52. Lucas

We stood in front of the platform that would take us the final leg of our journey, down to the seal and to Shadawn. “Do we have a plan?” Peyton asked, running her hand along the edge of the panel. She turned to face us when she finished speaking.

“Free the asshole, hit him with everything we’ve got, and then when you give the signal, I’ll kill him,” I said. Asterollan and Lexie both nodded in agreement as I spoke, though I noticed that Lyre frowned.

Peyton sighed. “So that means you and I have to hold back enough to make sure we stay alive until the end of the battle. No running directly into the fray for me and you, and try to keep our attacks at a distance and reserve our energy as much as possible.” I frowned, thinking of every time she had run directly into the most dangerous situations, and she narrowed her eyes at me. “You’re right,” she said after a moment.

I started singing Baby Shark in my head. “So you and I focus on things we can do from a distance. And Lexie, Asterollan, Lyre, Raella, and Zolambi keep his attention off us by attacking – hard.” I glanced over at Peter thoughtfully. “Should I bring Peter?”

“No, you can’t bring Peter. What if he dies!?” Lexie said immediately.

“There was a little bag of gunpowder in Cassandra’s things. I was thinking maybe he could hang on to that and lob it at Shadawn if he gets a chance.” Lyre had offered up Cassandra’s bag of supplies for anything useful, and I had found the small bag of black powder while sifting through it.

Lexie turned to me, her eyes wide with alarm. “You are not going to kamikaze your spider!” she said, her voice shrill.

“That wasn’t what I meant. I was thinking he could just drop it on the guy and one of us could light it with fire…”

“Is… can Peter even understand a plan that complicated?” Peyton asked. We all turned to look at the giant jumping spider. It clicked its jaws, happily waving a leg into the air.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. Peter chirped happily. “Well, let’s see.” I scanned the ground and picked up a nearby rock. I held it out to Peter and leaned in close, watching the reflection of my face glitter in its eyes. It occurred to me that being this close to it was something I would never have been able to manage before. “Here, take this.” The spider obediently moved forward, taking the rock from my hand. I knelt closer to it, whispering, “Go to the ceiling and lob this at Lexie when I say ‘good boy.’” Peter obediently chirped and moved out of sight.

“Regardless, is a little black powder going to make a difference?” Peyton crossed her arms, tapping her fingers gently against her elbow as she watched Peter disappear out of view overhead.

“Maybe not a little, but if there was some way to make a lot…” Asterollan said. “I’ve seen a lot of it blow a ship to smithereens.” Lyre’s frown deepened into a scowl momentarily as Asterollan spoke, before he caught me watching and then his expression evened out.

Peyton turned to look at Raella thoughtfully. “We can summon water… and make plants grow from nothing. Could we create more black powder with magic?”

Raella looked surprised at the question. “I’m not really sure. I suppose… hand me the bag of powder.”

Lyre stepped forward to provide the bag to Raella. “Good boy,” I commented loudly. He tilted his head in confusion at my statement just as I heard a soft thump and watched Lexie’s hand fly up to rub at the back of her head. “Oh! He understands! Good boy!”

“What the…” Lexie grimaced, frowning at me.

Raella ignored us, opening the bag to sift her fingers through the course powder. She studied it for a time, the light of magic surrounding her as she focused on it, and then shook her head. “It’s not an impossible idea, but not something we’re going to accomplish in such a short time frame.” She handed the bag back to Lyre. “We can’t spend forever camped here, after all.”

We all stared at the platform hesitantly. Peter jumped down from wherever he had been hiding and crawled along the edge of the platform, tapping the sides as he went. “The Underlings will find a way here eventually,” Zolambi said finally. “We need to go.”

No one immediately moved, but then Peyton sighed and boosted herself up onto the platform. She turned around to look at us, and said, “If we sit and plan too long, we’ll lose our nerve. We’re running out of time and our chances won’t get any better. We go now. It’s now or never.” I nodded, and moved to join her on the platform – she reached down and offered her hand. I paused a moment and took it, allowing her to help me up.

