They wound about staircases, walked up ramps and jumped into elevators. The men finally stopped in front of a bright white door. One of them stepped forward. Patches of the wall around the door opened up and lasers shone out the gaps, jointly scanning his body.
“Identity confirmed,” a mechanical male voice said. The door slid open and the men urged Taylor to head inside. The inner walls of the room were colored snow white. Though they had a serene look, Taylor could not help looking at them in a ghastly aspect. The walls seemed to be crying to her, begging her to leave. She dismissed the weird thoughts from her mind.
Now wasn't the time to be talking to walls, she thought.
She noticed that the place was in fact a lab. Hundreds of test tubes lay upright on tables or scattered on the floor. Flamboyant colors of liquid flowed in glass pipes that went from beaker to beaker, turning to gas in one, and condensing to liquid in another. A man muttered to himself at the corner of the room. Taylor glanced at him. She hadn’t remembered seeing him with these men. He was someone new. She wondered if this was the ‘leader’ they had been talking about.
The man had flowing silver hair pulled back. His hair was ridiculously long, reaching down to his knees. His tall stature was draped in a white lab coat that hung to his shins. He heard them come in and turned towards them. A shriek of fear escaped Taylor’s lips. The man’s eyes were an evil red! With his red eyes and silver hair, the man looked like an incarnation of the devil.
“Well, hello there,” he said, his voice low and mystical, his words making her feel like she was being sucked into an abyss.
Ruby growled protectively, her restrained talons scraping the floor with harsh sound.
“Oh-ho, what have we here?” he ran over to Ruby. “I haven’t seen a Griffin in ages!”
Ruby unfolded her wings and flapped them, sending a huge gust of wind that threw the man back and pinned him to the wall.
“Feisty isn’t she?” he said.
“This guy is your leader?” Taylor asked the men. She didn't know anything about the hierarchy of ranks on this ship, but this guy was clearly couldn’t be a leader.
“Dr.D has been leading us for a long time,” one of the men said.
“What’s wrong with him?” she asked.
“He’s might be crazy.”
Taylor’s day was looking brighter already. One of the men helped Dr.D up back onto his feet.
“Thank you,” he dusted himself. “You may all leave now,” he waved at all the men. Before Taylor realized it, the men had left the room, and the door had been locked firmly.
Oh yeah, she was also stuck in there with a mad scientist.
She tried not to panic, “How about explaining why I was brought here?” she asked.
Dr.D sat down on his chair, “You see, I was the one who ordered the ship to use the phase beam,” he coolly twirled an empty test tube in his fingers. “It was pretty easy to see you had evacuated the ship so I made the men create fissures in the vent and rat you out.”
Taylor clenched her palm into a fist.
“My, such anger. All I wanted to do was examine you,” he said.
“Examine what?”
“Why, a Dark Knight of course!” he exclaimed.
Taylor stepped back. Not everyone could recognize a Dark Knight right off the bat, and the ones that did were the ones she never wanted to.
Dr.D smiled at her. “The Dark Knights have always had a high affinity to using their life energy and creating physically enhancing techniques,” he said. “I believe the secret to your power infusion lies in your brain.”
Taylor glanced around the room. Her mind working like clockwork.
Dr.D stood up, “I hope you won’t mind me examining you,” he said. “Very closely” and with that the man swooped by Taylor and punched her in the stomach. Taylor felt herself slide to the ground. Her vision blurry, her lungs breathless. She was helpless, knocked down, and in front of her was a madman.
Oh joy.
***
“Hi, Jade,” Q said. “Boy, am I glad to see you again. I thought you had left this place for good.”
“Windalf tried to take me along with him,” the griffin said. “But it was easy to give him the slip.”
“Well, it’s awesome that you’re here.”
“So where do we go now?” Burke asked. “We can’t waste any time in finding the Lambda Driver.”
