The Power of Water: Book One of The Doom of the Gods

by James Grimm

Genres: Fairy Tales, Folk Tales, Legends & Mythology; Atlantis Civilization downfall epic

Synopsis

Literary Titans Silver Award winner, July 2024.

2024 Global Ebook Silver Award Winner for Fantasy/Alternate History

 

“Grimm crafts a story of mythic proportions, seamlessly blending action with the rise and fall of this legendary civilization. The narrative unfolds through various perspectives and battles, immersing readers in the dynamic world of Atlantis.” Literary Titan Review, June 2024

What if Plato was right?

If Atlantis was real...

During the last Ice Age, the clash of steel and the roar of aircraft echo through the land as the empires of Atlantis and Rama wage a desperate war. The war raged for ten years when Atlantis started to use weapons of mass destruction.

Risor sees the trap closing, but the mission commander refuses to withdraw. Threatening to take command, he forces her to order the retreat. That Risor is right makes matters only worse, turning the rivalry personal.

Far to the west, Rogat takes command, only to find himself leading a rag-tag group of survivors, hounded in his every step by a superhuman hero of the gods bent on killing him.

Follow these two and others in this gripping tale of war and survival that will keep you on the edge of your seat.

Because revenge is such a satisfying reason to destroy a civilization.

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Other reviews:

“This is such a powerful blend of sci-fi, fantasy, and mythology. The author does an incredible job of world-building, delving into the civilizations of Atlantis and Rama and the cultures that brought these two civilizations to war.” Author Anthony Avina, June 2024

“This uses the mythology element in a way that I was looking for, it uses the Atlantis setting as a perfect backdrop. The war was realistic and enjoyed how everything worked with the plot of the story.” Goodreads, June 2024

 

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Release date: June 14, 2024

Publisher: YumeBook

Print pages: 294

Sample

FOUR MONTHS BEFORE

Around 11,000 BC ATLANTA SUNA

Whistling while walking back onto the base, Risor thinks, “Comfy assignment, beautiful beaches, great food, occasional combat but not too intense, yup, I have it good. Well, as long as this war doesn’t screw it up.” He heads to the base’s Mission Command building for a brief on their upcoming mission. His squadron, the Falcon Claw, and two others will soon go on a mission to strike a grave blow to the Rama Empire and her allies in this decade-long war.

Entering the general’s office, Risor greets General Varno, the base commander, sitting at his desk with others already seated. Nodding toward the open seat, Varno turns his attention back to the screen on the opposite wall displaying a map of a base.

The intelligence officer waits for Risor to sit before starting his brief. The Aether-powered map projector displays a map of the Rama military base in Taxila.

The officer starts, “My Lady and Lords, our target for this mission. Intelligence states that they are building some type of powerful new weapon there. Your mission will be to capture or destroy this weapon and all its data if you cannot bring it back.”

Risor asks, “Lieutenant, what type of weapon is it?”

“We are not really sure. The evidence provided by the Shigar is pretty scant…”

Lady Jana Kalin, the commander of the Wave Rider squadron, a Shigar party member and commander of the mission, interrupts. “Does it really matter? Just do what you are told.”

Before Risor can respond, she turns to Varno. “General, I request that the Falcon Claw squadron perform the feint mission.”

Turning back to Risor. “No offense, Commander Tarnor, but I want someone who follows orders and doesn’t endanger the mission with frivolous questions watching my back.”

Risor shoots back, his anger getting the best of him. “You mean you want Shigar to get all the glory?”

General Varno interrupts, “Okay, people, we are on the same side.” Taking a deep breath before continuing, “Let’s keep politics out of it, okay? I agree with your request, Commander Kalin.”

Jana and the other squadron commander, Lord Jamal Fera, leader of the Sun Darters, look disdainfully at Risor.

Fingernails digging into palms and jaw clenching, Risor stares daggers back at Jamal when he receives a stern look from Varno. Risor relaxes slightly. He nods, and Varno signals the intelligence officer to continue.

Once the intelligence officer completes his brief, Varno states, “If no further questions, you are dismissed to your squadron briefings. Risor, a word.”

All of the officers stand at attention and salute. Lady Kalin, Lord Fera, and the intelligence officer leave the office. Risor keeps standing at attention, afraid his anger will betray him.

Once the door is closed, Risor spits out. “Sir, I could have supported her just fine.”

“Yes, Commander.”

Risor pauses at the general’s lack of response. Varno continues, “But if things go wrong, she will blame you and Nalos. There are tensions enough between the two parties.”

Not quite ready to give in, Risor responds. “Sir, I would not let our political issues get in the way of my duties.”

Sighing, Varno gets up and walks towards the door. Risor is still standing at attention. “Yes, Commander Tarnor, I believe you, but I have heard of Lady Kalin, and we both know about Jamal. Trust me on this. Dismissed.”

Not entirely satisfied with the general’s answer, but knowing he can’t keep arguing, he performs a parade-ground salute and exits. General Varno does not understand; he is not a Nalos member like Risor.

Walking out of the command center, he feels cheated. Annoyed by the events in the office, he thinks, “This day started so good.” But by the time he gets to his barracks, he wonders if that is not bad.

