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Author's note: Okay! Here's the second part to Ordo Triforceus, incase you haven't noticed, it means Order Of The Triforce in English. Since I got a review from evanesced-twilight04 (thank you and I love your story! :D) and Winged Knight (your story ROCKS! ;D) I'll continue writing!
PART 2: ELDAR OF THE BLOODY HANDED GOD
Chapter 7 (continued): Automags To Zappguns
Ganondorf led Link further down the hall of the weapons storage room. "So many weapons!" Link gasped in awe. "Ha, ha", Ganondorf laughed before continuing, "you'll be using some of them too, Link!" "Goddesses!" Link gasped again. "Okay!" Ganondorf stopped in front of a containment unit that looked like a giant safe. As he did before, Ganondorf stuck his key card into the reader and the door clicked and opened without a further sound. "Follow me." He said to Link. Link did as he was told. "How long does this hall go?" Link asked, getting tired of walking. "Hold your horses!" Ganondorf said to him, his voice posing a hint of amusement. "Here is where I keep all my special weapons and prototypes!" Ganondorf stated as he lifted his arms. "So?" Link asked him. Ganondorf walked over to a very organized table at the far corner of the room off to the right. The table seemed absurdly dwarfed to the rest of the huge weapons locker, and all that rested upon it was a very large, gun-shaped bump covered with a black cloth. As usual, Link followed. Ganondorf turned to face him. "May I introduce you", Ganondorf started as he pulled off the cloth, "to the Flak Cannon!" Link smiled. "You made this!?" His grin widening as he said the words. "Yep", Ganondorf said, looking proud of his work, "and your going to test it out for me." Link's eyes went wide. "Me?!" He exclaimed. "Yes", Ganondorf replied back casually, "if you can lift it . . . ." "Oh, joy." Link said bluntly. Ganondorf smiled.
Chapter 8: The Second Night
Link went directly to his quarters after dinner. He walked down the silent hall. It was so creepy at night, mostly because it wasn't filled with bustling people running to their positions and riddled with noise. Even though it wasn't dark Link still was somewhat afraid. Because of the lights? The futuristic "space-ship" type feel? He didn't know. As he came to the door of his room he slipped the ID card Ganondorf had given him with his new clothes, into the reader. Everything here was "run" by key cards. No ID, no passage. As Link stepped into his room a thought just hit him. Ganondorf had said to him that he was welcome to roam around on his free time . . . just as long as he had his card with him at ALL times. Link looked at his hat on his well-made bed. Today was the first day he had NOT worn his hat in a very long time. He put it on. It felt like another part of his body; he had a lot of memories with this hat, oh yes, a lot. He brushed his hair out of his face, yes, maybe he would check out this stronghold. With a grin he turned and walked out, the door closing automatically behind him.
Link walked until he came to a map. "Okay", he said to himself quietly, "basement four is recreation. I think I'll take a look-see." He took a thing called an "elevator", this clever invention using a key card as well. Why couldn't they have had one of these in the Water Temple? Old times where Ganondorf was the bad guy, but it didn't seem like that now. He had fought only to find himself starting another quest. The elevator stopped promptly after his short reverie and he walked out into a hall way almost identical to his. The only difference was the large sign reading "B4". Several doors were open as he walked down the hall. He peered into the second open door he came upon. "Hello, Link!" A voice exclaimed. Link looked at a group of four people sitting around a table playing a card game. A Goron that had first greeted him waved for him to come over. Reluctantly Link came. "Do you want to play Poker with us, Link?" The Goron asked. "No thanks." He said as he looked at the other three people, all being Hylain. "How come?" One of the Hylains queried. Link immediately had an answer. "Sorry you guys, but I'm only here to check this place out, really. Maybe another time?" The four people nodded. "Okay then, have a nice night!" The Goron said. "You to." Link replied and walked out.
Link leisurely continued down the hallway until he came to the last door on his right. It was open ajar spilling a dim light into the hall. He knocked on the door. "What?!", came a slightly annoyed voice, "go away!" Link recognized it as Ganondorf's voice and replied. "Can I come in?" Link yelled. "Link?", Ganondorf yelled back, "of course, come in." Link opened the door and closed it behind him. It was a reasonably sized room with two tables and chairs for both. Though the lighting was incredibly dim compared to the rest of the complex. At the very back of the room was a bar area where Ganondorf sat with a bottle of some sort of drink and a shot glass. Behind the bar it was lined with various types of liquor, all in a unique bottle of different colours and shapes. Ganondorf sat slumped over his glass and finally looked over at Link. "Hey, what are you waiting for, Christmas?" "What?", Link asked himself, "Christmas?" "Oh, I forgot, you wouldn't know what Christmas is. Come over here." Ganondorf finally said at Link's shocked expression when he said the word "Christmas". Link came and took a seat beside Ganondorf. Ganondorf smiled at him. "So?", Link began sarcastically, "can you tell me what Christmas is?" "The old Archeo Pirates speak of it", Ganondorf told Link, "it's some ceremony of a long forgotten religion. I hear you would get gifts and crap but those old stories are a load of bull. The saying I used is just a nice way of saying hurry up and get your ass over here, that's all." "Oh" Link said. "How rude of me, here." Ganondorf said as he got up and took another shot glass from beside him. "Drink?" He said and turned to Link. Link sighed. "I guess", he said. Ganondorf poured the chestnut liquid into to the glass. "Thanks", said Link. "No problem", Ganondorf replied back. "So what brings you down here?", Ganondorf asked. "Just exploring", Link gave him a witty smile as he said the words. "Your up to no good!", Ganondorf joked. Link just grinned. "Why so down?" Link questioned to Ganondorf. "Ahhh, whole damn base is going to hell in a hand basket. If the Eldar strike again before we do, were toast." Ganondorf moaned as he cradled his head in his hands. Link took a sip of his drink. "What do you say we do about it?" asked Link. "Bomb the fuckers ta hell! That's what I'm gonna do, send 'em back where they came from!" Ganondorf's calm tone for such a statement was extremely unnerving. It was just the pure determination in his voice that made Link realize Ganondorf was going to do something, and when he did the Eldar would pay. "I've been meaning to ask you this", Link started to say, "you're different, from the way you dress to the way you act. Why?" Ganondorf leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. "I changed in these short five years while you were away to accommodate my situation. And yes, it took the Goddesses five years to even find you within the flow of time, let alone for them to build up the power it takes for time travel." "It's just you look so different, I was worried, in a sense." Said Link as he looked at Ganondorf's outfit. He didn't look like the Gerudo king any more; in fact, he looked like an army mechanic after a long days work. His white muscle shirt was stained from oil and gasoline and his camo pants were black with filth. To complete it, he had two shiny silver dog tags dangling from around his neck. Link assumed they had his name and ID on them. Ganondorf finally realized that Link had his eyes on him. He smiled and said, "I work Link. The way I acted and the clothes I wore in the past were inconvenient for this type of life style. Soon you'll be looking the way I do now at the end of each day because your going to be doing the same thing I do." Link groaned. "All in good time, boy. Well, I'm going to bed", Ganondorf said as he stretched his arms above his head. Link watched as he took his shot glass and swallowed the liquid in one gulp. Link did the same . . . . He then realized it was a bad idea and he shouldn't have done that. A woozy filling clouded his head followed by a minor headache. He shook his head and the feeling soon passed. Ganondorf laughed. "I think that was a little to strong for you", Ganondorf said but quickly added, "Ahh well, first time for everything I suppose." Link looked at him, intrigued. "I mean, your going to be one unhappy guy when you wake up in the middle of the night to puke your guts out." Ganondorf stated matter-of-factly. "Oh that's nice!" the sarcastic feel of Link's voice so priceless that Ganondorf needed to chuckle to himself. "You'll learn, kid, now let's get some sleep." Link followed Ganondorf to the elevator. "What floor are you?" Link asked. "Same as yours", Ganondorf replied back. Two floors later they arrived at their destinations. "Hey, your room is right beside mine!" Link exclaimed. "Damn right!", Ganondorf said with a playful smile, "I'm your trainer, remember?" Link nodded. "Uh, see ya in the morning Ganondorf." "'Night Link." With that, the two stepped into their rooms and went to get some sleep for the long day ahead.
