Tales of Terra-Prime featruring Prince Toreus Rhann and Arcadian War

Prince Toreus Rhann and Arcadian War
-a Tale of Terra-Prime.
By Joseph Gilbert Thompson and Carl Edward. Thompson
c. 2007 Maveric Lion Productions
Based on a Short Story
Chapter One-Escape from Arcadia

Forward.
Know this, my Friends-somewhere between the Great Cataclysmic Era’s of the Central Pangea Shattered Empires and the Great Fall of Civilizations, the rise and fall of Trongaroth Empires and the Great Rise of Empires upon the Pangaean Shattered Lands and rise of the New Son of Terra-Prime, there an age of great heroes and heroines-warriors and ,time sorcerers, who fought for the Lords of Light against the Dark Forces of evil.
This was Age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars – Neimaria, Oparia, Britainia, Hykhonia-the four nations –so called Sword brother nations, who helped defend the west from many an enemy.
Zhankhora with its dark-haired women and darked brave hearted men, who fought against Metrone spider-armies of the Casparean Mountains,
Zhankhearia The most powerful sea raiders next to their Zhankhoria rivals, the Zhankhearian are active supporters of the Casparian buccaneers, Kothankhora-the great alliance of City States that bordered the pastoral lands of Shonkhora to the East,
with its shadow-guarded tombs, and mystery haunted gleaming towers of gold Mankhorian Nomads, whose spike riders wore steel and silk and gold. It was said, a Mankhorian Nomad, learned ride before he or she could walk. The Drakhoneans and the Arkhon twine kingdoms-Gleaming mailed and silken clad riders, masters of the Black Burning Sea, Twine Kingdoms revels in sweeping the barely contested wastelands to the west and south .The Khaiton ancient empire, stronghold of the world's greatest time wizards and masters of the eastern world,
But the proudest kingdom of the world was Great Thuvia, reigning supreme in the dreaming west.
Hither out of Great Thuvia came Prince Toreus Rhann, also sometimes known as Toreus the Slayer by his enemies and Prince Toreus, Lord of Lions black-haired, sullen-eyed, great Thuvian sword in hand, Grand Thuvian Armor and blaster in hand a slayer of many enemies, with gigantic strength and great courage, to tread the jeweled thrones of the Terra-Prime with the Great Capronean Lion –Shakhorja by his side with other heroes bring down the dark forces of evil and light back to the New Sons of Terra-prime."
- The Thuvian Chronicles-Prince Toreus Rhann, the Third.

This is a tale of Prince Toreus Rhann. The First Son of Thuvia, also sometimes known as Toreus the Slayer by his enemies and Prince Toreus, Lord of Lions, by friends, companions, and allies. Not to be confused with Toreus Rhann I, his esteemed father. Much has been said about that worthy elsewhere in the Chronicles of Pangaea and the Book of Thuvia.

Chapter One.
Escape from Arcadia
If you want to know of his noble family then look elsewhere. They will tell you how Toreus Rhann I united the nations of Pangaea and became the Emperor Toreus Rhann I. Or how his ancient ancestors, the Starkillers—principally Captain Toreus Starkiller-- beat back the Trongoroth invasion and restored Pangaea as the Jewel of the Sphere of Terra Prime. The scholars all know of the Great deeds of his Great grandfather Ulyseas Rhann-as did his father Odysseus Rhann,the sailed the Seven Seas of Great Pangaea to fight the enemies –the Khaiton ,the Drakhoneans and the Archon of Northern and Central Pangaea ,during the First and Second Great Pangeaen Wars and how that Thuvian Ranger helped bring back the apart of the Golden Ages of the Ancient Pangaeans.

