent where she’d left Mira! She was going to wake up her adoptive mother and demand an explanation, right here and right now! Right when Jericho was reaching for the zipper, the sound of violent coughing came from inside the tent.

“Mira!” Jericho raised her voice.

“Help me!” Mira cried out from inside the tent, and then she retched!

Jericho froze as she heard a splattering noise from inside the tent! She tore the zipper and opened the flap. With one hand, Jericho conjured a ball of light, illuminating the whole tent and the surrounding area as though it were daytime… and a horrible scene met her eyes.

Mira was on her hands and knees, coughing and hacking continuously. Blood dripped from her mouth, pooling on the floor.

“Please… help me!” Mira gasped.



In the absolute silence of the Mongolian night, the sound of Jericho pounding on doors was like gunshots. In mere moments, half of the village was awake. Men with flashlights and guns emerged from their homes, commanding their wives and children to stay inside. It took only a minute for Jericho and Mira to be surrounded.

Despite having a semi-conscious Mira leaning on her shoulder, Jericho very much had the advantage in this encounter. She could have used her Gift to coerce these men into helping her, but after probing around in a few minds, Jericho realized that Mind Control wasn’t going to be necessary here: one of the men who confronted her now used to be an emergency room doctor before the alien invasion.

“My mother is very sick!” Jericho pleaded to the group of men. “I’m taking her to the Gene Therapy clinic in Beijing. Will someone please give us a ride? I’ll pay anything you want! Please!”

Mira retched and vomited blood again. Jericho locked eyes with the ex-doctor.

“Beijing is a five-day journey.” The ex-doctor, a man with a big black beard, lowered his weapon and spoke. “Your mother won’t make it that long if she keeps coughing blood.”

“Isn’t there anything you can do?” Jericho asked. “Please, this might be her last chance!”

The ex-doctor shouldered his weapon and gestured for his friends to do the same.

“A blood transfusion will buy her time. Enough time to reach a clinic.” The ex-doctor said. “Do you know her blood type?”

“Uh… no.” Jericho moaned. “Please, can’t you do something?”

The ex-doctor looked around at his comrades.

“Everyone with Type ‘O’ blood step forward!” He ordered. “You two, wake up Chotan and tell her to unpack the transfusion equipment. And you! Go fuel up the truck and park it outside the medicine tent.”

The villagers broke up into groups and started moving about their tasks. The doctor stepped forward and gestured for Jericho and Mira to follow him.

The medicine tent, as it turned out, was a very large semi-permanent structure on the other side of the village. Here, four men and women hustling and bustling about, trying to take care of about fifty people who were sick or injured. There wasn’t enough beds for everyone, and about twenty people were sleeping on the ground, wrapped up in thick blankets. The woman called Chotan waved to get the doctor’s attention as he approached.

“Everything’s set up, Megujin. Where’s the patient?”

“She’s here!” the man replied.

With his help, Jericho laid Mira on her back on the last free bed.

“We’ll get started on the blood transfusion.” Megujin told Jericho. “Once your mother is stable, I will take you to Beijing. But first, you must do something for us in return.”

“Name it.” Jericho said. “We’ve got about two dozen Elerium crystals back at our campsite, and more at our safehouse.”

“I don’t want crystals.” Megujin said. “I know who you are.”

Jericho froze. She wasn’t expecting that.

“Two weeks ago,” Megujin said. “ADVENT Peacekeepers marched through our village. They killed many of our people and hurt even more of them.”

Megujin grabbed Jericho’s shoulder and forced her to turn around. She looked at the fifty other patients in the medical tent.

“Heal them.” he commanded. “Like you healed the people of Baruun-Urt.”

“Oh,” Jericho murmured. “You heard about that, huh?”

One by one, Jericho visited each bed in the medical tent. While Megujjn watched, Jericho pressed her hands to each person and funneled a small amount of her own Psionic energy into their body. Bones mended, wounds closed, and fevers broke. Men, women, and children sat up in their beds and stared in awe as Jericho healed one person after another without pausing for a break.