Chapter 9: What Have The Eldar Done!?
As usually, the next morning came. It was the same drill as before. Ganondorf ran down the hall banging on the doors to wake the crew. With many sighs and moans they drearily got out of bed to prepare for more grueling work and preparations. When Ganondorf came to Link's door he didn't get up nor did he stir. In short, he was out like a light. "I'm sick of dealing with this ever single morning!", Ganondorf seethed, "GET UP NOW, LINK!" A few seconds past and then came a quiet moan in the context of "go away!" Ganondorf sighed, still rightly pissed off. He slipped his card into the reader and Links door clicked open. The fluorescent light that seemed almost blinding to Link spilled into his room along with the silhouette of Ganondorf. Link covered his head with his blanket. "The light! It burns!" he hissed. Ganondorf sighed again. "Common, please get out of bed!", Ganondorf pleaded, "look, I know you have a hang over but it'll be gone after you eat breakfast, trust me!" Link removed the cover from his face and said, "Okay, I'll get up." "Good!", Ganondorf started, "you have three minutes to get ready" He then turned and walked out. After Link got dressed, Ganondorf took him to the mess hall. They both grabbed trays and some food. Ganondorf found an empty table and sat down, Link followed and sat across from him. They were soon joined by Zelda and her trainer, Nabooru. Zelda sat beside Link and Nabooru beside Ganondorf. "Hey, Nab', what's up?" Ganondorf asked, as he smiled at her. She kissed him on the cheek. "Nothing much, hun, just showing Zelda some things. Guns, weapons, vehicles, you know, that type of stuff." He smiled at her again. "Yeah, I'm taking Link down to the docking bay for a surprise." "What surprise? You never told me about a surprise!" Link cut in. "It's a surprise! That's why I never told you about the surprise!" Ganondorf mock yelled at him. Nabooru giggled. "Oh! Okay!" Link grinned. "I swear", Ganondorf started, getting as close to Nabooru as he could so Link couldn't hear, "he's like a little kid, you're lucky, you've got the mature one." Nabooru giggled again. Link turned to Zelda after hounding Ganondorf for a bit. "So Zelda, How've ya been?" "Good", she replied, "Nabooru's been working me pretty hard, with combat training and all. I need to actually lift a weapon first before I can use it." "Don't sweat it, I've got the same problem too." Link pointed to himself with a smile, quite a comical gesture. "Oh Link, you're so funny!" Zelda laughed. After that comment, Link smiled once more, and then they ate their breakfast in silence.
Directly after the four were done eating they went their separate ways. Nabooru and her student, Zelda, went to weapons training and Ganondorf took Link to the docking bay for the "surprise". "So you're taking me for the surprise?" Link queried obviously very excited. "Yes, the surprise!" Ganondorf forced the words out through clenched teeth. "What is it?" A grin suddenly popped up on Link's face. "Oh, you'll see . . . ." Ganondorf said his fowl mood brightening. "You're not going to launch me out of an artillery cannon or anything, right?" Link's smile disappeared and a hint of fear was woven through his words. Ganondorf snickered, "Goddesses no, boy! We're not trying to kill you or anything, we're just showing you around. Though it depends on how you look at this little surprise of mine, you might be a little . . . .", he paused in mid sentence and thought for a moment, ". . . .Shocked" "What's that supposed to mean?" Link said with much anticipation for the answer. "Please, enough with the one-hundred billion questions, you'll see. Patience Link, once we walk through those doors up ahead ask me anything but for now cool it." Link nodded his head in agreement to Ganondorf's statement, he would let Ganondorf have his space. "Right" Ganondorf said to himself as he stopped in front of the double doors and turned to Link. "Before I take you into the docking bay there's rules you need to follow. Follow me at all times, until you know what you 're doing of course. Wear you're ID and flight suit and lastly, stay away from the front of the jet. I don't want you to get caught in the intakes. Simple, if you get caught in the intakes you die!" Link noticed the way Ganondorf emphasized the word DIE, he was serious. Link gulped. "I don't mean to scare you Link but I need to let you know what to expect, now common, let's go" Ganondorf led Link through the double doors and once again he was hit with a wave of noise. Even louder than the mess hall, the most obvious source of noise was the jets. Many people rushed around fuelling up their planes, washing them, painting them, caring for them like a mother would care for her child. It all seemed like madness until Ganondorf taped Link on the shoulder and motioned for him to come. He led Link through a door secluded from the main part of the immense hanger. Link couldn't believe his eyes. The place that he had just entered was quite, clean and organized. Lockers with various names written on them took up most of the room. For a brief minute it reminded Link of Ganondorf's weapons storage. "Heads up!" Ganondorf called snapping Link out of his thoughts. A green blur shot through the air at him, he caught it just in time. Link looked at it, it seemed to be a full piece garment of some sort, dark green in color and had his name etched in fabric on the left breast pocket. "Well, put it on see how it fits" Ganondorf said with a smile. Link stuck his legs in first and zipped the zipper starting from his crotch and ending at his neck. Ganondorf pulled a suit, almost identical to the one Link had, out of the locker beside him. The only differences were the size and the name that read GANONDORF in bold letters other than LINK. Ganondorf zipped up the zipper to his flight suit and smiled at Link. "Okay, surprise time"
Ganondorf took Link back into the noisy hangar once more and stopped in front of a sleek, black jet. Link's mouth hung open. It was huge! It looked nearly 32 meters long and at least 18 feet high with spiked cones, that had covers on them, covering the intakes. Unlike the many other aircraft that populated the bay, the short, triangular wings of this jet were at the back along with the large twin after-burners that Link could almost stand up in. To top off it's menacing, aerodynamic design, the words Gerudo Dragon was painted in gold on the hull of the massive craft and a roaring dragon's head inhabited the nose. The two vertical fins at the back were adorned with the Gerudo ensign shinning in the same gold paint as the words and the dragon.
