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.
Chapter Sixty – Seven – The Battle Part Two
"Isabel, Isabel, wake up. Don't be dead, Isabel."
Isabel, moving upward through the layers of consciousness groaned.
"Maria?" she whispered. "See, I kept my promise, I'm not dead. I just wish I was."
"That's good, but I'm not Maria," said the voice.
Isabel struggled against the fog that clouded her mind and she forced herself to open her eyes. The image in front of her wavered in and out of focus, and Isabel blinked her eyes several times, unwilling to believe what she was seeing.
"Sheriff Valenti?" she asked, shocked. "Is that you? What are you doing here? Oh, please, don't tell me I had an accident and this has all been some type of Dallas shower dream?"
"It's me, Isabel. I'm here, and let me tell you, I was so worried when I saw, hell, what did I see? It looked like you, knocking you unconscious."
Isabel groaned as she pulled herself to a sitting position. "What are you doing here?" she asked. "Never mind that, HOW did you get here?"
"Well I'm here because I didn't like the thought of you kids fighting a war without some back up," explained Jim.
"Jim, we have half the damn world behind us," said Isabel.
"Well, now you have half the damn world plus one behind you," said Jim. "As for how I got here, that's a little bit more complicated. We don't really need to go into it now."
"Yes, we do," said Isabel, her voice growing suspicious. "As a matter of fact, I think we need to go into a couple of things, right now. First, tell me exactly how you got here." She held up her hand and pressed it against Jim's chest. "Or you will be very sorry."
Jim swallowed deeply, trying to calm the fear that rose in his chest. This was an Isabel he had never seen before, a serious and deadly Isabel. He wiped a bead of sweat from his brow and prepared to explain.
"I met Che'koth in the pod chamber, and he explained about the belts that Alex had created. I helped him round up the rebels, and we brought them back to the pod chamber to transport out. I didn't think it made a lot of sense to have people disappearing in downtown Roswell."
At this comment, Isabel smiled recalling Kyle's reaction when he found out he and his father were thinking the same way.
"Anyhow, I told Che'koth I wanted to go back with him to help you, and he disagreed. So I persuaded him that he was wrong," explained Jim.
"Persuaded him, how?" questioned Isabel, not liking the tone of his voice.
"With the butt of my service revolver," Jim admitted. "I whacked him over the head and knocked him out. I grabbed his belt and here I am."
"Che'koth went down to Earth yesterday," said Isabel suspiciously. "Where have you been since then?"
"Lying in a huddled mass in some tunnel," said Jim. "I guess space travel doesn't agree with me. I slept for what seemed like forever. I followed some people out of the tunnel today, but I didn't realize it was all of you until you were out of sight."
"This is all quite well and good," said Isabel, almost convinced. "But I'm still not sure. Give me one good reason why I should kill you right here."
"Because I never told your parents I caught you and Alex parking out in Millers Woods one night when you were supposed to be at the library," said Jim.
"Sheriff, it really is you!" cried Isabel. She threw herself into the sheriff's arms and hugged him tightly. "How are our parents? How is everybody?"
"Everybody was fine," said Jim. "Or they were the last time I saw them."
"Look we need to get out of here," said Isabel. "Follow me."
"Follow you?" Jim asked. "Isabel, you can barely sit up, let alone lead me anywhere. What happened back there anyhow? Who was that other person?"
"The guy was Kivar," said Isabel. "The woman, well she was another me; a plaything he made for himself."
"A plaything he made for himself?" queried Jim.
"Yeah, you know, a duplicate, a clone. Kivar wanted Vilondra, and when she wouldn't bow down to him, he killed her, but he realized that he needed her, so he made himself a new one," Isabel explained bitterly. "Now help me up, we need to get out of here before he gets back."
Jim stood up and helped Isabel to her feet and helped her down the hallway.
"Why did she do that to you?" asked Jim. "Or should I be asking why didn't she kill you?"
"I don't know," said Isabel. "She can't speak, and I heard that she doesn't really think. She just wanders around after Kivar, like a little puppy dog."
"Were are we heading now?" asked Jim. "Someplace where you can rest, I hope."
"Up here," said Isabel, pointing to a staircase. "We're meeting Maria and the rest of our team at the throne room. We're going to try and seal it off so that Kivar can't get in there again."
"Can you do that?" Jim asked, helping Isabel up the stairs.
"We'll find out in a second," said Isabel. "Look there they are."
"Um, Isabel, why do you have someone who looks suspiciously like Sheriff Valenti with you?" Maria asked, her voice trembling.
"Possibly because it is Sheriff Valenti," said Isabel.
"Okay, Isabel, why are you practically being carried by Sheriff Valenti?"
"Because I tracked down Kivar, and his little Vilondra clone knocked me out."
"I don't suppose you though to bring any cedar oil with you?" Maria asked Jim who shook his head.
"I give up," said Maria, throwing her hands up in the air. "We had a plan. I specifically remember a plan. But is anybody following the plan? No, I don't think so."
