(AN) AUTHOR'S NOTES: Hey every I am truly very sorry for such a late and MIA update with this chapter it's gonna be a two parter meaning like with chapter ten this chapter is also gonne be two parts. But here is small message from my editor to all you guys whom have been wondering WFT has happen in the past few weeks with this update.
(AN) dragonwriter24cmf: Okay so first things first...sorry about the long wait for updates. I was injured, laid up for about two months, and handling things got me way behind on my writing. So to everyone who has been waiting impatiently, I do most heartily apologize, and promise to avoid any more long convalescing.
Second things: Yep...the action is heating up, seriously. As for what Abel is going to do when he finally gets Cain...wait and see. As for the language he used...well, he was a soldier, so what can I say? And for all you Esther fans who are going: 'Where's the heroine'...she's coming up. I hope you enjoy.
(*) As always many special thanks to my editor and co-partner in helping finally get this story off the ground and back burner dragonwriter24cmf. So far we have been getting by with this fan fiction by bit by bit with story and with you guy the fans that love reading each new chapter that comes out. Thanks to everyone, I appreciate your support through this 100% everyone. Keep the constructive criticisms, outgoing comments and reviews coming in.
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Notice: Trinity Blood War Continuum takes place one month after the events from the anime's finale episode 24 along with some elements, characters and things that will be used and taken from both manga's Rage against the Moons (RAM), Reborn on the Mars (ROM). In addition to some spoilers from stories untold notes left by Yoshida Sunao which he intended to finish off the manga series supposedly. Basically 50/50 will be used on both the anime and manga to those whom are more familiar with manga then others will see this implants as the story develops. Trinity Blood is set in a post-apocalyptic world where the Roman Catholic Church/the Vatican is portrayed as a military and spiritual power. The series also strongly implies major and controversial changes in the Church of present reality, such as women being bishops, cardinals as well as romantic relationships and marriages between members of the clergy. If this disturbs you of form or shape of or on imagination then do not read this story.
Trinity Blood: War Continuum - Chapter Thirty One – Declaration of War Part One Abel's Counter
The group that met out on the ship docks was a grim one. Leon and Astha were both silent mirror images of each other. Leon's dark hair and eyes contrasting with Astha's pale blond locks and champagne colored gaze. Both of them were wearing similar outfits, long jackets with almost tight pants, boots and shirts that left their midriff's bare. Just as obviously, both were equipped for hunting. Leon was idly twirling one of his weapons on one finger, and Astha's spear was in her hand.
Virgil, Vanessa and Mary stood at the other side of the platform. Mary wore her working uniform, Vanessa wore the dark leather's she preferred, complete with a gun dangling from one hip. Virgil wore dark slacks, shirt and jacket, and the trench-coat that was his trademark in difficult situations. The Albion lord was pale, but he'd forsaken the sling, the fabric of Abel's stole tucked into one pocket, and a determined look in his eyes.
Abel stood apart from all of them, the winter blue eyes glittering with dark emotions. Though his eyes had returned to human color, and Leon had almost forced him into a clean uniform, the crosses that stood out against his forehead and hands were silent testimony to how close he was to losing control. There was a swirl of wind and electricity around him that made the rest of the party quietly uneasy.
Mary's communicator crackled. She tapped it once, listened a few moments, then raised her head. "Father Nightroad, we're ready to board."
"Fine." Abel turned away from his silent contemplation of Buckingham Palace. His darkened gaze flitted across the company. "Do you intend to accompany me?"
Leon grinned, but there was no humor in the expression. "I'm with you, Four Eyes. Let's go get Red."
Astha nodded. "Let's go...partner."
Virgil stepped forward, his eyes filled with as much turmoil as the priest's. "I will accompany you. Colonel Spencer is needed to help with the government, and Vanessa will run the Underground."
A flicker of concern entered Abel's eyes, vanishing into the coldness there. "You're injured."
"I will heal." Virgil inclined his head. "I assure you Father...by the time we reach our destination...I shall be recovered enough. However, at present I am the most expendable of the Albion government gathered here, and we would not send you to rescue our Queen alone." His eyes flicked to his sister. "Vanessa has my codes, and has been recognized as my successor."
Abel met his eyes for a moment, then turned away. "So be it." He turned without another word and strode up the entry ramp to the ship. Virgil was only a step behind him, and less than a minute later, the roar of engines announced the vehicle lifting off.
The journey to the Vatican was a quiet one. Abel spoke to no one, leaving Leon and Astha and Virgil to manage communications between the Vatican, Albion and the Empire. All three of them were busy making plans, speaking with their respective government heads. Abel remained standing at a view-port, his eyes stormy. The others left him alone.
They were nearing their destination when Leon finally approached his fellow priest. "Hey Four Eyes."
"Yes?" Abel's voice was soft, nearly emotionless, and colder than ice.
"We'll be at the Vatican in an hour. Cardinal Sforza would like to speak with you. She's on the main communications channel." Leon gestured. "You coming?"
Abel didn't reply, just turned and strode toward the forward communications panel. Virgil was already there, with Astharoshe. The Albion lord turned as Abel approached. "Father Nightroad. Lady Caterina is awaiting you on the main line."
"Put it through." Abel stepped forward, facing the screen.
Caterina's image came up on-screen. "Abel."
"Lady Caterina." He managed a short nod of his head. "Are the preparations I asked for in place?"
Caterina's expression turned rueful. "The Professor has what we can manage of the Aegis technology standing by. Both His Holiness and I have triggers to activate it over the Vatican." She sighed. "It should stop an attack of equal destructive power to the one that destroyed section of Londinium. However, the Professor has told me it won't withstand many of them. And anything stronger than that...he wasn't sure. There are no known weapons to gauge by."
"Understood. The Iron Maiden?" Abel's expression was taunt.
"Sister Kate assures me it has been prepared and is awaiting your arrival. You'll be able to leave within half an hour of landing." Caterina saw Abel's jaw tighten and sighed. "We can't do any better than that, Abel, not with the equipment and personnel transfers."
Abel's jaw remained clenched a moment longer, then he nodded tightly. "Understood. We'll begin the transfers as soon as we land. What about the evacuation and defensive preparations outside of the Aegis technology?"