"Beauty, isn't she?" Ganondorf asked Link. "Yeah" He said fixed in a trance, not taking his eyes off the jet. "Link? Are you coming?" Ganondorf said raising his eyebrows. "Huh? What? Yeah! Sorry, I was just-" Ganondorf cut Link off in mid sentence. "Here, you'll have time to look at it later." He handed Link a helmet. Ganondorf walked around his jet. "What are you doing?" Link asked him, totally in awe. "Safety inspection. I'm checking for fuel leaks, abnormalities, you know, that type of stuff." Ganondorf replied back. "Wow. . . ." Link said in the same dazed tone as before. "Hey, could you please explain to me what this thing does?" Ganondorf laughed. "I was hoping you would ask. Okay to start . . . .", he trailed off than spoke once more, "This is the SR-71A Lockheed Blackbird. It's an ancient but fast jet, actually its speed hasn't been topped even though this is the 41st millennium. It runs on Two Pratt & Whitney JT11D-20B turbojets with 32,500 pounds of thrust each. It's maximum speed is 2,000 miles per hour and is capable of over 32 G's." "So?", Link asked, "What does it do?" Now it was Ganondorf's turn to be in awe, he smacked his hand against his forehead. "What does it do?! You asked me what does it do?! It flies! That's what it does!" Ganondorf yelled. Link was silent for a couple of seconds than burst out into laughter. "Flying! That's absurd!" He choked out between laughing fits. "You can't expect that huge thing to lift off the ground! I can understand the others because there tiny, but this!? Ha, ha, ha, ha!" "Once again, Link, you have proven yourself ignorant of the future" Ganondorf said calmly. Then Link started to laugh again. "Got ya!" Link exclaimed. Ganondorf's mouth was open as wide as Link's was when he had first brang him here. Then a smile spread across Ganondorf's face, a nasty, evil smile. "Okay", he said with the smile still on his face, "Let's get it on with the surprise then" Link looked at him. "Common, climb into the back seat and don't touch anything!" Link obeyed and climbed into the back using a service ladder. Link leaned out ward a little bit so he could get a good look at the docking bay and spotted Ganondorf across the hangar talking to Mido. Link couldn't hear what they were saying but Mido nodded in confirmation at almost every sentence that Ganondorf uttered. Seconds later Ganondorf returned along with Mido. "So fuel her up, Ganondorf?" Mido asked him. "That's right, I need a full tank" He replied back. "Right," Mido said as he got a fuel hose and stuck it into the jet's tank. "Now we wait" Ganondorf said as he jumped into the cockpit. "How long?" Link queried. "'Bout five minutes or so, shouldn't be long." Ganondorf turned around in his seat to face him. "Man, this is so awesome . . . ." Link said. "Oh, I think you'll enjoy it" Ganondorf flashed him a grin. "You did a nice job on building this plane, Ganondorf" Link said to him. He smiled once more. "Thanks, it's wasn't me who thought of the design and plans though" Link frowned. "Who was it then?" Questioned Link. "I'll explain when we have lunch. For now, I'll let you think about it"
Ganondorf had just finished talking when Mido addressed the two. "Okay Ganondorf! You're done with fueling up and I checked your oil, you're fine. I'll get the flight crew to take another look at you and take off the covers on the intake cones. The Air Traffic Controller will give you your flight instructions and your runway number. Um, that should be it, I think . . . ." Mido hesitated for a moment. Ganondorf gave him a warm smile. "Mido you're doing fine, you've got everything under control and I trust the flight staff immensely. Don't sweat it." Mido nodded and whistled for the flight crew to give one last inspection of the plane. Link looked at them all. They were all Kokiri! "Kokiri?" Link frowned as he looked at Ganondorf. "Yes, of course! These guys may be small but they make a hell of a flight crew. Look over there." Ganondorf pointed to a series of gray jets with green strips running down the hull, starting from the nose and ending at the tail. "Those", he started and glanced at Link, "are the fighters that the Kokiri fly. They would be totally slaughtered in close combat, so they're our air support!" "Godesses, I never had those when I was growing up in Kokiri Forest." Link said with a smirk. "Welcome to the year 40K" Ganondorf replied back smugly. Ganondorf rested his head in his hands; it was almost if he was trying to remember something. "Ah!" He said as he lifted his head. He reached back and pulled a cable trough the loops at the bottom Link's flight suit. Link was alarmed by this gesture. "What are you doing?" Link asked with a worried look. Ganondorf looked up from what he was doing. "I'm making sure you don't die if something goes wrong" Link frowned. "What I mean is if you have to eject you won't die because these cables snap your legs into place so they don't get blown off when you activate your eject mechanism" Link nodded. "Oh, I see. . . . Your legs can get blown off?" "Yep, it's the sad truth Link. Oh, one more thing. You see that air mask beside you?", Ganondorf pointed to a breathing apparatus, "it's call a Re-Breather. You can function in the total vacuum of space for a limited amount of time with it, so I'll Vox you when we get to a high enough altitude so you can put it on. If you wondering, no, we're not going to outer space, the air just thins out and you can't breath. A Vox-Caster is like a radio so we can talk, it's on your helmet by the way. Any questions?" Link shook his head no. "Good, and it looks like the flight crew have finished their little inspection." The flight staff gave Ganondorf a thumbs-up and he nodded his thanks.
"Buckle up that shoulder harness and put on your helmet and we're ready to go. . . . And if you puke in my jet I'll kill you . . . no, I'll make you clean it up first and then I'll kill you." Link smiled at Ganondorf's joke feeling his body loosen up a little. Link watched as the flight crew left and saw Ganondorf doing the same procedure as he showed Link. And then he locked the cockpit. Hot adrenaline pumped through Link's body as he heard the Air Traffic Controller give instructions to Ganondorf. "Well, here we go!" Said Ganondorf who seemed just as excited as Link. Ganondorf flicked numerous switches on his control panel and the engines roared to life along with the magnificent Heads-Up-Display (HUD) that cast a green glow onto Ganondorf's face as well as Link's. A crackling voice sounded over the Vox- Caster, "Gundog One, you are clear to taxi. Runway five" "Thanks Controller" Ganondorf Voxed back. A final shout from Air Traffic Control was heard. "Have a safe flight, disconnecting" Ganondorf commenced with his slow ride down the taxiway. Link saw that he was looking at various instruments, fuel, engines, air pressure. It seemed all was good. Link felt the jet come to a rather jerky halt. "Ready, Link?" Ganondorf Voxed to him. "Yeah, I'm a little nervous though" Link replied back, his voice shaky. "Here goes nothing" Ganondorf said as he revved the engines and pushed the accelerator to full power. Link could feel the positive G's pushing him back in his chair. As he looked out the small window the world was a blur. Like nothing they shot out of the base like a rocket and Link saw the bay disappear in a flash. He was far away from it now and still climbing in altitude. After five seconds that felt like an eternity Ganondorf leveled out the plane and slowed down. "You okay back there, Link?" Link couldn't see his face but he knew Ganondorf was smiling. "I-I'm fine", he stammered out, "that was a hell of a ride" "I though you'd like it. Now, I'd like it if you looked out the window, tell me what you think of the Eldar. . . ." Ganondorf said to him, his tone was dark. Link looked over the landscape of Hyrule, what he saw a filled him with horror so deep that his dreams of the future shattered right there, into a million jagged pieces.