But any schoolchild knows of the Shattered Empires of Pangaea, and the aftermath of the Great Cataclysm. Stories of the ancient Dragon Wars, the Emperor Thrull Khan and the return of the Golden Age of Pangaea.
No, this is a story that few know. And I can tell it to you because I, Shakhorja, the Silver Lion, was there to witness it. As I was during most of Toreus' career.
Listen and I will tell you of Toreus Rhann II. A story of his youth long before he stood against the renegade wizards, or fought side by side with the Bold Princes of Arcadia in the Second War for Terra Prime. Long before he was named Sarkhon's Knight and led his Ranger Legions in that same struggle for the freedom of the Sphere.
This is a tale of a young man, not yet a legend, setting out on the trail of destiny for the first time. It is a story of his adventures and his misadventures. It is our story, mine and his. For I was his cat and where he went so did I.
***
The rumble of war continued for fourth straight day as the conquering forces of Baron Radu Wallace closed on the capital city and the forces of King Nathan Taylor withdrew. Classes had been canceled at Arcadia University. Most of the able-bodied Arcadian students had gone off to fight on either side in this most uncivil of civil wars. Thuvian Rangers, were sent in secretly, to back up the Arcadian Army, on an unofficial basis, since the Thuvian government, did not an official presence-unless provoked into action. The other mercenaries such as the Tyrhainean Commandoes or Kellon Royal Mercenaries had other opinions. They governments, mostly militaristic based, did care about the suttalities of politics. The Wallace, gutless cur, that they are, would fight their own fight, but employed an off world alien, mercenary force, known as the Ki’Vhan-near brainless beings, dressed in red battle armor, from head to toe. Only there gloves in boots with of a chalky, blue and whitish color, as was their emotionless facemask. Red eyes, surrounded by dark rings blankly would stair back at the enemy, showing no emotion. The Ki’Vhan, we were told could produced by the thousands, some foot soldiers armed only standard weapons and others Special Forces more advanced equipment.
As was our habit those days, we sat in the Student Union, where there was a tavern MacKhain’s Den, which existed upon this very spot almost since the founding of the university campus. It’s innkeeper and head barman I curled by Toreus' feet as he stared morosely into his pint of Tennysonian bitters, tapping his booted foot to some tune that only he could hear. Perhaps a pop tune or a march. The choice would depend on his demeanor at the moment. I think perhaps a march, since war was very much on his mind.
Toreus Rhann was in his second year at the University as an exchange student-something common among many nations of other world plates of the Great Terra Prime would do to train their young prince in the arts of war and command. His father had insisted that his scholarship be of the broadest caliber and since Toreus was a young man of great physical potential— and warlike temper-- he most things about academic life annoying and bothersome. Save for the beautiful female students who often shared his bed on those nights when yours truly was forced to lay upon the couch watching video or dreaming of lionesses back home in the Thuvian Range.
Since my duties as protector/companion of the Prince required me to attend all the many parties that students feel required to attend and to stop young Toreus from drinking the education his father was paying for out of his noggin as soon as it was put in, I too was required to attend University. Though the enlightened and liberal minded Arcadians still do not award degrees in their schools to felines—no matter how bright they may be—I was not considered a student. Nor was I considered a pet. Arcadia law recognizes anyone who can talk as a sentient and so a free individual. I can ride in a passenger vehicle without being caged and do not require a muzzle nor a leash—thank the Gods-mainly the hologod Thrull Khonn-who my master claimed to a direct descendent of .
I was here on orders from the Emperor's cat—my great uncle. Therefore, I was here out of family honor and loyalty to the Imperial Crown.
Not that I would not have followed Prince Toreus to Arcadia, even without Imperial orders. We are a team, bonded long ago in the Thuvian Range. Where he goes always I shall follow. It is my life, my soul, my destiny.
In those days of turmoil, I also felt that it was my duty to stay close to my most impetuous friend lest he join House Taylor in their lost cause.
Toreus was a scrapper. He liked to get involved in fights. But his father, the Emperor, had determined that the Prince was here to get an education in the liberal arts and not to cause any diplomatic incidents.
His Imperial Majesty did not want his eldest son and heir fighting in this war. He was not, Emporer Toreus Rhann, the First, not ready to lead a successful fight against superior forces. Prince Toreus, he felt to too reckless, in those small, bandit raids, he had let be involved in years before. The Politics of Pangaea being what they were—and law being a necessary limitation even to an Emperor—the Pangaean government had not been able to decide whom they favored in this civil war. Even though his Highness had decided which he wanted to be involved in, the High Council of Thuvia believed, that the affairs of this foreign nation, was a matter for a later date-when the time, they felt after countless hour of debate and perhaps, a bit of sideways profit, political and otherwise, could gained by entering into this civil conflict. Still the House Taylor had been allies of House Rhann for generations and Queen Lois—the Duchess of Tennyson—was a cousin of the Rhanns. The Emperor felt some sort of peaceful presence, in an unofficial compascity could gained by sending in Thuvian Rangers, as a back up forces, if in any event Thuvia wished decide on what side be involved with.
Oh, the Emperor knew his son well. He'd been much like him in his youth.
The MacKhain’s Den, was nearly empty-save a few drunken moron’s too stupid to leave the city. There was the Zhankhearian Barkeep-Frackeer Moosekall ,with dark, jet black hair and long goatee whose notice, he hoped to not be noticed by the cities new rulers and his wife Danalla a fat red head, once an exotic dancers, in her youth, worked here’s ago, when she was shapely and then pleasant to look at-whose family would side with Wallaces-if only to keep their business going on. And situated somewhere in the middle of the tavern floor, was two idiots-Tyrhainean Mercenaries- of the Vanarian province, who came to learn the art of was from Arcadians. Tyrhaineans -tall, Super warrior-some say, have the blood of the Kalladon of the ancient Terran Federation homeworld, who hail from various parts of Pangaea and other parts of the sphere, brave warrior, but often too stupid to know, when it was time to flee. These were two local, idiots-Kragg O’Malley and his idiot brother Karg O’Malley. These two Tyrhaineans were always in here, doing this kind of thing, every night. They exchange students, like himself, situated here, to learn the arts of wars, but learned more the art of drinking instead-something their idiot of parents, refused to dischourage. like his own mother and father did almost since the young princes birth.
Now Prince Toreus Rhann's eyes focused on two students who were involved in a choke-out. This is a particularly simple-minded enterprise in which two young men try to choke each other out to see who will pass out first. Next to alcohol poisoning, suicide over girls and autoerotic asphyxiation, it is one of the leading causes of death among college-aged males. Their parents were spending fortunes to send them all the way across the Sphere to fill their heads with knowledge and they spent much of their time trying to destroy the very brains they were there to fill. Vanarian Tykhairians, often teach their idiot sons, how to fight, but not how behave in public places. Idiot displaces, like were common among their kind.
The Prince frowned, shoved himself to his feet, and cracked his knuckles—always a bad sign. He knows that weak-minded people find this irritating. He does not mind irritating weak-minded people—not one bit. He's made a sport of it.
Toreus strode to the contestant's table with a grace that made even my feline walk look clumsy. I quickly moved to guard his blindside. Lest one of the chunkheads about the tavern decide to attack from the rear. A big, Caladonean muscle man, moved out of the shadows, waiting to see, who he’d have throw out into dirty alley way behind the bar first. Zhankhearian Barkeep employed him, to keep the peace, but often only after which he preferred to win, either lost on won. Then with a silent command, would action and be involved in this taverns many costumers scrabbles.
The Prince grinned down at the two combatants and quickly grasped them by the nape of their necks with his huge hands, slamming their foreheads together with a hearty thud.
They landed on their butts, stunned and dismayed.
"Why'd you do that?" growled one of them as what passed for his brain cleared.
Toreus pointed toward the door of the Union. "By Thrull Khonn's heart there's a war on out there, moron. If it's your death you be wanting then man up and join the fight. Choking each other. By Sarkhon's buttocks you're are fools."
"We wanted to see who would unk first—or pass out," said the second choker, as if this explained everything.
"Dimwitted tool," barked Toreus. "Back in Thuvia, we test how brave we are in battle--not in silly baby men games. Next you'll be walking about honking like those pathetic balless wonders in video wrestling.''
The first student bounded to his feet. Obviously he had left his mind at home in his parent's keeping when he came to Arcadopolis.
"Smelly Thuvian lout."
"I'd suggest you take this love play to your room lest you embarrass yourself," laughed Prince Toreus, his hands clenched into fists.
"I'll not have a Thuvian question my manhood," growled the student.
"And indeed it is in question," said Toreus, his cat green eyes narrowing like twin gun sights. I decided it was time to save this hapless choker's life.
I moved in between him and young Toreus and reared up, resting my paws on big mouth's shoulders. The boy's eyes bulged in horror. I am, after all, a rather large, saber toothed, Thuvian lion.
"Get your cat off me, Thuvian Neanderthal," yelped the young man.
"Again you are confused," laughed Toreus, clearly enjoying the choker's misery. "Thuvians are not Neanderthals. That's the Thuleans—chunkhead."
"I have to pee," I said, grinning my best lion grin, which is never very reassuring to humans. No saber cat has eaten a man in centuries—but humans have trouble unlearning their fondest myths and prejudices. Whatever dark fear mama taught them in the cradle lingers for life.
"Don't eat me, lion," said the lout, retreating.
I made a step toward him as he ran from the room looking over his shoulder to see if I was in pursuit.
By now Toreus Rhann's cat, green eyes had fallen upon the other student who had pulled himself slowly to his feet.
"I'm sorry, your lordship," stuttered the young man.
"I'm a Thuvian not a fool. You want to fight well have at it."
"Not me, Prince Toreus. I've seen you on the rugger field and fencing. I have no desire to be crippled."
The other choker departed a wet trail of yellow drops that smelled like man water behind him.
I turned my head and looked at Toreus .
"Satisfied?"
He shook his longhaired head. "You know I'm not, Shakhorja, old friend. Beating up on Vanarian lunks is not my idea of a fight. And I was truly hoping to inspire them."
"To visit the casualty ward? Come on, green eyes, what's really bothering you?"
Toreus sat back down at the table, the other students eyeing him nervously, a few of the females with strange, lusty looks in their eyes.
"How can my father and the Council stand by and let this travesty continue. King Nathan and House Taylor have helped us time uncounted in the past and yet in their hour of need no troops, nor fighters or ships of war come to their aid."
"The law says that the Emperor may not commit troops to the field without the consent of the Chancellor and that once that is done they may not stay in the field more than ninety days without Council approval."
"Chancellor Ghanis Jordan is a traitor," spat my tall friend.
"No, he is cautious. The Arcadians have technology that is somewhat more advanced than us .and our lands, still fallen under the confederacy of the Shattered Empires of Pangea. Many of our nations, have yet to join my fathers alliance with other kingdoms of Northern Pangea .The dream of a united Pangaean world, once dreamed by Lord Thrull Khonn and Lord Toreus Starkiller ,has yet to be achieved–we strong to a point, but not as strong as my father wishes us to be and the Chancellor fears reprisals if the Wallaces win, which more than seems likely if you listen to that shelling."
"Fek!” **
"Don't curse."
"Parp!” *
"If your Empress Cassandra heard you she'd wash out you mouth."
Shame on me. I taught young Toreus to curse and swear. But I have appearances to maintain. Can't have the future ruler of a multi-plate empire sounding like a teamster from Thule.
"My mother would be in those streets with a rifle," said Toreus Rhann.
"The Empress is bound by the same laws as the rest of the Imperial Family—as are you."
"Fek the law."
"There you go again. It's just that you've been drinking bitters on an empty gut. Let's eat and later we'll discuss what we can do."
"Hunger is always a cat's first imperative," said Toreus.
"Indeed it is to any sensible species. But I'm glad to hear you using words of more than four letters."Shakhorja added
‘’ Chancellor Ghanis Jordan dosen’t like me.’’Prince added.’’’He would not cry if I got accidently killed while staying at the Arcadian Univercity.’’
‘’Nor would Warlord Gharvan Rhaynarr.’’Shakhorja commented.’’We seem to have a few enemies at home among the Thuvian Royal Court.Neither protested when your father sent’’
‘’I can handle them both in my own time.’’Toreus Rhann,arrogantly boosted.
‘’Neither protested when your father sent you off to scholl among such a hot political climate.Infact,if I remember,both insisted your father,Warlord King Toreus Rhann send you away,with me at your side’’the Silver Lion Prince interjected.
‘’I know.I often wondered why-beyond the academic studies,did father want me here,knowing full well,I’d not resist wanting to get involved in the war,if such came be ?’’
‘’Thrull’s demons.Your father survived far too long to not know his way around the royal court,as well as a battle field,my young Thuvian Prince.’’Shorkhoja finished.’’If he sent you here,he knew what he was doing,far more any other back home-including your dear mother.’’
Prince Toreus Rhann turned and through some Arcadian money on the barkeeps table.
‘’Sorry about the mess. By Thrull Old bones, junior here plans to sleep out the end of the war.’ the Prince continued.’ Give him and yellow pants outside, in the alley a place upstairs, in one of your most hospitable rooms, to sleep off their drinking games.’’
Frackeer Moosekall nodded and the huge, Caladonean behind the bar moved to pick up the first brother from his place on the floor. He’d bring the other one inside, once Prince Rhann and myself were gone.
Prince Toreus Rhann thought about Frackeer Moosekall and the various members of MacKhain’s Den.If they needed,they could hide themselves,plus anyone else,like the two Vanarian lunks in the den’s sub basement.Many taverns and many other buildings had such sub basements-they led to the Great Neitherworld of Terra-Prime.A vast network of subterrainian world existed all over the sphere,connected by a equir network of a Subterrainean Transit System,found much in many cities of this artificial world-often patrol by Thuvian Rangers,called Tunnel Stalkers-to the Great Starkillers were apart of.
***
We left the Student Union campus after eating at MacKhain’s Den and walked across the University Quadrangle, past the statue of Leonidus I. Old Leo looked sad as his fierce, bronze countenance looked out toward the fall of the dynasty he had founded.
The air was full of smoke and the smell of weapons propellant, blood, death and that pee smell that comes from energy weapons.
I looked up at the horizon and as far sunward along the Great Sphere as I could without squinting. Arcadopolis, like most capitol cities on the Sphere, is at the center of the world plate and therefore at what would be the bottom of the bowl. You could look out equal distances in any direction and see the upward curve of the horizon as far as the thin rim of the wall—if a high building was not in your way. I tried to see if I could make out the Wallace forces surrounding the city. But, alas, I could not. The University of Arcadopolis is too deep in the forest, so to speak, of the biggest city on the Arcadian Plate.Dark clouds of black smoke obscured my feline vision.I could only see,two great fleets of air craft,stilling batlling it out as who hold ground above the distants skies of Arcadia,in a disparate attempt to keep the Taylor House in charge of this Arcadian city a bit longer.
I craned my neck up sunward, squinting and could make out other plates of the great sphere until the sun blotted them out. It looked so peaceful out there. No army of madmen trying to take life and freedom away from anyone—as far as I could see. Terra Prime, the great sphere, is a turbulent place full of all manner of species and cultures. Many of them just as violent and stupid as House Wallace—the architects of this current debacle.
"The Wallaces will be in this part of the city soon," said Toreus Rhann. "I can feel it in my bones."
"You could also just look around you," I pointed out. "How long has it been since we saw a trooper or policeman in Taylor livery?"
Toreus the Slayer nodded. "The Wallaces and their Ki'Vhan allies will come here and try to take us off-platers as hostages to use as leverage against our home governments."
"You are a prince and have diplomatic immunity," I said.
"Won't stop them. They'll be afraid of Pangaea and the Thuvian Rangers. They'll want leverage. And they have no treaties with the Empire. This is a completely new government. Just to show how tough they are they'll dissolve even the simplest trade agreement. That's the Wallace way—chunkheads."
"But to harm an Imperial Prince, or to hold him prisoner, for that matter, is an act of war," I pointed out. "The Council and the Chancellor will have no choice but to act. In the very least a punitive raid."
Toreus rubbed his broad chin. "I did not think of that."
The Prince started to walk faster.
"What is your hurry?” I asked leaping ahead to keep up with his long stride.
"We must go to our quarters. I have to prepare."
"Prepare?” I asked. "For what?"
"Follow me and see, big fellow."
***
We went back to the house that Toreus and I shared in the Bridgeford Square area of Arcadopolis City.It was somewhere after noon,around 4.P.M-standard Arcadian Eastern Seaboard Time.The worlds plated artificial dusky skies were about give into night,as the Thuvian Prince could the roar of distant artificial thunder in the Great Hills beyond the Central City landscape . Being a Royal, Toreus did not have to take a dorm room on campus. We had a nice little Arcadian house near school. A house guarded by Vanarian robots since Toreus refused a detachment of Rangers as his personal security detail. He considered it cowardly and a waste of good fighting men and women. His father had agreed. I said they were much alike.
Prince Toreus Rhann’s own Thuvian Snow Falcon-Ulyseas-named after his great grand father, was perched upon, his Falconer’s stand-great green eyes kept surveillance of the Thuvian Prince. Like Shakhorja-the falcon, had a telepathic link to the Thuvian and often-helped hunt prey, in the Great Thuvian Highlands of home.
Toreus went up to his bedroom and showered. I flopped myself down on the big bed and groomed my claws. I could smell the scent of female humans on the mattress. Not an unpleasant smell but not the smell of a lioness.
The Prince emerged from the bathroom and took off his robe, beginning to dress. Instantly I knew we were in for trouble.
He put on the underskin that is worn under rugby suits in the rough brand of that ancient sport played by Arcadians—or under nanotech battle armor. He dressed in bloused uniform slacks. The tan uniform pants appeared at first to be similar to the traditional buckskinned pants of the warriors, of Northern Almerhand, back home, but with more high tech and modern type of stitching.The Combat armor was temperature resistant to a degree and provided limited protection from any hostile threat forces,by way it’s Atlantean Atlantium Kryventorium Kelvar fibers,woven into it’s design and manuefacture.
Next, he put on a twill fatigue shirt and armor bracelets and the biomed armband, with its medical biorecorder to collect all physical body function for later medical data collection and the nanotech armor belt—that many soldiers of the world, used to defend against many of the advanced technological military weapons of war. Prince Rhann, put on his Utility Belt, which held various devices, such as needed in the combat field, tools to fix Spike or smart speeder bike, many Thuvian Rangers used, a Sarkhon Technologies Utility Belt Hand Comlink, equipped a universal translator, surveillance sensor and link spy remote technology, that hung the right side of the web belt. On the other side, hung an ammo pouch-a long, leather case with several zipper containers, which held various small circular, plastic vile, filled coins of various countries, emergency medical supplies, such as medicines, for minor injuries, and odds and ends of stuff, spare battery packs and so for the. Toreus Rhann then strapped his secondary utility belt-often called a sword belt even though it is not used to carry a sword, he carried the standard Thuvian Short Sword, not as big and frightful as the large Thuvian long, Broad Sword, but it would have to do for now.
He put on a headband that continued more of the nanotech armor but not the skullcap that would protect the top of his head. He preferred not to wear it, as he preferred his enemies to see his long, warrior's hair. In Thuvia, warriors wear their hair long. Among soldiers, long locks are a sign of his warrior strength. Off-plate fools often laugh and ask Toreus if he's a woman or a man. Toreus Rhann has often answered with a fist, which has caused the Diplomatic Corps much chagrin as they pay off nitwits with big mouths and long hospital bills.
Inset in the headband was an emerald jewel that sparkled when the light hit it. This was Toreus Rhann's Guider Gem.--an ancient Atlantean device, that gave a worthy warrior knowledge and guidance. If one were willing to listen—and Toreus was not always willing to do so—the Guider contained much of the knowledge and wisdom of the ages. It was more than just a mere computer peripheral—much much more.It also acted as a kind of masking device to block out anyone with any type of telepathic abilities and detection equiptment,by intervereing outside transmissions,by way of it’s stealthy chamouflage abilities
"I see you have decided to wear me," said the voice of the Guider that only Toreus and I could hear via neural radio link.
"Do not get excited, gem," said Toreus. "It's for show."
"Your enemies surround you and you dress for battle. Hardly a show."
"Battle is not my plan. Not directly, anyway."
Two feathers from a Thuvian Snow Falcon, also hung adorned the headband, hanging from the left side—the traditional heart side—and just behind the ear. These were a warrior's prize, won in a contest in the Thuvian Highlands when the Prince was ten. Boys and girls in Thuvia engaged in such contest to prove their worthiness as warriors and as future citizens.
Toreus Rhann donned his standard Thuvian Rangers combat utility vest and inserted his Paxton Ripper 12mm pistol in its shoulder rig and his Thuvian fighting knife in its scabbard. Situated in his right hip holster, was his Paxton Ripper model 347-blaster pistol, a special handgun, that was designed to handle to different kinds of ammo-standard 12mm rounds, special armor piercing, Atlantium tipped rounds and could if needed switch to electro magnetic plasma pulse rounds, which pierce through Ki’Vhan battle armor, if needed. A second Thuvian Survival knife was shoved into a scabbard, strapped his right leg. Opposite, was an Atlantean stun baton-a non-lethal weapon, once used before the time of the Starkillers, to control prisoners, rioting crowds, and enemies of the state? Some think this weapon could from the time of Thrull Khonn’s Great Second Golden Age, before the Great Cataclysmic Era, of the Trongaroth Wars, upon the Shattered Pangean Lands, whiles feel it dates even further-even ancient intergalactic history, before this universe began and other seemingly ended.
"Pistol is loaded and functional," said Guider. "Are you sure this is not a battle?"
"Yes."
Finally, he draped a large scarlet and gold amulet about his neck, with an engraved image of a lion face upon, accompanied by two sabers like toothed claws. It was his Lord of Lions symbol-given to him, for achieving the honor of hunting and surviving among my species, when we were young. He usually only wore it before going into battle or at ceremonial gatherings of the clan. My guess was that the clan was not coming here to Arcadia for a shindig.
Guider, in its wisdom, saw this too and commented on it. "No fight?"
"No, we are going to surrender forcing the Wallaces to commit an act of war against the Empire."
He put on his long, leather coat leaving it unbuttoned for easy access to his weapons. Not the action of a man about to surrender.
"You don't surrender," said the Guider.
"There's a first time for everything," said the Prince.
"Not surrendering. Not for you. Your first time will be your last and most likely the last time that any enemy hears you say I surrender."
Before he could answer, we heard the sound of military vehicles in the road. It took no genius to guess that the Ki'Vhan, the mercenary hirelings of the Wallaces, had arrived.
‘’Thrull’s Demons-it seems fates had chosen for us.’ Prince Toreus Rhann cursed, as his keen ultra sensitive hears hear sounds of Ki’Vhan soldiers and Armored Personnel Carriers moving toward his private Arcadian residence. Huge foot soldiers were already moving out among the city streets, moving about the dark, stygian alleys and doorways, in search of the possible Arcadian Resistance Forces. The hulking shape an APC savagely moved in front of the Bridgeford Square home. Some Ki’Vhan Squad commander shouted something his native tongue.
‘’Shi- Shoult!’ Shi- Shoult! .Versbein Ock .Khai Nhi. ' ''’ ’’Guider Translation from Ki’Vhan to Thuvian English.’ Halt! Halt! Move Out. Now’’. Several Ki’Vhan could be heard by our sensitive ears, moving into the sidewalk and green, freshly cut lawn. Heavy booted foot falls thudded onto hard concrete and into soft grasses outside, coming toward the location of Armond Street ,which was where Toreus Rhann, was currently living.The Thuvian Prince,doned,his Scarlet cape,the sign of royalty-also bullet proof,to a degree-composed of Atlantium Clothe and charged various microdeflection generators-a another gift,left by the Atlanteans,found within the New Genisis Bunkers,re-discovered by the ancient Starkiller Clan.It would the Thuvian Prince a bit of cover from enemy fire,as he moved out into the combat area.It also,combined the other personal equiptment,the Atlantean Replicator Arm Band-also of Atlantean origin,a bit of resisance to wear and tair,the Chamouflage network woven into it’s fibers,limited stealth shielsing from long range sensory detection equiptment.
Prince Toreus Rhann,reached out his gloved right hand and Ulyseas,hopped onto his wrist area with single thought and command.
‘’Come on,Old friend-Shakhorja and me are going.’’the Thuvian Prince stated.’’We don’t want to be caught with our pants down –as my father always said.’’
‘’Do tell.’’Ulyseas thought telepathically.The Thuvian Snow Falcon,slightly hopped and flew toward the First Son of Thuvia’s armored shoulder pad.Digging this bird claws into the Cathairian Leatherlike armor,Ulyseas turned around,as usual,to gain a better view of what was in front of him.
Prince Toreus Rhann,commanded the daylight overhead light to be lowered dimmer and waited.He with drew both of his pistols from,it’s right side,leather holster ,plus his shoulder holster and stold in the middle of the darken room.The Thuvian Ranger waited for the Ki’Vhan soldiers to enter into the darken room.Two Ki’Vhan solders kicked open the door violently and stold for a few seconds stairing at the tall dark Thuvian,dressed his Thuvian Ranger gear.For a split they hestitated and failed to fire their weapons.
The first Ki’Vhan command. - 'Shi-Shoult! 'Shi-Shoult! Nacht bvowgun.`’’Guider translated Eastern Gravh’arian Province Ki’Vhan into Terran English ‘’’Halt halt-Don’t move.’’
Toreus answered with two round in each chest.Special ammo,Atlantium Steel jacked bullets,designed to pentatrait Ki’Vhan Kryventorium Kevlar armor and their body armored deflection shielding,at close range.The two zombie soldier fell,like dead sacks of weat.Their pasty blue white faces,went more emotionless,as scarlet eyes fell dead-the light of even their dimwiited intelligence,gone forever.
Outside,other Ki’Vhan troops began riddle the Arcadian Townhouse with bullets.The buildings red brick and plaster out wall gave restistance to the gun fire,but the inner lining composed of layers of Kryventorium ceramics –a kind of Atlantean plastic material of super strong and energy restistance ability,bonded other super fibers,restisted and held the bullets from pentatraiting into the building interior.Bullets cracked and formed small blisters into the transpastisteel windows.Most Arcadian Buildings were not only earthquake proof,but reinforced with special super materials,to pretect the inhabitants of any city from any external threat forces,as many other advanced worlds,upon the sphere,had used advancements,found with either the New Genisis-Bunkers or brought to this upon Corvaillian and Norvaillian Tramp freighter,for untold years now.
The Ki’Vhan Troopers,now heard enemy gun fire,coming out of several darken windows of other near by buildings.Pockets of Arcadian Restance members,obviously gaining access to this section of the city,by way of the stygian subterrainian catacomb like matrix of tunnels beneath the city,began rain down fire upon the alien zombie’s position.Special ammo,sparkled off Ki’Vhan body deflectors,weakening and enentually pentatraiting the force shielding.Ki’Vhan Warriors began fall-dancing around like idiot ragmen,pulled by and forth by an unseen puppet master.Some began,those had higher intelligence,like Squade Commanders began to dive behind the armored carriers,hoping to protect themselves from enemy fire.
Prince Rhann,quickly dived out the side door of his Arcadian home,opening the residences huge,light wooded oak partition violently. Shorkhorja fallowed after.The Thuvian Warrior Prince,produced a small device,off his utilty combat belt-a small ignition control and activated it.Hidden,within the bushed,was a huge,dark smart speeder bike or Spike,called Ebony-his personal two wheeled motorcycle like transport.Twine scarlet eyes,began to light eirilly,like some evil demon horse from hell.A low,roar of it’s engines followed.
‘’Ingition,Ebony.’’Prince Toreus Rhann commanded’’Engage.’’
The Thuvian Warrior,hopped upon the jet black metallic horse.A huge,brown leather riding saddle,was set atop the spike’s artificial back.Behind,two his left,was his Vhentuckian long rifle.Paxton Ripper model rk19,set within a long,leather holster,with Gemonesse leather braids and Thuvian Hunting Falcon feathers.Two leather saddle bags,were found behind that to each side-four in all,filled various emergency rasions-RRI’s,field equiptment,tools,spair ammo clips,water cantines,some filled various fruite juices.
Toreus Rhann,grasped the right and left spike handle bars.the brake in his right and ignition handle to his left.His keen,green eyes scanned the back wall.Quickly,he drove his spike backward,as to get a good jumping start and hoped the cycles limited,ground effects repulsor drive,would carry himself and the bike over,more that three feet off the ground.The Thuvian Prince,dug his booted heels into the Spike sterip like,feet peedled,firmly grasped the left ignition grip and gunned the engine.Ki’Vhan soldiers,just having heard the direction of the load noise appeared in outside garden area and aimed their rifle.Toreus.Rhann,drove his spike Ebony forward and
Jumped his hover bike over the 5 foot high wall that devided his property from the next door neighbors.
I followed the Prince over the high wall.Ki’Vhan soldiers shooting into the vacant area,where we once were.Prince Toreus Rhann,turned his spike around as he saw something huge appear in front of his path.He turn and drove in the other direction of Arbory Road as the armored personnel carriers full of Ki'Vhans pulled up at the end of the street,stopping to see if any acitivety was moving up or down this cross section.A Ki’Vhan looked about nearly missing a man on a spike and a white lion running beside him,turning around a deserted alleyway between two high residences..He looked again,thinking he saw a ghost or something else,like the white bed sheet blowing in the wind,once attached one of the homes clothe lines..Nothing moved-save us in the shadows of what was left of this Arcadian neighborhood.Toreus crossed a road known as Bellers Way and the three of us,tried move in and out of parked debris of burning cars,armored carriers,blasted down walls,twisted wreckage of street lamps and so forth,as the Ki'Vhan forces moved upon this section of the city.Bridgeford Square was devoid of anyone save Ki'Vhan and plus one Thuvian Prince,his platinum haired lion and black and white falcon companions.
The Ki'Vhan troops began to flood out and kick down doors.I could call them zombie like move about the street,silently patrolling the remnants of this once ancient Arcadian neighborhood. Toreus Rhann slowly moved down the road toward them his hands raised-the spike controlled by the vehicles artificial brain alone. The armored mercs look at him no doubt with puzzled expressions on their faces. Though that was difficult to determine through their combat visors,now switched night vision,to see in the darken streets of the Arcadian city,the Ki’Vhan could not exactly understand what a lone figure,with a Thuvian Hunting Falcon on his hover bike,accompanied by a silver haired lion .
Ki'Vhan do not have a wide range of facial expressions anyway. They are wired up mercenaries. Men from various worlds who joined the Ki'Vhan because they had nothing better to do or else were grown in test tubes and raised to be—or so they think—the ultimate soldier.The Ki’Vhan troops followed the commands of the Squade Leader,who directed then to advance upon this strange,outlander.
shi-shoult! outlandar'shi-shoult! nacht bvowgun

