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:: Chapter Thirteen ::

The Battle for Saturn

~~*~~

�� Nephrite was
the first to arrive to the pre-arranged meeting place, though Jadeite wasn�t
too far behind him. Both men sat in uneasy silence for a time, agreeing without
words not to bring up or mention anything that had happened between themselves
and their new wives tonight. When Zoisite arrived a few hours later, the silent
agreement stood. Yet when their stern leader finally appeared near
daybreak�looking absolutely exhausted and wrung out�Jadeite just couldn�t help
himself.

He
shot Malachite a teasing grin. �So, Mal, are the rumors true?� The tall man
just glared. Then he tensed up with discomfort when Jorowyn suddenly appeared
out of nowhere, right behind him, and tossed a companionable arm around his
shoulders before shooting the others a half-grin.

�A
lesser man would be dead.�

Malachite
shrugged off the hold with a grimace, ignoring the others� chuckles. The splash
of humor did all of them a lot of good however, somewhat loosening the
strangle-hold of tension that had been choking the atmosphere. The King of
Venus�the only one not laughing�eyed Jorowyn with a raised brow.

�Aren�t
you supposed to be on Earth right now?� he demanded dryly, �training troops?�

Jorowyn
grimaced, then snapped his fingers. �Damn, I knew I was forgetting
something.�

�You�d
better get out of here, Jory,� Zoisite teased then, grinning, �before Endy
shows up.�

�Yeah,
I�m pretty sure he still wants to kick your ass for yesterday,� Nephrite followed
up.

�I�m
pretty sure he does, too,� a new voice called, and the others turned to see the
dark-haired King in question pinning Jorowyn with a narrow-eyed stare.

The
slender Phaetonian just grinned fearlessly, then reached for something strapped
to his wrist. �Ah, gotta go! Troops to train and time�s a�wasting.�

The
other men in the clearing gaped as Jorowyn activated the device on his wrist
and then disappeared into a miniature teleporter wormhole.

Jadeite,
blinking heavily, was the first to recover. �What in the hell . . . since when can
he do that?� he demanded incredulously. Zoisite just shook his head,
smirking.

�That�s
what comes from leaving Jorowyn mostly alone to his own devices for the past
two days, with a whole planet full of fresh components to work with.�

�There
are some times when your cousin truly frightens me, Z,� Neph heaved, causing
the other to sneer.

�Only
sometimes?�

A
few moments later Shima and a handful of Saturnite warriors�the elite of what
was left of his Imperial Guard, the man had assured�suddenly appeared in the
glade. The tall warrior�s band of office was gone now from around his brow,
replaced instead by a simple black cloth�the outward badge of the dishonor that
they would be fighting to absolve. Endymion nodded to his bowing salute.

�Well
met, Shima. What news can you give me of our target?�

The
tall Saturnite General reached into the front of his black garb, pulling out a
small silver device. He pressed one end, and Endy tensed slightly with
amazement as a large holographic image of the planet Saturn appeared from the
other. He was still getting used to all the technological marvels that these
other Kingdoms enjoyed. While not exactly medieval, Earth herself had nothing
near to these kinds of advancements. Improving daily life on his homeworld was
one of the many advantages he was looking forward to enjoying once this war was
finally over.

A
swarm of red dots appeared over the entire surface.

�These
are the latest images, my Lord,� Shima announced grimly. �The Youma number into
the hundreds of thousands now.�

�Where
is the central palace,� Malachite questioned, as the other four came to stand
in a semi-circle around the image, all of their faces tense with determination
now. Shima motioned to the northern hemisphere, on the smallest continent,
separate from all others.

�The
Imperial Palace is located here, on Endura-Prime, as is all of the royal housing.
The entire continent was reserved for only those bearing noble blood.�

�We
should concentrate our efforts there first,� was Malachite�s suggestion.
Nephrite nodded in agreement.

�It
would give us a nice base of operations once we retook it.� He motioned to the
map. �Ocean to the north and west, mountain chains to the south and east. It�s
naturally fortified against all but aerial attack.� Shima nodded.

�Which
was why it was chosen for the Imperials in the first place. We had managed to
hold here for quite some time before their sheer numbers simply overwhelmed
us.�

Endymion
put a comforting hand on the somewhat embittered Shima�s shoulder, then turned
to the others, expression hardening.

