Shades of Justice: Chapter 16

It was five twenty and Kelly was twenty seven laps into her morning mile swim. She had left the school but her coach worked at the Y.M.C.A and had given her access to the pool. Some kids swam because the team had a long history of victory. Others swam because no other sport appealed to them or their friends swam. Kelly swam because it gave her peace of mind. Following the line on the bottom of the pool had become a sort of mediation for her.

As she headed into the last half of her laps she began to feel like someone else was in the pool with her, while not uncommon she couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. She rebounded off the wall and tried to out swim the hysteria rising in her chest. She started to panic, the water had become too choppy to see where she was, she began to flail her arms trying to find the surface, she felt lost, scared and confused. Suddenly a single desire filled her mind. She needed to breathe. She dove for the surface in a panic, terrified that she might suffocate. Her head broke the surface of the water, she took big gulps of air, wiped the water from her face and looked around the pool. She was alone, standing in the four foot section of the pool. The panic was gone, the paranoia was nonexistent. She gave herself a few seconds to shake off what was left of the quickly receding panic off and dove back into the water.

By five fifty she had gone ten laps past the mile to cool down. When she could delay no longer she climbed out of the pool and grabbed her towel, revealing her flashing glasses. She threw them on to hear Technarious’ voice 

“Where have you been?” He asked.

“I was getting ready for school, just got out of the shower what’s up?” She asked.

“Something has refaced, off the coast of California, something that shouldn’t exist.” He said, “The others are waiting for you.”

She fished drying off gathered her things and ran into the empty girls locker room to change and teleport to California.

She arrived on the roof of a beach side hotel next to the other Shades. They were watching five impossibly large tentacles emerge from the ocean, flailing wildly creating chaos and destruction on the coast line. She felt the same exact panic from the pool well up inside her and she had no clue how but she knew she was feeling what this creature was feeling.

“Nice of you to drop by.” Sonya greeted her.

Kelly held up her middle finger. “I was in the shower, sue me.”

“How many laps you do in the shower every morning?” Sonya shot back.

Kelly’s advance on Sonya was stopped by Dante. “Hey! We’re all tired and stressed, this isn’t a prison sentence. She wasn’t neglecting her duties and I can guarantee she won’t be the last one of us that is going to miss a few calls. Life is unfair like that. Now, let’s call blinding light and get rid of whatever that thing is.”

Kelly relaxed and Sonya threw her hand in the air. The others followed her lead and together they called their giant Mecha. It appeared a ways into the surf as far away from fleeing beach goes as possible and the Shades teleported in to the command station.

Blinding light came to life and launched itself at the closest two tentacles grabbing one with each of its hands. Each of the tentacles wrapped itself around the arm of the hand that had grabbed it. The other three tentacles zeroed in on Blinding light and began to wrap themselves around its legs and chest as Blinding Light futilely tried to fight its way free.

Blood and Profit: Chapter 39

Eamon had landed his cruiser roughly a hundred yards from the edge of the forest. He cautiously approached the tree line on foot, looking for signs of life. If he had not seen the footage of the seed pods come out of the ring and crash into the planet he would have found it nearly impossible to believe this forest was less than a week old. There were uncountable trees that stretched hundreds of feet into the sky. The canopy above blocked much of the sunlight from reaching the ground and filtered the rest to tone down the ambient light by a drastic amount. The shade provided by the canopy extended about fifteen feet beyond the out most Trees and Eamon found himself stopping at the lights edge. He scanned the forest as far back as his sight could define anything other than darkness.

“Hello?” He nearly shouted his questioned greeting. And he listened as his voice seemed to ping pong off the trees as it echoed deep into the woods. He was met with silence and waited what he considered to be an overly long time for some kind of response. Finally he let himself consider the possibility of trying a different edge of the forest line and turned back to his ship. Before he could spin around the tree’s opened up and root people began to emerge from the trunks of the trees closest to the edge of the forest. Some even dropped down on ropes of vines from the canopy up above. In what felt like the blink of an eye Eamon was face to face with what he estimated to be a few dozen aliens all standing silently at the edge of the tree line.

