The Daemon Conflict
By: LadyBard
Chapter 4 - Wardens in the Storm
The dream came to her
with stark clarity, as it always did. The cold wind stinging her face coupled
with the searing heat of the lasers exploding close to her ear.
"Hang on,
love!" Ray cried as Surf Baud went into a steep dive and Mouse's voice was
snatched away by the rushing wind.
Then came the shot that
struck Baud.
Followed by Ray's cry of
agony.
Then they were plunging
to the ground.
Mouse came awake with a
cry.
"Shut up in
there!" the black and red clad binome guard leveled a laser rifle at the
violet-skinned mercenary. The energy field, which held them captive in the
small cell, crackled with blue-green fire.
"Wanna come in here
and make me, sugah?" Mouse's fangs showed in her smile.
The binome sneered,
"You're lucky I'm not allowed to hurt you, or I would. You think I can't
beat you?"
"Honey, I know you
can't," Mouse leaned against the wall and crossed her arms behind her
head. There was no bed in the cell, only a small table with a single light
stick and a bowl of water. They had been given one blanket which Mouse had
taken, simply because Ray was stretched out unconscious on Surf Baud. Mouse was
surprised they had believed her when she explained where her companion had
disappeared to after they had been captured.
Mouse barely believed
herself.
She remembered falling,
unable to even scream because of the rushing wind tearing at her lungs. Then
Baud had come streaking out of nowhere and had positioned itself underneath her
so she dropped gently on its surface. She had lost sight of Ray and her first
thought was that she had lost the only person she had ever truly cared about.
Well, there had been Bob, but he was just a harmless fling, since it was so
obvious he loved Dot.
Baud landed in a stand of
trees and Mouse was on her feet immediately as the sounds of pursuit reached
her hearing. She took a nano to switch to her armor and drew her katana.
That's when she noticed
the blinking red light on Baud.
The intervals between the
blinks were slow at first, and then they rapidly began to increase. As several
binomes crashed through the underbrush, the green light blinked then Ray
materialized on Baud's surface. The group of binome's halted uncertain. Mouse
took the opportunity to brandish her katana menacingly, "All right ya
bit-brains, keep yer distance!"
One larger binome,
obviously the leader, stepped forward, "You will surrender,
mercenary."
"You wish,
sugah."
"Take her."
With a feral hiss, Mouse
lunged; deflecting the first few shots off the blade of her katana, but unfortunately
was caught by the next. She had awoken inside the cell with only Baud and it
wasn't until a millisecond or so later that Ray made his second re-appearing
act.
"I guess it's too
much to ask where we are and what you're plannin' on doin' to us," Mouse
feigned nonchalance. She was pretty sure they weren't on a ship, so that meant
they were being held somewhere on System 998 unless she was out longer than she
thought.
"Why are you in such
a hurry?" The binome smiled. "When Lady Nemesis arrives, you'll wish
the clock speed had been slower."
"And who in the net
is Lady Nemesis?"
"Chosen One of our
goddess Mistress Daemon."
"Goddess?"
Mouse laughed, "Sugah, are you basic? She's a super virus."
"You will pay our
Lady and Mistress the proper respect!" The binome raised the rifle again.
"Let me get this
straight," Mouse cocked an eyebrow, "you worship, Daemon?"
"We are her loyal
followers," the binome said. "We are Daemon's Chosen. Long may her
domain name thrive!"
Mouse burst out laughing.
"Why would you want to worship her? You're not infected. You mean you're
following her freely?"
"Every being of
power draws people who want a taste of that power and are willing to worship
them for it."
Mouse turned sharply at
the sound of Ray's voice. The surfer was smiling at her as he struggled to sit
up.
"Don't, honey,"
Mouse moved over to him. "Lay still. I'll take care of you."
"I'm all right,
lovely lady," Ray sat up. "Where are we?"
