Revenge of Tyrants. Storm of Souls.author - A.K.Krokhmal aka BagaturKhanI decided to post the another full story about my universe, which i finished in this year.
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Prologue.Planet Sunbatarr-3. Star system Archaea.
Territories of the Earth Alliance.
year 2596 AD
- Solomon-Nakhir-Mashai .....
He heard a soft whisper in the midst of all this noise. This elite airbus belonged to the Sunbatarr Lines company and was a means of transportation only for the richest representatives of power. His salon was almost completely filled with people. But mostly there were more bodyguards and stewards than the passengers themselves. Almost all seats were occupied. Here was both Chairman Torian himself and his entire retinue, including the recently arrived ambassador from Earth itself. The airbus was heading straight for the southern lands, where Torian intended to have a joint conversation with the ambassador at his personal residence, which was located in the "sand city" of Savarti. Of course, he could have done this in the airbus itself, but the ambassador intended to give Torian and his retinue some kind of secret, and demanded the conditions for a secret conversation. No internet talks, no summits, no video cameras. It was supposed to be a live conversation without any surveillance and without the presence of any electronics. In addition, the legendary Nel Mauhurai himself, who was now just in Savarti, was going to participate in the conversation. The topic of conversation was something so important that it was not amenable to public disclosure. Even the guards of both figures did not have the right to know a single detail.
- Solomon-Nakhir-Mashai ......
And the voice came again. That's what he was actually called. Solomon had long been part of the bodyguards of Ambassador Zoltan, half-human, half-Kussarian. He was originally from New Palestine, which was colonized during the heyday of the Earth Alliance. Solomon worked for a long time before breaking into the personal guard of the ambassador himself. But from now on, he understood that this could not go on any longer. During the service, he learned a lot. And much of what he realized still haunted him.
Hearing this mysterious whisper, Solomon did not show that he was afraid. But inside he felt the cold coming over him. Suddenly, goosebumps ran through his body.
Solomon did not sit like the others. He just went for a run at the local buffet. The stewards made him coffee in two minutes, and he drank almost two cups. But at that whisper, the chill inside him intensified. Even coffee didn't save him.
Solomon-Nakhir-Mashai walked slowly between the rows of seats. The airbus was at an altitude of more than 10,000 meters. Turbulence has not yet happened, and it was possible not only to walk around the cabin, but even run cross-country.
The guardsman had just walked past the politicians sitting next to each other. Torian and Zoltan were talking about something, but it was not a private conversation, since the guardsmen sitting behind and in front could hear everything. In addition, a young fair-haired stewardess with a proud look was sitting next to Zoltan. She appeared to be no more than 25 years old. Apparently, she was not a simple member of the crew, since she sat next to two famous politicians, as if she had known them all her life. Who she was, the guardsman did not know, and this did not bother him much. However, her purposeful look made Solomon turn a little pale. She smiled at him strangely. Her eyes sparkled with a mysterious yellow fire. But the guard pretended not to notice.
Solomon turned off his radio for a short while. After all, now nothing threatened either Thorian, or the ambassador, or the stewardess, or any of the guards. At least that's how it was so far...
- Hello kussar .... - a voice was heard from somewhere to the left of Solomon.
The guard glanced to the left and stumbled upon a brazenly sitting mustachioed Neferirikar colonel in a dark overcoat. This was Komyn, from a dwarf-like race of small creatures, and he had recently been appointed protector of the planet. His grenadiers were still considered the best force in the Sanbatarr autonomy. Chairman Thorian had long respected the grenadiers and trusted every member of their circles, and at the same time valued communication with the Neferirikar.
“Sir…” Solomon bowed slightly, and then accelerated.
Communication with Komin did not bring joy to anyone. The colonel was a cruel dwarf, a former executioner in the service of Elfurr, and also had a very bad reputation in the past. But for Thorian, this seemed to be a trifle, since he gladly made Comyn the head of all the grenadier units.
Solomon had never understood Thorian, but that didn't matter to him now.
The guard straightened his blue uniform and walked to his place. But he found that someone had already taken a seat in front of his seat. Perhaps it was one of Thorian's guards, but apparently he was by no means a simple warrior.
