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:: Chapter One ::
The Call For Help
~~*~~
Endymion—twenty-three
year old Lord King of Elysian—glanced up from the huge map spread before him at
someone’s abrupt entrance. He stood alone in the large room that had served as
his father’s study a short five years ago, was now his. The young man stood up
away from his battle reports and sighed.
“Yes
Helios? What do you need?”
The
young, pale-haired boy bowed respectfully before his King. The fifteen year old
had taken over his father’s position as Head Priest after the man’s untimely
death last year. Though young, he had uncharted healing abilities and a wisdom
that went well beyond his years. Helios straightened now, his chestnut eyes
solemn.
“Forgive
me for disturbing you, my Lord, but we’ve just received a transmission from the
Kingdom of Lunara. The Queen, Lady Serenity, is requesting an audience with
you.”
The
boy’s tone didn’t falter from it’s soft, steady cadence despite the absolutely
incredible information he was giving. Endymion felt his eyebrows fair shoot up
into his hairline with shock. What was this? The high and mighty Moon Queen
wanted to speak with him? A lowly Earthian lord? He scoffed bitterly to
himself then. The end of the universe must be closer than I thought.
“I
sent for the Four before I came,” the boy continued lightly. “I thought you
might like to confer with them ere you spoke with her.” Endymion nodded, then
frowned, coming away from the table completely.
“Did
she mention anything to you concerning what she wants to speak to me about?”
Helios shook his head, but a sneering laugh sounded before the pale-haired boy
had a chance to actually respond. And then a tall and lanky form shoved it’s
way past.
The
man was pushing six and a half feet, with brilliant red-gold hair left to
tumble loose to his thighs and a pair of snapping green eyes so pale they were
nearly white. Jorowyn, crowned prince of Phaeton, a planet now dead thanks to
the Silver Alliance and their continued stubborn idiocy. Jorowyn—only fourteen
at the time—had been on Earth visiting his Aunt and cousin when Phaeton was
destroyed. Grief-stricken, bitter and resentful, Jorowyn had grown to
passionately hate the Alliance and anything having to do with it. Nothing had
changed in the ten years that had followed, save the fact that he had become a
raging alcoholic. Oddly enough, the drink did nothing to deaden his razor-sharp
wit or deadly fighting skills . . . only served to make the cynically sarcastic
man even more acerbic.
“There’s
only one thing that her precious Majesty could possibly want from us,”
Jorowyn droned lazily, coming to plop himself down into a chair near-by and
take a long pull on the silvery flask he always had near-at-hand. He stared at
it for a moment afterward, pausing for effect as well as to wait for the other
four men that were behind him to slowly file inside.
They
were the four Warrior Kings of Earth, Endymion’s top Generals and most powerful
fighters. They were also his closest friends. Malachite, Warrior King of the
North, so stern and unbending. Nephrite, Warrior King of the West, frowning and
pensive. Zoisite, Warrior King of the East, his sharp and intelligent eyes immediately
drifting to his inebriated cousin with a pained sigh. And finally Jadeite,
Warrior King of the South, his normally irrepressibly jovial expression unreadable
as he came and sat on the other side of the room.
Helios
bowed again after they’d all entered, then turned on his heel and left, softly
closing the double-doors behind him.
“As
I was saying,” Jorowyn suddenly started again, his sharp tenor slightly
slurred. “There’s only one possible reason why Her Mightiness suddenly wants an
audience with the savage Earthlings,” he repeated. “And that is because she no
longer has no other choice in the matter.”
“Which
means . . . what exactly,” Jadeite prompted after a slight pause, scowling
slightly with impatience.
“The
sudden drawing away of the Youma these past two years,” Zoisite clarified for
his cousin, his tone troubled and expression faring no better. “We speculated
that there had to be a reason for it.”
“Has
the Negaverse finally moved on the Alliance?” Endymion questioned and Jorowyn
nodded.