Across the medical tent, blood was drawn from the three men who had volunteered to be donors, and was then transfused into Mira. While this happened, the woman called Chotan plugged a portable ultrasound machine into the generator and used it to try and figured out what was wrong with Mira.

“My best guess would be some kind of stomach cancer.” Chotan said. “I can see tumors in your belly. You have nothing to worry about, stranger. The doctors at any Gene Therapy clinic can cure most cancers in about thirty seconds. You just need to live long enough to get to one of those clinics.”

“That’s what I thought, too.” Mira groaned. “My daughter, Jericho… she can cure infections and heal injuries; but when she tried to heal me, it didn’t work. I don’t think Psi Healing works on cancer.”

The medical tent was abuzz with activity now. Nearly all of the other patients had been healed. Gunshot wounds were closed, burns had been cleansed, and a flu pandemic stopped in its tracks. The village of Ongon was quickly turning into a shining example of perfect Human health thanks to Jericho. When she and Megujin returned to Mira, the teenager was panting and sweating as though she’d just run a mile. Jericho grabbed a bottle of water and drank it empty in just a few seconds.

“Anyone else?” she asked.

Megujin was smiling so much he could have been mistaken for Santa Claus.

“You’ve done enough tonight, Jericho. Our people will no doubt be singing your name for generations to come.”

“Please don’t.” Jericho groaned. “A ride to Beijing is enough.”



A rickety old pickup truck was waiting for Jericho and Mira outside the medical tent. A young man, his wife, and a small child were loading a mattress into the bed of the truck, so that Mira could lie down during the journey to China. While the man and woman helped Mira clamber into the back of the truck, the young boy tugged on Jericho’s jeans to get her attention.

“Are you Jericho?” the boy asked.

“Yeah, that’s me.”

The boy stared up at Jericho in awe. His mouth fell open while he considered what to say next.

“Are you gonna kill the Gods?” he asked.

The question caught Jericho off-guard. She scratched her head and looked down at the boy.

“Wh-wait, why would you ask that?” Jericho asked.

“My papa says that you’re going to fight the Gods and make us all free.” The boy explained. “He said that if the Gods don’t set us free, then you’re gonna kill’em.”

Jericho sighed and ruffled the kid’s hair with one hand.

“I don’t know if I can kill the Gods.” Jericho admitted, “But I promise I will fight them.”

Jericho clambered into the back of the pickup truck with Mira and slammed the roof of the cab with one hand. The driver fired up the engine, and in a matter of minutes, the village had been left far behind. The truck stopped only briefly to allow Jericho to tear down and pack up her campsite before moving onward towards China.


 
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Wait, so Mira has had a dream about her death and what is to come?

The first time the Whisperers in the Void met Mira was in a dream?

When will Jericho realize that what happened in previous Cycles May be accurate history, but it doesn’t have to be accurate prophecy?

If the Shroud-Beings can communicate via dreams, will they do so in the future of this story?
 
Wait, so Mira has had a dream about her death and what is to come?
Yes, and the absolute worst part of it all is that she doesn't remember. Just like in real life, she completely forgot the dream a few days afterward. Unless Mira reads/listens to that log again, she won't remember any of it. To make matters worse, Jericho held onto Mira's logs ever since she disappeared, further decreasing the chances that Mira will remember any of this.


The first time the Whisperers in the Void met Mira was in a dream?
I was wondering if you'd catch that detail. This chapter officially retcons Chapter 2.6 of After Everything, so the answer is now yes.


When will Jericho realize that what happened in previous Cycles May be accurate history, but it doesn’t have to be accurate prophecy?
With any luck, she'll discover this before the end of Act Two. All it takes is for one prophecy to fail, and then the doubts can begin. If any reader wants a hint as to how Act Two will play out, then don't forget to check out Act Two's title card when I post it. The table of contents below it will have the names of all upcoming chapters.


