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Chapter Sixty In
an instant an angular, silvery craft appears in the space between the
Chandrillan Sector and the recently arrived Kuati Fleet. Its features resemble
that of a ferocious sea beast with its protruding bow, in the shape of a jagged
jaw-line. As the approaching fleet begins to hail the
Asimuse’s Fury, its
anxious inhabitants quickly respond. “Sending
encrypted transponder signal now.” The
dark and brooding man at the console finishes punching in the correct sequence
of keys and then steals a quick look back at his passenger’s face. A face with
such chilling and malevolent features that even he is repulsed by her rancorous
smile; one which she has carried since discovering their proximity to the world
of their birth. Indeed, Lady Barevi Lusankya is a woman possessed by her quest,
and she will stop at nothing to see her dreams come to fruition. That thought
alone has kept Corevi by her side all these years, for he would rather work with
her than to ever be against her. He has seen first hand what she is capable of
when she feels a person is her enemy, and that is one dark place that Corevi can
never face… Not even drunk. “Fury, you are cleared… Please await secured transmission from the command
ship.” Barevi
exhales sharply, causing Corevi to wince in anticipation of her frustration, but
she is satisfied with that brief display…
At least for the moment. She
begins to search the space for something, and Corevi starts using the console to
scan the area, since he know what she is looking for, this time, anyway. “They
are still a few minutes out, but they will arrive in time, Dear Sister.” “I
would certainly hope so, for what they are being paid.” Her anger is beginning
to rise along with her brow, “It seems to me that you could have done much
better in that department, Brother.” Corevi
stiffens, but is careful not to anger his sister anymore than she already is,
“If we only needed bodies to throw away, then yes. But we will need much more
than that if those troublesome mystics are still nearby.” Bringing
her cowl back down to normal, she agrees, “Very well… I suppose it is a
small price to pay… In the end.” Her acquiescence is interrupted by a
transmission coming over the comm system. “Fury, so good of you to make it to our little event, Most Honored
Friends.”
The shrill, mewling voice of Ruler Vanquar Shesh, the Greater proliferates
through the ship’s speakers. “Thank
you, Ruler Shesh… So good of you to have this little soirée in our honor.”
Her villainous timber is not lost on her brother’s ears, as she placates this
greedy, putrid, Kuati Lord. Even hearing his disdainful voice makes Corevi’s
blood begin to boil. Sensing her brother’s mistrust and severe revilement of the Kuati, Barevi places a hand upon his forearm to calm his rage. Though she feels the same distaste for this treacherous and perfidious apostate, she knows that by using all of his lesser qualities, they will soon be returned to their rightful places in galactic society, and the Kuati will spend the next millennia trying to recover from their folly. In the end, all will be worth the price we have payed…
Creator: PtrsonsZOO (Jennifer)
*SPECIAL NOTE: Due to circumstances beyond our control, the rest of the story will be written by PtrsonsZOO (Jennifer)
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