| Author | Comment | Seveni
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(2/8/01 9:40:34 am)
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This is Seven, from the Ramada in CA... only can get on for a few minutes, long enough to see this fic but I can't reply or update to others!  Wonderful, Jeanne! *has to scoot*
| Yvory 
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(2/9/01 8:46:14 am)
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Hi!
Sorry for repyling late, but I was so busy the last week. I can hardly wait for the next part. Your english has much improved, you know!
I hope, you don't play with the possibility to let Zo'or die! Don't you dare . Your best story.
Kiwi
| Kelana
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(2/9/01 3:34:48 pm)
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Hi,
So beautiful!! Please, I want a happy ending 
| newsyd
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(2/10/01 1:22:50 am)
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joli, bravo!
Belle histoire et tout et tout...
| Jehanne
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(2/11/01 11:20:17 am)
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XIV – Answers
Liam fell on his kness first, then he collapsed completly on the ground, his hands covering his face. He did not know how much time he stayed there, like this, curled in a fœtal position, his arms around his legs. He wanted not to cry. He was tired to cry. Cry would not bring back Siobhan, or Lili, or Ha’gel.
He needed to do something. During all his life, since his very first day on this planet, he had trusted in fate. But now, fate had betrayed him. He could not trust it anymore. For the first time in his, relatively short, existence, Liam Liel Kincaid decided that he would do anything that possible and thinkable, for save a person he loved.
Someone he loved. And who was this someone he loved? He frowned. Da’an should know. He raised and dried the few drop of tears that rested in his eyes. Da’an had the answers to all his questions.
Less than fifteen minutes later, he was arrived at the Washington Embassy. There was just one room. He had seen Mit’gai resting in Da’an’s audience chamber. He was free to act as he wanted to.
He walked through the door and entered in a small room, lit only by the blue energy particles that surrounded a vague form which could pass for a body looking shape. It was dark but Liam could tell that it was Da’an. Even if he knew that his taelon friend was made of energy and that this was his natural form, he could not prevent himself from staring intensly at all the small energy nerves, running under the ‘skin’.
Da’an looked so weak like thatm laying motionless, on the table. His energy was moving so slowly that the movement was almost imperceptible. Liam heard himself sighing. He approached his mentor and posed his hand on his shoulder. No reaction, he was still too weak.
The young man waved his free hand and changed something in the energy stream, so that it gave much more energy to Da’an. He the being under his hand shiver, “Da’an?” he called softly.
The Companion laying in the bed turned the head toward him and the Human found himself close to a pair of vivid blue eyes. “Liam….” Da’an whispered, relieved.
The young protector took his hand off the alien’s shoulder and smiled. “How do you feel?” he asked, forgetting for a time why he had came here.
Even in the appearance, he could see Da’an’s lips curling up in a lisght smile. “Tired…” Da’an murmured, almost unhearable.
“Yeah, I suppose,” responded Liam. Then he suddenly recalled the goal of his visit. He frowned and a stare filled with sadness appeared in his eyes. “Da’an. Does the healing power of the shakarava have limits?” he asked, lowering the head for look at his hands, where the presenc eof the alien organ was showed by a faint tickling and a little red mark. When he was nervous, he did not stop rubbing his two palms together.
The Taelon closed his eyes for a moment and breathed longly. After ten seconds of silence, he brought his stare back to his interlocutor. “We… have never reall… explored… all its power. We… were not able… to control it… But it is… extremely powerful…. Why this… question Liam?” he replied carefully. He seemed to have much difficulties speaking a Human language, the words were sloly pronounced and, even this way, a slight Eunoia accent was hearble in his words.
Liam sat on the edge of the table and waited nearly a complete minute before speaking. He was stargin fixingly at his hands; perhaps that there was something that could save Mazorha. “Da’an. I… ask you to tell me the truth. Mazorha and Zo’or are one and the same aren’t they?
Da’an locked his eyes into Liam’s longly before simply turning his head away. Liam had his answer by this only gesture.
Then suddenly, his taelon friend seemed to understand what was the link between those two questions. “Do you… think that you willl be… able to help him?” he demanded, a bright look of hope passing in his eyes.
