Alrightie, here it is.

This chapter, I have decided(after much deliberation), will contain the lyrics of

a song to highten the emotion, like they

do in movies.

It's a horrible song, by a horrible band,

I know, but it's the only one I could find

that fit.



Chapter Twelve: Waste



Night carresed the broken world of Carrotous like a blanket. The worries of the day washed away as the sun died. Peace...

but not for one hapless soul.



Like shards of glass, bolts of energy singed along the hull of the Albatross, as Tyio wove it through the night torward Akael. He recalled all the time he spent there. His birth, his being whisked away to the training camp at a age of two. His non-stop, brutal training until the age of fifteen. That's when he proved his prowess in the Battle campaign of Ort'Nanak, and became a warrior. At the battle of Anguish Lagoon, he proved his valor, and was upgraded to Commander. He lead his battalion through countless battles aginst the Carrotians. Then came the Cold War. When his weak brother, C'matt, failed to lead the defensive battalion around Akael properly, the Carrotians overran the city, and subsiquently conquered the fledgling empire living encased in enemies. His people where oppressed constantly by the Carrotians, for four years. During this time he wandered Carrotous, searching for awnsers, he found none. When the Carrotians began to torturously murder his people, he lashed out at the town of Otomayim. This time, with words. He had, then, had the idea sparked in his mind about the truth of things. But it was quickly asundered when he was captured by Carrotian soldiers, interrogated over and over, then moved to the orbital stations where he was slated for a painful death by depressurization.



His people, would rightly, celebrate him as a hero, since they, undoubtedly, were no longer under occupation by the hideously weak empire. He then noticed, he was flying over water. It must have been that, when the atmosphere became so hot, the icecaps melted, and the Bourn expanded to include Akael.

No matter, that would make it all the more strategically strong!

"At last..." Joy filled Tyio, as his ship flew into the city.

But, looking around, he saw all the tall buildings, pround monuments to Akaelian thinking, were shattered, broken and collapsed or hollowed out. No lights, no people...nothing.

Tyio would accept it, he couldn't. He couldn't accept...everyone he knew was dead.

"Claimed by the sea..." Amid the concofony of steel and wire and rope that lay mangled as the gravemarker of Akael, floated some, wafting object.

In the dead silence of the moment, Tyio flew the Albatross over to it. He found it was a very old, dried piece of paper. At the last possible moment, he snatched it, brining it inside, reading the faded letters on the brittle

parchment. It read,

'Go now, bravely,

if you are an enemy

you will never be trusted

but you're enemies will have rusted

a brave song sung never, you must

and cast you're lot in those you cannot trust.'

--Tyio Nuradan



Horror filled Tyio to the brim, to the point where he had to remind himself to breath.

He had never written this, he wasn't any sort of poet. But there it was, in his handwriting, with his first name and last...

"My God...what does this mean?" His revere was interrupted, as the Knn fighters caught up with him.

"Blast them!" He took up the flight stick again, but he continued to run the words through his head. All

of a sudden, the meaning struck him. He had to go back, to Ducky, and Tymen, and BlackSheep and Seraph...

"...and cast you're lot in those you cannot trust." He had not been much of a believer before, but a message, from himself? It must be some intervention...

The Albatross flew up, torwards space.



In the cramped, confined quarters of Asari's home in subspace, she reviewed the next attack on Tymen.

"Simple, head him off in orbit around Mosshia. I'm certian they'll figure out to go there, what with the piece of the map Tyio found, and the skillful map-readers they will meet on various worlds... Once I take care of there ship, I can just leave, that idiot Demon won't know where to go without them." She laughed at the god she could play, knowing the past.

"And once I kill you, Tymen, then my revenge will be complete..." She remembered those precious few days

after she met Tymen. Did he remember them now, or had he drowned that personality too entirely?

// I'm looking at my watch//

All her life, atleast, most of all she could remember, she had been hunting Tymen,

// At all the time that's been stolen//

All that time, stolen, by his lies and deceit, by the horrid politics of a dying world.

// While I was carrying you//

A thousand times, over and over, had she tried to stop him from doing what she knew he would do.

// It seems I've tripped and I've fallen//

A thousand faliures. But this time, only victory awaited, in this, special universe, haunted by evil.

// Don't want no one to ache//

Why had this happened, this twisted mixture of death and pain Asari had made her life out of...it was not her intent, though it was completely too late now.

// Oh, to be drunk and forgetful//

She hated him! What he had done to her! She wished it would fall into obscurity, into Forget, Limbo...the depths of Hell! She didn't care...

// To get out of this unscathed//

It was a impossibility to survive this perfectly, why, her soul was already damaged beyond repair. Because of that...that demon!

// Oh, to be free and inhuman//

Escape was not an option, but to be free from all this would be bliss. But bliss was not allowed for the Acursed...acursed by the lies of Tymen, by the game of blood she played on reality.

// Some may say, I love, to play//

The game she played on reality, for it was all a game, as anyone who has been to the netherworld can tell you.

Just a never-ending cycle of hatred, that would always repeat itself.

// When the chance is there to take//

Asari wanted to die, to be freed from this insanity. She could die, once she killed Tymen, for her revenge could be complete. And that would be the final loving gift he gives her, the ability to die.

// I'm mopping up the floor//

A romantic degree, a hateful right of blood, whatever it may be. Once Tymen dies, Asari too, can die, a thing she wanted more than anything, to escape from the game of life.*To enter into entenity, the Beyond.

// the messy recipies of romance//

It would be the most wonderous gift anyone could give her, and she did truly love Tymen for that. But she couldn't be freed, until he did die, and all things were complete.

// I'm packing up the parts for many cooks in the kitchen//

What blind fool had made up the laws of the afterlife? All things in moderation, it must be, that is the key to redemption, and infinity, that is the only way all parts can be picked up and rebuilt. Or so Asari thought she heard someone say...

// Some, may say I love to let a good thing go to waste//

Her soul had gone to waste, her life, and it was impossible to heal. But if she could be reborn, she could be freed...atlast...

// I let it go to waste!

Let a good thing go to waste a good thing go to waste,

Let a good thing go to waste a good thing go to wate,

I'm looking at my watch,

at all the time that's been stolen

When I was carrying you,

Seems I've slipped and I've fallen.//

Freedom was so close, and Asari had but Tymen to thank. For that, she loved him.

The whole crew of the Penultimate stood poised, ready to fly ahead as soon as the shuttle began it's trek."Okay, everyone, get ready, any mo--" Seraph was cut short, as she saw all the Knn ships run from the posts, torwards another fighter...

No, it couldn't be, but that was the Albatross.

"Impossible...oh well, Juiso! Fly ahead at top speed, and then Hyperspace away the moment were far enough away from Carrotous!" Seraph ordered to the current pilot, Juiso.

"Wait...that's Tyio's fighter!" Ducky shouted, looking out the cockpit.

"We don't have time, he's doing a brave thing, allowing us to get past, we can't let that go in vain!"

Ducky, bravely, walked down the dead silent halls, torwards the aft.

"Where are you going?" Seraph asked, snapping slightly.

"To save him in a EVA."

"You can't do that, I need you here!" Seraph stormed back after her.

"Sorry, captian." Ducky retorted as she climbed down into the hangar area.