"That's what I'm
tryin' to find out," Mouse turned back to the binome, "Hey
pixel-breath, are you gonna tell us where we are?"
"No," the guard
turned his back on them.
Ray stood and stepped
towards the energy field. For a moment he seemed to examine it. Curious, Mouse
stood to watch him.
An aura of silver sparks
surrounded the web surfer and he transformed into his armor.
The binome turned,
"What in the net --,"
Ray passed through the
energy shield, much to both the guard's and Mouse's astonishment. Before the
binome had a chance to react, Ray lunged forward, snatched the rifle from his
grasp and knocked the binome senseless with it.
"Sorry mate,"
Ray murmured.
"Sugah, that was
somethin'!" Mouse threw her arms around Ray and kissed him hard. "Why
didn't you tell me you could do that?"
"Well - um --,"
Ray seemed to take a moment to focus after Mouse's show of affection, "I
wasn't sure I could, love. I mean to say, if the field had been stronger, I
couldn't have."
Mouse turned towards the
door, "I guess we'd better see if we can get outta here."
Her katana were lying on
the floor against the far wall. Mouse retrieved them and strapped them on.
"Wanna do the honors, honey?"
"Babe, why don't we
try it this way?" Ray walked towards the door, then motioned with his
hand, summoning his board. "Say when, love."
"On three,"
Mouse drew her sword and crouched at the ready, "One-two-three!"
Ray slammed his hand
against the small square panel on the wall and the door slid open with a rush
of air. His board shot through the door first and Mouse gave a primal scream
and charged after it.
The dozen or so, heavily
armed guards had been lounging around, sprawled in chairs, against the walls,
or gathered at tables playing cards. They were totally unprepared for a living
surfboard, a wild-eyed mercenary, and a ticked-off search engine. The element
of surprise was totally there's and Mouse and Ray used it to the fullest
extent. Mouse lunged for the nearest binome and knocked him unconscious before
he had a chance to raise his rifle, and grabbed up the weapon.
With a second cry of rage,
Mouse began firing, sending frantic binome soldiers running for cover. It was
only a few microseconds before they regained themselves enough to return fire.
By that time, Mouse had blasted open the far door and sprite and search engine
had escaped.
They were on the parapet
of what seemed to be an ancient fort. The room they had been kept in served as
a watchtower and gatehouse. Mouse ran to the edge of the parapet and gazed down
into the inner ward. Sitting on a platform, surrounded by several guards, was Ship.
"Yes!" Mouse
turned to Ray, "How fast can ya get us down there?"
Ray scooped Mouse up into
his arms and set her on Baud.
Guards were poring out of
the gatehouse and the first shots crossed their path. Baud shot over the edge
of the parapet and Mouse was reminded of a time she had ridden her first roller
coaster. The sensation was exhilarating. Funny what you think of at the
strangest times.
She was already firing at
the line of guards, but had to aim carefully so as not to damage Ship.
Blasts rained from both above and below. Ray dodged and weaved between the
deadly shots with all his skill, but even he could not last forever and when an
errant blast glanced off Baud they dropped. It wasn't a long fall, for Ray had
been flying low, but it was enough to send the air rushing from Mouse's lungs
when she slammed to the ground. Stars exploded before her sight and for a
moment, she was gripped with a strange paralysis. From far away, she heard
voices and running feet. Her vision cleared enough to make out blurred shapes
surrounding her.
"Get her up!" A
low voice growled.
Hands gripped her arms
and hauled her up. Mouse squinted at the person who stood before her and when
her vision finally came into focus, she was face to face with an exceedingly ugly
sprite.
He was of medium build,
but it was the puckered scar that ran from his right temple, to the left side
of his chin, was the first thing she noticed about him. The powder-blue color
of his skin made it more pronounced. Well he can't be too good a fighter to
get an injury like that, Mouse thought. He wore his burgundy hair shaved
close to his skull and his mean yellow eyes squinted at her. They were set over
a bulbous nose that had been broken at least twice.