If the Shroud-Beings can communicate via dreams, will they do so in the future of this story?
I get the feeling none of our protagonists would want that:
Kailani Kalili said:
Let me go back! I wanna hear the voices again! Please, I wanna go back!!
 
Chapter 11: Earthrise

Chapter 11
Earthrise


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A group of free Humans in the ruins of a city on the western coast of North America, photographed in 2035. As the ADVENT Coalition's grip on power began to fracture, more and more people feld the Mega-Cities and took to living in either the wilderness, small shantytowns, or in the ruins of pre-invasion cities.

Baker City, Elkhorn Mountains, Oregon
June 24, 2035 – 9:45pm


On the borderlands between the Blue Mountains and the Oregon High Desert, just as the sun was starting to set over the west coast of America, people began to assemble.

Men, women, and children came from far and wide. They came from Idaho, crossing over the Snake River. They followed the old highway that led to the State of Washington up north. From the south, a mountain pass that connected Nevada to Oregon was jammed up with both Old World cars that belched noxious fumes and with their silent electric counterparts. Some brave adventurers who had come from very far away arrived in a rickety old airplane that bore the colors and symbols of the California Republic. It touched down in a grassy field as lightly as a cautious old bird. The most distant visitors were from Canada, and had arrived together on a bus.

All of these travelers moved together towards their common destination, a small town hidden away in a valley, flanked on each side by majestic mountains. These hundreds of travelers convened on one spot, a grassy field on the southern end of a small town called Baker City.

Twenty years ago, this field had once been a large church. The structure may be gone, but it still held spiritual significance. As the travelers arrived, so did ritual and prayer. A group of men erected a great wooden cross on the ground where they thought the church alter had once been. Others began to burn incense and sing a hymn. A pair of old women began to march in a large circle around the perimeter, sprinkling holy water from a crystal bottle as they went. Children stared in awe as faith healers unpacked a trove of colorful crystals and laid them out in intricate patterns on the ground.

In the final hours of daylight, artisans displayed and sold their wares. Blankets, pottery, jewelry, and countless other trinkets and knickknacks were sold. They were all homemade, and they all bore one of two images: The first was of a cross with three stars, the insignia of the Resistance. Other items bore the image of an angelic figure who held the Earth in her arms as though it were a newborn baby. While the angelic person depicted varied in appearance across each rendition, a constant feature was her dark skin and bright purple eyes

As the sun began to set behind the western mountains, men began to build a large bonfire in the center of the impromptu gathering, while women and children began to distribute food. Soon, a tower of flame reached up to the darkening sky, and nearly a thousand people gathered around it. The young were told to be quiet and listen, and the elderly took the places closest to the fire.

Finally, two people removed themselves from the crowd. Keeping their backs to the fire, two young men faced the onlookers. Nearly everyone in the crowd knew who these people were, and had come specifically to hear them speak. The two men were dressed in old world business clothes; formal-looking suits with ties and shiny black shoes. Many of these people, dressed in rags, had never seen such immaculate clothing before.

When the older of the two men began to speak, it was as though a spell had been cast over the crowd. An awed silence pressed down on the mass of people as the man spoke about the divine power of the Earth, and how, after being stolen by usurpers from the stars, that power had finally returned to the right hands. People hung on his every word as he told of how a young girl with dark skin and bright eyes had used her holy powers to lay low the monsters who had dared to conquer our world.

The older man spoke with such passion and intensity that he had to be believed! The rise of Jericho could only be a sign that the Earth herself was rising up against her oppressors! That the so-called Elder’s days on this world were truly numbered, and that Jericho would be the one to deliver Earth back into the hands of Humanity. Finally, the man told the watching crowd that he had proof of Jericho’s power.

He revealed that this powerful young girl did not act alone. She had disciples and followers scattered all over the world, who shared her powers and carried out her work against the Elders. The man placed one hand over his heart and began to dramatically sob, telling the mesmerized audience about how honored and humbled he was to tell them that Jericho’s closest and most devoted companion was his own younger brother.