“Now or never,” I agreed. Then I started wondering if that sounded stupid, and added, “Now. Definitely now,” guaranteeing that I sounded stupid. The others joined us on the platform.

Raella, who Jon Umberling had shown the controls to, moved towards them and began to work on using them.

The dwarven soldiers, Captain Kaphryn, Jon Umberling, and Chase all stared up at us from below. “I should be going,” Chase said, watching as the platform lit up along the bottom and edges. She looked like she was debating jumping on to join us, but Zolambi only smiled and shook his head at her wordlessly. She sighed, staring at each of us as though it might be the last time she saw us. I wondered for a moment if it was.

“Good luck,” Jon Umberling said, looking somber. “Our very world depends on you.”

Lexie was standing very near the edge of the platform. She placed her hands on her hips as she looked down at the small gathering before us. “It’s all good,” she said confidently. “We’ll have this world saved in no time!” Peter chittered like he agreed with her, his front legs waving in the air.

The platform started to inch forward. And I made a split-second decision. “I’m sorry,” I said.

Lexie was just turning her head to look at me with a slight frown on her face, wondering why I had apologized, when I shoved her off the platform. Twisting vines were already reaching up from the ground below to catch her, softening her fall and grasping her limbs, holding her in place. The platform gained speed, pulling away quickly, and I could just barely see the look of shock making the whites of her eyes stand out before we were away. “Lucas! What the fuuuuck!”

The platform swooped into the next tunnel and I stared back at the spot of light at the end of it as it grew small in the distance. Turning to face my remaining companions, I could see Peyton regarding me with a warm smile on her face. Asterollan frowned, his arms crossed. “You plan to die today, one way or the other, I see. You know she’s going to kill you for that, right?” Peyton said, though her tone lacked any venom.

I sighed. “But at least she’ll be alive to do it.”

“She would have been useful to have in the fight ahead of us,” Asterollan said, less pleased. “She’s stronger than you give her credit for.”

“And what will we do if we need to reform the seal?” Raella asked. Her face was carefully composed and emotionless, but her tone betrayed the seething anger underneath.

“We’ll deal with it when we deal with it,” I said. I didn’t look at either of them as I spoke though – I found myself staring directly at Peyton. My thoughts were only on one thing: winning this fight.


The trip was shorter than I had thought it would be.

The platform exited the tunnel from high up on the wall of a massive cavern. I gasped, ducking down to place my hands on the platform as it tilted, but despite the angle we weren’t sliding off. Far below and approaching fast was what I assumed was the seal.

My breath caught in my throat as I stared at it. I think I had expected something massive in scope, especially given that it supposedly contained all the gods and not just Shadawn. But it hovered very near the floor, a pulsing ball of light. The platform floated to a stop as it reached the ground, the ball still several yards away. We each dropped down and approached.

The surface of it was volatile, more like looking at something molten or made of plasma. It seemed to thrum and pulse with energy in front of us, and I could see tiny hairline fractures of darkness along its surface. I handed Peter the gunpowder and told him to hide in the ceiling and throw the bag at the bad guy when I called for him. He scurried away, disappearing into the dark, and I felt a little better that he would be out of sight for the battle.

I wasn’t sure how any of this was going to go. “How are we going to break the seal?” I asked.

Peyton approached the ball first. She turned to look at the rest of us. “He’s been asking me to free him since the beginning… he showed me how.” She took a deep breath, and I realized she was calming herself, steeling her nerves for what was going to happen. Her nervousness made me nervous, and I swallowed hard. “Remember, Lucas. We need to move away quick, let the other handle this.” I nodded and set my jaw.

Her eyes lingered on mine for a moment, and I nodded again for her. She reached out and placed her hands on the surface of the ball, and muttered, “All right, you bastard. Let’s start this.”

I wasn’t sure if anything was happening at first. The ball seemed to shrink for a moment, and grow dim. Then there was a loud noise – like a tear in fabric, or an explosion, or a scream, or all of it at once, and it seemed to come from everywhere without and within. I flinched, and I could hear some of the other shout out in shock at the sudden noise. The ball seemed to suddenly expand to encompass us all and then shattered with a noise like breaking glass.