"So you're the great
Mouse," he snarled.
Mouse's attention was
pulled away from him as two other binomes shoved Ray forward. Another skinny
sprite held Baud upright.
"Ya heard of me,
sugah?" Mouse smirked.
"Oh of course,"
the sprite reached out and unsheathed her katana, handing the weapon to a
nearby binome, "So I'm shocked that you were caught so easily."
"One of my bad,
seconds, I suppose," Mouse smiled.
"It's going to get a
lot worse." He nodded over her shoulder.
The binomes turned her
around and she looked skyward to see a ship descending towards them. The
metallic-green vessel landed next to Ship. Dozens of soldiers ran
towards it. Curious despite herself, Mouse watched with the rest of them.
"Watch her!"
The scarred sprite growled and strode towards the ship. He halted before the ship
as the door lifted and a ramp came down. He knelt as a figure came from within.
The teal-skinned woman
who exited surveyed the surroundings first, until her eyes fell on Mouse. They
lingered for only a moment, but in that time, Mouse was gripped with a chill
that ran deep into her very code. The woman was tall and lithe, with a harsh
angular face and aquiline features. She ascended the ramp and stood over the
scarred sprite, then spoke a few words that Mouse couldn't hear. Then the
scarred sprite rose and both he and the woman approached Mouse.
Mouse knew one thing; she
didn't want the woman near her. Her black eyes bored into Mouse's core and
froze it solid. She wore shining black amour and a sword strapped to her hip,
and Mouse wondered what type of fighter she was.
"Congratulations
Captain Atan," the woman's voice held no warmth. "I trust that the
sprites and binomes responsible for their escape attempt will be severely
punished?"
"Yes, Lady
Nemesis," Atan bowed.
Then those horrible black
eyes turned on Mouse, "So you are the captured Mainframers," she
said, "What's your name, woman?"
Mouse didn't reply.
"Answer me!"
Nemesis' hand shot out and grabbed Mouse by the throat.
"Kiss my ASCII,
viral witch!" Mouse choked.
"No!" Mouse
heard Ray cry. "Stop it!"
Nemesis nodded towards
Ray. The skinny binome that held Baud stood the board upright. Another binome
kicked it. Ray cried out and crumpled to the ground.
Mouse tried to scream a
protest but Nemesis's hand cut off her breath. Mouse kicked out, catching the
viral off guard. The mercenary wretched herself free from her captors and
snatched away her katana, brandishing the blade threateningly.
Atan had rushed to
Nemesis' side, but she waved him away and stared evilly at Mouse, "And
just what did you hope to accomplish by that?"
"What's the matter,
sugah?" Mouse sneered, "You can't take me on by yourself? Great and
mighty viral needs all these soldiers to back her up?"
Nemesis bared glittering
green fangs, "What do you take me for?" The viral turned and waved at
Mouse dismissively, "Prepare them for interrogation."
Mouse screamed and lunged
for Nemesis. The viral drew her sword and parried Mouse's strike in one fluid
motion. Nemesis turned and brought her weapon around and Mouse manage to leap
back before the blade disemboweled her.
"No!" Nemesis
held up her hand when Captain Atan made a move towards the combatants.
"Very well mercenary, I'll humiliate you first, then rip your secrets from
you and smash your will. When I'm through, you'll worship my Lady Daemon like
all these other fools do."
"Shut up and fight, sugah."
Nemesis screamed with
rage and charged swinging her sword and Mouse parried but had not anticipated
the viral's strength. A numbing pain shot up the hacker's arm. It only took her
a few nanos for Mouse to realize she was in trouble.
She could normally hold
her own in a fight but this viral witch seemed to draw from an infinite supply
of power that Mouse was denied access. At first, Mouse tried to gain ground but
was continually forced to defend as Nemesis pressed her advantage. The soldiers
shouted and jeered, making it difficult for Mouse to concentrate.