Now the Ki'Vhan were advancing cautiously toward Toreus, their weapons raised. I advanced too, despite my misgivings.My Prince either allow himself to captured or try and fight it out with the Ki’Vhan trooper.I was not sure exactly what the Thuvian Ranger had in mind,nor I think did he.He was playing this plan by ear-hoping to surrender and force a military action or fight it out with the near mindless Ki’Vhan and escape into the darken streets of the city.Suddenly,the Guider spoke and startled Toreus Rhann out of his dilemma.
"Warning, oh Prince,' said Guider. "I detect incoming artillery shells."
It was then that mortar shells began to rain down on the enemy personnel carriers destroying several of them and scattering dead soldiers to the winds.
"Possible hostiles on the roofs," said the Guider. "Armored and armed men."
I became aware of movement on the roofs to either side of the street and in several apartments. This was one of the lower districts of this titanic city,where smaller buildings were found among the monuemental mile high towers of the Arcadian Central City area.Gothic towers of silver,gold trim and light blue crystaline,that bespoke of possible partial Atlantean and Sidairian origins,of the ancient First Golden Ages of Terra-Prime,burned and shattered,were smoking in the distance.Toreus Rhann,could see the Royal Palace,in the near center of the city and Great Snow White crystal monuement,that was undoughtably the Arcadian New Genisis Bunker-those ancient storehouses of knowledge and artifacts and rebirth,found scattered all over the Sphere,at various stragegic locations looming upon the near by broken and burning buildings. There were men up there-possably the local resistance forces by their various dress-Arcadian,working with Thuvian Rangers,Tyrhainean mercenairies and Vanderheim mercenairies. And they were armed with blaster pistols,swords and energy lances-possably Atlantean design. Lasers discharged and bullets rained down on the Ki'Vhan. The one's moving toward the Prince's location had frozen, shaken by the sudden attack.
"There is a high probability that the enemy will engage you in retaliation," said Guider.
‘’So much for my usual solution,Guider’’Prince Toreus Rhann commented.
Now the Ki'Vhan fired their weapons at Toreus. Lasers and bullets cut through the tail of my Prince's coat. The Thuvian, along his two companions quickly dashed into a deserted alley, avoiding the oncoming Ki'Vhan forces. Prince Toreus,quited down his spike’s engine and waited for Ki’Vhan troopers to desend upon his area. One out of sight, the Ki'Vhan shopped firing as if awaiting new order from their Central Command Squad Leader. Ki’Vhan, often worked as unite-the Squad leader, would coordinate the troops actions and operations. Without them, these artificially created zombie soldiers, where nothing more than pawns for a higher command structure.Several Ki’Vhan troops were heading toward the alley,we were hiding in.
I spotted a large man in armor and a hood that concealed his facial features moving back from the edge of the roof with several other similar dressed men while his comrades continued to rain down fire on the hapless Ki'Vhans. These were no doubt guerillas in the employ of the Taylors. A stay behind force to make sure that the royal family had time to escape and the Wallaces did not enjoy an easy victory.
"So much for surrender," said Guider. "Nobody was doing that today."
‘’Guider-give a tactical sensor scan on the hooded subject.’ The Thuvian Warrior commanded.’ I want to who he friend or foe. What he ate for dinner last night and when he last took a dum.’’
‘’Affirmative, Warrior.’’ the Guider responded.’ Sensor scans beginning.’’
Prince Toreus Rhann then looked to his hunting falcon Ulyseas. perched on his shoulder. He knew to use this Thuvian Hunting Falcon, equipped all sorts of nano sensors, could help assist the Guider, in it's surveillance of the local area. Thuvian Hunting Falcons, were used for centuries by the Thuvians and those similar type, by civilizations back on ancient Earth around the twelfth and thirteenth centuries, and ,as far back as ancient Atlantis-back before time began in this universe. Thuvians, like many newer civilizations, adopted much of their ways into their own and made them apart of their culture. Common Atlantean Hunting Falcons-a genetically engineered. Larger variety of the Peregrine Falcon was modified by bionic cybernetic systems at first and later nanotechnology, to improve their hunting skills. Later on, even some members of the Legion of Time-Sorcerers. along with such creatures as dogs and cats, would falcons as tactical field assistance, feeling such animals were less likely to detected by enemy forces and those augmented intelligence often out-thought similar tactical intelligence system, due their ages old hunting skills. Also, they were felt to better companions on long, away solo field missions or away team field missions. He could hear more fire between the Arcadian Resistance Forces and Ki'Vhan forces exchanging fire in the street
''Ulyseas, I have a job for you.’ Prince Toreus Rhann told his avian companion.’ I need you to fly up and quietly survey the perimeter-always assist the Guiders sensor scans. Give a more accurate detail of the local area.''
''Will do, boss. ''Ulyseas telepathically, transitting his mental communications to Prince Rhann, via the link Shakhorja and him, shared with Guider device.’ Those Ki'Vhan piss pot pinheads will never know I'm around.''
And that Ulyseas, the Thuvian Hunting Falcon hopped down Prince Toreus Rhann's should and onto his right gauntleted hand. He spread out his wingspan of around 80–120 cm (31–47 in), gave out a loud screech, and took off as Prince Toreus Rhann held up his gloved hand to give his avian friend a better lift off capacity. Toreus Rhann's superior catlike eye sight watched as Ulyseas flew off into the distant clouds of Terra-Prime, disappearing into the blue skies, with faintly outlined landmasses of other sphere world plates, located somewhere opposite to the Arcadian world. Prince Toreus suddenly had a moment of concern, placing his old friend into an alien and dangerous environment, such these Thrull curse Arcadian lands, haunted and patrolled by the near mindless Ki'Vhan. Hunting medium sized birds such as doves, waterfowl, songbirds and pigeons, was one thing, for a Thuvian Hunting Falcon to do, but those Ki'Vhan imbeciles were another thing. What if Ulyseas flew to close to the ground, some Ki'Vhan nitwit accidentally spotted him flying over head and got off a lucky shot. He could not only been a valued allie, but a close companion, he has had for many years now.
''Don't worry, my Prince,Ulyseas will be fine.''Shakhorja spoke standing behind the First Prince of Thuvia,breaking him out of his deep,dark thoughts.''There isn't one of those idiot pinheads who could land a shot on him,let alone one on you or me.''
Prince Toreus turned and smiled as he looked down upon his snow white feline freind.He knew the Caporonean Silver Lion correct.As a team they were a formidable trio-a Thuvian Prince and two companions-a lion and a falcon.Most likely,Ki'Vhan were very superstitious and the sight of a great warrior commanding such wild life creatures,would as odd and unnatural,as Tarzan of the Apes,commanding a herd of elephants and Great Apes,into some natives village in one of those old holovids of that Edgar Rice Burroughs character.
''Your right,Old freind.What am I worrying about.''Prince Toreus Rhann spoke sudden renued vigor and vitality.''By Thrull Khonn's Mighty will,let em come-we'll show how one Thuvian Ranger can take on twenty of them single handedly.''
''Besides.I want to who that guy lurking about the roof is.I've got a hunch,by his dress-he's not Ki'Vhan.''
Toreus' pistol came out as he exited the alley away ,turned as his keen catlike green eyes focassed on the lead Ki'Vhan soldier ,with two companions and armor-piercing shells cut down three Ki'Vhan in a row as the Prince retreated toward cover. The the first Ki'vhan fell over first,followed by his two side fellow officers. He had his fight. Intended or not. He fired as he retreated and as Guider detected targets.
I retreated as well. I prefer hand-to-hand combat to gun fighting. Guns are not a lion's weapon of choice or design.
We retreated to an alley as the men in hoods continued to exchange weapons fire with the Ki'Vhans. I scanned the rooftops with my keen vision. I could no long see the big man and his comrades.
Toreus, I thought radioed to my Prince. I think the Taylors arranged this ambush.
"Damn!" swore Toreus aloud.
"I agree with 85% certainty," said Guider. "And the guerrillas are behind us."
I became aware of the men in the alley behind us. So did Tor. He jumped to his feet, drawing his fighting knife.
The big man I had seen earlier pointed a heavy rifle at him and said: "Easy, big guy. I'm not here to shoot you."
"99% truth,warrior prince" said Guider.
"Who the hell are you?"
The man whipped off his hood and smiled with a beefy boyish grin. "Name's Colin O'Brien, Captain Colin O'Brien-I'm a Thuvian Highlander-Thuvian Ranger-just like you-mercenary in the employ of Kotharr Khonn."
"100% truth," said Guider.
''Got separed from my own troops and those Arcadian Resistors back there,I was hooked up with for awhile.''O'Brien added.
"100% truth,again my prince warrior freind" said Guider.

Toreus' eyebrows went up. I supposed mine would have too, had I had any.
"Lord Kotharr Khonn sent you?"
In case you're not a reader of history,Supreme General Kotharr Khonn was the Weapons Master of the Imperial Court of Pangaea. His ancestry spoke of both Thuvian and Delkhonean-two fiece warrior breeds,not native originally to Terra-Prime.The Thuvians,proud warriors,who fought evil for causes of justice and the Delkhon-armored soldiers,with proud tradition of the great warrior spirit-part mixture of history and heroic mythology.The House of Khonn,who line extends from the Delkhon Royality,bred some our greatest heroes and villains alike. , General Kotharr Khonn ,was one of our greatest heroes.He and my father Shokhorja, Supreme Lion King of all the Silver Lion Clans, ,fought side to side,back to back,defend Kingdom and Counrty against what the Atlanteans called Lords of Darkness-in otherwords,those elder worlds-elder supreme being on the side of evil.