Hyrule field was no longer it's beautiful shade of green, instead a sickly color of brown now grasped the land. Lake Hylia's cool water was no more and Hyrule castle and its town was in ruins. Fires burned unchecked and the pockmarks of battle and war were littered in craters a man could stand up in. The sky was blood red with mysterious atmospheric elements that the Eldar brought when they first came. Chemical smoke from the fires and the Eldar's Manufactoriums spurted into the air as black, grotesque, fowl- smelling clouds. Link imagined that you could still smell the stench even through a Re-Breather. The sight was unbearable.
"The Eldar did this?!" Link gasped in shock, his gaze all wide-eyed. "Yes, unfortunately they did" said Ganondorf, he didn't sound happy. "Godesses", Link moaned, "What have they done?" His question was more like a statement. "They've created hell, Link. They've created hell. . . ." Link looked at Ganondorf. "You're right" Link said. "I think it's time for us to go home" Ganondorf tuned the jet around. A moment latter they landed in the docking bay, safe and sound. Ganondorf and Link both took off their gear and changed out of their flight suits. Ganondorf told Mido that he needed a check over on his jet and Mido got to it right away. Once again Ganondorf and Link walked down the space-ship like, florescent-lighted corridors to the noisy mess hall.
Chapter 10: The Eldar's Warning
"Ahh! Nothing like a warm meal" Ganondorf smiled as he entered the double doors. They stood in line patently for lunch. "Link!" someone yell, the voice coming from the kitchen. Link looked and realized it was Malon and he waved back. "I heard you were here but I didn't get to see you" she said to him, almost a yell because of the noise. "Yeah, and hey, are you the cook here?" asked Link, his voice like a yell also. "Of course!" She giggled. Her laugh stirred up old memories of Lon Lon, he blushed. "I'm glad I know who makes the food here so if I get food poisoning I'll know who to blame it on." He gave her a winning smile. She giggled once more. "Malon! Who y'all talk'n to!" Talon poked his head out of the kitchen. A smile immediately spread across his face as he saw Link. "Well I'll be darned, it's Link! Hey Ingo look, it's Link!" Link heard some shuffling around in the back and some cursing as something hit the floor. Ingo hurried out with a grin. "Hi ya Link!" "Hello you guys!", Link replied back with a smile, "So, you're the kitchen crew?" "Sure are", said Talon still smiling, "well we better let ya's eat" He turned to Ingo. "Please get these fine gentlemen their food" Ingo nodded and went into the back. He reemerged with to plates full of hot goodness and handed them off to Ganondorf and Link. They gave their thanks to the cooks and sat down to eat. "I guess Nabooru and Zelda have missed our time slot, Link" "Yeah", Link said to Ganondorf, "that blows" "I have some things to take care of later that I need to do alone so after lunch you and Zelda have the rest of the day off" "Wha-?!" Link said, flabbergasted. "That's right, the rest of the day off . . . and while you're at it polish your sword and shield." "Polish my sword and shield . . . ?" Link questioned, looking shocked at what Ganondorf had just said. "Yes", He said as he glanced up from his meal, ". . . just incase a war breaks out, that's all." For the one millionth Link felt fear and tension rise inside of him. "War?" Link choked out. "Yes" Ganondorf said once more as he finished his lunch. Ganondorf put his tray away. "I'll see you later. For now I've got some business to attend to, I'll tell you what it's all about when I have some time. Enjoy your time off." He smiled at Link and exited the mess hall. Link was freaked out.
Ganondorf walked alone down the cool hall. He knew what Base Control was calling him for. He heard something about the Eldar Vid-Screening them and saying that if the leader of the facility doesn't contact them at 13:00 hours there were going to be "Consequences". Ganondorf didn't know what the "Consequences" would be but he had a damn good idea. He burst through the door when he reached Base Control trying to look as pissed off as possible. "What's going on here, Captain!?" He boomed, everyone stopped to look at him including the Captain. "I'm sorry to report sir, that the Eldar have both Voxed and Vid-Screened us sending threats of termination if the Base Commander does not reply. They will Vid-Screen us at 13:00 hours on the nose" the Captain stood at attention the whole time he spoke to Ganondorf. Ganondorf grinned. "Thank you Captain Graevus, now, get the Tech-Crew to prepare for the Eldar. I want the lights dimmed so that they can't see my face or the faces of any other member in this room . . . I want to . . .", he paused again, "scare them into thinking were a real bad enemy to be screw'n with " Ganondorf sat down in the Commander's chair at the front of the room, seated directly in front of the Vid-Screen. "Sir!" A computer operator looked up from his screen spilling green data across it to address Ganondorf. He made eye contact with the little man siting behind the console and nodded. "Here they come, sir" He said upon seeing Ganondorf's nod. The Tech-Crew turned off the lights, only a faint silhouette of the Base Control's members could be seen.
The Vid-Screen flickered to life as the image of a smooth-armored, red figure appeared. He was decorated with sharp blades protruding from his suit along with battle medals for various acts of courage or honor. He looked thin but powerful, but unlike the Space Marines, his armor didn't add any bulk to his frail body. The most obvious feature of all had to be the helmet. It was red just like the rest of the suit but vertically elongated so it stretched straight up and curled slightly. It supported one of the "brush" decorations that the ancient Romans used to have on their helmets. The "brush" thing seemed unusually long and ran about half way down his armored back. Ganondorf could see that there was and internal Re- Breather built into the helmet, hence the large, triangular grill that took up the lower half of the mask covering the nose and mouth area. Next were the glowing green eyes, like eroded gemstones that glimmered in the dull light. The Eldar's cold stare could take the breath out of even the most disciplined of men and send them running away scared, like little school girls. He seemed to be cradling a huge decorative axe in his lap, holding it loosely with one talon like hand. Ganondorf had no illusion that that ax couldn't kill just as well as a standard issue one of old. Two guards stood behind the Eldar Commander's black, aesthetic, gem studded throne, which had blades protruding from it as well. The Eldar's guards weren't dressed up as extravagantly as their master but looked equally deadly just the same.
The Eldar Commander was first to speak, his voice sounding venomous and unused to forming the English words. "I am Dread Archon, leader of the thirty second regiment of The Bloody-Handed God! You are nothing but a useless Mon-Keigh, therefor, I shall destroy your pitiful planet! You have three of your planet's days to surrender or I shall break out the artillery. We will go to war!" Ganondorf searched his mental Eldar dictionary for the word Mon-Keigh, it meant animal. That thing was calling him an animal! He snarled, but then oddly calmed down and regained his posture. "I am The Evil King, leader of this base and bearer of the Triforce Of Power. You are just a useless Shas' Ho (animal in Gerudo), therefor, I shall destroy your disgusting race! You have three of my planet's days to live!" Ganondorf mocked. He could see the Commander balling his free hand into a fist and imagined his red face under that freaky looking helmet seething angry. He let out a yell of rage. "YOU HAVE THREE DAYS!" The connection was then severed and the screen went black.
Ganondorf growled. "We are going to war . . . ." He stormed out of Base Command as quickly as he entered and ran down the hall to his room and performed the key card ritual. Ganondorf flopped down onto his bed and looked at the plane, gray ceiling. "Three days", he started to say to himself, "three fucking, goddamn days! Three days until apocalypse, until the great end of all things. That's the way the world ends . . . not with a bang . . . but with a whimper . . . with a whimper . . ."
