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Chapter Six: No Hope



Three more bodies fell in the castle walls, warm blood dribbling to the once pristine marble floor.

"There everywhere!" A captian shouted into a comm. as he fired his repeater rifle, seeking the enemy.

"There like ghosts, comming out of--" He too, fell to the red ground, and a reddish Knn removed his knife from the captians back. Then a explosion ressonated through the castle. Several more of thease green blasts

quaked the ancient city. Konitar moth bombs.

Asari lept in the air, a rapid blaster flaring as waves of Darothian warriors fell. Still, the Emperor's forces were so gravely outnumbered, it was mad. Asari slunk through the bodies she had just rended, clinging to a chipped stone wall.

"I've taken the southern gate, Tymen, now what? Over." She spoke into a microphone that twisted from her ear down to her cheek.

"Good. I'm --strrrkpt-- making my way up the gran --ssp-- aircase. See if you can get the crane opera

--zzkkkpt--use it to hit those tanks near the main pass --spkkkapa--"

"Roger." Asari nodded, and began to run in the way of the cargo cranes.

"And Dehmali--ssk--"

"Yea?"

"You don't have to do th--skkam-- you know."

"Yeah, yeah, I know."



A fledgling flame raged in the wind, fueled by the meager sticks found in the deep desert. Tymen and BlackSheep slept contently. There sleeping bags were cozy, and there's nothing like food cubes slow roasted over an open flame...

...right.

The sun was long set, and the reddish Matak and the furious blue Muar moons hung in the sky, giving the desert a sureal tint. But none were awake to experience it, except Tyio and Ducky.

Sadly, there was a wall of awkardness inbetween them, so no words passed. Until Tyio broke that, just as a westward wind took hold, sending his pitch hair into streams.

"So tell me, why did you rescue me?"

"I...didn't I already awnser this question?" Ducky pointed a finger at him, her mouth slightly open.

"Yeah," he took a bite out of a now stale, but still very chocolate, food cube, "but it was a rather sad excuse for a awnser. I want a real one." Ducky paused for a moment, gathering her feelings, then awnsered,

"What you did, at Otomayim, I thought that was very brave," Tyio had, was was just a month past to him, but nearly two decades to everyone else, traversed to the city of Otomayim to speak out aginst the pain being caused to his people, the demons, by the Carrotians. He was arrested, ofcourse, and brutalized.

"and...when they interviewed you...you sounded so...."

"Hm?" Tyio interjected.

"I don't know...I've never heard anyone sound so helpless, but you kept you're pride through it all, and never surrendered you're cause..."......

"Go on." Tyio urged.

"I tryed to ignore it, deciding it was just something on the holo-emitter I could do nothing about. But one day, two weeks ago, I got a vision...a dream. There were turtles. Blue turtles. On a perfect beach."

A pause.

"They were crying... thousands, mourning. The next day I found out they were going to execute you."

"I was certain I had to rescue you, there was something about you. And that dream.... My friends...they told me I was being a idealistic fool, and that the orbital station was so very far away. But I wouldn't listen."

Tyio smiled. This was not at all what he expected. She wasn't in it for some bounty or something. She did it because she genuinley cared, and that was a rare thing nowadays.



"Ahhh!" A Darothian died, and his body hurdled down the massive staircase. Manuevering was difficult on the thin slits of wood, and more and more Darothian and Knn soldiers were comming up, trying to stem Tymen's progress. He fired random shots down, while his true focous remained getting to the top of the insane staircase. It played even more carnage on his mind, knowing he was killing people from his very house, some, probably related to him.

His oppositon was quickly gaining, luckily he was now scrambling at the top of the flight of the stairs, and rushing into the Emperor's throne room. It was ornatley clother with sashes and ropes and gold, and stones from a thousand worlds, collected before the dark. But now all of this was scarred by battle, destroyed.

"Come any closer, and he dies!" The Emperor shouted to Tymen, having a knife pressed aginst the Duke's neck.

"Listen to him...Tymen." The Duke gasped, fearing for his life.

"I don't take any more orders from you, scum, you killed mother!" Tymen hissed, pointing his knife in the Duke's face.

"I did not!"

"You lie!"

"It doesn't matter, soon I'll be the ruler of this planet, no one will stop me!"

"And that's what you think?" The Emperor began, his accent notably sharp.

"You're force sure won't stop me."

"No, but the entire clan of Konitar can." The Duke's eyes began to widen, and his knuckles whiten with rage.

"That's right, I've had the clan wrapped around my finger. And you know what? I gave to order to have them kill you're parents!"



"Why am I here?" Tymen's thoughts echoed. He was in a strange place now. He felt a stick in his hand, a staff. But not it's texture. He was wearing gloves. And he could feel the wind tugging at his back, a cape.

