Finish the Sci-Fi Story III - Murder Mystery

In a small clothing shop catering to the Xavvian population in Forsetti the owner, Warienthav, was getting ready to close. He had an important tailoring job to finish, and still needed to cut and fit part of the garment. But before he could lock out the door panel a tall Xavvian, in dark, plain clothing slipped in.

“Honored Sir”, began the owner, “if you are seeking the finest in outfitting then the Mother has guided you to the right place. But to do justice to such a one as yourself may I suggest you return…”

“Do you have any green wedding garments?” interrupted the visitor?

His words brought Warienthav to alertness, but he managed to show no surprise. He offered the counter-phrasing “Is it your family, Honored Sir?”

“Who do you think?” was the confirmation. The tailor crouched slightly and averted his gaze, in formal greeting to the tall one. "My True Lord, he said. “How may I be of service Honored q’Lit’Liav?”

Tobermory’s uncle acknowledged one of his planted contacts. “Is your comm network still working as planned?” he asked. And do you have all the data I asked you for?"

“I do, my Lord, except for the exact location of the damn.ed usurper q’Stant’Lit But he did arrive with the Imperial.”

“Excellent. Give me the chip.” He reached out a gloved hand, unusual for a Xavvian to wear. If q’Lit’Liav had one failing, it was his vanity, and he refused to be parted from his rings. But the gems would draw notice, so he covered up when he wished to not draw attention to his movements. Warienthav handed the tiny chip over.

“There is on more thing you can do for me.”

“You have but to name it”

“I need formal garb for the Council. Time is scant before it begins and I am Summoned. You will put aside any other work will you deal with mine.”

“I will begin at once.”

“See that you do. While you work I will review this chip.” He slipped a slim portable viewer from a pocket in his tunic. While Warienthav began making adjustments to some formal wear that another would now have to wait longer for, q’Lit’Liav started scanning. Two or three times his lip gave a small curl of his lip. He gave a huffing noise of anger seeing that Cowd had fouled up so badly. But when he came to the information on who was in the bodyguard squad that had accompanied the Imperial, he made a throaty rumble remarkably like a feline purr.

As Xol rose from his Council seat, he shot Open Mind a question, “Since I do have the privilege of Council, shall I also enumerate the charges against me?”

All activity and conversation in the Hall ceased as they awaited what Open Mind would say in reply. No one was disappointed by the response. “Xol of Kel,” he began, “You well know that the purpose of an Assembly is not to assign guilt or exact punishment nor even to try crimes. Rather, the entire existence of Council is to create and fortify peace in our small corner of reality. Only in peace can creatures of our member species, indeed the species themselves, flourish.”

He looked around the throngs of onlookers that had gathered. Addressing them, he continued, “Many of you, or at least representatives of your governments, families, or race, have been aware of the stated goal of Forsetti and Council for many generations. For some of you, it was viewed as a form of governing control. For others it was seen as the mouth of wisdom, giving advice and admonition as needed. For others, this arrangement bears the trappings of religion. All views are correct. Yet they are all incomplete. Eons ago, in collaboration with Wayre, Forsetti set in motion the only way to secure peace in this realm. And together we stopped the runaway individualism of a dangerous threat to all of lifekind in this realm. That threat was the Kel. You know nothing of the Kel. At least, nothing compared with the total truth of what took place. And what was at stake.”

He paused and turned back to Xol, but continued to address the crowd, “Xol of Kel himself was there. As was I. Many of your suns had even begun their life cycle yet when first we clashed. But, that which has survived is the Treaty. And our peace.

“Yet, Xol has seen fit to cause disturbance once again. A disturbance which endangers the peace, and even the existence of certain of your species. For this reason, we have convened the full Council Assembly you see here. Twice in history has full Council met with a Kel, counting this Council.”

He let that statement sink in, not just to the crowd, but also to the Council members. There was no room for error in the proceedings, nor in whatever decision might be reached.

Turning his address back to Xol, Open Mind invited, “Xol of Kel, please introduce yourself.”

As Xol approached Open Mind, a heaviness filed the room. The light from the fantastically energized walls dimmed and was blocked from view. A purple-blue haze enveloped Xol as raw fear, hate, and various other negative emotions tugged at the sanity of the onlookers and even some of Council… Just at the point when Open Mind was about to relieve the pressure, Xol let it lift.

