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The TARDIS played out the life of a woman displaced by time and likely splintered into an innumerable number of alternate existences. In a multiverse, you certainly could find a degree of immortality, but if there were any number of you, how unique did that make you?
An Earth. Assailed by creatures.
A small group of elite soldiers fresh from a suicide mission. Unfortunately for them, their war wasn't finished. They had yet to fulfil the quota of suffering dictated by forces immeasurable and unknowable. It was the green lady, the purple demon, and the angry metal husband. Three splintered souls intertwined with the TARDIS and its American incarnation of the Time Lord who was bound to the ailing machine.
In a swirl of white and blue lights, Piper and the four survivors from the lunar mission materialized, their bodies all literally collapsing onto the street as they appeared. Still on her feet due to a few years of adjusting to long-range teleportation, the redheaded lieutenant turned her eyes to the west, where she could just barely see the moon.
From the Earth, the chunk of rock looked as it always had—gray and cratered. No one would be able to tell that the entire planet had been saved at the cost of two soldiers and a mutant with the power to stop time. Piper wondered how many other souls had perished with that installation, but she had little time to dwell on it as fresh figures filled the skies, descending from the Red Stallion mothership that hung a few miles above Central City.
With the ship’s main weapon robbed of its ability to function, the invaders would be forced to take the city the old fashioned way. As Piper helped her wounded allies to their feet, the first of the Stallion ships started firing down at the city. The evening sky light up as the vibrant beams of energy slammed down into buildings, abandoned vehicles, and the streets. Almost immediately, entrenched defenders fired back with concealed anti-air weapons. Piper watched with a faint smile as the experimental weapons served to be on par with the alien aircraft. Several of the sleek Stallion ships spiraled and crashed to the ground. Those that survived veered up, trying to escape the range of the brilliant, white plasma bursts. Of that initial squadron, only a handful made it back to the safety of hangers.
Whilst the sight of the ships being downed brought a little joy to the faces of the grimy lunar survivors, their hopes for an easy victory were short-lived. The mother ship itself began to let loose from its surface armaments, raining down a horrifying sleet of energized shots that tore blasted those city blocks that contained anti-air turrets. The quintet was safe for the moment, as the nearest blasts made landfall a few blocks south of them.
Once the main ship’s display died down, however, they were faced with fresh horrors as more ships started to spew forth. Many were the same fighters that had participated in the earlier strikes, but several were a new variety. Piper had here guess as to their function, so when they started releasing drop pods and aerial soldiers, she wasn’t entirely surprised.
“They’re landing troops… this isn’t going to be a pretty battle,” Staff Sergeant Mitchell whispered as he tried to pull the group out of the street and to the cover a nearby abandoned shop. “With communications back online, we need to reestablish contact with General Gauger and the remainder of the city defenders.”
Piper pulled out her mobile phone and scowled at what she saw. “Cellular services still aren’t online.”
“Does that mean we failed?” Sigfried asked as one of the tranports took a direct hit to its starboard flank. The vessel suddenly and rapidly went up in flames as it plunged from the sky and slammed hard into a building a few streets over.
Must have been struck in the fuel tank or perhaps a fusion engine… Piper made a note not to forget that as she turned her attention back to a frowning Mitchell.
“The service providers are still probably offline, which means we’re going to have to go with a more reliable form of communication.” The noncom glanced down the street and scowl at something before turning back to the group. “We’re equidistant from two points-of-interest. We got the radio station and a nearby cellular provider. If we can reach either, we can hail the general and figure out a way to meet up with the bulk of the defense. The last thing we need is to survive an off-planet mission only to get cut off and encircled.”
“Can’t you just zap us to both of those places?” Sigfried inquired, looking over a Piper.
The redhead, who’s face was still stained with blood, shook her head. “I’m not familiar with this part of town, but I’ll see what I can do.”
Staff Sergeant Mitchell shook his head. “I’ll go solo to the cellular station to see if I can get the towers working again. I know the way and can get there faster on foot. Are you familiar with South Water Street, Piper?”
The lieutenant shook her head as a Stallion fighter blossomed into a vibrant yellow-orange explosion less than fifty yards north of their position. A few shards of twisted steel skittered on the street in front of the store. “Well—” Mitchell started before pausing to glare at a transport touching down on the next street west of them. “You need to head south about six blocks until you reach South Water, and then you need to take that west to Grand. There’s one of those edgy underground radio stations operating out of building there. The equipment is pretty small and mostly concealed, so it might escape interest. Do you follow?”
She honestly had very little idea, but with drop pods now touching down barely a block north of them, she didn’t have time for more questions. “Yes. Now let’s go.”
With a lax salute that seemed more like a farewell than military decorum, Staff Sergeant Mitchell checked the condition of his rifle and sprinted across the street to an alley. A few rounds from small arms peppered the street, but the noncom got through unscathed and was gone, leaving the other four to figure out their next plan.
