Chapter CVIII: Regrets,
Reunions and Discoveries
~Multehx
The group ran on through the forest for a time. They had been running after
the weapon...which apparently WAS alive as it seemed to be evading their sight
in most clever tactics. Omega started to doubt if they'd ever catch
the...thing. But Scilas and Jaded seemed so deep in concentration, as if their every move counted they were so
close. C.R. seemed to be less dedicated, but he looked pretty serious as he ran
close behind the two.
The group seemed to be comprised of Jaded in the lead, Scilas
close at his side, C.R. close
behind, Omega not far behind him, and Ian was slowly losing ground. Omega
glanced back as
the human cried out, losing his footing and falling over.
The robot shook his "head" then ran back, waving the others on. He
helped the boy up.
Ian shook his head. "I'm just no use like this."
Omega frowned, putting his hand on the space where a chin would be had he one.
"Hmm...well, I don't know what to say
really."
The boy shrugged and started running again. Omega easily kept pace with him.
"I just wish I could blow the hole thing and..." he trailed off.
Omega shook his eyes (it appeared more like shaking his head). "Don't do
that. I mean, it's been covered perfectly. That multi-colored gal is the only
one who really suspects anything, and even she has nothing definite!" He
grinned. "Besides, I think the weeks without sleep are goin
to yer head, all-star!"
Ian smirked, shoving the sprinting robot who laughed in return. They continued
running along, once more determined in their task.
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Inside the old Eternalist HQ in Kazi,
a lone figure moved about the wreckage. Stray beams of light from the windows
revealed it was Nictem. He moved purposefuly,
as if he knew exactly why he was there. Down hallways, down flights of steps,
though almost bare backrooms he walked. Nothing out of the usual was there, but
he continued on.
Finally, reaching a hidden chamber with a massive, raised
altar with numerous statues of great beasts on the four corners, and a huge Eternalist symbol in the center. He walked up the
steps to the altar. Reaching the top, he extended his arms. A ball of bluish
purple fire flew from each palm and floated to the center of the altar. He
began to snicker to himself as they combined, and the room became filled with
flashing black light from a black distortion over the center design. Nictem tilted his head back, laughing deeply as bolts of
the electricity leapt over him and brought the warm touch of rejuvination to him.
A shadow appeared on the altar. It slow cleared, becoming an opaque form of
someone. Finally, it steadied it's existance,
looking to be an opaque form of someone. The figure blinked, then clenched it's glove fist and yelled. "T'LINTAH!!" it said
in the Rhenzin equivalent of the F word. "I'm
here, but whatever brought me wasn't powerful enough to bring me back entirely!
I have to wait for those incompetant numbskulls to
get the Weapon!"
Rubbing it's chin it looked up, curious to see just
who did summon him. As his eyes met Nictem, they shot
open and he glared, growling in anger. "YOU.
You little punk-@#%$ jerk!!"
Nictem smirked, folding his arms. "Nice
to see you too, your lordship." He tilted his head in mock
surprise. "But you seem to be not wholly yourself. Might something be the
matter?"
The figure growled deeper. "You know @#%$ well what is the Whyrdamn matter! You
brought me back using half the nessicary power, just
so I could be tortured by the fact!!"
Nictem chuckled sourly as the form pointed angrily at
him. Then, to his surprise, he began to hover off the ground. "What
the?-" he began before he was violently slammed into a wall. The
distortion laughed.
"I may not be totally physical, but I still have some of the old
abilities!" It laughed, smashing the Twilighter
into the other wall. "What's the matter boy, not laughing now I see!" CRASH! Nictem was
hurled upside-down into the other wall. The form laughed as it hurled him to
the floor. He skidded backwards on his front until friction caused him to stop.
He weakly looked up. His lip was cut and bleeding. "Heh...that..w..went
better...then I hoped for.."
A pair of metal reinforced brown boots, somewhat seethrough,
walked up to him before the owner flatly stated, "Shut up,
boot-licker." The boot was anything but, though something quite
solid crashed into his face as the toe of it did.
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For the first time in five years, the doors slid open. The robot walked in,
shaking his head. He rubbed the spot where a gem had been on his old arm.
"Hmm, never thought I would return to this place.."
he muttered. The professor entered, stepping over some loose derbis. He squinted. "In this dark, I can't find it.
Where is that bloody thing?"
The robot redirected his flashlight, the beam falling on a massive machine. The
professor was in awe at it. It had been created millenia
ago, but here it was, still in it's glory, looking
newer then ever, despite the years of dust on it and fallen debris that covered
its top. At last, he had found it- the mighty Infect Generation System,the IGS …