In the eerie calm that followed his display, he uttered, “I am Kel.”

It was rare that more than one was Summoned to any session of Council, so there was no waiting area specifically set aside for the number of beings who would be appearing this time. So a smaller audience hall had been set aside for those who would shortly come before Council

There was a great deal of tension as the Summoned gathered. Kathy and Victor were first to arrive, Kathy in an exact copy of the robe she had worn on her previous appearace when Summoned, Victor in garb of similar style, and looking vastly uncomfortable. He didn’t like having his legs enclosed in what felt like a skirt. He was wearing shorts underneath it, in case the party got rough and he ditched it.

q’Stant’Lit arrived with the Xavvian Emperor q’Liav’Amhar. Tobermory wore a robe similar to the humans, but it was more brilliantly decorated, with flashing gems of many colors, and there was a split in the back to allow his tail to be proudly displayed.

The Imperial q’Liav’Amhar was dressed as Xavvian royal custom decreed for such an important appearance, in absolutely nothing. In contrast to almost all other species that wore clothing of some sort, his nudity proclaimed his status. He didn’t need to try and top the garb of others, he was clothed in his aura of majesty. No crown, no jewels, just what the Mother had graced him with when he emerged from his own mother’s pouch. He did carry one item however, a small curved knife with a wooden handle, the short blade itself being the curved, sharpened tooth of a Xavvian warg beast. The Emperor was allowed only two attendants, dressed plainly and unarmed.

Kathy had met q’Liav’Amhar several times of course, but she had never seen him like this, and noted the signs of advanced age. He was upright, but his spine curved ever so slightly, and his coat was faded in spots. His tail curled proudly, but was beginning to droop. The undress of an Imperial allowed for no pretenses either. Hmmm.

M’Artel arrived in what amounted to a standard issue Council robe, but he had added decorations and amulets relating to Xavvian religious belief, and his own status as a student acolyte.

Then q’Lit’Liav made a grand entrance. The garment Warienthav had fashioned so quickly seemed ablaze with light, from the shining fabric itself, to the jewels and other decorations that adorned it. He carried himself with a haughty air, and made it a point to stand as far from the others as possible, as if to remove himself from contamination.

Victor, although seeing him for the first time, had a flash of insight. Leaning over to his shorter wife, he whispered “He’s all show, isn’t he? Nothing inside really.” With a touch of surprise Kathy looked up at Vic and whispered back “Maybe that is why Council decreed that Tobe replace him.”

But two Summoned were still missing, Cowd and Robert. M’Artel and Tobermory had joined Kathy and Victor, and the four of them were speculating on what was keeping the two enemies from arriving. Kathy was beginning to worry.

At that exact moment, inside the Council Hall, Xol was speaking the words “I am Kel” As he did so q’Lit’Liav gave a small, almost imperceptible nod to one of the two Imperial attendants.

While no recording or imaging devices were allowed in the Great Hall, just outside there were scores of hundreds of various types of news reporters. The corrspondents cycled in and out of the Hall, each new event being covered in great detail this way. And a special arrangement had been made for broadcast stations to to be set up on the actual surface of the planet.

At one such station, a Tri-D feed was being prepared for its non space shunt to Paris (Texas, Earth) where it would be rebroadcast for public consumption. Though now a space faring race for sometime now, and having been quite involved in some very momentous inter species events, the average Human (of earth and colony origen) had little real idea of who or what was Council, Wayre, or Kel and why it was important to know. To the masses, it was the Cowd murders that held their fascination.

The Tri-D engineer at the station was absolutely flored by the descriptions of what had been said and done in the Introductions. The ideas of creatures transcending planes of existance and existing for a considerable percentage of the age of the Galaxy were hard to fathom, even for a seasoned space traveller like him. He had been on Sevastol when the events there happened, and had previously done background research for the follow up stories to the Vorpal Incident. So, he wasn’t naive.

An assistant behind him startled him when she asked, “Where are the images of the Summoned?”

“Don’t scare me like that!” he said breathlessly. Gesturing to a packet of raw Tri-D feeds, he said, “They’re all in this one.”