“Hold on tight,” Piper muttered as she teleported the group. In a swirl of lights, they reappeared near the end of the street. Trixie let out a gasp as the demon fell onto her haunches and clapped a hand over her bruised mouth. Abigail, already pale, seemed also on the verge of sickness. “We’ll jump one more time and go on foot.”
Just as the words left Piper’s mouth, a fighter screamed down from above the city and released a quick series of laser bursts down into the street where the group had materialized. Before any of them had a real chance to react, they were scattered by the force of the dive bombing. The redheaded lieutenant felt something tear into her side as her feet left the ground. A beat later, she hit something solid and blacked out for a few moments.
When she came too, the formerly nondescript street looked as if it had barely survived the apocalypse. The handful of cars left parallel parked on the sides of the road were either upturned or smashed into the shattered asphalt. Massive pockmarks dotted the center of the block, and many of the neighboring buildings were in flames, missing chunks, or a little of both. The thick haze of dust and smoke made it hard for the woman to see as she pulled her body up out of the cratered sidewalk and took a few wobbly steps forward.
“Piper!” Although Sigfried was just a yard or two away from her, his voice seemed far off and almost mute. The youth, his clothes now bearing an extra layer of dust and some fresh fraying, ran over to the woman and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Piper!” He repeated as his friend’s dazed eyes seemed to roll back in forth in their sockets.
“Damn it.” Pulling the woman along, Sigfried weaved through two cars that had been hurtled into storefronts from the attack. Piper started to regain a little of her senses as he led her between the smoldering wrecks to where their other two companions were concealing themselves.
“How long?”
“Since the attack? Like thirty seconds. I saw where everyone was thrown by the explosions…we’re all fortunate none of those blasts hit one of us.”
“Agreed,” Piper muttered, her voice still slurred as she looked over at Abigail and Trixie. “We have to keep moving… otherwise we’re going to be torn to pieces.”
***
Kalen was silent despite the ruckus and general loudness of the Excalibur’s command bridge. In front of the king, the satellite feed of the planet’s moon was still open, showing the smoldering remains of the lunar base. Whatever blast had torn through the place had been absolute in its destruction. Part of the base now rested at the bottom of a gorge, while much of the remaining superstructure had been sheared away by the series of explosions and thrown out of orbit. From the reports, there had been no survivors.
Icarus… Another frown spread across the monarch’s blue visage as he stared a hole through the display. Somewhere in the ruins of that structure or in the field of debris lay the corpse of his eldest son. Intelligence on the presence of the saboteurs had been jumbled in transmission, which meant no one had been dispatched to assist the prince and his security force. This is my fault.
“The death of the Crown Prince will be avenged, Kalen, you should have no worries of this.” The sound of Varen’s voice caused the king’s fists to clench. The monarch knew that his friend and chief military officer would have received all correspondence from any of their outposts. Varen, with all his desire for a grand, mass-scale invasion, did not escape Kalen’s scrutiny.
“I just can’t believe such important intelligence would fail to be transmitted properly, especially with our complete supremacy over digital and radio networks.” The king muttered as his gaze moved to the unfolding ground and air attack on Central City. He knew full-well that his remark was intended to be leading, but he also knew that Varen was just as smart and quick-witted as he could be.
“I’ve purged most of the junior officers in that division. They were moved to the punishment brigades, and I am certain that as we speak they are regaining their honor on the field.”
What the General left unsaid was the fact that those same communications officers would be blown to pieces before they could be properly questioned. “Well it looks like you got your siege,” Kalen remarked as one of the skyscrapers on the screen was blown in half by a crashing fighter.
“Siege?” Varen said with an arrogant snicker. “This will be a massacre.”
Kalen scowled without turning to look at the general. Varen seems to be getting everything he wants lately… at the expense of everyone else. A glimpse at the feed from the moon only served to assure the monarch that he would have to keep a closer eye on his longtime friend.
***
The quartet fell back, their eyes wild as they scrambled for cover from the approaching foot soldiers. With Staff Sergeant Mitchell rushing to reach the underground radio station, the group was frantically trying to locate the cellular provider in the area. Unfortunately, they were all battered and bloodied, having barely escaped with their lives from several groups of landing enemy squads. Even Sigfried, who could normally appear flawless despite suffering grievous injuries, had the appearance of someone who’d be put through a meat grinder.
“There!” Piper screamed as she pointed to a building down the block. “A police office, we can bunker down there until they pass.” She knew it wasn’t the smartest idea to stop running from the army on their tails, but after everything they’d gone through, they needed to be able to pause. While she didn’t doubt Sigfried or hers ability to press on until they were on the verge of death, Trixie and Abigail were far more human than they were. The valkyrie, trapped as she was in a fleeting mortal shell, was ghost white from the blood still oozing from three wounds. Abigail, who was supporting the demon, hadn’t be shot but was on the verge of collapse from lugging the extra weight.
