You all have Troll99 to tank for this chapter: the latest chapter of 'Android or Human' gave my Muse a kick in the pants, and she's behaving herself a lot more now (even if she did make me start an Andromeda/Star Trek story you can find under TV-Crossovers)

Echoes of future past, part 23

Deep within the Magog World Ship, the entity known as the spirit of the Spirit of the Abyss stirred: the Adversary was returning for the final battle. The Abyss was slightly angry with its self that it had not taken care of them when he first felt its power, oh so many thousands of years ago, in a galaxy long fallen to his minions, the Harbingers of the Abyss, the Magog. When the Abyss had first come across its race, it had been intrigued with them, and had almost been destroyed as a result.

That race had been more powerful then anything the Abyss had ever encountered, before or since, and they had used their power to try and stop the Abyss from concurring that particular Galaxy. But the Abyss had learned of their plans, and struck: the huge Point-Singularity Projector built into the World Ship had fired over a dozen of its deadly rounds into the races home-world, almost completely destroying them in one go.

It was the 'almost' part that was the problem.

In one last act of defiance, and example of their power, the race had channelled all their life energy into creating a Spirit of Light, a Warrior destined to fight the Abyss wherever it went. So far, it had failed, but then it had never challenged the Abyss as directly as it was doing now. It had almost been in the Abyss grasp once before, but it had escaped, and robed the Abyss of it's prise.

Not this time: the powerful warship that had almost destroyed the World Ship was not approaching this time. No, instead the Spirit of Light was trying to approach unseen on a tiny cargo ship, using its primitive technology to try and hide from the Abyss.

The Abyss roared with laughter: the Adversary had no idea what it was.

Onboard the Maru, Trance felt the Spirit of the Abyss reach out into the void of space. She sighed: it was time to revel her true self, and one of her friend's true destinies. She rested her hand on the back of Dylan's head, "Remember."

TBC

(Like I said, my Muse isn't playing ball, so this chapter was a bit shorter then I would have liked. But, hopefully, she'll start doing what she's told again and the next chapter will be better)