Dark Star [18+]

Chapter 15

"Planet E, M, R, S," Maelstrom stands at the helm of E's spaceship with Lyra as they fiddle with the controls, "...are we low on fuel, Lyra?"

"Mm, maybe, Ephereum, can you give it a kick?" Lyra asks one of my babies Stealthing before me. I've been strapped into a seat, while my other sons are too shy right now to drop their invisibility.

Thud!

I hear a loud bang near the control panel.

"Don't actually kick it, Ereum," I hear a deeply masculine and sour toned reprimand, coupled with a shimmering fanged scowl from the seat opposite me, "Pull from the star core..."

"I can do it, Ora," I hear a snap back, and then I see the floor glowing and pulsing – while the spaceship lifts up into the sky, the star core back online.

I hear a sour sigh and then I see Diasphora drop his Stealth to look at me. He is a bright bronze, a handsome young E, but with no scars and reddish stripes across his skin.

"Moga," Diasphora leans toward me, crossing his arms over his chest as he tells me straight, "Mars will try to kill you. Just so you know."

"I will make my own judgement," I snap a bit at this.

"If he does try it," Ephereum drops his Stealth next, standing at Diasphora's seat – he's taller like Alpha Centauri, but with a lighter sheen to the blue skin and long black hair, "We'll stop him."

"I just don't believe it's this bad – if it was, once he sees me, then –" I try to reason Mars' new temperament away.

"Mars is dying," Diasphora cuts me off and tells me this – only for Maelstrom to hiss and cut him off with a snarl.

"Shut it," Maelstrom pulls a bow from the wall, lighting it with energy, "Keep your predictions to yourself, Diasphora."

"Well he's not eating. And we all witnessed the moment he turned on his own squad – Moga, he tried to kill Neptune and Terra for failing to protect you from the abduction by the humans," Entrpy explains.

"My father," Diasphora speaks proudly, "Stepped up to lead. And put Mars down. Feral Kor."

"I. Said. Be quiet –" Maelstrom's bow starts to charge quickly, and Lyra moves in front of him to put her hand on the bow, calming the light weapon.

"We are on the way to Protected Planet E M R S, we'll be there soon," Lyra says sweetly, kindly, her eyes a shade of velvet green as she smiles up at Maelstrom, "It's okay, big brother. Miracles do happen."

"We won't need a miracle, he's not dying," Maelstrom chokes up as he speaks quietly to her.

"You both need to grow up," Diasphora sounds just like E, just a lot younger and more cutting, "The reality is that Mars is in a dark cell to preserve what little sanity remains. While everyone accused my father of being insane, he never broke this hard. With Moga's absence, Mars gave so much to her, he was left with nothing but Nemortica," Diasphora speaks the Elion tongue.

It silences all of them.

Maelstrom death stares him, but Lyra steps forward and puts a hand on Diasphora's arm, urging him to buckle up. He does, while Lyra walks to the twins and also guides them to a seat each, on either side of me.

Then Lyra returns to Maelstrom's side and tugs him closer to the navigation sphere, "...Nemortica can be turned with Enterima Nexa. Moga has to be Epsha. Will she be?"

Maelstrom nods, "Yes, I've told you I know she will be."

"What are you saying?" I speak up, "Are you speaking their tongue?"