Chapter Five: Anew.
Steering a ship was hard. Especially when you are as tall as the main compartment, and don't have ghost to pilot it for you, Yelaris learnt. Kiviks was steering his ship pretty well, considering the problems. The two were headed across the Atlantic, since one of the waypoints over there marked on the ships HUD were marked 'FALLEN HOTSPOT', it made sense to head over there. Suddenly, the intercom system burst into life. "Marcus?" the voice called out "You there? Its Ezekiel, y'know, the Titan. We met in the Cosmodrome? I see your ship, I'm in the dead zone, and I can see you."
"Don't speak." Kiviks said, also through the intercom. "All it'll do is cause problems."
"Don't worry about it" she replied, she switched the intercom off. She thought to herself, what did she really think of Kiviks? She dismissed the thought of a romantic relationship back in the cave. But the thought of him kept arising, keeping her focus away from the task. She took a hard left, and a hive ship ripped a hole in the sky in front of her. "What the...? She said, before a volley of hive energy cannons flew at her.
She took evasive actions, and the ship spun past the balls of energy. "It will take more than a few blasts to keep me down!" She shouted. As if by coincidence, another volley was fired, this time, one found its mark. The ships engines blew up, and the inner cabin was ablaze. She quickly tuned on the intercom. "Kiviks! I'm going down, I've been hit," she gasped for air, "don't follow, don't follow!" She passed out.
The intercom whirred.
"Fallen? In Marcus` ship? I'll check this out..." said the voice of Ezekiel.
Kiviks was not aware that Yelaris had went down until an hour of human time had passed, he was long over the ocean, and the ship had ran out of fuel. He set down on the waypoint, and indeed it had once been an Eliksni base, but it was long burnt out. There was the banner of the house of Wolves in the centre, but somebody, most likely a human, had vandalized it, a massive pink, something, was over the standard picture. A rustling of leaves startled Kiviks, and drew two of his shock blades. "Who goes there?" He shouted. There was no answer, at least not linguistic.
Bullets rained upon Kiviks` armour, and a lucky shot grazed the side of his exposed head. He roared, and ran into the tree line, braving whatever was in there.
Yelaris awoke in a dark room, with her arms all ties back and her legs bound to a chair. A human, relatively tall for what he is, covered in scars, and with brown hair, was strolling about the room. The man was scary looking, an almost evil demeanor as such. He noticed that she was awake.
The man`s ghost appeared. "Analyzing linguistic skills. 10%, 40%, 87% Done. Available languages include: Eliksni, human variant English."
"Wait, a fallen that speaks English?" The man asked.
"What's it to you? She said in his tongue.
"My god... I almost killed you straight away when I saw you body impaled on that railing. You can thank me later, by the way. Back to my original point, why the hell did you kill my friend? Don't try to lie to me, because you had his ship, and human blood all over you."
"I killed him. Was he small? Scout rifle? Liked going for chests?" She asked. The Titan nodded. "I snapped his neck."
The Titan`s hands glowed with arc energy, and he punched her square in the face, sending her right across the length of the room. "Jesus Christ, I'm sorry, I just, flare up when..." Before he could finish his sentence, Yelaris leaped at him, her bounds cut by the sword that Ezekiel did not remove. Her body glowed red, and Eliksni writing hovered above her head. `Empress` it wrote. Yelaris swiped across his face, leaving a bloody trail along it, she proceeded to kick him once right in the spot of pain, in the crotch. Ezekiel fell to the side, his hands now clutching in between his legs.
If only he had worn armour to confront the fallen. "Don't. Touch. Me, Pig." Yelaris growled. She walked out the room, and found a small shelter nearby; she found a flat surface, and some rough material that she could turn to blankets. It didn't take her long to fall asleep.
Zelviks was a careful being. He always gave him 15 minutes each way in his free time as Kell, to meet with his lover Reah. Normally, he would not need to be so secretive. However, this was an exceptional circumstance. Reah was a human. 10 years before Zelviks became Kell, he was captured by the awoken and used as a toy for guardians, but not Reah.
Reah was on transfer, an ambassador for the last city, and when he was starving, she gave him food. When he was injured, she healed him, and when he was lonely, she was there. Reah and Zelviks taught each other, through strange means, how to speak each other's languages. Such is love, an unusual force, yet as strong as the great machine. The two had been in a relationship for quite a long time before things got serious. Only via a close circle of 'trustworthy' individuals could help deliver the baby.
They named him Xabliks. A strange combination, the child was constantly sick, and caught diseases from both parentages. The child had human like hair, three eyes, and Eliksni overall looks. Xabliks was brought up learning both sides. By the time he was coming of age, the boy was a genius, could speak Eliksni and English, Spanish and Japanese fluently. However, he was invalid.
The house of emperors could not take him as an heir to the throne. The night of the denial, Zelviks received a dream. A female figure, face covered by rags and metal whispered upon him. "You will die in the coming weeks. The house of emperors will fall. Your legacy will not die however, and your son will father another son. That son will father a daughter, and that daughter will bring back your legacy. She will rebuild the house of emperors. However, she will face grew hardships. Agony, fear, death. You may provide her with gifts. Provide me with 3 things you believe her to need, and I will bestow it upon her."
Zelviks had a dream like this before, asking if he needed, only if he absolutely needed companionship. And the great one had bestowed Reah. The price however was his empire. He did not hesitate. "I wish her to have a mighty weapon, a sword fit for an Empress, and two companions. A human and an Eliksni. Lastly, I wish her to love. Unrequitable love. Unconditional, undying. Under one circumstance however. She will not discover it right away; she must find her own path."
"Very well." The figure replied "Goodbye Zelviks."
Yay! There it was, chapter five. Credit and thanks to Sonic and Child of R'lyeh for their OC's. To anybody waiting for their OC to be added, it does take a while to check if I can add them in, so just be patient. Zebra out!