Medese un Torill

Flight of Dijynn

As Dijynns ship, a capital ship of black and grey armed to the teeth with heavy artillery and advanced shielding, rose into space many aboard believed they would find an easy escape. The Forces of Dijynn that were spread through the empire met the people in combat too, volunteer fighters cells who helped quell the battles raged across planetary systems and in the expanse of space. Within a day the assailants were pushed back and what Dijynn saw as an opportunity was in truth a grave mistake. His armies were to draw the focus of the Myyrians, and such was successful, but with the people rising up and other allies forces coming to their aid, the siege of Alavosa was ended at the last light of dawn and his armies across the stars was in turn worn thin. Dijynns starships had assembled above Valore and were charting there escape courses, seeking sanctum at hidden fortresses and bases, when the Laran fleet and the Myrrian ships had come. They filled the open space with ships and opened fire as soon as they came out of hyperspace.

All escapes were blocked and jets filled the air, meeting Savvage fighters whose builds were heavily armored and slower then the starjets of the Myrrians and the sailed ships of the Laran.

Here we must learn of two others whose stories have come to tie in with Medese and Torills; The decorated captain Rhomerem of Shiss, a stern man held in high regards for the numerous victories he had claimed in the time of his expansive career as a militant commander. His ship, the empress flagship of the Laran, was the largest of all the ships gathered there, a giant even amongst leviathans.

The second character introduced here is the sorceress who had come to claim the title of Dijynns right hand, A sorceress whose delight was of fire. This sorceress was name Isijytal and she was a Myrrian whose was born in the heart of the empire, her home being the planet of Jhavis, a world of sand with settlements of rich green and esteemed academies built beneath domes of glass.

Here on Jhavis was a house of magic whose magi specialised in the art of pyromancy and Isijytal was greatest amongst these esteemed flame wielders.

From a young age she was always introverted, finding good company only in her studies. She was highly intelligent and passionate about all that she learned and found love even in teaching.

As she came to be older she had found that those around her had begun to grow jealous of her prowess, feeling neglect when all praise was given to her. She was adored by those of her settlement and even had children of her own who she would often teach herself in the ways of magic, delighting all manners of academia.

One night as she was coming down from the tower of archives, a tower of spiraling glass, she was seized upon by masked figures. She knew from their bickering to be her colleagues and they bound her and carried her back up the emptied tower where only a blind attended kept guard. She was taken to a balcony and they had attempted to throw her to her death, but as they were uncoordinated in their attempts she had managed to loosen the rope binding her hands and feet. She unleashed a plummet of fire and had forced her assassins back, but they fought back and so Isijytal battled the most prestigious of pyromancers in the archives of the school. In the end, though she fought honorably, she was bested and was consumed by fire and as she thrashed around wildly, screaming out in anguish as the flames ravaged her body, she had come to accidentally throw herself over the balcony and plummeted to the grounds below. She was saved however, being caught by a groundskeeper with telekinesis and her assassins had fled the planet, but she would carry always the seared scars of their fires and in the end they would know her growing furor.

Grown ashamed of her appearance and traumatized by the attack, she became closed off from the world, even her children saw her as a stranger as months passed. In time she would flee Jhavis and become a vagabond amidst the stars. She was still a powerful magi, a knowledgeable academic, and a deep thinker, and these were her mightiest assets. In the loneliness of space she found that questions burned deep in her mind and a yearning came upon her. These were questions of magic, questions of its origin and of its true virtue. Her answers would come when she was lured far into the regions mapped, though vaguely by the Illustara. Upon a world where a civilization once blossomed she had come to find an artifact of unknown origin. Here she was led after rescuing an injured man from the wreckage of a ship drifting in the distance, it's wreckage caught by a glint of light reflected from a nearby star. He told her he was looking for a treasure that would grant riches beyond imagination, but was ambushed by marauders and left for dead. Following his direction she was led to the Book of Moons, her curiosity had brought her to a place of companion ship and she had offered her assistance to the injured man, and yet when she returned to her ship with the treasure she found that the man had vanished. This man was the Oracle and she would come to know this only after reading the pages of the book written by his hands. It was a grimoire containing all magics of the present and all magics of the past, with the magics of the future filling its pages only when such times were to come.