�Very
well then. Our course of action is set before us. We�ll start by retaking
Endura-Prime.� He motioned a path across the planet. �From there, we retake
every major continent and land-mass until we bottle-neck their forces into this
area here.� Endymion indicated a large valley between two massive mountain
ranges. �That is where the Negaverse will make their final stand. And that is
where we will annihilate them from the face of the planet.�

�Just
like when we drove the Youma out of the Northern Wastes,� Jadeite agreed with an
eager grin, tossing his head absently to remove any kinks.

Endymion
turned on his heel then, starting off into the direction of the transporter.
His four former Generals fell into step behind him, Shima and the other
Saturnite warriors not far behind.

�We�ll
transport in first,� he called, �and clear the way for the rest of our troops
who shouldn�t be far behind us.�

The
technician, seeing that they were approaching, quickly began inputting the
coordinates. Endymion scowled, wrenching his sword from it�s scabbard as the
center of the transporter suddenly stilled and showed a war-torn landscape of
blackened soil and flashing violet skies. And everywhere, the horrid Youma of
the Negaverse roamed.

Expression
stern with determination, he allowed himself only a moment to murmur a silent
prayer, and then he leapt through the portal and head-long into hell.

Endymion
landed nimbly into the soft black soil in a half-crouch, then recovered quickly
and leapt toward a large scaled creature to his left, using the element of
surprise to neatly slice its head from its shoulders before the monster even
had a chance to react. Then he turned away, dodging the splash of bluish ichor
that erupted�knowing from experience that some of the Youma�s blood tended to
be acidic and corrosive. The angry hiss as the stuff splashed onto the ground
around him told the King he�d been wise to be so cautious.

Endymion
managed to fell two more creatures before the majority of them were able to
recover from his sudden presence. The lone warrior soon found himself
surrounded by what seemed to be an endless sea of monsters. And then, in a sudden
flash, Malachite, Zoisite, Nephrite and Jadeite all appeared around him.

Malachite
launched forward, his enormous great sword audibly slicing through the air
before it clove a monstrous bull-like Youma completely in half. In moments, no
less than ten others shared it�s grisly fate, the dark Saturnite soil hissing
and spitting angrily around him with the copious amounts of blood he drew.

Zoisite
nimbly tumbled out of the way of a reckless charge, then spun around, a
thousand foot-long jagged spikes of greenish crystal erupting from his
outstretched palm and peppering at least fifteen Youma beyond. All of them
collapsed to the ground, dead or dying. Then the slender warrior flipped into a
handless cartwheel back in the other direction, drawing the rapier from off his
hip in the same motion before gutting another near-by monster, expression
curled into a fierce snarl of battle lust.

Nephrite
twisted and spun around, his braced arms flailing out in a deadly dance,
crushing and decimating foes left and right. The dark-haired warrior nimbly
ducked then a split instant before a deadly-barbed tail swept past and would have
taken the head from his neck�having anticipated the action without knowing it
was coming, using his unique and eerie ability of precognition. Nephrite
grimaced as both of his fists were abruptly engulfed in jagged bolts of
violet-black electricity. He darted in, then planted both charged fists into
the chest cavity of the Youma in two stiff uppercuts in rapid succession. As
the huge creature stumbled back, Nephrite planted one foot behind him and then
sent two massive bolts directly into the creature�s face. It fell completely to
the ground then, instantly dead.

A
wall of blue fire suddenly erupted to one side, incinerating countless Youma in
an instant, their dying wails and screams almost lost into the roar of the
flames. Jadeite gazed on, brows knit with concentration, expression hard and
merciless. Then he turned, pulling the bastard sword on his hip from it�s
sheath, to meet the massive furred creature that had stalked near. The creature
crouched slightly, jaw yawning in eagerness to show the rows of jagged teeth
that lined it, wickedly huge talons held at it�s side and ready to rip this
insolent human to shreds. And then it drew back, confused, as it was suddenly
surrounded in over twenty mirror copies of him. Each one looked exactly the
same, incredibly life like, impossible to tell which was real and which were
the illusion. The Youma snarled, making a swipe for one of them, yet his paw
passed right through the image, dissipating it. The nineteen other Jadeites
darted in with a snarl, and then the Youma screamed out its death throes as the
Warrior King�s sword plunged deep into its vulnerable underbelly.