To put it mildly Eamon was stunned. “I, I um, come in peace?” He stuttered and then tried to pick himself up. “That’s stupid. Um, this is my, our, my people’s planet. So um, on behalf of, my people, I guess, we, or I, for the most part, welcome you to, our planet.” He held out his arms as if he were about to try and hug the assembled group of tree people. “They had not moved during his awkward, bumbling speech and he also noticed that none of them were responding verbally either. ”I have every hope that our two races might learn to coexist with each other and thrive together.” He looked down the line of the alien greeting party. They just stood silently, staring at him. He let his arms drops back to his sides. “In the spirit of unity and cooperation, I would like to enquire about a shuttle that landed in your forest, and the status of anyone who may have been aboard.” He reached the end of the sentence feeling as lost as the aliens looked. With nothing else coming to mind to break the tension he felt he gave an exaggerated bow, hold his hands out again to make it as excessive, He didn’t know why he had decided to bow and he wasn’t even sure how long he should bow or even if the aliens had any idea what he was doing. He glanced up from his exaggerated position and saw that the entire group of alien tree people were copying his bow as closely as they could. Something was coming out of the darkness behind them and he lowered his eyes back to his feet.

“Why are you bowing?” A familiar voice came from the tree line.

Eamon righted himself with excitement to see his sister making her way through the alien’s toward him. The aliens returned to their upright positions as she passed them.

Mew had a few visible bruises on her neck but they did nothing to distract from the huge smile on her face as she charged her brother for a hug. “What were you babbling about? How the heck did you get elected when you can’t even give a simple speech without tripping over your own tongue?” She asked after they separated. “Seriously please tell you are paying Kepi a reasonable amount to put up with you, because, just, damn.” She exaggerated her disappointment as she shook her head.

“Actually she just took over my seat so she’s free of me and I’m free of the senate.” He replied.

Mew nodded. “Probably best for all involved really.”

Eamon agreed vigorously. “So what’s with the root people?” He asked. 

Lidarion: Chapter 11

The line at the front gates of Lidarion city seemed to stretch on for miles. In the time since Brandon’s death the war had officially ended and there were hundreds if not thousands of people looking to transition back to their peacetime lives as quickly as possible. They had gotten in line sometime in mid-morning and shared lunch together as they moved forward little by little. They traded what news they had with the people ahead of and behind them in line and none of them missed the large number of families and other travelers leaving the city throughout the day.

It was late afternoon by the time they arrived at the front gate. The guards looked each of them over, glancing in their saddlebags and one of the guards took a nice long look at Trent deciding not to make anything of it. The guards signaled for the gate to open and the giant doors opened letting Trent and Lisa into the western most side of the central market district. Lisa was immediately stunned by the level activity, the density of the buildings. She couldn’t help but browse each of the road side carts piled high with fresh fruits, sweet breads, low quality jewelry and trinkets that lined the cobblestone street.

They walked by a bakery that smelled of countable flavors of fresh bread. Lisa turned to Trent. “Hey, are you hungry?” She asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, but trust me, we’re going to have dinner in the best restaurant in Lidarion.”

Lisa followed him as he snaked through the crowd. “If it’s still open.” She replied.

Trent laughed. “If Lidarion is still here, Lisa’s Bar is still here.” He took a turn off the central street and the crowd thinned greatly.

“You really loved growing up here didn’t you?” She asked.

He nodded. “It’s the greatest city on the planet, why wouldn’t I love it here?” He asked.

Lisa shrugged her shoulders. “Why haven’t you been back in almost fifteen years?” She asked.

Trent turned down another street and Lisa followed him. “Remember that whole war thing we just finished fighting?” He asked.

She shook her head. “You’ve had the same amount of time off as we did, we were able to get married and would have made it here if we hadn’t just gotten married. Not to mention I had to beg you to come with me even AFTER the war ended…So what happened?” She finally asked.