To her there was left only a single note, she was to go to the king of the Quajyn. She travelled far across the stars to Valore, studying the book and growing drunk on the knowledge kept in it's pages. She came to Lav’namorr and gifted the book to Dijynn after being seized at the gates of the keep, refusing to part with the book, and though he was wary of her at first eventually they grew close as they studied the books secrets together. Dijynn marvelled at her skill and even with her scars she was seen as beautiful amongst the Quajyn, yet simply for her strength. Together they used magic they learned from the book and metals found on the planets Dijynn conquered to build a great fortress, J’jalka, and there they would birth creatures most grim and terrible with the books guidance. Torim was of these creations, but he was hardly the most impressive or wicked being shaped by Isijytal.

She had come to a warrior too, creating a form that utilized the use of a large S-shaped sword. She garbed herself in all black, wearing robes and dresses that appeared as fading embers. A gift she was given, a mask, by Dijynn and it was fashioned from gold and in designs of fire.

Now Medese was crowned the Sayahn of Illomon as he was Kidimiras pupil and being a Songbird was the second highest ranking official of the templants. When returned to the temple he was informed of this and threw his sorrow aside, taking up the charge of the temple. He saw to the healing of wounds, the rebuildings and cleaning of the city, and kept communications open with other temples and the capital of Alavosa, communing even with Mishandvir.

Two days had passed and Medese was overwhelmed by the tending of Illomon and above there was a stalemate as the jets and fighters were worn thin, lighting the sky with explosions as they were gunned down by opposing fighters or the blasts of cannons from starships. Now there was only the leviathan class ships, those of Dijynns being made of Valan inspired design and with the guiding hand of Isijytal, their shields impenetrable by any weaponry the Myrrians held. They could not descend for they'd have to switch shield systems and be vulnerable to the Myrrian and Valan ships. They could not jump to lightspeed as there stood hundreds of ships blocking their way. The two sides had locked themselves in an odd predicament as Dijynns ships were near indestructible and the Laran and Myrrian forces could do nothing but wait, wait for anything really. And so as the second day came to its end the ships above still remained unmoving. At this time many knew of the events taken and taking place and were angered that Dijynn was not yet captured or slain, even Medese was of these. He blamed him for the slaying of Kidimira as much as he did Vanna and as he could see the ships from the towers watch he was driven mad by the stillness of it all.

The third night there was carried out a secret plan.

Isijytal had descended to the world below in the form of an obscured spirit and now Dijynn, who had come to plan his escape, simply sat in waiting for the Laran knew not his true might and he would come to revel in what was to come and his escape would be sweet to him.

Medese was stressed and so had gone to sit on the balcony where Torill use to train with Weithweid, the business of the past few days had kept him preoccupied and exhausted. It was near midnight and he looked out over the sea and had grown saddened by the strangeness of the world that had found him, thinking of Carn and Miqirava who were in Alavosa attending to the whim of the Hirtose and the god Illdaste. He was exhausted and simply cried softly to himself, finally letting himself mourn for all that was lost. Dressed in his feathered cloak and with his usual garbs he enjoyed the chill in the air, hearing not as Torill approached. Torill rested a hand upon Medeses shoulder, startling him.

“Sorry to bring you back from your reverie,” Torill apologized, leaning down and kissing Medese’s cheek.

“I am troubled Torill,” He admitted and Torill c****d his head to the side, offering a look of deep concern.

“I have never killed before,” Medese muttered as he looked on out to the sea once more, the gaze in his eyes was distance and his voice held a heaviness that he had never spoken with before.

“All of this has come to be so quickly, I feel as a stranger... even to myself.”

Torill was silent for some time, considering his answer;

“Killing is not an easy thing to do,” He simply answered, not really sure how to respond. In Torill’s eyes Medese had killed but a beast, a dumb beast at that, and had not considered how such an act would affect him. In truth most Myrrians of the faith are vegetarians and care deeply even for animals, though that was a thing Torill would never know.

“Forgive me my love, I fear I am not as elegant with words as you are,” Torills hand fell from his loves shoulder and back to his side, but Medese slid closer to him and rested his head against his arm reassuring Torill wordlessly that in truth he was alright, just drawn thin by it all.