Caterina's expression went stern. "I've received the support of Brother Petros, however...Cardinal di Medici has countermanded several of your requests." A wintery smile touched her face. "It appears Brother is unwilling to take my word that we are at risk. He says the problems of Albion won't extend to the Vatican. At present, he sees no reason to take defensive measures. I'm sorry Abel."
Abel's jaw clenched, and the others could actually hear his teeth grind for a moment. His fists clenched. Then he spoke, his voice soft but carrying a dangerous edge, like a knife blade wrapped in silk. "Very well. Have Cardinal di Medici meet with me when we disembark. I'll explain things to him. If you would, have Brother Petros and His Holiness there as well."
A faint flicker of alarm crossed Caterina's expression. "Abel..."
"You cannot afford to underestimate this threat. It isn't like the Silent Noise. If Cain brings the ARK to power, you won't have time to rethink the mistake." Abel's eyes locked with those of his superior. "I intend to do whatever I can to rescue Esther and prevent that, but you know he has a head start. You dare not take the risk. If Cardinal di Medici refuses to take your word, then I will make him take mine." There was a note of steel, and of madness, underneath the deceptively calm tones that made everyone else in the small chamber tense.
Caterina held his gaze without flinching. "Abel...you know Brother will demand proof. His Holiness will listen to you, and Brother Petros as well, but for full Inquisitorial support, you must have Francesco's words as well, and he won't give them without proof of your words."
"Then he'll have it." Abel's fist clenched. "Even if I must give it with my own blood."
"Even if you must reveal your past to him as well? You know it may come to that. And if the truth is revealed to Francesco..." Caterina's gaze was dark with consternation. "Abel, I can't promise I'll be able to protect you from that."
"It doesn't matter." Abel's glance shifted to the instrument bank mounted nearby. "We'll be landing in Rome within half an hour. Please...do as I ask."
Caterina's eyes were still dark with concern, but she nodded. Then the communications line clicked off.
The ship landed right on time, barely an hour and a half before dawn. Vatican ground control directed them to a landing pad directly next to the familiar ship of the Iron Maiden. Through the view-port, the assembled warriors could make out the small group of people waiting on the landing platform. Leon frowned. "Looks like His Holiness, that Inquisition guy, and both cardinals, plus assorted entourage. Hey Four Eyes..." He turned to Abel, already standing by the hatch. "You sure you wanna go through with this?"
"I must, Leon." Abel didn't even hesitate. He didn't even wait for the doorway to fully open. As soon as the noise of the ship's landing had quieted, the hatch began to swing apart, and Abel was through the doors as soon as they'd opened far enough to admit his lanky frame. He didn't even seem to notice the twelve foot drop that indicated the absence of the disembarking ramp.
Leon scowled, watching as he strode. "Damn." His gaze slipped to his two companions. "I'm gonna go back him up."
Astha nodded. "I'm right behind you."
Virgil inclined his head briefly. "I will begin the unloading and reloading procedures. I believe I can be of far more use there."
"Roger that." Leon saluted, then jumped out onto the now extended ramp. Astha was right behind him. Both of them hurried to fall in behind Abel.
Abel strode right up the group awaiting him. He managed a tight nod to Alessandro. "Holiness." Then his gaze slipped to Caterina. "Have you decided who will accompany me?"
Caterina nodded. "The Professor and Know Faith will join your party, as well as Father Tres. Unfortunately, Black Widow is too volatile for this, and the Gypsy Queen is engaged in other business. I'm delegating Hugue to run ground support for you. Will that be sufficient?"
"It will have to be." Abel's stormy gaze slipped to Petros, standing firm behind the pope. "Brother Petros."
The blue-haired warrior looked distinctly uncomfortable. "My place is with His Holiness."
"Father Nightroad..." Alessandro stepped hesitantly forward. "Sister...she said Lady Esther was kidnapped."
Abel nodded, the ice in his gaze softening just slightly as he looked at the boy before him. "I'm afraid so. But I intend to get her back."
"I know. But sister...she also said...she said we were in a lot of danger. She said...she said the Contra Mundi...was going to activate...some sort of terrible weapon. And that...and that it might...might be used here." The young man swallowed.
"That's true." Abel nodded. After a moment, he bent his knee, so that he and the young man were almost eye to eye. "I will do my best to stop him Holiness, but...I cannot promise. I'm afraid our enemy is already far ahead of us." He bowed his head then. "Holiness...I fear you all are in terrible danger. Please...do as Cardinal Sforza requests of you. Take measures and prepare to evacuate the Vatican. If that weapon is activated...the destruction will be terrible. You won't have much warning. Please, for everyone's sake, be ready to leave Rome at a moment's notice."
"Ridiculous!" Cardinal di Medici's sharp, mocking tones cut through his words. "There's no evidence of any danger. Aside from your vessel, there hasn't been a ship near the Vatican."
Abel's jaw tightened once more, then he rose to his feet, looking the cardinal in the eye. "You won't see the ship. The Contra Mundi's vessel has already gone beyond Rome's airspace."
"Then we have nothing to fear." di Medici's eyes were arrogant, and there was a sneering curl to his lip.
"You're wrong. The Contra Mundi intends to revive a weapon from the wars of nine hundred years ago. If he succeeds, Rome is finished." Abel's eyes were shards of blued steel, mirroring the anger he was trying to keep under control.
"And what exactly is this weapon?" Francesco wasn't about to back down. "You've spoken a great deal about a threat, but you haven't even explained that."
"The ARK. It's an ancient vessel used by the Methuselah. It's been abandoned for almost nine hundred years. But if it activates...the destructive power will make the Star of Sorrow seem like a child's toy. One blast radius will be at least ten times the destructive zone from the Londinium attack."
Petros stiffened, and Alessandro's eyes were wide. Francesco's eyes darkened. "There's no proof that such a weapon even exists."
"The proof is right before your eyes, Cardinal." Abel's hand shot skyward. "Look. The Vampires Moon...that is the ARK. That is the weapon. That weapon destroyed the ancient American continent, and turned three civilized countries into the Dark Lands."
"You expect me to believe that?" Francesco's expression was furious. "What proof do you have?"