Author's note: Okay! Here's the second part to Ordo Triforceus, incase you haven't noticed, it means Order Of The Triforce in English. Since I got a review from evanesced-twilight04 (thank you and I love your story! :D) and Winged Knight (your story ROCKS! ;D) I'll continue writing!
PART 2: ELDAR OF THE BLOODY HANDED GOD
Chapter 7 (continued): Automags To Zappguns
Ganondorf led Link further down the hall of the weapons storage room. "So many weapons!" Link gasped in awe. "Ha, ha", Ganondorf laughed before continuing, "you'll be using some of them too, Link!" "Goddesses!" Link gasped again. "Okay!" Ganondorf stopped in front of a containment unit that looked like a giant safe. As he did before, Ganondorf stuck his key card into the reader and the door clicked and opened without a further sound. "Follow me." He said to Link. Link did as he was told. "How long does this hall go?" Link asked, getting tired of walking. "Hold your horses!" Ganondorf said to him, his voice posing a hint of amusement. "Here is where I keep all my special weapons and prototypes!" Ganondorf stated as he lifted his arms. "So?" Link asked him. Ganondorf walked over to a very organized table at the far corner of the room off to the right. The table seemed absurdly dwarfed to the rest of the huge weapons locker, and all that rested upon it was a very large, gun-shaped bump covered with a black cloth. As usual, Link followed. Ganondorf turned to face him. "May I introduce you", Ganondorf started as he pulled off the cloth, "to the Flak Cannon!" Link smiled. "You made this!?" His grin widening as he said the words. "Yep", Ganondorf said, looking proud of his work, "and your going to test it out for me." Link's eyes went wide. "Me?!" He exclaimed. "Yes", Ganondorf replied back casually, "if you can lift it . . . ." "Oh, joy." Link said bluntly. Ganondorf smiled.
Chapter 8: The Second Night
Link went directly to his quarters after dinner. He walked down the silent hall. It was so creepy at night, mostly because it wasn't filled with bustling people running to their positions and riddled with noise. Even though it wasn't dark Link still was somewhat afraid. Because of the lights? The futuristic "space-ship" type feel? He didn't know. As he came to the door of his room he slipped the ID card Ganondorf had given him with his new clothes, into the reader. Everything here was "run" by key cards. No ID, no passage. As Link stepped into his room a thought just hit him. Ganondorf had said to him that he was welcome to roam around on his free time . . . just as long as he had his card with him at ALL times. Link looked at his hat on his well-made bed. Today was the first day he had NOT worn his hat in a very long time. He put it on. It felt like another part of his body; he had a lot of memories with this hat, oh yes, a lot. He brushed his hair out of his face, yes, maybe he would check out this stronghold. With a grin he turned and walked out, the door closing automatically behind him.
Link walked until he came to a map. "Okay", he said to himself quietly, "basement four is recreation. I think I'll take a look-see." He took a thing called an "elevator", this clever invention using a key card as well. Why couldn't they have had one of these in the Water Temple? Old times where Ganondorf was the bad guy, but it didn't seem like that now. He had fought only to find himself starting another quest. The elevator stopped promptly after his short reverie and he walked out into a hall way almost identical to his. The only difference was the large sign reading "B4". Several doors were open as he walked down the hall. He peered into the second open door he came upon. "Hello, Link!" A voice exclaimed. Link looked at a group of four people sitting around a table playing a card game. A Goron that had first greeted him waved for him to come over. Reluctantly Link came. "Do you want to play Poker with us, Link?" The Goron asked. "No thanks." He said as he looked at the other three people, all being Hylain. "How come?" One of the Hylains queried. Link immediately had an answer. "Sorry you guys, but I'm only here to check this place out, really. Maybe another time?" The four people nodded. "Okay then, have a nice night!" The Goron said. "You to." Link replied and walked out.
Link leisurely continued down the hallway until he came to the last door on his right. It was open ajar spilling a dim light into the hall. He knocked on the door. "What?!", came a slightly annoyed voice, "go away!" Link recognized it as Ganondorf's voice and replied. "Can I come in?" Link yelled. "Link?", Ganondorf yelled back, "of course, come in." Link opened the door and closed it behind him. It was a reasonably sized room with two tables and chairs for both. Though the lighting was incredibly dim compared to the rest of the complex. At the very back of the room was a bar area where Ganondorf sat with a bottle of some sort of drink and a shot glass. Behind the bar it was lined with various types of liquor, all in a unique bottle of different colours and shapes. Ganondorf sat slumped over his glass and finally looked over at Link. "Hey, what are you waiting for, Christmas?" "What?", Link asked himself, "Christmas?" "Oh, I forgot, you wouldn't know what Christmas is. Come over here." Ganondorf finally said at Link's shocked expression when he said the word "Christmas". Link came and took a seat beside Ganondorf. Ganondorf smiled at him. "So?", Link began sarcastically, "can you tell me what Christmas is?" "The old Archeo Pirates speak of it", Ganondorf told Link, "it's some ceremony of a long forgotten religion. I hear you would get gifts and crap but those old stories are a load of bull. The saying I used is just a nice way of saying hurry up and get your ass over here, that's all." "Oh" Link said. "How rude of me, here." Ganondorf said as he got up and took another shot glass from beside him. "Drink?" He said and turned to Link. Link sighed. "I guess", he said. Ganondorf poured the chestnut liquid into to the glass. "Thanks", said Link. "No problem", Ganondorf replied back. "So what brings you down here?", Ganondorf asked. "Just exploring", Link gave him a witty smile as he said the words. "Your up to no good!", Ganondorf joked. Link just grinned. "Why so down?" Link questioned to Ganondorf. "Ahhh, whole damn base is going to hell in a hand basket. If the Eldar strike again before we do, were toast." Ganondorf moaned as he cradled his head in his hands. Link took a sip of his drink. "What do you say we do about it?" asked Link. "Bomb the fuckers ta hell! That's what I'm gonna do, send 'em back where they came from!" Ganondorf's calm tone for such a statement was extremely unnerving. It was just the pure determination in his voice that made Link realize Ganondorf was going to do something, and when he did the Eldar would pay. "I've been meaning to ask you this", Link started to say, "you're different, from the way you dress to the way you act. Why?" Ganondorf leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling. "I changed in these short five years while you were away to accommodate my situation. And yes, it took the Goddesses five years to even find you within the flow of time, let alone for them to build up the power it takes for time travel." "It's just you look so different, I was worried, in a sense." Said Link as he looked at Ganondorf's outfit. He didn't look like the Gerudo king any more; in fact, he looked like an army mechanic after a long days work. His white muscle shirt was stained from oil and gasoline and his camo pants were black with filth. To complete it, he had two shiny silver dog tags dangling from around his neck. Link assumed they had his name and ID on them. Ganondorf finally realized that Link had his eyes on him. He smiled and said, "I work Link. The way I acted and the clothes I wore in the past were inconvenient for this type of life style. Soon you'll be looking the way I do now at the end of each day because your going to be doing the same thing I do." Link groaned. "All in good time, boy. Well, I'm going to bed", Ganondorf said as he stretched his arms above his head. Link watched as he took his shot glass and swallowed the liquid in one gulp. Link did the same . . . . He then realized it was a bad idea and he shouldn't have done that. A woozy filling clouded his head followed by a minor headache. He shook his head and the feeling soon passed. Ganondorf laughed. "I think that was a little to strong for you", Ganondorf said but quickly added, "Ahh well, first time for everything I suppose." Link looked at him, intrigued. "I mean, your going to be one unhappy guy when you wake up in the middle of the night to puke your guts out." Ganondorf stated matter-of-factly. "Oh that's nice!" the sarcastic feel of Link's voice so priceless that Ganondorf needed to chuckle to himself. "You'll learn, kid, now let's get some sleep." Link followed Ganondorf to the elevator. "What floor are you?" Link asked. "Same as yours", Ganondorf replied back. Two floors later they arrived at their destinations. "Hey, your room is right beside mine!" Link exclaimed. "Damn right!", Ganondorf said with a playful smile, "I'm your trainer, remember?" Link nodded. "Uh, see ya in the morning Ganondorf." "'Night Link." With that, the two stepped into their rooms and went to get some sleep for the long day ahead.