Nemesis had steadily
driven her towards the platform where Ship sat. Mouse knew that once her back
was against it, she wouldn't have a chance. Mouse felt fatigue stealing the
last of her strength, and still she continued to defend, until Nemesis brought
her sword violently down and knocked the katana from Mouse's grasp.
A cheer went up from the
men as Nemesis, still gripped in battle rage, prepared to make the deleting
strike.
The whirring of machinery
caught the attention of both the combatants. Nemesis looked over Mouse's
shoulder and a look of confusion twisted the viral's features. Mouse turned and
had took a step back in shock.
Ship's laser cannon had made the sound.
The weapon swiveled around on its base and was pointing right at Nemesis. What
shocked them all was that there was no one in the cockpit. Mouse recognized the
next sound. The laser was powering up.
The barrel of the cannon
swerved almost as if it were uncertain where to aim, then it fired into the
ground not ten feet from where Mouse stood, exploding a good size hole in the
dirt.
Mouse screamed and dove
for Nemesis during the moment of confusion and punched the viral in the mouth.
The cannon went off in a random number of shots, seeming to aim at no
particular target and yet seeming to know exactly where it needed to hit. Smoke
covered the area, turning the fleeing soldiers to ghostly images that screamed
in agony when an errant shot hit them.
Mouse had lost track of
Nemesis in the confusion, but had reclaimed her katana.
"Ray!" Mouse
called and turned to dash up to the platform. Arms encircled her suddenly and
she almost lashed out before she realized who it was.
"I've got you,
love," Ray said. "Let's get the net out of here!"
The cannon had ceased
firing by the time they were in the cockpit. At first, Ship refused to start
and Mouse began to get nervous. Then the engine came to life and they were
climbing. Mouse gave a yell of triumph.
"That was something
wasn't it, sugah?"
"Um - Mouse?"
"I thought I was a
goner there for sure!" Mouse realized she was babbling but couldn't stop.
"She almost got me, but I beat her, did ya see?"
"Um - Mouse - love
--?"
"That was some
escape --,"
"Mouse! Who fired
the ruddy gun?"
"I --," Mouse
halted.
"Remote
control?"
"Ship doesn't have
that capability. And when do you suppose I had time to do that?"
"Then what?"
"I - I don't know.
We got more important things ta think about. Check to see if we're being
followed. I'll run a diagnostic."
"Hmm," Ray
muttered after a few moments. "That's odd."
"Now what?"
"A ship took off
from the system, but they're going the other way."
"What do ya
mean?"
"What'd I say?"
Ray snapped. "It's that viral's ship, but she's not chasing us. She's
going the other way."
Mouse suddenly had a
death grip on the controls. They weren't being pursued?
"Something ain't
right." Mouse's instincts were screaming for her to act. "We must not
be that important, if they're just gonna let us get away like this. I guess she
realized she was wasting time. She's got a more important objective."
They were silent for a
time. They were supposed to be heading for the armada. They needed to find out
what they were up against. They had promised Bob they would meet him at the
Super Computer.
But Mouse knew Bob would
never forgive her and she would never forgive herself, if she ignored her gut
feeling. And her gut was telling her there was only way place for the viral to
go.
"Sugah," Mouse
said, "We're going home."
***
<<GAME OVER: USER
WINS>>
Dot sighed as the game
cube disappeared through the vortex in the sky. They were lucky that time. The
cube had dropped over the Data Sea, but Dot knew she had been fooling herself,
hoping that no cubes would drop until Bob returned.
Without a Guardian, and
no way to obtain one any time soon, they'd need someone to play the games. She
had come up with a plan but she didn't like certain aspects of it, which was
seldom. When she had voiced her plan to Phong earlier that second it was he who
had made the suggestion.
"What about Enzo,
my child?"
"What about
him?"
"Will you include
him in your plan?"