Solomon looked angrily at the stranger, but after a moment he felt a strange pain in the temples. And then the terrible cold that had pierced his body just recently intensified.
The seated officer looked at Solomon with his cold blue eyes. His gaze was not at all characteristic of a representative of the human race. He seemed to be looking straight into his soul. The officer was quite young, no more than 30 years old. He was dressed in a blue uniform with gold epaulettes and aiguillettes. His trousers, on the other hand, were red, like the revolutionary flag of ancient Colombia. He had no weapons, but black gloves with metal spikes betrayed a real threat.
“Mr. Marfur-Nirari,” Solomon said in a tremulous voice, bowing low to the officer.
- Solomon-Nakhir-Mashai, - answered the one who was called Marfur-Nirari, not even moving.
“I didn’t know you were here, ma’hatmah,” the guardsman said in surprise, barely realizing who was in front of him now, “I thought you would not personally take part in my operation. Yes, and they can see us and cut through the negotiations. My colleagues are everywhere here.
"I can be anywhere if I wish," came the officer's words. "And don't worry about us being spotted prematurely." All communications are already under my control. Nobody will hear us. And if anyone sees, then for them I'm just a lieutenant of the Blue Guard of the Coalition, accompanying Torian. You have nothing to worry about.
His voice was rather even and calm, but the coldness inside the guardsman was only beginning to intensify. Solomon trembled visibly.
- Sit down, - said Marfur-Nirari, pointing with his glove to the place next to him, - Per favore.
“Thank you,” Solomon answered and immediately sat down on his seat.
He could not look Marfur-Nirari in the eyes, because his gaze was turned down. The cold within the Guardsman still throbbed. His muscles began to go numb rapidly, but the guardsman tried not to show it.
- Cold ..... - said Marfur-Nirari, - You feel it .....
“Yes, sir,” Nahir-Mashai replied, still not looking at his interlocutor.
- This is temporary .... - the officer continued his speech, - Everyone feels it. It's not scary. This is just a small impact of an ancient force, an exorbitant power that once made the stars go out. She chose you, but you shouldn't be afraid of that. Otherwise, she might hurt you.
“It’s all for the good, as you said,” Solomon finally found the strength to look at his interlocutor, “You said that my today’s operation would bring light into the world.
- Good must win, - answered Marfur-Nirari, - That's what we are trying to achieve. That's why it woke up. That power.... the likes of which you have never met. Probably, all this is difficult for you.... Yes, it takes years, and maybe even centuries, to understand this for someone like you. But you shouldn't doubt your abilities. You must believe in good.
- Good ... true ... because it must triumph, - said the guardsman.
In truth, the fear never left him. On the contrary, it only began to intensify.
- Exactly so, - nodded Marfur-Nirari, - Good side will triumph. And evil .... it must be punished. You and I have been fighting against evil for a long time. Ambassador Zoltan commits crimes every year. He is the main evil force.... The force that we must overcome. Zoltan is slippery and two-faced. Even President Joanna Kilic hates him. But the ambassador is still strong. All the power of the Coalition is behind him. Arms companies.... Secret deals with Nel Production.... But the most important thing is that Zoltan is narcissistic and overconfident. He considers his plan to destroy the culture of the inhabitants of these lands flawless. But the local order has already been formed. And they can't just disappear like Zoltan wants. That is why the ambassador must die. In the name of good.... And you must do it.
“As we spoke, sir,” Solomon said in a more confident voice. - The ambassador must die.
- Here... it will help you to accomplish this feat, my friend. The officer smiled back.
The officer carefully put his hand somewhere under the seat, and then abruptly pulled out a strange object. It looked like a severed brush of the clawed paw of some unknown creature. In addition, the gun was completely black. Solomon tried to see the object, but Marfur-Nirari immediately handed him this tool. The guard took a closer look at this severed clawed paw. And then he discovered that this was not the paw of an alien creature at all, but a real weapon. How Marfur-Nirari smuggled it into the airbus remained a mystery. Although it may not have been so simple. The weapon was red-hot to such an extent that Solomon almost dropped it. But the ambassador's guard understood that he must not show the slightest weakness. Through the burning pain in his palms, Solomon saw this strange weapon and found something that looked like a trigger. Also, one of the "claws" of this item was a rounded shape, which resembled the muzzle of a rifle. This guardsman saw for the first time in his life.
