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Thru New Eyes
Chapter 8
According To Legend
It was about 9 PM when Siron returned to the ship. Jumba was waiting for him at the entrance. As he met Jumba's gaze, Jumba looked downward. "Am very sorry 628, did not be meaning for you to find out that way."
"Then why? Why did you hide all that from me?" Siron asked.
Jumba sighed as he turned back into the ship. "Is because I was trying to find way to fix error in programming before it was becoming real problem. Did not want to tell you because did not want to worry you."
"Can you fix it, Jumba?"? Siron asked as he stood in the door.
"I will be finding a way. Even if it is taking miracle, I will find way to fix it. Now be coming inside, you have had long day."
As the two went inside, the mood was somber. Jumba was truthful in the fact he wouldn't stop until he found a way to fix the problem, but it would have to make itself known in some way before he could isolate it safely without harm to Siron. Siron thought about what both Lilo and Chance had said, that he did have a purpose and that if it came to it, he may have to use it. He hoped that Chance was mistaken, but something told him the boy was on to something, that there was more to it. He got onto the computer, where an email was displayed.
"You need to be reading that, Siron. Does not reveal anything relative to function, but does reveal origin of name." Jumba said as he read over the little experiment's shoulder.
"What is this?" Siron asked as he looked at the long document. It had strange pictures and was obviously a translation of some older, possibly ancient, text.
"It is your namesake. These documents are telling of the Legend of Siron. Had old college buddy on Turo send me these. He is thinking there may be more to them than legend." Then Jumba laughed. "Then again, he was always thinking such fanciful things. Oh well, enjoy reading texts, 628. Will be seeing you in morning."
Siron turned back to the screen. "So this is the story of the person I was named after."
After quickly glancing over the first page or so of the document, Siron quickly realized that his namesake was a being of sort, not a person. The texts described him as "clad in metallic armor of crimson, which thick, polygonal shape made him look more machine than man. His helmet is full covering, the silver colored breather having no intake, his eye holes instead are yellow gems in the shape of narrowed, angry eyes."
Siron read further, as the text began to tell of the nature of the being.
The Siron is a creature of what we have come to call the Omniverse. We have known for a long time that our universe is part of a larger whole, know as a multiverse. But what we have only recently uncovered is that multiverse is really part of an even larger whole. The universes in a multiverse usually share characteristics with each other: similar people, similar civilizations, etc.; although the events occurring in each can vary, they are often similar to some degree. Multiverses, on the other hand, vary wildly on every aspect…
The Siron is of unknown origin, though it is speculated that it was born of the same energies that permeate and often influence the course of universes. Its power is in many ways almost limitless, thought it seems to be able to have little effect on the power of life; as such it cannot bring back the dead. It permeates an extremely chaotic energy at all times, the effect of which is that it is said that no mind control can hold it or anything near it, to the effect that even established control shatters in its aura…
In addition to it's aura it seems to be able to control massive amounts of energy, whether from itself or from the emotions of souls in contact with it, we are not sure. What we do know is that it is capable of turning energies back upon their sender by using its own power, as if its power was adaptable enough to match and reflect energies as if they were solid. It does so by channeling its power thru its weapon, which according to legend has changed over its existence, yet is normally a sword or mace…
The Siron is normally bound to the Omniverse, and can only interfere in matters that threaten at the very least the destruction of one or more universes. Ancient legends infer that it can overstep this boundary, as in many of the tales of its deeds. As to how, however, the legends give us little. And as to what such forces can create such a threat, we do not even wish to begin to comprehend.
The text continued on, speaking of the many tales attributed to the Siron. Just by reading the text, Siron realized that many did have elements that could never exist in reality, at least, this one, if the text was to be believed. Such a prospect made him more excited that he could ever remember being, if he could discover a way to travel between universes, or even farther, the potential for learning could be limitless.
For the first time in his short life, Siron daydreamed. He dreamed of finding a way to cross the barrier, of what he might find on the other side, and of waited there and beyond. And he dreamed of what it would be like to meet his namesake. His thoughts however were interrupted by someone entering the ship. Two someones, actually.