 

 

***

 

 

 

On the base’s flight line, many Vailixi, silvery, box-shaped craft powered by Aether, are parked and loading troops. A few Vailixi fly high overhead, providing a defensive patrol for all the craft on the ground. The air over the base shimmers slightly, signifying that the base’s shields are active.

Troopers in Aether combat armor stand in line, boarding the Vailixi. The bulky armor covers their entire body with red Skor metal plating. Skor, a gift from Poseidon long ago, is created by armorers and priests, and when infused with Aether, it is difficult to pierce and takes the shape of the body armor. But without Aether, it collapses into a pool of a rubber-like substance that is easy to transport and store. It also provides enhanced visuals and can communicate with other armored teams, Vailixi, or, if in range, bases.

Risor’s second in command, Tilor Togolan, a noble from one of the smaller colonies near Risor’s home of Altai, stands with him near the rear of their craft with the troopers for their Vailixi already boarded. They stand watching Lady Kalin and Lord Fera talk a few Vailixi over.

“Happy lot they are. We are better off doing the feint, sir. No backstabbing.” Tilor states, then spits on the ground.

Smiling, Risor responds, “Backstabbing? I doubt they would go that far. She writes her ticket in the Shigar if this is successful. She won’t screw with her chances.”

Shaking his head, Tilor gives Risor a severe look, “Yes, sir, but General Varno is right. If it fails and we are central to it, she would blame you and Nalos for causing the failure. It’s better this way.”

Nodding in agreement, Risor turns to them again and sighs, “Party politics is such bullshit.” Turning back toward the open bay of the craft. “Shall we go?”

Tilor gives one more look toward the other commanders. Grins and states, “Besides, Jamal and his Darters are fuck ups waiting to happen. They would probably screw up the feint and need our assistance to save their asses.”

With the rear ramp door closing, he adds, “Definitely better this way.”

 

 

***

 

 

 

Overlooking the beachside military base stands a small hut at the edge of a hillside orchard. Four people around a fire watch the Vailixi take off and head toward the northwest. As the last craft recedes into the distance, one of the four turns and enters the dwelling.

One man of the three remaining people stands, shading his eyes, and asks, “How many did you get?”

The sole woman answers, “I counted forty-five. About three squadrons.”

The last man, still squatting near the fire, nods his head at the woman’s pronouncement. The standing man nods and goes into the hut. In a dark corner of the hut sits the man who entered earlier, talking into a mirror-like device glowing with the power of Aether. He turns at the intrusion.

The man entering the hut walks to the other man and says, “Tell them we see three squadrons heading in a northwest direction.”

The woman from outside comes in and asks, “Shall we tell them the rumors we heard from the other villagers?”

Nodding, the standing man states, “Yes, tell them we believe that the target is Taxila.”

 

 

***

 

 

 

ATLANTA RAMA

A dogfight occurs over the targeted military base near Taxila between Vailixi and Vimana. Vailixi are small and fast. Vimana, the flying craft of the Rama Empire, looks like small step pyramids, correspondingly slow but heavily armed.

The Vimana are outnumbered and losing. Their saving grace is the ground-to-air fire support they are getting from the base’s defenses. The base defenses consist of large cannons that throw up clouds of Aether streams to deny an area to the Atlanteans. Below the dogfight, some of the base’s buildings are on fire or smoking from strikes by the Atlanteans.

Vailixi swarm around the base like wasps around a hive. Defending Vimana circle above the base, relying on its defenses to ward off the Vailixi ships coming from various angles. The Vailixi group into three or four craft, concentrating on one Vimana at a time. They try to breach the target’s shields before nearby Vimana can swat them away with overwhelming firepower.

 

 

***

 

 

 

The command bridge of Risor’s Vailixi has four consoles in the forward section: weapons, two probers that feel and see what is around the vessel, and shields. Behind this console row are three more positions. First is the navigator position, Tilor’s seat, followed by Risor’s spot as the craft commander. The communications position is to the right of the commander’s seat, and on the left is a passageway leading to the lower passenger deck below.

Each console glows a soft blue with Aetheric energy. Aether flows through the conduits connecting to the console dishes, causing them to glow. The navigation console emits a fast pulsing rhythm. The other consoles pulsate, too, but slower.

The communications officer, Dimera, turns to Risor. “Sir, Lady Kalin wishes to speak to you.”

Risor swings a smaller dish, connected to his station’s chair, into position in front of him. “Pass to my console.”

Jana’s face appears on the screen, “Commander, break off to commence your mission.”

“Yes, my Lady.” Risor swings the dish back to the side.

“Tilor, the queen has spoken. Time to head towards Taxila.” Tilor grins and turns back to prepare the orders.

 

 

***

 

 

 

Jana’s Vailixi lands among others in a clearing. The rear ramp opens, and power-armored troopers armed with an Aether spear disembark and start heading into the woods. Each Vailixi unloads ten troopers, then takes off and is replaced by another.

Jana walks down the ramp with powered armor on and her helmet off, talking to her second, Nailos Dentam. He is in a standard flight suit and remains on the ramp.

“Keep half the squadron here and send the others to assist Jamal.”

