Chapter Six: Imagine….
AN: Lots of stuff to finish up today. Good TLW last night, and now am fully motivated to write!
CR: NO!!! NO MORE!
"Coffee…Need…Coffee…" Marguerite stumbled into the kitchen, still half-asleep. Roxton poured himself and challenger a cup of steaming tea, "Sorry Marguerite. No coffee, but I'll be sure to pick some up at the Zanga tribe later today." Roxton half-smiled, watching the frantic woman tear apart the table, "No coffee?" She cried.
Challenger nodded, "Its just all the same…But if anything," He pressed a plate at her, "Toast?" he asked.
She refused the bread, "No thanks." She muttered, "Coffee would be great, though."
Ned and Veronica walked in, just arriving from their morning walk. Challenger nodded as the pair came and sat down, "How was your time?" he asked.
Ned smiled, "Excellent… The sky was just wonderful."
Veronica nodded, "After you being gone and all, it must be wonderful to see the sky again."
Ned agreed, "Mostly, but its even better to be back with you all again." Veronica slightly blushed at this, and started picking away at the plate of fruit that was set before her.
Marguerite looked up from her dish, wiping her mouth on a napkin, "Any sign of Cirrus?"
Veronica shook her head, "No… It's been nearly a month, and there's been no sign of him anywhere."
Roxton nodded, "What about the crater? We've searched everywhere else except there."
Ned shook his head, "That's the problem…. The Zanga will not let us go near it. Something about that site being sacred to them and all."
Challenger grimaced, "That could be were he has gone, but until we can travel and find the answers ourselves…"
Veronica nodded, "I wonder what he's doing?"
Roxton shook his head, "Like it matters, the kids out of our hair now! Let's not totally forget that!"
Veronica was about to speak a few select words to Roxton, when a loud tremor begun. The group feel silent, then marguerite screamed. The tremor became an immense earthquake, shaking the treehouse, sending down books, pots shelves. Slamming the group down hard onto the wooden floor. The small house shook, the boards groaning as the stresses was cast upon them.
Ned put his arms over Veronica' head, he closed his eyes, and the shaking slowly faded away. He carefully rose onto his feet, looking about. "I think it's done with." He told the group. Each one rising to their shaky legs, looking about. Challenger noted, "Watch out for falling items, they may have become unstable during the shockwaves."
Veronica shook her head, "I wonder what could have causes such a vibration?"
Roxton shook his head, "What ever it was… It was big…" He wiped his brow, "I hope something like that doesn't happen again…"
Cirrus fist slammed down onto the control panel. He flexed his hand experimentally, feeling the flash of pain dissipating from his pounding hand. He looked about, shaking his head, and cursing softly. He pressed a few switches, restarting the takeoff procedures. His mind raced at the course of evens, nothing in his life could have prepared him for what happened in those few weeks separate from the group. It had happened so quickly, the discovery of the fallen cruiser…. The ship buried underneath miles of rubble, but somehow… The ship had survived; a cave cut out by its own photonic weapons. Held the ship at bay, it hovered in the air. Its massive 700-meter long shape, oddly streamed line, its four powerful engines humming softly, and its thick outer hull covered with fast rotating turrets.
He had found that ship… Drawn by the powerful emanations of the core… The core powered by the Kotari crystal. Not some mere shard, but the whole Gem… Over 3 meters in length. Its shape, texture, colors just like the small gems. Only this one, had enough power to control thousands of ships. It was a central Core, for his whole word! This ship, must have been a power source for his ancient homewards main fleet!
And after all this time… It was still active, keeping itself humming along at optimal efficient. Waiting for someone to bring it back out into the heavens….
Cirrus walked across the Command Bridge, looking out the main view screen. The inner walls of the cave could be easily blow apart, the problem was the ship avion system was damaged by the crash landing. The ship's own self restoration systems had repaired 90% of the damage done by the crash, but the Avion system needed to be replaced.
"The ship can fly… But It just doesn't know how without its flight procedure." He muttered to himself. Looking about, he was the only one on the whole 35 decks of the ship. The crews had long since died, probably some of them are the forefathers of the Zanga or were killed in the crash.
He walked over to the circular helm control, and restated the primary engine converters. The ships lights dimmed, as the engines came on-line. The cave shook as the powerful galactic drive of the engines streamed forth, like four blue and white pillars, vaporizing large chunks of rock, charring a path into the caves wall.
Cirrus let the test fire run for a few seconds, then shut down the engines. The loud rumble became a faint humming as the cooling systems brought down the engines output temperature. "It's only a matter of time…" He thought to himself…
He pressed a small button on the control panel, brining up a visual of the Zanga village. Some the of huts were broken and burning. The heat from the engines must have reached trough the miles of rock, bursting forth like a gaiser and roasted the poor saps in their huts. The villages ran around, screaming, pulling friends and family from the burning wreckage… One small child was not as lucky, as trying to flee from a hut, he tripped… And cried out once, as the inflamed hut collapsed onto him. His small body pinned by the inferno of the wood and sticks.
Cirrus shook his head, "He didn't have a chance…" He thought, "Just like I wasn't given a fair chance at life." He pressed the engine calibration, and brought the shields on line…
AN: Lots of stuff to finish up today. Good TLW last night, and now am fully motivated to write!