Peyton, Asterollan, and I all immediately lit up. I wasn’t even aware I was reaching for magic – in retrospect, it would have been smart to have been ready, but I had made no conscious decision. It was simply like the wall between myself and magic vanished, and I wondered if that was what it meant to truly hold all the power of my god. I gasped as I felt the power surge through me. The sudden rush of it was euphoric, the auras around the three of us bright and instantly overwhelming the entire cavern. Asterollan shone so bright it was hard to look directly at him, so I focused on Peyton – her floating eye was focused off to the side.

Following its gaze, I could see darkness coalescing.

Shadawn was taking shape.

It was like the shadows creeped into each other, whispering as they gathered, and a humanoid shape took form within. When he appeared, he looked like any other elven man. In fact, it was almost disappointing how normal he appeared. Despite that appearance, there was a sense of apprehension in the air, something that made me internally shiver like I was hearing nails scratch across a chalkboard. I realized the revulsion was almost like concentrated fear, and remembered what domain he had chosen.

He was tall – about my height – and thin, with pale skin and long, angular features. His eyes glowed faintly. He smiled at Peyton, a smile that conveyed no actual warmth. “I see you’ve put the knowledge I gave you to use. Even if you intend to use it against me.” And then, without any visible sign of wielding magic, no gesture, no shout – a rush of tendriling darkness moved to grab Peyton.

She looked as surprised as I felt. The only thing I could think to do was to summon vines to grip her and pull her back – we needed to stay further from the fight, and she was too close. She gasped as my vines pulled her forcibly back, though it was hardly necessary – a barrier had erected in front of her, and the darkness crawled along the edges of it like it had its own living will.

As I ran over to where I had pulled Peyton, I could see that Raella was focused on maintaining the barrier. Shadawn narrowed his eyes at her, annoyed at her interference, his expression speaking of his absolute disdain for a mere mortal. And then everything exploded into chaos.

It was crazy to watch – Asterollan had moved forward, his blazing sword of light swinging with precision, but Shadawn moved unnaturally, almost like he didn’t exist as a physical object in space. He shifted easily out of the way of Asterollan’s magical weapon, and easily brushed off the spells that Zolambi was hurling at him. Raella seemed to focus on defense, quickly pushing Shadawn’s offensive spells away or creating barriers to deflect them.

As I reached Peyton, she shot me an annoyed look. “Really? Vines?”

“You’re welcome,” I said. I turned to watch the battle. “Are we even hurting him at all?”

She was watching as well, the floating third eye focused on the battle. She nodded after a moment. “They’re doing damage. He’s just… very strong. Final boss energy.”

I watched him continue to move quickly and easily away from Asterollan’s sword, and focused on summoning vines just beneath him, springing up to grip his legs and thighs. Despite the unnatural shifting, the vines held him tight – it surprised me, because I hadn’t expected them to, and I wondered if there was something about the divine nature in the vines that helped against him. Asterollan’s next strike cut him deep across the abdomen – it looked fatal, but the wound reformed quickly and he growled angrily, hitting Asterollan hard and sending him skidding back several feet.

He turned to glare at me, but as he did, a massive wall of flame rose up in front of Lyre, blocking him from view. “It’s working,” Peyton said. “We’re doing damage. But this is going to take awhile.”

“Oh, that’s nice and fucky,” I commented, trying to sound as cheerful as I could as the fire faded and Shadawn came back into view. If he had been hurt like Peyton claimed, there was no physical sign of it yet. Mostly he just looked annoyed, but thankfully that anger seemed to have shifted away from me and towards Lyre, who he regarded carefully after the fire spell.

He pointed at Lyre and a lance of shadow struck out, lightning fast and jagged. It seemed to hit something in the air and dissolved in sparks, though it didn’t look like Raella had managed to summon a barrier in time.  Lyre looked just as surprised as Shadawn did, who let loose a low hiss of anger as his attack dissolved, his eyes narrowing. He inhaled deeply, and focused, the air wavering around him, and then waves of dark energy exploded from around him, knocking all of us back and off our feet – but more than that, when the wave hit, there was a sudden explosion of pain from inside of my skull. It was like hearing a thousand voices screaming in terror at once – it hurt so bad it left my vision flashing and left me dazed. I hadn’t even realized I’d been knocked off my feet until that pain subsided.