Chapter 9: What Have The Eldar Done!?
As usually, the next morning came. It was the same drill as before. Ganondorf ran down the hall banging on the doors to wake the crew. With many sighs and moans they drearily got out of bed to prepare for more grueling work and preparations. When Ganondorf came to Link's door he didn't get up nor did he stir. In short, he was out like a light. "I'm sick of dealing with this ever single morning!", Ganondorf seethed, "GET UP NOW, LINK!" A few seconds past and then came a quiet moan in the context of "go away!" Ganondorf sighed, still rightly pissed off. He slipped his card into the reader and Links door clicked open. The fluorescent light that seemed almost blinding to Link spilled into his room along with the silhouette of Ganondorf. Link covered his head with his blanket. "The light! It burns!" he hissed. Ganondorf sighed again. "Common, please get out of bed!", Ganondorf pleaded, "look, I know you have a hang over but it'll be gone after you eat breakfast, trust me!" Link removed the cover from his face and said, "Okay, I'll get up." "Good!", Ganondorf started, "you have three minutes to get ready" He then turned and walked out. After Link got dressed, Ganondorf took him to the mess hall. They both grabbed trays and some food. Ganondorf found an empty table and sat down, Link followed and sat across from him. They were soon joined by Zelda and her trainer, Nabooru. Zelda sat beside Link and Nabooru beside Ganondorf. "Hey, Nab', what's up?" Ganondorf asked, as he smiled at her. She kissed him on the cheek. "Nothing much, hun, just showing Zelda some things. Guns, weapons, vehicles, you know, that type of stuff." He smiled at her again. "Yeah, I'm taking Link down to the docking bay for a surprise." "What surprise? You never told me about a surprise!" Link cut in. "It's a surprise! That's why I never told you about the surprise!" Ganondorf mock yelled at him. Nabooru giggled. "Oh! Okay!" Link grinned. "I swear", Ganondorf started, getting as close to Nabooru as he could so Link couldn't hear, "he's like a little kid, you're lucky, you've got the mature one." Nabooru giggled again. Link turned to Zelda after hounding Ganondorf for a bit. "So Zelda, How've ya been?" "Good", she replied, "Nabooru's been working me pretty hard, with combat training and all. I need to actually lift a weapon first before I can use it." "Don't sweat it, I've got the same problem too." Link pointed to himself with a smile, quite a comical gesture. "Oh Link, you're so funny!" Zelda laughed. After that comment, Link smiled once more, and then they ate their breakfast in silence.
Directly after the four were done eating they went their separate ways. Nabooru and her student, Zelda, went to weapons training and Ganondorf took Link to the docking bay for the "surprise". "So you're taking me for the surprise?" Link queried obviously very excited. "Yes, the surprise!" Ganondorf forced the words out through clenched teeth. "What is it?" A grin suddenly popped up on Link's face. "Oh, you'll see . . . ." Ganondorf said his fowl mood brightening. "You're not going to launch me out of an artillery cannon or anything, right?" Link's smile disappeared and a hint of fear was woven through his words. Ganondorf snickered, "Goddesses no, boy! We're not trying to kill you or anything, we're just showing you around. Though it depends on how you look at this little surprise of mine, you might be a little . . . .", he paused in mid sentence and thought for a moment, ". . . .Shocked" "What's that supposed to mean?" Link said with much anticipation for the answer. "Please, enough with the one-hundred billion questions, you'll see. Patience Link, once we walk through those doors up ahead ask me anything but for now cool it." Link nodded his head in agreement to Ganondorf's statement, he would let Ganondorf have his space. "Right" Ganondorf said to himself as he stopped in front of the double doors and turned to Link. "Before I take you into the docking bay there's rules you need to follow. Follow me at all times, until you know what you 're doing of course. Wear you're ID and flight suit and lastly, stay away from the front of the jet. I don't want you to get caught in the intakes. Simple, if you get caught in the intakes you die!" Link noticed the way Ganondorf emphasized the word DIE, he was serious. Link gulped. "I don't mean to scare you Link but I need to let you know what to expect, now common, let's go" Ganondorf led Link through the double doors and once again he was hit with a wave of noise. Even louder than the mess hall, the most obvious source of noise was the jets. Many people rushed around fuelling up their planes, washing them, painting them, caring for them like a mother would care for her child. It all seemed like madness until Ganondorf taped Link on the shoulder and motioned for him to come. He led Link through a door secluded from the main part of the immense hanger. Link couldn't believe his eyes. The place that he had just entered was quite, clean and organized. Lockers with various names written on them took up most of the room. For a brief minute it reminded Link of Ganondorf's weapons storage. "Heads up!" Ganondorf called snapping Link out of his thoughts. A green blur shot through the air at him, he caught it just in time. Link looked at it, it seemed to be a full piece garment of some sort, dark green in color and had his name etched in fabric on the left breast pocket. "Well, put it on see how it fits" Ganondorf said with a smile. Link stuck his legs in first and zipped the zipper starting from his crotch and ending at his neck. Ganondorf pulled a suit, almost identical to the one Link had, out of the locker beside him. The only differences were the size and the name that read GANONDORF in bold letters other than LINK. Ganondorf zipped up the zipper to his flight suit and smiled at Link. "Okay, surprise time"
Ganondorf took Link back into the noisy hangar once more and stopped in front of a sleek, black jet. Link's mouth hung open. It was huge! It looked nearly 32 meters long and at least 18 feet high with spiked cones, that had covers on them, covering the intakes. Unlike the many other aircraft that populated the bay, the short, triangular wings of this jet were at the back along with the large twin after-burners that Link could almost stand up in. To top off it's menacing, aerodynamic design, the words Gerudo Dragon was painted in gold on the hull of the massive craft and a roaring dragon's head inhabited the nose. The two vertical fins at the back were adorned with the Gerudo ensign shinning in the same gold paint as the words and the dragon.
