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World Of Infinitas / Re: Revenge of Tyrants. Storm of Souls.
« on: June 23, 2023, 09:42:35 AM »
"I just want the war to end," came the immediate reply. - I don't need more.
The swordsman lowered his head dejectedly. He was not going to reassure the planetary ruler. He was an adult and self-sufficient person who had gone through more than one military campaign. But Balderan also could not say something that inspires hope.
- And also these dreams .... - Feofilakt said quietly, as if to himself.
The Nordan sharply shifted his gaze to the interlocutor. "What other dreams," whispered in his head. Lately, everyone has been talking about some strange premonition or sensation. Obviously, a story about a dream will not be favorable either. In the depths of his soul, Balderan already knew what Theophylact would say.
- Dreams, my friend, - said the ruler, crossing his fingers, - Strange dreams ....
- Can you tell me? asked Balderan with interest.
- I don't remember them exactly, - answered Feofilakt, - I remember only ..... Dragon .......
The swordsman winced. More recently, Owen also said something about a mysterious dragon. But then he pretended that it was a mistake or an obsession. But Balderan always trusted what he saw and heard.
- A dragon .... - thoughtfully said the ruler of the Griffin, - Strange .... mysterious ........ beautiful ..... Incredibly beautiful ... Captivating .... But at the same time, very evil ..... She towered over me..... And just stared....
---
Space station-frigate of the first line "Fara".
The starry space of the Griffin Imperium.
Batt Trandotte has been throwing up for days. He constantly had to leave for needs. Captain Acharunka didn't like that very much. But he couldn't help it. Trandotte at one time saved the embassy ship from a pirate raid, on which the captain was, and single-handedly shot all the henchmen of John the Face. For this, Acharunka appreciated this strange blue-skinned alien. Butt was a member of the Nicomedean race, like the captain himself. But unlike the rest of the yellow-skinned Nicomedia, Trandotte had bright blue skin, which made him virtually a black sheep. He was Xinn, a mutated form of his ancestral civilization that had long since failed to recognize its distant kin. However, Batta was valued not only for saving the ship of the Nicomedia embassy. He was an excellent ship guard. He perfectly owned halberds and axes, and could hold back any boarding attack. But lately he has changed in a strange way. Often absent, showed unsociable behavior. Plus, the whites of his eyes turned red.
And also those mysterious vomiting urges that no one knew about except Xingn himself. Trandotte did his best to hide the reality from his comrades. He knew perfectly well that vomiting was not a disease at all. Today he vomited again. Stomach twitched from a sharp piercing pain. Its entire contents spilled into a pale-colored toilet with an automatic flush. Batt didn't even bother looking at what was there. Yesterday's food. Today's breakfast. Everything mixed into one nasty vomit mass. Feeling the strongest pain for the umpteenth time, he vomited again. Bloody terrible mass almost burned through the entire surface of the seat. He just realized that he forgot to raise the seat up so the vomit wouldn't hit him.
- Yes to ..... you ..... - Trandotte rasped with difficulty.
He clearly realized his mistake. Erasing all this mess in a matter of minutes is clearly not going to work. And if the ship's robots notice, they will immediately report to the captain. The acarunka can refer him to a healer. The doctor will undoubtedly undress him, and then he will see the symbol. And this could not be allowed.
- Yes, to you .... - Almost crying, cried Batt.
He threw up once again. This time the gastric juice is pinkish in color. Weakness has already set in. His last strength was running out. Trandotte climbed out of the toilet cubicle with difficulty. With excessive effort, he managed to get to the washbasin and mirror. Looking at his face, he was horrified. His eyes were reddened to such an extent that they no longer resembled living ones. His entire uniform was splattered with a pinkish liquid. The last stream of vomit still touched the robe.
- It's it.... it's all this symbol.... why.... - desperately muttered the Nycomedian.
He jerked up the sleeve of his uniform. The ominous pentagram symbol slammed into his skin with force. The blood was already beginning to slowly appear. Trandotte understood that a sign caused vomiting. Just this. Nothing more. Nothing could hurt him more.
Another attack of pain. And this time not in the stomach, but in the region of the right eye. The lacrimal sac burst and a lot of colorless liquid poured out. Eye as if pierced by a needle.
“Why didn’t Lazitron say…. that he would kill me……” Trandotte’s words were heard.
