Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I'm simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD's get released.

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Tomorrow's Yet to Come

Chapter Forty-Five – We got Trouble!

General Kobodi waited impatiently in the throne room for Lord Kivar to appear. He paced around the room, trying to contain his frustration. He knew something was wrong, but he wasn't certain Lord Kivar would take his warnings to heart.

"Impudent pup," he said to the empty room. "He doesn't ever listen to anybody but himself. I don't know why I'm wasting my time."

"Is there a problem, General Kobodi?" Kivar said, walking into the room. "Or are you afraid that this 'impudent pup' won't listen to you, General?"

"Lord Kivar, I am sorry, I was merely," Kobodi began groveling.

"Silence!" roared Kivar. "I know exactly what you were doing, and nothing you can say will excuse it." Kivar lifted one hand, and shot a bolt of energy at General Kobodi, knocking him to the ground. Again and again, Kivar shot low level energy bolts into the General, waiting to hear him beg for mercy.

Kobodi writhed on the floor in agony, each bolt sending higher levels of pain coursing through his body. Finally, he could take it no more, and he cried out for mercy to Kivar.

"Please my Lord, no more. I beg you to forgive me!" he cried. "I didn't mean anything by it. You are the supreme ruler of Antar, there is no other but you."

"That's better," said Kivar, shooting one last blast at Kobodi. "Now, tell me why you demanded a meeting, Kobodi. I have little time to waste with you. My Queen needs my attentions."

"Here," said the general. He reached into his pocket and removed a paper, and passed it to Kivar, his hand shaking visibly as he did so. Kivar took the paper, pausing to smile evilly at the weakness shown by Kobodi.

Kivar scanned the paper, his eyes darkening in anger. "What is the meaning of this?" he shouted. "Who dared to use these symbols? They have been outlawed. I want whomever has done this brought to me, immediately!"

"We do not know who has done it, my Lord," Kobodi said, flinching. "We found them all over the grounds where we hold our training exercises."

"These words, 'We can't afford to be innocent, stand up and face the enemy,' what do they mean?"

"I'm not sure Lord Kivar, I can only theorize that they are meant to insight some type of insurrection. The words are rather inflammatory," said General Kobodi.

"We must find them, and crush them," said Kivar. "Whoever this is, remains loyal to the royal family. I have worked tirelessly to stamp out any remaining memories of them, only to have this garbage waved in my face. We need to find those clones Kobodi. Have the Aberjani found anything yet?"

"No, sire," said Kobodi, taking a step backwards. "We've heard from all of them, except Glenarra. We lost contact with her, several weeks ago."

"Damn!" said Kivar. "And she had the most promising lead. Never mind, there is a student at the Training Academy who is working on a tracking device, which will allow us to find them, no matter where they are, and destroy them. Apparently, she has made great strides, and a prototype should be ready for testing soon."

"That is excellent news," said Kobodi, anxious to get back on Kivar's good side.

"How are the trainees coming along, Kobodi?" Kivar asked. "With many of the Aberjani on Earth, looking for Zan and the others, their ranks have diminished."

"They are doing very well, Lord Kivar," said General Kobodi. He thought about the incident on the training field when Mesch had thrown himself in front of a blast intended for Za'nith. It worried him greatly, but he didn't want to risk the displeasure of Lord Kivar by telling him of the selfless act, and what it reminded him of. "There are several promising candidates, that I believe will impress you. Perhaps you could find time to come down and observe them some time."

"As I told you before Kobodi, I am very busy, and I have my Queen to attend to, but perhaps this time, I will make an exception. Expect me tomorrow morning."

"Thank you Lord Kivar," said Kobodi, bowing deeply. "And please give my respects to Queen Vilondra, as well. It is wonderful to have her back on Antar and at your side where she belongs."

"I will give Her Majesty your greetings Kobodi," said Kivar, leaving the room.

Kobodi watched him leave, and then continued to pace around the room, limping slightly from the injuries Kivar had inflicted upon him. As he paced, General Kobodi made note of the enormous amount of wealth that filled the room.

Lord Kivar certainly isn't depriving himself or his precious queen any worldly goods, Kobodi thought to himself. He limped to the doorway, wondering about Queen Vilondra. I never would have thought she would have allowed it to happen, he thought. She fought harder than her brother when we stormed the castle.

As he walked through the halls of the palace, Kobodi allowed his mind to travel back in time to the day they successfully overthrew the castle.

The sounds of the battle surrounded them. Some filled the air, as did the dying screams of soldiers on both sides. It was luck, more than anything else that allowed them to breach the doors of the palace. The Antarian Guard fought valiantly, but they were no match for the mercenaries Kivar had searched the galaxy to hire. Kobodi was almost gleeful, when he entered the palace, and saw King Zan, fighting side by side with his soldiers. One thing you could say for Zan, he never thought himself better than anyone else.