“Is this smart? Let me hold them while the three of you escape into the side streets,” Sigfried rasped as he and Piper paused to let the lieutenant lay down some suppressing fire.
“No,” Piper shouted, flashing a glare at the young man. “We stay together. We already lost Shane and the others, I won’t allow anyone to get killed or martyr themselves.” She could tell he was contemplating ignoring the order, but after another moment, Sigfried nodded and followed Piper up into the building.
Slamming the door behind them, the group threw up a small, albeit pointless barricade and rushed toward the interior of the precinct. Making their way around a large fountain that dominated the center of the surprisingly spacey lobby, they veered past a small secretarial station toward a set of double doors. The whole building seemed to shake as they crossed two small rooms and proceeded up a wide staircase to the second floor. They burst into a small waiting room with a pair of couches and a vending machine.
“What’s the next move?” Sigfried asked as he helped Abigail sit down on one of the couches. The blonde has lost all the color from her face, and the piece of shrapnel in her side wasn’t doing any wonders for her health.
Next to Abigail, however, Trixie Zulenka was frantic. Having not eaten or drank anything since being torn from her comatose husband, the demon was on the verge of collapse. The fact that she had taken a few hits and been slashed by flying shards of metal did little to improve her constitution.
“You need to eat something,” Piper wheezed to the bloodied woman as she helped her over to the vending machine. “Lovely selection…”
“Don’t bother,” Trixie muttered after lifting her head up to look at the machine. “I’m not going to survive this, and you know it.”
“Then just humor me,” the former medic shot back as she cracked open the machine with a swift kick. Bags of candy, chips, and chocolates spewed forth onto the ground, but before Piper could stoop to collect something, the building took a direct hit from a Stallion fighter’s payload.
For the second time in the last twenty minutes, Piper momentarily lost consciousness.
When the world returned, the soldier already knew something wasn’t right. The waiting room was out in front of her now, and her sides were flanked by puffy pink insulation. Grimacing, the woman tried to move forward, only to find that something was impeding her movement. A glance down through the thick, soup-like haze revealed that she’d smashed through part of the concrete interior wall and been impaled by at least three pieces of rebar.
With her eyes clamped shut, particles of white and blue lights flickered around Piper once, twice, and then she finally dematerialized. A beat later, she appeared just outside the spot where she’d caved in the wall. Ignoring the bleeding, she limped forward, her good hand outstretched and trying to clear away some of the fallout that clouded up what had once been the waiting room.
“Ab…” Piper’s frail voice trailed off as her legs gave out, and before she knew what had happened, she was facedown on what had once been a carpet. Spitting the blood from her mouth, the lieutenant planted bloodstained palms on the floor and pushed herself up. A few yards in front of her, she could spot a form lying lifeless on the scorched ground.
No. While her body was to the point of breaking, the voice in Piper’s head still had enough strength to will her battered self up to a fully vertical position. Lurching forward, she made it a few paces before collapsing next to the still body of Abigail Reckner. From the corner of her eye, she could see Trixie crumbled against a blackened chunk of wall that had survived the series of bombs. Part of the ceiling had fallen in front of the woman, who seemed to be trying to liberate herself from under a wooden beam.
“Abigail?” Piper pleaded as she placed her hands on the woman’s shoulders and jostled them gently. No response came from the corporal, whose normally vibrant eyes continued their vacuous gaze at where the ceiling had once been. Tears welled up in the corner of Piper’s eyes as the reality slowly started to set in. “...No!” The former medic’s pathetic shriek fell upon only one other set of ears, those of Trixie Zulenka, who had managed to free her crushed legs from beneath the beam.
“It’s… it’s not too late,” the demon whispered, her voice no louder than a mouse as she dragged herself over to Piper.
“I can’t heal the dead, Trixie!” The soldier rasped as she drew her lover’s body up into her shivering arms and squeezed her close, never wanting to let go for what could be the last time.
“Of c-c-course you can, y...you j-just need more strength.”
“What are you talking about?” Piper growled as she looked over at the dying demon.
“Remember Namek?” Trixie asked as she placed a bloody, three-fingered hand on her friend’s shoulder. “V-vad’s still alive...we can do the same thing as before.”
Piper knew exactly what the demon was talking about. Trixie had used the demonic technique to combine the two of them and Vad into a wholly unique creature born from their powers and linked to their memories. That same thing had murdered their would-be killers and proceeded to go on a rampage that reduced much of Ja City to ruins. Had the gestalt not exhausted itself in the defense of the child that now bore her name, Viper may have continued on her merry way.
“Will… will this one burn out like the last one?” Piper asked in a soft voice as she glanced back down at her dead lover.