"Focus Maria, focus," said Isabel. "I'm here, we're following the plan now."
"Can you do it?" Maria asked.
"I'm going to try. Get the others to guard my back. You watch the sheriff," she added in an undertone. "I'll do this as quick as I can, and we'll get the hell out of here."
Isabel walked up to the throne room door and placed her hand over it. She focused intently on the memories Che'koth had implanted until she found what she needed. A burst of light shot out from her hand, and the door to the throne room disappeared, leaving only the Antarian Seal in its place.
"That was too cool," said Maria, rushing over to Isabel, dragging the sheriff along with her. "Are you okay?"
"Surprisingly, I feel better," said Isabel. "Stronger even. Come on, we need to get outside."
The rebels, along with Isabel, Maria and Jim Valenti rushed down several staircases, and back out the side entrance. The battle raged around them, and Maria led them to a stand of trees that would provide some shelter while the organized themselves. Isabel grabbed one of the rebels and pulled her to one side.
"Do you see that man?" she asked, pointing to the sheriff.
"Yes, Princess," said Lynran.
"Your job is to guard him with your life. Do whatever you have to do to keep him safe. He must be protected at all costs. Do you understand me?"
"Yes Princess," answered the woman.
"Thank you Lynran," said Isabel. "He is a very special friend to the royal family. People!" she shouted. "We need to make our way around to the front of the palace. Are you with me?"
"We are with you, Princess!" shouted the rebels. "We are with you!"
Kivar himself led the next wave of Aberjani's out into the courtyard. He jumped up on a pile of rubble and began to scream directions. As he shouted, his eyes searched the approaching rebel forces until his gaze locked in on his hated enemy.
"Give up, Zan!" he shouted at Max. "I killed you once, I'll kill you again!"
"Surrender Kivar!" Max yelled. "Surrender and we'll let you live."
"Fool!" shouted Kivar. "Haven't you learned anything? There is no mercy for those weaker than you. You are too softhearted Zan. It has always been your greatest weakness!"
A loud explosion filled the air, and bright flash of light blinded everyone temporarily. Panicked shouts filled the air as everyone tried to figure out exactly what had happened.
"Shit, Maxwell, look!" Michael shouted pointing to the top of the palace.
Max along with the others looked up to where Michael was pointing. There atop the highest part of the castle was the Granolith, and it filled the air around it with a shimmering light.
"The Granolith," people around Max whispered in awe. "The Granolith is back."
"Max, focus!" shouted Liz, pushing to the ground as a bolt of energy passed over his head. "You have to focus, no matter what. Remember what Che'koth said?"
"I don't know what kind of foolish trick this is, Zan!" shouted Kivar. "But it's too late. The Granolith can't help you. Kill him!"
Several Aberjani hefted their weapons and pointed into the growing crowd of rebels, but more threw their weapons to the ground and ran towards the rebels, their hands raised in the universal sign of surrender. Max reached down and grabbed one of the weapons and pointed it at Kivar.
"Go ahead, Zan!" shouted Kivar. "Do it. Nothing would give me greater pleasure!"
"As you wish," said Max. He depressed the firing mechanism and watched with satisfaction as the energy bolt went straight to Kivar's heart, incinerating him.
"No!" came the angry shout, and Max spun around to see General Kobodi battling his way towards him. He ran towards Max, his arm extended as he prepared to shoot a bolt of energy at the king he killed once already. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a figure tackled him and sent him flying to the ground.
"You son of a fucking bitch!" shouted Kyle. "I've been waiting to do this for to fucking long. He began to beat Kobodi with his fists shouting as he did.
"You killed her you bastard. You raped and killed her, and now, I'm going to kill you! You are a worthless piece of shit!"
Kyle was so intent on destroying Kobodi that he failed to notice one of the remaining Aberjani sneak up behind him and pull him off of Kobodi and throw him to the ground.
"You weak and worthless trash," Kobodi snapped, through the blood that filled his mouth. "Who is it that you defend so honorably? No matter. I'll kill you where you stand."
"Kyle, look out!" screamed Ava.
"Ah, so that's it," said Kobodi, his eyes filled with hate. "Ava, the fair Ava. Yes, I did so enjoy my time with her. It was such a shame that she died so quickly. But fate has brought me another Ava. How kind."
"You mother fucking son of a bitch," said Kyle, struggling to stand up. "I'm going to kill you if it's the last thing I do."
"It very well could be," said Kobodi. He raised his hand and pointed it at Kyle, firing a steady bolt of energy at him.
"Kyle look out!" a voice shouted, as someone knocked him to the ground.
Dazed, Kyle looked up to see Michael, Zan and Max all fire at Kobodi, causing his body to disintegrate into a pile of ash. He pushed himself up, trying to figure out who had pushed him out of the way. He looked around, and let out a scream filled with pain. Lying on the ground next to him was the body of his father.