“This is where I come in,” Jade said. “Get on,” he lowered one of his wings to the ground, and Q and Burke climbed onto his back using the makeshift ramp.
“So where are we goi – aaah!” Q yelled out as Jade surged at top speed. He flew from the cave, into the ocean and out of the surface. In seconds, the endless ocean vanished and the cold darkness of space welcomed them.
“I’ll ask you again, Q said. “Where are we goi – ahh!” he screamed as Jade powered into a speedy ‘space flight’ mode.
“It’s not funny,” Q complained. “You keep interrupting me.”
“Those interruptions were not because of sudden speed bursts,” Jade said. “But because of teleportation.”
“What?” they asked. They hadn't noticed any teleportation occurring at all.
Griffins can teleport? Q wondered.
“Look there,” Jade thrust his head to his left.
A few thousand miles away Q saw a small planet. For some reason the planet seemed to look familiar to him. Its misty pinkish fog made the place look like it would be right at home for Dracula. A feeling of deja vu struck him. He had had this thought before, and then it dawned on him. His eyes widened, his face both excited and curious at the same time. He knew what he was looking at. “That’s Zygrade!” he yelled.
“Of course, this isn’t the Zygrade you know,” Jade said. “This is the Zygrade in the Anti-verse.”
“Amazing,” mumbled Burke. He took out a notebook and wrote down something.
“What’re you writing?” Q leaned in towards him.
“I’m recording my observations,” he said. “Information about the Anti-verse would be very useful to me.”
These scientists, he chuckled.
“Anyway,” he turned to Jade. “Why exactly are we going to Zygrade to find the Lambda Driver?”
“I read Windalf’s mind before he was teleported. I was able to piece together that there is something on Zygrade that has a vital connection to the Lambda Driver. It is our only lead thus far.”
“Fair enough,” Q said. What Jade had said seemed like a pretty good lead to follow, so he had no issues with it.
A few moments later the great griffin sunk down towards the Zygrade’s pink, misty clouds.
“Hey Jade?” He asked. “What are we going to do about Aliea’s security system? “
It was too late. A huge missile slammed into Jade’s wings and exploded. Q covered his face with his hands, expecting the worst but when he removed them he noticed that he was still flying, unharmed.
“Umm, what happened?” he asked Jade, who was flying peacefully, deeper into the clouds.
A sphere of green flickered around them, “I can create shields as well,” Jade said.
“Griffins can do that?”
“We usually cannot. I am an exception.”
Another missile hurtled towards them. Jade effortlessly kept up the shield. He so confident that the missile wouldn't break through that he didn't even glance at it. The missile exploded with a deafening blast, but that was all it did. Nothing else. It was like watching a fireworks display, loads of explosion and smoke, but not a single injury.
Burke crawled up to Q. “It may be a stupid question but why aren’t we just avoiding the missiles.”
“I guess staying with Windalf for so long made his mind go all wrong,” he chuckled.
“Then unwrong it.”
Q looked at Burke, whose face was red with embarrassment.
“Sorry, slip of tongue,” he said. “Just make him take us down to the surface. These explosions are making me nervous.”
Q leaned forward on the base of the Griffin’s neck. “Jade, how about you take us down?” he asked.
The griffin nodded and plummeted into a dive. His talons retracted and his wings folded up. Right now they were two guys and a half-lion, half-hawk plummeting to the ground.
“Eagle,” Jade said.
“What?”
“I’m a half-lion half-eagle. Not hawk.”
“You can read minds as well?” Q asked
“All Griffins can read minds,” he said.
I’m an idiot for not remembering that, he thought, recalling the mind-reading trouble he had faced with Ruby.
“You’re definitely an idiot,” Jade said.
The griffin swayed up, transiting from the sharp dive into a gliding descent. The clouds below them parted, revealing land a few yards below.
“Look there,” Q pointed into the mist. Two blobs of light slowly became larger and larger. Something was coming towards them. Missiles.