Lilo and Stitch had bumped into each other on their way to the ship, and each confessed they knew about 628. Of course, Lilo was upset that Stitch hadn't told her right away after he found out, and likewise Stitch was upset when he found out that Lilo never intended to let him use his programming, because she wanted to face her demons herself. Both decided the best thing to do was help Siron find out as much as he could, so perhaps they could find a way to suppress the programming.
Siron turned to greet the two as they entered the ship, not surprised that 626 now knew of his existence. Lilo was after all 626's mate, and part of Siron's psychological programming stated that it was wise for mates not to keep secrets. "Hello. I guess you want to see the chip I found on Lilo's powers."
"Actually, no. We want to see if we can help you find out more about yourself." Lilo replied.
"Yeah, I already read Lilo's file from over your shoulder, so I know what it says." Stitch said as he turned his attention to the monitor.
"How long have you known about me?" Siron asked, surprised.
"Since yesterday afternoon, when you were hanging out with that kid." Stitch replied as he studied the screen. "I thought Jumba said he didn't believe in any of this?"
"He got that for me so I could learn more about my namesake, to make up for the fact he hasn't be able to find a way to fix my programming."
"He said he could fix it? But I thought he told Pleakly that he couldn't fix what he didn't know was wrong." Lilo said as she turned her attention away from the screen.
"He said he wouldn't give up until he found a way, but without knowing where to look in my programming, he could peremently damage me. He told me this when I came home."
Lilo smiled, while Stitch continued to pay attention to the texts. "I'm proud of Jumba; he's come a long way from when he'd take an experiment apart for almost no reason." Lilo proclaimed happily.
"Yeah, I remember when he first came to Earth; he said he was going to take me apart that one time when he tried to capture me." Stitch added. "Hey, look at this attachment to the file." He then proceeded to open the attachment, which was a note from the person who sent it, plus what looked to be a story of sorts.
Dear Jumba,
I have recently been researching the Siron mythos, and I found a connection in one of the weirdest of places. The enclosed tale is not Aragorian, its Tyrusian, about one hundred years before the formation of the Galactic Alliance.
A Tale of Hope from Man to Child
A man and a son, in a darkening world, wander in search of miracles. One day the son turns to the father. "Father, how will we know we find hope?" The man's reply was
"When one with courage stands up to guide us. Until then, we must wait."
"Why cannot we stand up and lead, Father?" Asked the son.
"Why cannot the one beyond meddle in affairs he wishes to? He cannot because he has not found the way. The bards of long ago say that when one not of this world wishes to touch the worlds of us and others, he must find a single soul, one not for the world. Only then can he find his vessel into the affairs of those he seeks to help."
"What does that all mean, Father?"
The father smiled as they reached the fork. "We simply have not found the way yet. We must search until the day destiny calls us to our way to banish this fear."
I know the tale is rather short, but I'm sure "the one beyond" is the Siron. As to what it means to find a single soul, not for the world, I'm stumped. You've created some smart experiments, and you're always bragging on how clever that little girl is, so I'd figured since you'd inquired about it, I'd send this your way.
Hope to see you at the college reunion.
Yours truly,
Magaxs of Typhoo
"Well, that was interesting. So, Lilo, any ideas of what it means?" Stitch asked.
"Why are you asking me? I don't have any idea of what any of it means either. What makes you think I'd know?" Lilo replied.
"Well you are a 'clever little girl'." Stitch said with a smirk.
"Hah, hah. And aren't you supposed to be the experiment with the computer brain? Do you know what it means?" Lilo said as she gave Stitch a look.
"Ok, so we can assume none of us are sure what it means, or if it means anything at all." Siron said as he finished reading over the files. His namesake, if this was all to be believed, was some kind of powerful. It was entertaining and all, but it got him no closer to helping him. He sighed. It was getting late and they had spent all of their time reading ancient fairy tales.
"Well, I guess that didn't help much, and me and Stitch need to be getting to bed." Lilo said, empathizing her point by yawning.
"Yeah, we have school tomorrow. Guess we'll see you later, Siron." Stitch said as he got down off the consol.
"Wait one moment. I have something for you Lilo. Apparently Stitch has already seen most of it, but I think you should be able to go over it as well, since it is about you." Siron said as he climbed up to the parts box where the chip on the LG project was kept. He opened the box and took the chip out, then tossed it to the aqua blue experiment.