Duane Gardner didn’t miss a beat. On his brother’s cue, the teenager bounded forward into the light! He had a very pleasant face to look at, with friendly eyes and neat dark hair. Many girls and women in the crowd swooned as Duane held his arms out wide, he puffed out his chest and declared to everyone:

“I had the incredible honor of knowing Jericho personally during our shared youth on the island of Kauai. I just can’t begin to tell you all how humbling it was for me to be her one and only childhood friend. Even back then, Jericho and I knew the great work we would one day set out to achieve! We both knew that once we were older, we would take our Gifts and rise up against the enemies of all Humankind!”

Duane got a wistful look on his face, as though he was looking back on one of those childhood memories. He went on:

“The false gods who call themselves our ‘Elders’ came down from the sky and promised to uplift us with their science! Yet a generation has gone by and the Elders have only uplifted themselves! With each year the churches and temples of the Elders get bigger and grander while your friends and family are swallowed up by the Gene Therapy Clinics and never seen again!”

Boos and hisses came from the watching crowd. A general cry of “down with the Elders!” circled around the bonfire. Duane held up his hand and everyone fell silent at once. High above him, stars began to fill the night sky. In the center of the star field, Jupiter shimmered and flickered intensely as distant light reflected off the huge Starfleet in orbit of our biggest planet. Duane pointed to the heavens above him!

“Jericho has seen with her own eyes, the eyes of a child, what the ancient Elders could not! She has seen the lights that get closer every day! She has read the signs in the sky and seen that our world will soon be returned to us!”

The crowd cheered and clapped. Duane pressed on,

“I was chosen! Hand-picked by Jericho to spread her message of hope to the world! All I’ve brought with me is a small sample of Jericho’s power, drawn from the heart of the world itself! I feel the will of the Earth and the power of Jericho here tonight! DO YOU FEEL THE POWER!?”

A loud roar rose up from the valley floor as nearly three thousand people felt the power! A kind of energy pulsed through the crowd! People were on their feet, cheering and clapping madly as Duane pointed into the crowd and yelled:

“You sir! Do you feel her power! The power of Jericho! The will of the Earth! Do you feel the Earth rise within you!?”

A group of men helped their friend get to his feet. The person Duane had singled out was a middle-aged man who couldn’t walk without the aid of crutches. A blue and white patch on his shoulder bore the all-too-familiar symbol of an organization that had been fighting alien invaders longer than Duane Gardner had been alive. With the help of his friends, the disabled man hobbled forward towards Duane while the crowd fell silent with tense apprehension.

Duane lowered his voice and spoke to the disabled man in a kind tone, in a way that made one think of a Good Samaritan offering to hold the door.

“My good man, I beg you, please tell me who you are and what’s happened to you.”

The man looked at Duane with an unsteady gaze.

“Name’s Adian. Adian Dawkins. I used to be XCOM.” The man spoke loudly enough for most of the audience to hear him. “I was there when we lost our base. Got my friends away from the grey bastards, but it cost me my legs.”

Duane closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and placed on hand atop Adian Dawkins’ head.

“You sacrificed much and risked all; not just for your comrades in arms, but for all men and women, for the Earth herself.”

Duane raised his voice so that the whole crowd could hear him. He grabbed Adian by the shoulders and declared:

“My friend, Jericho has seen sacrifice overcome the weight of karma! She taught me how the natural power of the Earth will reward the selfless! I have faith in Jericho! I have faith that you will be healed by the will of the Earth! You! Will! Be! Healed! Jericho commands you to walk again!”

Duane seized Adian’s left crutch and pulled it away! A thousand watchers gasped and then screamed as the right crutch was also removed! For a fraction of a second, Adian swayed dangerously on his crippled legs, and then…

He put the right foot in front of the left, and took a step towards Duane.

Duane grabbed both of Adian’s hands with his own and held the man steady while the crowd erupted with celebration! The collective euphoria overwhelmed the massive gathering at last! As the religious experience cooled off and came to an end, people began to sing, children ran out to play around the bonfire, and even more food was passed around, turning the gathering into a potluck feast.

