Free Shattered Light by Viola Grace Page B

giggled.
    She opened her eyes and looked down. The black suit was in place and definitely what she was in the mood for. Her hair was up in a braid and twist, just as she had imagined.
    “Nice, you do good work.”
    I will do what I can to keep you happy. You are my Avatar now, we are stuck together.
    “I know.”
    Why are you speaking out loud?
    “Because it gives me the feeling of being independent.”
    It will give you the feeling of being crazy if you do it in front of the assembly.
    Is that today?
    Better. Yes. The sooner we get them to attack, the better. I am tired of the Vorwings running my world and stealing my people.
    What are the Vorwings?
    Leftovers from a sloppy universe. They seeded themselves throughout populations and took over entire sectors of space. Now they have been beaten back to the edges but they are still dangerous and exceptionally annoying.
    The image that filled her mind was a handsome species with lavender skin, dark eyes and bright wings. More images followed, including those of the handsome creatures torturing and abusing folk near them.
    Got it. Look pretty, but pure evil.
    Precisely. They want to lock their genes into every living world and we can’t let them do that. Resicor would give them a tremendous population to sow their seeds in. That is not the plan I had for my children and it will stop now.
    The quiet words in her mind echoed with the fury of the world within her.
    To the capitol then. I am dressed and you are angry, this should be fun.
    Just go.
    Yes, ma’am.
    Smirking, Trala took off, flying through the skies with no worries about the monitors and the defence systems. They didn’t matter to her now. There was nothing that could be done to her now that wouldn’t have amazingly violent repercussions to Resicor. They were becoming one and that meant that Trala could soon move the power of the world beneath her as if she was painting a portrait of light and power.
    Flying over occupied areas was empowering for those who lived there. Any military vessels that chose to chase her were pushed down to the ground to think about what they had done. Minute gravity wells were just big enough to a warship down, and not much else.
    Taking over a government was not something she could achieve alone, so she broadcast a signal that rippled through the world. Those that could help, would.
    Trala looked at the capitol city and watched it grow larger in her view. It all had to begin here, she had to cut the head off the serpent in the most direct way. Today, the government of Resicor would fall and her people would prepare for war. No pressure.
     
    The square in front of the council building was packed with armed men and women. Resicor moved into complete control and their clothing and weapons returned to the planet.
    “Greetings, children. I am Resicor. This is my Avatar, Trala Sheewah. I would suggest you step aside. I need to make a call.”
    Trala was gaping at the exposure of the military and Resicor just walked past her children and headed into the seat of power.
     
    Two hours later they were in front of the com unit and making their call. Trala was reeling at the amount of nudity that was gracing the halls.
    Resicor had a plan for those who opposed her and it was twofold. Anyone who stood in her way with a weapon would have it removed from them by taking it down to its molecular base. Any attack by psychic means would be shown what it meant to touch the mind of a living world without permission. The halls were littered with telepaths and empaths who had made that mistake.
    “Gant, it is so good to see you.”
    Trala could feel Resicor smile with her lips. The other face on the screen had the same mix of eye colours that she knew was happening in her own features.
    “It is good to see you out at long last. Are you in motion?”
    “I am. Please call the others as we discussed. I can feel them coming for my people and they are not strong enough to save themselves.”
    “The Citadel