General Khon,was one of the best we had.I knew him,as I knew his son Kotharr Khonn,Junior.All this one thing in the end,the Imperial House Clan of Khonn,was full of one badassed motherfekers.Which meant that he was the wiliest general, strategist, and all around fighter that the Rhann family had. And the Rhann family is packed heavy with fighters, believe you me. Kotharr had trained Toreus in the martial arts from the time he was old enough to swing a fist or a knife. Kotharr also handled all of the Empire's black operations—those done in quiet without knowledge of the Council or permission of the Chancellor.
So apparently we were not alone behind enemy lines after all. Uncle Kotharr had sent some of his employees to make sure we did not fall into unfriendly hands.
Poor Toreus, he can never be a step ahead of daddy and Kotharr Khonn.
"Kotharr Khonn," Toreus shook his head. "I should have known. Why didn't he inform me of your presence?"
Colin O'Brian leaned forward into Toreus space, grinning.
"Black ops, your highness. We play all our cards close to the vest. Besides rescuing you was our last mission."
"And your first?"
O'Brian tapped his full lips. "You're not authorized to know, sir."
"I'm the Crown Prince, fool."
"Don't be so hard on yourself. And you're still outside the chain of command. Ask Khonn about it when you see him.
"Now, shall we get out of here before the Ks regroup?"
‘’Warrior sensor scans indicate that individual, has in numerous resent combat saturations.Scans,indicate several minor bruises .Scans indicate,he is only armed with his standard weapons-minus his Thuvian Short sword.He was a few standard MRE’s rasions,a standard comlinks communicator,Thuvian Combat Knife and Electro Plasma Stun baton.’’
‘’Thanks Guider.’’Toreus Rhann finished.
‘’Who the Frek are you talking ,too-Prince ?’’O’Brian asked.
‘’My Guider Gem-by Thrull Khonn’s Sword.’’The Lord of Lions stated.
‘’Personal AI-huh Prince Rhann.’’Colin O’Brian said with a bit grimy smile.
‘’Artificial Intelligence Combat Field Telepathic Data Comlink Gem.’’the Guider telepathical corrected the Thuvian Soldier.
‘’Shut up,Guider.’’Toreus Rhann ordered.
‘’Having Problems with the little jewel I see.’’O’Brian speculated.
‘’Never mind,Captain O’Brian-‘’the Thuvian Lord asked’’Where’s your sword ?The Thuvian military issued every soldier standards equiptment and your without your Thuvian Short Sword.’’
‘’Sorry,to despoint you,my Prince.’ Captain O’Brian said,’ but lost it in a fight back yonder-trying to help a buddy evacuate some citizens from Arcadia. I think I last saw sticking out of a Ki’Vhans heart back at the Rothschild Space Port. Sorry, I could retrieve it. I was fighting off a whole bunch several squad of Ki’Vhan warriors with my rifle at the time, while my friend Zacheriah Sarkhon lifted off in my ship the Scarlet Shadow, with his wife Ivhanna and a few evacuee’s.’’
‘’99% truth," said Guider. but I would be so sure about the number of Ki’Vhan he fought off. He may be exaggerating a bit. Warrior Toreus.’’
''You Thuvian Short sword is the best way to handle a Ki'Vhan equipped a body armor force shield.’ Prince Toreus Rhann added.’ If weren't so carelessly to leave your weapon behind-even in battle, you’d have it right now''
''Hell Yes, my Prince...I'll remember that next I'm fighting off a dozen or so pinheads.” Captain O'Brian sarcastically responded.
Toreus Rhann eyed him, momentarily, wanting to knock in his teeth for the insulting attitude. But father once told him of an incident in his own youth, where such actions rashly acted out on left another young Prince Toreus Rhann up on a heap of trouble for busting the head of a fellow officer-Colonel Mitus Kane-a Thuvian Highlander, his father disliked and often disagreed with on many situations-combat strategies, types of women, what type of beer to drink. This young Prince Toreus Rhann thought better to have this man at your side than against him. Let in go for now-while the Ki'Vhan zombies were patrolling the city. Prince Toreus Rhann looked up and sensed Ulyseas the Falcon near by. His sensitive vision spotted the great bird circling above and swooping lower to gain less altitude as he did. Ulyseas turned once as Captain O’Brian also saw the Thuvian Snow Falcon dive inward as the Lord of Lions held his right gloved hand, for the great bird to land upon. The Thuvian Highlander stared in amazement-he had heard stories of Thuvian Princes commanding such animals, but rarely had he so close to witness such, not shown some holovid or tv set. Prince Toreus Rhann, turned as Ulyseas placed himself again on his shoulders.
‘’All’s clear ahead,boss.’’Ulyseas reported to the Thuvian Crown Prince.’’Some Ki’Vhan activety up aways,but nothing around here to bother us,at this time.’’
‘’Good Job,old friend.Good Job.’’Prince Rhann commened his Falcon companion.
Prince Toreus Rhann.First Son of Thuvia,Lord of Lions turned and slightly smiled Captain O’Brian.
''Now,Captain..we shall get out and later take on those Ki'Vhan bastards.''the Prince finally answered.
‘’Get on the back my spike.’’Prince Rhann commanded.
‘’Hell,no your Highness.I’ll walk.’’the Thuvian Highlander answered.
‘’I order you..’’Toreus began to say,before he interrupted by Colin O’Brian.
‘’Order all you like.I’m still getting on back.’’Captain O’Brian continued.’’I either ride along or not at all.’’
‘’Very well.’’The Thuvian Prince also continued.’’Then walk.Captain.Either way,I don’t care.’’
''By Thrull Khonn's thundering roar.hell yes,my prince..hell yes.Why not-Big bad Prince,lion and a bird.''Colin O'Brien's hulking formed followed the young Thuvian Prince,still on his spike and two companions away from the Bellers Way and the Bridgeford Square district.


***
Before the Ki'Vhan could regroup and flush them out of the houses the mercenaries were on the move. We jogged down the alleys, past troops positioned to watch our backs.Prince Toreus was forced to drive his slow,as not leave befind or roar the engine to loud and alert Ki’Vhan troops to their location. The big merc, O'Brian jogged along beside Toreus, occasionally engaging in his dangerous habit of leaning in too close to the warrior prince or running into his path of the Thuvian crown princes spike.. I think he was well aware of the danger. I just do not think that he gave a damn. Of perhaps he was one of those people who enjoyed toying with dangerous individuals and situations. That would seem to justify his profession.
"Where are we going?" Toreus asked.’’You seem to be getting tired.’’
‘’I’m fine.Thanks for asking.’’O’Brian said.’’As for where were going-
We're getting you out of the United Kingdom before the Wallaces can lay hands on you."
"Are we headed for the sub-shuttles?" I asked.
’’I can’t get two of us far on my spike here.We need something faster,heavier to outrun the Ki’Vhan Spike Patrol Unites.’’Toreus Rhann,gestured to his own vehicle.
The mercenary eyed me nervously. Talking cats are not everyone's cup of tea.He then glaced back at Prince Rhann-a more human,friendlier figure,that he understood.
"Shuttles are packed with Taylor troops and people on their way out. The King has sent the Royal family to safety and now he's advancing in the other direction to put together a resistance force."
"Where has the Royal family gone?" Toreus asked. He'd been at the Christening of Prince Leonidus and was the Child's Second Godfather.
"Don't know," said O'Brian. "And don't wanna know. Rumor has it off-Sphere and other rumors have it that Joshua Sarkhon sent them to Genesis Prime—the Atlantean capital in this worldline district. My favorite is the baby universe where they might be hidden. Fashioned by Joshua Sarkhon himself. Oh. There be all sorts of rumors."
‘’And we can expect no help from the Atlanteans of Atlantis-Prime,neither.The word is Elder Supreme Lord,Ghalmeath Sarkhon-who rules among the Imperial House Clans of Sarkhon,upon Genesis-Prime wanted to send in his Imperial Atlantean might-The Atlantean Star Fleet and the the Atlantean Star Forces,backed by the Imperial Atlantean ground forces-the Atlantean Army,the Imperial Atlantean Colonial Marines and their elite offworld super trooper-the Temporal Guard,but he needed the consent of the Time-Sorcerers Guild first.’’
‘’And those tea sucking cowards-certain members of the Guild voted no to interfearing in further affair of this world-directly anyway.’’O’Brian interjected.
‘’The Imperial Houses of Shaitanus,Karza and Moontharr mainly.’’Shakhorja added.
‘’Balless turds,Kitty Kat.’’Colin O’Brian cursed.’’By the Starkillers-If I had a dime for every Atlantean bastard Time-Sorcerers…’’
‘’You don’t,O’Brian.’’Prince Toreus Rhann interrupted.’’
‘’Standard interstellar news,My Prince.’’O’Brian added.’’What of it ?’’
‘’What isn’t standard news,is Ghalmeath Sarkhon wanted away around the Guilds veto powers.’’Prince Rhann imformed Colin O.Brian.
‘’How.”The Thuvian Mercenary asked.
‘’One word.Rather one name-Supreme Lord Adam Sarkhon.’’Toreus Rhann responded.
‘’ Supreme Lord Adam Sarkhon,First Son of Supreme Lord,Ghalmeath Sarkhon.Adam Sarkhon,who rules on the ancient Atlantean Colony world Atlantis-Prime.’’the Guider imformed.
‘’But ,Ghalmeath Sarkhon did not see eye to eye .Adam Sarkhon on how to see this situation on Terra-Prime.While the Atlanteans of Genesis-Prime were happered by the Guild of Time-Sorcerers,the Atlanteans of Atlantis-Prime simply had a council of Elder Lords to handle political matters.The Legion of Time-sorcerer,were managed by a Council of Elder Supreme Time Sorcerers.’’Prince Toreus Rhann imformed Captain Colin O’Brian.’’The Elder Supreme Lord felt his son’s Imperial Forces a way to assist the conflicts of the sphere.’’
‘’The Guild then had no way of preventing Adam Sarkhon from getting involved,then.’’O’Brian surmised.’’So why didn’t this Adam Sarkhon help ?’’
‘’Supreme Lord Adam Sarkhon felt that the troubles of Terra-Prime was so important as the threat he faced back home in his region of time and space.’’Toreus Rhann continued.’’He was afraid of ancient threats to the home space,with the Atlantean Galaxy,where Atlantis-Prime existed.’’
‘’The Return of the Titan Wars.’’the Guider interjected.’’The very ignition that started the Atlantean Cold War,in the first place,in the ancient,old universe,that spread to this one.’’
‘’I know something those things.The Titans –huge,armored beings turned on the ancient Atlanteans-sent giant doomsday weapons at them like the Gravis-Rho.’’O’Brian added.
‘’So Supreme Lord Adam Sarkhon,stayed out of the affairs of Terra-Prime,to concentrate on keeping the threat of rogue Titans,found within his home space and preventing the great planet destroyers-the Gravis –Rho,from leaving the Atlantean Galaxy-protecting us all from waging a war with them before we were ready to defend ourselves.’’
‘’Best,thing either Lord,Ghalmeath Sarkhon or Adam Sarkhon,could is send in his temporal agents,various members of the Legion of Time-Sorcerers,to act as advisors,to the governments of many worlds –which includes Terra-Prime,upon this section of the Milky Ways Galaxy.’’O’Brian commented.
‘’You seemed to know a bit about matters beyond the sphere-many upon world don’t’’Prince Rhann speculated.’’Or by Thrull Khonn’s might,believe them nothing ancient mythology.’’
‘’I have a friend,who’s a big fan of the Temporal Cold Wars,believing waged across time and space,by various fraction of the Elder Races.’’Colin O’Brian stated.’’He talks too much,but in the end,you get to hear a lot matters beyond the normal worlds of humanity.’’
‘’Is that so,O’Brian ?’’Prince Rhann answered.’’I still,wish we find a shuttle station.I’ve had experience piloting them.I could call one of my fathers sub shuttles,pitioned near,by remote.’’
‘’Won’t help,Prince-shuttles still have navigated all evaluating ones leaving the area.’’O’Brian.’’By the time,one of your shuttles make to a safe point,we might be captured or killed by the enemy.’’
‘’By the Starkillers,still would like to try.’’Toreus Rhann bravely stated.”
An occasional echoe of enemy motar thunder could be heard in the hills beyond the city.Obviously,the Arcadian Troops were keeping the Ki’Vhan at bay,preventing them from repelling the Taylor forces from their encampment outside the capital city.If Prince Toreus Rhann and company could only reach,perhaps the two Thuvian Rangers could help.Colin O’Brian looked at Toreus Rhann,hoping to finish their discussion of the Arcadian War’s military and political strategy.The big Thuvian Highlander finally broke the momentary silence.
‘’Besides,we can’t use the Shuttles.That Resistance I was hooked up with witnessed some pretty nasty fekking crap,just a while back.”Colin O’Brian added,trying to change the subject back the shuttle transit problem.The sub shuttles,were hign speed subterrainean trains ,used by the citizens and the military to quickly travel within the inner neitherworld of Terra-Prime.Many were piloted through this darkened underground world,were called Tunnel Stalkers-something started around the time of the Great Lord Thrull Khonn.Tunnel Stalkers or Tunnel stalker-A term or slang term used to describe anyone, who pilots a subterranean Transport Tunnel, through the infinite transit system of the dysonsphere known as Terra Prime. Subterranean mag lev type train, capable of high speed transportation across the globe or around the inner surface or underground-neitherworld of a dysonsphere or planet. These sub shuttle could be piloted anywhere within in the known or unknown worlds of Terra-Prime. The Trongaroth Invaders, who invaded much of the Great Pangaean Land, where the many Shattered Empires of Pangea lie, had rerouted many of these tunnel systems and thus made new,unexpected network systems of new tunnelways to various unknown parts of the Great Sphere.. The Thuvian Rangers have erected certain members to travel these sub shuttle tunnels to explore them and map location. Many of them lead to sub shuttle transit stations-where passengers can enter or exit the shuttle trains. Here at certain points, Special Cargo or Troop sub shuttles can load or unload cargo at these transit stations.This spread out to other parts of the sphere,in time.
‘’I saw a bunch of Ki’Vhan troopers,with some sort of weirdoes all dressed in black hats,suites and capes.inspecting a sub shuttle transit station..They were inspecting one of the shuttle stations,occupied by the enemy forces.Something dark there seem to interest them.’
‘’What ?’’Prince Toreus Rhann asked.
‘’Don’t know..maybe a troop carrier-cargo shuttle.’’Colin O’Brien answered.
‘’Guider ?’’Prince Toreus questioned
‘’Yes,Warrior Prince.’’the Guider responded,flashing with it’s emerald twinkling gem.
‘’Whose are these black hated figures with the Ki’Vhan?’’
‘’Affirmative.Working.’’the Guider said.’’Imformation.Zatikhon Agents,working with the Ki’Vhan.’’
‘’Zatikhon ?’’O’Brien interrupted.’’Interstellar Corporate thieving fanatical bastards.’’
‘’The Zatikhon Hygemony,will be looking for some sort of profit out of the war.’’Prince Toreus Rhann added.
‘’The Zatikhon Hygemony,was an ancient,interstellar corporation,whose located and origins were shouted in the myth of interstellar history.Mysterious masked figures,shouded in darkness.They traveled in three’s-one supervisor and his two assistance.Profit and greed was their holy mission and the Zatikhon corporation,their god.They could and would do anything ligit or criminal to gain that profit and blessings of their personal god.’’the guided instructed
‘’Tell me about it.I’ve met up with them before.Real nasty pieces of work,they are.Sell you a broken replicator and then cuts your throat if they don’t get the payment on time.’’Captain O’Brien added his imput.
‘’Bravo.’’Prince Rhann commented.’’Real nice bastards in deed.’’
‘’Well,your highness-we can’t worry about them now.We got to keep going further out of the city.’’
"Where are we going," I insisted. Again that funny look.
"Off this plate and elsewhere. You'll know as soon as you know. Just not the sub-shuttles."O’Brien answered
"And then where will you go?" Toreus asked.
"Wherever the fighting is, my man. That's what I do. I'm the best fighting man in the whole wide Sphere."
"Did you proclaim yourself that or did someone with authority?" Toreus frowned.
"Hell yes. My opinion is the only one that counts. I just fight the best way I can and let the other mercs follow me and do what I do."
"Subject actually believes this," said Guider.
‘’Yes,but you still lost your sword,drenhead-when do more than just talk,then we shall see.’’The Thuvian Prince added.
Colin was certainly a brave and confident man. But that did not make him full of fek. I knew that Toreus felt that way, even without asking. Toreus and I have a rapport that goes beyond words. I also knew that the Prince respected the mercenary warrior, as much as he could respect someone as boisterous and rude who fought for mere money.
"My recommendation is trust him," said Guider.
Neither Toreus nor I argued with that.
The battlefield that was now these once grand city streets was of Arcadolopolis mostly deserted and silent.Everywhere the dead city found crimson pools among the still sprawling figures seeming to reflect the lurid red-streamered sunset sky above.Faint reflections of other worlds could be seen among the other worlds of the Great Sphere.Strange,alien bird moved among the skeleton ruins of the city,pigeons and other city dwelling avian creatures,blasted their homes among the once mile high scape scapers of the ancient metropolis.Dark birds of prey,Arkhonean Harksdropped down on mangled heaps with a rustle of dusky wings. Like harbingers of Fate a wavering.the birds began to pick at whatever remains of civilians and soldiers bodies could found laying among the deserted streets and wrecked vehicles ahead.
Prince Toreus Rhann and company moved outward away from the older.once suburbant spwall of ancient Arcadolopolis.In the distance,we could see the great hign towers of the ancient Arcadian worlds most finest cities.Great silver towers,now burned with blacken smoke soot,that fiiled two mile high skyscrapers with dark,onvious cloubs like Toreus Rhann and Coilin O’Brian imagined could be seen in alien and far off hellish nightmare worlds like the Atlanteans penal colonies of Hade-Prime and Tartarus-Prime.Strange alien air ships moved about the mile high skyscrapers,along various types of star ship vessels of all shapes and sizes.It was some hours since,Prince Toreus had fought it out the Ki’Vhan.It must been around 9 or 10.pm-maybe a little later,but Arcadolopolis was like many ancient city of Terra-Prime,a huge metropolis,that stretched for hundreds of miles or kilometers in any direction.Since there was plenty of area,upon a dysonsphere cities,suburbs and country side,seemed to spread out farther,than smaller,conventional cities upon other non sphere worlds.Cities could be either normal size or titantic metropolis cityscapes,that reach across the surface,for vast stretches of land-country roads,walled districts,ancient suburbs,now engulfed into the outer regions of these mega metropolis communities,undreamed of by most offworlders and outsiders.
We approached a line of civilian ground cars near the Chalice River that wound through the outer Old Kenton Town district of Arcadolopolis.Dark shadows moved about each windows,like dead men’s spirits refusing to leive this mortal world. Armed men in hoods guarded them. More of the mercenaries or possible restistance fighers hiding out among the burned or bombed out ancient buildings.Two Ki’Vhan on spikes passed by our location,missing us hiding within a ground of green bushes and the wreckage of an APC.A small van,was parked,near the side of the road.O’Brian,looked at myself and Toreus.
"Our ride,your highness" said O'Brian. "Give me a second.I can get her running."
‘’How ?We don’t have the keys ?””
Coilin O’Brian with drew his small,Thuvian Hunting Knife,his right booted area,where was strapped to,by huge,leather buckles.
‘’We do ,now,my Prince.We do now,’’he said a big,broad grin.
The Thuvian Highlander open the Ki’Vhan van’s door and jammed his knife into the cheapy made,ignition control .Sparks popped and flew out of the circular,silver disk,as it popped off.
‘’Cheap Khaitan made junk.’’O’Brian cursed.’’Easilly,over ridden .’’
‘’Ok,half way there.’’O’Brian said,as he used his knife to rework the vehicles controls.The engines came alive.
‘’Ok,guy.We got her alive. said O'Brian. "Hop in."
We got into a van with O'Brian .Toreus drove his spike Ebony into the back.hoping to conceal the dark cycle from the enemies detection,and also be a rear way to defend this Hachatachi Motors vehicle from any oncoming trouble.I was behind with my prince and Ulyseas,and O’Brian sat up front,hoping no one noticed that he wasn;t a Ki’Vhan and caused us more trouble than we needed.One of the Ki’Vhan soldiers armored vehicles came down toward our direction. Coiln O’Brian ducked down low,toward the steering wheel,as hoped the driver,looking like mindless dummy,failed to notice the drive of the oncoming van.