Amidst raucous festivities, it was nearly impossible to notice a dark-skinned girl with bright purple eyes hiding out near the back of the group. Far away from the bonfire, she was shrouded in darkness. Even her long black hair aided in her efforts to stay hidden, shielding half of the stranger’s face from view.

For a few minutes, Jericho watched Duane Gardener as he milled about the crowd, using his Gift to heal minor injuries or make the sick and infirm feel a little better. Keeping her eyes focused on Duane, Jericho ignored the sounds of crunching grass until they stopped. Then two people sat down next to Jericho. After a moment, the voice of a middle-aged man spoke.

“For the hero of the Human race, you have a very troubled mind.”

Jericho’s eyes flitted to her right. Sitting on the log next to her was a bald, clean-shaven Caucasian man with a big nose and dark purple eyes. Even though it was dark and cold out tonight, Jericho could tell that this man was radiating just a little more heat and light than he was getting from the nearby bonfire. He possessed a powerful Gift.

“I’m so grateful that Commander Harper could arrange this meeting.” The man spoke to Jericho, but kept his eyes on Duane Gardner. “It is past time that we spoke. I greet you as an ally facing a shared enemy. My followers seek balance with the Psionic forces that flow through the Earth and all its inhabitants. We channel this energy, aided by technology of our own design, to pursue justice for those who have fallen victim to the Elders and their servants."

Keeping her eyes focused on the ground, Jericho said:

“So, you’re Geist, then. Leader of the Templars.”

“You already know who I am. I’m not surprised.” Said Geist. “Stories about me tend to spread far and wide. What else do you know about me?”

“You were XCOM’s first Psionic Operative.” Jericho explained quietly. “You were there when Blake and Chihiro killed that Ethereal aboard the Overseer UFO.”

“I was a part of XCOM before you were even born, Jericho.” Geist said. “But when their Headquarters fell to the Elders and their minions, I was left behind in the rubble. Buried underneath seven stories of dirt and concrete, I was trapped in the Gollop Chamber for weeks. Surrounded by blackness and silence, I discovered the true nature of the Gift in my solitude. I saw into the depths of the mind, and saw the truth of the world and unlocked my power!”

Geist paused and watched as Duane healed another person to much adulation from the crowd.

“Eventually, found a way to escape. The Ethereal Device from the Overseer UFO, it was in the Gollop Chamber with me. With it, I was able to reach out. I touched the minds of the Ethereals, I heard their voices, and I got a glimpse of what they are planning to do to our word. Our so-called Elders would steal the powers of the Earth from us, and then leave the planet to rot. I knew I couldn’t stand by and permit the very life force, the natural powers of the Earth to be perverted by the Ethereals, so I rose from the ruins of XCOM, and I gathered as many Gifted individuals as I could to mount a resistance.”

Jericho frowned.

“I’ve heard people talking about ‘natural power of the Earth’ before, but I thought it was a bunch of make-believe mumbo-jumbo.” She said.

Geist scoffed.

“Your knowledge of Psionics is cursory, girl.” Geist said. “The way you talk, your lackluster mental discipline, and your half-hearted resistance to my attempts to probe your mind tell me that you know about your full potential, but you don’t have the training to harness it.”

“Is that why Commander Harper sent me out here?” Jericho asked. “She wants you to train me?”

“In a manner of speaking.” Geist replied. “You see, for several months, your Commander has been trying to forge an alliance between XCOM and several other Resistance factions, including my Templars. I only agreed to join this so-called alliance under a number of conditions, one of which was that I got to meet you in person first.”

Jericho balled up her hands into fists. Geist gave her a scolding look.

“You knew you were being used, but you permitted it.” He mused. “Why?”

“That’s the way it’s supposed to be.” Jericho said through gritted teeth. “I already knew about-”

“Stop.”

Geist held up a hand and gave Jericho an admonishing look.