“It will help you,” repeated Marfur-Nirari, looking straight into Solomon's eyes. “The ambassador will not die a simple death. It's not simple at all.....
- I have never seen such a weapon, ma'hatmah, - Nahir-Mashai said, looking at the object in surprise, - This is something beyond reason. How does it work?
“When you shoot it, you will understand,” the officer smiled ominously.
It was a real demonic smile. After all, the eyes of the officer were full of furious fire. Such purposefulness was read in his gaze that Solomon, seeing this, visibly cheered up. Although the cold did not disappear from Solomon's body at all, but still covered all of his insides.
“Now go and administer justice,” Marfur-Nirari rasped in a commanding tone. - Zoltan and Thorian must die. And they must pay for their crimes. Remember, good always wins. Even if it seems that there is no hope for salvation. You will stop this evil and destroy it. In the name of good and for the glory of justice, you will do it. All who serve the Coalition must die....
- I will not disappoint you, my lord, - answered Nahir-Mashai, and immediately rose abruptly from his seat.
The weapon was already gleaming in the guardsman's hand. And the look has changed. Now he was full of determination.
- Glory to the Primordial, - Marfur-Nirari said with a flash of eyes.
“Glory to Chaos,” Solomon replied, bowing.
Then he hurriedly walked in the opposite direction.
The guardsman held the mysterious weapon in his right hand. The fears in his mind had already vanished, allowing determination and courage to take over his entire body. He quickly reached his destination.
Suddenly, the airbus shook violently. Many passengers were worried. Even the guards experienced some mixture of fear and bewilderment. Solomon almost fell over. But he quickly regained his balance, and then something made him look back. A fleeting surprise pierced the guardsman.
There was no one in the place where Marfur-Nirari had been sitting just a minute ago. Where he could have gone was a mystery. There is no trace left of this mysterious person.
- Glory to the Primordial ..... - that ominous and strange whisper was heard again in Solomon's head. - Glory to Chaos.... Glory to the Primordial..... Glory to the Primordial......
The guardsman turned his gaze to the politicians sitting next to him. Chairman Torian was talking quietly to Zoltan and the stewardess while blinking his eyes heavily. The ambassador's face remained calm, and he slightly nodded his head. The stewardess now looked only at the chairman, and something answered him. What exactly these people were talking about, Solomon could not understand, since their voices were very quiet. And Solomon was just a bodyguard. Only the captain of the guard had the right to be privy to these matters, but he was not around. Apparently, he was also ordered only to protect statesmen, but not to interfere in their conversations.
- Hey ... Kussar half-breed, - came the voice of Comin to the right of Solomon, - What are you? What the hell is that in your hand?
But Nakhir-Mashai ignored the colonel's remarks. He came close to the seated politicians.
Thorian immediately noticed this and looked at the guardsman.
- And you, agent, who stood here, did you want something? - the chairman said with a slight grin, looking Solomon in the eyes.
The guardsman shuddered slightly, and shivered from the cold that again seized him. And the mysterious whisper still pierced his mind. Voices were heard from everywhere. It would seem that the entire crew of the airbus, including passengers, uttered these strange words.
- Glory to the Primordial.... Glory to Chaos... - the voices became louder and more furious in the mind of the guard. - You must do this..... Defeat evil.... Defeat evil..... Kill the ambassador.... Kill Zoltan...... Zoltan must die.......
- Excuse me, sir, I need to talk to Mr. Zoltan, - Solomon answered, jerking his head slightly.
- Any problems, agent? - the ambassador asked with some excitement. - And what is it ... in your hands?
“Yes, we have problems,” Solomon suddenly growled at the top of his voice. - You have problems, Mr. Ambassador! You have been found guilty of your crimes! In their cruel crimes before all the people of the galaxy! And I sentence you to death! In the name of the Origin! Today you will die!
After these words, Solomon immediately pointed his mysterious weapon at the envoy, frozen in surprise. Zoltan barely managed to open his mouth when the guardsman pulled the trigger.
Not even a moment passed before the whole airbus turned into nothing. It shattered into billions of pieces in a matter of moments.
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