Free The Rising Sun: Episode 5 by J Hawk

five blasts would have taken any
ordinary person’s hearing, and even for his sound mystic powers,
the sudden loud noise left panic splitting him like a dagger. He
kept himself together, unfaltering, and lunged…
     
    His hair few back as he soared gracefully
across ten feet, rising to the chest level of the foremost of the
giant robots. Barely hearing his own crazy warscream, he sent his
sword slicing right through the wide torso of the robot, flying
between its right arm. As he landed behind and rolled over the
ground, he saw the robot he had cut stagger a step or two, before
coming to the ground in two giant, useless metallic pieces.
     
    Two of the remaining four kept focus to Qyro
and Vestra, shooting at them while they dodged at thoughtspeed and
raced forth towards them. The other two slowly turned over to face
Ion, their canon and missile launcher arms rising. Ion held out a
hand, focussing every bit of his reserves … and a smash sprung out of his hand. It crashed into one of the giant robots,
which was crushed like tin foil and sent flying back …
     
    Meanwhile, Qyro and Vestra launched
themselves towards the other two firing at them, their shining
swords swirling, ready for the kill…
     
    As the last robot facing him rolled its
missile launcher, moments from deploying one, Ion did the only
thing left: his blade’s shining orange light seemed to draw
swirling shimmers over the metallic floors, the walls, ceiling, and
the robot’s body itself as it went flying towards the robot. It met
Ion’s aim with deadly precision, cleaving right through the torso.
It slashed through the robot’s torso with a shower of sparks. The
upper half of the robot wobbled and toppled to the ground, and the
lower half followed a second later, with two loud thuds , one
a second after the other.
     
    Ion held out and caught his sword as it came
twirling over the air and back to him, in a full circle.
     
    The three of them looked at each other from
three different ends of the room, standing over the remains of the
five giant robots. One of them had been crushed by Ion’s smash. The
other four had been chopped apart - two by him, and one by Qyro and
Vestra each.
     
    “You guys all right?” Ion called to the other
two, who gave a swift nod in response. “Great.”
     
    He turned and faced the giant ship, with its
familiar, gleaming eyes. As it had before, a ramp caved out from
the bottom of the ship, landing on the ground before them.
     
    Feeling a smile play at his lips, Ion turned
to the other two, who were walking up towards him.
     
    “We’re on.”
     
     
    The three of them boarded the ship, and sent
it blasting out of the space station without a second’s hesitation.
Sitting over the pedestal, Ion checked Flamebird, using his mind to
search it for any sort of hidden tracking device that might have
been implanted by the Naxim. Sensing none, he set the ship in
autopilot and drew himself up from the pedestal, exiting the bubble
like encasing. His eyes stalled on the table upfront, and he felt a
great swell of relief to find the crystal perched before the four
screens, right where he had left it.
     
    I’m never losing sight of that thing
again. he thought, snatching the crystal from the table and
stuffing it back into his pocket.

 
     
9
     
     
     
    Vaniox, Eldyym Kingdom, Cluster 26
     
    Atop a giant tower in the city stood a most
peculiar group of people: one of them was a short, elderly man and
next to him stood a Brownling with golden hair, both of them
cloaked. Behind them, standing in a line, were what looked like a
bunch of men made of a glowing, orange substance that left their
entire forms lit like torches.
     
    Mantra smiled as he gazed across the towers
rising before him, at a particular one not more than hundred metres
away from where they now were.
     
    “That’s where our dear target is.” he told
Dantox, who was also surveying the tower with narrowed eyes. “The
one who holds the key to what we’re