“I can see the fatalism in your mind.” Geist said. “You’ve convinced yourself that whatever happens next is unavoidable destiny. You’ve given up all thought of making your own path in this world, instead choosing to let others decide the path for you. I purged myself of such beliefs a long time ago, Jericho. Accepting your fate without any resistance may allow you to defeat the Ethereals and overthrow the usurpers of this world, but such beliefs will only bring disaster when you confront what lies ahead.

Geist stood up and made a quick hand signal to the other man he’d been travelling with, who approached. This man, presumably a Templar, handed a grey briefcase to Geist, who quickly opened it to inspect the contents. Geist snapped the briefcase shut and offered it to Jericho, saying:

“Go back to the Avenger and tell this to your commander: My Templars are ready to ally themselves with XCOM and the other Resistance factions. I’m also giving you some of our Psionic technology as a gesture of my goodwill.”

Clutching the briefcase in one hand, Jericho pulled up the hood of her sweatshirt. Right when the Templar leader was about to vanish into the crowd, Jericho asked:

“Wait! Why did you want to meet me here? At this place?”

Geist gave Jericho a look of mild confusion.

“I thought that was obvious.” He said. “I’m planning to recruit Mister Gardener tonight. I know that your relationship with him had a very… tempestuous… ending. I wanted to make sure you could coexist with him on the same continent without blowing something up. Needless to say, I’m satisfied by what I’ve seen.”

Geist and his follower stood up, said goodbye to Jericho, and then moved into the crowd. Jericho watched them leave before getting to her feet and slipping away into the darkness. She didn’t go far, moving to the far end of the field and sitting down next to the trunk of a very large tree. Keeping an eye on the bonfire and the gathering of people around it, Jericho checked her watch. The meeting with Geist had ended much earlier than she’d anticipated. Jericho would have to wait about twenty minutes before her chaperone came to this prearranged meeting spot.

While she waited, Jericho decided to satisfy her own curiosity and opened the briefcase Geist had given to her. Inside were two pairs of technologically sophisticated gauntlets. The armor sparkled in the moonlight, and when she looked closer, Jericho could see little green specks of crystalline Elerium dust embedded in the metal. She recognized the devices after a moment, these were Celestial Gauntlets, the chosen weapons of the Templar Order.

Jericho had never used a Psionic Amplifier before. She’d never needed one. As far as Jericho could remember, she’d been projecting Psionic power from her hands since she was five years old. Even the most skilled and powerful Psionics in the world like Geist and Ignatius Petoskey had needed to use Amplifiers until they got used to their powers. According to her first mother, Isis Dekker, this was what made Jericho so special.

“Every other Gifted person on Earth has to use an Amplifier when they’re just starting out.” Isis had said. “But not you. You’re unique.”

It was only after Jericho had moved in with Mira Mihaka, her second mother, when she learned what Isis had meant by “Unique.”

“Every Gifted person has a Unique Power.” Mira had explained. “Something only that person can do and nobody else. Your Unique Power is what sets you aside from all other Gifted people. It’s why you’ll never need to use Amplifiers, Gauntlets, Psi Armor, or any other Psionic technology.”

In the end, Mira had been right. Sure, every Gifted person had one special power all to themselves, but all of those people were subject to an unbreakable law of the Universe:


All power is finite.

Jericho had only seen it a handful of times, but it seemed to be a constant of the world around her. When a person ran out of Psionic energy, their powers were gone… forever. After joining XCOM, Jericho had seen it again. Exhaustion was creeping up on Ignatius Petoskey. Jericho could see the hidden stress in his mind when he explained to her why he didn’t go out on regular non-combat patrols with the rest of the squad. Blake Robinson seemed to know that Petoskey’s powers were running out. He was keeping the old Chaplain in reserve, waiting for the moment when the last of Petoskey’s powers could be used most effectively. Petoskey himself always kept an Amplifier on hand, making sure that his last use of the Gift wouldn’t end in failure.