“I can take care of those missiles,” Jade said.
“That isn’t what I’m most worried about,” he said. “There is a force field around the academy. It’ll be impossible to get in through that.”
Jade started laughing loudly. Q was bewildered. Was his statement that funny?
“You amuse me Wielder of Light,” he said. “The Anti-verse may have many similarities to your world but it is not an exact copy. There are differences.”
The missiles hit Jade. The shield blocked them as before, but something was wrong this time. The explosion seemed more intense. Jade wobbled, the great griffin trembling in the shade of that impact. His wings went limp and they rocketed to the ground
Jade didn't slow down a bit, and rammed into the ground hard. Q was tossed up like a Sunday-morning pancake and thrown down like the egg.
“Uhh,” he rubbed his head as he got up.
Burke lay there on the ground, mumbling something about doughnuts. Jade lay next to him, his wings stiff and wounded. He was conscious but barely.
Q ran up to him. “Are you okay?”
The griffin tried to stand up but fell back to the ground immediately.
“You’re hurt, you have to rest,” he said.
“The Academy. They can help us.”
“What do you expect me to tell them? ‘Come on outside guys! I need to help my friends’? We all know there’s nothing more trustworthy than a stranger calling you out to help his injured friends.”
“Spare me the sarcasm. I can only guide you to the academy. The rest is in your hands. Straight north from here is an underground path. It is a one way route into Aliea.”
“Stay put Jade. I’ll be back,” Q said.
“Remember, whatever you do, do not…”
“Yeah?” Q waited for a reply but got none.
Jade had finally fallen unconscious. It had obviously taken him quite a bit of willpower to stay conscious in the first place, but this put Q in a fix. Now he wouldn't know what he wasn't supposed to do. All he knew was it wasn't ‘Don’t use the fire sauce at taco-bell’.
He cast a shield over the two using the little life energy he had left.
“That should last them a few hours,” he turned to the mist in front of him. “Go north. Get help from people who don't know you. Piece of cake,” he ran into the mist.
***
Q ran blindly into the mist. The only instinct he was following was his sense of direction. Then he realized something. He had his Q-maps and yet he wasn't using them. Pretty stupid right? He activated his power, and colorful images flowed through. He pulled an image from the ‘Aliea’ archives. He loved calling them Archives. Archives sounded like a much cooler version of maps.
His mind analyzed the landscape and the terrain he saw, memorizing the paths he could take.
When he was done, he ran through the mist. He was still blinded by the unwavering fog but his Q-maps were giving him a sort of ‘superior’ vision. Technically he could call it X-ray vision but he was going to let Superman have that one.
It hardly took him a few seconds to get out of the mist. He hadn’t really tried to imagine what lay outside the mist, but what he saw before him now definitely surprised him.
A plain, rocky desert.
Zygrade doesn’t have deserts, he recalled. He pressed down on the ground with his feet, “Stable landscape.”
He took his first step, only for the ground around him to collapse and give away. The next thing he knew he was lying down inside some sort of underground tunnel. He looked up. The opening to the surface had been completely blocked.
Can't say I didn't see that coming, he thought. The tunnel slowly filled up with bright white light. He felt a small tap on his shoulder. He turned around, to get the fright of his life.
A hooded man stood in front of him, a large staff in his hand. A bright sphere of light glowed at the top of his staff. That, along with his black robes, made him look like a video-game mage.
Now Q had the irritating job of figuring out if he should attack or be friends with this hooded figure. The guy had tapped him on the shoulder rather than throw him to the ground, which most of the opponents he had faced before had voted to be their number one ‘hello’ gesture. The figure walked ahead, gesturing for Q to follow. He obliged without much pondering, mainly because he had no other option, plus hooded figures were cool.
After a few minutes of walking they stopped and the figure gestured to the roof of the tunnel. Q saw that a ladder rose up from the ground to an open hatch in the roof. The light in the tunnel vanished and Q realized the hooded figure had disappeared.
