Infinity (15 page)

   
“Could you tell me what frequency they’re using so I can change it
please?” Asks a flustered Cruise.

The captain of the space police guard Bajasi and his
forces of the Twelve Galaxies Cluster surrounded the planet Togaran and laid
siege to it. He called for the surrender of the criminal pirate planet. Its
inhabitants were terrified of the assault that lay before them. They knew that
Bajasi was a merciless hunter of outlaws, and even more merciless on pirates. He
set the ultimatum for their surrender. Escape was impossible with the whole
planet being watched and guarded.

   
Hundreds of wanted criminals were rounded up and put into makeshift
prison camps to be processed. Each of the criminals was sent to their
respective planets for prosecution, or the planet where they were wanted the
most. Almost two thirds were wanted for piracy and belonged to The Subjugator’s
pirate ring. The rest were wanted for murder, armed robbery, fraud, forgery,
illegally transporting contraband items, attempted murder and more.

   
What Bajasi didn’t know was that Dvora had fled the planet with her new
crew and Mortak Rawgue, the most notorious pirate leader next to The
Subjugator. When he found out he was furious. They were long gone and could not
be tracked because Dvora made sure she had a vessel with long-range radar
disperser, and also a cloaking device. She was not only invisible, but also
unable to be detected.

   
“We made it out of there just in time,” laughs Dvora. “With you, Mortak,
who needs Subjugator?”

   
“He is my nemesis. I’ll destroy him now that he’s not surrounded by all
of his pirates,” replies Mortak Rawgue. “It will be my pleasure to see his
sorry pitiful frame crawl to me like a bug.”

   
“He’s a slithery one for sure, Mortak. But we make a good team,” replied
Dvora. “We’re both ruthless.” Mortak snickered and then burst out with a loud
laugh that even sent chills down the spine of Dvora. She began to wonder if
bringing Mortak was a good idea. She wondered what hidden meaning was behind
that hideous suspicious laugh of his. What did he have on his mind?”

   
The vessel they were in was a stolen Class B military transport and
attack vessel. A favorite of pirates all over. Black in color, it blended in
with the dark matter in space, but the cloaking device and radar disperser
ensured its stealth. They scanned for nearby vessels and came upon a prisoner
transporter heading for the Pale Oxus galaxy, one of the most remote galaxies
in the kingdom. With their military grade scanner, they could find out what
manner of being was being transported.
 

   
“I know those auras anywhere,” said Mortak Rawgue. “
Ibiza,
the evil wizard from the
Mountains
of Geshtinanna on the planet Krani and R’Darik, also known as The Warlock of
Meneng-Pou Caverns on Avalonia.”

   
“Then the report was true,”
responded Dvora. “They were captured by Daxu Korth and now they’re on their way
to be judged and prosecuted.”

   
“Well, we might need their
talents,” replies Mortak.

   
“But they were allies of
Subjugator,” Dvora contests.

   
“Believe me, they have their
price,” replies the pirate leader. “And they will serve us well for setting
them free.” Mortak Rawgue sets the rescue attempt in motion by ordering the
engineer to head straight for the military transport from Cassiopeia.
   

   
“Sir, we will be at Togaran
to pick up more prisoners at 07:00 phases,” said the chief engineer on the Frigasht.
The military transporter was redirected to assist in the transporting of prisoners
from Togaran while transporting the infamous workers of dark powers Ibiza and
R’Darik to their home planets to stand trial for their crimes.

  
At once a blinding blast seemingly
from out of nowhere hits the Frigasht knocking out its thrusters.

   
“Sir, we’ve been hit from
somewhere by someone, but there is nothing on the electromagnetic radar
detector,” says the first officer.

   
“Take defensive measures,”
replies the captain. “All shields up.”

   
But it was too little and
too late. Another blast knocks out their weapon ports and still another their
shield fragmentizer. There is no protection.

   
“Captain, only a vessel at
close range can do that much damage,” said the defense engineer. “We’re slowing
down and are entering drifting stage.”

