Chapter 006:
The meeting, part II
There she was, all alone, having to fight against one of the most powerful Erraths. She activated her oversoul armor. It was a magnificent saucer with sharp margins made out of sparkling blades. Not only it resonated with the magnetic field of objects, but after it crushed the opponents down due to the power of gravity, the blades were meant to finish the job.
It was indeed an extremely aggressive manifestation. But this was a critical situation, which wiuld cost a lot of furyoku and even her own life. It might sound as completely madness, but it was a necessity and she knew what she fought for: her own civilization, the honor of her own culture.
Rising again in the air, standing still on the grey saucer, Rutherfor arranged her black ravaged hair with the red patch bandana.
"The Patch of years of civilization. I won't let you ruin all this, even if it is the last thing I'll do."
The saucer flew at an amazing speed towards the opponents. Sethim covered Miyako with his arm and thanks to his quick reflexes they've manage to dodge the direct attack. Miyako stared confused at the surroundings. Eeverything was crushed down with the heavy gravitational field. The saucer was rotating itself and created a blurry field around the infuriated Patch member, and she could barely move.
"All of this for what? A simple deceiving?" asked Sethim maintaining an anti furyoku shield, which wasn't completely effective for both of them.
Rutherfor chuckled in an ironic gesture, then a rumbling metal noise was heard.
"It was back to the origins. We have met the Airikoh's and they taught us everything. The misteries of the stars, the oracle belt and how to contact the great spirit. They've showed us the enlightenment and how to organize the Shaman Tournament, in order for the right King to be chosen."
Miyakocouls barely stare at her as she was controlling the sentinel with her own powers, because the gravitational field was to powerful for it to move itself. She tried to warn him by pointing her finger towards it. Hardly rising her arm, she felt how it was taken in his gentle hand. This touch made her look in Sethim's eyes, which were completely calm, completed with a reassuring smile.
"And still, they gave us access to this amazing power, but you had to share it with the world. You were never allowed to use it for your own purposes. This is why the people from other continents, conquered you so easily, hundreds of years ago. Wasn't it painful watching all your people perish, without being able to do anything about it?"
A clack was heard. The machinery was fully charged.
"No!" Rutherfor opposed. "It was their wise decision to let everything follow its course!"
Sethim chuckled.
"It was wise indeed. By forbidding you to involve with humans, your genes were preserved pure. I would rather say the technique was not used for its historical meaning, but rather for breeding. All they really wanted was to preserve their species."
"YOU'reWRONG!" shouted Rutherfor as the bright laser beam emerged. A full blast appeared and everything was lit with a strong explosion.
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After the blast, Miyako still couldn't figure most of the objects. Instead she felt a warm embrace, so powerful and protective that she gave her a good sensation she'd never felt before. It was as if she was being held in the arms of someone, and that figured out to be Sethim. He covered her in order to protect from the powerful attack. The smoke began to clear itself and she could see the distand figure of a fatigued girl, whose face seemed a little bit desperate.
"It is all in vain" said Sethim as he let go of her and stood up. His figure remained unchanged. "You earthlings are quite strange, holding up to your belief system in order to cope with injustice."
His rod began to glow. He redirected a powerful energy towards her, and it quickly put her to the ground. Rutherfor knew that this battle was already lost. Still, she stood up in spite of everything in order to give the final reply:
"Who are you to talk like this? No…you, you brought a human with you. Just to keep the Arikoh's away." And then she collapsed to the ground, although still conscious.
Sethim chuckled. Miyako thought about this…did he bring her with him just for that?
"They would have hidden anyway. But fortunately, the girls found them."
The whole room brightened. Their bodies were suddenly teleported to the head commanding room. Miyako and Rutherfor both remained stunned when they saw Marla and Martha, both holding captive two persons: an old man and a young boy, which were wearing the same cloth. They seemed to look quite human, only bald and with strange painted on their faces. The symbol which stood out was the hexagon on their foreheads.
"Sorry master, we were a little late." Said Martha with a proud voice.
"Yeah, and it seems like they knew a little bit how to defend themselves. Although it is clear that they hadn't been fighting for a while…perhaps never in their lifetime" chuckled Marla.
The young boy wanted to say something against them but he shut after he saw his master's disapproval look. This slight change of revolting expression caught Miyako's attention. He had something for a second…a spark, a fire which to be lit, all that was needed was a simple match.
"Giving us the silent treatment? This is so typical for Airkohs…Always standing behind the curtain, being pleased with the feeling that the strings of fate are being pulled by your kind. But only this time, we cut them so easily, because they were simply old and not so flexible anymore…" Sethim approached the held hostages, thing which made the old man cough really badly, like he was suffering from a serious illness.
"Stop! You are making him sick!" Rutherfor shouted in an manner which made her shoulder ache. The battle had her body damaged.
"I think they are already infected by us, you know…" Martha responded ironically.
"Infected? What do you mean?" Miyako asked, but managing to hide her surprised reaction very well in a mild, slightly curious tone of her voice.
"Why do you think they let a half-blooded Airikoh fight for them, while sitting and observing the fight? Why do you think they trusted their old, rusted sentinels to exterminate us? Because they have been behind the curtains for too long. Being so isolated from the rest of the world in order to preserve the purity of their genes made them be sensitive to any exterior bacteria. Their immune system simply can't handle the outside beings anymore. They stood in their little cave, their numbers slowly decreasing because of the extreme conditions and lack of gene diversification…I would rather call it…the Phantom of the Opera disease."
While saying these words, he approached the two hostages with slow, but intimidating steps. When he reached to them, he touched the little boy's forehead, ignoring the old man coughing his lungs out and watching with indignation.
"Except for this one…" the little boy's revolted expression was replaced with a scared one. "This is their last resort. Somebody containing a little bit of genes from the outside world, somebody who was raised in their culture. Somebody to try and continue this part of the species."
The boy's look changed into an angered one and shook his head brutally. Sethim smirked and removed his cold fingers from the boy's skin.
"Hmm, so if he is the gene dominator…" Marla had a grin and looked at Rutherfor. "This means that her…"
The Patch girl blushed nervously and shaked her body rapidly as a response, even though it was aching and she couldn't really move.
"No! That is just…absurd!" she tried to deny the image in her head, but her attention was rapidly directed towards Sethim's sudden evil chuckle.
"Can't you see?" he spun easily in a circle with his arms wide open. "They don't consider your human nature! For them, you are only puppets for the species propagation! Ahaha!"
"…Fallacy. You know nothing about our kind. Because of this boy, your plan will inevitably fail."
These were the only words the old man spoke with a thickened words, to everyone's surprise and Sethim's unpleased reaction.
"Repead that." He said, but the old man refused to talk anymore. "Fine then. Those shall be your last words."
Sethim hit him with his scepter in his head, thing which pinned him to the ground.
"Master Giro!" The young boy shouted.
"Don't worry, he is not dead.." Sethim looked at him with cold eyes, pointing the scepter at his forehead. "But the disease will kill him anyway."
The boy's vision entered a blackout. The curtains have been shredded at last, revealing only and empty space filled with lifeless voodoo dolls on the black wall...