“I don’t know,” Trixie spoke before having to spit up some more blood. “But with Vad all but dead, I… I can’t face the thought of dying this way when I know he won’t be there for me. Maybe this way...maybe this way he and I can be together in a way. And Abigail could live for all of us.”
It was then that Piper knew this decision was fueled in part by the other woman’s own desperation to be with the one she loved. “Just...just do it, Trixie.”
Tears mixed with blood on the demon’s normally beautiful face. “Y-y-you were always like a sister to me, Piper. Thank you…” With that last, compassionate remark, Trixie Zulenka slumped to the ground, never to rise again. Her corpse lingered for a few moments before silently disintegrating into a pink mist.
Half a continent removed from the fighting, Glaed watched somberly as the braindead form of Vad Zulenka twitched. The saiyan’s eyes snapped open for a brief moment before his body collapsed like a house of cards into a pink mist that lingered only a heartbeat. Knowing already what she’d witnessed, the alien strode forward and calmly turned off the machines that had been monitoring the saiyan’s vitals just a few moments prior.
At first, there was nothing, and Piper was certain that Trixie had died before she could complete whatever the process entailed.
“Where’s Trixie?” The redhead looked up to see a badly wounded Sigfried emerge from the haze. His features were marred by a bruise and some soot, and his trademark hooded sweatshirt was shredded and missing an entire sleeve. “Wait, is that Abigail?”
“They’re all gone.” The lieutenant muttered as she looked down to see a pink smog leeching up out of the floor. “Not this again…”
As Sigfried watched with horror, the pink cloud surged up out of the floor and forced itself through Piper’s mouth, eyes, and nose. She held onto the corpse and refused to scream, despite the horrible discomfort. In a few moments, it subsided, and she felt a wave of euphoria rush over her as the aches in her bones faded. Lifting her head up from Abigail’s chest, Piper looked at her glowing palm and smiled faintly. She placed the palm on the woman sternum and felt a surge of electricity pass through her and into the body.
With a gasp, Abigail opened her eyes and started to erratically suck in breaths of air as her lungs tried to get back into operating order.
“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Piper cooed as she helped her lover up into a seated position. The redhead then looked up at Sigfried, who wore a horrified look on his face. Before she could address the youth, the lieutenant felt a chill run down her spine. Falling away from a still confused Abigail, Piper rose to her feet on shaking legs and looked over at her two remaining allies. She winced as wisps of translucent energy began to cloud her vision.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” With a horrified shriek, Piper threw out her arms as jets of purple-pink energy erupted outward from her sleeves and neck, consuming her body and half-blinding her companions.
Glaring through the bright glow, Sigfreid tried to take a step toward the woman-turned-pillar of searing energy when he was suddenly and violently thrown backwards by an explosion.
When he managed to regain his bearings, he realized that the glow was gone, and in its wake, much of the room was now actively on fire. In the center of the bombed-out husk of the police station, someone who was almost Piper was standing where she had been, her lithe figure draped in the shredded remnants of the lieutenant’s fatigues.
“Piper?” Abigail, likewise thrown back by the concussive blast, was already on her feet and making her way toward the center of the room. She made it a few paces before the woman held up a hand and froze her dead in her tracks. A grunt escaped the muscled soldier’s frame as she struggled against unseen forces. As Sigfried watched, almost-Piper walked over to Abigail and looked her over as if she were a complicated logic puzzle.
“I feel like I should probably have some idea who you were…” The new woman’s voice sounded close enough to Piper to make Sigfried shudder, but it was a little huskier than that of Lieutenant Juunanagou. Her eyes were green and, aside from a blonde highlight, her hair was that same shade of red. The facial features, however, weren’t as rough as Piper—the foundations were the same but they lacked the weathered varnish from years of turmoil.
As Sigfried mulled over everything, almost-Piper held out her other hand and pressed a finger against Abigail’s lips as the soldier struggled to speak. A grunt escaped from the corporal as she went limp and collapsed to the floor. Before the youth could react, there was a shadow over him and he couldn’t move his limbs.
“The sculpted woman’s brain says you’re Sigfried Hunin.” Despite his attempts to struggle, the shapeshifter found himself staring into those unnerving green eyes. As he stared at the harsh-yet-soft features, he realized where he’d seen them before.
Vad… I’d recognize that glare anywhere.
A smile spread across the woman’s visage as she released the young man and let him collapse back onto the floor. “Mommy, Mommy, and Daddy—that’s right.” The redhead smiled as she looked down at the tattered remains of Piper’s fatigues. “I guess that makes me Viper?” Sigfried looked up to see those eyes staring down at him and a twisted grin that resembled nothing he’d ever see on Piper’s visage. In the skies above, something exploded, catching the woman’s attention for a brief moment. “Well that certainly looks exciting!”