"Of course not! I
never want Enzo to go into another game again! Phong do you have any idea what
it did to me, when I thought he was nullified?"
"Yes, my child, I
do. I felt your pain. But realize that now Enzo needs our approval and
encouragement, considering the unusual circumstances of his rebirth."
"He said he was
fine with it."
"Do you believe
him?"
Sigh. "No."
"Give him a
purpose."
"Phong, are you
saying I should let him go into games again? I would delete if I had to go
through that a second time."
"He will not be
alone. Despite everything my child there are people you can trust."
"I don't know
anymore Phong. I thought I could come to trust Captain Lynx."
"Nobody's
perfect, my child."
Dot smiled at the memory
as she waited on the pier, her organizer in hand. Ten CPU's stood behind her at
attention. She had received word today that they would be arriving.
Two lead ships, each
accompanied by approximately two hundred fighters, filled the sky of Mainframe.
Some had barely missed being trapped in the cube.
They were all the soldiers
that her contacts in Systems Cascade and Harddrive could afford to send, and
they would have to make due against the armada.
A vid-window opened and
Phong smiled at her, "I see our assistance has arrived my child."
"Yes," was all
Dot said of the approaching ships. She adjusted her headset. She had decided to
wear her military outfit for this occasion. "Have Hack and Slash
returned?"
"Yes my child, they
are here, shall I send them to you?"
"No, no," Dot
said a little too quickly. They had been under foot lately and Dot had sent
them to Level 31 (not without a pang of guilt, but then again didn't the
trouble always start on Level 31?) to do guard duty but for this, she would
need all the help she could get, so she had recalled them. "Tell them to wait
for me there. Everyone else there too?"
"Everyone that you
summoned is here."
"Thank you,
Phong," the leads ships were docking and the fighters remained in a tight
formation over the ocean. "Wish me luck."
"Shallow sprites
believe in luck. Strong sprites believe in cause and effect."
"Umm hmm -- whatever
you say, old friend," Dot lifted an eyebrow, "See you back at the
P.O."
Dot once again examined
the information about the lead ships and their captains. A small crowd had
gathered, but since they didn't seem to be bent on causing trouble, Dot didn't
say anything to them.
Four figures, two from
each ship, approached her. Two were on zip boards; the others shared a rocket
cycle. Dot hoped that at least one of them were friendly towards her. The crowd
began to cheer and Dot breathed a sigh of relief.
The cycle landed first.
The young man who had been driving had bright orange skin and short metallic
gray hair in a bob-cut and secured with a tan and black bandanna. He wore a tan
flight suit and black boots. A laser pistol was holstered on his left hip and
an energy whip was on his right. His companion was an older man with curly
yellow hair and a weathered green face. He wore a similar flight suit, in blue,
with a yellow sash across his chest.
The other two were a male
and female, with similar features. Dot guessed they were related, perhaps
brother and sister. They had the same round pleasant facial structure and
deep-set brown eyes with dark-green skin. They were even dressed identical in
black pants and long beige tunics with beige boots. The hem of the woman's
tunic was flared slightly. Only the man was armed, with a laser rifle.
It was the old man and
the boy who reached her first. Dot automatically extended her hand to the old
man and said, "Greetings captain. I'm Dot Matrix, Command.com of
Mainframe."
"Actually," the
man said, "I'm Commander Roman." He nodded to the boy, "That is
Fleet Captain Max Covar."
The boy stepped forward
and grasped Dot's hand, which was still extended, and shook it vigorously.
"Don't tell me," he said with a grin, "You're thinking, 'He's
the captain?'"
"Umm - well
--,"
"And you're
thinking, just how old is he?"
"Well - actually
--,"
"I'm twenty-one
hours," Max Covar winked at her. "But I act much younger than I really
am."
Dot couldn't stop the
giggle that escaped her throat, "My apologies."
