tusks snaking into my peripheral vision,
the bike gunned to life, and I shot forward. The breaker missed me
by mere millimeters .
I hunched over the controls,
keeping the blaster in one hand, and firing off in every direction.
To an untrained eye it would simply look as if I were laying down
covering fire, and yet what should have been potshots into the dark
were not. Every bullet found its
mark.
Because that force – that force that told
me how to fight, that told me where to turn – it was still
controlling me, still keeping me safe.
And it shadowed me, protecting my every
movement until finally I made it back into safe territory.
Chapter 2
Prince Xarin
Contacts. The ship had encountered the
Zorv.
Though I expected a small battle, as there
were barely any Zorv strike ships on the sensors, I underestimated
them.
Again. For it seemed as if every single time
I fought them, they evolved.
Before any of us knew what they were doing,
they attached some kind of device to the underside of the ship.
All Royal Arterian war cruisers
possessed organic technology, with the ability to self-repair .
But the Zorv weapon, whatever it was,
managed to punch a hole right through the hull, and access one of
the cruiser’s fuel lines.
It e mptied half of our fuel in a little
under five minutes.
Somehow Zorv bots managed to transport
onto the lower deck, too.
They were overwhelming my security
forces.
So I ran, in full royal armor, to the
battle.
Before I punched out of the superfast lift
and accessed the right deck, I brought my royal sword around. It
was an ancient weapon, a traditional weapon that harkened back to
the original founders.
The modern galaxy was built
upon a universal empire that had fallen almost 2000 years ago.
We had little left from that time, for
whatever grand war had destroyed that empire, it had done such a
complete and thorough job, that every single planet had been
stripped of its technology.
Amongst the Arterian Royal Family,
however, a few weapon survived.
A s I released the royal sword from the holster at my side, and it sprang
to life, I felt its unique power. For it too was from that
time.
It had belonged to the ruling elite of
that once great universal empire – the Illuminates.
My family were, according to secret legend
within the Arterian Royal Family, directly descended from the
Illuminates.
That was why we alone could use the
Illuminate weapons.
As soon as I sprang onto the deck, I saw
chaos.
My security forces were being ripped to
shreds.
The Zorv bots punched down the corridor,
extending their metallic claws and clutching hold of every security
guard in reach. They either tore them apart, pulling off their
armor one section after another, or they simply tossed them through
structural shields that were supporting hull breaches.
I wasted no more time. I drew my lips back and let a guttural bellow punch from my throat. I sprang forward, activating the
Illuminate sword. Light, true power, charged down the
blade.
It hinted at a force so great it simply
shouldn’t belong in this galaxy.
But it did, and I wielded it.
Several bots sprang towards me, swarming
around my position.
They were programmed to attack me. Because
the Zorv knew that if they could take me down, my ship would
follow.
I slashed forward, shunting one
of my armor covered feet against the wall, pushing off it, and
plunging into a tight roll .
As I came up, I swept my blade to the side, and it caught all three
bots that were at the
vanguard ,
slicing them in half. Their electronic bodies were split apart and
struck the floor. They twitched as great pulses of energy
discharged from their remains and sank into the floor.
Several crackles of electricity caught
around my armor, but none could push through. For my armor too was
a vestige from the Illuminates. There was nothing as powerful as it
in the entire modern galaxy.
So it resisted as several bots
swarmed towards me and locked their metallic claws on my