With that, she erupted into the sky, leaving a distraught Abigail Reckner and an unnerved, confused Sigfried in her wake.
An Earth. Assailed by creatures.
A small group of elite soldiers fresh from a suicide mission. Unfortunately for them, their war wasn't finished. They had yet to fulfil the quota of suffering dictated by forces immeasurable and unknowable. It was the green lady, the purple demon, and the angry metal husband. Three splintered souls intertwined with the TARDIS and its American incarnation of the Time Lord who was bound to the ailing machine.
***
In a swirl of white and blue lights, Piper and the four survivors from the lunar mission materialized, their bodies all literally collapsing onto the street as they appeared. Still on her feet due to a few years of adjusting to long-range teleportation, the redheaded lieutenant turned her eyes to the west, where she could just barely see the moon.
From the Earth, the chunk of rock looked as it always had—gray and cratered. No one would be able to tell that the entire planet had been saved at the cost of two soldiers and a mutant with the power to stop time. Piper wondered how many other souls had perished with that installation, but she had little time to dwell on it as fresh figures filled the skies, descending from the Red Stallion mothership that hung a few miles above Central City.
With the ship’s main weapon robbed of its ability to function, the invaders would be forced to take the city the old fashioned way. As Piper helped her wounded allies to their feet, the first of the Stallion ships started firing down at the city. The evening sky light up as the vibrant beams of energy slammed down into buildings, abandoned vehicles, and the streets. Almost immediately, entrenched defenders fired back with concealed anti-air weapons. Piper watched with a faint smile as the experimental weapons served to be on par with the alien aircraft. Several of the sleek Stallion ships spiraled and crashed to the ground. Those that survived veered up, trying to escape the range of the brilliant, white plasma bursts. Of that initial squadron, only a handful made it back to the safety of hangers.
Whilst the sight of the ships being downed brought a little joy to the faces of the grimy lunar survivors, their hopes for an easy victory were short-lived. The mother ship itself began to let loose from its surface armaments, raining down a horrifying sleet of energized shots that tore blasted those city blocks that contained anti-air turrets. The quintet was safe for the moment, as the nearest blasts made landfall a few blocks south of them.
Once the main ship’s display died down, however, they were faced with fresh horrors as more ships started to spew forth. Many were the same fighters that had participated in the earlier strikes, but several were a new variety. Piper had here guess as to their function, so when they started releasing drop pods and aerial soldiers, she wasn’t entirely surprised.
“They’re landing troops… this isn’t going to be a pretty battle,” Staff Sergeant Mitchell whispered as he tried to pull the group out of the street and to the cover a nearby abandoned shop. “With communications back online, we need to reestablish contact with General Gauger and the remainder of the city defenders.”
Piper pulled out her mobile phone and scowled at what she saw. “Cellular services still aren’t online.”
“Does that mean we failed?” Sigfried asked as one of the tranports took a direct hit to its starboard flank. The vessel suddenly and rapidly went up in flames as it plunged from the sky and slammed hard into a building a few streets over.
Must have been struck in the fuel tank or perhaps a fusion engine… Piper made a note not to forget that as she turned her attention back to a frowning Mitchell.
“The service providers are still probably offline, which means we’re going to have to go with a more reliable form of communication.” The noncom glanced down the street and scowl at something before turning back to the group. “We’re equidistant from two points-of-interest. We got the radio station and a nearby cellular provider. If we can reach either, we can hail the general and figure out a way to meet up with the bulk of the defense. The last thing we need is to survive an off-planet mission only to get cut off and encircled.”
“Can’t you just zap us to both of those places?” Sigfried inquired, looking over a Piper.
The redhead, who’s face was still stained with blood, shook her head. “I’m not familiar with this part of town, but I’ll see what I can do.”
Staff Sergeant Mitchell shook his head. “I’ll go solo to the cellular station to see if I can get the towers working again. I know the way and can get there faster on foot. Are you familiar with South Water Street, Piper?”
The lieutenant shook her head as a Stallion fighter blossomed into a vibrant yellow-orange explosion less than fifty yards north of their position. A few shards of twisted steel skittered on the street in front of the store. “Well—” Mitchell started before pausing to glare at a transport touching down on the next street west of them. “You need to head south about six blocks until you reach South Water, and then you need to take that west to Grand. There’s one of those edgy underground radio stations operating out of building there. The equipment is pretty small and mostly concealed, so it might escape interest. Do you follow?”
She honestly had very little idea, but with drop pods now touching down barely a block north of them, she didn’t have time for more questions. “Yes. Now let’s go.”
With a lax salute that seemed more like a farewell than military decorum, Staff Sergeant Mitchell checked the condition of his rifle and sprinted across the street to an alley. A few rounds from small arms peppered the street, but the noncom got through unscathed and was gone, leaving the other four to figure out their next plan.