Trent nearly runs up to a very large building, He stops in front of the door, takes a deep breath and then opens the door to the Bar.

The restaurant is busy. There are more tables and chairs in the room than would be casually comfortable to maneuver around and all but one table are occupied by people eating, drinking, and socializing. A middle aged woman is maneuvering in between the tables so efficiently they might as well not even be there. She picks up empty glasses, drops of bread and fresh drinks, all the while she holds conversations with multiple conversations.

The door closes behind Trent and Lisa which grabs the woman’s attention. “Well I’ll be a red headed step child. Trent Coppersmith has finally returned.”

The entire establishment seems to freeze. Alex weaves around the tables toward Trent and Lisa. Trent smiles nervously. “Hey Alex, It’s been a long time.” He says.

She clears the tables and stops in front of him. “Over a decade.” She paused and stared him down as the entire establishment holds its breath. 

The XP: Chapter 11

Volnado is flanked by Wainwright and Shizaboom. Torcano moves to the front of the group. “I thought we were avoiding each other.” He asked.

Volnado smiled. ‘This is a special occasion.”

“Do tell.” Toracano requested.

“You violated the terms of your Game Master Employment contract.” Volnado accused. Torcano looks like he just got slapped. “You have repeatedly used your abilities and powers to grant advantages and favors to players that they haven’t earned. Mainly the players standing behind you.” 

Volnado gestured to the rest of the group.

Shizaboom took half a step forward. “After revie –“ Volnado held up his hand to silence Shizaboom. 

Shizaboom not only went silent but stepped back a full step.

Volnado waited a moment, dropped his hand and then continued. “After reviewing your activity logs the management team has decided to remove your status as a Game Master and deactivate your account.”

The entire group is shocked. Torcano moves to rebut but Volnado waves his hand and Torcano disappears. “Good bye brother.”

Bob gets into Volnado’s face. “What the hell is your problem Volnado?”

Volnado glares down at Bob. “Funny, I thought you of all people would have enjoyed watching that.”

“I didn’t want him turning into what you’ve clearly become.” Bob shot back.

The two groups have gathered a bit of a crowd. Volnado shook his head. “Torcano was never going to be as good at this as I am. It was only out of respect for our connection that I let him get away with as much as he did. He never really cared about the game, at least, not like we do Bob. He was always more concerned with Impressing his friends. And now without him I suspect your little club is lost, unable to compete. What will you do without a fifth member?”

A horn sounds and the crowd gathering turns their attention to the opening ceremonies of the clan wars. Volnado turns and moves forward through the crowd, the other two Game Master’s in tow. The gang looks at each other in complete shock.

Stygian clenches his fist. “Damn it.”

Blackout shakes his head. “There has to be someone who hasn’t joined a clan yet.”

“Any idea how we find them in the next ten minutes?” Bob asked.

The group watches the opening ceremonies, a huge digital fireworks show is lighting up the sky. The group is looking up and the light reflects off their faces.

“Well one thing is clear.” Trart says.

“What’s that?” Stygian asks?

“Begun the Clan Wars have.” Trart smiles at his own joke. Bob slaps him upside the back of his head. “Ow, right, sorry…sorry.” Trart apologized.

University of Console Heroics: Chapter 11

Banister is handing back another stack of papers. His silence hangs like a weight around the neck of the room. Out of papers he grabs his satchel and leaves the room without a word. Only when the door closes solidly behind him do the students check the grades on their papers. Sanders turns his paper over to find another note on the first page. The title of his paper is “An analysis of series plot structure, the destruction of artistic ingenuity and creative expression: A history of the Mario Brothers.” Banisters note is in big bold red sharpie pen. “All right then, see me after class.” Sanders flips the paper face down.

Every stack of paper on Banister’s desk is different than the ones that were on his desk during the first meeting he had with Sanders. And yet the defensive castle wall looks almost exactly the same. Sanders walks into his office without knocking. Banister doesn’t even look up from the essay he is grading.

