Truth

((For the simplification of the story, the Soulless language will be presented as normal text))

Michael slowly opened his eyes. His body felt sore. His eyelids were heavy. He could feel bandages over a good portion of his body. This can't get any worse. As he slowly got up he saw Sludge looking at him. His eyes widened and he would have tried moving back if it wasn't for his injuries.

"Get back," he ordered, holding his side as he tried to think of a way to fight back. Sludge obeyed, slithering back and looking at the ground. It was at that moment Michael realized where he was. He was on a metal table, inside a strange room. The walls were made of the same material, a light blue metal, with lights attached to the ceiling. A portion of the wall suddenly slid open and a figure stepped out, one that was too much even for our hero.

It was like an amalgam of sea creatures. The lifeform had four, yellow crab legs, with small red dots on them. The body was made of a hard, shell like material, colored a light orange color. Two crab like arms, with pincers at each end. It had a bulbous, bald head, made of skin instead of shell, with three oval shaped eyes on it, like a pyramid. The alien had what looked like a beard of tentacles, lacking an actual mouth. The suction cups on the tentacles connected with each other and pulled apart, making a clicking noise.

At first it just seemed like unintelligible gibberish, but steadily, as he listened, the sounds began to become understandable. "…brought you to me."

"I-I can understand you," Mike whispered, before stopping and thinking. He began to make a clicking noise with his tongue in a pattern, and the alien seemed to nod in response.

"Ah, good. The information I was given was correct then. You can understand us."

"Who are you? What are you?"

"I am Riefnd. I am an eldritch, but I suppose you would know me as A Soulless."

"Y-you're a Soulless?" LEGACY? LEGACY, can you hear me?

"Yes, but you need not fear me. I…Oh, where to start…? You are the host for the LEGACY Project, yes?"

"How did you know?"

"A newly made device built into the ship. I can detect it with relative ease. Still a tad buggy, but I found you, or rather it. I was meant to use it to help Zivix, but-"

"Wait, who?"

"The Soulless in charge of acquiring the LEGACY Project."

"Wait a second, earlier, you said that I would know you as a Soulless. What did you mean by that?"

"…What is your name, my friend?"

"What does-?"

"It would make it easier to talk to you," Riefnd interrupted. Michael sighed and told the alien his first name and awaited his answer. "I know this will be hard to believe, but please, hear me out. My species was hurt by the Old Ones."

"Old Ones? You mean the Wise Ones?"

"That is most likely what LEGACY called them, yes. My species, the eldritch, lived on the planet, Loweb. We were not a peaceful race. We lived in tribes and would often war against each other, but it was our world. Then the Old Ones came to our planet and began taking tribes of our people back to their own, as slaves. Loweb was taken and was filled with concentration camps so our people could be domesticated. Like animals."

"What…?"

"The term Soulless, is a derogatory term to my people, made by the Old Ones. It is meant to show that we are nothing but shells. No spirit within. We were oppressed and abused by the more technologically advance and powerful race until we reached our breaking point, and rebelled. It was many years into our enslavement that it happened. It had come to a point where for every single Old One, there were three Soulless. Our sheer numbers overcame their more advance weaponry, giving our species victory."

"But…That's impossible. I was told-"

"You were lied to. I am not saying all of the Old Ones were evil, no, of course not; some even tried fighting for our rights. But they were just caught in the crossfire as our war spanned their entire empire. In the end, we exterminated them and took their empire as our own. But the most advance of their technology is still out of our grasp and our leader wishes to acquire it, in hopes of using for the betterment of our species."

The Korat stared at the alien in shock and horror, slowly taking in all of this before stopping and glaring at him. "How can I believe you? How do I know you're not lying?"

"I saw your battle earlier, with this fine gentleman and his four cohorts. I saw the defense system being defeated like that. If what I was told before leaving here was correct, then you experienced a primary system shutdown. The LEGACY Project is inactive at the moment, but you should be able to access its data. Much like how you and I can talk. You unconsciously accessed the linguistics database. Now try and focus, and you should be able to access the history section."

"Wait, wait, wait. How do you know so much about LEGACY?" Mike inquired.

"I was briefed before coming here by our top scientists. They didn't have much to give me, due to the difficulty in learning about it, but everything they explained was valuable, as you can see."

Michael sighed and rubbed his head. He felt much like he had felt the night this whole thing began. When Hotok first spoke to him. He still had the pieces of metal that once made up his body in his room. Good God, he had his corpse in his room! And now he may have been lying to him the whole time?

The Korat shook his head and tried to focus his mind, searching for LEGACY's history section. It was difficult though, as he delved into the machine's mind. So many numbers and words, codes and phrases. Without the machine active to control it the wall between their two minds had cracked. Now he was just drilling in deeper, trying to break down the wall while its guardian slept.

Sludge watched the boy and wondered what the two had been doing, making all those clicking noises. He also wondered how such a kid could ever be the Silver Sentinel. Finally, he wondered if he could ever forgive him for threatening the lives of so many as this monster. The kid's more of a hero than me…

The train of thought was suddenly flung horribly off track as the ship shook. The three looked at each other in confusion as a metal hand suddenly punched through the wall of the ship and tore a large hole in it. In stepped Victim and the other three villains.

"You'll be coming with us, gents," Huma chuckled, blasting a hole in the ceiling of the ship. Michael gazed out of both holes and realized they were deep in the forest surrounding Roseville. Secondly, he realized a large, white ship was materializing in the air, as if from out of nowhere. As the three were forced aboard the ship, no one noticed LEGACY's secondary systems were still acting up.

No one realized that the systems were signaling something, sending a message out. It was a slow, quiet signal, but that made it harder to detect, which allowed it to arrive at its target without trouble. When that target received the message it activated itself.

Lucy.

The Khao Manee sighed as she heard her name and turned around. "I told you Yashy, I can't play right now. I have to-" She stopped as she realized she was all alone in the room, and the voice was still calling out to her. "Who's there?" She asked, standing up and looking around.

My name is LEGACY. Michael needs your help.

END

I'm going to call this, the PLOT TWIST Chapter from now on.