Ultraya: Revival

Chapter 51: Leaving Warturf

08/02/4014 AD – 12:00 – Warturf – Kyheedra Ocean – Near Shorophrou – Lyshaspeare

The Lyshaspeare was resting atop the surface of the Kyheedra Ocean; it had been there since around four in the morning. Aside from it being far too big to fit into Shorophrou, most people did not wish to see the state of the port in the daylight. It barely resembled the beautiful monument it once was: the beaches had been charred, bits and pieces of various air and seacraft had washed ashore, buildings had crumbled to the depths, and Human bodies littered the murky waters; the metal Wyperian bodies had all sank along with the Fatal Holiday. Amongst those bodies was Clustrava; Staruthia thought that a burial at sea would be the best way to pay tribute. Warturf was her daughter's favourite planet and Shorophrou her favourite town. Not that they would have had time to bury everyone anyway.

The reunited Elites of Teams A and B (+Kira, -Alexis) had gathered in an incredibly large meeting room in the central building of the command ship. This meeting room was much fancier than the ones on the Carazstar: velvet material sofas, several beige-coloured desks, with keyboards and screens attached to them surrounded the room, windows on one side reached out into the open world whilst small star-shaped glass planes decorated the ceiling. Hidden behind these stars was the reactor to the Miracle Spear energy cannon; the idea behind this design choice was that as the cannon was firing, it would dim the meeting room lights and the light emitted from the reactor would shine through the glass, creating a look of a starry sky in the meeting room. As was the case with the Carazstar, the Lyshaspeare was never meant to be a warship; the Miracle Spear was previously used to blast apart meteors that would hit a ship or planet if left unchecked.

Kira was sitting at a desk, in basic military casualwear, looking at footage of her sister in combat throughout the past few months. Kira's eyes glistened as she saw Alexis just how she imagined she would be: killing Wyperians in style and saving the day, she even still fought with a Moirai.

"Millenicel!" Kira waved him over. "What are these? And why are they piercing right through shields?" she was pointing at Alexis's Irhapas.

"That's a complicated one", Millenicel said as he started to type a date and time into the monitor displaying archived footage. "You'll find your answer right here". He pressed the enter key and the footage began to display footage from midnight onwards. Kira watched with a mixture of emotions; emotions that became more conflicted when she witnessed the two sisters desperately trying to kill one another.

"This wasn't my fault... was it?" Kira looked back at Millenicel.

"No: you thought your sister was dead. Not only that but she had black hair and red eyes".

"That's not what I meant... I mean was this the result of the curse?"

"Huh? Alexis told me that you weren't supposed to know about that".

"Yeah, well I overhear things".

"Well said curse comes with a few benefits, I.E. these Perish Bullets of hers".

"MILLENICEL!" Staruthia barged into the meeting room, almost swinging the door off the hinges; she was in metal form unlike everyone else in the room. "Do you know how many people we lost in this operation of yours?!"

"I don't-" Millenicel stuttered.

"Two Spaciairrers, five Carazstars, countless Mylialta, and ninety-thousand members of the Ultrayan Alliance!" she answered her own question.

"But we did successfully capture Warturf, as well as recruiting Kira and the Psykhodarks!" Millenicel attempted to push his case.

"Ah yes, the young Miss Kira Destiny", the elder squatted down and put her glass visor to Kira's eyes.