Scanning the display labels, she countered, “No. Not all of them. There’s no Cowd and no Robert Harker.”

“Really? That’s odd. I wonder if we just missed them so far.”

“The two curently most popular earthers?” she giggled. “Yeah. Rifght. We just missed them!” As she walked away, he stole a glance at her shaply figure, smiling inwardly to himself. She smiled quite openly to herself, seeing his watching her in the reflection of the shiny shunt compressor in front of her.


At that very moment, Robert and Cowd were engaged in a very odd conversation with a now orange furred Billy Shakespeare. Several security droids and personnel were in the room with them…

In the Summoned waiting room, Kathy caught the almost invisible signal from q’Lit’Lav and was shocked that he was so stupid. Does he not know that he is among at least three very adept courriers?

As the wave of changing emotions washed over the group from the Xol display, the attendant nearest to the Emperor removed a small, dark blade from within the sleevs of his robes and stabbed the Emperor in the back of the neck.

The blow was a glancing blow, however, because the aged Royal had dropped to the floor in an eyeblink of time and quickly rolled to the side about one meter. The attendant was slightly off balance as the Emperor bounced back up beside him and decapitaed him with a dark bladed sword of his own that he appeared to have produced from thin air.

Before Kathy could react, she saw Victor and M’Artel pounce on q’Lit’Liav, Victor holding a disrupting weapon at the Xavvian’s side, and M’Artel behind the deposed heir, his head in his arms and a an unsheathed claw poised at his eyesocket.

The Emperor morphed into the familiar form of Tobermory and the Xavvian posing as q’Stant’Lit morphed into his true form, that of the Emperor himself.

Kathy realised something momentous had just occured here and for once felt out of the loop.

Approaching the son of his sister, q’Liav’Amhar growled to him a single sentance in the Xavvian formal tongue.

Quickly translating to herself, Kathy sighed inwardly at the import of the curse. The Emperor had pronounced the death sentance on his nephew. The multiple meaning of the curse also carried an immense sadness. The old Xavvian did not want to remove the hereitc from his life. He had to. So much death, Kathy thought to herself, Will it ever end?

q’Lit’Liav could not believe he had been tricked as he had. He lay almost limp in the hands of his captors, Victor and M’Artel. How had it happened? The words of the curse that had been pronounced on him swirled in his head, words from which there was no appeal.

Any hope he had cherished of regaining his lost status, his place as heir, was gone. His name would be blotted from the family, and because of that his two children would be forever cut off from their heritage. They would not have inherited the throne, but they would have had wealth, privilege, safety.

The Emperor turned back to his nephew, and looked at those holding him. With a jerk of his head, and speaking so that the human Victor could understand, he said “Let him up” Victor glanced at M’Artel, who gave a little nod.

q’Lit’Liav stood up, willing himself not to shake, not to tremble or show his fear of what was coming. For although there was no way to save himself, there was a way to save his name, and his family, from being blotted out.

The Emperor turned to q’Stant’Lit and took from him the knife that Tobermory had carried when he had posed as the elder Xavvian. He passed it to his nephew, with no words, for none were necessary.

q’Lit’Liav caressed it, running the tip of a finger along it’s edge to be sure it was as sharp as it could possibly be. Then, with no hesitation, he reached up and plunged the knife into his left eye, angled up so that it would penetrate into his brain case, and sever a nerve plexus there. Such a death was supposed to be nearly instantaneous. His body dropped to the floor.

“Burn him with his name” said the Emperor.

When the body fell to the ground, the plants that beautifully adorned the waiting room all shivered in unison. A faint clicking noise could be heard. Just as Kathy was about to say something to one of them, the Council called them in.

A multi species military guard made a way clear for them through the crowd. As they came near the podium on Open Mind seemed to stand, they could actually feel the eyes of attention upon them.

As the guard departed, Kathy wondered if that was meant as a protection for them, or as a show of physical force, or simply as an honor. Still shaken by what she had seen mere moments earlier, she now felt small and unprotected before this mighty ruling body of Council, even though she had been personally working for them (in name anyways) for the past two years.