"The proof is in the Vatican records, from the time of the Nia Sancta. Look it up if you must, but there's no more time to waste. You must get the Vatican ready for evacuation. Even with the shields the AX has erected, you'll survive one shot at best." His eyes cut sideways. "Brother Petros..."
"I will not authorize evacuation procedures based on the words of one hysterical, ranting priest!" Francesco stepped forward, face red with fury. Alessandro cowered back from him.
Abel almost visibly snapped. He spun around, catching Francesco's robes in two iron fists. His eyes were still blue, but there was a darkness around them, and an aura of fury that made Leon curse behind him. "You don't have any choice, Cardinal. Unless you want another catastrophe like the Silent Noise, you will do as I ask, and you will start as soon as Lady Caterina's ship lifts off. If you refuse, then you and everyone foolish enough to side with you may very well die, here."
"You expect me to accept such vague threats?" Francesco was too angry to back down. "What proof do you even have that the Enemy of the World intends to revive such a weapon?"
"Because...he told me to return to the place where our struggle began. Nine hundred years ago, aboard the ARK...I tried to kill him. In vengeance for the death of the woman history knows as the Nia Sancta...the Dark Holy Woman." Abel seemed to force the words out through gritted teeth.
"If that's the case, then why would he deliberately tell you where he intended to go?" Francesco's gaze was challenging, and a bit smug.
A terrible expression crossed Abel's face, anger or fear or both, it was impossible to say. He let go of Francesco's robes, straightening carefully away, as if he feared one wrong move would lead to disaster. "Because...he knows I will come for Esther. He intends to kill me, and use my blood as well as his own to awaken the ARK. Did the legends in your records never tell you? The ARK awakens with the blood of the Nia Sancta, and the three Nightroads. Myself...and two others."
Francesco smirked. "Then we have nothing to fear. The Nia Sancta is dead."
"And her blood is now in my veins. The measure that was used to save my life in Londinium, months ago." Abel held up his hand and threw back his head, revealing the crosses engraved in his body. "You should recognize these, Cardinal. Part of the Nia Sancta's war garb. They were the marks of her power. And now...mine as well." His voice was rough, hoarse.
"How could you know about those markings? Those records are classified." Francesco's looked angry once more.
"The same way I know about the ARK, and what will awaken it. I was there." Blue eyes met dark, and it was hard to say which held more fury. "The Nia Sancta was my friend." Darkness entered his eyes, a terrible kind of madness. "The nine-hundred year Empress. You already know who she is to me." Francesco's expression darkened. "The legends of her reign are the truth, Cardinal di Medici. Everything you know of the Nia Sancta is also the truth...those things written as legends, sealed in the deepest vaults of the Vatican. The stories that even the Vatican does not wish to know. I know of the ARK...and the fact that the Contra Mundi can revive it at least partially, the same way I knew of the Ibilis, the demon of the desert. Everything you wish to deny as legend is truth."
"How? How could you know? Even if I were to accept your claim that you were there..." Francesco's gaze was hard.
A terrible smile, bitter and hard, curved Abel's lips. "Don't you recall...why the Nia Sancta joined the Vatican? The true reason, not the one written in the 'official' records?"
Francesco's eyes widened, then fury and a touch of fear turned his face crimson. "You..."
"Yes." Abel's gaze flickered upward. "There's no more time to argue." His hard blue gaze met the other mans. "If you want the proof, then here." He clenched his hand, and a moment later, there was a trickle of red-black fluid. Abel wiped it away with a square of cloth. "You can verify my words with this. Albion has the rest of the information. In the meantime...do as I asked of you. You have no more time to debate it."
Francesco's face darkened further, and his hand clenched around the cloth holding Abel's blood. But finally, he spoke. "Very well...just this once, you may have your way. However, Father Nightroad...there will be an accounting. I will get the full truth from you."
Abel nodded, that terrible expression still on his face. "As you wish."
He started to turn away, but Alessandro stepped forward and laid a hesitant hand on his arm. Abel stopped and looked down, the lines of tension in his frame softening slightly as he met the pope's gaze. "Holiness?"
Alessandro swallowed. "I didn't...I didn't understand...everything you said but...but is it...is it really that bad? That weapon...it's really...that?" His gaze flickered upward.
"Yes." Abel nodded.
"And...it could really...could it really, destroy Rome?" Alessandro's voice quavered slightly.
"In a heartbeat." Abel nodded. His gaze came to the youth. "Holiness, Father Wordsworth gave you something, didn't he? A control device."
"Yes...but I...I don't know..." Alessandro swallowed. "He...he couldn't explain to me...what it did. I mean...he tried...but...I don't think I fully understand."
"It's fine Holiness. But I have something to ask of you. If I fail...if the ARK regains power, please, use that device to protect yourself." Abel's eyes met his. "What the Professor gave you will keep you and everyone else safe, at least for a little while. It will give you enough time to leave, if you haven't already."
"O..okay. I promise... I'll take good care of it." Alessandro's expression was grave. "Father...Nightroad...you said...you said that man...he took Esther...to lure you there. You said he...he wanted to kill you...to use your blood. Did you...is that...is that really true?"
"It is." Abel nodded. "But I must go, Holiness. I promised Esther I would rescue her, no matter where she was taken."
"I...I know. But...that man...was he the one...the one that...that killed you...in Londinium? When you...when you were protecting me?" Alessandro's eyes filled with tears. He looked up and saw Abel's expression. "He was, wasn't he? And...you're going to...to face him again...to protect everyone...and save Esther. I know...I can't ask you...not to go...but...I.. please Father...I don't want you to die for me again."
"I don't intend to die again, Holiness." Abel bent his head. "Thank you for your concern, but I promise, I have no intention of dying again."
"I know. But...you didn't intend...to die the first time." The youth looked up. "I...isn't there...anything...I can do? I...I don't want...Esther is my friend. And you...you were always...very kind to me."
"All I ask is that you and Lady Caterina protect yourselves, Holiness." Francesco's eyes snapped in anger at being left out, but he didn't speak.
"All right...but...in that case...if you're going to fight..." Alessandro's eyes darkened with determination. He straightened, the turned. "Brother Petros."
"Holiness." The knight stepped forward.
"I want...I want you...and Sister Paula...to go with Father Nightroad. Help him." The words were slightly rough, but the tone was one of command, however wavering.