As I lay on the ground for a moment, gasping, I realized this was just the beginning of the fight.

51. Cassandra (WIP)

Okay, so instead of an actual full chapter I’m posting a kind of half assed chapter and some brief summations of things I intended with it, and I’m going to kind of skip this part to move on to the remainder of the story and finish it out. Part of the reason for this is that there are whole sections involving this part that are going to be completely rewritten. When I work on my rewrites, the Interludes are going to be more frequent and involve the tensions between Cassandra and Jennifer’s relationships as parent/child.

There were also a few things that were supposed to happen before this point that I simply forgot to add in. Most significant being that Jennifer was supposed to hear Asterollan reveal Cassandra’s diagnosis and then she was supposed to sit and decide whether to read or not read the letter (I have not decided yet whether she will at this point or not). Which of course informs a lot of her interactions with Cassandra in this chapter. And since I flubbed all that, I can’t expand on it here. So basically within this chapter, Cassandra and Jennifer are supposed to defeat the bad aliens, save the day, return to Earth.

Since I’m also already blabbing on about intentions for the story, I’ll go ahead and discuss something that I was saving for when I finished to give an idea of next steps. I’ve been taking notes on things I definitely plan to expand upon when I do my rewrites. The notes are as follows:

  • Lucas will start off awkwardly calling Peyton “Miss Hobbs” because calling her by her first name sounds too informal, and he will kick himself in the head for it immediately because he knows it sounds dumb, but stubbornly stick to it for more than half the book.
  • Add show instead of tell where possible.
  • No clear baddie at first beyond the “idea” of a bad guy, need to impress stakes upon the characters from an earlier point
  • Have Cassandra see her goddess out of the corner of her eye from earlier, and maybe even the bad guy?
  • Show more interlude bits of Jennifer reacting to the feeds. These are likely to be shorter insets anyways
  • Evil being = god ascendant?
  • Change Peter to Parker?
  • When Lexie has her god meeting, she should start to display fiery properties to her aura when she reaches for her magic. Her god grants her full power earlier after all.
  • Play up awkward for Lucas and anxious for Cassandra.
  • Expand upon the characters and world a bit and have them stay a bit longer in a few places. Greyjon should have celebrated and well known military accomplishments that people comment on when they meet him, etcetc.

So when I actually go through and do the edits, a lot of the minor characters are going to become more important, places are actually going to get named, history is going to be built in, and themes are going to be strengthened. My next rewrite will be shameless expansion and bloat and worldbuilding. And then my third rewrite will be trimming that back down and tightening everything into place.

So all that in mind, here is my sloppy writing to stand in place for Chapter 51, and then next week I will move on to Chapter 52, which switches back to Lucas.


As we freed the prisoners, I worked on ripping out the dampeners and healing the small remaining wounds one at a time. Despite the tedious and tiring nature of the work, the blaring alarm kept me on high alert, my system coursing with adrenaline. As the crowd of freed prisoners grew, I felt my indignation grow as well. There were so many people here – some were of the same race, prisoners from the same world, but still the variety accounted for well over a dozen worlds. And all these worlds had been destroyed? Just like these aliens planned to do to Earth…

Even as worn out as I felt, I was swept up with the group as someone led us toward the main deck of the ship. I’m not sure if anyone had an actual plan or if they were just spurred by anger and revenge. The alarms grew louder as we moved through the halls, and soon the sound of fighting reached my ears. Those at the front of the group sped into a jog, and soon all of us were sprinting towards whatever lay ahead, toward the cacophony.

It was as chaotic as it sounded. An entirely separate group of freed prisoners were in the middle of fighting across the control deck. They had somehow managed to gather weapons, but despite that advantage they still faced one major disadvantage – they lacked their magical abilities. I gaped as I watched the strange abilities of the tripod-things as they cast their spells – they shifted through space, turned invisible, and easily deflected projectiles by redirecting them through small holes in space. As a result, the entire room was a chaos of unpredictable weapons fire and screaming.