Mysterious fellow, he thought.
Luckily for him, he had seen the ladder for long enough to have a general sense of where it was. He latched onto the bars and lifted himself up.
Aliea is right up there, he thought. Thinking of that made him miss his friends a bit. He missed his peaceful life. Okay, his life wasn't peaceful. He missed his ‘peacefulller’ life. He climbed up onto the surface and dusted himself.
He glanced ahead of him. “Aww snap,” he said, “so much for a ‘peacefuller’ life.”
Around him stood about a hundred hooded figures.
“You guys didn’t have to give me a welcome party,” Q smiled.
“I will slit his tongue,” one of the hooded figures slid forwards, clearly not appreciating his sense of ‘completely not understanding the situation’, also known as humor. Q looked at the figure and panicked for a second. It was floating half a foot in the air.
The Elementa of Wind, he realized. He tried to draw some information from his brain. Who were these people? What did they want? He had never seen anything like this back at his Aliea.
Lightning streaked across the sky, distracting Q for a second. It was only then that he looked around him. He’d spent so much time worrying about the Hoods – that’s what he called them, Hoods – that he hadn’t paid attention to his surroundings. The sky was completely black, occasionally illuminated by streaks of lightning. The buildings around him were all…. demolished. Smoke and dust rose from every single one, sifting down to the streets that were filled with broken rocks and sand. Something big had happened here. Something destructive. The place didn’t even look like Aliea academy. Not a bit.
Is this even the right place? he thought.
The Hoods cornered him.
“Who sent you?”
“Where are you from?”
“Well…” Q searched for an answer. “I need your help. My friends are in trouble. We were all taken down by a missile attack.”
The Hoods fell silent. Q used the silence and told them the entire story. “It was a crazy sight,” he said. “Missiles came out of nowhere and exploded. Our griffin injured himself and we all crashed.”
The Hoods chattered among themselves in quiet whispers.
“What if he is lying?”
“We must help the poor boy.”
“Silence!” said a single dominant voice, a girl no doubt. “We will go
with the stranger and help him,” then she turned towards him, “but if he is lying, we will chop him up then and there.”
Q felt a shiver down his spine. That was a pretty harsh thing to say, even for a Hood, which was Q’s singular form of ‘Hoods’ by the way.
The girl slid up to Q, “Lead us stranger,” she said.
“Umm, and who exactly am I talking to?” Q asked.
The girl opened up her hood. Her face had a milky white complexion. Her blond hair hung in loose curls around her shoulder, and her electric blue eyes stared at Q.
“Taylor. Taylor Quasar. Pleased to make your acquaintance.”
***
3-2
“Stop pushing me,” Kai whispered as he scurried along the silent corridors of the mothership. He and Trisha had finally begun their infiltration mission.
“We need to get to the main control room quickly,” Trisha said. “And we can't do that if you stop every five seconds to check for guards. There’s a lesser chance of us getting caught if you stop that suspicious behavior of yours.”
Kai sighed, “Fine, I’ll stop.”
“Just go according to plan and we’ll be fine,” she said. “You’re going to get into the main control room, plug into the computer and hack into it while I stand guard.”
“And how long do I have?”
“The main computer will activate the ship’s alarms in around five minutes.”
He walked carefully towards the main elevator, with Trisha right behind him. None of the guards seemed to be around. Trisha had been right about the guards’ shifts changing at this time.
The silence, though, seemed threatening. Kai felt as though the whole ship actually knew about his plans, and they were lying in wait to catch him red-handed. He calmed down only when his eyes met the cold, metal doors of the elevator.
He turned to Trisha and stretched out his hand, “Your ID,” he said.
Apparently only a few people had access to the main control room and luckily for him, Trisha was one of them. She fished inside her pocket and handed the card to Kai. He swiped the small plastic rectangle on the elevator identification system.
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