Petros stiffened. "I will serve as your knight in whatever capacity you require, Holiness. However, in a time of danger, my place is at your side."
"I know. And I...I'm honored...that you feel that way. But...if Father Nightroad loses...then I'll be in more danger. And Sister...Sister and I...we have a way to protect ourselves. And Brother...Brother has the troops. So...I want you to help Father Nightroad."
Petros bowed. "You make an excellent argument, Holiness. Sister Paula and myself will join Father Nightroad's party." He straightened, and his eyes met Abel's. "How soon must we be ready?"
Abel tapped his earphone. "Sister Kate, how soon before we launch?"
"Within ten minutes, or as soon as everyone gets on board." Kate's voice came through clearly enough to be heard by everyone. Her tone was brisk and professional. "I'm running the final pre-flight check now, Abel, and Tres is assisting me."
Abel nodded, then released his earphone. "You have your answer."
Petros nodded sharply. "Paula and I will be on board within the time specified."
Abel nodded, then turned to his superior. "Lady Caterina..."
"It's fine Abel. Go. Take care of what you need to take care of. His Holiness, the Cardinal di Medici and I will arrange things here. You must concentrate on stopping the Contra Mundi, and retrieving Lady Esther." Caterina's words were brisk, commanding, but there was a look of concern in her eyes. She reached out and touched Abel lightly on the arm. "And Abel...be safe. His Holiness isn't the only one who does not wish to hear of your death a second time."
Abel's hard, wintery gaze softened a little. "I understand." his gaze slipped to the two men who stood silent behind the lady. "Professor, Vaclav...are you ready?"
"Of course, Abel. Whenever you are." Vaclav smiled.
The Professor threw him a brief grin around his pipe-stem. "Honestly Abel, the only thing we're waiting for is you."
"Then let's go." His gaze slipped back to the pope's knight. "Brother Petros...we'll be awaiting you on board the Iron Maiden." Then he turned away, striding towards the loading ramp, where Virgil was supervising the arrangements for weapons and supplies. The other four fell in behind him.
Vaclav waited until they were aboard before he spoke. "Abel..."
"I'm going to link in the tracking devices to Kate's main console. We have to make sure there are no sudden course changes." Abel didn't even turn, didn't even stop walking. "Professor, I'll need your assistance. The rest of you...please assist Lord Walsh. We'll lift off as soon as we have confirmation that Brother Petros and his associate are aboard."
William nodded and knocked his pipe clean, then followed after his associate. The others remained at the entrance ramp, watching as he disappeared down the narrow ship's corridors.
Leon frowned. "Sheesh. That guy..." He rubbed the back of his head.
"Priest..." Astha's eyes were full of concern.
Vaclav laid a hand on Astha's shoulder and smiled comfortingly. "I'm sure there's nothing to worry about. I've seen Abel in this state once or twice before. As long as we support him, he'll be all right."
Leon snorted. "Yeah, but look at him. He's barely letting anyone near him. It's a miracle he even asked the Professor to help him. And if anything's happened to Red...he's gonna go ballistic, and I don't think we can stop him."
"It will be all right. We just have to have faith, in Abel, and in ourselves, and God." Havel's words were gentle, reassuring, but his companions noticed the concern in his eyes. "That is all we can do, at present."
"Huh. You sound like Four Eyes when he's sane." Leon shrugged. "Still, you got a point." He shrugged again, then turned to Virgil. "Hey, what do you need assistance with?" Havel and Astha looked at each other for a long moment, then Astha laid her spear to one side, and went to assist the Albion lord as well.
Petros and Paula came up the ramp just as they finished loading supplies. Both Inquisition members sported armor and weapons, as well as small travel packs with supplies. They'd barely crossed the threshold when Kate's holographic image appeared. "Good. You're aboard. We'll be lifting off in about a minute. Father Nightroad would like you to join him in the main forward conference center." Her gaze shifted to Vaclav. "Please lead our guests there. I've got to get this ship into the air."
"Of course. Tell Father Nightroad we'll be there in just a moment." Vaclav nodded.
"Roger." Kate's image faded away.
Vaclav pointed to a corner. "If you wish, you can leave your packs there. I'm sure Sister Kate will let us retrieve our personal belongings later." Petros and Paula both nodded, then dropped their packs in the area specified. After a brief moment, Petros shrugged out of his spear as well, and Paula set her long, folded blades atop her own gear. Then both of them turned back to the group. Vaclav nodded, accepting the gesture of peace, the opened a door. "Please, come this way."
The journey through the corridors of the Iron Maiden took only a few minutes, then they emerged into the main cockpit. Kate was there, standing to one side while Abel and the Professor studied a large scale projection of a map, with a red line tracing the path of the tracking devices on Esther. The Professor was frowning.
Petros wasted no time. He strode over to the map. "What is the current situation?"
William frowned. "We're still following the trackers from Lady Esther's devices. However...we have to include the possibility that they may be a decoy."
Virgil stepped forward and studied the route, his eyes thoughtful. "I do not consider it to be likely. We know Her Majesty was with the Contra Mundi when we launched from Albion. The call from the Contra Mundi confirmed her status in that regard. And the message was sent by back-tracing the signal from our tracking devices. Since then...Father Nightroad, has there been any considerable change in their flight path?"
"No." Abel's response was sharp and short, the tension in it enough to make everyone shift uneasily.
William nodded. "That doesn't rule out the possibility that they launched the trackers in a separate vessel, and then changed course. When that man appeared...Esther's clothing had obviously been changed. And I didn't see any sign of the locket you gave her Abel." The other man's head bowed. "I'm sorry, but..."
"It doesn't matter. We need to stay on course to the Empire." Abel's jaw tensed. "That's the only place we have any chance of getting an orbital vessel that's in any kind of flight-worthy condition." His eyes were focused on the thin line that marked the other vessel's believed flight. "And if we continue on this path, we may catch them before they get that far."
"That is true." Havel stepped forward, his eyes thoughtful. "However, I am a bit puzzled. The Vampires Moon, or the Ark as you call it...they're visible from anywhere in Earth. Why would the Contra Mundi waste so much time on this journey, if that is truly his destination?"