Kobodi worked his way around the fighting, and struggled to get closer to Zan, and his trained monkey, Rath. Gleefully, he moved into range, and fired at King Zan. He knew if he managed to kill the king, Kivar would reward him, greatly.

"Zan!" Rath had yelled. He reached over and knocked Zan out of the way, and was stuck by the energy bolt Kobodi had fired. Rath crumpled to the ground, his last words calling to the others to protect Zan with their lives. Zan spun around and screamed; a sound filled with both hatred and agony.

"I'll kill you!" he screamed, but in that second, Kobodi fired off another bolt of energy, striking Zan dead.

Kivar walked through the palace doors, an evil smile of satisfaction on his face.

"Surrender, all of you, or die! You'll find yourselves dead on the ground like your precious king!" he shouted to he Antarian Guard that filled the hall.

As one, the called out that they'd rather die, and one by one, Kivar and his mercenaries killed them.

Kivar reached down and grabbed one of the wounded guardsmen by his hair, and pulled his head up.

"Where are the others?" he asked. "Where are Princess Vilondra, and Ava?"

"I'd rather die than answer you?" spat the guardsman.

"You are going to die regardless," said Kivar with a laugh. "The difference being in how quick and how painless it is."

The guardsman's only answer was to spit in Kivar's face.

"Bastard!" said Kivar. He punched the guard in the face with his free hand, and shot an energy bolt into his stomach.

"Long live King Zan," the guardsman gasped with his dying voice.

"A bit late for that," said Kivar with a laugh. "Take that trash over there," he said to Kobodi, looking in the direction of Zan and Rath's bodies, "And throw them out in the courtyard." He dropped the man's body on the floor, and stepped on it as he made his way into the great hall, searching for Vilondra.

"Vilondra, come out, come out where ever you are," he chanted in a sing-song voice. He paused, and heard the sound of a slamming door in the distance.

"Of course," he said. "The throne room. Where else would she possibly go."

A cadre of mercenaries, lead by Kobodi joined Kivar just as he reached the throne room. At a signal from Kobodi, they wrenched the doors from their hinges, only to be met with a continuous assault of energy bolts. A row of mercenaries fell, only to be replaced with another.

"Push forward!" Kivar yelled. "Kill them all, except the Princess. She must be taken alive."

"The hell I will!" yelled a voice from inside the throne room, and the energy blasts increased. "I'll see you dead first."

"Surrender, Princess!" Kivar yelled. "It's too late. Your brother's body lays dead in the courtyard, along side his worthless general."

"No!" yelled another voice, and Ava stepped out from a behind a barricade and began firing energy bolts with all her might. Countless mercenaries fell at her onslaught, and one struck Kobodi with a glancing blow, causing him to be thrown backwards against a wall.

"Bitch!" he screamed. He fired a bolt directly at Ava's head. She dove out of the way, striking her head against the base of Zan's throne, knocking her unconscious.

"Take her and lock her up!" Kobodi ordered, "She's mine!"

"Go play with your little toy, Kobodi," Kivar said. "I can handle Princess Vilondra."

"Handle this, you sick bastard!" Vilondra shouted. She stepped out from behind a throne firing energy bolts from one hand, and in her other hand, she held a dagger. She threw the knife with amazing accuracy, striking Kivar in the face.

"Come closer, and I'll kill you!" she shouted.

"Lord Kivar!" shouted Kobodi.

"Leave us, NOW!" Kivar shouted, firing a blast at Vilondra.

Kobodi turned and walked away as one last scream from Vilondra filled the air.

She fought so valiantly then, he thought. Why, now, does she follow him around like a faithful puppy?" Kobodi continued his train of thought as he walked down the empty passageways. A flash of movement caught his attention, and he turned to see a figure dart down a hallway.

Without conscious thought, Kobodi turned down the hallway, and followed the swiftly moving figure. He moved quickly, and grabbed the figure and spun it around so it faced him. Shocked at what he saw, he released the figure and bowed low.

"Forgive me Queen Vilondra. I did not realize it was you."

Isabel assumed the vacant expression she had seen on the face of her duplicate. She gave a half smile and turned away, and continued down the hallway, her heart beating rapidly in fear. As she walked, she listened for the sounds of Kobodi's retreating footsteps. When she could hear them no longer, she turned and quickly retraced her steps until she came to the throne room.

Isabel opened the door and entered the room and looked around. It was beautiful but it didn't stir any memories in her. She tamped down the emotions that were trying to struggle to the surface and quickly went to work. When she was done, Isabel crept quietly out of the throne room, and made her way back to the ambassadorial staff room.