CR: NO!!! NO MORE!
"Coffee…Need…Coffee…" Marguerite stumbled into the kitchen, still half-asleep. Roxton poured himself and challenger a cup of steaming tea, "Sorry Marguerite. No coffee, but I'll be sure to pick some up at the Zanga tribe later today." Roxton half-smiled, watching the frantic woman tear apart the table, "No coffee?" She cried.
Challenger nodded, "Its just all the same…But if anything," He pressed a plate at her, "Toast?" he asked.
She refused the bread, "No thanks." She muttered, "Coffee would be great, though."
Ned and Veronica walked in, just arriving from their morning walk. Challenger nodded as the pair came and sat down, "How was your time?" he asked.
Ned smiled, "Excellent… The sky was just wonderful."
Veronica nodded, "After you being gone and all, it must be wonderful to see the sky again."
Ned agreed, "Mostly, but its even better to be back with you all again." Veronica slightly blushed at this, and started picking away at the plate of fruit that was set before her.
Marguerite looked up from her dish, wiping her mouth on a napkin, "Any sign of Cirrus?"
Veronica shook her head, "No… It's been nearly a month, and there's been no sign of him anywhere."
Roxton nodded, "What about the crater? We've searched everywhere else except there."
Ned shook his head, "That's the problem…. The Zanga will not let us go near it. Something about that site being sacred to them and all."
Challenger grimaced, "That could be were he has gone, but until we can travel and find the answers ourselves…"
Veronica nodded, "I wonder what he's doing?"
Roxton shook his head, "Like it matters, the kids out of our hair now! Let's not totally forget that!"
Veronica was about to speak a few select words to Roxton, when a loud tremor begun. The group feel silent, then marguerite screamed. The tremor became an immense earthquake, shaking the treehouse, sending down books, pots shelves. Slamming the group down hard onto the wooden floor. The small house shook, the boards groaning as the stresses was cast upon them.
Ned put his arms over Veronica' head, he closed his eyes, and the shaking slowly faded away. He carefully rose onto his feet, looking about. "I think it's done with." He told the group. Each one rising to their shaky legs, looking about. Challenger noted, "Watch out for falling items, they may have become unstable during the shockwaves."
Veronica shook her head, "I wonder what could have causes such a vibration?"
Roxton shook his head, "What ever it was… It was big…" He wiped his brow, "I hope something like that doesn't happen again…"
Cirrus fist slammed down onto the control panel. He flexed his hand experimentally, feeling the flash of pain dissipating from his pounding hand. He looked about, shaking his head, and cursing softly. He pressed a few switches, restarting the takeoff procedures. His mind raced at the course of evens, nothing in his life could have prepared him for what happened in those few weeks separate from the group. It had happened so quickly, the discovery of the fallen cruiser…. The ship buried underneath miles of rubble, but somehow… The ship had survived; a cave cut out by its own photonic weapons. Held the ship at bay, it hovered in the air. Its massive 700-meter long shape, oddly streamed line, its four powerful engines humming softly, and its thick outer hull covered with fast rotating turrets.
He had found that ship… Drawn by the powerful emanations of the core… The core powered by the Kotari crystal. Not some mere shard, but the whole Gem… Over 3 meters in length. Its shape, texture, colors just like the small gems. Only this one, had enough power to control thousands of ships. It was a central Core, for his whole word! This ship, must have been a power source for his ancient homewards main fleet!
And after all this time… It was still active, keeping itself humming along at optimal efficient. Waiting for someone to bring it back out into the heavens….
Cirrus walked across the Command Bridge, looking out the main view screen. The inner walls of the cave could be easily blow apart, the problem was the ship avion system was damaged by the crash landing. The ship's own self restoration systems had repaired 90% of the damage done by the crash, but the Avion system needed to be replaced.
"The ship can fly… But It just doesn't know how without its flight procedure." He muttered to himself. Looking about, he was the only one on the whole 35 decks of the ship. The crews had long since died, probably some of them are the forefathers of the Zanga or were killed in the crash.
He walked over to the circular helm control, and restated the primary engine converters. The ships lights dimmed, as the engines came on-line. The cave shook as the powerful galactic drive of the engines streamed forth, like four blue and white pillars, vaporizing large chunks of rock, charring a path into the caves wall.
Cirrus let the test fire run for a few seconds, then shut down the engines. The loud rumble became a faint humming as the cooling systems brought down the engines output temperature. "It's only a matter of time…" He thought to himself…
He pressed a small button on the control panel, brining up a visual of the Zanga village. Some the of huts were broken and burning. The heat from the engines must have reached trough the miles of rock, bursting forth like a gaiser and roasted the poor saps in their huts. The villages ran around, screaming, pulling friends and family from the burning wreckage… One small child was not as lucky, as trying to flee from a hut, he tripped… And cried out once, as the inflamed hut collapsed onto him. His small body pinned by the inferno of the wood and sticks.
Cirrus shook his head, "He didn't have a chance…" He thought, "Just like I wasn't given a fair chance at life." He pressed the engine calibration, and brought the shields on line…