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"Hear Me"
Chapter 4 – 'Disturbing Dreams'
Deep in the depths of an unknown solar system, wrapped up in clouds of dust and glittering stars, a lone ship hung in the loneliness of the dark. Gigantic and intimidating, and dirty from decades of space travel, the craft belonged to a well known villainous alien warlord, known simply as Draconian. As vile as his name sounded, the creature ruled the galaxy of Sentros with an iron fist, literally. Commonly seen dressed from head to toe in a black leather trench coat, and a tall mask adorned with sharp black spikes. Draconian was not to be messed with.
That particularly dark and dismal day in the Alpha Quadrant, Draconian could be found slumped upon his over-sized throne in the central command centre of his ship. In his hand was an orb, which was glowing a violent purple colour and emitting dangerous sparks. His long nails stroked it fondly as he gazed into its depths.
His dark, unforgiving eyes found another craft quite a while away. On it were three life forms, though one was locked in a confinement card. Space Patrol Delta's invention, no doubt, he mused silently. I haven't had to deal with them since I paid that fool Gruumm to destroy Sirius for me. Argh, he failed to take over Earth as I told him too. Then again, if you want something doing, do it yourself. After all, DIY is my favourite hobby…
Draconian studied the life forms upon the ship. One, he found, was fast asleep, mumbling to himself absently. Another, a female, was carefully navigating the ship through the stars. The final life form was locked inside the confinement card, stashed away in a cast-iron box, complete with three locks. Two biometric fingerprint locks and a password. Not so difficult, especially after seeing what I have to deal with. Look at that imbecile snoring like a pig. It's him who should be locked up, not my faithful Tyrannotron.
He placed the orb in the centre of a circular table near him. After pressing a few combinations of keys and buttons, a map of the Milky Way appeared. Sentros bordered the Milky Way very closely. SPD had locked all entrances to Sentros to prevent Draconian from entering. Doggie Cruger himself had done it a little less than half a century before. Only, there was one entrance that still remained, and now seemed the right time to use it. Excellent, my ship will appear in the Milky Way a mere mile away from that craft. They won't know what hit them. Draconian let out a small chuckle. Those two SPD officers are in way over their heads. They didn't even see Tyrannotron activate his homing signal. Fools.
Draconian stood up and grabbed the orb from the table. "Captain Bezu!" His shouts echoed throughout the ship. Not so long later, a tall, well built humanoid with lizard like features appeared. He bowed before Draconian.
"Yes, my lord? How may I be of service to you?" His voice was slick with anticipation and hatred.
Draconian smiled, revealing two sharp fangs protruding from his mouth. "Dear cousin, set a source for the Zenta Gate. We're going on a road trip."
Captain Bezu bowed deeper. "Your wish is my command, my lord." The captain left through a door to the left, leaving Draconian to his sinister thoughts.
I'm coming for you…
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Luminous violet smoke swirled, drifting along the floor lazily. The cell was dark, and the only light was that of a red moon thousand of light years away peering in through a tiny window. The walls were damp and dirty, and the smell was sickening. He could hear the deathly screams from the next cell.
The door flew open, and a tall impersonating figure, shadowed by the dark, stood menacingly in the doorway, holding a limp body in his arms. It was female, her dark raven hair stained with crimson blood. The man threw the body into the cell, and left with a disturbing laugh, which hung around eerily.
The body sprawled on the floor didn't move. She was dead…
From his deep slumber, Bridge awoke, startled. He was sweating quire profusely, and his hazel eyes were suddenly wide open. His heart was racing, beating loudly like a drum. He had been dreaming.
"Bridge, are you okay?" Z's inquiring voice sounded from the cockpit. "You were screaming!" Within seconds she was by his side, wiping his forehead. "Bridge! Talk to me!"
Bridge became aware of how close Z actually was to him, and gave a false cough. "Yeah, bad dream, I think." Clumsily, Bridge sat himself up, and Z took residence beside him.
"What kind of dream? Was it an ordinary dream or nightmare? Or was it a premonition?"
"The latter I think." Bridge sighed. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe the images of the dream from his mind. It wasn't working. He couldn't get the disturbing picture of that dead girl out of his head, and Bridge had a horrible gut feeling he knew who it was.
Z looked at Bridge directly in the eyes, concerned for her friend. "Are you okay? You seem awfully shook up by it. Was it that bad? You can tell me, you know."
No, he couldn't tell her. He'd only make her scared, and he wouldn't wish that on her.
"It's nothing, Z. Just…nothing."
"No, Bridge. I can see how it's affecting you already. Talk to me."
The blue ranger shook his head. "No, Z, honestly."
"Bridge, just tell me."
He lost his temper so quickly that he said what was on his mind before he had thought of how it might sound. It came out quite harshly. "I said no, Z!"
The atmosphere in the ship suddenly went cold. Z's brown eyes widened in shock to Bridge's sudden abruptness.
Bridge turned away from Z, ashamed of how he had acted. She got up without a word, and resumed her position in the cockpit.
Well, that's torn it, he though miserably.
Seconds later, the ship shook violently. Bridge was thrown from his bunk and onto the ground. He groaned as he landed on his funny bone, thinking that that would probably bruise the next day. The ship continued to rock from side to side, making it difficult for Bridge to reach Z. She was trying in vain to regain control, but it was useless. Bridge stood beside her, attempting to find his balance. They made eye contact; Z's face was lined with terror. He grabbed onto her hand and held it tightly. Nothing was going to happen to them; to her.
Before they knew it, the ship was engulfed in a bright purple light. Z's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell to the floor, helpless. Bridge looked around in horror, but he too collapsed, all thoughts vanished.
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Well hello there! I haven't seen you in a while! I am a terrible author, I apologise. My muse was simply lost. Anyway, I managed to find it again after watching Spooks and listening to Evanescence's new album. 'Tis brilliant, I advise you buy it.
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