"NDS: Book 11: Chapter 68: Countdown to Extinction"

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Virginia watched as from the doorway of the sandcraft as the rocks fell up ahead. Where she was right now the damages and earthquakes did not reach, but she most certainly see the shadow rise up from the ground. She did not have to be told that it was Eon. And as she watched this sight she wrung her hands until finally placing them over her heart. She was selfish, she knew, but all she could mutter in the end was, "Jet…"

The aforementioned gray-headed male and his two companions, Emilia and Gallows, were twenty feet from the looming and bulky sandcraft that was Generator Eon. They were observing what they were up against, and finding that they had to look upward too much. It was beginning to hurt their necks trying to see the top of the silver metal vessel.

"So…I don't see a door." Jet noted. "How do we get in?"

Emilia moved ahead of the two as the early morning blue sky began to take place overhead. She pointed out a panel that was six feet in height and three in width. "See that emergency door. It's only about fifteen feet up from the ground." She lowered her arm and looked back. "If we can get closer I know I can probably just shatter the door apart. It's weak there."

The two men nodded. "Then let's go. We don't have any idea when it will start to move." Gallows interjected as the trio began in a sprint for Eon. Just as all seemed perfect for them Jet and Emilia noticed that smaller, previously unseen panels, were moving and allowing gun turrets to aim at them. The machine gun fire began as Jet swiftly jumped aside.

"Gallows, stand behind me." Emilia ordered as they continued running through the shots with her deflecting the rounds with her blade. Jet meanwhile took the task of drawing his Aigert-lahm and aiming at the various turrets, sending rounds straight at them, and disabling most of them. Just as one he did not see aimed at him Gallows fired off a round, and it broke.

"Don't expect me to say thanks or anything." Jet simply remarked as they met up.

"Transcendent the Blade!" Emilia's wind sword attack broke into the door she had mentioned, shattering it into shards. With a running jump she was up with the most agile ease. Jet and Gallows stared at her from below.

"Look, I can't jump ten feet up." Gallows simply said.

"Like I can?" Jet questioned with agitation. "Though, I probably have a better chance than you. Stay here a moment." Jet walked away and looked up at Emilia in thought, and then nodded. As Gallows was watching him in confusion, Jet began in a sprint. Gallows realized Jet was headed directly for him and when Jet had jumped he knew to crouch, because Jet was going to bounce from off his head and up. Doing such, Jet made it up into the same hall as Emilia. As Gallows cursed and rubbed his head, Jet took off his scarves from around his neck. Tying them together he lowered them down as a rope for Gallows who bitterly accepted them and began the climb upward. As Gallows got to the hallway and Jet was placing the scarves back around his neck, the android noticed Gallows piercing glare. "What?"

"Oh…nothing." The Baskar merely shook his head, hiding his anger away.

"So, where do we go from here?" Jet wondered as he and the others began to walk into Eon, in it's eight foot wide halls that were twelve feet in height. There had to be at least three decks, so that meant in a rough estimate, the ship is somewhere over thirty-six feet tall.

Emilia simply grinned. "I made most of that sandcraft we use, remember. All sandcraft have the same basic design. The bridge is to the front, on large craft like this, probably on the third deck. The power generator and engine are on the bottom and to the back."

"And the Twilight Elements would be in the core, correct?" Gallows questioned.

"I will go there then. To the power generator and get the Elements." Emilia said. "I'm the only one who would know what they're doing regarding mechanics."

"Then Gallows and I will head for the bridge." Jet replied. "It looks like that hall up ahead on the left would take us there."

"Wait, can we handle Nobuo without Emilia." The Baskar questioned.

Jet nodded. "I know I can."

A sensor went off with a flash on the helm's control panel. Carole was quick to observe that as she sat at the seat of the behemoth sandcraft. "It looks like my daughter, Jet Enduro, and the Priest are here." She commented to Nobuo who stood to the back of the bridge. The room was made up of four walls with one long one, two on the sides that went diagonally in until it hit the ends of the final wall, where the helm was. Along those latter three walls where window panes capable of seeing outside the room.

Nobuo finally had a response to Carole's warning. "Pheh. I will handle that. You worry about moving us to our first target."

"The Ark of Destiny?" She looked to her controls and then forward again. "It's done. But…Nobuo…don't harm my daughter."

"I can make no promises." Nobuo remarked and began for the exit as the door slid open. It was there he made a stop. "I thought you cared not for the people of Filgaia and wished them dead?"

Carole's eyes opened wide. "I…"

"I will allow you to deal with her or the Baskar if they so wish to come to you. My primary concern right now is Enduro, after all. That damn younger brother of…I do hate the Enduro family if all of them choose to bother and insult me in the end."

"I understand."

"I could sense that Jet has improved since our pathetic battles previously." He grinned as he began to leave the room. "I wonder how well he can stand up to me…"

The door slid to a close behind him, leaving Carole to what she was here to do.