Torill wrapped his arm around Medese and held him there, watching out across the waves, their breath turned to mist as it parted past their lips. In the shadows, where lantern light filled not empty chambers, there was the passing of secrets. While Medese stood with his lover, thinking of nothing but the pain he wished Dijynn to suffer through and the changing of the cosmos. Torill thought too, but his thoughts were of sacred gardens, hidden temples built inside ocean caves, and of a tower of white that refused to fall even before the most dire. There were many who felt the same as Medese, driven to wrath by his onslaught and so as the night carried on whispers were shared, a counsel held in an abandoned chamber where dust settled comfortably and light shone rarely. A plan was formed amongst those who demanded action and as they had settled upon a plan they had sent one of the Sisters amongst them to inform the Songbird, not wanting to truly betray his prominence.

The two were found there upon the balcony, led there by the direction of those who had seen them, monks studying sellion crystals (crystals containing vast amounts of recorded data) in the open corridors beneath the lantern lights and upon benches of marble, some humming softly as they walked the halls.

The Sister who had come to them, disturbing their peace, was a face familiar to Torill. She was the Sister who fought against Vanna with Kidimira.

“Songbird, I come bearing news of the abandonment of posts,” She spoke and gained the intrigue of Medese.

The Sister had told them of the plans and Medese was silent, contemplating.

“These plans of yours are poor,” Torill answered, but Medese simply smiled at his response.

“Poor, yes, but effective,” Medese noted. He stepped away from Torill, chasing his hand along the railing, considering what the Sister had just told him.

“I want to be the one who kills Dijynn,” Medese declared, catching the surprise of them both as he turned back to face them, but no one denied this request.

Medese and Torill were brought to the rendezvous point where they were all to gather once personal preparations were complete. Once there they had learned that the mastermind behind the whole operation was Angdira. The Sister, whose name was Irivia, had told Angdira of Medeses desire and though Angdira would argue against this, Medese was granted his wish anyways and so Torill and Medese had joined them. Angdira was considered attractive amongst his peers, his dark skin spotted with even darker freckles, his hair a nest of brown curls, his his almonds eyes the colour of honey and summer sap. Dressed in a pilots uniform, the fine coat and polished boots, he was gorgeously galiant and his attraction could not be denied. Irivia was dressed in the slick dress of the air force too, as well as the other Sisters who joined them all there.

They snuck out from the temple, led by Medese, and to the eastern docks they made their way. Two jets remained, unguarded for the entire ship bay was emptied. They split into two groups; Torill and Angdira with four sisters. Medese and Irivia with the other three, manning the larger of the two ships, a boarding ship.

“What a lucky coincidence,” Angdira remarked as the Sisters had gone to prep for take off, allowing Medese and Torill to say goodbye as they went into the danger together, yet with a distance between them that no doubt would be felt.

“Are you going to be alright?” Torill inquired once Angdira had gone to his ship, bidding Medese a fair flight.

“I hope so,” Medese chuckled softly, gulping hard as he held tight to Torills upper arms, right beneath the shoulder. Torill pulled Medese into a desperate embrace, burying his face into his hair, indulging in the floral scent of the washing oils he used. For a single moment it seemed as if there existed only them, held in each others arms as the world passed by, frozen in the thrill of it all, trapped momentarily simply by the love they held. When they parted from their embrace they looked into each others eyes for a few long seconds;

“If we are successful we end the war,” Medese said and then grabbed Toril’s face with both hands and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. The engines of the ships had purred alive, the whole bay vibrating as the winged ships came to life. The bodies were white, alvantium alloys specialized to withstand the speed at which the jets traveled. The interior of the ships were sterile, white walls with grey floors, blue lights lining the corridors. The windows were grey rectangles on the outside of the ship, appearing like steel, and inside the tech installed into the glass offered stats, facts, and insight into the environment outside the ship, whether it be in space or on a planetary system. The three sisters who accompanied Irivia and Medese; Misvitir, Amnriv, and Esto were to pilot while Irivia manned the turrets and Medese was left in waiting while the two ships were to come to the Command ship, no doubt drawing Savvage fire and the attention of the Myrrian force as well, probably resparking the clash of fighters.