"Beauty, isn't she?" Ganondorf asked Link. "Yeah" He said fixed in a trance, not taking his eyes off the jet. "Link? Are you coming?" Ganondorf said raising his eyebrows. "Huh? What? Yeah! Sorry, I was just-" Ganondorf cut Link off in mid sentence. "Here, you'll have time to look at it later." He handed Link a helmet. Ganondorf walked around his jet. "What are you doing?" Link asked him, totally in awe. "Safety inspection. I'm checking for fuel leaks, abnormalities, you know, that type of stuff." Ganondorf replied back. "Wow. . . ." Link said in the same dazed tone as before. "Hey, could you please explain to me what this thing does?" Ganondorf laughed. "I was hoping you would ask. Okay to start . . . .", he trailed off than spoke once more, "This is the SR-71A Lockheed Blackbird. It's an ancient but fast jet, actually its speed hasn't been topped even though this is the 41st millennium. It runs on Two Pratt & Whitney JT11D-20B turbojets with 32,500 pounds of thrust each. It's maximum speed is 2,000 miles per hour and is capable of over 32 G's." "So?", Link asked, "What does it do?" Now it was Ganondorf's turn to be in awe, he smacked his hand against his forehead. "What does it do?! You asked me what does it do?! It flies! That's what it does!" Ganondorf yelled. Link was silent for a couple of seconds than burst out into laughter. "Flying! That's absurd!" He choked out between laughing fits. "You can't expect that huge thing to lift off the ground! I can understand the others because there tiny, but this!? Ha, ha, ha, ha!" "Once again, Link, you have proven yourself ignorant of the future" Ganondorf said calmly. Then Link started to laugh again. "Got ya!" Link exclaimed. Ganondorf's mouth was open as wide as Link's was when he had first brang him here. Then a smile spread across Ganondorf's face, a nasty, evil smile. "Okay", he said with the smile still on his face, "Let's get it on with the surprise then" Link looked at him. "Common, climb into the back seat and don't touch anything!" Link obeyed and climbed into the back using a service ladder. Link leaned out ward a little bit so he could get a good look at the docking bay and spotted Ganondorf across the hangar talking to Mido. Link couldn't hear what they were saying but Mido nodded in confirmation at almost every sentence that Ganondorf uttered. Seconds later Ganondorf returned along with Mido. "So fuel her up, Ganondorf?" Mido asked him. "That's right, I need a full tank" He replied back. "Right," Mido said as he got a fuel hose and stuck it into the jet's tank. "Now we wait" Ganondorf said as he jumped into the cockpit. "How long?" Link queried. "'Bout five minutes or so, shouldn't be long." Ganondorf turned around in his seat to face him. "Man, this is so awesome . . . ." Link said. "Oh, I think you'll enjoy it" Ganondorf flashed him a grin. "You did a nice job on building this plane, Ganondorf" Link said to him. He smiled once more. "Thanks, it's wasn't me who thought of the design and plans though" Link frowned. "Who was it then?" Questioned Link. "I'll explain when we have lunch. For now, I'll let you think about it"
Ganondorf had just finished talking when Mido addressed the two. "Okay Ganondorf! You're done with fueling up and I checked your oil, you're fine. I'll get the flight crew to take another look at you and take off the covers on the intake cones. The Air Traffic Controller will give you your flight instructions and your runway number. Um, that should be it, I think . . . ." Mido hesitated for a moment. Ganondorf gave him a warm smile. "Mido you're doing fine, you've got everything under control and I trust the flight staff immensely. Don't sweat it." Mido nodded and whistled for the flight crew to give one last inspection of the plane. Link looked at them all. They were all Kokiri! "Kokiri?" Link frowned as he looked at Ganondorf. "Yes, of course! These guys may be small but they make a hell of a flight crew. Look over there." Ganondorf pointed to a series of gray jets with green strips running down the hull, starting from the nose and ending at the tail. "Those", he started and glanced at Link, "are the fighters that the Kokiri fly. They would be totally slaughtered in close combat, so they're our air support!" "Godesses, I never had those when I was growing up in Kokiri Forest." Link said with a smirk. "Welcome to the year 40K" Ganondorf replied back smugly. Ganondorf rested his head in his hands; it was almost if he was trying to remember something. "Ah!" He said as he lifted his head. He reached back and pulled a cable trough the loops at the bottom Link's flight suit. Link was alarmed by this gesture. "What are you doing?" Link asked with a worried look. Ganondorf looked up from what he was doing. "I'm making sure you don't die if something goes wrong" Link frowned. "What I mean is if you have to eject you won't die because these cables snap your legs into place so they don't get blown off when you activate your eject mechanism" Link nodded. "Oh, I see. . . . Your legs can get blown off?" "Yep, it's the sad truth Link. Oh, one more thing. You see that air mask beside you?", Ganondorf pointed to a breathing apparatus, "it's call a Re-Breather. You can function in the total vacuum of space for a limited amount of time with it, so I'll Vox you when we get to a high enough altitude so you can put it on. If you wondering, no, we're not going to outer space, the air just thins out and you can't breath. A Vox-Caster is like a radio so we can talk, it's on your helmet by the way. Any questions?" Link shook his head no. "Good, and it looks like the flight crew have finished their little inspection." The flight staff gave Ganondorf a thumbs-up and he nodded his thanks.
"Buckle up that shoulder harness and put on your helmet and we're ready to go. . . . And if you puke in my jet I'll kill you . . . no, I'll make you clean it up first and then I'll kill you." Link smiled at Ganondorf's joke feeling his body loosen up a little. Link watched as the flight crew left and saw Ganondorf doing the same procedure as he showed Link. And then he locked the cockpit. Hot adrenaline pumped through Link's body as he heard the Air Traffic Controller give instructions to Ganondorf. "Well, here we go!" Said Ganondorf who seemed just as excited as Link. Ganondorf flicked numerous switches on his control panel and the engines roared to life along with the magnificent Heads-Up-Display (HUD) that cast a green glow onto Ganondorf's face as well as Link's. A crackling voice sounded over the Vox- Caster, "Gundog One, you are clear to taxi. Runway five" "Thanks Controller" Ganondorf Voxed back. A final shout from Air Traffic Control was heard. "Have a safe flight, disconnecting" Ganondorf commenced with his slow ride down the taxiway. Link saw that he was looking at various instruments, fuel, engines, air pressure. It seemed all was good. Link felt the jet come to a rather jerky halt. "Ready, Link?" Ganondorf Voxed to him. "Yeah, I'm a little nervous though" Link replied back, his voice shaky. "Here goes nothing" Ganondorf said as he revved the engines and pushed the accelerator to full power. Link could feel the positive G's pushing him back in his chair. As he looked out the small window the world was a blur. Like nothing they shot out of the base like a rocket and Link saw the bay disappear in a flash. He was far away from it now and still climbing in altitude. After five seconds that felt like an eternity Ganondorf leveled out the plane and slowed down. "You okay back there, Link?" Link couldn't see his face but he knew Ganondorf was smiling. "I-I'm fine", he stammered out, "that was a hell of a ride" "I though you'd like it. Now, I'd like it if you looked out the window, tell me what you think of the Eldar. . . ." Ganondorf said to him, his tone was dark. Link looked over the landscape of Hyrule, what he saw a filled him with horror so deep that his dreams of the future shattered right there, into a million jagged pieces.