He nods and looks like he wants to say something. She motions for him to talk. “Yes, my Lady. Could I not go with you? I would feel better,” he pleads.

Jana grips his shoulder with her armored hand and tightens her grip until Nailos winces in pain. With a cold voice, she says, “As I said before, I don’t need your protection, Nailos. I could cut you down in seconds.”

Lines crease his forehead, and his lips pull back into a grimace of pain. He hurriedly responds, “Forgive me, my Lady. I do not mean offense. I just... well... us...”

Releasing his shoulder, she takes a deep breath, “I know what you meant, but just do what I say.”

Putting on her helm, she turns and, with her escorts, bounds off into the forest after the other troopers. He watches until she disappears in the woods. Massaging his shoulder, he retreats up the ramp as it closes. The craft lifts and speeds away.

 

 

***

 

 

 

Hours before, the meadow was tranquil, and a dirt road traversed through the woodlands to the base’s gate. Now, troopers in power armor have taken up positions within the trees, exchanging fire with Rama soldiers who have barricaded themselves among the base’s buildings.

The meadow separates the forest from a wooden and stone fence, scattered with now burning watch towers. The Rama troops are equipped with leather breastplates, helmets, and greaves; they cling tightly to their Aether bows. Made from metal and armed with a glowing string, these weapons can shoot out a bolt of Aether when pulled back and released. It is similar to the Aether spear wielded by Atlanteans, which emits a discharge of Aether when its trigger is pressed.

Jana reaches the tree line and assesses the situation. The enemy seems to be heavily outnumbered. Without hesitation, she issues the order to advance. The troopers emerge from the trees in a skirmish line. Jana remains behind them, orchestrating their movements.

At her command, a handful of troopers dart forward using their power armor’s enhanced speed. Shrugging off enemy fire, they perform a power-assisted leap over the wall and ditch to the other side. With weapons blazing, they charge toward the closest buildings to create a bridgehead along the base’s perimeter. Enemy fire concentrates on the advanced team, desperately trying to collapse the position before reinforcements arrive from the forest line. The enemy’s efforts to dislodge the bridgehead play into Jana’s plans. Their concentration allows the rest of the troopers a chance to move forward under weak fire.

Jana, in mid-jump, targets a group of defenders behind a nearby barricade. She hits two of them with successive shots. Discipline fails, and they scatter, abandoning the barricade to her forces. Landing gracefully, Jana takes in the chaos around her - seeing a nearby trooper hit by multiple blasts. His body flung back into the ditch. Others are hit while landing and another falls, but most charge forward successfully. The battle rages on intensely, each trooper fighting for survival and victory against a determined enemy selling each building dearly.

 

 

***

 

 

 

Jamal and his Sun Darters try suppressing the ground fire while battling the remaining Vimana over the base. Three of his squadron complete a dive into the base to strafe some buildings where a large concentration of defenders are massing. They start walking their fire down a row of buildings, successfully breaking up the enemy formations.

The three Vailixi start pulling up and away when a few buildings fall apart to reveal Aether cannons. Two of the three Vailixi are right in the path of the cannons and disintegrate under fire. The last one is able to pull up and away but is leaving a trail of smoke. It will survive to fight another day but is already returning to base at a much-reduced speed.

Jamal’s communication officer breaks his concentration, viewing the demise of his squadron members. “Commander, scouts are reporting a large number of Vimana inbound from the south.”

He swings his Aether dish into position and sees the reported inbound targets.

“Get me, Lady Kalin. Order the squadron to break off. We will strike these new Vimana. Tell the Wave Riders to continue to support the ground forces.” His staff gets to work on passing his messages.

The front viewer shows the open sky as the craft ascends to combat altitude. Other Vailixi form up on his craft.

“Commander, Lady Kalin.”

Sitting up straight, Jamal lowers the privacy shield over his seat. This will keep their conversation private while allowing him to see the rest of the command deck.

“My Lady, a large Vimana force is coming from the south. We will engage and leave your Vailixi to support you.”

He sees Jana think that over. “Fair enough. We are starting to breach the perimeter. Any word on what the Falcon Claw is encountering?”

“No word yet, my Lady. I will check.”

 

 

***

 

 

 

An earth-shattering explosion fills the air, and Jana tightens her grip on her weapon. Buildings around them have been razed to their foundations. Dead defenders, with the occasional Atlantean power suit, litter the streets while many of the buildings burn.

The defenders are making the Atlanteans fight for each building by firing from windows, roofs, or the sides of buildings. The fires burn out of control - fueled by the highly charged Aether energy released by both sides.

Jana is under no illusion that they can hold this ground. She has a short window to get to the research buildings and take this discovery or at least destroy it. They are only a block or two away from the target buildings.

 

 

***

 

 

 

The air is thick with the smells of smoke, blood, ash, and the metallic tang of Aetheric energy released in the raging battle. Indrajit, a tall, powerfully built young man, stands near the corner of a building a few blocks from Jana’s location. He has an Aether bow strapped to his back and a large blade in his hand. There are another thirty Rama soldiers around him.

Peering around the corner with a small mirror, Indrajit sees a few Rama soldiers down the road falling back ahead of the enemy’s power-armored troopers. Aether streams whiz back and forth between the two forces. Most of those defenders will probably not return to the protection of the building where Indrajit waits.