“Hold on tight,” Piper muttered as she teleported the group. In a swirl of lights, they reappeared near the end of the street. Trixie let out a gasp as the demon fell onto her haunches and clapped a hand over her bruised mouth. Abigail, already pale, seemed also on the verge of sickness. “We’ll jump one more time and go on foot.”
Just as the words left Piper’s mouth, a fighter screamed down from above the city and released a quick series of laser bursts down into the street where the group had materialized. Before any of them had a real chance to react, they were scattered by the force of the dive bombing. The redheaded lieutenant felt something tear into her side as her feet left the ground. A beat later, she hit something solid and blacked out for a few moments.
When she came too, the formerly nondescript street looked as if it had barely survived the apocalypse. The handful of cars left parallel parked on the sides of the road were either upturned or smashed into the shattered asphalt. Massive pockmarks dotted the center of the block, and many of the neighboring buildings were in flames, missing chunks, or a little of both. The thick haze of dust and smoke made it hard for the woman to see as she pulled her body up out of the cratered sidewalk and took a few wobbly steps forward.
“Piper!” Although Sigfried was just a yard or two away from her, his voice seemed far off and almost mute. The youth, his clothes now bearing an extra layer of dust and some fresh fraying, ran over to the woman and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Piper!” He repeated as his friend’s dazed eyes seemed to roll back in forth in their sockets.
“Damn it.” Pulling the woman along, Sigfried weaved through two cars that had been hurtled into storefronts from the attack. Piper started to regain a little of her senses as he led her between the smoldering wrecks to where their other two companions were concealing themselves.
“How long?”
“Since the attack? Like thirty seconds. I saw where everyone was thrown by the explosions…we’re all fortunate none of those blasts hit one of us.”
“Agreed,” Piper muttered, her voice still slurred as she looked over at Abigail and Trixie. “We have to keep moving… otherwise we’re going to be torn to pieces.”
***
Kalen was silent despite the ruckus and general loudness of the Excalibur’s command bridge. In front of the king, the satellite feed of the planet’s moon was still open, showing the smoldering remains of the lunar base. Whatever blast had torn through the place had been absolute in its destruction. Part of the base now rested at the bottom of a gorge, while much of the remaining superstructure had been sheared away by the series of explosions and thrown out of orbit. From the reports, there had been no survivors.
Icarus… Another frown spread across the monarch’s blue visage as he stared a hole through the display. Somewhere in the ruins of that structure or in the field of debris lay the corpse of his eldest son. Intelligence on the presence of the saboteurs had been jumbled in transmission, which meant no one had been dispatched to assist the prince and his security force. This is my fault.
“The death of the Crown Prince will be avenged, Kalen, you should have no worries of this.” The sound of Varen’s voice caused the king’s fists to clench. The monarch knew that his friend and chief military officer would have received all correspondence from any of their outposts. Varen, with all his desire for a grand, mass-scale invasion, did not escape Kalen’s scrutiny.
“I just can’t believe such important intelligence would fail to be transmitted properly, especially with our complete supremacy over digital and radio networks.” The king muttered as his gaze moved to the unfolding ground and air attack on Central City. He knew full-well that his remark was intended to be leading, but he also knew that Varen was just as smart and quick-witted as he could be.
“I’ve purged most of the junior officers in that division. They were moved to the punishment brigades, and I am certain that as we speak they are regaining their honor on the field.”
What the General left unsaid was the fact that those same communications officers would be blown to pieces before they could be properly questioned. “Well it looks like you got your siege,” Kalen remarked as one of the skyscrapers on the screen was blown in half by a crashing fighter.
“Siege?” Varen said with an arrogant snicker. “This will be a massacre.”
Kalen scowled without turning to look at the general. Varen seems to be getting everything he wants lately… at the expense of everyone else. A glimpse at the feed from the moon only served to assure the monarch that he would have to keep a closer eye on his longtime friend.
***
The quartet fell back, their eyes wild as they scrambled for cover from the approaching foot soldiers. With Staff Sergeant Mitchell rushing to reach the underground radio station, the group was frantically trying to locate the cellular provider in the area. Unfortunately, they were all battered and bloodied, having barely escaped with their lives from several groups of landing enemy squads. Even Sigfried, who could normally appear flawless despite suffering grievous injuries, had the appearance of someone who’d be put through a meat grinder.
“There!” Piper screamed as she pointed to a building down the block. “A police office, we can bunker down there until they pass.” She knew it wasn’t the smartest idea to stop running from the army on their tails, but after everything they’d gone through, they needed to be able to pause. While she didn’t doubt Sigfried or hers ability to press on until they were on the verge of death, Trixie and Abigail were far more human than they were. The valkyrie, trapped as she was in a fleeting mortal shell, was ghost white from the blood still oozing from three wounds. Abigail, who was supporting the demon, hadn’t be shot but was on the verge of collapse from lugging the extra weight.