“My
father predicted that this would happen, but the fools wouldn’t listen. The
Youma no doubt gained just enough of a foot-hold here on earth to allow a
planetary transport into the other Kingdoms. Their soldiers are no where near
battle-tested enough to withstand full-scale war, not the likes of which you
have. They’ve no doubt been losing abominably. Now guess who they come crying to.”
Several
of the men sneered in distaste, though it was Jadeite who growled, “yah, to
hell with that.”
“They
abandoned us,” Nephrite agreed coldly. “Why should we come to their aid?”
“How
conceited can you get?” Zoisite murmured in disbelief, then, shaking his head.
Jorowyn
snorted at that. “Oh you’d be amazed,” he droned, motioning with his
flask.
There
was a moment of heavy silence, then, “well I cannot simply ignore her call,”
Endymion announced suddenly.
“And
why the hell not?” Jade demanded, but it was Malachite who answered with,
“Because
despite what the Silver Alliance wants to believe of us,” he rumbled, “we are
not barbaric savages incapable of diplomacy. If we simply ignored their plea—if
that is truly why the Queen has contacted us—then we prove them right
and show ourselves to be no better than what they think we are.”
“If
joining forces is what the Queen has in mind, then I am certainly not against
it,” Endy announced fervently, gleaning stunned looks from those around him. He
scowled, fists clenching. “I hate the Alliance and what they’ve done to us just
as much as you . . . but I think you’ll agree with me when I say that I hate
the Negaverse and that bitch Beryl a whole lot more.” Grudging nods were given
at that and Endy motioned with his hand. “If banding together is what it takes
to drive these bastards out of our homes and lives for good then I’ll do it.
I’ll do anything to see things go back to the way they were.”
“They’ll
never go back to the way they were,” Jorowyn snapped viciously, but then
he sighed and took another calming pull of his draught. He wiped his chin of
the excess with the back of one hand, then abruptly declared cattily, “however
there is potential here to get a significant amount of subtle revenge.
If they’re this desperate for our help—as they must be, to even contact us—then
Endy now has a very powerful trump card in his hand.”
“Like
what?” Endymion demanded dubiously, crossing his arms. Jorowyn smirked.
“There
isn’t anything that the Queen of Lunara values more highly than her precious
daughter, Princess Serenity.” Endymion’s eyebrow twitched with annoyance.
“And?”
Jorowyn’s
calculated smirk widened into a full-blown grin. “Isn’t it about time you
thought about marriage, Endymion?” The Lord King gasped, then, eyes widening
with the implications as he finally caught on to the Phaetonian’s game.
“What?”
Jadeite burst out, eyes wide. “Endy marry the Princess of Lunara?”
“You
four as well,” Jorowyn insisted, sitting forward and setting his flask aside.
The King of the South frowned, brow puckering with confusion.
“All
. . . five of us . . . marry the Princess of Lunara? Is that even possible?”
“No,
you dimwit,” Zoisite snapped, rolling his eyes. “He means that all five of us
should marry a princess.” He turned and locked eyes with his cunning
cousin once more. “What I want to know is why he would think that.” Jorowyn
sighed blandly.
“It’s
quite simple, really. Princess Serenity is the only living heir to Lunara. So,
married to Endymion—,”
“After
the Queen was gone, he would become the King of Lunara,” Nephrite
finished in a stunned whistle. “And become the next Praetor of the Silver
Alliance.”
“Heh,
wouldn’t that just beat all,” Jade laughed. “An Earthling in command of all
those pompous pricks.” Endymion was silent, expression thoughtful. Jadeite
suddenly frowned again, and continued after a moment. “Why us, though? Why
should we get married?”
“The
Silver Alliance works very much like a council,” Jorowyn explained lazily,
sitting back again and seemingly basking in his moment of triumph as he
explained his master plan. “The Queen of Lunara presides over it as Praetorian,
but in the end, every major decision that is ever brought up before the
Alliance is always put to a vote. After Earth is inducted—and after marrying
Serenity—Endymion would carry three planetary votes; one for Earth and two for
Lunara. And then with all four of you wedding a Princess and being named King
of your respective planetary Kingdoms . . . .”