He turns to his friend, Zhenjin. “Zhen, when they get closer, I will charge out. Signal the strike at the same time.”

With a worried look, “Are you sure about this, my Lord? You are quick, but I think Aether is faster.”

Indrajit gives Zhen a quick grin and a pat on the shoulder, “Aether, maybe, but not those troopers.”

He peers around the corner and notices that most retreating soldiers are past him or down. The enemy is almost even with the corner, maybe three meters away, and paying attention to the last of the defenders trying to get around the corner of the building on the opposite side of the street.

Zhen shakes his head and puts his horn to his mouth, watching his lord and friend. Indrajit cocks his head to listen for the coming footsteps, then takes a deep breath.

Jumping out from behind the corner of the building, Indrajit lands with his blade, igniting into Aether flames. He swings at the first Atlantean trooper’s head. The God-crafted blade easily slices through the enemy's armor, and the helmeted head smacks the wall a meter away.

Before the body hits the ground, Indrajit is driving his sword into the chest of the next trooper. Grabbing the dying soldier’s Aether spear and aiming it back toward the oncoming troopers, he shoots the next trooper.

Zhen blows the horn and, with the rest of his men, starts to run around the corner to fight the oncoming Atlanteans. Being a God-blessed hero with superhuman speed, Indrajit is already attacking the next trooper about two meters from the corner. Before the Atlanteans could concentrate their fire on Indrajit, Zhen and the other Rama soldiers filed into the street, firing.

 

 

***

 

 

 

Jana and her team quickly move through the cluttered office, rifling through drawers and flipping through stacks of paper scrolls. The two large desks dominate the room, each covered in piles of papers and writing implements. Along two walls stood floor-to-ceiling shelves overflowing with more scrolls and parchment. Unlike the more advanced Atlantean society, the Rama empire relies heavily on written records. Scrolls of aged paper are treasured here, symbolizing tradition and history. Though the Atlanteans had long ago abandoned paper in favor of Aether-powered tablets, the Ramans clung to tradition. However, they also adapted to technological advancements. Like their Atlantean counterparts, they utilize Aether tablets for more complex matters. This decision reduces the workload for their priests and requires less Aether power to maintain compared to the extravagant systems of Atlantis.

A trooper shoves a stack of captured tablets into a bag. At the same time, Jana and the others concentrate on reading scrolls to reduce the load they must take.

Explosions continue to shake dust from the rafters over those rummaging in the office. Occasionally, Jana blows dust from the screen of her Aether tablet, which she holds over a scroll she is translating. Unlike those around her, she uses the tablet’s translation capabilities because she cannot read Rama’s script.

She clenches her fists and tosses the scroll with a loud thud. Looking up, she sees a chaotic scene of discarded scrolls strewn around the room. Piles upon piles of delicate parchment lay scattered on the floor, while a towering mountain of unexamined texts is precariously balanced on the tables. Grinding her teeth, she breathes loudly through her nose and dives back into the task.

“My Lady, Lord Dentam advises that Lord Fera is on the line.”

She pulls back from the table, raises her arm, and then taps a device on her wrist. A 3D image of Jamal appears. “What is your status, Jamal?”

The floating head responds, “My Lady, we are getting beaten back. There are too many. We can hold them here, but not much longer.”

“Did you hear from Commander Tarnor?”

He nods, “Yes, he is encountering stiffening resistance. More Vimana are joining the battle all the time.”

Frowning, “Losses?”

“He reports near full strength. I am down to almost half.”

“I have lost a few here. I will send you some.”

A new trooper rushes into the office. Everyone looks at the intruder. “My Lady, they have a hero and are counter-attacking with a massive force.”

Jana stares at the new trooper briefly, then sees her communicator flashing. She touches another button on her armor. Another 3D image of Dentam appears.

He bows, “My Lady, we have a large force of Vimana coming from the north. I need your support craft to join me.”

Turning slightly red and visibly trying to keep control, she turns to one of her team still reviewing scrolls. “Tell me you have found something of value?”

The man looks a little frightened. “I'm sorry, my Lady. It's mostly inventory reports, and they're not even interesting.”

Fighting the anger, she growls, “You said this was the base research administrative office.”

Swallowing, “That is what Intel said. And the sign near the door says it, too.” Others in the room nod their heads in agreement.

She is ready to send some fighters to Dentam when another trooper enters the room. This one has a deep gash in his arm. Blood dripped onto the floor. The trooper quickly exclaims, “My Lady, they are getting closer. We can not stop this cursed hero.”

Everyone is watching and awaiting her orders. She turns back to the images. “Dentam, patch me through to Commander Tarnor.”

She looks at Jamal, “Commander, fall back to our position as fast as you can.”

He nods and then blinks out. In seconds, Risor replaces Dentam as well.

“Commander, fall back to our position. I fear we have sprung a trap, and I will make them pay.”

Looking a little surprised, he said, “Yes, my Lady.” He looked away from her for a second, “If it’s a trap, should we not retreat? There seems to be much more than we can handle coming into range.”

“Do as I say.”

He nods and disappears. Her anger flares since he broke the connection with a senior. Dentam’s image returns, looking worried.

