It was on this day, one year ago, that I wrote the beggining of Sureal: The Quest of

The Carrotous Emerald.

It opened a new dimension to War Taverning,

atleast for me. It changed the War Taverns

face, and it's legend will never die.

Now, the Fifth sequel to that first tale comes to you, behold it's glory. And enjoy...

Sureal V

Apokallyipsis: Dream of the Blue Turtles

by Kovu Aka Alec

Co-authored by: Ducky and BlackSheep









Part One: Voyage of The Beagle



Chapter One: Doomed and Rescued



Carrotous hung perilously in the eternal night. A swirling mass of green and blue, white and beige. A beautiful world. A beatiful world, about to be marred. Hopping out of a vertice of a single atom, a bird shaped warship slows from HyperSpace.

"Warning, power centerfuge disturbed, warning..." the computer's high pitched voice shreiked as a sleek, black ship ripped across the surface of the warship. It, itself, had two forward, weapon/engine prongs and a single pilot/power/computer pod in the back. It was a asassin's ship, for the pilot was a asassin. The nimble fighter dodged blaster fire and poured it's own into the turrets that resisted it. It had to suceed.

The warship was a Kournan Type-S, called 'The Valkrieye.' It was from the planet Knn. And it was fitted with a deadly weapon.

The fighter, speeding across the redish black hull, was scanning for a thinner portion of the hull, a glass window, something weak. Then, the pilot spied it. A glass upwelling, to the right, pretty far off course. So now they wheeled the ship around to face it, allowing the turrets to train there barrels onto it. Then, as the V shaped plane cut through the void, orbs of energy smashed into it from all sides, dotting the armor. It would matter not, soon. Having arrived at the half-sphere, the pilot plowed into it, the translucent alluminum shattering in a million shards into the void.

On the vice end of 'The Valkrieye', away from the thrusting of the engines, the poingiant head was bombarded by lines of laser fire, exploding with chunks of molten steel on it's point. Thease were delivered by several orbital Carrotian stations. And on one of thease, other things unfolded.

Rabbits, dressed in full combat armor, hustled down the polished white halls, whilst the power core hummed and hiccuped under the drain from the lasers. Circuitry burst in electricity and corridors filled with fire. A perfectly chaotic time. A perfectly chaotic time for rabbit behind a dusty, old ventalation grate installed in the ceiling, the greyish white rabbit leaped. Short of stature, she had shiny black hair that fell about her waist, and grey green eyes. She held, tight as anything, a wooden staff with a curious stone at the top.

"Prison Sector A, Cell 31." She said to her self, walking up to a tightly shut door. In a slow, methodical motion, she stuck the stoned end of the staff in the door, and it began to melt in blue flame. Soon the entire obstacle was incinerated, opening to a totally dark room.

"Who are you?"

"I'm here to rescue you."

At the 'beak' of the birdlike warship was a intrincicate shaft, green at the core and covered in silver patterns, entrapping the shaft like vines. And it was welling with energy. Fueled by a single artifact by someone simply known as 'The Demon.' In the bridge of the Valkrieye, he stood, covered in a coarse brown cloak, with green eyes piercing out of a otherwise obscured face. An underling, dressed in a blue suit resembling a eighteenith century Englishman, approached him.

"Sir... there has been a security break..."

"I know, allow them to pass, unobscured, to me."

"But my Lord." A unusuable awnser deserved just as unwitty a question.

"Do as I say."

A rabbit with bloodred fur and shoulderlength black hair, and sharpened brown eyes, hurried down the white halls. He was following the grey rabbit, who had freed him from his cell.

"So, who might you be?" He questioned, panting, as they arrived at a large, steel door, with the grey rabbit frantically hacking into the keycode.

"My name is Ducky, Greyrabbit." She said as the door slid open.

"Hi, I'm..."

"Tyio, demon, I know."

Wearing black pants and robe, with black gloves and boots, a black cape and a similairly colored scarf obscuring the assasin pilots face, she scurried down the passages, curiously with no resistance as she

traveled down the long, main path. The assasin grinned as cells began to appear in the walls. With there arms reaching through the bars of there prisons in a most pathetic matter, innocent Knn who had refused The Demon's rule, clothed in rags and starved, there stood. She grinned wider still, taking in the scene.

"Help us!" They moaned.

"We've done nothing wrong!" They contended.

"Don't worry, I'll free you." She unholstered a blaster, taking aim to the locks on the cells.

"May God have mercy on your soul." They prayed for her, thankful for there release. However, at the last moment the aim of her blaster left the lock and landed to the prisoners themselves.

CHPWOW!

Two prisoners fell in there cells, killed by the assasins blasts, as she trained her gun on another.

CHKAKAKA--

Still more fell, as they attempted to hide in the corners, guard themselves, or merely beg for mercy.

KAKAKAKAKA--

The assasin, with dark pleasure, laughed a deep, belly laugh, as blood sprayed in the cells.

KAKAKAKAKAAASHH!

Her job done and a clip spent, she reholstiered her gun an ran on.

At her side was a silvery sword, which she now reached for as the final barrier peeled away, revealing the bridge of the gigantic and enigmatic ship.

"You've arrived." The Demon said, turning to look up at the pilot, who arrived from a door atop a balcony. She snarled in return and leaped from the height, drawing the sword, and from her hilt sprang a amorphous, crackling web of green energy. And The Demon drew a sword several inches longer and wider, with a blue aura surrounding it. And the two clashed, there weapons, or rather the energies entwining around them, crackled with beautiful fury, bolts of energy ramming into the various equipment, causing fantastic eruptions.

Waves of tiny red sparks flew from a machine blaster held by Ducky, clearing out the resistance in the flight

deck. After the small number of remaining soldiers were felled, she quickly decided on a escape ship, choosing a well armored transport.

"That one." She headed to it, with Tyio in close persuit.

A officer called out to the cloaked one, as they continued to clash, laying waste to most of the room.

"Lord, the blast is ready."

"Fire it then, fool!"

"No! Curse you!" The assasin shouted, trying to stop the minion from activating the device and lopping off his head in the process.

"Too late." The Demon grinned, and pressed a remote detonator hidden in his pocket.

And, in respone to that, the appendage at the front of the warship, light brightly, and then, after a slow, deep hum, fired a swirling beam of energy torward the planet. It swirled and collapsed and was reborn in a chaotic approach to the atmosphere.

And then it hit.