Shima
and his warriors could only stare on, completely dumbfounded by the display.
Instead they watched, rooted to the spot, as Endymion suddenly launched himself
forward again. The powerful Earth King raised his sword high above him and then
with a roar he suddenly hit one knee and drove the point of his blade deep into
the black earth. For a split instant a symbol suddenly flashed on his brow�a bronze
circle bisected by a cross�before the entire ground around them began rumbling
and shaking with mighty tremors. Shima and his warriors gasped as great chunks
of earth began ripping up around them, flying through the air and slamming into
hapless Youma. Then the very ground itself split wide in a great, yawning
chasm, swallowing hundreds whole before slamming shut again�killing them all
instantly.

�These
are not men,� one of his warriors whispered hoarsely, the sound of awed fear
deep in his tone. �These are Gods in mortal form.� While inwardly Shima was in
complete agreement, he wouldn�t allow his wonderment effect him. He scowled
then, and motioned sharply with his arm.

�Enough!�
he snapped. �Arm yourselves! The battle for your home is taking place around
you! Will you stand and watch it like frightened children or bare your blades
and join in the struggle?�

The
metallic screech of several unsheathing swords were his only answer. Shima
grinned, drew his own blade, then as one the Saturnite warriors rushed into the
fray. A moment later the area around them was suddenly filled with what must
have been several thousand Earthling warriors. The battle-hardened troops didn�t
hesitate, rushing forward with roaring battle cries.

~~*~~

�� My Prince.�

Jorowyn
cringed at that term, then grimaced. No matter how many times he�d told them to
stop, they refused to stop referring to him as their monarch. After a while
Jorowyn had finally stopped trying, just doing his best to ignore it.

�Yah?�
he demanded rudely, reaching blindly for his flask�for the only thing that he�d
found that could deaden the pain.

The
slight female behind him stood with her arms at her sides, the soft gray and blood
red-tipped feathered wings that proclaimed her full-blooded Phaetonian heritage
folded regally over her back. Her over-large blue eyes seemed to glint and glow
in the faint light of his darkened room, reflecting it, another give-away to
her race as well as the delicate, bird-like bone-structure of her narrow face.
Her long pale hair hung down her back in a loose braid, to stay out of the way
of the deadly crystal cat-claws she was wont to form over her wrists when in
battle.

The
former Phaetonian General cleared her throat a little. �There are a few . . . unexpected
additions to the recruits that were sent to us, my Lord,� she answered, tone
soft and faintly deadpan.

Jorowyn
turned to Sharpe at that, and lifted his eyebrow. �Define �unexpected.��

Before
Sharpe could answer him, a loud and angry voice suddenly shouted from beyond,

�Jorowyn!
Get your lazy ass out here! Just what in the hell do you call yourself doing in
there anyway?!�

Both
of his eyebrows lifted in surprise, then his eyes narrowed. He knew that voice.

The
former Prince got to his feet and stepped past Sharpe, then ducked his head out
of his door and peered out into the hallway. Sure enough, there stood the tall
and perpetually angry Princess of Uranus�fully decked out in her battle leathers�hands
on her hips and bad-tempered scowl on her face.

�What
in the hell are you doing here?� he demanded snidely, in no way
intimidated by Amara�s bluster. She glared, but it was Sharpe who answered
calmly from behind him.

�I
believe Princess Amara as well as Romulus of Mars, Theseus of Jupiter and King
Oceanus of Neptune have all arrived with their troops and plan to take part in
the war as well, my Lord. They�re here for training, the same as their men.�

Jorowyn
snorted. �What�d you do, lose a bet?� he scoffed, but blinked slightly in
surprise when Amara�s face darkened a little with embarrassment. He just shook
his head with a bitter laugh. �Lucky for the both of you that you drew the
short straw. Your mother�though pea-brained at times about everything else
under the sun�knows a helluva lot more about your planet�s defenses than anyone
else. And with you being about twenty-five years younger, you�re more suited to
the front-lines right now. So congratulations for accidentally doing
something intelligent. I guess that kind�ve counts.�

Before
a now-fuming Amara could do much, Jorowyn turned back to Sharpe and handed her
his flask. �You and Thorne take the troops and start on their reconditioning.
Begin with going over the different types of Youma and their habits, as well as
their weaknesses. Send the royals to me.� Jorowyn turned back to a red-faced
Amara and grinned nastily. �I�ll take over their training personally.�

~~*~~

One Month Later . . . .

Endymion
sat at the huge long table, eating a meal of cold rations in the ruins of what
was left of the Saturnite Imperial Palace. The ancient structure as well as the
entire continent of Endura-Prime had been re-taken, as well as several hundred
miles of surrounding territory. They were currently at a stalemate, however,
until the new troops joined them. Even their enhanced abilities were no match
for the Youma�s sheer numbers, especially now that they�d fortified themselves
against attack.

