The Purple Praetorian

Part 7.

I entered the Yautja temple and ran through the stone halls. The voices were still echoing in my head, repeating the same phrases over and over again. I clutched my head and looked down at the floor, my breaths were hard and heavy.

"Leave me alone..!" I yelled in English.

Why won't these voices leave me alone? Who do they belong to? And most importantly, why do I hear them? When these voices first appeared, I genuinely believed that I was simply hearing things or "daydreaming". But as hearing them a second time, I knew I wasn't daydreaming. This is something else, something much different. I haven't heard anything like this in the almost 5 years of my life, why do I hear them now of all times?

The commanding voices and sounds of explosions began to fade away, bringing me a sense of relief. The voices subsided as I got to my feet, breathing a relieved sigh along with slight chuckle. Thank Pala the voices are gone. Even though it was only the second time hearing them, I felt the pain of the owners of the voices. I do not understand why I do, and I desire to find out. Turning to exit the temple, I felt a breeze brush past me. Oh, I know what that means.

"Grandfather? Is that you?" I ask aloud.

His translucent figure then faded into existence a few feet away, his back was facing me until I asked for him. Turaks spirit turned to see me, clicking curiously.

"Xeno? It has been some time since you have come to talk." He clicks.

"I know I haven't been here to talk for a while, and I'm sorry I haven't come here sooner."

Grandfather must have noticed my strange behavior as he looked somewhat confused.

"Something troubles you, my descendant."

"Something DOES trouble me, Grandfather. But you wouldn't understand what it is. Hell, even I don't understand it."

"Xeno, I lived for well over 700 years. I have seen many things, I believe I may have some idea of what you experience." Turak crossed his arms.

Maybe he WILL understand what is going on, he had lived much longer than me. Perhaps he could provide an answer as to why I hear the voices. With a heavy sigh, I look to his smoky ghostly figure.

"I've been hearing voices within my mind. One very firm and commanding, another responding to it along with the sounds of explosions. They say the same phrases over and over."

Turak stood there, dumbfounded at my statement.

"Hm, you were right. I wouldn't understand. I have never heard of such a phenomenon, when did these voices start?" He asks.

"Ever since I left Popatera spaceport. Actually now that I think about it, I did meet someone there. More like something."

"Oh? Do tell me who or what you met." Grandfather gestured me to follow him, which of course I did.

"It's rather hard to describe. But...try to picture a human male, okay? Only this human is twice my size, made entirely of dark grey metal, has a deep yet calm voice, and wears a dark green glass mask over his face. He called himself Lockdown, and said he was called a Cybertronian." 

Grandfathers eyes widened at my explanation, a shocked and disbelief expression plastered his face. I noticed this and turned my large head to him, confused.

"Grandfather?" I ask.

"Xeno, I strongly believe you met the very same entity that my commanding officer had encountered centuries ago." He snarled.

"Wait, what??"

"Him and his a group of youngblods were returning from a successful hunt on Earth when we received an incoming transmission, his ship was pulled into a much larger vessel. The youngbloods went out to confront the one responsible, but when my commanding officer went to investigate...the youngbloods were gone. Vanished, never to be seen again. The only thing he saw was described as a large entity wearing a mask approaching his ship, and as Yautja cannot see the full color spectrum, he couldn't give much more of a description. He was lucky enough to get out of there alive." Grandfather explained.