I paused outside the doorway as everyone else charged into the fray, watching as the new group of prisoners that could use magic began to channel their own strange abilities. It was obvious that magic was going to be a deciding factor in this fight. I leaned against the wall outside the door, my brow furrowing as I considered what I could do. I needed to remove all the magic dampeners in the other prisoners… after having removed so many individually, could I sense them without placing hands on each individual?

I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing hard, pushing out with my magic searchingly. I focused first on finding the small pieces of metal but couldn’t seem to focus on something so small across so many different bodies.

I took three deep breaths and reoriented myself. I focused on the room, on all the life forms in the room. I could sense them. I instantly got a sense for how many people were in the room fighting. I could feel their injuries, their illnesses, the strains on their bodies. I frowned hard, realizing some of them were human even, but then forced myself to focus past that…

I couldn’t focus on finding the little pieces of metal that I had hoped to find. But I realized that so many people on our side were injured… perhaps I could at least get them back in the fight.

I cast a healing spell across the entire room.

For a brief moment, everything got louder as those that were on the brink of death launched themselves back into the fight. But casting so much and so continuously since I had arrived finally wore me out. I slumped against the wall, my head pounding and the world spinning as I got alarmingly close to passing out.

A blurry figure knelt in front of me. I blinked to clear my vision, and remembered that without glasses, it would never be fully clear. I squinted. “Cassandra,” a familiar voice said, the tone a cross between gently maternal and sternly cross.

“Mom?” I said, feeling so confused I was certain that maybe I had passed out and started dreaming. She repeated my name again, telling me to get up. “What are you doing here?” I mumbled. She stared at me for a long moment and then hugged me. I hugged her back, still confused. “What’s going on?” I wondered out loud, not really sure what to think anymore.

“We’re going to blow up the ship,” she announced.

I stared at her in confusion. “What?!”

She pulled me along behind her, gripping my arm tight. I was still dizzy from expending so much power. “The aliens you freed were the last of the prisoners from the other prison wing. The ones I was working with know what the plan is – they’ll get them out,” she reassured me as we walked. “On our way up to the deck, we found the fuel system for the ship, and the energy source and be overloaded.”

“Mom, wait. I don’t even know why you’re here.”

She flashed me a mildly annoyed look. “I came out of retirement after you disappeared and the Stream started?”

“Stream?” I mumbled.

Ignoring my question, she said, “Once we overload the system, we’re going to have to make a quick escape. So stay close to me.”

“Why are we doing this exactly?” I asked as I finally pulled my arm out of her grip. I kept pace with her as she continued to half-jog down the hall.

“The aliens that run this ship are starting their invasion of Earth. From the various aliens I’ve talked to, they apparently stage everything from this ship. Even if the invasion is already underway, if we destroy their base, they won’t have anywhere to return and regroup.” I nodded like I understood, but I was tired. I was homesick for Earth, but also homesick for Lyre, and a part of me wanted to find a dark and quiet room to curl up and cry in undisturbed until the cancer killed me.

50. Cassandra & Interlude

Cassandra

The hour was up. I could hear my heartbeat whooshing in my eardrums as I finally pulled away from Lyre, slowly dressing, wanting to make every moment last longer. As I finally exited the building, I could feel his hand gripping mine tight, like it had so often through our entire journey. It was hard to focus and I felt numb, like I was on autopilot. I said my goodbyes to everyone, smiling and reassuring Lexie that I’d make sure her family was safe and let them know she was okay.

Finally, I turned to look up at the dark black orb as it hovered close. I pulled my hand away from Lyre’s as I did so, taking a deep and shaky breath. I felt his fingers brush against the back of my hand as I pulled away, and could feel his reluctance to let go in the gesture. “I’m ready,” I said, my throat feeling dry. I could barely speak around the feeling of my heart blocking my throat. “Take me back.”

