in position?” the Mylor asked with a female voice.
“Of course Lady
Siata,” Baeron said. “We have the Terran surrounded on all fronts. Should he
try to escape we’re more than ready.”
A voice came
over Baeron’s com, “Commander, the target is talking to himself.”
Baeron looked at
Siata. “He’s talking to himself.”
“I see. He knows
our objective.” Siata was silent for a moment. “Let’s speak to him directly.”
“As you wish,”
Baeron said.
He signaled for
the others to back off before checking his zenti axe. He took the lead
as Siata floated to Brian’s apartment. With the wave of a key card the door
opened. Inside, Brian faced the wall where Gaelic’s blades were displayed.
Baeron noticed a strange glow in the room facing away from them as Brian moved
his hand towards his head. He turned to face them and was dressed in his green
dragon exoskeleton armor with the rakna blade on his belt.
“Commander
Peterson, by order of the High Council of the Galactic Confederation I place
you under arrest,” Baeron said.
“What crimes are
you charging me with?” Brian asked.
“Piracy,
violation of the Law of Exclusivity, and conspiracy to overthrow the High
Council,” Baeron said.
“What evidence
do you have?” Brian asked.
“A number of key
witnesses are willing to testify against you on these matters,” Baeron said.
Brian turned to
Siata. “I understand.”
He drew his rakna and spun it before them. A wave of telekinetic energy flew from the Mylor
female. The energy barrier blocked most of it as Brian turned the wave towards
the window. It shattered and sent shards of glass onto the street below. He
quickly locked his helmet in place before jumping out the window. The wings on
his exoskeleton extended as he flew into the skyline of the city planet.
“All units are
to capture the target,” Baeron ordered.
“Yes sir!” his
subordinates responded.
“He can see it,”
Siata said.
“See what?”
Baeron asked.
Her eyes lit up.
“He can see the wave patterns.”
* *
*
Seles waited in
her Zero, the prototype of all the other Phase Raknas. She closed her eyes and
rested her head on the back of the pilot’s seat before letting out a long sigh. Every day it seems like he’s further and further away from me. I don’t
understand what’s happening. Mira stepped inside the cockpit, still wearing
her pilot’s suit.
“Are you alright?”
she asked.
Seles nodded.
“I’m feeling better today.”
“I received a
message from Jesela earlier today,” Mira said. “She said the Freedom’s
construction is close to being finished.”
“I don’t know if
I’m ready for this,” Seles said. Her eyes had doubt behind them. “I feel like
the ground underneath me is giving way.”
“You need to
stop this,” Mira looked her in the eyes, “I know you’re better than this.”
“But…”
“He’ll be okay,”
Mira said.
“I want to
believe, I really do.” Seles looked off to the side. “But he sees things we
can’t and talks to ghosts like they’re real. I don’t know…”
“It’s because
he’s berserked too many times,” Celi said as she stepped inside.
“Is that the
problem?” Seles asked.
“The
nanomachines inside him are reacting to something,” Celi explained. “If he
can’t gain control of it soon the worst could happen.”
“Is it a case nanopsychosis?”
Mira asked.
“It’s possible I
saved him just long enough for him to say goodbye,” Celi said.
“I don’t want to
hear this,” Seles said.
Celi shook Seles
out of her doldrums. “He lived Seles, he lived for you. It’s because he
believes in you. It’s not just love, its potential.”
What should I
do?” Seles asked.
Both Mira and
Celi looked at each other.
“She’s really
dense,” Mira said.
“So clueless,”
Celi said. “It’s a miracle she made it this far.”
“What are you
two talking about?”
Celi shook her
head. “Who are you? And don’t just give me