Hi logandelanoche! I'm so sorry I missed your post--it looks like you made it way back at the beginning of my semester, and it was a crazy one (semester that is) so I never made it back to respond. I hope you're still around and are able to catch this update! And thanks for the compliments, they were greatly appreciated! Now, on with the update...
Stratos’ keen, eagle-like eyes spotted Tri-Klops’ Doomseeker from a mile away. As quickly as he could he threw a camouflaging tarp over the generator he had just finished installing, and then ducked beneath one himself. At least once a day—or was it night? He couldn’t tell in the dark hemisphere—Stratos was forced to go through this annoying exercise.
He heard the drone whiz by, searching for invaders in Keldor’s domain. Stratos carefully removed one of his feathers and slipped it out from beneath his tarp. Before the quill was even half-way out a blast of energy obliterated it. Looks like I’ve been spotted, he thought to himself.
Stratos leaped into the air, taking the tarp with him. He flew around the Doomseeker, wrapping it tightly in the plastic covering before it could get a good look at him. Just as quickly as he struck Stratos slammed the machine into the ground. For extra measure he pulled out his laser blaster and fired, blowing the device into oblivion.
Pulling out his communicator Stratos sent a silent alert to Man-At-Arms.
“It’s okay, Stratos, I’m in the clear,” Duncan replied a few moments later. “Is everything all right on your end?”
“I just had a run-in with one of Tri-Klops’ toys. I destroyed it, but it may have been able to transmit a warning to Snake Mountain first.”
“Have you finished installing the generator?”
“Yes, and it was the last one on my list.”
“Excellent. Ram-Man and Mekaneck have also finished with their sectors. I just installed the last reinforcer in my area, and now I’m waiting to meet-up with Shalandor and Nami.”
“Do you want company?”
“Thanks, but no. They’re emerging from the surf now. Head back to the Hall of Wisdom and join the others. I’ll meet you all back there once I have heard Shalandor’s report. Man-At-Arms out.”
Stratos checked the tarp covering the generator one last time before launching himself into the air.
Tri-Klops burst into Keldor’s throne room, carrying with him a holo-disk. “Lord Keldor, we may have a situation!”
Keldor hated it when his servants burst into his throne room and they knew it, so whatever Tri-Klops had to say must have been important. “What is it?” he growled.
“One of my Doomseekers was just destroyed in Sector 12.”
“That’s it?” Keldor replied, tapping his fingers on the side of his throne. “For all we know it was eaten by a Sand Devil! Besides, why aren’t they still out looking for that worm Modulok?”
Tri-Klops turned his visor toward the ground sheepishly. “They are still searching, Lord Keldor, but we haven’t had any luck yet.”
The wizard used his Havoc Staff to blast the warrior out of the chamber. “Get out of my sight! You disgust me.”
Evil-Lyn had witnessed the exchange from the base of the dais. “He may have a point, my darling. The Elders could be making a preemptive strike against us.”
“Doubtful,” Keldor replied. “They’re not clever enough to think ahead like that. Besides, the time to launch my final assault against the Elders has come.”
He descended the steps of his throne, and led Evil-Lyn to the secret chamber where he had incorporated the Orb of Agony into a potion.
“What is it?” she asked in disgust, raising her hand to block the noxious fumes of the blend.
Keldor pointed the Havoc Staff at the cauldron and whispered a spell too softly for Evil-Lyn to hear. The skull atop the staff began to glow with pink energy, and then a sickly, yellow-green liquid began dripping from the staff’s horns and into the vessel.
“That should be enough to finish it,” he said to himself.
Turning to face his love Keldor explained what they were looking at. “Some time back I emptied the Orb of Agony’s power source into this special concoction—made of poison pulled directly from Despondos—and allowed it to ferment. It has created a potent little brew that shall destroy the Elders once and for all!”
Keldor removed a series of empty vials from his cloak and in an instant they were filled with the liquid from the cauldron. “Soon, Eternia will be mine!”
Duncan, Shalandor, and Nami made their way into a drinking establishment not far from the beach. Man-At-Arms was struck by the Mer-Woman’s beauty, with her sparkling green scales and long orange hair.
She smiled at him coquettishly. “You’ve changed your appearance quite a bit since our initial meeting,” she said.
Duncan quirked his eyebrows, but then realized what she was talking about. He ran his fingers through the scraggly beard that had grown around his face. “Yes, well, living in a desert for ten months will do that to a man.”
The trio grew silent as their drinks were delivered by a seedy looking server. Once the man was gone Shalandor began his report. “We sent word to you because we have finished our part of the mission.”
“How is that possible?” Duncan asked, choking on the blue liquid he was partaking of. “We just finished our piece and you had so much more territory to cover!”
Nami leaned in to whisper the answer. “Your enemy has kept ours quite busy. The more time Mer-Man spends on the surface the weaker his grip on the seas becomes.”
“We’ve been able to move about quite freely,” Shalandor continued. “The creatures of the ocean have also aided us—placing and protecting the generators and reinforcers at the given intervals.”
“And you’re sure everything is wired properly?” Duncan asked. “We can’t risk a potential weak spot in the wall.”
Shalandor took a deep drag of his drink—a thick green liquid, topped by a layer of algae. “Yes,” he answered resolutely. “And your Fleet Admiral’s most trusted men have made several dives to check for themselves.”
“That’s wonderful news,” Duncan replied.
All conversation stopped as the server returned. “Are you three getting anything else?”
“No, thank you,” Nami replied sweetly.
“Then pay-up and get out,” the man snarled. “I’ve been watching your lot, and I don’t like the looks of all the whispering you’re doing.”
Duncan and Shalandor started to protest but Nami placed a hand on both of theirs. “We will pay as soon as we are done with our drinks,” she replied calmly, “and then we will be on our way.”
The server waited another moment before grunting and stomping away.
A few minutes later, they had emerged from the establishment. Duncan walked his underwater allies toward the surf. “I’m not sure when the Elders are going to order the activation of the wall. You should clear the affected areas as quickly and quietly as possible.”
Shalandor and Nami nodded before disappearing into the green water once more...