“Was that your idea of a joke?” He asked.

Sanders dropped into the empty chair on his side of the desk and shook his head. “Not really. It just sounded like an interesting hypothesis.” He explained.

Banister looked up from his work and slowly put his red pend down. “And this had nothing to do with you trying to pry into my life?” He asked skeptically.

Sanders smiled and shook his head again. “Have you always been this self-centered? I didn’t write the paper to get your attention. If I had I would have written something much more eye catching.” His smile betrayed a secret but Banister couldn’t figure out which.

“Such as?” Banister asked.

Sanders thought about it for a second, then made up his mind. “Do you really want to know? Or are you just hoping I’ll give you a decent reason to kick me out of your office?” he challenged.

Banister’s hostility cracked slightly. “After you worked so hard to get here?” He started. “That would be rude.” He finished.

“I didn’t write the paper to get your attention.” Sanders groaned.

Banister smiled. “I heard you the first time.” He confirmed, picking his pen up and getting back to grading essays.

Sanders takes a moment to glance around the tiny office. “Hey, how come you don’t have any photos of family or friends?” In my experience most professors are super sentimental.”

Banister glanced up from his papers again. “I thought you wanted to be my friend, not my psychiatrist.” He asked.

Sanders shrugged his shoulders. “In a place like this they are pretty much one in the same.” He looked at Banister. “Don’t you think?”

Sanders point threw him for a second. He set his pen down and sat back in his chair. “Are you sure you’re just a student?” He asked.

Sanders met his gaze. “Are you sure you’re just a teacher?” He asked in return.

Banister glanced down at his castle of paperwork. “Some days, I’m not even sure about that part.” He admitted.

“How so?” Sanders asked.

Banister began to fidget with his pen. “I came back here because this is the last place I remember being happy. I used to want that.” Banister was looking at his pen, talking more to himself than Sanders now.

“What Changed?” Sanders prodded.

Banister’s mind returned to his body and he sat up straight in his chair. “Mostly it’s like you said. The fire started, and sadly the first thing to burn was my love of this place.”

“So why are you still here then?” Sanders asked.

Banister leaned back over his work. “Paycheck.” He answered without looking up.

Sanders shook his head. “Bull”

Banister let his pen hover over the essay he had read half of three times now. His mind and Sanders distracting him from his work. He gave up finally, capped the pen and set it down on the desk. “Where else would I go? What else would I do? He asked to the universe.

Now Sanders mind went a million miles away. “Somewhere you can finish grieving.” Sanders said mostly to himself.

Banister cocks and eyebrow at in curiosity. “What?” He asked.

Sanders mind snapped back to the office. He shook his head and looked at his empty wrist where a watch might sit. “Sorry, nothing, was talking to myself.” He said as he stood up out of the chair and grabbed his bag.

“About what.” Banister asked.

Sanders shook his head. ‘Nothing, I. uh, I gotta get to my next class.” He excused himself and opened the office door quickly disappearing on the other side of it.

Banister watches as the door pulls itself shut. “Damn” He grumbles, picking up his pen again.

Shades of Justice: Chapter 15

Raptarus was completely unprepared for the unrelenting power of the possibility Stygian had placed in his left eye socket. He had not slept since he had returned to earth as it ceaselessly bombarded him with ideas.

He felt his body demanding the tiny amount of sleep it required but the possibility would not stop. The longer he was awake the more annoying the possibility became. When he started to hallucinate, he knew it was time to seek Stygian out. The only problem was he had no clue how to do that, and it happened to be a topic on which the possibility had nothing to offer.

“Raptarus” Stygian’s voice echoed in his mind. “I am not some creature you can summon as you wish.” He chastised.

But Raptarus was near delirious with lack of sleep. “Please, Stygigan, I need, it, it won’t let me sleep. I need to sleep Stygian.” He rambled on and on.

