Free The Rising Sun: Episode 6 by J Hawk Page A

these
unknown intruders in their ship.
     
    “Err, guys,” The forced calm in Vestra’s
voice trembled as she gazed out the window, at the Xeni who came
surging towards them. “We should be leaving right about … now! ”
     
    Qyro stood behind the desk, operating the
ship, while the other three stood behind, watching with widened
eyes as the black cloaked figures came dashing in towards them.
     
    “Go, go!” Mantra hissed, placing a hand on
Qyro’s shoulder. “Take the ship off! Now or never!”
     
    Sweating, Qyro toggled through the holo
screens rising over the desk with his hands flying. The pack of
Xeni, wielding drawn and ignited sabers, had almost reached
them…
     
    But Qyro hit a final key on the holo digitpad
and with a dry shudder, the ship was airborne. They saw the ground
drop through the window. The cloaked figures clustered around where
the ship had been, their hands raised, their furious voices
reaching them even up here.
     
    “Thanks for the lift, guys.” smirked Qyro. He
hit a final button on the desk, and the ship twisted about and
blasted into space, leaving endless black to fill the window.
     
    Mantra turned to Ion and Vestra. “Go get the
Xeni we’ve knocked out.”
     
    __________
     
     
    Rygar felt his heartrate zoom out of control
as the true depth of the situation slowly reached him. After slowly
hovering back out of consciousness, he had found himself lying by
the wall of their ship’s control room, the ship the Xeni had driven
to this planet. But as he processed what he was seeing, he realised
that the people in this room weren’t Xeni…
     
    He sat up straight, his eyes darting between
the four people he saw before him. And then he remembered what had
happened before he had been knocked out.
     
    Mantra slowly trotted forward, leaning down
over him with fury and resolve blazing in his white eyes. The other
three youngsters whose names he didn’t know stood behind their
master.
     
    Rygar’s hand twitched, longing to reach for
his sword slung around his back, when he realised that it wasn’t
there anymore: the Nyon had disarmed him while he’d been
unconscious. And they had taken their ship from them. Rygar was the
only Xeni here. And then the true hopelessness of the situation
crashed over him.
     
    Mantra bent lower upon him and breathed,
“Now, more for your own good than for ours … tell us
everything.”
     
    Rygar steadied himself with all the effort
possible, as Mantra glared down upon him with a look of steel in
his eyes. As the silence between them drew on, he collected
everything, weighing his options.
     
    After Zardin had taken the conch from Mantra,
he had informed Rygar of the plan with which they would ambush the
watchmen, the same plan which Rygar knew was now in implementation
… Dantox, the spy they were having with the Nyon for a long time
now, would be in Vorgos, a planet somewhere in the outer spectrum.
And there, he would use the conch to summon the watchmen … right
into the ambush. The trap. A trap that would have them all killed
…
     
    It would be happening right now.
     
    Anytime now, the watchmen would be summoned
by Dantox to the planet Vorgos. And minutes into their arrival,
they would all be dead.
     
    Faced with no other choice, Rygar lowered his
resistance and submitted:
     
    “The watchmen are being summoned into a trap
… it’s happening in the planet Vorgos, in the far side of the outer
spectrum.”
     
    Silence struck the hull after his words. A
grim, tense silence…
     
    Mantra’s face remained just as unchanged as
ever, but something in his posture had stiffened. The other three
youngsters could be seen with visible looks of shock and alarm.
     
    “It’s happening right now.” Rygar said,
shaking his head.
     
    Rygar had not lied: this was the plan … But,
he withheld that one crucial piece of information.
     
    The one crucial aspect that had given the
Xeni their true edge over the Nyon all along.
     
    “It doesn’t make