Open Mind addressed them, “Summoned. You are not prisoners. You are not accused. You are not in any danger. You are summoned to appear here.” Gesturing to seat that Xol had gone back to, he added, “The Kel, Xol is also Summoned, but in accordance with Treaty, will remain in his Council seat. There is no conflict of interest in this.”

Chairs appeared behind the group and Open Mind invited them to sit, though if they wanted to stand while speaking to Council, that would be acceptable too. Conspicuously, three seats were empty.

“We are aware of the events which occurred while you were waiting, and that one of the Summoned is physically dead. His seat remains here to remind all that he was indeed Summoned. We also know where the other two are. Do not fear for them. They are simply detained for but a while.” As Open Mind said these things, Kathy felt a calmness surround her.

Open Mind continued, “The first question before Council doesn’t involve them directly, or we would have waited. The first question belongs to the Xavvian q’Stant’Lit to answer. When did you become aware of the conspiracy against Council’s ruling regarding your Royal Family?”

Standing, Tobermory responded, “I became aware of it 339 days ago. In private audience with my uncle, he frankly informed me of his disdain for my person and the underhanded way in which I usurped his position. Knowing that Council’s decision could have little to do with me and my qualifications to rule, I surmised that it must have been meant as a protection for Xavvis from my uncle. Though he was a cunning and intelligent creature, he had let himself become too important. I decided then to investigate him.”

A different Council member was bathed in light and asked, “Did you do so as an Agent of Council?”

“No,” was the reply. “I did so as a member of the Xavian Royal Family and a member of the Church of Our Great Mother. I used people I knew who were loyal to Xavvis and the Great Mother, as well as personal friends.”

“And the result?” asked yet another Council member.

“q’Lit’Liav is now dead. His conspirators are being treated to Xavvian law.”

Open Mind nodded and said, “Though we would have rather seen no loss of life, and no religious heresy pronounced, what has happened is within the original Council decision. The matter will remain in the hands of local law. Council need not act. Do all concur?”

All the Council, save one, signaled affirmative. “Xol of Kel,” addressed Open Mind, “Do you oppose?”

Xol didn’t even look towards the group as he answered, “I neither concur nor oppose. It doesn’t concern me.”

As he said this, a commotion could be heard from the crowd. The guard was bringing in two more people. Kathy could tell without even looking that one was Robert. Turning around anyways, she caught sight of the young Human dressed in full battle gear, and this surprised her some. What was even more surprising was that he was leading Cowd in on the end of a rope tied to Cowd’s wrists. Cowd was dressed in little more than a tattered half tunic gathered around his hips. What does he think he’s doing? Kathy asked herself. What kind of show is he putting on? And for whom?

Kark cracked a smile at the sight of Robert leading Cowd in on a leash. Reminds me of Riqaska. If only Royce could see him now! But why…? Kark’s smile then dissipated. Omikron Vega!? Frell, I hope they know what they’re doing.

"I have brought this one here, alive and as unharmed as I could leave him, said Robert, addressing Open Mind, "for two reasons. The first is that I have pledge myself to his protection until Council is over.

There was a tremendous stir at this statement. There wasn’t a being present who didn’t know the nature of the crimes committed by Cowd, and how Robert had been affected personally. To think that he now was serving as a sort of bodyguard for Cowd was unimaginable. Nothing could have surprised them more. Or so they thought.

“The other reason is that this one”(here Robert gave the rope a hard pull, “has knowledge that is of more importance than my desire for revenge. So I have agreed to guard his life with my own, until the end of the Summoning, on condition that he reveal his secret. His counsel, Billy, has agreed as well, on his own condition that Cowd here not be condemned to death.”

“That must be some secret” said Open Mind dryly, amused at the idea that these mayfly humans could possibly have information that could seem so important Open Mind spoke for Council and went on… “What do you have to say for yourself?” he asked Cowd.

Cowd to a deep breath, and said in a loud voice “The Kel called Xol violated your Treaty. There are witnesses.”

And Open Mind found he still *could * be surprised.

Open Mind allowed the crowd’s commotion as the implication of Cowd’s charge sank in. For longer than most of the species present had existed in their present sentient form, there had been the Treaty between the Kel (in the person of Xol) and the Council.