. The vehicles spread out taking various directions ,as the town seemed to over ridden with enemy trooper. Toreus' surrender plan was dead and we were off on our way to only Thrull Khonn knows where. Now, the only plan was to make out of the great Arcadian City and into the Resistance Forces, found with the outer hills and countryside of Central Arcadia. Their then we could fight back. Defend the countryside from the Wallaces forces, who had taken the capitol and one, retake the city, for the various members of the House Taylor to begin again and rightfully rule in the Arcadian world of this Great Sphere. Prince Toreus Rhann, thought of the Starkillers, who took his Pangaean Lands from Great Trongaroth Invasion and he thought of his own father’s quest to regain his royal family upon the Emerald Throne of Thuvia. Emperor Toreus Rhann’s father Ulyseas Rhann and his father, also fought to regain the basic freedoms of the worlds, stated in the Constrictions of the United Kingdoms of Pangea.
***
There was no fighting in the streets as we moved through town but plenty of evidence that there had been.
Bullet and laser riddled walls, a dead body here, a dead body there, wrecked cars, and broken walls. None of the dead were civilians though, Guider assured us. The butchery of the innocents had not yet begun, but with the Wallaces in power, it would not be long before it did.
The van stopped near a wrecked bridge, no doubt bombed by the Taylor Air Force to slow the advance of the Wallace armored cavalry. There were a number of burning tanks with the symbol of House Wallace to the other side—a black mailed fist enclosing a globe of fire. A symbol of fascism if I ever saw one. There would be no democracy in Wallace ruled Arcadia—absolute monarchy would be the rule of the land of the law.
We stood staring at the carnage. O'Brian moved around with his hands on his hips.
We all jumped as jet fighters sped over us and engaged in a dogfight in the sky. My keen eyes could make out two planes with Taylor livery—a lion's head with wings—and one with the mailed fist of the Wallaces—also winged.
As I watched, the Taylor fighters shot the Wallace down, using naught but cannon fire. Taylors always won air battles. Wallaces were better on the ground with tanks and blitzkrieg.
"Well, general," said Toreus leaning on the van. "If that be your escape route I think you need to find another."
O'Brian grinned and barked a loud laugh.
"That was the easy route. But O'Brian's Aces never, ever do anything the easy way. Back in the van, my prince."
We remounted and were off, following the banks of the river. It was clear that the mercenary was looking for a bridge or ford but I was certain that none would remain after Taylor Air Force bombers and combat engineers were finished with them.
Guider agreed but Toreus made no comment. The Prince resented the gem's all knowing manner. He liked surprises and did not always wish to know the probability of success in a given situation.
And Guider was wrong. A bridge loomed up and the van headed for it.
O'Brian stopped and we got out. There were wrecked motor cars on the bridge and I smelled the smell of explosives.
"Much too easy," said Toreus. "Why would House Taylor leave this bridge unmolested?"
"To allow an escape route for their retreating troops."
"The span is mined," said Guider.
It was Toreus' turn to bark a mocking laugh. "They would have already retreated this far and blew the bridge. And if they wanted to leave the route open, they would have posted light infantry with antitank weapons to guard it. It's mined, my friend. Those vehicles were blown up from below and smell that explosive."
Of course, Toreus was not above using the secret knowledge given to him by the Guider for his personal advantage.
O'Brian looks angry. "The whole world stinks of explosive and maybe those cars were lasered by men below the bridge line."
"Negative," said Guider.
"Those aren't laser marks. The bridge is mined, as my guider has informed me."
"Your guider?"
Toreus tapped his gem and smiled. "Never leave home without it. It's not always helpful but it does know when a bridge is mined. Or a girl is fertile. Saves one a lot of trouble and bother."
O'Brian looked at his trooper driver, who nodded his agreement.
O'Brian grinned and shrugged. "Then they'll be vehicle mines and we shall walk. Does your guide-thingy tell you that?"
"Probability is close to 80%," said the gem.
Toreus did not reply.
So we were going to walk across the mined bridge and it was my turn to say something.
"I will lead the way. My sense of smell is keener than even yours, Toreus. I can smell the explosive in a mine and avoid it."
O'Brian looked at me with that funny look again and then he smiled.
"Okay, Mr. Cat, you lead the way. But don't get yourself killed. I once knew a cat and he was—a good friend—he got himself killed and—well just be careful."
"It is always my intent."
"I will assist you, Shakhorja," said the Guider.
***
We started across the bridge with me in the lead.
It was indeed mined and not all of the mines were large enough to be considered anti-vehicle. Guider informed me of that.
The engineer of this field was determined that no one would cross on foot or vehicle. And some people had tried. Now there were dead bodies in the vehicles. Civilians who had fled from the other side by the looks of what was left of their blood splattered clothing. Minefields are a cheap defensive barrier but they are not a discriminating one.
By the time, we were halfway across the span the smell of blood was out flanking the smell of explosive in the air. I had to clear my nose in order to keep my attention on the mines. And the shelling was drawing closer as the Wallace artillery marched down the river looking for more pockets of Taylor resistance.
Toreus touched my collar, from which hung an amulet identical to his own. His thought radio spoke to me. "Easy, old friend. We're almost across this accursed bridge."
"Two thirds of the distance," said Guider.
"Shut up, Gem," said Toreus through the neural link.
"Shutting up," said Guider, sarcasm in its neural link simulated voice.
"Let us hope that the big man has a plan for where we go from here," Toreus said to me through our radio. "Once we stop off the other end of the bridge we will be in Wallace territory and fair game."
"If he doesn't then we will take off on our own and head for the nearest train toward the spinward wall—closest to home."
"I agree," I transmitted.
Yes, we were both losing faith in the mercenary. He claimed that Kotharr had hired him but for all we know he'd just heard the name and decided to use it to his advantage in whatever scheme he might be concocting. Sure, he claimed to like Saber cats but I had no evidence that this was true. Sure, he was able to pass muster with Guider's truth sensor—but a pathological liar can do that easily. It's not magic.
We might just as well be better off on our own.
‘’Warning.’ the guider spoke suddenly.
The Thuvian Prince halted his driving his spike Ebony further into the brigeway. O’Brian and Shakhorja stopped along with him.
‘’Why.’’ Toreus Rhann asked.
‘’I’m detecting a few unexploded mines up ahead.’’the jewell firmly stated.
‘’Ulyseas,you’re my personal avian mine detector.’’Prince Rhann commanded.’’Is what the Guider spoke true ?”
Ulyseas ,always upon Toreus Rhann’s shoulder armor,silently used his avian nanotech based five senses and appeared to be scanning the bridge path up ahead,where the wreckage of army and civilian vehicle were spread aboard,like giant casted down toys of some unseen giant.His scarlet red avian bird like eyes seem to sence or atleast for him see the low thermal patterns of the Ki’Vhan placed Delkhonean manuefactured land mines,buried down into a few inches of the bridged original super structure.
‘’The gem speaks right.’’Ulyseas finally answered.’’The whole bridges still armed with a whole buncka Delkhon mines.’’
‘’Thrull.’’was only word Prince Rhann spoke cursing the dammed luck.
‘’Ki’Vhan and Wallace bastards.’’O’Brian completed with own set of Thuvian curse words.’’Feking.parp eating bastards.I hope Thrull dams em all to hell.’’
Toreus Rhann,still upon his spike Ebony looked at me,then Ulyseas,his Thuvian Hunter’s Falcon and last Colin O’Brian.He had made discussion and spoke.We had made almost halfway into the middle of the brigde
‘’O’Brian,I know it might against be code of honor or maybe your just sexually imatature,but I think,you migh fair better,riding in back my spike,than on foot.’’The Thuvian Prince insisted.’’Shakhorja,can quickly follow my lead,as the guider,linked Ulyseas here,senses the location of each mine.’’
‘’Dear highness,what are you trying to say ?’’Colin O’Brian shouted.’’I’m not man enough to make across along or not mature enough to ride on back of your spike.I got a spike,just that-back my place-just like that.I can ride,just not on back with a guy-royal blue or not.’’
‘’Then go ahead.Be my guess-walk behind,but by Thrull Khonn’s I cannot guanruntee your safety Guider Gem or not.’’the prine smiled-a devilish glint in his eye.My prince was trying goad him into either doing the wrong thing and get his dammed fool head killed or going the right thing and survive another day.
‘’Guider,calculate the chances of reaching the other on foot and the chances of us making across on my spike.’’Prince Toreus asked.
‘’95 % in favor of making it both on the smart speeder bike Ebony.’’the Guider calculated.’’35 % separated.’’
Colin O’Brian,went silent for a moment.He weavered back and forth,as he didn’t conseed to the Guiders calcutions or be proven wrong by Prince Toreus Rhann’s challenge.He seemed to pacing back and forth,weaving his hands here and there,as he ready to argue with phantom individual,and stopped.
‘’Ok.that thing-it ain’t ever wrong is it.’’O’Brian asked.
‘’Guider ?’’Toreus responded,looking up toward the green jewel resting upon his browell.
‘’Negative.’’the gem answered.
‘’35 % against to 95 % in favor.’’Captain O’Brian surmised.’’Those are the kind of odds,one can count on his the darken casino’s on the Lankmearian Coaste.’’
O’Brian reluctantly saddled the back and stretched his big,broad arms arounf the Thuvian Princes waiste,holding on tight.Confrontably seated,he said.’’Ok,Prince-just don’t drive thing damed into a Thrull cursed mine or we’ll be all screaming sent right to holo special hell.’’
‘’And I don’t count this as a first date,neither.’’O’Brian added.’’I’m spoken back home.’’
With Prince Toreus just lauched and started his spike ignition control.
The Thuvian Prince slowly moved the spike forward-stopping as Ulyseas surveyed the bridge ahead.
‘’Guider?’’the Thuvian Crown Prince spoke.
Silence proceeded.And then the jade jewell spoke.’’Warrior Prince.slowly swerve to your right.about a few meters,until I tell to stop.’’
Prince Toreus moved the spike to his right and slowly,carefully the hover spike,floated the sentient cycle around the area,his Guider gem indicated to avoid.A small,red dot appeared upon the Thuvians macroscope visors,flashing where Uylseas sensed the first existing bridge mine.The cycle hovered within the safety path.It’s repulsor field pressor effects-a slight dusty blue glowing haze ,mixing other fragment debris of the other wreckage,found under the vehicle,that held up the spike slightly bouncing off the cracked Kenarean concrete and Venarian asphalt.Sweat pured off both Prince Toreus Rhann’s forehead and Captain O’Brian’s own forehead sitting,uncomfortably behind the Thuvian royalty.I,Shorkhorja ,slowly and cauriously followed behind my best friends repulsor bike.
‘’’Proceed,ten meters to your left and stopped behind abandoned vehicle up ahaid.’’the Guider adviced again.
Prince Toreus moved the spike to his left and slowly,carefully the hover spike,edging it up toward the remnants of a Nova Ventura class MG2566,two man armored transport.The burned bodies of two Arcadian soldiers,could be barely seen lying within the burning front seat of the vehicle.Somewhere in the distant,hills both Thuvians could hear the shelling of enemy and allied troop mortars.Only Ulyseas never let the distant,artificial thunder sware him his task of sencing the mine field implanted at various hidden point in the bridge area.
’’Warrior Prince,Proceed,ten meters to your left –moving in between two wreckage of the burning vehicles.’’the artificial intelligence adviced.
Prince Toreus nudged his spike Ebony between two