"He's aligning his ship with the orbit." Abel's voice was soft, but his hands were clenched into fists. "It's true you can see the Ark, but...in order to dock with it...in order to safely approach, there are a limited number of flight patterns that cam be followed. Any mistakes, and he'll crash his ship into the surface."
"Of course." William's eyes were thoughtful, but also shining with anticipation. "All orbital vehicles, or objects, have a specific path they follow, aligned with a particular area of the Earth's surface. The Vatican and Albion satellites function the same way. They have to be maintained that way, so maintenance can be performed, and signals can be sent and received accurately. The Ark, of course, has to follow those rules."
"It does." Abel's hands touched the console, and a set of lights sprang into existence. "These are the best locations for a launch to connect to the Ark, based on its final position."
Virgil's eyebrow rose. "Father...one of these points is directly over Albion."
"Indeed." William eyed the map. "Why didn't he launch from there?"
"Because...it isn't optimal. Albion has too many satellites and security forces directly overhead. You couldn't attack him once he reached the Ark, but before that..." Abel's jaw clenched. "Cain knows...he can't use the rocket that's in that place now. But..."
"But you can." William nodded. "I believe Esther mentioned it...that the Contra Mundi had said something of that. And you've said before...there's nothing in the Albion Underground you can't touch. Even if the rest of us couldn't keep up with you...you could have launched the Albion rocket after him?"
Abel swallowed. "Yes."
Havel frowned. "But he's gone overland, so it's impossible. But why would he approach the Empire?"
"Because..." Abel's eyes were dark, and stormy. "The closest path...the easiest orbit to align with...is from the Empire. That's the coordinates we were stationed above...when Cain ordered Lilith's lab destroyed. When she left us...she sabotaged the engines and the weapons systems. She didn't set us to crash, but she re-programmed the machine so we couldn't change our orbital coordinates to orient on another country." He swallowed hard. "And...because...he wants...he wants...Seth."
"The Empress?" Astha's eyes widened.
"Yes." Abel's eyes closed, pain and fury warring openly in the usually calm features. "Seth secured the Ark. If he can force her to release it, then it will save him time. More than that...her bio-signature will also serve to partially awaken the Ark. In particular...he'll be able to activate the science logs. He may be able to obtain a full genetic blueprint from the Ark...and access to any other technology aboard."
"And that...could be rather disastrous for us." William's face went grim. "To supplement the powers the Order already has..."
"They must be stopped. And as the Right Hand of His Holiness, and of the Lord God...I will see it done." Petros strode forward, his expression set into a fierce scowl. He studied the map a moment, grim determination in his features, then spun to face the silver-haired man who stood nearby. "Nightroad. What is your plan?"
"I intend to try and catch them. They have at least an eight hour head start. Sister Kate?" The winter-blue eyes flicked to the captain of the vessel.
"I've got all the systems at maximum output Abel, and the engine is running as hard as it can. Father Tres has been adjusting the components for me, based on calibration simulations, and I think we can get a little more speed, but I'm not sure we can close that kind of gap. Their ships are pretty sophisticated." She frowned. "William!"
"Yes?" The Professor straightened.
"As soon as this meeting is over, get down there and help Father Tres." She sighed. "I know he's an android, but honestly...he can't think of everything. As much as I hate to admit it, we may need that intuition and creative streak of yours to even have a chance to catch them." She fixed him with a glare. "But you'd better not tamper with anything but my engines! I swear...if you make one unnecessary or experimental adjustment down there..."
"I understand." The Professor regarded the vessel's captain with a serious gaze. "This isn't a time for experiments of that nature. I promise, I don't intend to do anything unnecessary. But I'll do my best."
"All right. Then we should finish this meeting as soon as possible." Vaclav took quiet control. "Whenever and wherever we catch them...I'm fairly certain we can count on some serious opposition. The question is...what will we be facing?"
Kate sighed. "If we catch them in the air...then we'll probably have to face off against their pilot, whoever it is. I don't know the specifications of their ships all that well...but Albion reported that it wasn't the same caliber as the one that attacked almost a year ago."
"It was not. Vanessa and I went over the data while we were awaiting preparations to launch." Virgil inclined his head. "Our readings were a little vague, however..." He held up a memory cube. "If you'll tell me where to place this, it contains the data we managed to gather."
"The data port is right over there." Kate gestured. Virgil inserted the cube, and a screen full of data appeared. "The estimated magnitude of the firepower is about three-quarters of the previous attack, and it doesn't look as if you recorded any evidence of the high-end electromagnetic weapons either. But that could be because they were inactive." She frowned, another window appearing in mid-air in front of her. "Based on these calculations...the Iron Maiden can match the ship for firepower. And we've worked on the shields since our last contact. It should be all right."
"Yes. But that's only taking the ship into account." William moved up to stand beside her, his eyes concerned. "You have to consider the pilot as well, Sister Kate. And there are only two people I know of in the Order who would fly that caliber ship. The Wizard...and The Red Baroness."
Even in holographic form, the rest of them saw Kate pale. William immediately took the pipe from his teeth. He couldn't actively wrap his arm about the holographic figure, but he did extend it in what would have been a comforting embrace. "I'm sorry to remind you, Sister. But we can't afford to ignore the risk."
"If that happens...I'll have Tres at the weapons. He can assist me." Kate steadied.
"I know. But if you'd like, I can also re-enforce the core security."
"You don't have time for that, William!" Exasperation returned to the nun's voice. "Right now, we have no guarantee we can even catch up, let alone start a battle in the air. Concentrate your energies where they'll be most useful!"
"Sister Kate." Abel's low voice startled them all into turning. His eyes were dark and determined as he stepped forward. "If we can catch up...please permit me to assist you. Leave Tres at the weapons helm, and allow me to co-pilot."
"Co-pilot? Father Nightroad, I've never used a co-pilot in my entire career. Besides...you don't even know how to handle the main control board!"
"That's not true. I was trained in flight protocols. Besides...the main circuitry and command protocols were written in Albion, before Professor Wordsworth over-wrote them for you. I know those commands. I once used them to restart the Tristan, if you recall." Abel swallowed. "I can also better predict the combat patterns of our attackers. Rather than having you analyze it and counter, I'm offering my knowledge so that we can get ahead of them. It may be the difference between a successful operation or not."