He spoke his thoughts out loud. He didn't want to say it. But still he said.
The swordsman lowered his head dejectedly. He was not going to reassure the planetary ruler. He was an adult and self-sufficient person who had gone through more than one military campaign. But Balderan also could not say something that inspires hope.
- And also these dreams .... - Feofilakt said quietly, as if to himself.
The Nordan sharply shifted his gaze to the interlocutor. "What other dreams," whispered in his head. Lately, everyone has been talking about some strange premonition or sensation. Obviously, a story about a dream will not be favorable either. In the depths of his soul, Balderan already knew what Theophylact would say.
- Dreams, my friend, - said the ruler, crossing his fingers, - Strange dreams ....
- Can you tell me? asked Balderan with interest.
- I don't remember them exactly, - answered Feofilakt, - I remember only ..... Dragon .......
The swordsman winced. More recently, Owen also said something about a mysterious dragon. But then he pretended that it was a mistake or an obsession. But Balderan always trusted what he saw and heard.
- A dragon .... - thoughtfully said the ruler of the Griffin, - Strange .... mysterious ........ beautiful ..... Incredibly beautiful ... Captivating .... But at the same time, very evil ..... She towered over me..... And just stared....
---
Space station-frigate of the first line "Fara".
The starry space of the Griffin Imperium.
Batt Trandotte has been throwing up for days. He constantly had to leave for needs. Captain Acharunka didn't like that very much. But he couldn't help it. Trandotte at one time saved the embassy ship from a pirate raid, on which the captain was, and single-handedly shot all the henchmen of John the Face. For this, Acharunka appreciated this strange blue-skinned alien. Butt was a member of the Nicomedean race, like the captain himself. But unlike the rest of the yellow-skinned Nicomedia, Trandotte had bright blue skin, which made him virtually a black sheep. He was Xinn, a mutated form of his ancestral civilization that had long since failed to recognize its distant kin. However, Batta was valued not only for saving the ship of the Nicomedia embassy. He was an excellent ship guard. He perfectly owned halberds and axes, and could hold back any boarding attack. But lately he has changed in a strange way. Often absent, showed unsociable behavior. Plus, the whites of his eyes turned red.
And also those mysterious vomiting urges that no one knew about except Xingn himself. Trandotte did his best to hide the reality from his comrades. He knew perfectly well that vomiting was not a disease at all. Today he vomited again. Stomach twitched from a sharp piercing pain. Its entire contents spilled into a pale-colored toilet with an automatic flush. Batt didn't even bother looking at what was there. Yesterday's food. Today's breakfast. Everything mixed into one nasty vomit mass. Feeling the strongest pain for the umpteenth time, he vomited again. Bloody terrible mass almost burned through the entire surface of the seat. He just realized that he forgot to raise the seat up so the vomit wouldn't hit him.
- Yes to ..... you ..... - Trandotte rasped with difficulty.
He clearly realized his mistake. Erasing all this mess in a matter of minutes is clearly not going to work. And if the ship's robots notice, they will immediately report to the captain. The acarunka can refer him to a healer. The doctor will undoubtedly undress him, and then he will see the symbol. And this could not be allowed.
- Yes, to you .... - Almost crying, cried Batt.
He threw up once again. This time the gastric juice is pinkish in color. Weakness has already set in. His last strength was running out. Trandotte climbed out of the toilet cubicle with difficulty. With excessive effort, he managed to get to the washbasin and mirror. Looking at his face, he was horrified. His eyes were reddened to such an extent that they no longer resembled living ones. His entire uniform was splattered with a pinkish liquid. The last stream of vomit still touched the robe.
- It's it.... it's all this symbol.... why.... - desperately muttered the Nycomedian.
He jerked up the sleeve of his uniform. The ominous pentagram symbol slammed into his skin with force. The blood was already beginning to slowly appear. Trandotte understood that a sign caused vomiting. Just this. Nothing more. Nothing could hurt him more.
Another attack of pain. And this time not in the stomach, but in the region of the right eye. The lacrimal sac burst and a lot of colorless liquid poured out. Eye as if pierced by a needle.
“Why didn’t Lazitron say…. that he would kill me……” Trandotte’s words were heard.
He spoke his thoughts out loud. He didn't want to say it. But still he said.