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PROTECTOR Episode 25///PROTECTOR///
"What exactly are we doing on the monorail?" Kara asks.
Chris drops a metal case to the floor of the tram, the sound echoing in the underground bay. He turns to the controls, a large duffle bag on his back smacking a seat, and throws a lever to one side, causing the ancient transport system to lurch forward in activation, "We're going to the Spire."
"Why? It's just a mass grave that people occasionally go to."
"They were beginning to construct a teleportation network there. All it would take is just a little hard-wiring and alteration and it'd be up and running."
"You aren't proposing we go on one of your little 'expeditions' are you? Don't you remember how much trouble we had the last time we went along with one of your hair brained schemes?"
The wolf knocks her gently in the
PROTECTOR Episode 24///PROTECTOR///
The sky slowly rotates overhead, its azure tone dashed with waves of white as Chris drops to one knee on the roof of the Institute, his hand tracing a black rune.
A soft blue glow floods from the magical drawing then disappears, another one some distance away reacting with a solid green light.
The runes were created after the ring had risen from the planet in order to protect the students from any type of warfare or assassination.
"Ever wonder why you keep coming back to the same spot?"
The wolf doesn't respond immediately, his mind lost in thought.
Despite the changes in the world around the Institute, everything inside was the same: Flowers were still blooming in the courtyard, the walkways were still pristine, and there was still equality between students.
PROTECTOR Episode 23///PROTECTOR///
Turns on a Dime
Chris punches a button as five more ships echo across the radar, forcing the generator of the Phoenix into overdrive before pushing the throttle lever all the way forward.
A flare of light occurs to his side, another ship appearing from a teardrop and intending to ram them.
With a jerk, he pulls the Phoenix up and out of the way, finishing with a roll to one side as a spray of weapon-fire nearly impacts with the engines.
"I killed you…"
"You destroyed a shell, therefore the real me was not harmed."
He grabs Zar roughly by the steel arm of his power-armor, pulling him to a standing position.
A couple of shots strike the dirt around the two, causing Zar shout, "Don't shoot! He's under a white flag!"
PROTECTOR Episode 22///PROTECTOR///
Chris walks to the cockpit, his body slumping into the chair at the navigations terminal. Pressing a few keys, the holo-panel displays a countdown timer: the time before they are able to resurface in their own dimension.
"One hour…" He says to himself, propping his legs up to one side of the keyboard.
Within moments he is fast asleep, his torso hanging out over the side of his seat.
A sharp tug on the wolf ears protruding from his head wake him up with a start just a moment later.
"OW!" He shouts, falling out of his chair and nearly breaking his nose on the floor.
A sudden weight is placed on his back as two hands grab his ears again.
"Okay Kara… you've made your point. I won't sleep in the command center anymore so get off of me!"
PROTECTOR Episode 21///PROTECTOR///
…Close Your Hands and Make a Fist
The dark arm collides with the ground in a sickening thud.
Chris pulls himself from his leaning position against the hull, the tapered tip of large sword in his right hand touching the ground.
The single-edged weapon is as long as he is tall and, lacking a hilt, is the width of his hand at the base of the blade. The angelic and demonic runes engraved into the flats of the blade shine in the sun as he tilts his body toward the black creature, positioning his large sword so that the unsharpened side nearly rests against the side of his head.
The wolf swings the massive blade, causing a long arc of black and white flames to erupt from the very air and blaze towards the preacher.
The black creature runs directly towards the oncoming ballistic attack, leaping into the air,
PROTECTOR Episode 20///PROTECTOR///
Open Your Eyes, Open Your Mouths…
Chris looks around the room the mechanical beetle had led him to, the large holographic display shedding enough light on its own to illuminate everything.
This was the cockpit and command center of the Phoenix. The windows had been sealed to make whatever information was on the screen hovering in the air easily visible, effectively basking everything in ethereal cybernetic-blue from the many other panels littered throughout the room. Inside each one was a wealth of information; the wolf wouldn't be surprised if the ship somehow held the information of multiple planes.
His hand punches multiple keys, "Let's see exactly what time it is."
The robotic creature, shuffling across the floor with a piece of metal almost twice his size, tilts its head towards him, "What's so important about the time?"
PROTECTOR Episode 19///PROTECTOR///
Chris continues following the four legged robot as it enters one final doorway.
Chirping something in its mechanical language, it turns and illuminates a large piece of machinery with the beam of light coming from its head.
The wolf tugs on a sheet of metal, the guess revealing a mass of wires and switches, "You want me to repair this mess?"
The drone nods its head, rapidly bobbing the light from ceiling to floor.
"Fine! Fine! Just hold the light still, I can't see anything while it moves around."
An explosion rocks the ground as the building on 21st and Main falls to one side, colliding with an apartment building. The superstructure tears into glass and cement, dragging the evolved house with it to the ground.
In a matter of moments all th
PROTECTOR Episode 18///PROTECTOR///
Time's Right Hand
Zar peeks out the hole blasted in the side of the apartment on 21st and Main, his hands steadily working to reload his pistol. His head zips behind cover as a group of three ulai move past his location.
It had been three days since the message was sent.
The ulai were caught off guard by people barricading themselves inside their homes and refusing to meet with them, despite the broadcast across the entire ring.
It was because the featureless creatures could not see like other creatures, in fact they have none of the senses that the other races use. They could only see, touch, or smell by focusing their psychic energies and pick up distortions, and they had to do it consciously.
The ulai were deaf and blind to the broadcast because it was an irregularity.
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