08-28-2013, 02:18 PM
“Hey, Raymond, what’s that?”
Raymond choked on his biscuit. What followed was several seconds of hacking, chest-thumping and deep breathing before he was ready to respond. His fellow scout, Mikhael, was pointing at the Fountain of Infinity. Raymond dragged his seeing-goggles across the flawless ground and brought them to his face.
Two Primes! And he didn’t recognise either of them. He might have been wrong – there were a lot of Primes he didn’t know of – but there was something about the way they moved, lingered around the Fountain, that seemed unlike a veteran of the verse.
“Two Primes at once.” Mikhael whistled. “You reckon they got kilt in the same fight?”
“Could be,” replied Raymond, frowning. “Wait … what?!” He jabbed a finger forward. “Is that …?!”
“Three Primes!” Mikhael exclaimed. “Wait … no … four Primes! Look at ‘em all!”
“Where’s that magic rock?” Raymond was fumbling in his pack.
“I got it right here,” said Mikhael. In his hand was a blue stone, etched with runes, which he handed to Raymond.
Raymond took the stone, feeling it react to his touch with a faint glow. It was warm. He was still getting used to this type of thing. Back home, magic was something they heard about, but never saw. In Camelot, though, there was an island in the sky just full of magicians, all casting their spells and making rocks like this that let you talk to someone miles away as though you were right next to them. It was freaky, but Raymond couldn’t deny that it made his job that much easier.
“Um … hello?” Raymond spoke into the rock uncertainly. “Hello … command?”
No response. “That there rock is broken,” said Mikhael. “Can never trust magical stuff to work, too complicated. You stay here, I’ll--”
A voice came through the stone, sounding faintly as though it were coming through water, but amplified. “You’re supposed to say who it is.”
“So are you,” said Raymond.
A silence. “What’s the problem?”
Raymond looked across to the Fountain, visible in the distance. It seemed like it was going through some change, darkening in colour as it grew in size. Jagged spokes had appeared and were slowly extending from it in an upward spiral fashion. “We got four Primes at the Nexus.”
A distorted noise that might have been a scoff, or a gasp. “Four Primes? New?”
Raymond shrugged, then remembered the rock couldn’t see shrugs. “I … I’m not sure! But … I think so. None of them look like Primes I’ve seen before.”
More voices, too quiet to make out. Then, “Hold your position. Do not approach the Fountain. We’ll have someone there soon.”
“Right.” Raymond handed the rock back to Mikhael, and could feel himself shaking with adrenaline. Mikhael took no notice, all of his attention on the Fountain in the distance. Primes, for the first time! But not just one. He grabbed his goggles and pressed them to his eyes. He scrambled for the rock again.
“C-command!”
“Yes, scout.”
“Make that five Primes!”
“Three Primes,” said the man. “That’s three Primes.”
“Four Primes,” one of the other men interrupted. “That’s four Primes now.”
“Four Primes …” he paused, letting the radio speak back. “Yes, another one just appeared. None of them match the database.”
“Holy shit,” said one of the soldiers with a laugh. “Five Primes. Five!”
The soldier on the radio nodded, glancing through the gateway as he did so. “Uh huh. Okay. Roger that. There’s five Primes now. Yeah. Alright, will do.” He clicked the receiver.
“What’d he say?” asked one of the other soldiers.
“He said hold tight, don’t move. The Judge is coming.”
Raymond choked on his biscuit. What followed was several seconds of hacking, chest-thumping and deep breathing before he was ready to respond. His fellow scout, Mikhael, was pointing at the Fountain of Infinity. Raymond dragged his seeing-goggles across the flawless ground and brought them to his face.
Two Primes! And he didn’t recognise either of them. He might have been wrong – there were a lot of Primes he didn’t know of – but there was something about the way they moved, lingered around the Fountain, that seemed unlike a veteran of the verse.
“Two Primes at once.” Mikhael whistled. “You reckon they got kilt in the same fight?”
“Could be,” replied Raymond, frowning. “Wait … what?!” He jabbed a finger forward. “Is that …?!”
“Three Primes!” Mikhael exclaimed. “Wait … no … four Primes! Look at ‘em all!”
“Where’s that magic rock?” Raymond was fumbling in his pack.
“I got it right here,” said Mikhael. In his hand was a blue stone, etched with runes, which he handed to Raymond.
Raymond took the stone, feeling it react to his touch with a faint glow. It was warm. He was still getting used to this type of thing. Back home, magic was something they heard about, but never saw. In Camelot, though, there was an island in the sky just full of magicians, all casting their spells and making rocks like this that let you talk to someone miles away as though you were right next to them. It was freaky, but Raymond couldn’t deny that it made his job that much easier.
“Um … hello?” Raymond spoke into the rock uncertainly. “Hello … command?”
No response. “That there rock is broken,” said Mikhael. “Can never trust magical stuff to work, too complicated. You stay here, I’ll--”
A voice came through the stone, sounding faintly as though it were coming through water, but amplified. “You’re supposed to say who it is.”
“So are you,” said Raymond.
A silence. “What’s the problem?”
Raymond looked across to the Fountain, visible in the distance. It seemed like it was going through some change, darkening in colour as it grew in size. Jagged spokes had appeared and were slowly extending from it in an upward spiral fashion. “We got four Primes at the Nexus.”
A distorted noise that might have been a scoff, or a gasp. “Four Primes? New?”
Raymond shrugged, then remembered the rock couldn’t see shrugs. “I … I’m not sure! But … I think so. None of them look like Primes I’ve seen before.”
More voices, too quiet to make out. Then, “Hold your position. Do not approach the Fountain. We’ll have someone there soon.”
“Right.” Raymond handed the rock back to Mikhael, and could feel himself shaking with adrenaline. Mikhael took no notice, all of his attention on the Fountain in the distance. Primes, for the first time! But not just one. He grabbed his goggles and pressed them to his eyes. He scrambled for the rock again.
“C-command!”
“Yes, scout.”
“Make that five Primes!”
* * * * *
On the other side of the Nexus, three identical men in white stood outside of a perfectly curved archway of blocks of what looked like stainless steel. Through it, a city could be seen. A magnificent metropolis – the sun was setting there, casting a beautiful orange hue over the skyscrapers and through the door. One of the men had a radio pressed to his helmet, which looked like a kind of futuristic gas mask.“Three Primes,” said the man. “That’s three Primes.”
“Four Primes,” one of the other men interrupted. “That’s four Primes now.”
“Four Primes …” he paused, letting the radio speak back. “Yes, another one just appeared. None of them match the database.”
“Holy shit,” said one of the soldiers with a laugh. “Five Primes. Five!”
The soldier on the radio nodded, glancing through the gateway as he did so. “Uh huh. Okay. Roger that. There’s five Primes now. Yeah. Alright, will do.” He clicked the receiver.
“What’d he say?” asked one of the other soldiers.
“He said hold tight, don’t move. The Judge is coming.”
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