The Fallen Kingdom

Chapter 8

Jet looked at the bodies of Wassa and Mer'ha with disgust. He hated getting his hands dirty. It was only through a miracle that he had been able to get rid of both Necros. He decided not to wipe his hands due to him needing to kill everyone on the ship regardless. He took a step out of the cell and looked around. Stepping outside, he looked at his cell and realized that cameras weren't needed because of the one-way walls. 

He needed to find the security room. Returning into the cell, he searched the bodies for anything that might prove useful. There were two badges, most likely used for certain doors, a knife, and a weapon that resembled a pistol if not for it's unique shape. Tucking the Necros gun into his pants, he made his way towards the interrogation room.

The security room should be around here somewhere. Bingo.

At the side of the door, there was a keypad along with a place for one of the badges. He slipped one of the badges and then thought about a possible combination. He thought, maybe it's the year the war started.

Typing in the numbers 3-0-0-5, he was met with a satisfying click. Opening the door, He snuck in to be greeted with two guards, one sleeping and the other monitoring the panel that had a view of several locations of the ship.

Jet crept toward the sleeping guard, covered his mouth, and then stabbed him in the throat. Once the deed was done for that guard, he made his way to the other guard. He approached the other guard and performed the same type of attack. 

With both guards dead, he looked at one of the nearby panels that had a map of the ship. On the map, there were moving lights, probably meant to signify where the crew members are. The exit was nearby, yet there were three lights in that location. He would need to take them all out. It would be more simple to cut off the power, and then eliminate the remaining crew.

Jet memorized the route and exited the cabin.

***

General Diaz sat down at the bar and began thinking of the events that just happened.

So what exactly happened? Two soldiers attacked me. One was a lieutenant. No doubt, work of the Necros. How corrupted is the military? If what Jet has told is true, very.

Three men approached him. Two of them were large and bulky while the man in the center was short and pudgy. 

"Can I help you, gents?" asked Diaz.

"In fact, my friend, you can. Or rather, we can help you," was what the center man replied.

Smiling, Diaz held out his hand and said, "Nice to see you again, Sil."

Grabbing Diaz's hand, he smiled as well and said, "How have you been? It has been a while, no?"

"Sorry, Sil. I need a favor. Let's cut this short and right to the point. I need a place to lay low, while still being able to do work."

"I have just what you need. Head to this location." He handed Diaz a piece of paper. "Once you go there, contact an Electrojolt by the name of Ock'se. He will bring you to the nearest safe-house. I would take you myself, but eh, safety reasons. You understand, no?"

"Completely. Now, uh while we're here, why don't you tell your men to get rid of the two Hydros at booth three?

***

There were screams. They came from the Necros king. He yelled something inaudible. The shadows grabbed Garrar and took him somewhere. That was all he could remember. He had been drugged. When he awoke, he was in a dark place. 

The location looked familiar, but Garrar couldn't put his finger on it. He realized that he was lying down on something. it was a bed. Finally, pulling himself together, he realized where he was. It seemed to be the base his son served at. 

One thought. 

Scurrasay.

His wife was still at the palace. Questions went off in quick succession in his mind. He was fearing the worst and mentally prepared himself for when he heard the news. The more questions came to him.

On the inside he thought many things. He was an emotional wreck. His wife could be dead. The Necros easily made their way into his kingdom. He was nearly murdered for all to see. He was at a location that saw the death of his son. 

He was terrified. He was depressed. He was curious. He was worried. He was revolted and powerless. But most of all, he was enraged.

He may have been emotionally distraught on the inside, yet on the surface, he was calm, collected, and showed no signs of weakness.

These men can either be agents of the Necros, assassins of radicals or just plain evil. 

When the door to the room he was in opened. He saw a familiar face. One that brought hope.

"General Scowat? What are you doing here?"

"My King. As you know. Our kingdom has fallen to the Necros. It is only a matter of time until the Solaris fall as well. If the Necros take them, they will be able to destroy our races along with the humans. It is for this purpose that I have been able to assemble hundreds of small task forces. The people in these forces are only those whom we trust. I am sure you are wondering who saved you," he smile, "But I will answer that in just a moment."

"Your son. He is alive. As are your wife and daughter. They are safe. In fact, they are here at the base. We will let you see them, but after that, we will have to move to Aurelius."

"And why is that, General?" asked Garrar.

"To find the young man who will save the Joltel and humans alike."

Author's Note: Sorry for the short chapter, but I have been busy. Anyway, thank you all for supporting me thus far. If you like the story and would like to read more please vote, comment and recommend the book to others. As always feedback is always appreciated. By the way if you like, please check out my other books. Of course, no one is forcing you, but thanks in advance just in case. 'Til next time!