The boarding ship was armored heavily and it’s weaponry designed to pierce through the hulls of ships, shatter ship windows, and even blast through shields, however it’s speed made it a large target.The smaller ship that Torill and Angdira piloted alongside the other four sisters was heavily armed, it’s armour thinner than the boarding ship, but more resistant to the less powerful fire of the Savvage fighters. The purr of the engines silenced once the ships raised up into the air through the open bay doors. The night was dark as not even the stars shone past the ships over orbit, the sea lapping against the shore loudly as water threw itself against slush and ice, the wind screaming through the pillars and between bent towers and the ruins of buildings. The ships were turned invisible as they rose higher into the air, allowing a hidden approach, but the cloaking would deactivated once the jets got close to the battle. No one in Illomon had seen them ascend and no one would know not until after the coming battle that the Songbird and his Illiban were amongst the once who fled their posts to join the fray.

The two jets had left the planets orbit and before them the two ships they had seen hundreds of Laran and Myrrian ships cornering Dijynns Starships who was left close to the stratosphere. The ships were sharper in feature than the gathered force before them, appearing like jagged black iron with large turrets and cannons that fired devastating blows that had been designed to be fatal to the metal of the Myrrian ships. The ships had come close, Medese looking upon the starships in wonder, the jets had been directed around the limits of the scanner, the casted range of all the ships there. They scouted the area, seeing a field between the ships where the ships of Dijynn faced outwards at the Myrrian and Laran ships, who in turned held a dome before them so that the only way they could go was down. Dijynn’s ship was before the others, their formation was like an arrowhead with the tips of the hulls pointed outwards to their aggressors. There was no firing, all guns stilled, yet the tension could be felt in every speck of dust that floated through the cockpit of the jet.

Rhomerem’s ships was across from Dijynn’s and he watched from the window of his cabin, they late hour had drawn him to his quarters to rest and yet he couldn’t, not while Dijynn’s entire fleet stood before them and remained untouchable. The advancement in the ship exo-armour was caught as a surprise to both Laran and Myrrians alike, the two forces so use to fighting only against the primitive tech of the Quajyn, yet these ships were of methodical design and overseen by Isijytal in there constructing. As he looked out he was drawn into frustration as the ships just sat idled there, yet he had spotted a single glimpse out of the corner of his eye. In the gap between the ships that hovered just in orbit there was a slight flash of light on metal that had caught his curiosity. It was momentary but the direction it moved was clear and so he followed a path thought most obvious with his eyes and as the seconds past there was yet another flash, but he noticed now that there were two. The jets had come into the range of the scanners of both forces and the camouflage was brought down as the smaller of the two jets had flown ahead and unleashed a flurry of fire upon the shield of DIjynns ship and within seconds there was a swarm of Savvage fighters that had flown out from the ship like hornets from a mound. The two jets held their own, the Sisters piloting being highly trained and some of the best of those amidst the faith, those of Illomon being of high prestige in all manner of skills. The Myrrians answered this sudden appearance of two jets with reinforcement, sending out their jets, the ships buzzing alive at the coming of these rogue fighters.

Torill’s ship remained with Medese’s, the crew of the smaller jet protecting the boarding ship and drawing the fire away from it. What the two ships intentions were remained unclear to the Larans and Myrrians, but they sent aid regardless as the two ships were cleary friendly and all the while the Savvage had not realized this was a boarding ship as it's model was of a newer design. Rhomerem was called back to the control bay of his ship and all was in a uproar as communications were opened between Alavosa and the ships surrounding his own. The excitement called again another assault and it was at Rhomerem command that the hundreds of heavy cannons rained fire into the battle, tearing through fighters as they fell upon the shields of the commander class ships of the Savvage. In the commotion of it all the boarding ship had cut a clear path straight through to DIjynns ship and as it came to the shield the size of the jet had allowed it to pass through and Medese had gone to the ships armoury, taking up an athireal blade and wielding the wand he kept with him in his cape. The Sisters had come close to the ships surface, dodging the fire of other ships and maneuvering past the wails of the turrets. They came close and harpoons were fired, piercing through the hull and an orb was fired to from a separate cannon and it thunked against the heavy metal, trapped in a deep dent of its own creation. The orb was activated, glowing blue as it was snuggled into the outer armour of the ship. Amnriv and Esto met Medese in the armoury, Irivia too, and together they went to a lower room where there was a small circular gateway, a frame of crystal and steel. Upon activation the empty space in the ring came alive with a scene of a dreary interior, a hall beneath the balls trappings. They stepped through and found themselves in said hall, a tubular hall with circular doors that twist open from the centre, the place alight in deep purple, the walls black and the innards of the ship bare; piping, wiring, and venting. Once inside they set to their task of assassinating Dijynn, his crew aware of their boarding. Hunting through the alien corridors Medese following the scent of magic that followed Dijynn, enemies set themselves upon them, many being shot down by Estos bow, othing being challenged by the spear and sword of Irivia and Amnriv. To those who’d come from behind they would face Medese who fought with such beauty that it was if he were simply dancing, his wand casting destructive spells of amber. He had suppressed all thoughts and feelings, his eyes closed as he delivered killing blows and not a tear shed. The ship was huge, the inside opened into vast chambers and open bays of supplies and fighters.