“He broke the connection, my Lady.”

“I know what he did.” She snaps and turns to the people in the office. “Prepare to fall back to the perimeter.”

Everyone starts moving. The image of Dentam disappears.

 

 

***

 

 

 

The Atlanteans have been pushed out of the base. A firing line is forming at the forest’s edge, with most troopers already in the forest.

The Rama defenders take up positions within the buildings near the perimeter fence. Shots are traded between the two groups as an overhead dogfight heats up. More Vailixi arrive to overwhelm the few Vimana that remain.

Jana sighs in disgust. She is back to where she was just a few hours before. Through her suit, she calls a floating image of Jamal.

“Commander, how are we doing?”

“My Lady, we are beating them back. But we don’t have much strength left.”

Jana calls up another image of Risor. He acknowledges her. “Commander, where are you now?”

“We are about five minutes out. The enemy is about six minutes behind us.”

Jamal asks, “Risor, how strong of a force do you have?”

He looks away momentarily, “We have ten effective craft, and about twenty enemies are chasing us.”

Jamal is about to say something but looks away. When he looks back, he looks worried. “My Lady, the enemy has another force coming from the south. About 20, from what we see. Plus those here and those following Risor, about four to one.”

Jana quips, “We are better.” Looking at Risor, “Commander, when you get here, land your craft and have each ship deploy three crew to assist in the ground assault. I want to make them pay.”

Risor looks at her for a few seconds without acknowledging the order. Then he slowly starts, “My Lady, I .. will .. not. We are outnumbered in the air, and it seems the enemy kicked you out of the base. You will have us destroyed.”

Jamal shouts, “Commander, remember your place. Lady Kalin leads this mission.”

With resolve stiffening, he said, “I believe Lady Kalin does not see the full picture and is in error. As the commander with the largest remaining force, I am taking command and ordering a retreat.”

Slightly shocked at his statement, but before she can respond, Jana sees a person carrying a fiery sword speed into the woods further down the line.

To Risor, “I am in charge here.”

She is again interrupted when a ground officer breaks into her communications on the emergency channel.

“My Lady, I apologize for interrupting, but the enemy is advancing into the woods. Their hero is already amongst us, and we can not hold much longer.”

She looks down the line at the enemy in the meadow before the forest. Her troopers are vastly outnumbered.

“Order the retreat back to the landing zone. Commander Fera, pick up my force. Commander Tarnor, provide air cover.”

Both subordinate commanders nod and disappear. She and the remaining troopers start to disengage in an orderly manner. She knows that today is not only a military loss but also a political one.

 

 

***

 

 

 

ATLANTA SUNA

Back at their base, General Varno listens to Jana, Jamal, and Risor discuss their understanding of the events that unfolded at Taxila. Dentam, Tilor, and Jamal’s second-in-command sit in the row behind their commanders.

Jana states, “Commander Tarnor knowingly disobeyed my orders to land and assist in the ground assault. He is a coward and should be brought up on charges.”

Jamal, his lieutenant, and Dentam nod. Risor prepares to respond when Varno answers first.” Thank you, Commander, but I remind you that I decide who is brought up on charges and don’t need your opinion. Is that understood?”

Jana blanches, “Yes, sir.”

Varno sighs. Continuing in a neutral tone, “I understand he did disagree with your orders, and it was borderline mutiny. But he also points out that you were on the ground and did not have a view of the entire battle space. Commander Fera, would you agree?”

Jana gives Jamal a hard stare. Jamal looks down and then back up at the general without looking at Jana. He responds, “Yes, General. She was on the ground and did not have access to all the information.”

Dentam interrupts, “My Lord, we passed her all pertinent information. She...”

Varno slams his hand on the table, giving Dentam a stern look. “Sub-Commander, if I want your opinion, I will ask for it. You will shut your mouth unless asked. Do I make myself clear?”

Sitting up board-straight, Dentam quickly states, “Yes, my Lord. I apologize for my outburst.”

Jana gives him a warning look when he opens his mouth to continue. Sighing, he closes his mouth and looks down, clenching his teeth.

She sighs, then turns back to the general, “My General, I understand your position and accept it. I do believe Commander Tarnor was insubordinate and should be punished. Someone from a great house of Atlantis has a responsibility to uphold the order of our society, and refusing orders is anti-Atlantean. It shames his family in front of his people, his peers, the Emperor, and the Gods.”

She turns to Risor with a slight smirk only meant for him. Continuing, “As a noble of Atlantis, I demand punishment for this behavior, so it is not rewarded or encouraged among the commoners.”

Vigorously nodding, Jamal states, “I must also agree with this, my general.”

Risor’s face turns red, eyes straight ahead, and neck muscles straining; he remains silent.

Varno takes a few seconds. “Your point is noted, Lady Kalin. While I might not be your social equal and understand the shame you speak of, I am the ranking officer in this region. I believe his following your orders afterward proved he was not mutinous and was acting in the best interest of our people.”

Jamal tries to interject, “My General...”

General Varno points a finger at Jamal, shutting him up. “This is my decision, and it is final. I am ordering the Wave Riders and Sun Darters back to Atlantis for overhaul.”