Liam lowered the eyes again. “Yes, I think so,” was his simple answer. He spoke the truth. But he had still a doubt. If the shakarava was something that could heal all wounds, it was also a weapon of an unbelievable power. He did not control it well enough, as well as a weapon that as a healer. After all, he was only part Kimera and he was still a child in age.
Da’an turned the head toward him. “How can you know?” His voice was stronger. His energy was getting in strenght. The tone was curious, maybe a little surprised.
Kincaid smiled, a nervous smile, vaguely embarassed. “It’s a long story Da’an. Maybe I’ll tell you someday.” He lowered the energy level that fed the Taelon with a graceful gesture of his hand. “I’ll try to do seomthing for him, I promise you Da’an.” The Companion closed slowly his eyes and fell in a deep unconscienceness, before Liam had left the room.
XV – Contact
Liam took the first interdimentional portal he saw for get to the mothership. After that the usual feeling of unbalancing was passed, he made his way immediatly toward the main bridge of the ship. He was only a few meters away from the door when a wave of energy seemed to pass through his skin and body.
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The kimera vessel entered in the solar system where Liel’s energy had been detected. A hybrid would be of a great utility for them, once they would have returned home. If the result of Ha’gel’s experiment with this race, the Humans, were satisfying, then a hybridization program would be started. Hybridization. Assimilation would be more appropriate in this case. They would do to the Humans exactly the same thing that they had almost done to the Taelons before being nearly destroyed by them.
Lockell smiled and placed her hands on the arm of her command chair. The ship would reach its destination alone now, she had not the need to guide it anymore. She left her physical form and let her mind wander in the mental space the taelon shared with the Kimeras, searching for Liel.
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He pressed his hands to the sides of his head. He felt like something buried a hole in his head. He moaned in pain.
And then surprise and pain let place to wonder. All the voices! All the voices, some were somewhat familiar, others totally aliens. He could all hear them. He could hear them, but not understand them. He recognized Eunoia, the taelon language. And he even heard frangments of english. What was that?
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A slight smile formed on Lockell’s lips, she had found what she was searching for. Or who she was searching for. The Taelons’ Commonality had been perturbed by her presence even if she had done her best for not being seen too much. Her smiled grew wider. The Taelons were not done with them, this was just the beginning. They would pay for what they had done. She broke the contact.
Liel’s mind was young, still easily influenced. But something had desapointed her, Liel was on the motehrship, on the taelon mothership. Perhaps that the Taelons had found him in first. Then the hybrid would die.
Through the virtual glass , she could see the green and blue planet appear. And a small glowing blue spot, the Taelons’ mothership.
¤
Liam was finally able to break the link with the attiring voices and entered on the bridge trying hard to not stagger. He felt as if someone had got in his head, washed it all and got out after. The mind that had came close to him was still near, he could sense it. The presence, weak but still discernible, of the taelon Commonality had left him with a feeling of uneasiness. As if he did not want to leave this place. He could now understand what Da’an had felt when he had been cut from the Commonality.
¤
All Taelons had felt its presence. This presence that had perturbated the peaceful order of thei mental commonality. They had all recognized it evidently. Only the Kimeras were able to do such a thing. Then it had vanished, as fast as it had appeared, letting murmurs of worriness behind.
The Kimeras were not dead, and they were coming.
| AKimera
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(2/11/01 11:52:38 am)
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Dun dun dun . . .
LOVE IT!!!
This is incredible, Jehanne!
More, please!!
| Kelana
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(2/11/01 12:13:33 pm)
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Hi,
Simply amazing!
Want to see Liam healing Zo'or.
More, please : )
| SynZor
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(2/11/01 2:57:21 pm)
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This was simply wonderful. I just love it. Please let Liam save Zo'or/Mazorha, He has just got to save him. See I am begging now. I'm a basket case over this. 
| Seveni
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(2/11/01 3:27:24 pm)
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Oooooh, wonderful part!But don't keep us in too much suspense!
| Adrienne
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(2/11/01 6:55:36 pm)
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Amazing. More soon?