“We’d
hold the majority over the whole damn thing,” Zoisite breathed, stunned. The
others faired no better. Malachite frowned however.
“Which
is dangerous,” he spoke up disapprovingly. “Petty revenge aside, we know
nothing of the other planets or how they’re run. Naming ourselves Kings of
something we do not understand is foolhardy in the extreme. It’s asking for
trouble.”
“We
don’t know about them, but he does,” Nephrite countered, motioning to Jorowyn,
who had recovered his flask and smirked around it as he took another drink. The
dark-haired General turned to the Phaetonian then, highly intrigued. “What are
the prospects?” Jorowyn muffled a belch, then began.
“Pluto
is a planet of monks all devoted to the flow of time and guarding the Gates.
It’s temperate there, but dark almost all of the time, being so far away from
the sun. Uranus is a female-dominate society on a planet largely made up of
windy meadowlands. Neptune is a water world of endless island chains and
man-made floating cities. Saturn is somewhat similar to Earth, but with more
emphasis on magic than steel. Jupiter is really wet, as it rains almost all of
the time and consists of a huge, planet-wide swamp. The entire society live in
the trees, rather than on the soggy ground, connected by massive bridge networks.
Mars is a huge red-sand desert, and Venus is a tropical jungle, both very hot
most of the time—with Mars being dry and arid and Venus being muggy and damp.
All of Mercury is based on the dark side of the planet—as the sun’s heat makes
living on the light side impossible even with Chrys-Tech shields. Even the dark
side of the planet is near inhabitable, though, being several hundred degrees
below freezing at the surface. The cities are all protected by shields, though,
all interconnected with one another. Inside the domes is a hell of a lot more
warm than outside, but even then it’s still chilly, the temperature similar to
one of your Earthian winters, all the time. And finally, Lunara itself is
beautiful beyond words if you’re a fan of polished white marble and silver
crystal architecture. It has no natural vegetation whatsoever, everything is
man-made. Aesthetically beautiful, but dead.” Jorowyn paused for a moment, then
shrugged. “Last I heard, all the Kingdoms had eligible daughters, some more
eligible than others.”
“What
does that mean?” Endymion questioned and Jorowyn sighed.
“Well
the Plutonian Princess—Trista—is serving her family’s pact and is locked away
with the Time Gate, as per the contract that the Royal Family made eons ago
with Cronus, the God of Time,” he began, sitting back. “Not exactly wifely
material, there. And the Saturnite Princess—Hotaru—would barely be pushing
fourteen if my memory serves, and I don’t think that any of you are the sort of
men to fancy bedding down with children.” All four of them made faces of
disgust, and Jorowyn nodded. “And the princesses of Uranus and Neptune . . .
well . . . they’re kind’ve . . . .” Jorowyn paused for a moment, as if
searching for the right words, and then finally settled on wiggling his hand. Jadeite
scowled.
“What
the hell does that mean?” he demanded, blandly imitating the gesture. Zoisite
sighed loudly again.
“He
means they’re lesbian,” he helpfully clarified, tone dry. Jadeite blinked.
“Oh.”
“Lovers
together, actually, last I checked,” Jorowyn further added with a smirk. “So
unless you want an even bigger fight on your hands on your wedding night, I’d
leave Princess Amara and Princess Michelle to their . . .whatever,” Jorowyn
finished, motioning again. “That leaves Mercury, Mars, Venus and Jupiter. I
don’t know much about the princesses of those kingdoms, except that they’re all
around the same age as Serenity, eighteen or nineteen or so now.”
“So,
Endy marries the Princess of Lunara,” Nephrite murmured slowly after another
slight pause, where-in they all mulled over the information that Jorowyn had
just provided. The dark-haired man glanced at the Phaetonian curiously. “Where
would you pair the rest of us off?” Jorowyn thought for a moment, taking
another drink.