Jericho, on the other hand, would never need to worry about that. Sitting here beneath this tree, surrounded by tall grass, close of a crowd of energetic people… Jericho relaxed and allowed her own Unique Power to do its work:

All living things produce and consume energy. Whenever she was nearby, Jericho would siphon small amounts of this energy out of living things and into herself, replenishing her own Psionic powers. As long as she was physically close to another living thing, Jericho could never exhaust her own powers. She’d gotten close to doing just that at the Second Battle of Pyongyang a couple of months ago, but it wouldn’t have mattered, as there were more than enough people aboard the Avenger for Jericho to restore her powers quickly. Just like tonight, in this small town in Oregon, Jericho was quietly drawing energy out of the hundreds of people celebrating and eating around that massive bonfire. Taking deep, meditative breaths, Jericho magnified and enhanced her own powers for several minutes before being disturbed.

The crunching of leaves behind her made Jericho close the briefcase with a snap and sit upright. Sneaking another glance at her watch, Jericho realized that she still had another eight or nine minutes until her XCOM chaperone was supposed to show up. The sound of footfalls behind her got closer. For a moment, Jericho seriously considered making a run for it, but changed her mind. The Arc Brace was still strapped to her ankle, and Jericho knew that if she wasn’t where she was supposed to be when XCOM came looking for her, she’d be electrocuted, and that wouldn’t help anyone. Instead, Jericho decided to hold still and wait to see if the stranger simply passed her by.

There were three more footfalls, a moment of silence, and then… a harsh, scratchy voice:

“Those who would seek to wield the power of Psionics often find themselves overwhelmed by its allure. You are wise to be cautious.”

Overwhelming terror washed over Jericho’s body like a frigid wave. She didn’t dare move. Even though she couldn’t see it, Jericho was fully aware of a blade less than an inch away from the right side of her neck. Instead, Jericho clenched her fists and started building up Psionic energy. Rapidly thinking of techniques she could use to get out of this situation, Jericho said:

“You’re not the type to give advice to their enemies.”

Behind her, the Chosen Assassin scoffed.

“A true warrior respects their enemies. Respect their strengths and abilities, otherwise, they’ll crush you. The only reason you are my enemy is because the Elders command it. The same can be said of many of your comrades. Aside from that, I do in fact respect you.”

“You respect me!?” Jericho couldn’t hide the surprise in her voice.

“You proved yourself a worthy opponent.” The Assassin replied. “Even without the aid of your comrades, you were a match for my skills. I eagerly await our next bout.”

“Why not now?” Jericho asked tersely. “I’ve got a few minutes.”

“I am no fool, girl!” The Chosen Assassin snapped. “I know you have a friend hidden close by, as well as two Psionic cultists who seek a chance to flaunt their stolen powers. I will seek a more opportune time to capture you.”

As she spoke, the Chosen Assassin withdrew the blade from beside Jericho’s neck. For half a moment, Jericho hesitated, her brain working in overdrive.

She knew that it was supremely out-of-character for any one of the Chosen to pass up an opportunity to capture or kill an enemy. In fact, now that she thought about it, the Warlock and the Hunter had both attacked Jericho on sight. Hell, the Hunter had straight-up ambushed her in Aralkum! But the Chosen Assassin seemed to be different…

She decided to take the risk.

Jericho dropped the briefcase and stood up, using a little bit of Psi energy to make her movements faster. In less than a second, she was standing upright and turned around. Raising her hands to a fighting position, Jericho saw-

Jane Kelly… holding a knife.

The XCOM soldier assigned to be Jericho’s chaperone on this little outing had taken two steps back from Jericho and had raised her arms to defend herself. The silver combat knife gleamed in the light of the nearby bonfire. The Irishwoman’s eyes, normally brown, were now bright purple. A pale, barely perceptible aura of dim violet light seemed to have enveloped Jane’s entire body.

“Oh God!” Jericho gasped.