| reme
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(2/12/01 6:39:14 am)
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Great Jeanne. Love it. See that Seven has been able to communicate from the vastness of the Great Out There. Wonder when she will be back? I miss her don't you? I know you do. Waiting for next part. Left you a message with H.K. at fanfic cafe. Did you get to stay home? Heehe. My Molly awakened late but we made her get up and go anyway! She hated it. Too bad. Got to go to school then one day maybe you will get to stay home and write when your children come and they are in school. It is called, " Adult's revenge!"
| Holo Kat 
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(2/12/01 7:32:34 am)
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Excellent. Take it from me, getting to stay home all day really isn't all that much fun. I'd rather have someone to spend it with but I don't so I'm stuck inside all afternoon, watching the rain and coming here.
| Duchess
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(2/12/01 8:47:04 am)
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Jeanne that was a great part! I was wondering when the Kimera would make their appearance. *g* Drat that Lockell, her timing couldn't have been worse as I want Mazorha healed first!
You wicked girl, you're going to drag this out to the last possible minute aren't you? *vbg* You use your gift to write, very well my young friend.
| Kelara
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(2/12/01 10:04:43 am)
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Wow! Fantastic!!! Opens interesting new possibilities!
I just hope he'll save Mazorha!
| cimiKC
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(2/12/01 8:20:09 pm)
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It's so great! Jeanne! I almost cry!
Please more!
| Yvory
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(2/12/01 10:04:23 pm)
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Wonderful! He must save her! And himself!
This full Kimera! I can't stand her even yet!
Have the full kimera in your story a gender? It seems so to me.
*sighs and wants more*
Never thought I could be this romantic.
Kiwi
| Kelana
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(2/16/01 3:14:28 pm)
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Hi,
Still waiting for the next part : )
| Jehanne
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(2/20/01 6:00:36 pm)
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Mostly based on the idea that what if the taelons had killed the kimeras for good. In the Joining, Zo'or tells that the kimeras helped them to survive and that then the taelons had killed them. But imagine that the kimeras were 'helping' the taelons as they do with humanity. And that after being saved by the kimeras, which were preparing to destroy them, the taelons had assimilated them into their species for save their own butt. Kill or be killed. So the kimeras are bad in my story, that's why I'm trying to explain.
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XVI – Revenge
The next thing he knew, Liel was on his feet precipating through the central doorway that accessed to the mainbridge of the ship. The first he remarked was that Zo’or was not there. He was not really sure if it was a bad or a good news. Perhaps, she was at the medical bay, perhaps, was she dead. He shook his head trying to get those dark thoughts out of his head and hurried to the closest console he found innocuppied.
“What is it?” exclamed Sandoval. Liam saw that he had took his place in the armchair Zo’or was usually sat in.
The Volunteers were working on the different computers. The Taelons isolated in their blue bubbles exchanged nervous gestures. Everyone sensed that something was approaching but no one could tell exactly what, or who, it was. A clear, sharp, well known voice rang in the quiet room. “The shields of our mental commonality have been broken agent Sandoval,” said Zo’or, from the door, from which she had just entered. In a falsly respectful attitude, the implant gave back to Zo’or what was hers and went checking on some other computer screens. “And we have all rights to believe that the invador is coming,” she finished, in a voice so dark that Liam could almost have qualified of scared. Zo’or was not gentle, but not a coward either. If she was scared, then the danger was truly there.
From where he was, Kincaid could see the Synod Leader’s hands grip the arms of the chair as if it was her lifeline. Visibly, she had not had the time to go pay a visit to Mit’gai before coming here. Mazorha closed her eyes and let her back repose against the back of the chair. She felt her legs being travelled by non-stopping tremblings. She was wondering if the other persons presently in the room could see it as she saw it, but everyone was too busy for look at her, fortunatly. They were all occupied to work on the different computer controls of the ship.
Her gaze turned all around in the room. Zo’or only felt frustrated of this… merely stressing interruption in their sheme that had been the entering of a Kimera in their Commonality, but Mazorha, the little child, the little child that needed and wanted to be protected, felt another feeling growing inside her, fear, the most intense fear. She still perfectly remembered every bits of this mental rape that all the Taelons had suffered, and sudenly wondered about how many of them would die in the next days in consequences of this.
The Kimeras were searching for someone surely, but who was this someone! Certainly not a Taelon. Maybe one of them. No, ridiculous, Ha’gel had been the only, the first and the last, Kimera that had ‘visited’ Earth.
