The Seventh Element
Chapter 3
Legend of the Millennium Items
"We have 48 hours, that's all the time it needs to grow strong enough to make the journey here." Malik said.
"And if we don't stop it within 48 hours?" Kaiba asked.
"Then we don't stop it at all. The goal of this thing is not to fight over money, or land or power…but to exterminate life. All life, everywhere."
"And as you've said, any attack we wage on this thing makes it stronger. I'm assuming then that there is no weapon that can harm it?" Kaiba replied.
"There is only one weapon." Malik said grimly. Ishizu laid a large, leather bound book in front of Kaiba. Malik opened the first page to reveal a picture of a Monocheawan. "The Monocheawan are older then the UFT knows. They have been around for thousands for years, possibly hundreds of thousands. It was they who helped us defeat Evil 5000 years ago, with the Ancient Egyptians. They built the Temple of Life, they crafted the Millennium Items needed to vanquish Evil. With these items, they have a being meant to harness the power of the Items, and channel it into The Light of Creation." Malik turned the page. Kaiba cocked his head in interest. It the picture was an ancient temple, with six golden items surrounding a single man. Beams of power were coursing from the items into the man, and a shining white beam of light emanated from him."
"The Light of Creation is a weapon that does not destroy, but creates. It spreads like to the farthest reaches of the universe. The Light is created when the Seventh Element, the symbol of Good, stands in the middle of the temple, surrounded by the Millennium Items…" Malik grew tense and turned the page once more. "But…if, Evil, stands in the temple." Kaiba narrowed his eyes. A sinister looking man was standing amongst the golden items. All around him lay the bodies of dying people and those already dead. "Then Light turns to Dark. Life to Death. Forever."
"In 1914, the Monocheawan sensed the onset of World War I, and took the Items with them for safekeeping. They promised to return the Items once Evil returns, a time which is upon us now."
"Sir." Joey called. "We have a Monocheawan freighter craft at the UFT border, requesting permission to enter our airspace." Kaiba stared at Malik for a moment.
"You realize of course, if you're wrong, you'll be executed for inciting false paranoia and superstition in the presidential cabinet." He muttered.
"If I am wrong Mr. President, we will all be executed for the simple crime of living." Malik said quietly. Kaiba rolled his eyes.
"Grant the Monocheawan entry. Send an escort too, I want that ship here as soon as possible." He told Joey. Malik smiled in relief.
"Thank you Mr. President."
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"Permission to enter restricted air space granted." Joey's voice crackled. Mirojathyne nodded and piloted the craft forwards. Outside his ship, two small, stubby fighters zoomed toward it. Inside each was a large, pig-like creature. The two chuckled and called up weapon controls.
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"Sir, we have two unidentified craft entering our air space." An officer said. Kaiba and Malik both turned their attention to him. Joey looked over his shoulder.
"Call up a reading of the style of craft." He commanded. The officer typed, and an image of the two craft appeared on screen. Joey cursed. "Mangalores."
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"Show time!" Girleg laughed. He and Flort piloted their ships down to travel along the outer hull of the Monocheawan craft. The two opened fire, and the craft was bombarded by laser fire. Mirojathyne futility tried to pilot the ship to safety. But it was too late. The guidance controls of the craft malfunctioned, and the ship spiraled down to Earth. The ship slammed into the Sea of Japan and was consumed by the waters, Girleg called up communications and radioed their commander as he flew through the atmosphere.
"Darek, we have shot down the craft. We will begin salvaging shortly." He said. On the other end, Darek grunted.
"Good work Girleg. I radio Earth and tell him we have what he asked for."
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The buildings of Domino were miles tall, but even this building towered above them. It was over 600 stories tall, while most other buildings were only 400. A phone rang, and the secretary on the top floor picked it up.
"Mr. Bakura's office." She said sweetly. "One moment, I'll punch you through." She hung up and stood. Walking to a large pair of iron doors, she reached down and hit in intercom button. "Mr. Bakura, you have Darek on line 1." She said.
Inside the doors, Ryou Bakura, CEO of Bakura Products and Services, let a rare smile grace his lips. Perfect, right on time. If there was one thing Bakura liked, it was a punctual alien. He reached to his desk and picked up his phone.
"Good to hear from you Darek." Bakura muttered. "I assume you carried out your orders as told?"
"Yes. We will have the Items you asked for shortly." Bakura's grin grew wider.
"Good. I'll meet you at the factory in afewhours. Oh, and Darek?" Bakura said. "Don't disappoint me. I don't like being disappointed." Bakura hung up and chuckled. Life was good.
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"5000 years of waiting…for nothing." Malik said to himself. Kaiba ignored him and pulled Joey to him.
"Reports?" Kaiba asked.
"We've contacted the Monocheawan High Council. They detest the incident but acknowledge our apologies."
"Reports from the crash site?"
"One survivor, DOA. He's headed down to Genetic Reconstruction in Domino Japan." Joey said. Kaiba nodded.
"Good." He turned and stared at Malik. "Malik, I'm calling a transport to take you home." He said. Malik looked up and shook his head.
"N, no I must stay here, I am the Monocheawan contact with Earth, they'll come for me."
"Malik." Kaiba interrupted angrily. "A Monocheawan craft was just shot down by outlawed aliens in UFT air space. This is a government matter now, and you are not a member of the cabinet. Thus, you've no right to be involved. I'll contact you if I need your opinion." A guard reached down and slapped Malik's book shut, pulling the Egyptian to his feet.
"Wheeler, get down to Domino, oversee the survivor's GR. Whoever or whatever he is, I want an explanation of what happened and whatever was on that ship. Speaking of which, get a salvage crew there while you're down there. If those Millennium things were on board, I want them brought here." Kaiba turned and stared at Malik, who was being led out to the docks. "Although it's unlikely, Malik may be right. Keep a watch on him. He does anything to interfere with the proceedings, I want him arrested."