Hyrule field was no longer it's beautiful shade of green, instead a sickly color of brown now grasped the land. Lake Hylia's cool water was no more and Hyrule castle and its town was in ruins. Fires burned unchecked and the pockmarks of battle and war were littered in craters a man could stand up in. The sky was blood red with mysterious atmospheric elements that the Eldar brought when they first came. Chemical smoke from the fires and the Eldar's Manufactoriums spurted into the air as black, grotesque, fowl- smelling clouds. Link imagined that you could still smell the stench even through a Re-Breather. The sight was unbearable.
"The Eldar did this?!" Link gasped in shock, his gaze all wide-eyed. "Yes, unfortunately they did" said Ganondorf, he didn't sound happy. "Godesses", Link moaned, "What have they done?" His question was more like a statement. "They've created hell, Link. They've created hell. . . ." Link looked at Ganondorf. "You're right" Link said. "I think it's time for us to go home" Ganondorf tuned the jet around. A moment latter they landed in the docking bay, safe and sound. Ganondorf and Link both took off their gear and changed out of their flight suits. Ganondorf told Mido that he needed a check over on his jet and Mido got to it right away. Once again Ganondorf and Link walked down the space-ship like, florescent-lighted corridors to the noisy mess hall.
Chapter 10: The Eldar's Warning
"Ahh! Nothing like a warm meal" Ganondorf smiled as he entered the double doors. They stood in line patently for lunch. "Link!" someone yell, the voice coming from the kitchen. Link looked and realized it was Malon and he waved back. "I heard you were here but I didn't get to see you" she said to him, almost a yell because of the noise. "Yeah, and hey, are you the cook here?" asked Link, his voice like a yell also. "Of course!" She giggled. Her laugh stirred up old memories of Lon Lon, he blushed. "I'm glad I know who makes the food here so if I get food poisoning I'll know who to blame it on." He gave her a winning smile. She giggled once more. "Malon! Who y'all talk'n to!" Talon poked his head out of the kitchen. A smile immediately spread across his face as he saw Link. "Well I'll be darned, it's Link! Hey Ingo look, it's Link!" Link heard some shuffling around in the back and some cursing as something hit the floor. Ingo hurried out with a grin. "Hi ya Link!" "Hello you guys!", Link replied back with a smile, "So, you're the kitchen crew?" "Sure are", said Talon still smiling, "well we better let ya's eat" He turned to Ingo. "Please get these fine gentlemen their food" Ingo nodded and went into the back. He reemerged with to plates full of hot goodness and handed them off to Ganondorf and Link. They gave their thanks to the cooks and sat down to eat. "I guess Nabooru and Zelda have missed our time slot, Link" "Yeah", Link said to Ganondorf, "that blows" "I have some things to take care of later that I need to do alone so after lunch you and Zelda have the rest of the day off" "Wha-?!" Link said, flabbergasted. "That's right, the rest of the day off . . . and while you're at it polish your sword and shield." "Polish my sword and shield . . . ?" Link questioned, looking shocked at what Ganondorf had just said. "Yes", He said as he glanced up from his meal, ". . . just incase a war breaks out, that's all." For the one millionth Link felt fear and tension rise inside of him. "War?" Link choked out. "Yes" Ganondorf said once more as he finished his lunch. Ganondorf put his tray away. "I'll see you later. For now I've got some business to attend to, I'll tell you what it's all about when I have some time. Enjoy your time off." He smiled at Link and exited the mess hall. Link was freaked out.
Ganondorf walked alone down the cool hall. He knew what Base Control was calling him for. He heard something about the Eldar Vid-Screening them and saying that if the leader of the facility doesn't contact them at 13:00 hours there were going to be "Consequences". Ganondorf didn't know what the "Consequences" would be but he had a damn good idea. He burst through the door when he reached Base Control trying to look as pissed off as possible. "What's going on here, Captain!?" He boomed, everyone stopped to look at him including the Captain. "I'm sorry to report sir, that the Eldar have both Voxed and Vid-Screened us sending threats of termination if the Base Commander does not reply. They will Vid-Screen us at 13:00 hours on the nose" the Captain stood at attention the whole time he spoke to Ganondorf. Ganondorf grinned. "Thank you Captain Graevus, now, get the Tech-Crew to prepare for the Eldar. I want the lights dimmed so that they can't see my face or the faces of any other member in this room . . . I want to . . .", he paused again, "scare them into thinking were a real bad enemy to be screw'n with " Ganondorf sat down in the Commander's chair at the front of the room, seated directly in front of the Vid-Screen. "Sir!" A computer operator looked up from his screen spilling green data across it to address Ganondorf. He made eye contact with the little man siting behind the console and nodded. "Here they come, sir" He said upon seeing Ganondorf's nod. The Tech-Crew turned off the lights, only a faint silhouette of the Base Control's members could be seen.
The Vid-Screen flickered to life as the image of a smooth-armored, red figure appeared. He was decorated with sharp blades protruding from his suit along with battle medals for various acts of courage or honor. He looked thin but powerful, but unlike the Space Marines, his armor didn't add any bulk to his frail body. The most obvious feature of all had to be the helmet. It was red just like the rest of the suit but vertically elongated so it stretched straight up and curled slightly. It supported one of the "brush" decorations that the ancient Romans used to have on their helmets. The "brush" thing seemed unusually long and ran about half way down his armored back. Ganondorf could see that there was and internal Re- Breather built into the helmet, hence the large, triangular grill that took up the lower half of the mask covering the nose and mouth area. Next were the glowing green eyes, like eroded gemstones that glimmered in the dull light. The Eldar's cold stare could take the breath out of even the most disciplined of men and send them running away scared, like little school girls. He seemed to be cradling a huge decorative axe in his lap, holding it loosely with one talon like hand. Ganondorf had no illusion that that ax couldn't kill just as well as a standard issue one of old. Two guards stood behind the Eldar Commander's black, aesthetic, gem studded throne, which had blades protruding from it as well. The Eldar's guards weren't dressed up as extravagantly as their master but looked equally deadly just the same.
The Eldar Commander was first to speak, his voice sounding venomous and unused to forming the English words. "I am Dread Archon, leader of the thirty second regiment of The Bloody-Handed God! You are nothing but a useless Mon-Keigh, therefor, I shall destroy your pitiful planet! You have three of your planet's days to surrender or I shall break out the artillery. We will go to war!" Ganondorf searched his mental Eldar dictionary for the word Mon-Keigh, it meant animal. That thing was calling him an animal! He snarled, but then oddly calmed down and regained his posture. "I am The Evil King, leader of this base and bearer of the Triforce Of Power. You are just a useless Shas' Ho (animal in Gerudo), therefor, I shall destroy your disgusting race! You have three of my planet's days to live!" Ganondorf mocked. He could see the Commander balling his free hand into a fist and imagined his red face under that freaky looking helmet seething angry. He let out a yell of rage. "YOU HAVE THREE DAYS!" The connection was then severed and the screen went black.
Ganondorf growled. "We are going to war . . . ." He stormed out of Base Command as quickly as he entered and ran down the hall to his room and performed the key card ritual. Ganondorf flopped down onto his bed and looked at the plane, gray ceiling. "Three days", he started to say to himself, "three fucking, goddamn days! Three days until apocalypse, until the great end of all things. That's the way the world ends . . . not with a bang . . . but with a whimper . . . with a whimper . . ."