Petros growled. "I recall the Tristan incident. The Cardinal di Medici attempted to end the threat by firing upon the vessel." There was a dark glitter in his eyes that suggested he hadn't been happy with that solution. "It was reported that someone shot down one missile, but two of them were damaged when the vessel unexpectedly preformed evasive maneuvers that could only have been used with prior knowledge of thrust-bomb capabilities."
Abel nodded. "Exactly."
Kate sighed. "All right. You've both made your point. I'll accept your assistance, Abel, but only if we actually succeed in catching up."
"The question remains...what shall we do if we do not catch up to them?" Vaclav spoke softly. "We should plan for that as well."
"If we don't catch Cain before he reaches the Ark..." Abel's voice went cold again. "The ship weapons are damaged, and he can't activate them immediately. The guns of the Ark probably won't be rendered operational before we arrive." He frowned, but there was less anger than thought in his gaze. "In that case..."
"Can we fire on the Ark?" Paula spoke softly.
"The defenses are far too great. That ship was meant to withstand...everything." Abel's voice was tense. "Even if I turned my full power on it...it would not be destroyed. Not from the outside, at least. Besides..." A bitter smile touched his face. "It is the size of a small moon."
Kate snorted. "Even if we can damage it, this vessel doesn't have the firepower to destroy something of that size."
"Exactly."
"Then we will face them in hand to hand combat, as honorable knights should." There was a fierce, dark light in Petros eyes.
Leon snorted. "Somehow, I don't get the feeling these guys are all that honorable. In fact, I'm willing to bet they fight dirty. The jerk, the Puppet Master, sure does." He growled the words out.
"Yes. The Ice Witch is a formidable opponent as well. And it's unwise to underestimate the one they call the Wizard." The Professor's eyes darkened. "I believe he said his name was Isaac von Kampfer."
"Yes." Virgil nodded. "He's also gone under the alias Isaac Butler, according to Her Majesty."
William's eyes widened. "Butler, you say?" Something dark, far too close to Abel's own expression, formed in the green eyes. "Well, in that case, I believe I have a few strategies that can counter him."
"I can handle the Ice Witch." Astha grinned, but there was no humor to be seen in the pale eyes. "I've got a few manners left to teach her, about how proper Methuselah nobility behaves."
Leon grinned. "Well, who does that leave?"
"The Neumann brothers...and the one they call Gudiern, and whatever foot soldiers they brought with them." Abel's expression closed again. "Cain probably won't have brought his lower ranked troops. There's too much risk in exposing them to the secrets of the Ark."
"But they may be accompanied by Auto-Jagers." William frowned. "It's impossible to estimate how many might be in existence, but it's not as if Methuselah corpses are easy to come by."
"No." Havel shook his head. "However...we could still be facing a sizable force. Far greater than our numbers here." His gaze shifted. "Normally, I'd assume it was an even combat, with Abel, but...you will be otherwise engaged, won't you?" The dark eyes met blue ones.
"Yes. I'm going after Esther and the Contra Mundi." Abel looked away. "We'll pick up some support in the Empire. Seth should have the vessels and whoever she can spare waiting for us when we get there."
Kate nodded. "I'm estimating two and a half days of travel at this speed. We should see the Imperial Dome by sunset on the third day."
"Understood." Abel's gaze shifted. "Havel...you should still have the file on the top members of the Order of Rosenkreutz."
"I do." Havel nodded gravely. "Abel...what are you thinking?"
"We don't know what numbers we'll face, nor who will be there. It's safe to assume that we'll at least face them. Those people...those are the most dangerous members of the Order. It's best if you all study the file, and choose your opponents. We won't have much time." Abel shook his head. "Until we catch up...there is nothing else we can do."
"I fear Father Nightroad is correct." Virgil spoke softly.
"Well then..." William nodded. "I suggest those of us who have work to do get started. The rest of us should probably study, make our preparations, and get what rest we can. When things actually start happening, we're going to have to move fast. We need to be in peak condition." The green eyes turned to meet winter-blue ones. "Abel...I know you don't feel like it, but I want you to rest, unless we have specific news. I won't tell you to sleep, but I want you to at least try. And if you can't sleep, eat something every two hours." Abel looked as if he wanted to protest, but William shook his head. "No excuses, my friend. I don't even have to do a blood analysis to see how close you are to the edge."
Vaclav nodded. "I'll ensure he eats, William. You should concentrate on Sister Kate's request." He turned to meet Abel's eyes. "Abel, please don't fight with me on this."
"I...understand. If there's nothing else..." Abel shuddered, a movement barely perceptible, but for the tension in the tall frame. "I need to...I..."
"Go, tovarish." Astha walked over, then pushed him lightly toward the door. "You haven't relaxed since that message came. I don't want to deal with another of your explosions."
"If you wish...I can knock you out for a while." William's eyes had softened, to compassion.
"No. That won't be necessary." Abel's gaze traveled around the cabin. "If you'll excuse me..." He turned and left.
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The mood on-board through the three day flight to the Empire was, if possible, even darker than that of the flight to the Vatican. Knowledge of the desperate circumstances, and the consequences of failure made everyone tense, and silent. Kate concentrated on piloting, only taking breaks to speak with Tres and the Professor, working on the engines and weapons. Wordsworth worked nearly non-stop on the ship, and on his own weapons. What he planned, none of them quite dared to ask, but there was a dark glitter in the normally friendly green eyes, far too like the madness that seemed to possess Abel.
Abel remained locked away from the rest of them, by his own choice. Vaclav took over his care, bringing his fellow AX member food and drink. Abel ate, though it was with no enthusiasm, but he spent the majority of his time roaming aimlessly, or up on the bridge, studying the consoles and the forward view port as if staring at them would somehow increase their speed, or bring Esther back to him. He spoke only when spoken to, and then only in clipped, short sentences, his voice a rough, low monotone. The crackling, deadly energy that had possessed him had subsided, but the crosses branded into his skin by his own power remained.