"Is this what I think it is? Is this Jumba's file on me?" Lilo asked, just out of reflex.
"Indeed, and take this." Siron continued as he dropped down from the shelf and took out a small device. "This is a microscreen. It isn't as powerful as any of Jumba's computers, but it should be able to read the chip and tell you what you want to know."
Lilo smiled as she took the microscreen from Siron. "Thanks, you have no idea how much this means to me."
As someone else who does not know everything about himself, I can tell you I do. Siron thought to himself as the pair left the ship.
Chaos reigned on the Ramos as the scientists struggled to isolate the cause of the several explosions in the research labs. This was made more difficult, however, due to the fact that each explosion took out more of the surveillance and monitoring equipment. And it was about to get a lot harder.
"What is going on here?" screamed Hamsterville as he came onto the bridge in his hoverchair.
"Dr. Hamsterville, we're sorry for the disturbance. It seems something caused a series of explosions on one of the research bays, but I'm sure it's nothing to worry, just a mechanical failure I'm sure." Said the lead scientist, pulling at his collar, sweating bullets.
"Mechanical failure my pattooke! One of your projects is out of control and so help me, if it damages my creation…"
Hamsterville was interrupted by one of the crew members. "We have a visual. It seems to be some sort of black creature."
Everyone turned to the screen, and Hamsterville's eyes widened in horror. "No, this cannot be!" he turned to the lead scientist and flew up to his face. "You said that there was no chance of her regaining any memories!"
"There wasn't sir! There was no way possible for her to regain her memories on her own! I'm just as confused as you are." The lead scientist stuttered out. There was no scientific way for a clone to have the memories of the original unless the creator had them put there.
"Then why is she destroying the ship?" Hamsterville said in a menacing tone. The truth was, however, that he was scared out of his wits. If this clone had gained the memories of the original, he would be her first target, and there was nothing he could do to stop her.
"Perhaps a flaw or maybe somebody sabotaged her?"
Hamsterville turned back to the crew. "I don't care what any of you are having to do to stop it, just stop it!"
"Do we have permission to terminate?" replied one of the lizardmen at the controls.
"Yes, yes, a thousands times, yes! Just keep her away from me!"
Meanwhile, in the bowels of the ship, Lilith was happily destroying anything and everything in sight, but she was starting to get bored. "Come out wherever you are, you little gerbil, I promise it won't hurt…a little." She laughed as she blasted another security camera.
Her ears perked up as she heard soft footsteps from behind her. So, someone thinks they can sneak up on me. Are they in for a surprise. She turned around to face her would be ambushers. "I know you're there. Now come out and I might not kill you right off."
Silence. She could still hear the sound of their breathers, and even some of their heartbeats, but they were trying to force her to make the first move. Her face formed into an evil smirk. So they want to die that way, huh? Ok, I'm good with that. Lilith charged her wings as she took flight toward the corner. As she came around the bend, she heard the sounds of plasma fire. She retracted her wings around her body as the bolts came flying forward toward her. Not surprisingly, at least to her, the bolts all reflected off harmlessly. Still they fired, thinking they might be able to bring her down if they kept her on the defensive.
They were wrong. Lilith discharged the energy she had been gathering since she woke up, and it created a large ion explosion, destroying everything within 20ft of her, including her attackers. Nothing but ash and charred bone mass remained of the attack squad. She laughed loudly as she walked over the corpses like she was passing thru a grassy field, as many of the bones she stepped upon turned to dust. "Was that the best you have?" she shouted as loud as she could. "If so, you're all going to die."
"We've lost communication with Squad 3, sir. This doesn't look good." said the Comm. Officer.
"I know it's not good! We have no choice but to begin evacuation, but we will need one of the squads to obtain some the higher end projects." The lead scientist replied.
"We may not be able to." one of the scanner officers said as he turned away from his consol. "The creature is currently in the high security storage bay."
The lead scientist turned pale. "Forget evacuation! Send all security squads to the storage bay." He then turned back to the door. "If it gets a hold of what's contained within that vault, then there might not be any use in running."