Before Jane could do or say anything, Jericho struck! A translucent sphere materialized around Jane, trapping her inside. Jane fell to her knees inside the Sustaining Sphere and looked up at Jericho. When she spoke, the voice of the Chosen Assassin could be heard instead of her own.

“It is admirable that you refuse to strike down your own comrades when they so clearly pose a danger to you.” The Chosen Assassin said through Jane. “However, such compassion will undermine you when the time comes to confront what lies ahead.”

Jericho put both hands on the Sphere and focused all of her strength and power on breaking the Assassin’s control over Jane. Her eyes rolled up, she gasped once, and then fell over inside of the Sphere. Probing her comrade’s mind telepathically, Jericho realized that the Chosen Assassin was gone, and that Jane’s mind was her own again. Jane herself was unconscious… but... no, wait!

Jericho recognized the patterns of energy resonating in Jane’s brain! Almost every Gifted person in the world could tell the difference between someone being genuinely knocked unconscious and… this.

“Lieutenant Kelly?” Jericho banished the Sustaining Sphere and shook Jane by the shoulder. “Are you asleep?”

Grumbling, Jane woke up and rubbed her eyes with her arm.

“Wha’s goin’ on?” Jane mumbled. Then she looked up at Jericho. “Oh, crap! I forgot to come get ya! I’m so sorry, Jericho, I must’ve dozed off!”

“Dozed off?” Jericho repeated, confused. “Kelly, were you asleep the whole time?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I’m really sorry about that. How’d your meeting with the Templars go? Are we ready to head back to the pickup point?”



About an hour later, Jane and Jericho had reached at a parking lot on the southern end of Baker City, where the Skyranger would arrive to take them back to the Avenger. Jane wanted to talk about Duane Gardner, and repeatedly asked Jericho if she still had feelings for him.

“I mean, your ex started a Cult of Personality about you.” Jane was saying. “You can’t feel nothing about something like that.”

Jericho was only partially invested in the conversation. She was lost in thought about the encounter she’d just had with the Chosen Assassin. She cast her mind back to every Psionics lesson she’d ever gotten from Mira, and then tried to remember every single time she’d gotten into a telepathic battle with a Gifted enemy.

Never. It had never happened before. As far as Jericho could remember, she’d never witnessed nor heard about a person being placed under Mind Control while they were asleep. Jericho had always operated under the assumption that it wasn’t possible. She made up her mind to do some experimentation in the Avenger’s Psi Lab when she got back. If this truly was the Unique Power of the Chosen Assassin, then Jericho might be able to plan a defense against it.



Eventually, the Skyranger arrived. Aboard the vessel was Jericho’s first adoptive mother, Belgian soldier Isis Dekker. She hugged Jericho while her Gremlin drone buzzed around them and made little happy beeps.

“Everyone ready to fly?” Isis asked. “I hope you guys don’t mind, but there’s been a change of plans. We’re not going back to Asia tonight.”

“A detour?” Jane asked. “What for?”

“Commander Harper’s setting up a big summit meeting with the leaders of all three Resistance Factions. She just decided that both Menace and Stormbreaker Squads are going to attend the summit. She sent us to take you both to the meeting place. Don’t worry, the summit won’t start for a few days, so you’ll have some time to get ready.” Isis explained.

Jane and Jericho both dropped their jaws.

“All three Resistance Factions?” Jericho repeated.

“The Reapers, Templars, and Skirmishers all in one place!?” Jane gasped, “Dekker, you know what that means, right?”

Isis nodded grimly.

“Yeah, something big is gonna happen. The rumor mill on the Avenger says we’re finally taking this war into the cities.”

“So, where’s this meeting?” Jericho asked.

Wendy Carter, the Skyranger pilot, stuck her head out of the cockpit door and answered:

“We’re going back to where it all began, Jericho! We’re going to Site X!”


 
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Where’s Site X?

Jericho’s ex started a cult of her? Seriously?

Both sides have told Jericho that she isn’t preparing for what lies ahead. This proves that they are not so different. Are you trying to make the enemies sympathetic?