For a split second I felt like turning around to catch a last glimpse of Lyre, of everyone, but it happened so fast I never got the chance. The colors of the world around me swirled into light and sound and I gasped as I felt an immense weight press all around me, my ears popping at the pressure of it. It felt like I was going to implode. It was hard to maintain consciousness – I blacked out.

When I came to, I found myself on my knees, coughing and gasping for air, and I pressed my eyes shut against an overwhelming sense of vertigo. The floor beneath me was metal, cool to the touch, and I leaned forward to press my forehead against it and screamed.

When I finally stopped, I became aware of how heavy my body felt now. I could immediately feel the dull ache deep in my hip on the side that had been crushed in that car wreck so many years ago. I could feel a strange exhaustion set deep in my bones. I felt my breathing quicken for a moment as the realization hit – the cancer was back. I was going to die. Maybe not today, but soon. I wanted to indulge in curling into a ball on the floor and sobbing. A tremendous sense of loss washed over me, and I didn’t want to open my eyes and face where I had arrived. But I could hear noises around me – in the distance, there was a muffled alarm sounding, like hearing emergency alerts on other peoples’ phones in public. There was the stirring of air as I heard a door opening, and I sensed something moving close to me.

Before I could look up, cold metal pressed against my neck. Gasping in surprise, I jerked automatically, pulling away from whatever it was. There was a soft hissing sound of air pressure, and a metallic clang as something bounced off the floor below me. I immediately reached for my magic – I did it without thinking, having used it so naturally for months at this point. I could feel it – it was weaker than before, empty and solitary, lacking the presence of T’Keran – and I used it to push the person that had pressed the metal object to my neck away.

Opening my eyes, I found myself having to squint at how blurry my vision was without glasses. I moved closer to the slumped figure I had attacked to see it more clearly. I was in a small square room and the force of my magic had shoved the person I attacked all the way out into the hall. It was humanoid, with three arms and three legs and a broad face. Three eyes blinked up at me in a daze as its large mouth gaped open, and it emitted a soft noise of pain and surprise – somehow it must have hit the doorframe on its way out and broken two of its legs. I winced, seeing one leg twisted unnaturally under its body and the other splayed out limply with a bone poking through. I could see that it held a strange metal object firmly in its hand, that looked alarmingly like a gun. It weakly raised the object to point it at me, and I lashed out with my magic again, slamming the hand back and causing the metal object to fling down the hall.

I paused, completely unsure of what to do. I felt immediately guilty – if these were the creatures that brought me back, would they decide to attack Earth because of what I had just done? Should I have surrendered? I stood floundering in indecision, wondering if I should heal the creature before me, wondering about the loud blaring alarm in the distance. A strange croaking voice said, “Human! Cashdra-human!” My head swiveled toward the sound – I was in a hallway lined with semi-transparent doors, and I could see at least two blurry figures standing close to those doors, watching what was happening. “Let out! Let out!” the voice croaked, sounding a lot like a very large frog.

“What?” I asked stupidly, feeling a swell of anxiety. I moved closer to the door. There was a button right next to it, and I wondered for a moment if it could be that easy before I pushed it.

The door slid open.

I squinted at the figure standing before me. It actually did look like a giant humanoid frog – the skin was dry and pebbly, giving it a more reptilian look. Its large eyes and strangely shaped pupils focused past me at the creature still slumped on the ground, and its body mass expanded as it drew in air, releasing it in a shockingly loud hiss. I stepped back, shocked at the explosion of sound, and the frog-thing rushed past me. It moved faster than I would have expected, and began to slam the head of the tripod-thing into the floor repeatedly using its strong hind legs. I gasped and looked away, completely shocked at the sudden gore as the head smashed open and the insides splattered out, and I felt my knees give out.

I sat on the floor, trembling in terror. My mind reeled, wondering what was happening. I had returned home, hadn’t I? I could hear the heavy breathing of the frog-thing as it moved past me, having beat the tripod-thing to death – it opened the other door and the other shadow stepped out.

The frog-thing approached me. “Cashdra-human,” it said, reaching out its strange three fingered hand. I gaped at it, wide eyed with shock.

“What?” I asked again, my voice a lot quieter this time.