 
  
“Unleash all evasive and counter
measures,” says the captain in desperation. Ten charges are released in all
directions, one of them hitting Dvora’s vessel, but not inflicting any damage
due to protection fro their shields.
   

   
“There on the port side,
Captain. There was a hit.”

   
“Aim all missiles at those
coordinates,” says the captain. But Dvora’s vessel had maneuvered around to the
rear of the Frigasht. All the missiles were fired except for one.

   
“We missed, Captain.” From
behind came a blast that rocked the vessel.

A guard comes into the
control room. “Captain, the wizards said that your only hope is to let them
help. Release their cuffs and they can destroy the spacecraft attacking us.”

   
“No, I can’t do that. That
would be...” Just then another blast rocks the vessel, create sparks and fire,
a piece of wall falls on the captain knocking him out.

   
“As first officer I take charge
of this vessel. Take the cuffs off of one of the prisoners. If he can help,
we’ll consider the other one, if needed.”

   
“Aye aye, sir.” Ibiza is
released. His rod is returned. He grasps it and his hands bleed. Lighting pours
forth from it finding all the crewmembers and killing them. He releases R’Darik
with a twitch of his rod and gets on the radio. “Hail, pirate ship. This is
Ibiza,
wizard from the
Mountains
of Geshtinanna on the planet Krani. Have you come to rescue us?”

   
“Hail, Ibiza. This is Mortak
Rawgue. You are welcome to board our vessel. We have work to do, brothers.”

 
  
The two vessels dock, Ibiza and
R’Darik board the Frigasht and they are of again.

 
Having been taken by force against their
will, Valenza and Kyn were furious. They argued with their captors until they
were blue in the face. Kathara and Sarita tried to calm them down, but they
would not listen to their younger sisters.

   
“I thought you loved me,
Sertis,” whined Valenza.

   
“And you, me,” pouted Kyn to
her beau Kujack.

   
“But I do love you,” said
Sertis to Valenza.

   
“And I love you, Kyn,” Said
Kujack.

   
“Then why did you kidnap us
from our mother?” Valenza and Kyn sat sulking with their arms folded.

   
“We’ve been trying to tell
you, there’s an opportunity to be reconciled with the kingdom, but your mother
doesn’t want to,” answered Sertis.

   
“Why does mother have to be
so stubborn, Valenza?” complains Kyn.

   
“Oh, I don’t know. I hope
she’s okay.”

   
Valenza and Kyn are reunited
with their sisters when they get to the Citadel. Daxu Korth has them watched
all the time, as they did not come willingly. They have to prove themselves
before he will receive them back.

   
“So where is the big feast?
Where are the gifts? Didn’t father have us brought back? Where is he?” Kyn kept
complaining to Valenza.

   
“Not so loud. We’re probably
being watched,” replied Valenza.

   
“Oh I don’t care. You know
what I think?”

   
“Oh...what is it?”

  
I think father brought us back to
lure mother here. He knows she’ll come after us. Then he’ll kill her, or send
her to a place she could never escape from.”

  
“But Kyn,” said Valenza, “Mother
could escape from anywhere now. She’s got dark powers. She’s a sorceress now.”

   
“You’re right, but we had
better shut up about it.”

   
It was already too late Daxu
Korth heard every word the girls said. His instincts where right in keeping
these two away from their sisters. As far as the king was concerned, Valenza
and Kyn were still with their mother.

   
Although they were treated and
well fed, Valenza and Kyn were virtually prisoners in the Citadel. Armed guards
stood watch around the clock. They were not allowed to go out. There was no way
to escape. Sertis and Kujack came to see them often and tried to talk to them,
have dinner with them, and spend time together. However, Valenza and Kyn’s
confidence in them were shaken. They felt betrayed and accused them of doing it
for the money. Sertis tried to convince Valenza that it wasn’t the money, but
to her it seemed complicated and she felt she could never trust him again. Kyn,
on the other hand, was in love with Kujack and listened when he tried to
explain how things were. She thought he had a lot of wisdom, and being there at
the Citadel was much better than being a fugitive with her mother. She started
to realize that if Dvora had really loved them she would not have forced them
to betray their father.

