Chapter 20
Planet Manhattan, New York System. 30 minutes earlier
Trent took a deep whiff as he stepped through the door to his house, smelling the familiar air. Home, sweet home.
Trent and Juni’s choice of residence was slightly smaller than most, with an interior that was not overly furnished, but was still decently decorated with common luxuries, such as a rug, sofa, and television in the living room, and a set of chairs and table in the kitchen,.
“Well,” Trent started after crashing onto the blue couch in the living room, “although it was surprising that Orillion let us go, it’s good to be home.”
Juni took a seat next to him. “I’ll have to agree with you on that.” She gave Trent a small smile.
For Juni, the long trip back home had been, although different, quite uneventful. Trent had led her through several Border World systems that she had only heard of before, and it was obvious that Trent had mapped a good portion of them while he had been exploring Sirius before he finally decided to settle down and bought himself a home on planet Manhattan.
Juni knew that Trent had made a large amount of money while on his travels, and she had always been somewhat skeptical on just how he had attained it. Now she was certain on where at least some of the credits had come from. While passing through Omega-5, they had been hailed by both Corsair and Red Hessian fighters who, upon speaking to Trent, had allowed them to pass without incident. Juni disapproved of such direct ties with the criminal element, but decided to say nothing of it; with the current situation of with the Invaders, now was not the best time for her to question Trent’s past alliances.
“Juni? Is something wrong?” Trent sensed that something was on Juni’s mind.
“No, nothing’s wrong… I’m just thinking.”
“About…
Juni answered truthfully. “About you.”
Trent edged up next to his fiancée and put his arm around her shoulders. Almost involuntarily Juni tilted her head to rest it upon Trent’s shoulder and was filled with a sense of soothing comfort, her worries forgotten. Yes, this would do. For now, everything was fine… everything was safe.
Juni suppressed a yawn. The trip back had left her fighting to stay awake. Although she had managed to keep from dozing off during the trip, she was now losing the battle, in the comfort of her home and loving man – at least it was a good time to fall asleep. As her eyelids grew heavy, she pushed herself up against Trent before pleasantly slipping into her subconscious.
Trent felt Juni go limp against him as she fell asleep. He smiled and took the liberty of stroking her brow with his free hand.
“Pleasant dreams, Jun’ko.”
*****
Six hand-picked scientists, including Quintaine and Sinclair, were gathered together in a small room, their attention upon a Dom Kavash tablet. But this tablet was different than most others within the archives. While the others were usually dotted here and there with large otherworldly runes, this particular tablet was crammed from border to border with tiny scrawling words that represented various Invader dialects, as well as including a set of coordinates at the top right hand corner.
“Keeneesh… terartat… jofuurmynt.” Sinclair slowly read aloud, pronouncing the tiny alien words that were scrawled upon the ancient Dom Kavash tablet.
“What do you suppose it means?” came the accented question from a Rheinland scientist.
“We don’t know.” Quintaine replied, taking a step towards the tablet. “Not yet, anyways. As you know, the translations themselves are difficult to decipher.”
There was an uneasy silence. No one was quite sure what to say.
“What could we do with the ability to translate the Invader languages?” The silence was broken by a libertarian man.
Quintaine shifted his gaze onto the man. “We could learn about planned attacks before they occur, and eavesdrop on any comments that might point out a weakness in their battleships.”
“Oh… yeah.” The libertarian nodded in understanding.
Sinclair turned from the tablet and glanced over the audience. Well, you know that we are all here to decipher the Invader languages. I am told that you all have at least some experience in translating Dom Kavash calligaphy, am I right?” Everybody nodded in agreement. “Good,” Sinclair said, smiling. “Then lets get to work to on… translating the translations.”
Everybody in the room huddled around the tablet and began to work.
*****
Juni looked around, wonder where she was, or rather, where everything was. There was nothing here. There was no sky, no ground… just black emptiness as far as she could see.
A desperate male voice pierced the empty air. “Get out! “Get out now!”
Juni was bewildered. How did she get here? Who was talking? And why did it want her to leave?
“Leave!” A large white fire appeared some distance away and started to move towards Juni. She felt no alarm as it approached – she had seen it before, it was harmless. But as it ground itself to a halt in front of her, the fire transformed into a giant gold eye. It was like no eye she had ever seen before; it stared at her with a diamond-shaped pupil.
The eye momentarily held a curious appearance to it as it seemed to analyze Juni. Then the eye spoke again, but what it said this time it made Juni really nervous: it spoke in a voice that she had not heard in a long time.
“You must go! Now!” The eye spoke in the voice of Van Pelt, with the exact same tone when he had told her to flee Liberty over two years ago.
Juni just stood there, rooted the spot, staring at the eye as it stared right back. After a few seconds the eye hesitated and looked away momentarily. When it looked back, however, the iris had turned yellow and the pupil had transformed into a narrow slit. It glared at her in a malicious manner.
“We’re here…” it said in a nightmarish voice that sent chills down Juni’s spine. Solid red flames shot out of the pupil and engulfed the woman, eating her alive. Juni screamed – and then woke up.
*****
“…are the Corsairs preparing to attack the colonies? Reports from Friestadt Outpost shows that the number of Corsairs in Omega-7 has increased dramatically. More on this when CNS returns.”
Trent jabbed a button on the remote and turned off the TV. “If they only knew,” he thought sadly.
Trent turned his head to look at Juni, who was still cuddled up against him, sleeping. A concerned smile tugged at the edge of edge of his lips as the image of Juni in her peaceful slumber made Trent wonder into thought. How much longer would the Order have to fight the Invaders? When would they finally be able to marry and truly be together? These thoughts weighed heavily on Trent’s mind.
From out of the corner of his eye, Trent noticed Juni’s lips twitch and pull themselves into a frown. Trent felt Juni shudder. Trent, sensing that his fiancée was experiencing a bad dream, wrapped his arm around her in an attempt to calm her down. Suddenly Juni screamed and bolted upright, ripping herself out of Trent’s grasp and giving him quite a scare.
Juni scrambled into a sitting position, her heart pounding as she frantically looked around, trying to figure out where the eye had taken her. As her eyes began to focus, however, her vision fell upon the familiar surroundings of home. Realizing this, Juni concentrated on calming herself down, as well as trying to understand what the eye had said.
“Jun’ko? Are you alright?” came Trent’s voice from behind.
“Get out…” Juni whispered softly.
“What?”
Juni was hit with a revelation. She now understood what the eye had said. She needed to get out of Liberty. She needed to leave… because they were coming… the Invaders were coming.
At that moment, about seven K away from Manhattan, the battleship Relentless suddenly came into existence.
Edited by - Steel_Fang on 8/29/2005 7:20:41 AM