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Eternian Trap Ch 9 pt 1NINE
4 June 2017
It didn't take long to discover the access point into the lowest levels of the palace from the caverns. Frost's party quickly secured the area, set a tiny locator beacon, and marked the location on the map in their wrist computers.
"Location secure. Proceeding as planned," Frost replied softly into his comm mic. A double click was his only response. He motioned for the others to move out.
Catherine O'Rourke stayed close to the jittery Andre Wardman. Their job was to find a computer core, tap into it, and see what useful information they copy from it. The rest of the team would rescue Adrian Cobretti and the Sorceress; which would create a useful diversion to ensure O'Rourke and Wardman had as much time as possible.
No one had been in this part of the palace in a very long, and the amount of upkeep evident supported that theory. Every f
Eternian Trap Ch 8EIGHT
4 June 2017
Hissing sounds were the first thing to break through to Adrian Cobretti's fog-filled brain. He remained perfectly still while trying to swim back to the surface of full consciousness. Bright light tried to penetrate stubborn eyelids, though he did not flitch. Wherever he was, Adrian sensed he was slouched in some kind of chair. He maintained a steady rhythmic breathing while taking stock of his hurts. Bruises dotted his body. The worst were centered on his chest and back.
"Hey. I think he'sssssss awake. Hisssssss," Something hissed close by.
"Check," something else hissed back.
Memories began to flood Adrian's mind when a scaly hand grabbed him roughly by the shoulder and began shaking him. "I'm awake," he croaked, mouth and throat dry as the Sahara Desert.
"Sssssssounds a little dry," the snake out sight to Adrian's left replied. "Gi
Eternian Trap Ch 7SEVEN
3 June 2017
Everyone held on grimly as the dropships bucked and shook from the turbulence of re-entry. Hulls ionized as the dropships plunged through the raging storm clouds. Lightning flashes mingled with greater flashes from laser bolts fired blindly from above.
"Feril! You think we could slow down a little and smooth this ride out just a bit?" Colonel Markson said, grunting as the jostling slammed him against his safety harness.
"No can do, colonel," Feril replied, teeth gritted in concentration.
The ship rocked and dropped briefly creating a negative Gee effect from something greater than the storm turbulence.
"That's why," Feril answered. "That battlecruiser is firing blindly at us."
Another close explosion threatened to send both dropships tumbling out of control. Feril and her companion in the oth
Eternian Trap Ch 6SIX
Eternian Star System
3 June 2017
Starship Eternia drifted into its namesake solar system with all systems shut down save life support. Passive sensors probed the planets and empty space for Horde warships. The sensor array had been upgraded and fine-tuned during the repair and rearming on Earth, the result was the capability to scan most any solar system they might encounter in its entirety. The passive sensors, while increased in sensitivity, had only about half the range. Penetration of the system had been carefully prepared and executed.
Scans from half a light-year out marked the locations of Eternia and its twin moons. The orbits and positioning were carefully marked, and a plan was developed to get in behind the larger of the two moons, which just happened to be the furthest from the target planet. After the calculations had been thoroughly checked, rechecked, and checked fi
Eternian Trap Ch 5FIVE
1 June 2017
LAUNCH MINUS 30 MINUTES
As before, the six Guardians stood in the shadow of the starship that would shortly take them on another mission. All six wore the black and gray jumpsuits. The difference was the patches on the right shoulder now reflected stunning embroidered reproductions of the power armor where there had been silhouettes before in the inner circle. The words 'Guardian Force' in golden color filled the void in the upper half between the gold inner and outer circles. The lower half was taken up with the names of each suit. Only Adrian's remained blank, as he still had not decided upon a proper name.
Doctor Susan Blanchard arrived to see the Sorceress off. While not what one would call beautiful, Susan did have pleasant features. Those features, especially her green eyes, conveyed her concern for the Guardian. Susan toyed with a lock of straight
Eternian Trap Ch 4FOUR
29 May 2017
LAUNCH MINUS THREE DAYS
New recruits trickled in to fill the ranks of both the decimated platoons and the starship crew. All knew what they were getting into, but a few braggarts persisted despite the intense footage of the Force's first desperate battle. Colonel Markson's misgivings about the coming mission were amplified by the same concerns held by Captain Takamora and the Guardians. The only real way those few would learn would be the hard way, which usually ended terminally.
Hohiro ran the new people through the proverbial wringer. A few decided transferring to the base security detachment, or out of the command altogether was the better part of valor. Many of those who stayed felt that the mission was important, and could accept the fact that they might not return from it. As did those who were too stupid to realize this was not going to be a
Eternian Trap Ch 3THREE
United States, Earth
25 May 2017
"Fifty thousand dollars," General Hammond proclaimed. "That's how much your little escapade is going to cost this command."
"They were sent after us, sir," Colonel Markson replied.
"You don't have any proof. That man who spilled his guts to you led us to a dead end."
"Doesn't mean they weren't sent. A lot of people knew at least in general where we were going." General Hammond still looked unconvinced. "All right. How did they know about that thing Adrian does?"
Hammond grew thoughtful. "They knew?" Markson nodded. "The man you brought in didn't look too surprised about Sorceress except that she disguised the head dress."
Markson raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"It's immaterial, Jon. I received a call two hours ago from a friend in the FBI. All of those men disappeared. No one knows where they went."
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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