   
Finally, Valenza and Kyn
could not stand each other. All they did was argue and were always at each
other’s throats. It got so bad that one morning upon wakening, Valenza didn’t
see Kyn and went to her room. Kyn was gone. Kujack had gotten permission to
take her to a different part of the Citadel. Valenza now found her self all
alone and thought she had ruined her chances of ever being with Sertis again.
She had time to think all by herself and work things out in her mind and heart.
She cried long and hard and wished that she could see Sertis.

   
Sertis did come. Valenza was
happy to see him and he of course was happy to see her. Sertis took her away
from the Citadel to a secret mountain villa that was only known to a few. He
revealed to Valenza who he really was.

   
“I’m a one of the princes of
the southern Quewythians. I was working as a spy for the kingdom when we first
met,” he confessed. “I fell in love with you the first time I saw you and my
love has just been growing stronger. I want you to be my bride.”

   
“I...I don’t know what to
say,” replied Valenza, teary eyed.

   
“Say yes, my darling,”
whispered Sertis. She finally did, after much long and tireless persuasion by
Sertis. “You are still a princes in your father’s eyes, and you will be my
princess together with me as your prince.”

   
Valenza’s matrimony union
with Sertis proved to Daxu Korth that Valenza was contrite. As far as he was
concerned, Valenza had been exonerated of all former charges against her for
being a willing accomplice in her mother’s devious plans to kill their father
and take over the kingdom. With his daughters all married and starting new
lives with their husbands, Daxu Korth believed that the influence Dvora had
over them was broken.

   
Now Daxu Korth must deal
with the newly proclaimed sorceress. He heard the news about Dvora freeing the
prisoners on their way to judgment. All of Daxu Korth’s enemies had been freed
and most of them agreed to help her destroy The Kingdom of the Twelve Galaxies
Cluster.

   
“I have no remorse nor do I
feel guilty about anything,” she told her council of seven. “I now control and
can manipulate more power than the great magicians and wizards.”

   
Ibiza and R’Darik both
laughed. “If it’s a show of power you want, then let every one here be your
judge,” said Ibiza. As he raised his horned rod the blood flowed from his hands
and a ball of fire was created. He raised it and with his right hand threw the
fireball at Dvora. She instantly raised both hands and waved them in front of
her. To the astonishment of everyone, the fireball was quenched by water that
appeared between her and the fireball.

   
“How well will you do with
poison darts?” asks R’Darik. He raises both arms and thorn-like darts rise up
out of his skin and through his tunic. He flings them at Dvora one arm and then
the other. Dvora raises one hand and the darts stop in mid-air right in front
of her. With a flick of the wrist and a jutting of her hand the poison darts
return to R’Darik in the blink of an eye, piercing him all over. The very
poison darts that rose up out of his skin turned on him. The poison worked
instantly. The Warlock R’Darik was dead.

 
  
“Now I have a council of six.
Please give me a reason not to kill all of you traitors,” she seethed.

 
  
“I am your dedicated servant Mortak
Rawgue. I will follow you to the ends of the universe, my queen.” Mortak was
down on one knee giving featly to Dvora.

   
“Thank you, Mortak. That
touches my evil heart,” she screeched with laughter. And now you will all
behold as The Subjugator, the brother of Daxu Korth, whose real name is
Hyukitron Hoxenyth dies.”

   
The six outlaws gasped as they saw Subjugator hanging by chains on a
black X being lowered to the floor. He struggled to get free, but to no avail.
He screamed at his former companions to rise up against Dvora calling her a
wicked and evil witch, promising them riches and glory if they join him again.

  
“All you did was lead us to into a trap,” said the wizard. The others
agreed. Dvora turned to Subjugator hanging behind her, raised her hands above
her head and opened her eyes and mouth wide. A stream of snakes came pouring
out of her mouth that wrapped themselves around Subjugator’s throat, arms and
legs and waist. They tightened their grip as he writhed in agony and gasped for
air, while Dvora said all manner of evil incantations against him naming him as
the lowest of the low forms of life. After several Earth minutes, the
struggling ended. Subjugator was dead. Silence was in the air.