The rest of the party spent the time relaxing, planning, and seeing to their weapons. Paula had an astonishing arsenal with her, and could usually be found with one or another of the weapons, training or cleaning it and testing the balance. Petros had similar occupations. His only weapon was a spear, but the armor he preferred to wear in combat required maintenance as much as Paula's weapons. Leon, Astha and Virgil, with their lighter loads, spent the majority of their time simply relaxing, or doing light sparring in an area Kate designated for them, as a distraction. Other times the group gathered, going over their opponents and trying to sort out who each person should target, based on relative strengths.
The second night out, Astha was settled at one of the view ports, watching the scenery pass, when a slight cough startled her out of her thoughts. She turned, to find Virgil standing in the doorway. The Albion lord studied her a moment, then inclined his head. "Good evening. I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"No." Astha shook her head. "I was just watching the world go by." She looked out the window, and a rueful smile crossed her face. "It's strange. The first time I was in the Outer, my journey to this point took several weeks. We'll be at the Empire tomorrow, and yet...it isn't fast enough."
"I understand." Virgil moved to stand beside the window with her. "This is my second journey beyond the borders of Albion, to seek my queen. Like you, I feel that we should move faster. But I know the engine of this ship. My people and I built the original specifications. I have been down to look at the adjustments Father Wordsworth and Father Tres have made, and I know we can go no faster."
Astha turned away from him, looking out the window, unable to express her thoughts. To her surprise, Virgil spoke them for her. "I fear for my queen. Yet I fear even more for Father Nightroad, should we arrive too late." He paused a moment, then spoke softly. "However...we must continue to trust him, and to believe in our Star of Hope. That was my oath, as a servant of Albion, given both to the late queen and to this one."
"You're right." Astha nodded, finding courage in the words. "Esther's a good woman. And my tovarish...he's a strong man. Even if he annoys me, I know he'll do what is needed."
"A strong man indeed." Virgil's voice was carefully neutral, but Astha's quick ear caught a note of unease.
She turned to see Virgil rubbing his shoulder, his face creased in a thoughtful frown. Concern sharpened her own gaze. "Your injury..."
"Is healed, save for the stiffness. It is not that which concerns me, but the effects of the choice I have made." His pale blue eyes came up to meet hers. "As Her Majesty's adviser, I have been long in the habit of taking a silver nitrate solution. It mitigates the effects of sunlight, and dims the thirst that Methuselah feel. But it also slows the healing and reduces my strength."
Astha understood at once. "You stopped taking it, so you'd be ready for battle." She studied him a moment. "The Thirst?"
"Is not as bad as it may be. But sunlight..." He held up one hand, and the sleeve slipped back to reveal the edge of a burn, bandaged lightly. "I am already vulnerable. And while it is not great, I fear I do...I shall begin to suffer the Thirst soon."
"Don't you have any Aqua Vitae?" Astha stared at him.
A small, ironic smile creased the nobles mouth. "No. I am unused to needing it, with the silver nitrate, and in my concern for Her Majesty, I neglected to gather a supply before our departure."
"I see." Astha watched him for a moment. He remained silent, but she sense the unspoken need in him. She reached into a pocket on her jacket and removed a small bottle, then dumped a pill into her hand. There was a small sink to one side, and cups. She drew a cup of water, then dropped the pill into it, watching it dissolve. She shook the cup, to mix the Aqua Vitae into the liquid, then turned and held it out. "Here. This will help you."
Virgil stared at it a moment, then bowed his head once more. "You are kind."
Astha shifted uncomfortably. "I'm just repaying a favor a priest once did me." She met his startled expression with her predators smile.
Virgil nodded, then reached out and took the glass. "I too, have a favor to repay. My gratitude." He lifted the glass in a salute, then drank the contents quickly. She saw the slight twist in his expression, at the bitter aftertaste the Aqua Vitae always left, and handed him another glass of water to wash it away, pouring one for herself as well. Then, in silent communion, the two of them returned to the view-port, watching the land pass beneath them until dawn made them seek the ship's interior.
The next sunset, the war band met on the forward deck of the Iron Maiden, watching as the Dome came into sight. A burst of sound, static to most of them, came across the system, and Kate frowned. "Roger."
"What's the message?" Abel spoke quietly, but his voice was vibrating with tension.
"We'll be entering Byzantium airspace within ten minutes. We've just received orders from the Imperial Palace. We're to proceed directly to the Empress' private docking area. The craft you requested for orbital travel are ready. All you'll have to do is board, but..." There was worry in Kate's expression. "The Duchess of Moldova is requesting a meeting with you before launch commences."
Abel's jaw tensed. "There's no time. We have to hurry. We've caught up some, but we're still too far behind that ship."
"I'm aware of that. However, the message stated the request was urgent. She said it had to do with the Empress." Kate met his gaze.
"Damn." Abel swore softly, his voice dropping nearly an octave. "Very well. Tell the Duchess of Moldova to meet with me on the landing dock, along with the Earl of Memphis and the Duke of Khartoum, if they're available. And whoever else we need to see. I'll speak with her while we're doing personnel and weapons transfer from the Iron Maiden."
"Roger. Sending the message now." Kate's hands whizzed above the communications console. A moment later, there was another burst of static. "Meeting confirmed."
"I'll be at the disembarking bay." Abel turned away, disappearing into the corridor of the ship.
The rest of the group exchanged quick looks, then Sister Kate made an impatient gesture. "Go on, shoo! I have a ship to dock, and you have an assault to get underway. There's no point in standing around my deck staring at each other. Besides...that's not going to help Abel's temper in the least."
Vaclav actually chuckled slightly. "An excellent point." He turned and followed his companion, the rest of them trailing in his wake.
As soon as the Iron Maiden touched the dock, the doors swung open, and Abel went through them, his whole frame almost vibrating with suppressed energy and impatience. Astha, Virgil and Wordsworth followed him to where the Duchess of Moldova and her companions stood waiting.
Abel didn't bother with the formalities. He simply strode forward, stopping about a foot from the party. "I was informed you wished to speak with me."
"Indeed, Father Nightroad. I fear I have grave news for you." Mirka's usually calm and relaxed expression was solemn, and there was no hint of laughter or teasing in her eyes. "The Empress is no longer in the Empire."
"What?" Abel's eyes widened. "Where did she go?" his fists clenched. "She...Duchess of Moldova...I thought I requested..." His jaw tightened. His gaze shifted to Baibars, standing just behind the Duchess. "What happened? I specifically asked that Seth not leave the Empire. I thought the agreement was that she would meet us here."