“Is this smart? Let me hold them while the three of you escape into the side streets,” Sigfried rasped as he and Piper paused to let the lieutenant lay down some suppressing fire.
“No,” Piper shouted, flashing a glare at the young man. “We stay together. We already lost Shane and the others, I won’t allow anyone to get killed or martyr themselves.” She could tell he was contemplating ignoring the order, but after another moment, Sigfried nodded and followed Piper up into the building.
Slamming the door behind them, the group threw up a small, albeit pointless barricade and rushed toward the interior of the precinct. Making their way around a large fountain that dominated the center of the surprisingly spacey lobby, they veered past a small secretarial station toward a set of double doors. The whole building seemed to shake as they crossed two small rooms and proceeded up a wide staircase to the second floor. They burst into a small waiting room with a pair of couches and a vending machine.
“What’s the next move?” Sigfried asked as he helped Abigail sit down on one of the couches. The blonde has lost all the color from her face, and the piece of shrapnel in her side wasn’t doing any wonders for her health.
Next to Abigail, however, Trixie Zulenka was frantic. Having not eaten or drank anything since being torn from her comatose husband, the demon was on the verge of collapse. The fact that she had taken a few hits and been slashed by flying shards of metal did little to improve her constitution.
“You need to eat something,” Piper wheezed to the bloodied woman as she helped her over to the vending machine. “Lovely selection…”
“Don’t bother,” Trixie muttered after lifting her head up to look at the machine. “I’m not going to survive this, and you know it.”
“Then just humor me,” the former medic shot back as she cracked open the machine with a swift kick. Bags of candy, chips, and chocolates spewed forth onto the ground, but before Piper could stoop to collect something, the building took a direct hit from a Stallion fighter’s payload.
For the second time in the last twenty minutes, Piper momentarily lost consciousness.
When the world returned, the soldier already knew something wasn’t right. The waiting room was out in front of her now, and her sides were flanked by puffy pink insulation. Grimacing, the woman tried to move forward, only to find that something was impeding her movement. A glance down through the thick, soup-like haze revealed that she’d smashed through part of the concrete interior wall and been impaled by at least three pieces of rebar.
With her eyes clamped shut, particles of white and blue lights flickered around Piper once, twice, and then she finally dematerialized. A beat later, she appeared just outside the spot where she’d caved in the wall. Ignoring the bleeding, she limped forward, her good hand outstretched and trying to clear away some of the fallout that clouded up what had once been the waiting room.
“Ab…” Piper’s frail voice trailed off as her legs gave out, and before she knew what had happened, she was facedown on what had once been a carpet. Spitting the blood from her mouth, the lieutenant planted bloodstained palms on the floor and pushed herself up. A few yards in front of her, she could spot a form lying lifeless on the scorched ground.
No. While her body was to the point of breaking, the voice in Piper’s head still had enough strength to will her battered self up to a fully vertical position. Lurching forward, she made it a few paces before collapsing next to the still body of Abigail Reckner. From the corner of her eye, she could see Trixie crumbled against a blackened chunk of wall that had survived the series of bombs. Part of the ceiling had fallen in front of the woman, who seemed to be trying to liberate herself from under a wooden beam.
“Abigail?” Piper pleaded as she placed her hands on the woman’s shoulders and jostled them gently. No response came from the corporal, whose normally vibrant eyes continued their vacuous gaze at where the ceiling had once been. Tears welled up in the corner of Piper’s eyes as the reality slowly started to set in. “...No!” The former medic’s pathetic shriek fell upon only one other set of ears, those of Trixie Zulenka, who had managed to free her crushed legs from beneath the beam.
“It’s… it’s not too late,” the demon whispered, her voice no louder than a mouse as she dragged herself over to Piper.
“I can’t heal the dead, Trixie!” The soldier rasped as she drew her lover’s body up into her shivering arms and squeezed her close, never wanting to let go for what could be the last time.
“Of c-c-course you can, y...you j-just need more strength.”
“What are you talking about?” Piper growled as she looked over at the dying demon.
“Remember Namek?” Trixie asked as she placed a bloody, three-fingered hand on her friend’s shoulder. “V-vad’s still alive...we can do the same thing as before.”
Piper knew exactly what the demon was talking about. Trixie had used the demonic technique to combine the two of them and Vad into a wholly unique creature born from their powers and linked to their memories. That same thing had murdered their would-be killers and proceeded to go on a rampage that reduced much of Ja City to ruins. Had the gestalt not exhausted itself in the defense of the child that now bore her name, Viper may have continued on her merry way.
“Will… will this one burn out like the last one?” Piper asked in a soft voice as she glanced back down at her dead lover.