The
four Warrior Kings sat with him, as well as Shima and a couple of other
higher-ranking soldiers. Endymion took another bite, then grimaced and washed
the tasteless food down with a gulp of drink, grimacing. Stars, he hated
rations.

�Hey,
what�s with the face?�

The
men at the table all started and turned to the sudden voice, the Saturn natives
less used to the occurrence and half-reaching for weapons before they realized
that the speaker wasn�t an enemy. Endymion locked eyes with Jorowyn�who had
appeared in a shadowy corner�and smirked.

�I
must have sensed you coming,� was his flippant response, causing the Phaetonian
to chuckle.

�Well
fine, I�ll just go back to Earth and take my fifty thousand warriors with me.�

Shima
blew out a stunned whistle, eyes wide. �So many?� Jorowyn nodded, loping
forward and grabbing a chair, twisting it around before he sat in it backward
and braced an arm along the back.

�Give
or take. Shocked the hell out of me too, at first. Mercury only pledged about
2,000, though that�s not surprising, since they�re not known as a warrior
people. Same with Lunara, with around 3,000. Venus managed a little better with
something close to 5,000 troops. Then we have Mars, turning over around 10,000,
and Jupiter with something close to 12,000 fighting men. Uranus was close with
around 11,000, and then Neptune spared around 7,000 from their defenses. They�ve
all been teleported here onto Endura-Prime, freshly trained and ready to go.�
Jorowyn grinned then, reaching for something off of Zoisite�s plate and popping
it into his mouth�ignoring his cousin�s annoyed look afterward.

Jadeite
blew out a slow whistle. �Combined with our 15,000 and what�s left of Saturn�s
forces, we should make a damned impressive force.�

�And
that�s not all,� Jorowyn continued, still smiling, now with a wicked glint of
humor in his pale jade eyes. �I got the chance to hold my own personal training
class with some very special students this past month.�

Endymion
lifted an eyebrow at that, but several others suddenly entered the room,
answering the question before it was spoken. He felt his eyes widen slightly in
genuine surprise. Here was a development he hadn�t expected.

Leading
the small group was Jorowyn�s bodyguards�whether he wanted them to be or not�the
former Generals of Phaeton, Sharpe and her Mate, Thorne. The larger of the
couple had hair as blonde as hers, though his was razored short and close to
his head, and his largish eyes shared the same golden color. His wings were
larger than hers as well, a deep brown trimmed in gold and currently folded over
his back. Both of them were dressed in their battle gear, armored vests trimmed
in blue and red respectively, with matching leather pants and knee-high
polished boots.

They
weren�t surprising, but the four individuals that followed them were. Very much
so. The Princess of Uranus, Amara, followed closely behind in her navy-blue armor,
two short-swords at either hip and at the ready. Then was the former King of
Mars, Romulus, in sweeping black and red with a matching leather breastplate
strapped over his clothes, an enormous falchion hanging from his waist. After
him came the large former monarch of Jupiter, sporting well-worn brown and
green leather and a double-headed battle-axe nearly as big as he was across his
back. And finally, the King of Neptune�Oceanus�dressed in glimmering silver and
aqua-colored scale-mail hefting a deadly trident in one fist.

Endymion
stood as the last of the group entered and fanned out in front of him. He eyed
each in turn, accessing their resolve and finding each more than worthy.

�I
have to tell you, I did not expect this,� he announced softly. Amara scowled.

�You
may be a bunch of lying, war-mongering bastards,� she huffed, �but this fight
is mine as well. I�ll not sit idly by while it happens around me.�

�If
you are willing to put your life on the line for the fate of our people,�
Romulus inserted then, tone soft but firm with conviction, �then we could do no
other than risk the same. We might not possess such incredible powers as you
have discovered, but I assure you that each of us are competent enough warriors
in our own right. If my sword or my tactical knowledge can offer anything to
this war, then you have it.�

�Here,
here,� Theseus rumbled, and Oceanus nodded his agreement as well.

�We
are yours to command, young one,� the older, blue-haired monarch announced,
voice deep. �Prove your brave words of a month ago to truth, lead us to a
complete victory, and you shall have my allegiance and that of the entire
Kingdom of Neptune until our dying breath.�

Endymion
grinned, then nodded. �Alright then, gentlemen. And ladies,� he added in
deference to Sharpe and Amara. �Let�s say you we get to work? There�re a lot of
Youma out there needing to be put in their graves.�
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