What surprised Open Mind wasn’t really that Xol might have been in violation of Treaty, but in this Human criminal being the one that might destroy the uneasy peace of eons. Humans were among the youngest of sentients to make their mark and take their place in the annals of Forsetti. (Even though Open Mind knew they were much older than even they themselves imagined.) If Treaty were voided, it could bring the entire galaxy to the brink of war. The previous war, which had ended in the creation of Council and the Treaty of Kel, had nearly ended, not just sentient life in the galaxy, but the existence of the galaxy in this reality over all. Caution would be needed in how to proceed.

Xol, in his normal form, was a hideous sight to behold. He wasn’t even trying to maintain a pleasant visage, as he was desperately trying to reduce reality on Cowd, negating his existence. If he had been successful, there would be no evidence, since the creature Cowd would’ve been erased from the reality he occupied. The effects of his existence would still be seen, though, viewed from other realities, for Cowd had cut quite a swath in his murderous rise to scientific and philosophic prominence. Though he wouldn’t have existed to most sentients, his victims would still have ceased to live.

However, Xol was not successful in his attempt, for Open Mind, even though surprised, was ready to counter the assault of Xol.

“Your attack on a Summoned is perilously close to being a violation of treaty itself, Xol of Kel!” As Open Mind said this, Cowd was cowering behind the imposing figure of Robert Harker, as though that would’ve been of any help. “I have used the power of the Assembled Members of Council. There will be no further attempt on the Human criminal.”

Xol sneered a Kel curse and his visage softened somewhat to something not entirely hideous and terrible.

Open Mind turned to Robert and Cowd, addressing them specifically, “Human Robert Harker. Human criminal. I would consider you out of line and lying if not for the attempt by Xol of Kel on the reality of the Human criminal. No blood has ever been shed in Council. However, entities, in fact, entire civilizations have ceased to exist by order of Council. So, be very careful in your answers and replies to this Summons.

“Human criminal. Present your accusation and any evidence you feel you have.”

Cowd lay on the floor behind Robert, whimpering and shivering in fright. Robert turned around and yanked on the rope tied to Cowd. “Get Up, Cowd! Tell them what you just told me.”

Cowd struggled to his feet, his face a mask of fear and dread. Slowly, he regained his composure. He almost seemed to regain his dignity as the great Professor Cowd, master of Science and Religion.

Licking his lips, he began, “Council, esteemed Summoned friends, astounding crowd of onlookers on planet and beyond, I bring to you the greatest revelation and discovery of my career.

“Xol of Kel has willfully and knowingly violated treaty by corrupting the natural progression of sentient species in this galaxy. Xol of Kel has masquareded as various God heads of separate non advanced, newly sentient species, including Xavvians and Humans.”

Cowd seemed almost gleeful as the import of his words impacted the very foundation of Science, Government, Religion, indeed Reality itself. Open Mind was forced to call for order with yet another supernatural display of Assembled Council’s might. He motioned for Cowd to continue.

Continuing, Cowd said, “Ths very Kel himself, Xol, confessed, no BRAGGED to me about it when he explained to me how I would thwart the plans of Council in regards to Xavvian royal succession, and secure a position of untouchable power and wealth for myself. How could I resist such an offer? But also, how could I believe this Kel?

“This Kel, Xol of Kel, showed me the works of his hands when he corrupted the faith of M’Artel, my student, by appearing to him as the Consort of the Great Mother. My students are not simpletons, swayed by credulity. In fact, my star pupil had an assignment from Council itself. When Xol, as the Consort, showed M’Artel the mark in his hand, I knew that Xol had been present at the formation of Xavvian religiosity. In trance, I learned from M’Artel that this secret mark was not even known amongst Xavvians in general, only the adepts.

“On it’s own, this is only circumstantial eveidence. But, I recorded the session on my own. With machinery that I stole from one of my victims, an assistant to Royce Harker. The cover of suspicion came over Captain Hingman for this death. A ruse that apparently even fooled the great Xol himself. The recording has been authenticated by Forsetti as part of the terms for my deal. Billy Shakespeare is here with it to please Council with its replay.”

Open Mind turned to Council. “Is the recording an accurate reproduction?”