A different being moved forward, this one tall and thin with almost translucent gray skin. It looked almost human, and had large green-black eyes. I could not see a mouth moving when it spoke, the voice seemed to simply hover out of its chest. “He is calling you by name and clan. Cassandra, human.”

I shivered, staring up as the other figure moved close to me. “How does he know my name?”

“We’ve all been watching you while you journeyed.”

I felt my blood run cold as my head swiveled around and I squinted at each of them. “Watching me,” I repeated, my voice flat as I tried to comprehend the statement.

“We are all victims here. We have all shared the same story. We have all traveled by magic between worlds, and been brought back by the threat of our home’s destruction.” The gray figure reached a hand out to me – it had the appropriate number of fingers, but they were long and thin, and the hand looked almost too fragile. I hesitantly took it and was surprised to find it was stronger than it appeared. I also reached out and took the frog’s hand. Together, they pulled me up easily. “I am sorry, human. They lied to you. They plan to destroy your world regardless. The invasion of your Earth will begin soon.”

“What!?” I shouted. “They’re going to invade anyway?”

The creatures in front of me glanced at each other, their expressions a mix of sadness and understanding. The frog nodded. “They invade. No matter choice.” It moved past me and back to the body of the tripod-thing, rummaging through its clothes.

“We have to do something,” I said. Doing my best to ignore the mess of a body still sprawled on the floor, I moved over to the metal object it had been holding. “Is this a weapon?” I asked, picking it up and examining it.

“Not entirely. It holds small metal magic dampening devices, that would inhibit casting ability.” I shivered as the gray alien spoke, realizing how close I had come to being rendered completely defenseless. “They use them on all of us, to make sure we can’t use our abilities against them.”

“You can use magic too?” I asked, surprised. I dropped the gun.

The creature nodded, and said, “We all can. And they can too. Its how they find us…”

I moved forward, placing my hands on either side of the creature’s face. I focused my healing ability, remembering how I could sense illnesses and infections in a body, I instead focused on finding anything that seemed foreign, and found it – no larger than a grain of rice, a small metallic piece in the base of the neck. I frowned, trying to think of how to remove it, before deciding to simply rip it out. I focused on pulling it straight out the way it had entered. I heard the gray person gasp and tense under my fingers as it felt the metal move, and then it cried out as the dampener ripped through its skin. I heard the metal clatter to the floor, but focused instead on healing the small wound left in its wake. Finally, I stepped away.

The gray being lifted a hand to its neck, touching where the wound had been. A strange series of expressions flitted across its face – then it pointed a finger out toward where the magic dampener had landed. The small piece of metal rose into the air. The gray being twisted its wrist and clenched its fist, and the metal twisted and disintegrated. “I can…” its voice trailed off briefly, then it looked at me and nodded. “Thank you,” it said.

“How many others here are like us?” I asked.

“Many. They have been to many worlds.” It turned its head towards the frog. “Have you discovered why the alarm is sounding?”

I grimaced. Many worlds? Destroyed? What kind of people would do such a thing? I realized the frog had taken a tablet like device from the body, and was now examining something on the screen. “Alarm. Intruders here.”

I frowned as he spoke. “Where is here, anyway?”

The gray being nodded, a thoughtful look on its face. “We will explain. But help us free the other prisoners, and remove their dampeners as well. We will have a better chance then.”

I nodded. “Lead the way.”


Interlude

After seeing the Stream go dark, Jennifer turned to Polypt, her mind racing. “When you were brought back, what happened? Were you brought to this ship immediately?”

The alien tilted its mantis-like head, regarding Jennifer with its large black eyes. “I was brought to the ship, directly to my prison here. The first thing they do when you return is embed a device into your body that dampens your ability to use magic. Immediately after, the invasion begins.”

Jennifer paused a moment, trying to process that information. If she had known that they were so close to starting their plans, she would have immediately reached out to other departments so everyone could be on high alert back on Earth. Her suicidal rescue mission had suddenly grown a lot more complicated. “How do they proceed with the invasion? Do they already have units on the planet ready to strike, or do they leave from the ship directly?”

