Chapter XIV - What's the Magic Woid? ~Multehx

CR looked about to the people in the engine. He knew they were powerful, but would they help be a deciding force in the war against Havering's plans. And besides that, he knew one of them couldn't fight. He glanced to Ian, looking sadly as the young man worked on fixing some of the tubing in the cabin's AC system.

“If only…" he thought, then jerked his attention back to the present.

Apparently, their latest additions, the two Yoshies, had a weak stomach, and one had vomited on the carpeting of the passenger car. Ian was begrudgingly getting the bucket and mop.

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At the table, sat twelve Twilighters, ranging in skin tones and ages. The oldest, the "leader" it seemed, called for order then folded his hands in thought, resting his elbows on the table.

"Gentlemen, how is progress for our 'Competition'?"

A younger, red skinned Twilighter with golden eyes chuckled before replying, "Doing sadly, sir. They're still 'rallying the troops' as folks say."

The older demon nodded, closing his eyes.

"How about weapon-wise. Where are they in the scheme of the creation's weapons and the weapon?"

Golden eyes half chortled, "They don't even know where to begin!"

The leader snickered for a moment, as did the other members. He quickly returned to his "thought mode" and glanced to a middle aged, blue skinned demon on the left-hand side of the meeting table.

"How are we doing then?"

"Well, sir, we've been progressing rather swiftly, and have the known location of the being able to reveal to us the first location."

The leader sat back and smiled evilly. "Splendid, splendid. Whereabouts is this person?"

Until that moment, the thirteenth member of the group had leaned motionless on the wall. He then looked up, his eye sockets changing from empty blackness to a green glow.

"Lord, I know that one."

The aged creature waved a hand. "Then do tell us! We're losing ground by the second. Speak man, speak!"

The figure raised his right leg and rested the boot against the wall. His eyes once more went black; a sign he had closed them in thought.

"Quite simple sir, the location would be-" he stopped, then grinned. "Since our foes have the Rip Watcher among them, who's probably listening in at every word, I shall say it in the language of our group. One even he does not know!"

The leader chuckled again and waited. The shadowy member raised his head and said what sounded like a few very odd and very foreign words. The leader nodded, then looked back to the table members.

"Then, gentlemen, one of you must go, and find out from this person the information we need…"

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CR cursed, removing his hand from his head. The people in the passenger car all looked over at him. Several had inquiring looks.

"What is it?" Ratch asked, speaking for the first time since he returned to the train.

It was probably the first time he actually showed himself to the passengers that trip. Whether they recognized him, or not, he was not about to ruin this little charade.

Turning his attention back to the present, he awaited CR's response. The Rip Watcher put his hand on his chin, thinking hard.

"Before I lost connection with seeing the group we are fighting against, they said they knew the location of the one who knows where one of the weapons is..."

Kenzo waved a hand impatiently. "Well, tell us! What did they say?"

CR frowned.

"That's the thing that gets me. They said it in some remote language. Since I've been speaking Rhenzin so long, I have forgotten many tongues, and this sounds familiar but doesn't quite ring a bell. Before I lost mental connection, one of them said, Thevos Nich Revach Tae Tolongo Twut."

Kenzo frowned. So did Ratch and Scilas, who were seated on one of the three couches, arranged in a “U” shape in the car.

"Damn, that makes no sense. Thevos Nich Recach what something else wha'??"

Ratch shook his head. CR shrugged.

"I dunno. I don't get it either. But, it sounds darn familiar…"

Ian had finished mopping up and was putting the mop and bucket in the storage closet.

Why not see if any of our members has a clue about it?"

CR looked over, nodding slowly. "That's a good plan! Better than nothing anyway…"

A bit later, it was certain Omega was clueless as to what it meant. In fact, it turned out none of the original crew knew what it meant. Perhaps one of the other crew members would, CR thought…