"No need to
apologize, Ms. Matrix," Captain Covar smiled, "I get this all the
time. Perhaps I'll tell you how I became a Captain at such a tender young age.
For now, this is my right hand, Commander Roman."
"A pleasure, Ms.
Matrix."
"The same," Dot
turned to the other couple as they approached, "Welcome to Mainframe,
"I'm Dot Matrix, the Command.com."
"Ms. Matrix,"
the man spoke in a heavily accented voice, "I am Fleet Captain Diode and
this is my first mate and sister, Commander Diode."
Dot shook hands with them
both, "Thank you for your assistance. "If you will all follow me,
I've arranged transportation to our Principal Office." Dot signaled to the
CPU's and the group preceded them to the waiting transport. It was only then
that Dot felt eyes on her and when she looked to the left; saw Kurt Daverage
standing in the crowd. He smiled at her before turning away.
"Smug bit-brain,
" Dot muttered. Kurt was the last thing on her mind right then, but Dot
made a mental note to speak with Daverage and explain to him rather forcefully,
what 'confined to your ship' meant.
***
Enzo went
over in his mind again what he could have possibly done wrong. He had stayed out
of trouble like Dot had asked. He had been spending most of his time either at
Mr. Pearson's or playing with Frisket. So why had Dot insisted he be here
waiting for her at the Principal Office, while she went to meet the arriving
warships?
The door to the War Room
slid open with a ponderous groan, and Enzo froze as he crossed the threshold.
Phong was sitting there, a cup of tea in his hands. Sitting across from him in
chairs arranged in a semi-circle were Hexadecimal, Captain Irina, Hack, Slash,
and Captain Capacitor.
What in the net was going
on here?
"Ah Enzo,"
Phong set his cup down on the java cart which sat beside him and waved Enzo
inside, "You're just in time. Dot is on her way back."
"What's this all
about, Phong?"
"A plan Dot has for
you and our other guests," Phong waved him to a chair, "Help yourself
my son."
Enzo took one of Hex's
biscuits and nibbled on it slightly, "Um - any idea what this is
about?" he asked her.
"None, my little
one," Hex gave him a toothy grin.
"We were hopin' ye'd
know, lad," Gavin said.
"Not a clue,
Gavin," Enzo said. "I thought for a moment that I was in
trouble."
Gavin winked at him,
"Not this time, lad."
The outer door opened and
Dot entered followed by four sprites, "Ah, you're all here. We'll get
started as soon as have our guests settled." Dot introduced the four
newcomers and led them into her office.
Dot re-entered the room
and pulled up an extra chair, "Thank you for coming everyone. As you all
know, a game cube dropped today and we were fortunate that it was over the
ocean. However, we may not be so lucky next time. Someone has to enter the
games and play them when they land in populated areas, but also must be able to
see that all civilians are safely out of the way."
Enzo held his breath. Dot
couldn't possibly mean -
"So," Dot
continued, "Phong and I have come up with an idea. Sector Wardens."
"What's that,
Dot?" Enzo couldn't help but ask.
Dot smiled at him,
"I've chosen you because I know I can trust you all to do the job. A
Sector Warden will be assigned a certain sector of Mainframe. Whenever a game
falls, they'll be responsible for clearing out that sector. Then the other
wardens will join that person in the game protecting their sector."
"Aye, lass, sounds
like an excellent plan." Gavin said.
"Most
definitely," Hack said.
"I agree,"
Slash chimed in.
"With me?" Hack
asked.
"No I agree with
Dot."
"Well so do I."
"I thought you meant
Gavin."
"Well Gavin too
--,"
Hex cleared her throat
loudly and Hack and Slash shut up, "It would be a feasible plan, if all
were to agree. We are being given a choice?"
"Of course,"
Dot said.
"Me included,
Dot?" Enzo asked.
Dot didn't reply
immediately, "Enzo --, She said, "This is a big responsibility but - I
won't give you this if you don't follow the rules, understand?"