Finally, we made it to the other end of the bridge.
"Now we're here," Toreus said to the mercenary. "In Wallace held territory. Where do we go from here?"
O'Brien was about to answer when the noise of a diving jet cut through our awareness and Guider warned of the attack.
"Hit the deck," O'Brien yelled and pushed Toreus to the side.
The fighter laid a trail of cannon shells down the road as we ducked for cover. The air filled with the unmistakable smell of human blood. Someone had been hit. The jet continued its strafe across the span, firing lasers that cut the trusses and brought the bridge down into the river.
Then it sped away, no doubt searching for other targets.
"All clear," announced Guider.
"Joshua's beard," said O'Brien, jumping to his feet. "That was a Taylor jet—damn—they're supposed to be on our side."
"They don't know that from up there," said Toreus.
"I guess—." It was then that O'Brien spotted his driver's body in the road. Or rather, what was left of him after the 40 mm shells.
"Oh—fek—that was Duv. Duv, man. He'd been with my unit since back in the Range. Damn."
"I'm sorry," said Toreus.
O'Brien looked at the prince with flame in his eyes.
"You'd better be worth it, boy. A good man just died for you. If you turn out to be a worthless candy prince—I'll kill you myself."
Toreus drew his knife and held it at ready. "Threaten me or mine and you will be the one to die, big man. Toreus Rhann stands for no threat. Strike at me and you will be dead before you hit the ground."
O'Brien looked at the long Thuvian fighting knife and then into the eyes of the young man who held it. He knew that this was no candy prince and that Toreus meant business. The Rhanns have always hated bullies and there are whole cemeteries back in Pangaea that have been filled to prove it.
O'Brian smiled his goofy grin.
"Put the knife away, son. It's just that I lost an old friend."
"You nearly lost yourself, idiot," said Toreus.
"Yes, I nearly did. Sorry."
"No, sorry. Lead us out of here or know the consequences for betraying a Rhann."
"I would never do that," said O'Brian, leaning in close to the knife wielding young man. Perhaps he was crazy. "I have a contract with Kotharr Khonn and Colin O'Brian never violates his word."
"50% certainty," said Guider.
"Not good enough. Give your word to me. Swear allegiance to Toreus Rhann before we go one step further."
"What?"
"You speak well enough, turd, when you are blustering. What part of honor don't you understand?"
"We have to get going."
"Yes, we do. And if you don't swear allegiance to me, here and now, I go on alone."
O'Brian looked at me. "Is he nuts?"
"78% probability," said Guider.
I smiled my best cat smile. "May be. I wouldn't test him."
‘’Well,I’m not too bad in a fight myself,fella.”
‘’This from O’Brian-the sword loser ?”Prince Toreus Rhann added,slight smiling as he did.
‘’Good point,Prince.’’Captain O’Brian responded.’’My wife Rachel often reminds me what big mouth I have.’’
‘’Your married “Shakhorja commented.’’How ?’’
‘’The woman must be in the line for holo sainthood someday,guys.’’Ulyseas thought.
We could hear a jet engine in the distance.O’Brian looked about at the three of us-and figured best to fall inline-go along with a member of the royal house,despite his luctance to restist authority fugures,as he would often do, than face these odd alone.
O'Brian fell on his knees and nodded his head.
"I swear allegiance to Prince Toreus Rhann of Pangaea."
"66% truth," said the gem.
Toreus laughed and tapped the man on his armor-plated shoulder.
"Well enough, mercenary. Stand and lets get out of here."
"Just one thing—if you don't mind," said O'Brian. He went to the body of Duv and removed an ID tag. "His folks will want to know what happened to him even if they can't legally claim the body."
Toreus nodded and the sound of jets battling overhead, despite Guider's assurance that they were not headed for us, made the four of us rush for the nearest ditch.My Prince ,with Ulyseas flapping his great wings to regain his holding perch of the Thuvian Shoulder armor and the big,hulking Thuvian Highlander managed to regain themselved slightly crouching behind the dirt of the huge blast hole.I held myself in their rear,quietly surveying the area for any sign of trouble.I saw nothing and smelled nothing as I imagine my Prince Rhann had not.
"Do you have a plan or are we going to wander about this plate until the Ki'Vhans or the Wallaces or the Taylors kill us?"Prince Toreus Rhann asked.
O'Brian nodded. "There's an airship waiting for us. We get to it, board it, and head for the wall. Once there we head though a jump port to the next nearest plate and join up with my people at a mercenary camp over there."
A jet exploded overhead, its debris raining down all about us.
"A Wallace pilot will not be going home tonight," said Guider.
‘’Airship ?From who ?’’Prince Toreus asked.
‘’An old buddy-fellow Thuvian Highlander like me-Oh hell yes ,Prince Rhann,you’ll love him.’’Captain Colin O’Brian answered.
‘’Did he lose his sword ,too ?’’
‘’Often.Every time in battle.’’
Captain O’Brian was more than likely getting tired of my Princes irritation about losing his Thuvian blade and tried cover it up with sarcasm.Toreus Rhann,simply caught the comment as such.He beginning despite his first inclination to see Colin O’Brian not as a big mouth bubbling fool,but not unlike himself and his father the Thuvian Empiror.In otherwords,he was being to like the big,dum Thuvian Hand Mercenary.And I could take,Captain O’Brian had found atleast one figure of authority,he was gaining some respect for.The Thuvian Highlander must have saw something of himself in my Prince Toreus.
‘’By Thrull,Prince .I’m joking.””Colin O’Brian cursed.’’Your as thickheaded as my three brothers.’’
‘’Really,Captain-bravo.’’Prince Rhann responded.’’You have four brothers ?’’
‘’Dosen’t every Thuvian’’O’Brian reported‘’Actually ,your highness-this guys a pretty good pilot-almost as good as me-if I don’t say myself.I do believe the Scarlet Shadow,if the fastest ship on Terra-Prime,but she’s Tramp freighter,not one of the local airship,that we see all over the sphere-so comparing the two isn’r exactly fare.
‘’You have a Tramp-Freighter and lost it.”’Prince Toreus Rhann interrupted Colin O’Brian.
‘’No,your highness-not lost it,allowed my parter Zacheriah Sarkhon to use it to avaluate Arcadian refugge’s-there’s big,big difference.’’Captain O’Brian responded.’’Still,Captain Eric Darkwaters a good man-a great airship pilot-even he from time to time,can get himself into a whole heap of troubles.’’
‘’Guider’’Prince Toreus Rhann spoke again,interrupting one of Colin O’Brian’s long wined tiraides.
‘’Yes,Warrior Prince.’’the Gem responed.
‘’Background check on this Captain Darkwater.’’
‘’Affirmative,Will draw on the propriate data file.’’the Guider confirmed.’’Working.will respond momentarily.’’
Prince Toreus Rhann,thought maybe this guy isn’t such a load mouth butthead after all.Perhaps,there was more him than meets the eye,if one of the members of the Imperial Houseclan of Sarkhon associated him frequently.The Prince was often tutored by another members of the Imperial House of Sarkhon.Doctor Arenjun Sarkhon,often had several generations of the bold Prince of Thuvia.They did not often partner up with any retard or moron,who just happen to come along.
‘’File search completed,Warrior Prince.’’the Guider finally spoke.
‘’Proceed.’’Prince Toreus Rhann commanded the emerald jewel that rested upon a headband,worn around his upper portion of his head.
‘’Captain Eric Darkwater. Thuvian Highlander-sometimes Thuvian Ranger, Master of all trades, thief, mercenary, bodyguard. Currently commander of the SS Destinies Marauder partner with one Commander Faphnire Jadmere Khonn-a Vladerheim mercenary, bodyguard, and sailor’ the guider reported
‘’Prince Rhann, you don’t need all background check jazz. Darkwaters a, ok. So’s Faph.
These guys have been about too.They can fight along with the best Thuvian Rangers And can fly his ship passed an enemy blockade with little trouble-outfight anything the Ki’Vhan and Wallace trash has.As I said,Darkwaters almost as good a pilot as me’’
‘’Almost as good as you?’’Toreus Rhann added.’’Now,strangely enough that really fills me with confidence.’’
"Let us go," said Toreus jumping to his feet and pulling O'Brian to his.I followed.Rarely did anyone ever proceed before the Great Prince of Thuvia.It wasn’t a royal thing.Prince Toreus Rhann ,simply preferred to lead infront of everyone.It had something to do with Lion sign he was born under or so he told everyone.O’Brien followed with me walking by his side.
‘’Bravo,to that Prince Rhann-bravo to that.’’O’Brian added,as he looked onto the Crown Thuvian Prince ahead,with great falcon upon his shoulder and myself strolling behind him as always.For Captain O’Brian,we made a strange group,but for Prince Toreus,it was business as usual.
***
We moved from cover to cover as we headed toward the rendezvous point with O'Brian's mystery airship. Shelling and aircraft activity was increasing by the minute and we dared not expose ourselves to the open for too long a period at a stretch.
Eventually we ran into an enemy patrol. They were human's—if you can apply that sobriquet to Wallaces. A patrol of infantry from the Wallace House Guard.
We quickly took cover behind what was left of the garden wall of a house that had been bombed to the foundation.
The soldiers moved along the road and we hunkered down.
When they were gone, we moved, staying behind the line of fences and walls of other bombed out house.
"There'll be more," said O'Brian. "If they're sending foot patrols forward there has to be at least a platoon sized unit nearby.
"There are three companies nearby according to overhead feeds," said Guider.
"Nearly a battalion," said Toreus. "We may have to fight them."
Both O'Brian and I looked at him as if he were insane.
"This isn't any vid show, your majesty," said the merc. "If we're outnumbered and outgunned we go down and die. Or, worse, get taken prisoner. They'll put a Trongoroth control tick on my neck and hold you to wave in front of your daddy. Gods only know what they'll do to kitty cat here."
Toreus nodded. "Unfortunately true."
"Don't worry though," Colin O'Brien brightened. "We're not far from the LZ where we're supposed to meet the airship. Not more than two kilometers."
"Then we should proceed," said the Prince.
And we did, twice more hiding from Wallace squads moving along the road.
It was while we were in our last hide that a column of trucks showed up and stopped not more than ten meters from us. Men climbed down and fanned out. This did not look good.
"What do we do now?" I asked.
"Wait," said O'Brian.
"When will your ship arrive at the LZ?" Toreus asked.
"It's already up there waiting. Ship is stealth equipped. All we need to do is reach the point."
"Two kilometers away."
"Yes."
"Two kilometers into enemy territory."
"Well, yes."
"Then I say we need transport."
"Dream on prince."
Toreus smiled an evil smile. "No need to dream. One only has to reach out and grab."
***
Toreus Rhann had, as I feared, had enough of waiting and sneaking around.
He rose to his feet and crept toward the nearest truck before O'Brian could attempt to stop him. By that time it was too late for debate or protestation without alerting the enemy and bringing death upon all three of us.By then,the Thuvian Hunting Falcon was again perched upon the Great Princes gaunleted right hand.
There were three soldiers and a driver near the vehicle. All apparently confident that a Wallace victory made them safe in this apparently rear area.
Prince Rhann once raised arm and Ulyseas flew from his perch upon the Thuvian gloved hand.Silently,both understaood what the Lord of Lions was up to.The Great Falcon swerved up and infront of the three Ki’Vhan.They stupidly watched as the bird droved in and out the great city scape.
Toreus took out his knife and crept like the Ranger hunter that he had trained to be as a youth. Had I not feared for our safety I would have been proud.
I crept behind him, guarding his back against any enemy he might not have noticed. We had hunted deer with knife and claw this way in the Thuvian Highlands. Deer have much keener senses than humans who are nearly blind when it comes to a sense of smell.
Prince Toreus Rhann jumped the closest soldier and slit his throat just above the collar of his armor. His nickname Toreus the Slayer,was not earned for nothing.He had gained moniture with every kill-every time slew an enemy or beast alike upon the savage lands of Terra-Prime. A second soldier swerved in his direction, rifle ready.
But I took that soldier's head off with one swat of my claw.
The third was going to sound the alarm when O'Brian shot him and the driver in the chest.
"Well," hooted O'Brian. "We have a truck."
Bullets and shouts came from the direction of the other vehicles. The other Wallace Guards had noticed us.
"But not for long if we don't hurry,' said Toreus as he jumped into the cab of the truck.Prince Rhann raised out his arm and the falcon returned to him,as by some magic command.
‘’We’re all here.O’Brian.’’the Thuvian Prince commaned.’’Lets go.’’
O'Brien and I jumped into the bed, the mercenary firing at the other soldiers to keep their heads down.Ebony,Prince Toreus Rhanns,spike hopped into the truck bed next to O'Brian,giving him a bit of shielding from enemy fire.
We were quickly underway, bullets tearing through the canvas cover of the military truck, O'Brian howling like a madman as he returned fire and me—well I was laying as flat as I could, trying to avoid massive trauma.
***
Toreus kept the accelerator as flat to the floor as was possible. The enemy was in pursuit of us. But we were far ahead of the other trucks, their drivers, professional teamsters, having a greater respect for the road than my prince.
Then Ki'Vhan bikers on smart bikes—spikes as they are called—sped ahead of the trucks along the side of the road. The hovering bikes quickly gained on us.
Grunting, Captain O'Brian discharged a laser from his over and under rifle. A Ki'Vhan biker blew up and his shrapnel killed his buddy. Two for the price of one.
"Directions please," Toreus called over his shoulder to O'Brien.
"Keep going until you find a—"Bullets caused O'Brian to stop and laser two more spikers. "A road that leads up a flat hill. That's where the LZ is."
We had managed to outdistance our pursuers. Oh, they were still back there but far back and not right on our tails. But I knew that when we got to the LZ we would not have much time before they were on top of us. If the airship was not right there then we might not make it.
I was beginning to doubt more than ever that Toreus' rash action in getting us transport was the correct one.
"Her is your turnoff," said Guider. Though the Guider voice sounded human, it showed no nerves as it announced this fact.
Toreus Rhann fishtailed the truck onto the new road and gunned it up the hill. Enemy vehicles followed, small all terrain vehicles armed with cannon and machine guns. O'Brian took out the front tires of one with his laser, causing it to flip end over end. But one of the enemy cannons took out our rear tires on the left side. This slowed the truck considerably.
Prince Toreus roared and continued to floor the accelerator.Ulyseas the Falcon’s bird eyes looked around,at his master,with a wooried look.
"Enemy forces attempting to surround the hill," said Guider.
"Parp," growled Toreus Rhann
We reached the top and Toreus fishtailed the trick around as if he were planning to rush down the hill and ram the enemy forces coming up. I prayed that he wasn't. But this did not look good and I know that members of the Rhann family have one overwhelming trait in common—they do not like to lose.
"Out of juice and ammo," yelled O'Brian.
Toreus thrust the cab door open and stepped down, pistol in one hand and knife in the other. His nano armor bloomed into one solid suit beneath his beaten up leather coat. The nano-tattoos on his face cut in and became his war mask.Ulyseas Sqreached as his clawed feet barely cleared the replaced standard light Thuvian Armored Pad-barely missing the form as it transformed into the heavier variety.
Misgivings or no I stood beside him.Captain O'Brian stood at our backs, having discarded his rifle and drawn his laspistol.
O’Brian produced a small hand communicator with free hand and open it to begin it’s operation.The Thuvian adjusted it’s controls to dial up the propretiate comlinks numbers to the person,he wished to talk to.
‘’Captain Darkwater.Buddy,come it.’’O’Brian issued responces into his comlinks.’’Eric Darkwater-come in.’’
The Ki'Vhan and Wallace soldiers coming up the hill seemed unimpressed. This looked like a last stand. Toreus might go down fighting but he would go down and yours truly with him.
‘’Dartwater.’’O’Brian despirated shouted.’’We need two Thuvian Rangers with-ah other extratched.’’
‘’O’Brian ?That you.?’’a voice issued out from the hand communicator.’’You lose your ship again?’’
‘’Captian..yes,no-lost a lot.’’The Thuvian Warrior commented.
‘’Feck the small talk,Dartwater’’O’Brian shouted.’’We’re moving and need transport,pronto.Home in on my co-ordinates.’’
‘’Got,you-Faphnere’s scanning you now.’’Captain Darkwater told the Thuvian Highlander.’’Lucky for you,we were almost ready to leave.’’
‘’Good Old,Darkwater.’’O’Brian stated as he shot into the Ki’Vhan moving behind upon the spikes.’’Get here soon,Pinheads are getting too close to our situation,if you get my drift,Captain.’’
‘’Hang on,O’Brian.We’re on our way.’’
Colin O’Brian closed his hand communicators and smailed.He looked over to me.
‘’Don’t worry,Kitty.We’re almost out of here.’’O’Brian said,attempting to calm down,what was obviously a worried look upon my face.The loud roar of aircraft was all around us.Hopefully,one of them was Captain Darkwaters ship.
A screaming Ki'Vhan raced toward us. Toreus shot him in the face and then took out a second and a third. Lasers pulsed from O'Brian's pistol and killed more. I roared and bared my teeth and claws, no one being close enough for me to use them.
A shadow fell across us. Either cloud or the angel of death.No.I now heard the great turbine engines of an arship above me.
Then the air was split by the road of electric cannon and the buzz of lasers. The advancing enemies were moved down.O’Brian howled and hooked as spikes crashed into one another,exploding into balls of flame behind our transport.
‘’Dartwater,you old Son of a Bastard.’’Colin O’Brian shouted.’’That two Thruvian Beers I owe you.Whever I can owe you a drink or two.’’
Troops on spider strings dropped all around us.
"Airship hovering overhead," said Guider just a little too late, which made me wonder—was Guider as unemotional as it seemed or did it have a vid director's flare for the dramatic?
The enemy were retreating down the hill as trails of exploding shells followed them.
"Our ride," said O'Brian as he grasped a spider line.
Prince Toreus Rhann,jammed the wheel the empty Ki’Vhan rifle-a Thruvian M130 semi-automatic piece of shit,used by many lesser civilization soldiers.He then moved toward the back,with Ulyseas still clawing into his shoulder armor.
‘’Come on,ols buddy.We’re leaving.’’Prince Rhann commanded with authority.’’Time for spring back and it’s not even spring.yet.’’
Toreus grabbed one too and two of the mercenary troopers fastened one around my torso. We were soon drawn up into the bowels of the airship.Captain O’Brian followed,a bit grin upon his face.Below,the transport sped off into the distance and out of sight as we moved into the air,with the great airship above.A huge,circular ,almost flying saucer shaped vessel with great repulsor engines upon each side.Once,Prince Toreus Rhann and the rest of us were inside the ships,big Cargo Hanger Bay-filled boxes,other Thuvian troops attempting assist us,as the air ships Boarding Cargo ramp closed behind us.It’s big,nuematic roar,filled the cabin area,telling us,it strained it mechanism trying to seal the vessel as it sped away from Tennyson Spaceport.
‘
Soon the ship was rising up into the air faster and from a porthole, I could see the upwardly curving slop of the Arcadia plate. We were moving to spinward and away from the battle.We could see the vast landscape,that was the Tennyson Spaceport.moving away from our position and us moving toward the vast forrest region beyond.The Great scattered mountain ranges of Monuement Valley like structures,of the ancient Terran Homeworld-remnants of New Genisis like bunkers from early terraformation of Terra-Prime,still could be seem in the distance,upon the early dawn skies of Arcadia.Dispite many citizens of Terra-Prime,this unique geographical structure,gave this an almost alien,pre-historic appearance,when found in many remote areas of this world.
‘’All’s clear,Captain.’’O’Brian spoke into his hand coomunicator.