Jana nods her head while Jamal slumps a little. She quickly glances at Risor. He smiles at her, intensifying the fire in her eyes.

Varno continues, “Risor since your squadron is the most complete, your squadron will remain until I can get a replacement to cover. Jamal, your people can take leave until the Shilots have fixed your craft. Risor, your people will get to take leave when they return to Atlantis later. Questions?”

Jana shakes her head in the negative. Jamal is still looking down, and Risor seems relieved.

“Dismissed.”

All the officers start filing out. Jana moves quickly to leave and talks to no one. Dentam and Jamal follow after her.

Risor and Tilor walk out with a spring in their step. Tilor turns to Risor and says, “A double vacation? No, Jamal and his cronies, and then back to Atlantis.”

Chuckling, Risor responds, “That does have a nice ring to it. And you can see Lena.”

 

 

***

 

 

 

ATLANTA RAMA

Taxila is a major center of commerce along the Sarasvati River. Like most Raman Empire cities, it is either along the coast or navigable river. And like most Rama cities, it is primarily two-story buildings.

The city’s layout is built on a grid system with block buildings surrounding a central courtyard with a fountain shared by all in that block. While there are highly adorned temples to the Gods, most of the city’s external appearance is relatively mute. That is not the case with most of the interiors, though.

The city council chamber is near the public market. It is not a very large building, but it is used mainly for council meetings during public sessions. The rest of the city’s administration resides in other buildings scattered around the city.

While not a public session on this day, they meet in this council chamber because it is larger and allows room for several spectators. Eight elders are seated at a semi-circle table facing Indrajit, who stands in the middle of a mosaic circle. To the side and behind the circle are spectator bleacher-style benches facing the council table.

Zhenjin stands a little behind Indrajit with a big grin on his face. A group of twelve other officers stand behind Zhen, representing the different forces that partook in the battle at the base. Most of them are also smiling. It was a great victory.

Kiran, an older man who sits at the head of the table and is the council’s leader, talks to Venkat, Indrajit’s father and a council member. Of the other council members, only Kali smiles back at Indrajit. She is a priestess or mantrik, as they are known in Rama—a wise yet frail woman and mentor of Indrajit.

Indrajit summarizes the victory over the Atlanteans at the base. “So the surprise was total. We destroyed over 20 Vailixi, killed 53 armored troopers, and captured 27.”

Kiran supplies, “Yes, our spies report that quite a few of the Vailixi that returned were heavily damaged.”

Displaying his frustration for all to see, Indrajit states, “If it was only so successful every time, we need to hit them back. If you could just ask the Emperor, I can lead a force to attack Atlanta Sunda while they are weak. I know I can hurt them badly.”

Kali raises her hand to gain the attention of her pupil, “We know you could, my hero, but we have another task to ask of you.”

She nods to Kalpana, her young assistant. Kalpana walks up to the council table near Kali, bows to the council, and then faces Indrajit.

She states, “My Lord, there is Atlantean activity in the northern ice pack, and we want to know what they are doing. We think they are Shilots studying the ice. We want to know why.”

Zhen, never known for keeping his council to himself, speaks up, addressing Kali. “Master, why would they or us be interested in the ice? It’s always been there.”

Kali smiles, “That is the question, warrior Zhenjin. We need to know what the Atlanteans study. If it is a new weapon they seek, then we must get it first.”

Indrajit, as a God-anointed hero of his people, knows his duty. “Then we will go.”

Indrajit looks to Zhen, who nods in agreement.

Venkat asks, “Mantrik Kali, when will he need to go?”

“It is reported that they are preparing to send a party to the area north of Tes Naldo. We do not know how long they will stay.”

Venkat nods his thanks.

Kiran states, “There is another task we would ask of you. Our allies, the Tugar, need Aether weapons. They have lost much in the new Atlantean offensive in their territory. The Greeks normally supply them but are also being pressed hard. Could you deliver a load of weapons to them first before going to the ice pack?”

“Of course. I will gather a team and leave when the weapons are ready.”

Kalpana continues, “My Lord Indrajit. Please remember we need the Shilots alive and brought back here.”

He nods, “We will not fail you.”

Kiran stands, “May the Gods protect you on your journey.”

The meeting is over, and all of the council stands up. Venkat signals Indrajit to wait. He walks up to Indrajit, with Zhen standing a respectful distance behind him. Kali is also walking slowly up to him.

Venkat talks to his son, “Come home for dinner tonight. Zhenjin, you are also welcome.”

Zhen bows to Venkat and smiles at the thought of a good meal.

Indrajit frowns, “I will try, Father, but I need to get our people selected and ready.”

Zhen frowns. Kalpana is leading Kali closer to them.

Venkat sighs, “Son, your mother will never forgive you or me if you do not stop by. We do not know how long you will be. You know how she is.”

Kali nears them and says, “Go to dinner, my hero. I will not deny beautiful Sita her son’s presence or suffer a mother’s wrath.”

They all laugh. Kali nods to Venkat and takes Indrajit’s arm as they exit the chamber. Venkat, Kalpana and Zhen follow behind. Zhen is smiling.