"I am aware of it, Father Nightroad. However...five hours ago, the ship of the Order of Rosenkreutz passed over the Capital." Baibar's dark eyes were filled with both anger and frustrated helplessness. "The ship fired on the Imperial Star Palace."
Abel's eyes widened again, and the feel of static built in the air. "He...fired here?"
"Yes." Mirka inclined her head. "We have the shields you suggested in place, and there were no casualties. However...Her Imperial majesty was...very angry. Some of the rebound from the beams came dangerously close to Byzantium. Were it not that the Yenceri have already moved a large percentage of the population to safe locations, the situation would have been far worse."
"Where is Seth?" Abel's voice dropped, taking on a dangerous edge.
"She went in pursuit of the Contra Mundi." Baibars shifted. According to our monitors, they began the final approach to the vessel you call the Ark. Her Majesty took a vessel and followed after."
"Why didn't you accompany her?" Abel's shoulders were tense.
"Her Majesty took her personal craft. She was gone so quickly we did not have time to either stop her or follow her. As I was informed, you require use of the ship we have left. It was her express order that nothing hinder you." Baibars was stiff with his own anger. Then his head bowed. "My apologies."
Abel cursed, a word so vehement that Astha's eyes widened, and the Professor's eyebrow rose into his hairline. "I ordered her not to follow them."
"Her Majesty is concerned for the safety of the kingdom." Mirka spoke softly. "I believe that she is concerned for your welfare as well, Father."
"She's still being reckless and selfish. I ordered her not to confront Cain alone. She deliberately ignored my request and placed herself in danger." Abel's eyes were dark, rage and fear creating turmoil in the blue gaze. "How long has she been gone?"
"Almost four hours." Mirka's eyes were full of concern.
Abel's hands clenched. "Damn." His eyes were distant for a moment, then they met Mirka's. "Duchess of Moldova, I'll need you to remain here and contain the situation. Will you attend to it?"
"Of course." Mirka's eyes mirrored his determination. "Ion will go with you."
The young Methuselah stepped forward. "I would be honored to serve once more by your side, Father Nightroad." He was dressed in light armor, a sword belted at his waist, and a long knife strapped to his other hip. He met the older man's eyes without flinching. "Even after everything...I haven't forgotten my promise to you, to follow you and hunt this enemy until the end of time, if need be."
"So be it." Abel nodded sharply. Then the winter blue gaze turned to the massive captain of the Yenceri. "Lord Baibars?"
The Methuselah shifted uncertainly. "My troops are needed here, to protect the Empire. However, I would wish to accompany you."
"Then go, Duke of Khartoum." Mirka spoke from beside him. Baibars looked down in surprise. The Head of the Imperial Secret Council smiled coolly up at him, her gaze completely serious for once. "I can make use of your second in command, if I must. However, the safety of the Empress is your primary responsibility. If Father Nightroad can use your assistance, then you are hereby ordered, in my name and Her Majesty's, to accompany him and protect Augusta."
Baibars nodded sharply, then turned and bowed to Abel. "Father, it appears I will accompany you, if you will have me."
"Very well. The rest of your men should stay and guard the capital." Abel's gaze shifted restlessly over Baibars and Ion, then to the three standing behind him, and the figures crossing between the Iron Maiden and the weathered ship on the other landing bay. "Your inclusion brings our numbers roughly equal to the numbers of lieutenants the Contra Mundi will lead. It's the best we can hope for." The blue eyes came to Mirka's, anger and fear coalescing into resolve. "I will bring her back to you. I only pray it's in one piece."
"That is my prayer as well." Mirka nodded. "I must go and set our preparations in motion. I wish you good luck, Father Nightroad."
Abel returned the nod, then spun on his heel and strode toward the two docked ships. Leon was emerging from the second ship when Abel arrived. He looked into his colleagues face, and concern flashed in his eyes. He reached out and caught Abel by the shoulder. "Hey, Four Eyes. You look like you're ready to kill something. Not that you haven't been temperamental for the past few days, but...did something happen?"
Abel's jaw clenched. "It's a personal matter. How long before we can launch?"
Leon shrugged. "We've still got to finish loading, and then start the launch procedures. I'm no expert, but Lord Walsh said about an hour."
Abel's face twisted, and he swore again. Leon's eyes widened as Abel's fist clenched, and he bit off another curse. "That's too much time." His blue eyes glittered hard, like chips of ice. "Tell the others to finish the loading as quickly as possible. I'm going to start the launch procedures now. I intend to be off the ground within half an hour." he turned, to regard the Professor, standing behind him. "Professor, make sure everyone is on board. If they don't board when the main ignition begins, I'm leaving them behind." He didn't say anything else, just turned and strode toward the ship, every line of his body radiating tension.
Leon whistled. "Damn. I haven't heard language like that since I was on the front lines. What the hell happened?"
Astha spoke softly. "The Empress has chosen to pursue the Enemy of the World on her own."
"Huh. And Four Eyes is upset about it. I guess that makes sense, he is her brother, right?" Leon scratched his head.
"He is. And of all of us, he knows the opponent they face." William's eyes were dark. "It's true that Her Imperial Majesty is a very formidable person, but didn't she say that Abel was stronger than she?"
"She did." Leon frowned. "And that guy...he can give Four Eyes a real fight. Hell, last time it was stalemate, wasn't it?" He shook his head. "Well, if both my women were in danger...I guess I'd be a little tense too. I hope he can hold that temper of his until we get there though. It'd be a problem if he blows up the ship mid-flight."
"I'm sure Abel will do his best. Right now, we should do our best to assist him." Vaclav moved forward. "I believe our best option is to complete the equipment transfer as quickly as possible."
"Right." Leon nodded, and the group moved forward, half of them to the Iron Maiden, half toward the waiting orbital ship.
Half an hour later, one blond-haired woman and a holographic projection of a nun watched as the ancient ship blasted into the night sky. Two sets of eyes, blue and pale gold, watched with mingled hope, fear and sadness. And it was hard to say who spoke first. "Fare well, Father Nightroad. I wish you every success in your mission."