The air was devoid of pollutants, a rare thing in the dark times. He could hear a gentle crashing.

The opening of his eyes came with pain. Before him he saw a great, outstreched ocean.

The waves were crashing gently, and the sand was pure white.

"Where am I?" Thinking came with pain, also.

Then he saw disturbances in the clear blue water. Out of it's serentiy popped heads. Reptilian heads on long necks. They carried hard shells, and there color was the deepest, purest blue. Thousands of them, in the perfect waters. He watched them to seven minutes. Then they opened there mouths in unison, and a great, mournful song came from them. It ate away at Tymens soul. Then, after seven more minutes, it ended, but the turtles remained, staring at Tymen.

"It is time to shed this naivety."

Tymen's head bobbed up, just as the dream faded. The fire was just a smoking ember, the other three were asleep, and the banckas lay on there sides. But the red and blue glow was gone. Training his eyes to the horizon, he saw a sliver of the sun, peaking out over a distant dune. From the shambles of cloth in his pack he pulled out a deep green, leather shirt, some brown pants and black boots, and a long, blue cloak. He had decided he would walk the desert a bit, while the others awoke. The desert stood long before him, dunes like a angry ocean frozen in time. He began walking, and after about ten minutes and traveling about a kilo, he began to hear faint disturbances in the silence. Quiet explosions, battle cries, the thumping of feet.

All faint, all distant, but all apparent. Tymen had the foresight to pack a pair of paragoggles, which he unholstiered from a compartment at his belt. After unfolding them, he pressed them to his eyes, seeing the world as percieved magnified a thousand times. Now he could see a battle being vividly told between three...no, four Knn Deathflies and there troops and a horde of warriors from some clan, he was uncertian which. He cursed under his breath as he put away the paragoggles. And then began his mad dash back to camp.



"You monster!" The Duke lost all sense of control, and lashed out madly at the Emperor. This attempt didn't last long, and the knife which the Emperor had been holding near the Duke quickly sunk into the aforementioned's neck. A eternity passed between the Emperor and the Duke, and blood marched down his neck.

"Y-you h-have nttt, defeated m-me." The Duke managed his last words, until he feel in a heap to the ground. Once he was decidedly dead, the Emperor looked up to Tymen, who had just been standing there through the whole thing.

"One would think you would like to save you're father." Tymen was silent for a moment, as the grim waters of cruelty began to flow through his for the first time.

"No...he's a traitor, and he's cursed this world by doing this..."

"You are wiser than they say, boy." Then Tymen, in a fluid motion, raised his blaster to the Emperor's head.

"But you could be accused of the same."

"Nonooo, boy, I have done nothing but help Carrotous." The Emperor shyed into a corner, now speaking like a defensless child.

"Right." Tymen said, as he cocked his blaster.

However, just before he could deliver a fatal blow to the Emperor, a explosion of blue flame rocked the Castle, sending a surprised Tymen hurtling through the Emperor's window. The Emperor was shocked, but then began to laugh at his fortune.

"Need you any more proof, of what heaven's choice is? Haahahha!"



A grim faced, ivory colored rabbit stood in the seat of his clan, the Konitar. He watched as his forces laid waste to the oncoming Knn and Daroth waves.

"Konitus, our two forward Treijem have bombed the castle, we have a path in." A squeaky voice in the dark back of the hovercraft spoke forward.

"Proceed there." The ivory furred rabbit exacted, his lips moving in careful precision.

"Yes, sir."

"Come, daughter, see what you will inherit one day." Konitus, the ivory rabbit, said, still staring onto the battlegrounds from the viewport. Out of the shadows strode a white furred rabbit, about thirteen. She wore silver armor and a red cape, with a long sword at her side.

"This, this will be your's once I am dead." He made a grand sweeping motion to the battlefield below.

The girl cringed. She hated war, and she hated this clan, she never wanted to be part of it.

"Yes, father..."



Tymen's life flashed through his eyes in a instant longer by compare than all others. He was falling...falling...falling...but then he stopped.

"Huh?" He pondered his existence, why he wasn't dead. Looking down, he found himself in Asari's arms.

"Dehmali." He sighed, smiling broadly, never before had he been happier to see her.

"Tymen." The world was lightyears away. For a moment. But then Tymen, still in Asari's arms, drew a sword.

"Tymen...?" With some dark glee, Tymen lept from Asari, and then using his sword, slashed across her face. He then tried to gut her, but Asari nimbly ducked and snatched the blade. She turned and saw Tymen, a slash across his chest, blood slowly seeping out. Where'd that come from? Weapons lost, a maddening struggle began, between them, and then it all faded away.



Rage was pent up fully in Asari. Rage at Tymen. The only person she could trust. Betrayed her, like everyone else...