Curiosity sparkles in Kalpana’s eyes as she asks, “Why do you smile, warrior Zhenjin?”

Zhen’s grin widens, “His mother’s cooking is legendary. I will die happy afterward.”

Venkat chuckles, “Protect my son, and you will have his mother’s gratitude and a special meal.”

Zhen’s smile widens even more, and Kalpana can’t help but laugh with them.

Up ahead of them, Kali tells Indrajit, “My hero, be careful on the ice. There are many hidden dangers: thin ice covering deep crevices and deadly predators.”

Smiling and patting her arm, “We will, my teacher. I have survived much worse.”

Stopping and facing him, “Do not trust God’s blessings that much. They have blessed you with strength and power, but that does not mean you are invincible.”

Indrajit looks more thoughtful. “I understand my teacher. I must admit, the death of Satyaki was a blow to my confidence.”

They turn to start walking again, and she states, “As it should be, my hero. Heroes are not immortal. The Gods select their champions in times of need, but the other Gods work to kill them.”

They are near the door to the council chamber. She continues, this time patting his arm. “Anyway, go enjoy your mother. Tomorrow, you can prepare.”

 

 

***

 

 

 

Perched on the outskirts of Taxila, nestled among rolling hills that overlook the bustling town, lies Indrajit’s spacious abode. While most of the city’s buildings are unremarkable, those with power and wealth tend to have grander residences outside its borders. And Indrajit’s family home is no exception - a stately two-floor structure flanked by smaller buildings on either side. Its intricate design and sprawling grounds suggest a life of luxury and privilege within its walls.

His family and Zhen sit at the dinner table while servants clear the dishes. They watch the news on their Aether viewer, a sizeable mirror-like device displaying news of a battle near the Atlantean city of Moia, far to the east and north of Atlanta Sunda.

The announcer pulls up a detailed map of the region around Moia and then cuts to scenes of Hu warriors mounted on sturdy horses galloping past the viewpoint. The sunlight glints off their long spears and elaborate armor as they thunder down the valley.

“The Hu smashed the Atlantean forces and their allies with heavy losses before retreating back to the plains of their homeland. In other news…”

Indrajit raises his glass in a toast, “To the Hu, fierce and honorable warriors.”

They all toast. Sita, Indrajit’s mother, turns to Zhen. “Zhen, were your brothers there?”

“I believe so, Mother Sita. I have not heard from them in a while. They are strong and will do their duty.”

Venkat nods, “Yes, but it would be better if we no longer fight.”

Indrajit signals for a servant to bring more wine. “Yes, Father, but Atlantis will not give us peace, right? How are the negotiations?”

Shaking his head, Venkat responds, “Difficult. Their Shigar party wants to destroy us. Regrettably, the Nalos party is not stronger in their government. We would have a chance for peace, then.”

Zhen shrugs, “Nalos, Shigar, they are all the same. Atlanteans that want to control the world. Curse their Gods forever giving them Aether.”

Venkat sighs, “Zhenjin, there are good Atlanteans, as there are bad people in every society. We just need the right partners for peace. Their emperor seems to be a good person. Just surrounded by those that are drunk with power.”

Indrajit finishes sipping his refilled wine glass and then thoughtfully asks, “Can we win, Father?”

Venkat looks back at the screen and then at his wife. “Can we beat them? No, I do not believe so.” His wife looks worried. He smiles and continues, “But maybe we can fight them long enough for the people to become war-weary and give Nalos a chance to gain control of their government.”

His comments did not reduce Sita’s worry. She asks, “Is that likely?”

Patting her hand, he responds, “I do not know. Our spies say that the people are still not hurting from the war.”

Indrajit softly whistles, “Even after ten years?”

Venkat chuckles, “Yes, we have the power to protect our cities and keep our people safe but do not have the power to take the fight to them. They have the power but do not have good leadership. They fight too arrogantly and usually suffer for it.”

Looking determined, Zhen declares, “Then we must keep hurting them.” Indrajit shares that determined look.

Sita sighs, “That is enough talk of war. You both leave tomorrow for unknown dangers. That is enough worry for me.” She turns to the viewer, “Music.”

The monitor changes from news to a singing and dancing group. Indrajit gets up and goes to his mother. He hugs her, “Yes, mother. And we will return safely before you know it.”

 

 

***

 

 

 

ATLANTA NADO

The dying Sun touches the peaks on the horizon, creating a fiery crown. Shadows start to creep up the massive walls of the stronghold. It was not a structured castle from one of the more technologically advanced combatants of the war. This is a stronghold of the Tugar, a junior ally of the Rama, the enemy of Atlantis.

A junior partner to the Rama in feats of Aether, but not in spirit. They have been fighting the Atlanteans for most of the ten years of the war with little assistance from Rama. Their land is a chain of river valleys surrounded by mountains and a minor front in the global war. This fact probably has much to do with them not being overwhelmed yet.

Perched atop a towering cliff, the stronghold commands a view of the river stretching below. The stronghold is an imposing sight, with the rugged cliffs providing natural protection on over half of its exterior. The massive structure is built from monolithic stones, carefully stacked and arranged to create a labyrinth of tunnels and platforms that resemble a great hill in the fading light. But it’s not just the impressive design that makes this fortress formidable - defensive weapons such as catapults and Aether cannons have been strategically placed throughout the stronghold. In this age of Aether, defensive structures must withstand heavy assaults.