Seventeen members of Council stood and acknowledged it was an accurate reproduction of events that had occurred within the reality of these sentients. In fact, it had been authenticated by Forsettian Security, though they had not been aware of the implications. Open Mind called for the replaying of the event.

Billy Pilgram stepped up to join Cowd and Robert with a small notepad in his hands. He touched the screen and a holographic image of Cowd’s old office appeared several meters in front of them.

In the recording could be seen Cowd, Xol in his form imitationg the Consort, and M’Artel in a trance with blood flowing from the newly self imposed cuts in his paws.

Xol’s image spoke, “The same reaction I got from those beasts the first time I appeared as their precious Consort.”

The figure in the hologram shimmered and grew into the same great dragon from the Sykoft melee of just days ago. Reaching out to the real Cowd, and not his image, the Dragon took the rope from Robert’s hands. An explosion of light and sound erupted from the area between Robert and Cowd. When the air cleared. Robert and Billy were lying on the ground, and Cowd was nowhere to be seen. Xol had also disappeared from his Council seat.

After several long minutes of silence in the Great Hall, Open Mind spoke from his position, “The Treaty of Kel has been broken and is null and void. A state of war hereby exists between Council and Kel. The Human criminal has been taken by Xol, and they were allowed to depart by my order. Be glad you did not see what had happened in the reality of Second Major concerning the Human criminal. His destiny lay now in the wrath of Xol. The Council pities him, but we will not intervene.

“Summoned! You are released from your Summons. Council has greater issues to deal with now. Remove those that belong to you. They are unharmed.

“This Assembly of Council is ended.”

The various forms of news media that had been allowed to record and broadcast events surrounding the Council went into greatful, almost orgasmic convulsions at the dramatic, totally unexpected ending. True, the only Tri-D had been outside, the Hall, but the live reporters allowed inside provided vivid descriptions of events, and maybe things were better that way. One’s imagination is almost always better than the real thing, and the stories that would come out of this event would feed a hungry public for months.

The Tri-D engineer monitoring the feed to Paris, Texas on Earth could only keep muttering to himself, “Pulitzer, Pulitzer, Pulitzer”. He’d managed to place a reporter and vid right outside the door to the Hall, and the upclose and personal shots of an armored Robert and near naked Cowd, before they entered the Hall, were already on their way, with every likelihood of being on the “front page” of every newsservice on the planet.

But among some of those who had been Summoned there was a curious feeling of having been let down.

“I came all the way from Valis 5 just for this?” growled Victor Channing, after he and Kathy had finally managed to break away from the newsies and retreat to their hotel rooms. “I never even found out what they wanted me for!”

Kathy emerged from the bathroom, to which she had hurried as soon as the couple had arrived. She was a little pale again, but otherwise seemed okay. “Oh, I don’t know dear. I’ve suspected at times that some members of Council have at least limited precog ability. Or at least they are so old that they can see and extrapolate patterns of behavior. Maybe you were just supposed to be there outside the Hall, with M’Artel, to act as you did. I don’t know why I was there either, but knowing Council, I expect to find out someday.”

Victor smiled back at his wife. “Well, at least I get some time alone with you this way, finally.” She stuck out her tongue at him and grinned back. “Not totally alone actually.”

Elsewhere q’Liav’Amhar held a private audience with q’Stant’Lit and his sister Corianav. He’d already worked off most of his rage at having been Summoned and dismissed so abruptly, and was at least greatful that his heir had proved so capable and loyal in the crisis. He hated leaving Xavvis for long though, and was nearly ready to return. Tobermory would be staying for a little longer, and Corianav as well, to put finis to all legal charges that had arisen. They were mostly matters of form, but Cori didn’t like to leave loose ends.

“So” said the Emperor to Tobe, “you will be sure to consign the body of my nephew to the Mother. I don’t want his remains on Xavvis, have his ashes interred in the temple here. I’ll see to his children though.”