"Speaking of running, sir, Doctor Hamsterville took off and is headed in that direction."
"I don't care! It's his fault we're in this mess anyway! I don't care if that monster of his tears him apart!"
Meanwhile, the storage bay was a war zone. To make matters worse than they were already, Lilith had gotten a hold of several high powered explosives and was tossing them into the mobs of solders. The bombs would explode on impact, leaving a deep crater and a bloody mess of bodies. The explosions were big enough to be felt all throughout the ship. With Lilith distracted by all the mayhem, Hamsterville snuck past and into one of the vaults. He entered an override code into the computer and the vault door swung open, revealing a ship with a strange satellite hitched onto it.
"Well, this plot was a big failure, but I always have a plan B!" Hamsterville said as he boarded the vessel, which wasn't much larger than a Federation Space Cruiser. "The device attached to this ship, in my command, the damage will be huge!"
He quickly entered the codes that undid the security locks on the hanger access, and punched the ignition. The ship flew thru the corridor and into the hanger, where another quick hack and Hamsterville got the bay doors open. "So long, you fools!"
Hamsterville's activities did not go unnoticed by the bridge crew.
"That little… he stole the Sweeper Cannon! Get everyone to their ships on the double. Have Research evacuate to Base Stellar, and have all security personal go after that little rodent. We can't let anyone find out about that thing, we could all be arrested!"
"Sir, we have a problem! Several charges are missing for the Sweeper, and they are likely aboard its transport craft."
"If Hamsterville finds out about, he could use the cannon on the station. Get everyone off the Ramos, this instant!"
Too bad none of them would make it. As soon as Hamsterville had cleared the Sweeper Cannon's blast radius, he inserted a charge in it, locked on, and fired. The Sweeper Cannon gathered the radiation around it in visible green bolts of power. Within seconds the green bolts had amassed into a huge violet charge at the center of the dish. The cannon discharged the massive bolt of radiation, which cut thru the hull of the ship like butter. Less than a second later, something else discharged from the cannon, following the path of the beam. This red object connected with the hull of the ship and exploded in a bright flash, evaporating the entire ship in the blink of an eye.
Hamsterville laughed maniacally as he watched the entire spectacle. This went on for about another minute, as he savored the fact that now he had a weapon powerful enough to get revenge on that miserable little dirt ball called Earth. That fact that he had escaped that psychotic clone only made everything better.
"That was a nice light show, Hamsterville." Came a voice from behind him. "But I prefer my own brand of firepower."
Hamsterville turned around in horror at the sound of that voice. "It can't be how did you?"
There Lilith stood, in all her dark glory, her wings spread wide as she approached her doomed victim. "Hello, again." She said casually, with a menacing smirk upon her face.
"Ok, listen. I'm pretty sure we are both wanting the same thing, right? Revenge on that miserable little earth girl?" Hamsterville stuttered out, try to make a deal with the homicidal clone.
"Yeah, but there's just one problem." Lilith replied. "And I think it needs to be fixed before anyone gets revenge on anybody."
"What is it? I will get you anything you want!" Hamsterville screamed, thinking his life may have just been spared.
The grin on Lilith's face, on the other hand, should have told him otherwise. "The problem is, gerbilville," she paused for dramatic effect. "I work alone."
Before Hamsterville could even muster up a response, Lilith let loose with a blast powerful enough to fry the small hamster-like creature. The blast was powerful enough that it slammed his blasted form into the wall of the bridge.
Lilith walked up to admire her work. "Not bad, didn't disengrate him though." She turned her head up as a flash overtook her body, and left in its place her human form, although a bit of color had been added. Black tattoos of various shadowy designs covered her body in different places. She turned to look into the glass. "Nice touch, but I won't be able to just try and switch myself with the little good girl."
She stood there for a moment, like she was listening to something. "That is a better idea. And it would take a lot less time. With a lot more suffering."
She waltzed over to the controls and set the auto-pilot. "Yeah, I know. And I'll get rid of your little problem after I get my revenge on those two, don't worry about it." She then turned to look out the window as the auto-pilot engaged the H-drive. With a meancing smile she touched her hand to the pane. "Ready or not, you little weaklings, cause he I come."
End Chapter 8
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