“I don’t know,” Trixie spoke before having to spit up some more blood. “But with Vad all but dead, I… I can’t face the thought of dying this way when I know he won’t be there for me. Maybe this way...maybe this way he and I can be together in a way. And Abigail could live for all of us.”
It was then that Piper knew this decision was fueled in part by the other woman’s own desperation to be with the one she loved. “Just...just do it, Trixie.”
Tears mixed with blood on the demon’s normally beautiful face. “Y-y-you were always like a sister to me, Piper. Thank you…” With that last, compassionate remark, Trixie Zulenka slumped to the ground, never to rise again. Her corpse lingered for a few moments before silently disintegrating into a pink mist.
Half a continent removed from the fighting, Glaed watched somberly as the braindead form of Vad Zulenka twitched. The saiyan’s eyes snapped open for a brief moment before his body collapsed like a house of cards into a pink mist that lingered only a heartbeat. Knowing already what she’d witnessed, the alien strode forward and calmly turned off the machines that had been monitoring the saiyan’s vitals just a few moments prior.
At first, there was nothing, and Piper was certain that Trixie had died before she could complete whatever the process entailed.
“Where’s Trixie?” The redhead looked up to see a badly wounded Sigfried emerge from the haze. His features were marred by a bruise and some soot, and his trademark hooded sweatshirt was shredded and missing an entire sleeve. “Wait, is that Abigail?”
“They’re all gone.” The lieutenant muttered as she looked down to see a pink smog leeching up out of the floor. “Not this again…”
As Sigfried watched with horror, the pink cloud surged up out of the floor and forced itself through Piper’s mouth, eyes, and nose. She held onto the corpse and refused to scream, despite the horrible discomfort. In a few moments, it subsided, and she felt a wave of euphoria rush over her as the aches in her bones faded. Lifting her head up from Abigail’s chest, Piper looked at her glowing palm and smiled faintly. She placed the palm on the woman sternum and felt a surge of electricity pass through her and into the body.
With a gasp, Abigail opened her eyes and started to erratically suck in breaths of air as her lungs tried to get back into operating order.
“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Piper cooed as she helped her lover up into a seated position. The redhead then looked up at Sigfried, who wore a horrified look on his face. Before she could address the youth, the lieutenant felt a chill run down her spine. Falling away from a still confused Abigail, Piper rose to her feet on shaking legs and looked over at her two remaining allies. She winced as wisps of translucent energy began to cloud her vision.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” With a horrified shriek, Piper threw out her arms as jets of purple-pink energy erupted outward from her sleeves and neck, consuming her body and half-blinding her companions.
Glaring through the bright glow, Sigfreid tried to take a step toward the woman-turned-pillar of searing energy when he was suddenly and violently thrown backwards by an explosion.
When he managed to regain his bearings, he realized that the glow was gone, and in its wake, much of the room was now actively on fire. In the center of the bombed-out husk of the police station, someone who was almost Piper was standing where she had been, her lithe figure draped in the shredded remnants of the lieutenant’s fatigues.
“Piper?” Abigail, likewise thrown back by the concussive blast, was already on her feet and making her way toward the center of the room. She made it a few paces before the woman held up a hand and froze her dead in her tracks. A grunt escaped the muscled soldier’s frame as she struggled against unseen forces. As Sigfried watched, almost-Piper walked over to Abigail and looked her over as if she were a complicated logic puzzle.
“I feel like I should probably have some idea who you were…” The new woman’s voice sounded close enough to Piper to make Sigfried shudder, but it was a little huskier than that of Lieutenant Juunanagou. Her eyes were green and, aside from a blonde highlight, her hair was that same shade of red. The facial features, however, weren’t as rough as Piper—the foundations were the same but they lacked the weathered varnish from years of turmoil.
As Sigfried mulled over everything, almost-Piper held out her other hand and pressed a finger against Abigail’s lips as the soldier struggled to speak. A grunt escaped from the corporal as she went limp and collapsed to the floor. Before the youth could react, there was a shadow over him and he couldn’t move his limbs.
“The sculpted woman’s brain says you’re Sigfried Hunin.” Despite his attempts to struggle, the shapeshifter found himself staring into those unnerving green eyes. As he stared at the harsh-yet-soft features, he realized where he’d seen them before.
Vad… I’d recognize that glare anywhere.
A smile spread across the woman’s visage as she released the young man and let him collapse back onto the floor. “Mommy, Mommy, and Daddy—that’s right.” The redhead smiled as she looked down at the tattered remains of Piper’s fatigues. “I guess that makes me Viper?” Sigfried looked up to see those eyes staring down at him and a twisted grin that resembled nothing he’d ever see on Piper’s visage. In the skies above, something exploded, catching the woman’s attention for a brief moment. “Well that certainly looks exciting!”
With that, she erupted into the sky, leaving a distraught Abigail Reckner and an unnerved, confused Sigfried in her wake.