Chapter 4: The Future
"The president! He's dead" screamed a medicine officer, as two top aides rushed to his side.
"What can we do?" asked one.
"We might try electroalysis, but it's risky."
"Might the future help us?"
"Not from what I've learned..." the doctor stated sadly, "Apparently, they can't even help themselves."
"What happened?" a General rushed back to his commanding officers side.
"The president died. We'll have to-"
The golden limosine pulled around again, the same angel shooting a plasma cannon from the sunroof. The ratharians ran back off in different directions, leaving the Presidents body. When he was sure that all the Ratharians had gone, the Angel stepped out of his vehicle again and gathered the body.
***
Around the corner, Johan and the well-dressed man waited, quietly discussing the fallen architechture, and many other points that seemed unimportant. The limo pulled up and they both hopped in.
"Greetings, sir." said the Angel.
"At Ease, Tel'aliv." the well dressed man returned. "Have you got the body?"
"Yes, of course."
"Very Good. We shall require your services again, no doubt, but for now...." he snapped his fingers and Johan opened the breifcase they had used to track the Ratharians. Inside, a few hundred dollars and ten bars of gold waited. The Angel reached for them anddissolved them into his being.
The driver of the Limo turned back to the gathered people and asked where they were to go.
"The factory." Johan said in a menacing tone. The driver obliged, and they rushed through the streets to the other end of town.
***
The doctor and General ended up together after their flight. The medicine man worked his magic, mending the commanding officers knee, which had been shot.
"It should come out clean, General Kraven."
"Very well, Mr. Olanus."
"Try not to do anything too stressful."
"Ha! We're thousands of years from home and you ask me not to do anything to stressful!" He began to survey the area intently.
"What are you looking for, General?"
"A place to shelter us. Aha!" the military officer opened a door into a small apartment building, and led the doctor up a few flights of stairs, all the while calling out to find someone. Not hearing anything, they stepped into one of the rooms, where a man waited for tem, a small plasma pistol in his hand.
"Hand sin the air!"
"What?"
"Hand sin the air!"
"O-kay." the doctor tapped General Kraven on the shoulder and demonstrated by placing his hands over his head. Kraven followed suit.
"What are you doing here! Who are you from?"
"Rathar." the General stated.
"Rathar's been gone centuries! Since the first Time War.
"The What?" the doctor blinked.
***
Meanwhile, the Limo pulled through a small door into a post-industrial factory. The Angel removed the body and headed off in one direction, while the other two men moved into a conference room, where a panel of Phantos, Angels, and Humans waited.
"Why did you call us here!" shrieked one purple-tinted Phantos.
"I suppose you have a divine reason?" An Angel remarked, questioningly.
"Yes, I do." the well-dressed man stated. "We have captured the Ratharian President. We are going to modify him so he wins the Time War."
"A study shows," Johan began, pointing to a graph near a dry erase board, "that if the Ratharian President had the Soul of an Angel, the Skill of a Phantos, and the mind of a human."
To this, the entire panel rose in appluase. Outside, the body of the President found a temporary home in a vat of bluish liquid, connected to many wires that ran every which way.
"What can we do?" asked one.
"We might try electroalysis, but it's risky."
"Might the future help us?"
"Not from what I've learned..." the doctor stated sadly, "Apparently, they can't even help themselves."
"What happened?" a General rushed back to his commanding officers side.
"The president died. We'll have to-"
The golden limosine pulled around again, the same angel shooting a plasma cannon from the sunroof. The ratharians ran back off in different directions, leaving the Presidents body. When he was sure that all the Ratharians had gone, the Angel stepped out of his vehicle again and gathered the body.
Around the corner, Johan and the well-dressed man waited, quietly discussing the fallen architechture, and many other points that seemed unimportant. The limo pulled up and they both hopped in.
"Greetings, sir." said the Angel.
"At Ease, Tel'aliv." the well dressed man returned. "Have you got the body?"
"Yes, of course."
"Very Good. We shall require your services again, no doubt, but for now...." he snapped his fingers and Johan opened the breifcase they had used to track the Ratharians. Inside, a few hundred dollars and ten bars of gold waited. The Angel reached for them anddissolved them into his being.
The driver of the Limo turned back to the gathered people and asked where they were to go.
"The factory." Johan said in a menacing tone. The driver obliged, and they rushed through the streets to the other end of town.
The doctor and General ended up together after their flight. The medicine man worked his magic, mending the commanding officers knee, which had been shot.
"It should come out clean, General Kraven."
"Very well, Mr. Olanus."
"Try not to do anything too stressful."
"Ha! We're thousands of years from home and you ask me not to do anything to stressful!" He began to survey the area intently.
"What are you looking for, General?"
"A place to shelter us. Aha!" the military officer opened a door into a small apartment building, and led the doctor up a few flights of stairs, all the while calling out to find someone. Not hearing anything, they stepped into one of the rooms, where a man waited for tem, a small plasma pistol in his hand.
"Hand sin the air!"
"What?"
"Hand sin the air!"
"O-kay." the doctor tapped General Kraven on the shoulder and demonstrated by placing his hands over his head. Kraven followed suit.
"What are you doing here! Who are you from?"
"Rathar." the General stated.
"Rathar's been gone centuries! Since the first Time War.
"The What?" the doctor blinked.
Meanwhile, the Limo pulled through a small door into a post-industrial factory. The Angel removed the body and headed off in one direction, while the other two men moved into a conference room, where a panel of Phantos, Angels, and Humans waited.
"Why did you call us here!" shrieked one purple-tinted Phantos.
"I suppose you have a divine reason?" An Angel remarked, questioningly.
"Yes, I do." the well-dressed man stated. "We have captured the Ratharian President. We are going to modify him so he wins the Time War."
"A study shows," Johan began, pointing to a graph near a dry erase board, "that if the Ratharian President had the Soul of an Angel, the Skill of a Phantos, and the mind of a human."
To this, the entire panel rose in appluase. Outside, the body of the President found a temporary home in a vat of bluish liquid, connected to many wires that ran every which way.
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