Stygian was a little more than annoyed. “The weaknesses inherent in mortal beings cause me nothing but frustration. If time were of no consequence, you would all destroy yourselves, but even the eternal darkness that birthed me is nothing more than the willing slave to the hands of time. Very well Raptarus, You shall have power over the possibility shard, but when you awake I will have a job for you to complete.”

Then there was nothing but blessed silence. Raptarus burst into tears and was in a fitful state of unconsciousness within minutes. He felt euphoria wash over his mind as it sank into the dark abyss of sleep.

But it was not peaceful sleep. It folded the plans of his master into his dreams. In his dream he saw the moon reflecting off wild ocean waves, sinking beneath and passing fish of varying sizes, going deeper and deeper as he passed whales and the deepest sea creatures man knew of. He stopped in the deepest part of the earth’s oceans. Where monsters never before seen swam over the ancient fossils of deep sea titans. He could feel the currents on his skin, the ocean floor beneath his feet, so much so that his mind began to wonder if he was actually dreaming or if the possibility was using his body while his mind was unconscious. He touched his hand to the deep ocean floor and felt a vibration so dense that he worried about bodily damage. The ground gave way slowly at first but picked up speed as a nightmare older than geological memory was reborn unto the earth. It left its watery tomb and headed for the surface, every few seconds the sheer size of it caused a small fracture in Raptarus’ mind. Until finally the leviathan was fully free of its final resting place and headed for the surface. He tried to follow the leviathan but it was so quick that even considering its size he lost it quite quickly.

His dreams devolved into nonsense shortly after that. When he woke up, his feet were covered with 

sand.

Blood and Profit: Chapter 38

First contact was not something the colony senate had ever prepared for. Eamon had quietly sat through the first day of hysterically reactionary babbling from the other representatives that had nothing but the senate to focus on. By lunch time on the second day he had had his fill of official statements and oratory concerning the importance of this moment in history. He was ready to get on to the actual moment.

The policy speeches were worse. Almost immediately the entire senate became entrenched in a 'nuke first  excavate bodies later' versus 'unroll the welcome mat and share the planet' argument. Eamon avoided getting involved in the argument and spent the evening of day two researching their capability to actually nuke or in any way strike the new alien forest. It didn't take him long to discover that they didn't have a stockpile large enough of any weapon to do enough damage to matter. The satellite photos had confirmed that the alien forest was now the largest forest on the planet. The senate ended the second day having made no decision either way.

Eamon had reached his limit of bureaucracy. He messaged his aide and they met at the front steps of the senate building. Eamon was the first member of his family to run for a senate seat. He was currently the only member of the senate who was not a third, fourth or fifth generation politician and it showed. He was more interested in making sure the job got done than he was in assuring his families honor and his districts status among the colony. He did not fit in well and he had stopped trying to long ago. His aide was a sixteen year old fifth generation political wunderkind. None of the other senate members would care that Kepi was sitting in for him in the morning. He had no need to brief her, he knew she was likely more aware of the political aspects of the situation than he was. Her family had practically bred her for this job, when other children were learning their letters and basic math she was learning the senate families and the structure of the colony government. Truthfully without her he would be completely lost and he hadn't even hired her. She had appeared in his office on his second day and practically taken the place over. She ran him through education drills and briefed him on all aspects of every bill, law, and ruling the senate was considering, she never needed any notes, and he knew that when his time was up he would give the seat to her. Not because it was tradition for seats to travel down lines of ascendancy but because he and Kepi had conversations that ran long into the night about the direction they saw for the colony and what they wished for their people. She had chosen to be his aide because he was not a politician and she had every desire to change the way the senate ran and his was the seat she could accomplish her goals. No the senate would not miss him, until they discovered the force of nature that had taken his place.

He didn't want the Skyway security systems to pick his cruiser up so he had to stay dangerously close to the ground as he made his way to the forest. He didn't know what he would say when he arrived, he didn't want to think about the possibility that the species seen in satellite photos was hostile or predatory toward humans, and based on the size of the forest he knew that the task ahead of him was likely impossible but his sister's ship had landed somewhere in the forest and he was determined to make sure that she was all right.