Polypt made a gesture – Jennifer realized it was a shrug. “I was in captivity. I was not privy to the details.”

Jennifer let loose a string of expletives under her breath and twisted on her heel, immediately issuing orders for Reese and Hall to get the other humans to the nearest vehicles they could find and get them home. She also told them that the invasion was going to start, maybe had already started, and they needed to alert everyone as soon as they landed. She told Polypt to go with them. “I could help you here,” Polypt protested briefly.

“They’re going to need at least three vehicles to get everyone back to Earth,” Jennifer said. “And you’re the only other one that can operate one. Also, having an actual alien warning against an alien invasion should light a fire under someone’s ass.  I’ll go alone. Any ideas on how I can find the prison block where they’ll keep Cassandra?”

“Much of this level is made up of prisons,” a low growling voice said, surprisingly close. Jennifer frowned, looking over at the furry creature, which now stood close to her and Polypt. She hadn’t been aware of it moving up to them in the first place, but she didn’t allow her discomfort at that to show. For a moment, she wanted to ask how everyone seemed to know English – was it watching the Stream broadcast daily for so many months? Was there more magic at work? But she quickly dismissed these thoughts – they were questions for a less hectic moment. “But there is another row of prisons on the far side of the ship as well.”

“So she could be close,” Jennifer said again. She paused, not certain what to say to the creature, then settled for, “Thank you. If you want to escape, you can go with the humans.”

The creature regarded her passively, with those strange glowing eyes. Jennifer kept her expression carefully composed, annoyed at how inexpressive both aliens before her appeared. “I will go with you. We will release all the prisoners, and seize control of the ship.”

Jennifer blinked, a little surprised at the idea. She hadn’t thought of recruiting help from the prisoners on the ship, but it made sense, and if the invasion launched from the ship, perhaps they could cause enough chaos to delay or even stop it before it really got underway. “How many prisoners are there?”

“Impossible to say. Sometimes they take multiple prisoners from planets – hostages, in case they are discovered before their drama plays out, and the travelers that return to save their homes.” The creature’s eyes burned brighter for a moment, set and determined.

Jennifer nodded. “Let’s go.”

There were multiple hallways like the one that Jennifer had exited, each holding rows of cells. Some were empty, some held only one or two individuals, and others were packed full. Jennifer boggled nearly every time they released hallway after hallway of strange looking aliens – there were so many different looking creatures, some that looked humanoid and others that looked so vastly different that she wondered at first if they even understood her as she addressed them. But she kept a clear head and gave clear and concise instructions – whoever wanted to escape was free to find their own exit. Anyone that wanted to stay should join them in taking the ship.

There were many that stayed. It seemed the desire for revenge was strong amongst them, which made sense if they had all witnessed the destruction of their home worlds.

The siren from earlier still sounded, but the Bastards hadn’t figured out that the prison levels were a problem yet. Jennifer prayed silently that her original team had stayed safe through their own dangerous game of cat and mouse around the ship, and was pleased that it had kept danger away. “This is the end of the cell blocks on this side of the ship,” the furry creature informed her after they freed the last hallway of aliens.

Jennifer sighed. She had searched nearly every strange face for Cassandra, but hadn’t seen her daughter yet. Her fingers absently brushed the pocket where the letter was still secured. Jennifer glanced back at the ragtag group of aliens that filled out the hall behind her. She weighed her choices. If they took the ship, she could search for Cassandra at her leisure – her daughter would be safe enough holed up in a prison cell. Nodding decisively to herself, she said, “Does anyone know where they control the ship from? Is there a… a bridge? A command center?” A few of the aliens did know. “Good, lead the way. We’ll check rooms as we go – we’re looking for any weapons we can use, and we’ll beat them out of the hands of anyone we run across. We’re going to take this ship.” A strange chorus of cheers, hoots, and growls echoed in the air around her.

Skip day!

I am having difficulties with these next few chapters and am taking my time working on it. It’s still going to be a hot mess that will get heavily edited in future, but despite my promise of a 2/18 update… I have become a liar and a bum.

But I will update 2/25! I promise!