The wrecked ship, sitting in the desert, was as lonely as one thought it would be. Blistering heat warmed its metal hull as it waited patiently. Waiting for its saviour to bring back its glory days in the sky. Yet for every folk and animal who passed the ship, they had no intention or need to pick it up. To pluck it out of its misery.
A hum of an active spaceship could be heard not far. Sand blown away as it made its descent. The presence of the newcomer mocked its ancestor. Its exterior was much more polished and fixed. Rectify the errs pictured from the fallen.
A hiss and the door opened, revealing its honourable owner. White polished armour clinked noisily for every step they took. Red hair flowing like waves behind them.
The desert sun shone mercilessly on them and the slight breeze picked up speed. This prompted the newcomer to hasten their pace.
"Lady Satriantar! Your armour will get dirty! " A young maid scurried after the warrior with quick steps. Satriantar made no move to acknowledge the cries of her lady-in-waiting as she beelined towards the decrepit spaceship.
She lingered around the doorway before pulling out her sword. Electric sparks fizzed and crackled around the makeshift blade, and with that, the lady stabbed it into what she assumed was the key scanner. The doors creaked open to her presence and coughed out a musty smell with dusty cobwebs. The lady-in-waiting shrieked louder to prevent her Queen from embarking further.
Before Satriantars' lady-in-waiting could chide her for her unabashed behaviour, the lady clad in armour put her hand up to silence the other.
" Go back to the ship and stay there. I would like to be unescorted," Satriantar ordered before disappearing into the darkness, unafraid.
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Satriantar loomed over the old bot on the floor. Its pixel green eyes blinked before orienting the dots of whom this towering figure could be.
Past Regent, Recently Crowned Queen Ratna Satriantar
"What brings you here, Lady Satriantar?" It croaked robotically.
Its fans clicked and started whirring. Databot pushed itself off the floor slowly.
Said warrior looked around. She stared at the books by her feet. They were thick, written in the language she knew nothing of. Supposedly long dead. Satriantar picked one up gingerly and carefully flipped through the pages. Humming at every striking illustration. It was unfamiliar, but the pictures of skulls and purple candles gave a telling that it was a spell book of sorts.
When Databot was able to find a semblance of gravity, it promptly greeted her with a bow mid-air. Satriantar huffed and finally locked eyed with the bots' gaze.
"Databot"
"That is I, yes", Databot confirmed, "What service does my Lady require?"
Satriantar looked around once more before focusing on the book. She flipped through the pages once again before closing it with a soft 'thump'.
"You read all these?" She tapped her ironclad finger on the leather, nearly scraping the delicate gold leaf. The warrior inwardly winced, she should have called off these horrid designs from the blacksmiths' hands.
Data bots' eyes shrunk before it shone whole again. It slowly wrapped its hands around the book, before removing it out of Satiantars' grasp. It gingerly arranged the artefact with a few others on the shelf, slowly with a scrutinised eye. A historical treasure, the warrior guessed.
Satriantar patiently waited, arms lax beside her as she observed the fallen tapestries on the floor. She noticed that one happened to be the missing banner from her Kingdom. She observed the decrepit room with more scrutiny.
'A fallen pirate ship of sorts...', the assumption reeled in her mind. Her eyes lingered at the rows of books on the shelves, 'Captain must have known what real treasure was'.
Her train of thought was cut off when Databot chimed loudly, having registered Satriantars' question.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I've read all of them... twice. Thrice even", Databot boasted, flying back to humour the Lady.
If Satriantar had not worn her mask, Data bot might have seen her blink incredulously. Instead, she let a chuckle slip away to consider herself amused at the old bots' feelings. The warrior then hummed under her breath, arms folded neatly despite the armours' sharp edges. Her fingers unconsciously tapped her hips.
Databot remained staring at the lady. Nervous tapping, humming and frequently lost in thought. She was indecisive on a certain matter, it seems. Although her face was hidden behind the bulky mask, Data bot was sure she was staring at the roof of the sheltered library. As if waiting for a revelation.
A few moments later, Satriantar sighed and leaned closer to the bot, kneeling down, so she would not loom over it. A friendly gesture.
"If you are true to your word. Then tell me. Tell me that you are aware of the elemental spheras," Santriantar whispered under her breath. As if sharing a secret known by only them, afraid of being heard in this secured shelter.
Databot blinked at that statement. Its curiosity was piqued.
"Yes, I do. In fact-"
"I meant, all seven of them"
Data bot blinked once again. It raised a finger, telling her to be patient before taking its time to process the answer.
It didn't take long. There was something lacking. The lack thereof made the old bot worry.
" I do..." It repeated. Then a pause,"... but Lady Satriantar, your power...", Databot hesitated. It remained floating still before zooming to different parts of the ancient library, pushing away books and flipping furiously through a few chosen ones.
It took a while before Databot returned to Queens' side. Its face was unresponsive and void of understanding, hesitant to inform the bad news.
There was a gap of information that should have been there. Databot had run through multiple analyses and comparisons, but it remained. Aren't people raving about these elementals? Elementals were considered celestial, powerful even and a legend of fables to planets afar. They were the zenith of the super society. The history of all seven might be buried in time, but it was undoubtedly recorded and theorised to an extent.
Beliung belonged to a lineage of royalty and novelty. Fire and Ice were from rivalling tribes that managed to coexist yet remain in conflict. Light and Crystal were an anomaly. Balak remained with the young maidens of planet nature. Yet, the Voltra elemental had no records. No written entries, theories, books. Just rumours, but it wasn't a lot. Questionable even. There was a spreading message that it was still young. Too young compared to others.
A thesis should have been written about that obvious jarring gap in Databots' storage.
Databot risked itself nonetheless. Who were they to turn down a fellow seeker of knowledge?
"Your power Lady Satriantar-", it spoke up once again as benevolent Satriantar patiently waited.
" -It's a feared elemental that reigns with the others. Although the origins are unknown", Databot finally stated, worry seeped through its mechanical tone. "I apologise if your trip was not worth the effort".
Satriantar shook her head.
"No, it is a relief actually".
Databot stared with wide, pixelated eyes at the madwoman in front of him. Satriantar did not laugh. Her hands shifted to rest on her hips once again.
"It means that the wayward tales have not reached you. I am glad", Satriantar reasoned.
She took Data bot's hand gently and urged him nearer.
"In fact, I am here to tell you the truth" She whispered, voice low and endearing.
"And you will be the first to know"
EDITED 4/09/23
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