Enzo sat straighter in
his chair. "Yes, Dot."
"Enzo, I mean
it," Dot's voice broke. "I will make you a Sector Warden but you must
promise never to go into a game alone. If your fellow wardens can't
reach you, get out of the cube's way, understand?"
Yes, he understood,
perfectly, but he had to say it anyway, "I'm not Matrix, Dot."
"I know that,"
Dot frowned, "But you're still my little brother and I still care about
you and I'm afraid you'll --," Dot fought for composure.
"I shall watch him
for you, Ms. Matrix," Irina spoke up.
"Well all will, Dot,
lass," Gavin said.
"Thank you,"
Dot turned back to him, "Enzo do you have any idea what it did to me when
I thought you were nullified?"
But I wasn't
nullified! That wasn't me! "Yes, I think so Dot."
"Just suggesting
this is the most difficult thing I've ever done. Sending you into games again!
I promised I would never allow it but we don't have a choice. Basically, you're
the only one here besides me who has game experience. With our reinforcements
here now, I'll be busy with them and preparing for the coming battle. We'll
really need your help Enzo, but you must learn to follow orders, can you do
that?"
All eyes were on him. Guess
play time is over, Enzo thought. "Yes, I can, Commander Matrix."
"Good," he saw
her relax, but slightly. "As I said to Hex, this is strictly voluntary. If
you do not wish to participate, I'll understand."
"Of course we will,
Dot," Gavin said.
Again, Hex cleared her
throat, "Speak for yourself."
"My apologies
m'lady," Gavin nodded to Hex.
"I take it I will
rule Lost Angles, as always?"
"As always,"
Dot said.
"Then I'm in. It
might be very entertaining playing these games. I've been so bored lately, and
Bob seems to enjoy them so much."
Enzo saw Dot flinch. Now
why had Hex mentioned Bob?
"I am curious as to
why you chose me," Irina said.
"You seem a very
likely candidate," Dot said. "Have you played games before?"
Irina surprised them all
by saying, "Yes. The Guardian of our system - that is before she fell to
Daemon's power - trained a few of us. Mind you, my experience is limited.
Mostly back up."
"Would it bother you
to defer to my brother at times?"
"Is he to be the
leader?" Irina cocked an eyebrow.
"Well --," Dot
looked at him, "He does have the most experience. I'll try to join you
when I can. If I can't, he'll speak for me."
Enzo couldn't believe it.
It was like a vid-dream come true for him.
"If the boy leads us
into danger or does not display any maturity, then I will not follow him. But
if he seems to have his wits about him then there will be no problem."
"I won't let you
down, Dot," Enzo filled his voice with all the confidence he could muster.
"I know you
won't," Dot said seriously, "Thank you, Captain Irina."
"Maiandra."
"Pardon?"
"My name is
Maiandra. Just call me Mai."
"Please, call me
Dot."
Mai smiled slightly,
"Very well."
They were given their
assignments. As Enzo expected, he was assigned to Baudway. As everyone got up to
leave, Dot called him aside.
"I have something
for you, sweetie."
"Dot - t."
"Oh I'm sorry,
Sector Warden Matrix," Dot and Phong were both smiling at him. "Your
icon, please."
Puzzled, Enzo removed his
icon and handed it to Dot, who in turn passed it to Phong. The ancient sprite
opened his built-in file drawer and removed another icon, holding it before
Enzo's. The transfer of data was brief.
Dot replaced his icon and
tapped it twice.
The shower of gold sparks
engulfed the small sprite in a clothing format upgrade. When the air around him
cleared, his clothing now resembled Dot's business outfit. He wore a white
shirt with black shoulder pads and black shorts.
"No way! Cool!"
Enzo grinned, "I mean, thank you Commander Matrix, Phong."
"You're welcome,
Enzo." Dot smiled.
<<WARNING: INCOMING
GAME>>
"You're on little
brother."
