"Fine, we'll work together."
"Okay, but we have to hurry! I'll help you get him up, and then you have to create a portal that will take us back to Twiloh," Xena said, kneeling down beside Taro. Ace, then gave her a skeptical look, that she immediately noticed as she took Taro by the arm. "What?"
"I can't just create a portal!"
"Why not?!"she asked confused and irritated.
"In order to make an appropriate portal, we must be out in open space, and I don't see how we can…," Ace stopped, when he noticed Taro trying to get his attention, by grabbing his forearm. "Taro, what is it?"
"I-I can…"he stopped for a moment, while trying to catch his breath, "I can fly…"
"Taro, don't be ridiculous!" Xena said, clearly rejecting the notion. "You can't fly, you can barely stand. We'll just have to think of something else."
"No!" Taro, shouted forcefully enough to show he wasn't kidding. He then pulled out of both their grips with surprising strength, and slowly began to stand up. Fearing that his legs were going to give out again, Ace reached out to him, but Taro briskly raised a hand ,stopping him. He leaned a hand against the nearest wall to help balance himself. He was soon standing straight up, and turned to the others to see their reaction.
Ace, seemed a little bewildered at his sudden strength, seeing how feeble he was a second ago, but Xena on the other hand wasn't, since she had experienced similar cases many times before. And not just from, Taro. She had seen many victims suffer with the same illness. After each episode of pain, and other numerous analgesic symptoms, the patient would have a sudden burst of energy, though each time, the amount of energy would continue to decline, until finally….
"Taro…do you think your strong enough to fly out into space…for a short distance, anyway?"Ace asked, fearing that it was too risky.
"It's not like we have any other choice."
Deep in space, not too far from the land of light:
About twelve hours away from M78, a forceful army made up of multiple ships, travels at a molecular fast rate, as it's on it's way to rage war on an unsuspecting world.
Inside, the largest ship, called the "Yakamura", is a dark figure, overlooking the horizon as the ship zooms through space. He's a tall well built male, with a short shaven beard. His purple hair is quite long with a few strips of white and is pulled into a low ponytail. His eyes are hard and serious with a long red scar going over the right one. One eye is blue and the other with the scar is completely white, which gives a scary look to him. His uniform is, of course, black, and his top has a low neck line, which exposes some of his chest. The top is also sleeveless, revealing two incredibly muscular arms, which are both crossed. He stands as if he's made of stone. He doesn't even turn his head as he is approached by a young soldier.
"Report!" he says in a demanding voice without even moving his eyes to look at the soldier.
"General, sir, our estimated time of arrival to our destination, is twelve hours. We should arrive by noon tomorrow."
"Alert, all personel! I want them to be at their best tomorrow! I will expect nothing less than, perfection! I don't care who these humanoid light beings say they are, nor do I care how supposedly strong they are, I want them all to be put an end to! Do you hear me, lieutenant?!" the general barked at the young lieutenant.
"Yes, sir! I'll give the crew the message," the lieutenant firmly said, trying not to be moved by his superiors outburst. He then walked off to inform the crew.
Once the General knew that the young lieutenant was out of sight, and uncrossing his arms, he slowly reached into the top opening of his shirt, and pulled out a small thin folded piece of paper. He carefully unfolded it, since it was old and most likely very fragile. He looked at it and his hard face suddenly softened.
It was a picture of a little girl, no older than ten. She had long purple hair that went over her shoulders with streaks of pink through it. She had fair blue skin and beautiful bright blue eyes. She appeared to be wearing some kind of uniform, but instead of black, it was gray with a white belt. She wasn't smiling, in fact, her expression was completely blank and free of emotion. She was standing in front of a large building, probably a training academy.
The general gently touched the picture with the girl, before folding it back up and clutching it tightly inside his hand. His eyes looked back up into space and they were now fiercer than ever, as he thought to himself, "I swear I'll make them pay. No one takes my daughter and gets away with! No one!"
Author note: Sorry, that this chapter is a little shorter than usual, I'll try to make the next one longer. I'm sure it's very obvious that this anonymous general is going to turn out to be Xena's father, so hopefully that will lead to something interesting. Please, keep viewing my new chapters and find out! Thank you!