Zo’or’s thought did not wander about that much longer when the mother ship was violently shook. They had been touched by something, a weapon! They were under attack! Mazorha fell on the floor, out of her chair. She managed to get up on her knees only for see the lights flicker, alternativly losing and gaining power, for finally disapear letting the bridge floating in total darkness.
Then all seemed to come at the same time. Contrary to the precedent dead silence, there was suddenly all noises together in the room. A total shambles of discordant voices screaming, alarms and beeping. Many Volunteers and members of the staff presents on the bridge were wounded, some seriously, and the taelons pilots were unconscious for the moment. Herself, sensed a dark pain run in her lower abdomen.
Liam saw Zo’or being thrown to the ground by the force of the impact, just before losing his own balance. He caught the edge of the console between his hands and pulled himself to his feet. The Taelon had been able to push herself up on her knees, but, seeing the wild and tired look on her face, he undertood that she would not do much more. He passed an arm around her frail waist and almost without efforts pulled her steady on her feet. Their eyes met and they stayed like that during some seconds. There was the same eyes that had met some hours before in the darkness of Liel’s chamber, and they both understood and acknowledged it.
Liel was the first to lower the eyes and released Zo’or’s waist that he still held close with his arm. The Taelon smirked in pain, but was able to hide it very well. Liam’s arm was all that supported Zo’or. The Synod Leader managed to stay up on her feet, by what kind of miracle of strenght, Liel did not try to imagine it.
Mazorha was the first to come back in this reality. Her shocked gaze crossed the one of Liel for less than a moment, but she could not take her eyes away from his. She shook her head and her clear voice rang in the room, as she turned toward her command chair. “Report,” she said through the room, still weaker that she wanted it to be. Her voice cut through the noise of the rooms like a cold knife. She saw from the corners of her eyes that Liel was palced in front of a console and she was thankful to him to do not have taken advantage of the situation.
“Our shields are only the half of their power,” shot Sandoval. “The energy level of the ship is dangerously low.”
It was Liam’s turn to continue. “The conventional drive is bad but can still work. But the interdimentional drive is dead. It’s not usable. The processor have burned litterally,” he said, in a voice he vainly tried to keep optimistic.
“Our weapons?” she asked in his direction.
Kincaid leaned over another screen and turned toward his taelon superior a mostly desperate stare. “Destroyed,” he sighed, only reading what was written on the computer screen. Other datas came on the screen. “We have about one hundred wounded, Human, mostly, and eight dead. Four Taelons in the number,” he whispered. Mazorha already knew it, but just hearing the news made her lose her human facade.
A dead silence fell on the bridge again. Usually there was always the faint noise of the motors roaring, something, the little noise in the hear of the interdimentional drive, but now, nothing, simply nothing. Somewhere, someone moaned and sobs fastly followed. The lights were still dark and the only lightning came from the stars out in the space and of the few Taelons glowing in their natural forms.
The primary system, barely enough to survive, both for Humans and Taelons, came back to life and some lights flickered on, but still not enough to lit up the entire scene. The walls seemed to live again. All was looked back to almost normal in the time of a second. The gravely wounded Volunteers were taken to the medical bay and replaced by others, while the taelon pilots started back their continued motions in their closed bubbles and Sandoval slid in front of a console, trying to repair as much as he could.
Zo’or advanced toward the computer where Liam was sat and stroked the soft surface with the tip of her fingers, bringing in front of her as much information as she could find about the now-happening situation. Liam was doing the same thing on the other side. “Whatever it is, if it shoots another time, we are dead,” he declared in a dark voice, just enough loud for Zo’or to hear it, not wishing to alarm everyone around them.
Mazorha rapidly raised the eyes for met his and a stare filled with faint sadnees was exchanged. “And we do not have the sufficient energy for power the shuttles or the interdimentional portals.” That meant not possible evacuation, they could not run away, as they had, at so many times before, done.
Zo’or started to type different command, activating some, desactivating others, on the screen. “We need to know what it was. If it attacked us with such a facility, then I do not have to tell you what an easy task it would be for it to perform, to destroy Earth…” she slowly murmured, refusing to meet his eyes, and keeping her look locked on the command she was typing on.