Enzo gave her a smile and
dashed from the room.
Phong opened a
vid-window. "It's landing in Lost Angles." The venerable sprite
frowned, "Dot?"
"Phong," Dot
sighed, "I hope I did the right thing. If anything happens to Enzo
--,"
"Do not doubt
yourself, my child," Phong squeezed her hand. "Go on, your guests are
waiting."
Dot had forgotten all
about the Captains. There were plans to be made. But all Dot could think about
was her brother in a game and the memory of a screaming voice came to her. The
voice that had been her own.
***
"Amazing,"
Captain Syn smiled. "Kurt, you can do anything."
"Including get us
all into trouble," Lynx growled. "What were you thinking letting Dot
Matrix see you out?"
Kurt's face twisted in a
sneer but Captain Lynx didn't seem to fear his first mate. Besides they knew
Syn wouldn't allow a fight.
"That was the plan.
To let her know she was helpless to stop us," Kurt continued to tinker
with the machine.
"It was a good idea,
but I wished you had asked me first," Syn said.
"My apologies,
captain," Kurt stood upright. "It's ready. This won't jam all the
communications but you can send a piggyback signal to certain recipients and CC
several others. You can send your own encrypted messages within the
signal."
"Excellent! And
there's no way to discover it?"
"Well there is a
way, but only if you know what to look for and who's going to know?"
"What type of range
does it have?" Lynx asked. "Can you communicate outside of the
system?"
"You seem awfully
eager to talk to people outside," Kurt's eyes narrowed.
"If we can
communicate with people outside we can maybe tap into net communications and
find out how near Daemon's Armada is."
"Good idea,"
Syn stretched. "Make it so, Kurt."
"Yes sir!" Kurt
smiled. "That will be quite useful."
***
<<GAME
OVER>>
Dot expelled her breath.
She had cringed when the voice had announced the game's ending. She had waited
with trepidation for the ominous words of <<USER WINS>>, which
thank the User, never came.
Once she was assured that
Enzo was safe; Dot watched him momentarily while he zipped towards her; Dot
turned her attention to the maneuvering fighters.
"Dot!" Enzo
landed on the pier beside her, "You wouldn't believe the game! It was the
prissiest thing I ever saw! It was called Fashion Avenue and we had to dress up
in these dorky clothes and parade around a stage! Then these judges had to vote
on whom was the best dressed and would you believe I actually won the men's
competition? Hex won for the women. Dot she looked great! They all listened to
me. We had a tough time at first trying to figure out the game without a
keytool but Irina figured it out and -- hey Dot, are you listening to me?"
"Yes, I am sweetie,
but I also have to make certain the fighters adhere to my formation plan."
"Dot?" She
heard the fear creep into her brother's voice. "What if --?"
"Enzo," she
turned and knelt before him, "We must continue to think positive. We must
continue to have faith in Bob and the others and ourselves." Yes, this
time she would not lose faith.
"I-I'll try
Dot."
A vid-window popped open
and Captain Covar's face appeared, "We're ready Ms. Matrix."
"I want you to
select ten of your best ships, five each," Dot said, "We're going to
send to them outside the system. If we're lucky, they can give us some early
warning."
"How long do we
have?"
"If our sources are
correct, six seconds."
"May the User
protect us all," Covar said. "Very well, Ms. Matrix, we'll make our
choices and dispatch the fighters within a millisecond."
"Thank you,
Captain."
"Dot?" Enzo's
voice was so quiet. For a moment he seemed like the little sprite she knew not
too many hours ago, that used to crawl into bed with her and ask for read-only
files until he fell asleep. "We'll be all right."
He took her hand in his.
It was so small. He was depending on her. Dot found herself unable to look at
him and instead looked skyward to the ships that were their only means of
defense.
Cursors and crashes,
Bob! Why did you leave me again to face this alone? If you get yourself
deleted, I'll never forgive you for the rest of my processing.