We were on our way out of Arcadia but I had a feeling that we had not seen our last of the Arcadian Civil War. I looked toward Toreus Rhann,my prince who gazed out that same porthole, a far away look in his eyes. The battle tattoos had fades and his armor retracted but his still stood as if ready for a fight.
This journey was just beginning. Our days of academia were now behind us.

The End
*Parp-An Old Thuvian Saying,that something stinks.Possibly,a corruption of the poop and carp or crap
**"Fek!"-An Old Atlantean curse word-origin unknown-possibly Tauron. It is a bowdlerized version of the real-life expletive "fuck", and can seemingly be used in the same ways,as Fek Off,Fek You,Fek This.
Prince Toreus Rhann and Arcadian War-revisions 1
By Joseph Gilbert Thompson and Carl Edward. Thompson
c. 2007 Maveric Lion Productions
based on a Short Story
Chapter Two-Escape from Arcadia.
SS Destinies Marauder moved across the North Bedford Forrest,as a carpet of high foliage moved under the ship as it hovered over the tree tops.The air ship was currently climbing not to high to be noticed by the satilite survailance and not too low to observed by anyone on the ground.The huge,saucer shaped vessel had kept open it’s sensor systems to keep constant observation on enemy forces location and position. Captain Eric Darkwater was an excelant pilot and knew how above enemy encounters,and if he did encounter the enemy,avoid them by various methods,evasive actions and defensive and offensive counter measures.

My Prince Toreus Rhann,having barely escaped Tennyson Spaceport,where many of the refugee’s had used to escape Arcadopolis-now occuplied by House of Wallace,who temporarily defeated the House of the Taylors.He had fought his way across the city,patrolled by Ki’Vhan trooper-near mindless artificial beings-Zombie like creatures,who fought like brainless mercenaries to any side,whose their employers wished them for the right high price.Ki-Vhan,more likely defeated an enemy,not always any kind of real cunning or strategy,but often by sear numbers.Popular folklore,told that Ki’Vhan were created or atleast provided by a species of alien beings known as the Zhatikhon-an interstellar business operation/semi criminal operation,whose true origin and location,has been lost in the mists of temporal space.
My Prince,had gained the help from an unlikely allie- Captain Colin O'Brien-I'm a Thuvian Highlander and Thuvian Ranger.O’Brian had been instrumental in gaining this air ship. SS Destinies Marauder.We had still to clear out of occuplied Arcadian air space.Many Ki’Vhan warships and aircraft were still in the air,not to forget the Wallace air forces-fighter craft patrolling the skies between here and the nearest stargate jump point away from this world plate of Terra-Prime.
‘’So,Prince-told ya,Captain Darkwater’d come through.’’Captain O’Brian said,with great pride.’’Didn’t I could do it,did ya.?’’
‘’I must admite,Captain I had a few serious doughts.’’Prince Toreus Rhann responded ‘’This us Thuvians often achieve the impossible.’’
‘’That’s what we do ,yor highness-that’s what we do best.’’O’Brian spoke with great Thuvian pride.’’Got,you me,the bird and the kitty cat here out alive and well.’’
Perhaps,later-once we are safely out of the Ki’Vhan occupied Arcadian air space,I’ll let you meet the dear Captain Dartwater and esteemed co-polit.’’Colin O’Brien boasted.
‘’I’d like to meet our rescuer.The bold princes of Thuvia would owe much to anyone who sides with Imperial House of Rhann,over anyone of lesser royal bllod and heritage.’’Prince Rhann commented.
‘’I bet you would,rightly so.’’Excuse ,Prince.’’Colin O’Brien added’’I got to do something now that all commotion and dander has supsided for the moment.’’
O’Brien once produced his hand communicator and dialed up a series of numbers.
‘’Don’t this is personal.ship to friendly ship.’’Captain O’Brian added once again.’’Hello,Captain O’Brian to SS Scarlet Shadow.Come in.We’re on a safe channel.Zach come in.’’
Long moments passed and a voice broke in,cutting through the air ship constant roar of Paragravity engines.
‘’Captain.’’the voice issued from the communicator.’’Glad to hear you are well.We were worry for a time,when we heard nothing from you,after the ship took off from inner city sections of Arcadopolis.’’
‘’Zachery.I’m fine.I couldn’t break radio silence with the Ki’Vhan about until I got to safe LZ area.Had a bit of troubles making it through the streets.Met up some Resistance Forces and later found myself in luck with pretty ok people.They helped get out.’’
Prince Toreus sat back-some Thuvian Ranger came up and gave some RME packages which took gladly.The Ranger causiouly eyed Ulyseas the Thuvian Hunting Falcom and my self.Obviously,he wasn’t used being in company of a great Capronean Silver Sabertooth Lion.
‘’Thanks.’’Prince Rhann and opened the package,ripping it’s top off.
‘’Zachery.’’O’Brien spoke over all the commotion within the SS Destinies Marauder cargo hold.
‘’Captain.O’Brian..stop calling me Zachery.I prefer Zacheriah or just Doctor Zacheriah Sarkhon.’’the time sorcerer argued over the comlinks mike.
‘’Ok,Sarkhon-you moron.I don’t have time for none of your nutball fek today.’’Colin O’Brien obviously was getting argery at his long time partner and friend.’’Put on Rachel.’’
Prince Toreus Rhann began to see a different side to this Captain Colin O’Brien-someone not unlike himself-not unlike his father as well. Bossy, controlling, bad tempered. He had arguments, with his family and friends, just he did. Got in fight. Got in trouble. Sometimes did the wrong thing or what appeared to be the wrong thing to others, for what he felt was the right reasons, even though everyone else saw him an irresponsible idiot. Prince Rhann’s eating the candy bars his soldiers rations provided and understood this new found friend-no, mentor had taught him, by way of not telling him stuff, but showing ,too. By Thrull’s mighty bones, this could himself in another ten or twenty years.
‘’I’m not sure,that we should using this secure military channel so you can make lovely dovely phone calls to your wife.’’Doctor Zacheriah Sarkhon.
Besides O’Brien,a few of the other Rangers were finishing their packaged meals.Prince Toreus Rhann.was eating something that looked sort of backed meat cake.He throw one at me.not enough to fill my great lions stomach,but it’d have to do until later.
‘’Lovely dovely phone calls ?’’ ’’Colin O’Brien shouted
‘’And as a member of the Legion of Time-Sorcerer’s I have more important things to do,than argue with likes of you,O’Brien.’’