With a graceful move of the hand, she had a detailsfull card of the normal space, that surrounded them in a large limit, brought before them. There was nowhere showed the presence of some vessel or some alien shuttle that would have penetrated the solar system. Liam frowned. “We have not imaginated this attack,” he exclamed, as the reports brought by the scanners, that still worked, he was checking on were all negative, when they were telling something.
“We should not put apart the possibility that it could be undectectable for our scanners,” whispered Zo’or, opening anohter screen in front of her.
Kincaid stopped moving his hands on the console and turned toward her. “This imply that it would possess a technology superior to yours…” he suggered, then waited for an answer.
Mazorha also ceased her movements and turned her gaze to him. “The presence that we sensed inside our Commonality was Kimera Major Kincaid. And as you might know, the kimera techonology IS superior to ours.” Liam lowered the eyes and bit his lower lip, his doibts were now confirmed. But how react, for the first time that he met members of his race, beings that could possibly understand him, beings that were alike him. And when he did, they were trying to destroy the Taelons, while himself wanted the Taelons to survive. Which side was the good one? “You can now understand how precarious is our situation.” He gravely nodded. The Kimera had returned. It was now a fact he needed to accept, the only thing he wanted to know was why. Why had they come back? For him, because it was him they had searched, and found, in the Taelons mental commonality. Or for destroy their old ennemies, the Taelons. He frowned again as he thought of that, this was not what Ha’gel’s memories of the Kimera race had shown him. The Kimeras were not killers, their were pacifists.
Zo’or quivered and needed to take the edge of the console for not fall down on the floor. The effects of the pain killers were rapidly disapearing now. Liam turned worried eyes toward her and slid his hand over hers. Zo’or almost obeyed to the impulse, now so familiar that it was nearly a reflex, to take back her hand sharply. But she did not. She only shook her head, trying to convince him that she was feeling well still. Liam completly turned toward her as the fine blue-ish hands started to continue to move on over the computer screen. But she was perfectly aware that he saw, as well as she did, the tremblings of her hands, that she futilely tried to hide. Another violent quiver travelled through her body and forced her to lower her concentration on her appearance. Kincaid leaned over, to be as close to her as it was possible, and whispered a concerned stare floating in the eyes. “Mazorha-…” The look in her eyes was so cold and sharp that it stopped him in the middle of his saying.
“Never pronounce that name,” she murmured as dryly as she could. Another wave of pain pulled away what subsisted of the usual control she kept on herself. Her arms crossed around her abdomen, she would not be able to hide it very much longer. Zo’or’s eyes briefly widened and she had the feeling to fall.
All became dark around her. All was black, but she knew that it was not because her eyes were closed. Just a gray shadow firstly, and then darker, and then all black, as ink, nothing to see, no one to see, alone… completly alone. She searched for soemthing, for something to hold on, for something to catch. And her wandering fingers found Liam’s hand, which she strongly grasped between her fingers.
Liam saw that Zo’or was on the edge to lose conscienceness. Without hesitate one second, he took her in his arms as she began to stagger. He carried her some meters away and lay her gently on the ground. The only thing that indicated him that she was still alive was her hand firmly crisped around his own. He could felt her shaking body against his, her dangerously slow breath in his neck. She was boiling, as doing fever. She was just on the edge to give up the fight, he knew she was. Despite all strenght she could have, she would not survive much longer. This only thought brought a tear at the corner of his eye. He managed to undid Zo’or’s grip on his hand, which gesture he fastly regretted if he told by the painful moaning that had escaped the Taelon’s lips. A Volunteer approached. “What happened Major?”
“He must have been wounded right after the first impact,” Liam lied. Turning his gaze from Zo’or’s body to the young man, he continued, “Try to bring back the main power and check all the scans. If the thing that have attacked us is still near, we need to find it as soon as we can.” The Volunteer bowed, acknowledging the orders he had just received and returned in the same screen where had previously been Liam and Zo’or.
The Synod Leader started to awake. Liel took her hand in his and gently stroked her palm with the tip of his fingers. Her eyes opened slowly. He sighed in relief, it would not be for this time at least. Ignoring the reproaching stare, he passed an arm around Mazorha’s waist and pulled her in a sitting position.