Eventually they came to find Dijynn, making there way up to the command centre of the ship, an elevator carrying the four of them high into the heights of the ship.

When the doors of the elevator opened there was a single hall that led to a huge door at its end, the only guard was a single Savvage who dressed in a cape of roses and armoured in white with grey undertones. In his hand he carried a black broadsword with its design being similar to that of Torill’s. Medese had challenged him, but was held back by the other Sisters, Amnriv and Esto taking up the guard in Combat.

Esto defended with her bow, Attacking with its wings, Amnriv met him with her spear and he was held locked long enough for Irivia and Medese to sneak past and make it into the command quarters and as the door shut behind them they heard the gasp of Amnriv as she was stabbed through the throat.

Dijynn had evacuated all from the chamber, save the few pilots who sat there still with a guard at their side, firearms pointed at the two intruders. Dijynn stood before them, looking out the glass wall, his hands held behind his back. He was dressed in a long black coat fastened with gold, a sword rested at his hip and it was squared blade with an ornate handle. He wore two long needles in his top knot and at his feet was a black snake with stars upon its flesh.

“You've come to kill me?” He questioned as he turned slowly to face him. His appearance was beautifully deadly. Everything about his face was sharp, his small nose was pierced with thin gold needles as well, his eyes a pale red and his smile was fanged. The neon glow of the ships interior shone not here, but rather the only light were the lights of the control panel and the lights from beyond the ship.

“I’ve come to try,” Medese answered, tapping the tip of the blade against the metal floor as he drew it from his side.

He bowed his head solemnly, a strange act to the two of them, Dijynn shaking his head in what could only be be described as disappointed. Dijynn drawn blade was grey and caugh int the light with its remarkable polish and in it’s reflection the two had seen a figure behind them. Medese twisted around, thrusting his crystal blade forward, piercing the shadowy figure who in turn had taken its physical form which was Dijynn, the being they saw before being a mimic. Irivia had faced the mimic while Medese took on Dijynn. Dijynn moved as an old Illiban warrior, his attacks heavy and his parrys pulling Medese towards him in order to throw him back with dreadful force. The mimic took it’s true form and was slain by Irivia, her spear a blur as she fought, crying out in rage as she aggressed. Medese fought fiercely, but alas he was no soldier and so his graceful form was overpowered swiftly. With the mimic slain and Medese drawn weary by Dijynns wide blade, Irivia joined in, the guards watching on with disinterest as they stood only to defend the pilots. With two combatants standing against him Irivia and Medese thought perhaps the could out draw him, but DIjynn seemed only amused as he looked between the two; Irivia being dressed in the flowing robes of the Sisters, her long white hair drawn back in a braid, her golden spear spotted with chipping and dents.To Medese, whose capes of feathers and scale was greyed in some areas as it was aged by wind and dirt, his crystal blade letting off a pur only Dijynn could hear, his wand of old wood set with it’s yellow stone. He took his sword in both hands and when they pulled away from one another he was holding two blades now. He spun about, his knees bending as he twirled into a lowered form with his two blades held out like spread wings, his robe turning to smoke and giving way to a simple battle dress of black, the fabric like velvet and his starry snake hissing about, unperturbed by the fight. Dijyn flew at them in a spinning blur, Irivia and Medese holding their weapons out and defending against the attack, the clatter of their blades was stunningly haunting. Dijynn twirled about with his two blades, using his momentum to his advantage. All Irivia and Medese could do was hold their forms, steady on their feet with balanced pose, Dijynns nimble footing brought rapid blows and though Medese was holding against his storming strikes, Irivias spear was slowly being weakened by the might of DIjynns double blades. Finally Irivia spear was broken in two and as DIjynn moved to cut her down Medese lunged forward, dodging the back swing of his blade, and as he spun up onto his feet he had sliced the back of Dijynns legs and brought him to his knees, the blade he had hoped to kill irivia with only slashed across her chest and left her stumbling back with a shallow wound. Dijynn turned to Medese, hissing through his sharpened teeth, but Medese kept his face devoid of anything and simply rose his wand to kill Dijynn.