‘’No.Sarkhon-your not only a member of the Legion of Time-Sorcerer’s.’No.Sarkhon-you are a mental case.’’Colin O’Brien order
Obviously,this webt on frequently between these two.I’ve myself and Prince Rhann get into similar arguments.It wasn’t sign the two hated each,but often simply got on each others nerves.Perhaps they two different people or perhaps in someway,they were to much alike.

Get off the phone, Sarkhon. Get off before I do something I regret. You're a menace to society, you're a menace to me, and you are a menace to the whole human race. Now get off!’’Captain O’Brien shouted into the communicator.
‘’That's a matter of opinion.’’ Zacheriah Sarkhon responded
’’Put on Rachel now and get otta here.”O’Brien ordered.
‘’Ok,pal,but remember-if I didn’t like you so much,I would not put up with all your abuise.’’ Zacheriah Sarkhon stated.’’Here she is.’’
‘’Thanks,you’re a real Pal,Doc.’’ ’’Captain Colin O’Brien thanked his old friend in his own way.
‘’Colin ?’’Rachel Sarkhon answered over the communicator.
‘’Yeah,Rachel.I’m here.’’ Colin O’Brien answered.His manner became softer with his wife on the phone.’’I’m ok.too.’’
‘’I know,Colin.’’Rachel said.
‘’I’m aboard the the SS Destinies Marauder-Darkwater’s ship.’’
’’We were worried-well,me and Ivhanna anyway.Zacheriah he seemed to be not so worried.He said,if anyone could take care of himself,it was you-despite being a big blabbermouth.’’Rachel Sarkhon added.’’He has great confidence in you-despite all arguments.’’
‘’I know,Rach.Don’t Sarkhon-but I think the guys ok,sometime-maybe even a genius sometimes.’’O’Brien confested.’’He just gets my last nerve sometimes.He just talks way too much.Argues too much.’’
My Prince saw another side this Captain O’Brien and his relationship with the crew of the SS Scarlet Shadow.They despite the difficulties,the dissfunctional way they acted toward each other.They seemed to like each .Care one another.And that’s what really mattered in the end.Not who can beat who.Who control what.Morons like the Wallaces and the Shaitanus were obsessed with that kind of braindead rubbish.Prince Toreus Rhann,understood family and what was important.
‘’This Prince Toreus Rhann,he with ok.I promised follow his command .’’O’Brien tried confort his wife.
‘’Look,Rachel.I’m gonna hang this Prince Rhann here for awhile.I’ll ok.
‘’Ok,Colin.’’Rachel said.’’Listen,we’re at Restistance Forces Roudivouse Point-Arcadia Alpha Site One.We’re ok,but perhaps we could come and escort you here.Their Ki’Vhan Air Force patrols still about.’’
‘’No.Rachel,stay where you are.We can make alright.’’Colin O’Brien tried to assure his wife,not to get herself into any trouble on his account.
‘’Colin,I’m not some little,helpless female.I was trained by the Shardukhor Warriors.You know that.’’Rachel O’Brien stated.’’We ‘re some of the best fighters in Terran Space-best fighters certainly on the Great Sphere.Certainly equile the Thuvian Rangers and anything found upon this world.’’
‘’Rachel.I know.’’
‘’No,you don’t know.You never listen.It’s your way or no way,Colin.Everytime,you and Zacheriah,your best friend-go off,get in trouble and who has you bail two-us girls,that’s who.’’
‘’Rachel,no-one of these days-one of these days-bang zoom-strait the airlock.’’O’Brien losing his temper.
‘’A shut up.’’Rachel O’Brien interrupted.’’And you wouldn’t dare.’’ She added.
‘’We’re come to meet you,that’s it.Like it or not.’’the female Shardukhor Warrior stated and broke off communications.
‘’Rachel.Rachel.’’Captain O’Brien shouted into the communicator to no avail.’’By Thrull,dammit.She’s the one that never listens.’’
‘’That’s because buddy boys,she and my Ivhanna- are usually right.’’Zacheriah Sarkhon broke in.’’We’re warriors and we married two tough broads.’’
‘’I know,Zach,but I still worry about her.About the girls-you and me,we can take care ourselves-no matter what come along.’’
‘’Coiln,my man,you might a big dum idiot on the outside,’’the Time-Sorcerer responded.’’but on the inside,your just one big softy.’’
‘’I know,Sarkhon…still be careful.’’the Thuvian Highland mercenary added.’’If I even lost lost Rachel,I don’t what I’d do.’’
‘’And you won’t either,this time you big,loudmouth knucklehead.’’Doctor Sarkhon commented.’’The Scarlet Shadows a tough ,old star ship.Their nothing the Ki’Vhan,nor the Wallaces or Shaitanus can throw at us,that we can’t throw back twice as hard.’’
‘’Ok,pal’’Colin O’Brien ended’’See ya soon,We’ll looking out for you.Tell Rachel’s she’s the greatest ever.O’Brien out.’’
‘’Same here,Old Friend.I’ll tell her.’’O’Brien added.Trying to make up for abuise earlier.
‘’Be seeing you soon,Sarkhon out.’’
With the comlinks went dead.Captain O’Brien placed the communicator back his Thuvian Combat Utility Vest left pocket and looked up at Prince Toreus.He wasn’t sure exactly how to start,but began anyway.The Thuvian Prince just smiled.
‘’I guess,you think I’m one of them tea sucking nany boys you know back home at the Royal Thuvian Emerald Palaces.’’O’Brien began.’’but with Rachel,it’s different.Me and her met up-off world,in of all places-fighting side by side against the Kalladon,the Shaitan,the Drakhoneans,the the Gorthan space pirates,the Kallon and just every nasty bastard,this side of the galaxy going.’’
‘’And somewhere along the way we fell in love.’’O’Brien went on.’’And every day since,you fall more in love this one person everyday.Maybe you do-’t know what that’s like ,Prince-maybe you do.Same for Sarkhon and wife,Ivhanna.’’
Prince Toreus Rhann,sat there silent again.He understood this man Colin O’Brien even more.On the surface,most people would see Coiln O’Brien as big,pussy whipped oaf,supervient to his wife.But no,this Thuvian Ranger,loved this woman more than anything else in the world-in the galaxy.Somewhere,inside-deep down inside-he felt didn’t he deserved her,that she though Colin O’Brien was some big,dum.load mouth braggard,with muscle and soldier skills-nothing more.But Rachel Sarkhon-a warrior woman,in his own right,a member of the Shardukhor Warriors-a breed of super soldier,based both on the Kalldon and Omega-Warrior programs ,two genetically advanced warrior breed
from the homeworld Terra-back Earth’s pre-interstellar space fairing eras,raised a hostile planet-a desert world.Their men and women,a new breed of Spartan Warrior-one of the toughest mercenaries among the wild,Colonial Frontiers outside the Terran Federation-not that far from Terra-Prime. Captain O’Brien is very quick-tempered, and frequently resorts to insults and hollow threats of physical violence,a way to cover his insecurities-like many people. Rachel O’Brian often finds herself bearing the brunt of her husband 's insults,and rude behavior which she returns in fine form.Rachel bitingly sarcastic and very level-headed, trying to convince O’Brian’s stupidity of his various schemes,stupid fights,rash actions in combat which makes him lose his temper.Still,he would never dare hurt ever,no matter how mad he got at her. His anger would often be replaced by short-lived remorse, and he would then apologize for his actions later on telling Rachel or one of the others he was sorry or something close to that like telling them,they great or a genious .This was at it was and must have been always.Colin O’Brian on the surface appeared to be a big,swaggering loadmouth,backwoods country bumpkin,but in underneath was just a man simple man,trying to protect and provide for his family.Toreus Rhann began to see more of himself in this Thuvian Ranger.He was a man he likes,admirred.He must have pretty good a fight or the Rangers would not have accepted him,but being able to fight is one thing.Being able to fight for ones country or a cause that they believe in was another.And being able,eventually to fight for freedom,that would help defend your love ones with you or back home was still another.Toreus Rhann understood that,as all Thuvians,and assume Arcadians as well.
‘’Your Highness.you even have anyone special in your life .”Captain O’Brien asked’’Maybe you don’t know what that’s like.I don’t know.’’
Suddenly,Prince Toreus Rhann,felt he was lacking something in his life.There were women-plenty of them.As a very handsome,tall Prince Thuvian,he attracted more females that he could handle.What did the other Thuvians call it-Chick madnet ?,There wasdrinking and .fun time with the ladies,but no one really special.Sure,he thought he was in love that girl Olivia ,who of another Imperial House of Thuvia,but that went badly in the end.By Thrull’s Will,it wasn’t in the cards for him or them to be together.
‘’No.O’Brien,maybe not By Thrull.’’Prince Toreus Rhann responded.’’Once or twice thought I was in love,but..’’
‘’Don’t worry,my Great Prince-there’s still time.’’O’Brien added.’’ Your cute-gals like that—I ouuta know.I bet you’ll attrach all sort of nice ladies to you.’’With the Thuvian Highlander let a big grim.Prince Toreus Rhann smiled back.He looked at me and them Ulyseas.
‘’Oh,yes,there’s plenty of time.Plenty of time.’’Ulyseas began squalking.
‘’Oh shut up,you silly bird.’’I said.
With everyone laughed.Captain O’Brien,Prince Toreus and a few of the Thuvian Rangers aboard.In the middle of all this,a tall,athelic Thuvian,dressed similar to Colin O’Brien’s Thuvian Highlander dress-a baret upon his head,covering his long,dark hair entered the air ships cargo hold.He had the usual twill fatigue shirt and armor bracelets and the biomed armband ,with it’s medical biorecorder,worn over what looked like a Corvaillian Rangers tan duty shirt-something gotton offworld,by way of the Colonial Space Merchant trade routes visiting the huge Dysonsphere of Terra-Prime.His green fleck utlity vest cover this ,and showed his,obvious,non conformist and rebel of dress,would wear some of the standard Thuvian Ranger dress uniform,if he wanted too,out of nessessety,if not pride or doing he was told to do.A large,Tartan Calladonean Sash was worn about that Corvaillian shirt,similar to the one Colin O’Brien did,but the pattern was slighty altered.perhaps to represent a different house,which he belonged to,obviously.
‘’Ok,my flyings not that bad.’’the tall Thuvian said.’’O’Brien.’’he added.
‘’Darkwater.’’O’Brien responded.
He looked down at Colin O’Brien and then to the Thuvian Prince,sitting upon the seat opposite the big,Thuvian Ranger.A lookm of recognition was present in his eyes.He then bowled and soluted as he did ,smiling as he did.He stold erect and put out his right hand as to shack the Lord of Lions own right hand.
‘’Your Highness.’’Darkwater stated.’’I’m Captain Eric Darkwater..’’he smiled again.’’at your service.’’the Thuvian added.
Prince Toreus Rhann,got up.His big,hulking frame-nearly the same as Captain O’Brien,made this Thuvian look almost like a small boy.Ulyseas seem to hold on,as usual,as the Thuvian Prince stold up-slightly flapping his great avian wings.
‘’Prince Toreus Rhann.’’the Thuvian Crown Prince responded.’’And the pleasures all mine.After we all.owe our lives.’’
Prince Toreus Rhann,turned and swung his arm to present all of the passengers within the SS Destinies Marauder cargo hold. Captain Eric Darkwater,look at Toreus Rhann,then Colin O’Brien and me with puzzling stare.He looked back at the Prince.
‘’What do we have among my cargo hold.’’Darkwater commented ‘’a Zoo ?’’
‘’No,Captain Darkwater.’’The Thuvian Prince Toreus smiled back.’’My band of usual Thuvian Rangers.’’
‘’This is Ulyseas.’’Toreus Rhann,point left hand thump backward toward the great bird.’’My Thuvian Hunting Falcon.’’
‘’Glad to meat you.’’Eric Darkwater saluted.’’A fine warriors hunter bird of prey.’’
Prince Toreus Rhann,turned toward me .
‘’My Silver Lion Shakhorja.’’the Thuvian First Son introduced.
‘’Platinom blonde or silvery white hair sign of divinity,dating back the ancient Atlanteans.’’Eric Darkwater commented’’ exotic and otherworldly’’
‘’Yes,the Thuvian Princes,have traveled with these Platinum blonde lions,way back since the early days of Great Lord Thrull Khonn-perhaps before then.’’the Guider Gem interrupted the Captain of the Thuvian Freighter Air Ship.
‘’Oh,unless I forget.the unseen member of my little band.’’Prince Toreus Rhann,pointed with left index finger to the great emerald jewell resting upon his brown,leather band band,upon his forehead.’’My Guider Gem.’’
‘’I am an Artificial Intellegence Tactical Field Data Retreival System.’’the gem spoke.’’I can intereact with near by communication system,Isolinear crystral data bank,computer terminal-including those found with anynear by New Genisis Bunker complex.’’
‘’And sommon up the presence of a holo god or two,in person,I suppose.’’Captain Eric Darkwater surmised,looking at the Thruvian Princes green gem.
‘’Affirmative.Captain.’’the Guider responded.
‘’Well,Prince Rhann,it seems we have a merry band of unlikely heroes here.’’Darkwater responded.’’I have heard,the symbol of a lion,often means also the symbol of bravery-courage,leadership-dating back to many kingships of Thuvia.’’
‘’My name Toreus,if you don’t not only is a sign of my ancestral connection to Holo Lord Toreus Starkiller,but the ancient legends of King Toreus-the legendary so called First King of ancient Atlantis,who existed in the old universe,they say all things Atlantean comes from.’’


Gazeterr of Names and place found upon within this Tale of Terra-Prime.

’ Elder Supreme Lord Ghalmeath Sarkhon,First Son of Old Supreme Lord Jehovah Sarkhon.Adam Sarkhon,who rules on the ancient Atlantean Colony world Genesis-Prime.’
’ Supreme Lord Adam Sarkhon,First Son of Supreme Lord,Ghalmeath Sarkhon.Adam Sarkhon,who rules on the ancient Atlantean Colony world Atlantis-Prime.’
Toreus Rhann. The First Son of Thuvia, also sometimes known as Toreus the Slayer by his enemies and Prince Toreus, Lord of Lions.First Son of Thuvia-First Son of Emporer Toreus Rhann,the First and Empress Cassandra Rhann

Shorkhorja
Editors Notes;
This is not copleted,but a published work in progress.Comments will appreciated while this is being done.
Prince Toreus Rhann-Thuvian Prince,the Lord of Lions,and Sharkhorja,the Silver Lion-heroes of the Dysonsphere known as Terra-Prime.Part heroic fantasy.part sci fi.Prince Toreus Rhann and Shakhorja, the Silver Lion, part Conan, part Tarzan and the Golden Lion and of course good old Kimba.

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