Liel smiled. “Why should I not pronounce your name? It’s very nice,” he murmured.
Zo’or lowered the head and, with a visible effort, bring back the mask that covered her real face, this human facade. When she raised the head for meet his gaze, her eyes were cold. “This part of myself died centuries ago Major. I defend you to say that name again,” she said to him, as cold as she was able to.
Liam’s face first showed surprise, then shock, then a strange mix of anger and sadness. “Very well. I’m sorry. Zo’or seems to be still alive, but Mazorha… is dead the last evening,” he said. His words hit her like slaps in the face. For hide the sadness, that she knew her face would show, she tried to get on her feet and lost her balance. Another time, Liam’s arms prevented her from falling on the ground. “You cannot go Zo’or,” he said, forcing her to sit on the floor again. The voice he had spoke with was professionnal, cold, distant sounding. She regretted now. Perhaps had she hid a time too? It is at this moment that she understood how the mask had took a great importance in her life, days after days. After centuries of use, he had become what she was and this she could not do anything for prevent it. Liel was right. Zo’or was still alive, but Mazorha had died in his arms the last night.
Liam got up. He had thought that Mazorha would accept to put away the mask for him, but he was apparently wrong. Zo’or’s coldness had started to be a part of Mazorha as well. He finally saw the Taelon raise beside him. “You cannot go,” he repeated.
She raised her eyes to met his. Liel avoided conscienciously her searching stare. If he had allowed him to look at her in the eyes, maybe he would have seen some sadness and pain, but he did not. Mazorha stroked lightly his cheek with her fingertips, just enough for that he turn the head and look at her. A flame of anger and sadness was burning inside those green eyes she had seen once. She allowed her own eyes to show who she was here and now. “I know. But, it is not of a great matter. I am dead already Liel,” she whispered. They were very lucky that it was relatively dark around them, if not they would have surely been seen by everyone. The young man lips pronounced her name, but no sound exited them. Her finger slid on his cheek for stroked briefly his lips.
Perhaps she would have done more, but a cry, at the saem time, feared and hoped, was heard through the room. “A vessel!”
It was the young Volunteer to whom Kincaid had said to go and check permanently on the scanners. Liam exchanged a blank stare with Zo’or and they were both beside the young Human some seconds after. “On screen,” ordered the Taelon. Liam managed to get a clear image after some seconds of working wiht the commands.
They were now forming a circle aorund the computer screen where was shown this unseeable ship. All the staff on the bridge waited impatiently for some imformations. “Our scanners are not sensing it. It is pratically invisible. If I had not seen it with my own eyes, I would not believe it to be there,” explained the young man.
Even Liam could not prevent himself from the long shiver that went down his spine and made his back all cold. With what they could see form it, this ship was almost as big as the Moon was. “And we will not be able to run away this time…” he sighed.
He turned toward Zo’or. “That’s Kimera?” he asked her, while he was very well aware of the answer. He received only a brief, sharp nod in response. Zo’or looked in the same state as everyone else in the room… scared.
The Taelon suddenly took back her contorl of herself. She leaned over to Liam, “Contact Earth, Major.”
Liam could not prevent himself from smiling. “You call out for help?”
Zo’or turned to him with a look in her eyes that Liel could have qualify of terrified. “No… I fear that Earth will be destroyed even before Humans will have the time to react,” she said slowly. And silence fell around them, the Human staff, the youngest Volunteers in particular, were staring at them with eyes widened by fear.
At the moment when Kincaid opened his global, the computer reserved to the communications seemed to come back to life, and no one had touched any keys. A softer than Taelon voice spoke slowly, cutting through the heavy air. Liam knew this voice, it seemed familiar, vaguely, as he had known it long ago, and could not put any face on it. But despite all, he was staying suspicious. “Taelons, we are here. You will die,” declared simply this mysterious voice, so automatic that they could have believed it was a computer’s, if there had not been the slight amused tone. The message was heard everywhere on the ship, both in english and in Eunoia.
Liam turned for see that Zo’or had lowered the head and closed her eyes. The Taelons had lost this battle.
| Holo Kat
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Fab.
| Seven ONine
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(2/20/01 8:46:25 pm)
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Beautiful, suspenseful!
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