Tobermory bowed his head in acknowledgment, and then the Emperor turned to Corianav. “This problem with my former heir, and your brother moving up a step, has provoked a succession crisis. You aren’t mated, are you, no children yet?” “No, my Lord” grated out Corianav. She was one who liked to manage others, not the other way around. “Any prospects lined up?” he probed. "“No, my Lord” Cori repeated. “Well, get some” came the command, "there is always supposed to be a Favored One, an “heir of the heir”

Cori wasn’t being commanded to marry, as Tobe and M’kayla had once been. Xavvian royalty was not concerned with legitmacy as such, just that there would be child from the proper lineage to inherit. But motherhood was a matter of great import among her people, and Xavvian women rarely just dumped their offspring to be raised in the care of others. Cori thought long and homicidal thoughts, but she held her peace.

Dr. Innison had plans to return as soon as possible for Galava Soca. This side trip to Forsetti had been fascinating, but she was anxious to return to her diggings on the jungle planet. Her father would see her off though, taking her to the port, as they rarely had much time together.


M’Artel and Robert emerged from the one Xavvian Temple in Forsetti. Robert had accompanied M’Artel there for two reasons. One was to submit a portion of Gr’Vinnia’s ashes, to be placed in a memorial pillar. She’d had no family he could trace, so this was the best he could do. The other was his concern for M’Artel as a friend. The realization of how he’d been manipulated had shaken M’Artel to the bone, nearly shattering his faith in the Mother and her heritage. He was greatful to learn it had all been a ruse, but ashamed to have doubted, and he wanted to consult with a full adept.

Both of the young men, one Xavvian and one human, blinked as they came out into the brighter lights of the corridor, from the relative dimness of the Temple. “So what now?” asked M’Artel. “I’ve been in contact with Dad” said Robert. “I told him I’d changed my mind about school, and wanted to train for the Rangers now. Funny, I could tell he was happy, but he wants me to finish this last period out, then come home.”

“Did he see the Tri-D?” asked M’Artel. “That’s another funny thing” said Robert. “I asked him that too, but he had a coughing spell and all I could get out of that was something about ‘whitewashing’ and ‘reverse psychology’. Can you make anything of that?”

Before M’Artel could answer a crowd of Zora’s cadets surrounded them, whooping and hollering, having finally tracked the two down. They were trailed by Kark, the towering Sten, and Zora. “There you are!” Mr. Kaval hooted. “Before we left we wanted to show you we can do more than get our butts kicked in a fight! These oldtimers(here they gestured to Kark, Sten, and Zora) keep bragging about how tough they are at ringball, so we’re going to wager that youth and skill will triumph over age and sneakiness. Want to come along?”

It sounded to Robert and M’Artel as if the Academy cadets had just a touch of “artifical bravery” enhancing their confidence, and judging by the smug looks of the older comrades, ‘youth and skill’ might be getting ready to be taken down a peg. Again.

“What the Hell?” Robert said to his friend. “We haven’t had any real fun since this all started. Let’s work off some stress!” M’Artel thought a minute about ringball, a fastpaced, hard played game that had once been desribed as ‘croquet with a really bad attitude’. “Sure” he said. “why not?”

While the gang engaged in the semi guided anarchy of ringball, a storm was brewing in Kark’s office. The plant that inhabited the room observed the storm with unease. The storm was not actually in the physical space of the office, but it was visible, none the less.

Tendrills of energy snaked out from the image of the storm and played along the inputs of Kark’s computer interface. The plant sensed that the tendrils represented seperate entities, but he was not familiar with them. The weaker of the two tendrils played along the inputs, as though it were afraid, or otherwise unwilling, to go any further. The stronger one glowed frightenlingly bright and a separate vortex opened at the end of it. It advanced on the weaker one threateningly. It stopped right before engulfing the weaker tendril in its new vortex and the weaker energy dove into the computer network interface. It broke off completely from the parent storm and disappeared completely into the interface. The stronger energy tendril retracted back into the maelstrom and the entire display disappeared.

Frightened and worried, the plant conjured up its own storm in order to warn his associates that a Kel was infecting the Security system of Forsetti.


Pouring over older entries on her notepad, Danielle felt as though she was almost on to something. A thought began to form in her mind as she put it all together. How Cowd’s stolen Equation fit in with what they had learned about Wayre and the fantastic energies involved in crystal use and how closely aligned the races that could be courriers were. The thoughts of reactivating vestigal organs for greater crystal powers and the odd mirroring of minds in the far non space realms she had recently uncovered sparked a link in her mind.