“Well
Jupiter is a culture of warriors, in name if not in actual practice. They—and
their Princess, Lita—would no doubt value strength and skill in battle the most
in a leader. You would want your strongest warrior there.”
“While
none of you are slouches on the battlefield,” Endymion murmured, “our strongest
would definitely be Malachite.” Jorowyn nodded his agreement to this, then
continued.
“Mars
is a planet of soothsayers. Along with Princess Raye, they value empathy and
wisdom above anything else.”
“That
would be Nephrite,” Endymion inserted. “He has a tendency to ponder things more
than the others.” Again the Phaetonian Prince nodded.
“Mercury
is, of course, a planet of intellectuals. At least they think they’re
intellectuals. Using my planet’s Chrys-Tech fed computer systems gives them a
hell of an edge, but I’ll grudgingly admit that they’ve got some half-way
intelligent scientists in residence. Obviously Princess Ami and the rest of
them value intelligence in a leader.”
“That’d
be Z,” Endymion murmured.
“Well
that leaves me with Venus, then,” Jadeite called after a moment. “What about
them?” Jorowyn grinned.
“Venusians
are naturally beautiful, the whole lot of them, and said to be the best lovers
in the solar-system. A non-Venusian rarely has enough stamina to keep up with
their heightened sexual libidos. They’ve actually accidentally killed other
races during sex.” Jadeite’s eyes had become the size of saucers, while
Nephrite and Zoisite chuckled at his expense. Jorowyn’s grin turned predatory.
“They’re also a bit flighty and air-headed by nature, which includes their
Princess Mina, and I’d say that makes them just about perfect for you Jade,” he
finished in a mock salute, laughing at the golden-haired General’s growling
scowl.
Endymion
sighed then, however, delaying any immediate retort. The Lord King of Earth
slowly nodded. “Very well, then. We will see where this course of action takes
us. Let us go and say hello then, shall we?”
~~*~~
Jorowyn
led the way into the communications room. The communicators were somewhat
rigged together—he having built them himself with spare parts over the
years—but functional nonetheless. A mass of wires and tubes crisscrossed about
the chamber, connected to the five-by-five foot circular pad in the center of
the room, and then the smaller, raised one slightly above it.
“Just
step onto the pad, Endy,” Jorowyn instructed, moving over to the control panel
and punching a few buttons. Endymion did as instructed, with Jadeite,
Malachite, Nephrite and Zoisite taking up positions around the room behind him.
Jorowyn continued to press buttons for several moments, but nothing happened.
“Are
you sure this hunk of junk is gonna work?” Jadeite demanded dubiously after
another uncomfortable pause, to which Jorowyn growled.
“I
built it, of course it works!”
He
stopped at the controls for a moment, glared down at the console, then suddenly
reared back and began kicking it viciously. On the third one, the machinery
suddenly came to life, lights blinking myriadly. Jorowyn grinned triumphantly,
then went back to pecking buttons at a furious pace. “This outta be good,” he
sneered, just before twisting the main dial and then flipping the switch beside
it. The pad beneath Endymion’s feet hummed slightly, then began glowing with a
soft white light. At the same time the smaller one before him flickered a few
times, and then there was a miniature holographic image of a woman seated on a
throne before him.
She
was much older than he was, yet still quite beautiful, dressed all in white.
Her silvery hair was done up in an odd fashion; two fist-sized buns on either
side of her head, ending in long, thin ponytails that floated down to the
ground on either side of her throne. Her gray eyes were sharp, mirror-like, her
expression giving nothing away. What caught Endy’s attention the most however
was the golden crescent-shaped marking on her forehead, and the aura of power
that seemed to roll off of her in subtle waves. The woman straightened a
fraction as soon as contact was made, then folded her hands regally in her lap.
“Ah,
King Endymion I presume?” she called, her voice authoritative and terse. He
nodded. “As you no doubt have guessed, I am Serenity, Queen of Lunara and
Praetorian of the Silver Alliance.”
