Two Halves: chapter 18A Chapter by aaaachapter 18.... lalala “Signal came in ‘bout two minutes ago, sir." yelled a solider carrying a radio pack. The large broadcasting radio dominated his pack, and an antenna extended several feet into the air."Watchers up
river spotted gunboats. They were top model, looks like a Salex raid.” “Get the word out to the base. This could be just a patrol,
but to be safe get the shields ready,” Darris called to the solider, who pulled
the pack off his back. He began turning a crank on its side. Lights began to flash
on its surface, and static began to play through the speaker. The solider
pulled a mic from a strap on the pack and began to speak into it. Intercoms
blared into life across the complex. “Possible raid, I repeat possible raid. Commence defense
plan alpha! Commence defense plan alpha!” roared the metallic voice of the
speakers. People around the base began to run around frantically. People leaped
into turrets seats, and soldiers climbed across rope bridges in their urgency. “Look this way, I think yall will like this.” Darris pointed
towards the edge of the base. In the black water surrounding the base were
several spires sticking up out of the oil. On top of each was a enormous
scroll each made of brown crinkled paper. Several people were climbing down towards these spires. They reached
the small platforms on top and kicked over the scroll; which unfurled to reveal
huge runes painted on their paper surfaces. The runes began glow a pale white, and then bubbled out and
expanded around the spires, and continued to spread around the base. Nicolas
looked behind him to see similar bubbles expanding on the opposite side. The
bubble stopped halfway along the main bridge to the garbage island. Where soldiers
were hurrying villagers across the pathway and into the base. Out over the black sea a dull roar started. Nicolas squinted
out over the water. Around a bend in the river a boat turned out onto the main
channel. Several more boats follow it; there were six in total. They hovered
about two feet above the old on a soft cloud on blue energy. Their smooth
surfaces were covered with turret ports, all pointed at the base. The lead boat
stopped in front of where they were standing. A screech of feedback rang out
over the complex. “This is a Salex Corp sanctioned security team. We have come
to believe that you are harboring a dangerous rebel known as The Alchemist.
Hand him over and we shall leave your base unharm---“ the voice was drowned out by a even louder one. Darris had
somehow acquired a radio pack and was yelling into the mic. “Bugger off, you b******s! You think we are just going to
hand over an ally. If you want him, come and get em!” Darris threw down the
pack and smiled at Nicolas. “Guess this means we’re allies now.” he said as he stretched
out his hand. Nicolas shook it and smiled back, but the shake was interrupted by a sudden explosion that rocked the base. The gunboats had opened fire on base; each gun port blazed white hot from plasma discharge. Ripples of energy
expanded out from the points of impact on the force shell. On the bottom of the
scrolls the paper began to curl and crumble. Flakes of burnt paper fluttered
onto the oil. The progress of the damage was slow, but it was there. They
couldn’t hold out forever. “Open fire! All pressure cannons! Open fire!” yelled Darris.
The turrets swiveled and pointed towards the boats, and began to fire
on the gunboats. Columns of compressed liquid nitrogen erupted from the
turrets, and passed through the force shell impacting the boats. Liquid
nitrogen spread out over boats. Frost began to form on the boats surfaces, and
they fell slightly in altitude from the push of the cannons, but otherwise
seemed unperturbed. “D****t!” muttered Darris. He picked up the radio box and
began to crank the lever once more. “Activate defense protocol Blazing River. I
repeat Blazing River.” He looked up to the top of his office. A man was
suddenly standing on the roof next to the flag. He was holding a large chain.
Each end had a small incense burner. One contained a small neon green flame,
the other blue, and each was venting large amounts of colored smoke. He began to chant, and swing the two burners around himself.
They left steams of smoke that hung in the air. He spun faster and faster, and
the smoke took on intricate shapes. The smoke painted symbols in the air. Then
his unintelligible chanting suddenly became words. “Lord of fire hear my plea. Chase back the fire from my
home. Burn my enemies turn them to ash. Let the sea turn ablaze.” chanted the man. He wasn’t an ordinary mage. His
magical aura was far too powerful for that. It blazed above him in ribbons
power. The man was a pyromancer.
They were mages that stored large amounts of magic within themselves and
distilled it into incense. Then were able to utilize this incense to put out
much larger amounts of magic than they would normally be able to do. The
stopped his turning and the smoke hung in the air. The smoke ruins suddenly expanded out from him growing
larger. When they hit the force shell wall surrounding the base they began to
diffuse across its surface. The wall momentarily glowed a bright orange then
returned to normal, “Ok, Sparky has the flame shield up. Turn this place into
hell.” spoke Darris into the radio pack. A few moments later several explosions
launched oils from the lake high into the air. Several of the globules burst
into flame and reimpacted the lakes surface. Then the lake burst into flame. © 2010 aaaaReviews
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