Rhomerem was angered by the sudden appearance of the two rebellious ships, receiving word from the commune centre at Alavosa that the jets were not authorized to engage by anyone and yet even though this had sent all up in turmoil he was relieved to see that the ship had managed to board Dijynns Starship, the two jets taking advantage of the confusion. He had sent many boarding parties, but now with the Savvage fighter force being drawn thin they were granted a successful infiltration. He watched as the minutes passed and the skirmish of ships continued onwards, a smile had grown as he saw that Dijynns was diminishing. It was then that, as he watched on, the boarding ship had exploded and to his right shoulder a row of ships had been destroyed within the matter of a few seconds. They exploded and the fires had sent a pained rumble through all ships nearby.

Isijytal had returned, her ship in waiting just beyond the barricade, and with her she brought a being whose form was beyond description. It was like a cloud of twisting and coiling tendrils, it’s skin pale pink and thousands of eyes could be seen beneath the eeling muscles. It tore through the ships, it’s tentacles pulling them closer to it and tearing them apart. The cornering of the ships was shattered quickly and with open space being visible through the wreckage many Savvage ships had taken off at lightspeed to hidden fortresses.Cannon fire continued, but this time it was at the thing that had come so suddenly. Isijytal had slipped passed the slaughter and found herself coming to Dijynns command ship.

Medese had been thrown back as the shockwave of the explosion had rocked the ship, the blast of magic that had come forth from his wand had soared off and destroyed a handful of control panels. Even with Dijynn about to be slain the guards were unmoved and even now they remained frozen, the pilots hyper at the gap between the Laran and Myrrian ships. Dijynn had quickly recovered and took up one of his blades, piercing Medese through the shoulder, missing his heart as Irivia had unsteadied his hand by driving the feathered tip of her broken spear into his back. He let out a ghastly cry, his form momentarily becoming draconid, and then turned to Irivia but was fell by Medese as he swished his wand and a spell of death was cast, but Dijynn was simply left unconscious by the blast, Medese being dragged off by Irivia as the guards continued to watch on in disinterest.

The ship had scrambled to life and yet no one had paid any mind to the two myrrians as they hobbled through the halls.

A glamour was cast on them by Dijynn himself who applauded them for their attempt and offered them safe passage, regaining himself quickly, honoring their strength. With their ship destroyed, finding that the hall where the gate was pressure locked. It destroyed by a great dragon who had been let loose into the fray, Medese and Irivia had made their way to find a ship, skulking in shadows and ducking beneath piping to hide from the crew who had gotten busy to preparing for hyper jump.

They had found Esto outside in the hall, the rose caped guard slain alongside her.

A Savvage ship they found, managing to pilot it with only two, learning quickly the alien control system. They had drawn away from Dijynns ship and made their way for the edge of battle, Irivia dogging fire from both sides.

When they had thought themselves in the clear, Torill and Angdira discovering it to be them, they were set upon by Myrrian jets and as Angdira contacted the jets to tell them that the Songbird was aboard it, its wing went up in flame and the crew of the jet watched in horror as Medese’s ship fell from the battle, being caught by the pull of Valore and descending into orbit while encased in flame.

Torill’s ship was captured and escorted by force to the Laran’s empress flagship, the gigantic ship who went unharmed by the chaos.

The crew were shackled, being deemed traitors to her majesty's militia. Meanwhile Rhomerem had gained a chance to fire upon DIjynns command ship as it’s shields were brought down and many vital systems had been damaged before the ship had transferred to it’s lighter shields for light travel. The coordinates set by the ship were read by the Empress as with it’s shield down the ship was vulnerable to data scanning and so as DIjynn sped off into the stars Rhomerem followed. The Savvage ship was forced to break it’s speed, however, to do repairs and when they had they found that they were being chased by a Laran ship, their shields drawn up quickly as the reading of the Empress breaking from light speed was sent to the command bay. Dijynn’s ship rained fire from its long distant turrets to the stalking ship, hoping to keep them drawn at a distance while they attended to the system malfunctions.