“I
have heard of you,” he confirmed, standing tall and confidently, arms clasping
behind his back. “I have also experienced first-hand your lack of interest in
myself and my entire planet,” he continued tonelessly. “So forgive me, but let
us cut through all the false pleasantries and get to the point of this transmission.
Why have you contacted me now, after centuries of ignorance?”
The
Queen sighed a small sigh, her expression unchanging, and Endymion fought off
the impulse to feel rude and brutish. She was the one who should feel
uncomfortable, not him. “As you wish, King Endymion,” she seemed to heave, “I
shall come straight to the point. For the past two years now, the evil that
awoke on your planet has begun spreading into the rest of the solar system like
a plague. I am not sure how, or why, but the attacks have been swift and
merciless. The Kingdom of Pluto has all but fallen, and Saturn cannot be far
behind. The Silver Alliance has recognized that we—that we all—stand a
much better chance of survival if we stand together in a united front.”
Endymion
scoffed, causing her to blink slightly in surprise. “Begging your pardon, my
Lady,” he sneered, “but we have been doing just fine without the help of the
Alliance for thirteen years now. So if anyone is in desperate need of survival,
my guess is that it would be you and your precious planetary coalition.” He saw
her face tighten a fraction, but otherwise there was no reaction to his words. Endymion
took a bracing breath. If he was going to pull this off, he’d have to be his
most cunning self. There was too much at stake to screw up now. “Therefore,” he
continued, “I see no reason why I should be interested in your proposal at all.
You have nothing to offer me.”
“Earth
would, of course, be inducted into the Silver Alliance,” she announced slowly,
grudgingly, her tone gone brittle. Endymion bit back a laugh.
“Again,
my Lady, I am hearing only one-sided benefits for yourselves, when it is you
who need our help. It would be to your benefit to induct us into
your alliance, not the other way around.” There was a long moment of silence
then. Endymion thought he saw her hands tighten around the arm rests of her
throne, but he couldn’t be sure. He heard her sigh again, longer this time, as
if more set upon. Then,
“Very
well, sir,” she murmured, tone grudging. “What is it you would ask of the
Silver Alliance?”
“First
let’s clear up exactly what it is we would be giving you,” he insisted, and she
motioned somewhat impatiently for him to continue. “The use of our troops to
fight your battles, the retraining of yours, the benefit of our extensive
knowledge on the Negaverse and how it operates—,”
“You
presume much to offer to train our regiments,” she snapped suddenly,
interrupting him. “We have lived for centuries longer than you have
been—,”
“And
that matters very little,” it was Endymion’s turn to cut her off with a scowl,
“since we have managed to beat the Negaverse back on several occasions and hold
them at bay for ten times as long as you have been losing to them. That
tells me one thing, that your troops are obviously in need of a few fresh
tactics.”
She
had no reply to this, merely scowled.
“In
return for these services,” he continued, “and after other conditions are met,
then Earth will agree to enter your Alliance and aid in the defeat of the
Negaverse.” The Queen’s steely eyes narrowed.
“And
just what are these other conditions?” Endymion took a deep and
fortifying breath.
“In
return, I demand your daughter’s hand in marriage, and the marriage of my four
Warrior Kings to four other planetary princesses.”
“Preposterous!”
the Queen snarled, sitting away from the throne now, her icy mask finally
cracking to show an expression of utter, indignant fury. “You have to be completely
insane to think that I would even consider such terms!” She made a sound of
disgust, shaking her head ruefully. “You think to gain the majority of the
Alliance after this is all said and done, do you? Perhaps you Earthlings are
more cunning than we originally gave you credit for. However, my child is
not a bartering piece I am willing to bargain with!”
“Those
are my terms,” Endymion declared coldly, his expression set and his voice
deadpan. “You turned your backs on us thirteen years ago and left my people to die,
they who were guilty of nothing more than where the fates had placed them at
birth. You should be damned grateful, my Lady, that I have not done the
same to you and yours outright. This is the price for your arrogance and your
narrow-minded cruelty of the past. Take it or leave it.”
With
that he stepped off the communicator, and the link was immediately severed.
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