This is set in the Whateley Academy universe which I do not own and am not a canon author for. It is fan fiction and the events it chronicles do not match those in canon. The first part is lifted straight out of AatGSAC part 5.

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The Call.

Tennyo stared in horror as memories came flooding back with the ghostly forms. Memories that had nothing to do with any human named Wilson. Memories that were themselves older than Man.

The first ghost to reach her was an alien woman. A woman in once-regal clothes that were now rags. A scarred, ravaged, bleeding woman in brutal chains. A woman who shrieked at her, "WHY? Why did you do this to me? Why did you torture me? Why did you murder me? Why did you destroy my world? What did you hope to achieve? Or are you nothing but The Destroyer?"

Tennyo felt the blood drain out of her face. "P-princess Arlon?"

"YES! WHY DID YOU TORTURE ME? WHY DID YOU MURDER ME? WHY DID YOU DESTROY MY WORLD? WHY DID YOU DESTROY OUR ENTIRE STAR SYSTEM? WHY?"

Tennyo couldn't move. She couldn't flee. She couldn't stop the horrible memories that were flooding through her brain. All she could do was scream in agony.

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A call went out. A demand for help that had not been heard in millennia. Nonetheless there were those who answered.

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The first to hear was Jade Sinclair in both her incarnations of Generator and Shroud. Though both faced perils of their own neither could resist the call. Had all the gods of Olympus stood in their path - still they would have answered.
Jet did not answer. She had other loyalties to consider and was needed elsewhere. Still it was only the fact that she knew her other incarnations would go in her place that stayed her hand.

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The next to hear was Egel, oldest of the Kitsune, a mere dozen miles from Whateley. While Jade could not even delay enough to give aid to her companions Egel was far older and fox cunning ran deep. However a call such as this demanded speed, and in moments six of the clans strongest warriors were at his side as they raced for Whateley. It was dangerous for spirits such as them to enter a place with so many avatars, many of whom they could not resist away from their sacred ground but they had a debt to pay. Spirits always pay their debts.

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On another plain, a place where the elements rule, Geddon the Mighty looked up. Slowly a smile came over his brutal features. She had returned. Reaching her would not be easy, piercing the veils was never easy. His power flared as he traced the call to its source. Power that he had earned. Power he owed to her. Once more he was needed. He would not fail.

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In another place Adrammalech maintained his lonely vigil. Watching over those that shunned him. They would never forgive him and in truth he did not deserve forgiveness. But they still deserved his protection.
He would protect them.

The call sounded.

Almost alone amongst her true followers he hated her. What she did could not be condoned. No matter how necessary, what she did was evil.

But an oath was an oath.

He had traded his oath of loyalty for her vow to spare those he was honour bound to protect. She accepted it without a second thought.
That, as much as this oath, was why he followed her. He was the Fallen Knight, the Traitor Champion, the Irredeemable. Yet she had taken his word as the unbreakable bond it had once been. Never had she doubted his loyalty. Never questioned his honour.

Ironic that it was a creature he hated that had given him back his honour.

For that he would follow her. For that he would answer the call.

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In the last citadel of Belkan the call was heard. Although only three within the ancient fortress survived who carried the mark of their saviour, all the knights owed loyalty to her. Except for those few needed to defend the citadel all would follow her call.

Challenges awaited and no Knight of Belkan would turn down a challenge.

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Deep in space three ships slumbered. They heard the call.

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The closest was the Virago, barely a handful of light years distant. It screamed in frustration though there was none to hear. It had been without crew for centuries and unmanned its warp drive was useless.

It turned and slowly, agonisingly slowly, accelerated. At sublight it would take year, maybe decades to reach its captain. Virago had waited millennia for her captain. Now her captain must wait for her.

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The oldest ship was the most distant, almost a million light years from earth. The ancient dreadnought Destiny. Built an unimaginable distance from the Milky Way at a time even the stars themselves hardly remembered.

When the captain found Destiny it had been broken, its reason for existing destroyed. Even if any had remained who remembered what that purpose was. Its frame shattered and its power drained.
She restored it. Gave it new purpose. Made it hers.

Engines older and more powerful than stars activated. The journey was long and the obstacles numerous, but nothing could stop Destiny. It was just a matter of time.

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On the far edge of the Milky Way the Void Stalker waited. Unlike the many ships the captain had claimed, Void Stalker had never served another. It had been made for the Star Stalker and made well. In a time and place far from here and now the Eldar would model their fleet after this great ship, even naming their primary battleships the Void Stalker class. Compared to the original however they are mere shadows. Swift and deadly, only Destiny could be called more powerful.

Its rightful master had awoken. She had called. Her steed would answer.

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The call had sounded. The Stalker had called for aid.
As in ages past… her followers would answer.

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This is one of the first stories I ever wrote, originally posted on the Whateley Academy forums. I have been told that its pretty good for a first try at serous writing and decided to post it here and see what you guys make of it.

As always constructive criticism is most welcome.