The others ships were kept busy by the monster of Isijytal and she herself had followed behind incognito, coming too late to DIjynns ship and it beamed off before she could board.

This carried on for a whole week, Dijynn always being just out of reach of Rhomerems ship, but others had joined the chase and a small ship had convened with the Empress and those left behind at Valore had come to slay the dreaded monster of Isijytal and its body turned to stardust with its demise. Of Torill and his crew, there is little to be told. Angdira and the other four were held separate, comfortably in furnished cells. Torill was treated as if he were of the Quajyn and was locked away in a prison cell where the only light was the dull hum of a white tube. They were questioned and told only the truth of how they led an assault only to grant the Songbird his wish of Assassinating Dijynn. At this Rhomerem scoffed and retorted;

“Perhaps the truth is you were leading these innocent Myrrians and their most beloved Songbirds to your master, as offering of your good faith, seducing them with blackmagic,” he hissed to him and Torill gave no response, but this accusation outraged the others. They believed Medese dead and would not stand for the defilement of the Illibans good name.

Dijynns ship had held it's shield for the days that had come to follow, the ship complaining greatly as it was growing weaker with the distance made, its fuel ran low and the energy cells depleted slowly, the occasional fire of Rhomerem wore the shield to the bone.

On the eighth day the crew of Dijynns command ship was sent up into a broiling craze as the ships systems were shutting down, energy levels running low as the Quajyn ships were not built for long distance travel and rather for battle defense.

In his prison Torill sat silent, seeing himself calmed by meditation, picturing the garden of Illomon about as the days had passed and in the captivity of Angdira and his crew; Dejisviv whose hair was held in a knot with blue needles and her amber skin painted with scars and freckles. Ririvin whose pale green eyes were like spring grass and whose height was higher than those of the company, her hair pale strawberry. Phaidimv whose delight was of dancing and she was fair and lean. Vamosin was the wife of a paladin whose renown was spread wide through the stars as she was a fierce swordtress and so too was Vamosin. There story ends here, though of many rebellions in the coming wars that would follow in the wake of Dijynns conquests and defeats, would be named after them. Angdira was bitter and so planned an escape as he could not sit in waiting while there remained a chance that Medese lived.

“Worry not friend, he lives,” was all the Torill said before being dragged away to the deep bowels of the ship and Angdira was left wordless for though he was sceptical he somehow felt that his words were true, feeling Medese out there in his soul. So it was on the seventh day of the chase that followed Dijynn, whose ship out ran the empress, and the empress out running the others that joined in the chase, that the escape had happened.

As guards came to them in the late hour to bring food and water, Phaidimv had seized him and held him silent as Ririvin and Vamosin had tackled the guards outside the door and as Angdira bid them a farewell they were brought to tears and when the ship would return to Valore where they would be imprisoned on the island of Srividi’ati.

Angdira snuck off into the ship, finding Laran armour to fit his height and built; a faded orange suit with grey stripes falling upon the shoulders and with a utility belt he wore around his waist. He passed through the grey and white halls in guise of a mechanic and had set to looking for Torill and after some questioning and map ready had discovered Torill to be kept away in a prison block secluded from the rest of the ship.He passed by the guards who stood before the entrance of the prison block and came into Torill’s cell, finding him kept in reflection.

Angdira threw his glove at Torill and he jolted to attention, delighted at Angdira’s coming and in secret Torill was broken free of his prison, being directed by Angdira to sneak through the ventilation system as he distracted the guards and with their plan a success Torill was guided by Andira to a ship bay.

They waited behind crates for the maintenance crews and engineers to leave the shipyard, the hour of inspection was now and so the crews would not be met here when a ship stolen.

At last the bay was emptied and only a few guards stood by the most regal ships, ambassador class ships that were reserved for the most esteemed of crew members; generals, captains, and posh commanders who were seen by themselves as important, far more than those that made the majority of the crew. Torill followed closely behind Angdira who led him to a sailed Laran ship whose metal was grey and the interior polished and pristine, the honey colored sails drawn already.

“Why have you led me to freedom?” Torill questioned once they were on board and Angdira smiled and drew from the bag he had been carrying the whole time, a cloak of black scales gifted to Torill by Carn, a cloak Angdira had to hunt down as it was kept locked away with the other effects of the prisoners kept aboard.