Ihave it! She thought to herself in awe. I found the missing key that Cowd couldn’t even speculate about. If I can just link the Equation to the crystals…

She decided to interface with the main planetary computer to search for any previous studies that might have the needed information buried in them. A code screen came up, demanding that she provide authentication. Using her research security clearence, she entered the secure network, sure that she would find som small overlooked item that would tie it all in and provide the basis, the blueprint for the future intensive research that would engulph her life from now on.

A tendril of energy shot out from her notepad and paralised her for a moment. Then she smiled an odd smile, licked her lips, redirected her security cleared search to the planetary defenses of Forsetti.

After the ringball game, M’Artel and Robert retired to their new apartment, this one was on school grounds and had a holoroom in it. They had the holoroom set to the third moon of Angdar, an obsure favorite of extreme gamers. The games still held a grip on the two young adults.

They weren’t programming in any scenario, though. They were sitting on the edge of Mount Longdrop, looking out into the seeming endless haze that obscured the ground below from sight. It was as though they were looking into the vague mists of infinity itself.

Ana apt discription of their life prospects now, thought both of them.

Robert broke the silence by asking, “But still, did you have any idea why the Consort would want to reveal himslef to you?”

“Yes,” answered M’Artel. “I have the assignment from Council to bring Xavvian militlary science back into the control, if you will, of the adepts. By showing me the mark, Xol was signifying that I was on the right course. Thinking back on it, I could see that my mind was being controlled. But it al fit in so well…”

Throwing a loose rock into the void, Robert asked, “Could you tell you were killing? Do you remember any of it?”

"Oddly enough, I can remember all of it in exquisite detail. But it was as though I was an observer of my own body. That Sykoft, he desrved to die. He would have killed Kathy for the price that the former heir offered. But that poor woman. She was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“Kind of a metaphor for us, in a way.”

Robert looked over at his friend. So much had happened in the space of just one month. They had both aged beyond their years by what hey had witnessed and been part of.

“No, M’Artel. We are in exactly the right place. And our time is now. A war is brewing, my friend. Maybe even now, things are happening that will threaten our peace, both personal and larger. That’s why Council chose you the first time, I think,”

“What do you mean, Human Boy of dubious parentage?” M’Artel asked with a very Human grin on his face.

“You motherless giant cat!” Robert countered. “You know exactly what I mean.”

They both chuckled at this exchange. Seems all the growing up in the galaxy wouldn’t change the flippant banter between the two friends.

“Yeah,” agreed M’Artel. “We are the new troops. Two races of augmented crystal users, with minds open enough to see beyond our own realities. We are the galaxy’s best hope in a war against Kel.”

“Frell. It’s gonna be rough. All our scientists, working on physical weapons against non space things. And all our adepts and courriers gaining control of transcrystal powers. Frell. We’re gonna die in this, you know?”

“Frell, yourself. I ain’t never gonna die, Human. One thing , though…?”

“What, Kitty Boy?”

“How will you ever adjust to being in your father’s military, and 'all the accoutrements therein?”

They both lay on the grass, laughing, as all the worries of their lives were put on hold for one perfect moment of friendship.

THE END

The End

After the ringball game and a short rest, Kark booked time for himself, Zora, and Sten in a rec center holo-hall. “Ringball, three-on-three.” he said to the display at the hall’s entrance.

“Opponents?”

“The remainder of the Tevondale Watchmen.”

“Program ready.”

Nodding to each other, the trio entered the holo-hall. At point was Tim DeWallis, taken during the Scarpintide riots. At right guard, Kal Trontiaan, hero of Sevastol. At left guard, Minas Sulat, missing an presumed dead during the invasion of Dona Salo.

Both sides met at the suspended ring, then spread out. Tim, being on the visiting team, took first strike. He swung the hammer at the ball and :thwack: it was on its way toward the ring in the center of the court.

Denied! Sten took a mighty leap and deflected the ball off his fingertips.

While Sten recovered from his leap, Kark came from behind and took a shot before the ball hit the floor, aming for the far end of the court where recovery would be difficult.

And the game was on…

Read post #154 as being between #s 151 and 152.

152 is the final post. Story over.