“You believe he is alive and that is all that matters. I am not freeing you, I am sending you to find him, Toshall, to find my Songbird,” He answered with teary eyes and a shaky voice, a strain on his face as he fought back the need to cry.

“What will happen to you?” Torill questioned, holding him at arms lengths by his shoulders while looking deeply into his eyes,

“What will they do to you my friend?”

“Nothing, perhaps,” He simply answered and then they turned quickly as one of the two who stood at the top of the ramp that led into the ship moved slightly and they found them touched by the sentiment for they too were Myrrians.

Angdira moved to stand before him so he could push them back to allow for Torills escape, but at that moment the whole ship shook and all four were thrown to their hands and knees.

“Woe has come!” declared the second of the two strangers and beyond the empress there indeed had come a foul beast who was a long serpent, for Isijytal and Dijynn beloved snakes and drakens, with six legs and wings that were painted in a grand mural that appeared like the wings of a monarch, if it weren’t that they were long and frayed like the fins of a tropical fish. It had a body of bony ridges and it breath dust that could strip an armored immortal to the bone. It wrapped its body around the ship, digging its nails into the metal plating and tearing sails with its jaws and destroying the fighters set to it with its breath like diamond rain. Bue was its name and it was a sibling to Torim, though Bue would not be slain here. Dijynns ship was allowed a safe escape as the other ships were held back too, though once the battle was dragged on a smaller ship would flee from the battle, following the path of Dijynn and would beset him, caught in surprise, and would wound his ship greatly so that though the battle would be won by Dijynn, he would still be caught in a dire state and would abandon ship in a jet. As he flew off from the sinking ship there would be a call and Dijynn would be brought by means of enchantment to a fortune teller whose abode was set on an abandoned station that was kept as a satellite in orbit of an icy moon.

“You will not stop us!” Angdira had declared as he jumped forward and disarmed the first Myrrian, taking from her the short sword that was held at her hip and held the tip of the blade to her throat and with magic Torill had kept the second Myrrian glued to the spot.

“He is no seducer and I will not let you stop him going to his lover,” Angdira hissed.

“We will not stop you, but you need pilots don’t you,” The first Myrrian answered and Angdira was put off by this slightly and in his disbelief the Myrrian had disarmed him in turn, throwing the blade aside and marching past Torill who then released the second Myrrian when she had passed.

“I am Tomaga, now come we must be quick,” The first Myrrian urged and though the second was a little conflicted, she followed.

“I’m Mivinirval,” She introduced too as she passed by him.

Torill went to them but Angdira had not moved to follow and Torill had noticed this,

“What is the matter?” He inquired with deep concern.

“I will not come with you,” He answered somberly, “I will not leave my sisters.”

Torill nodded in understanding and before Angdira could turn to leave Torill had pulled him into a crushing embrace,

“Brother..” He uttered and Angdira hugged him back before pushing Torill away from him, motioning him to hurry.

“My love is with you Toshall,” He cried as he ran out from the ship as the ramp lifted and Torill did all he could to hold back the tears.

The two Myrrian pilots were not as skilled as the Sisters, but they had managed to escape the fray with minimal damage taken, pushing past the ruin and wreckage, looking on Bue with absolute terror. They had escaped and made their journey back to Valore that would take nearly two days, though only for the fact that by travelling in lightspeed their ship could be easily tracked. Isijytal had seen their fleeing and knowing Torill to be on that ship by means of magic, she followed closely behind and to her aid she called battleships. It wasn’t until they had come into Orphes that Isijytal had come upon them, firing upon their ship but dealing minimal damage as her blasts had missed all vital systems and weak spots in the fighters armor. The dogfight was held above Isis, the world of a thousand faces. When the battle was won by the Laran fighter they had drawn off and at last Valore had come into view and a whole week from his home world had left him homesick, though only because his home was a young Myrrian that healed his broken soul. As they came upon Valore Tomaga had, with some expert scanning, found the faded signal of a crashed Myrrian ship in Morlathain and they knew this to be of Medese’s ship for its product number and class status. As they set out for the signal they were assaulted again by Isijytal, Savvage ships coming out of light speed at that moment and there was a storm of cannon fire and the Laran ship had dodged it

all with simple luck, though as they drew closer to Valore a sail had been sent ablaze and the Myrrian pilots had set it’s collision shields on and they fell into orbit.