An open field surrounds the outer portions of the stronghold. In the forest beyond, facing the stronghold, the Atlantean infantry awaits. Those closest to the forest edge stay undercover, still within range of the defender’s arrows and Aether blasts. Luckily for the attackers, the defenders have very few Aether weapons.

In the woods, near the cliff’s edge, stands Rogat, the leader of a 22-person section. He is distracted from his work by a herd of woolly mammoths across the river, drinking at the river’s edge. Their braying provides constant background noise to an otherwise quiet sunset. Most of his section rests amongst the trees around him. Three lookouts are closer to the stronghold, watching the enemy.

The Atlanteans are armed with a short sword, buckler, and Aether spear. They are further equipped with a leather breastplate, greaves, and helm. This is standard Atlantean infantry equipment.

Rogat sighs, then returns to his Aether-powered viewing tablet. Currently, it displays the stronghold and surrounding force dispositions. Near him, his friends and senior troopers of the section, Noko, Teado, and Migu, wait.

Walking up to Rogat and his team, 1st section, 3rd Piilo or company, comes the captain of the 3rd Alta Faltan infantry battalion, Captain Skerios. He is a serious-looking man of noble birth and a good leader who cares for his people.

Rogat comes to attention, placing his right hand over his heart with a slight bow. “Sir, the first section is ready for action.”

Those near him also rise and stand at attention.

Captain Skerios stops in front of Rogat, quickly putting his hand over his heart in acknowledgment. Captain Skerios is not one for ceremonies in the field or behind closed doors.

“Good, we will move soon,” Skerios said, motioning for everyone to return to their business. “Just waiting for the Vailixi to strike first.”

Noko speaks up respectfully, “Sir, they know where the enemy is, right?”

Heads nod, and a few grumblings of agreement arise from those in hearing distance. It is known that sometimes a Vailixi pilot might start shooting before they line up the target, leading to friendly fire hitting Atlantean infantry positions. Rogat turns and gives all a “shut up” look that quickly silences the sentiment.

Skerios smiles at Noko. “Yes, trooper, I believe they do. To be safe, do not get excited and run too far ahead of the line.”

Many chuckle at the idea. Migu, another of Rogat’s friends, snorts, “No worries with this one, sir.” Hiking a thumb towards Noko. “He only moves quickly for food and wine.”

There is more laughter from the section, all know Migu is the biggest smart-ass of the section. He is also one of the laziest, spending more effort trying to get out of work than he would be doing it. Usually to the amusement of those around him. Teado, the last of Rogat’s constant companions, punches Migu in the arm and says, “Look who’s talking, slacker.”

Even the captain laughs. Everyone loves to see Migu lowered a notch or two since he spares no one his barb-filled humor.

The captain quickly regains his serious composure and motions for Rogat to follow him. “Rogat, a word.”

They walk back about ten meters from the rest of the section. “Yes, sir?”

“This is probably gonna be a bloody affair. You being a new section leader, I need you to ensure your troopers do not cut and run.”

Rogat sighs, “I wish you had not given me this role. I am not sure I am ready, but I will make sure we do our part.”

Skerios claps him on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit. Remember, you lead the section now—not just you and those misfit friends of yours. You lead all of your people. So make sure as many of them come back as possible.”

“Yes, sir.” He responds, looking back at the section. Skerios nods and moves off toward the next section.

 

 

***

 

 

 

In the distance, a group of Vailixi soars just above the river, trying to stay low and quiet to avoid detection by the defenders. The Aether engines on these flying machines produce a distinct whirring sound as they move through the air.

While flying so low along the river hides their approach to the defenders, it does not go unnoticed. The mammoths on the opposite side of the river trumpet their displeasure with the craft’s whirling noise as they pass by.

Close to the target, the flight commander sees the topmost portion of the stronghold, still shining in the last rays of the Sun.

The craft gun their engines as they start to increase altitude. The commander worries the defenders will hear the whirl of the Vailixi the closer they get. She is hopeful that they will not know the direction of the source before it is too late to bring their guns to bear.

Before they reach the lip of the cliff, the flight screams overhead as they go full throttle. The forest and open area before the stronghold swiftly pass by, with the target looming large in front of them. Just as they pass the ground troop positions, the stronghold opens up with its anti-air weapons.

The craft take hits, but mostly, their shields hold as they drop Aether bombs on the stronghold. Massive explosions rip the darkness as the bombs explode within the stronghold. With a lucky drop near an entrance, the Aether plasma flows inside the tunnels and over the catapult emplacements. The rest crashes harmlessly over the large stone blocks.

One of the craft has its shields flare brightly before quickly disappearing to be replaced by smoke billowing from the rear of the craft. The stricken craft makes it over the next hill and drops out of sight as the surviving squadron craft rise and veer over the distant mountains. An explosion outlines the next hill in a brief blue glow before a fiery pillar rises high, most likely signaling the death of the craft and crew.

 

 

***

 

 

 

Rogat’s troopers are ready to go. They hear the distinctive whirling sound of Vailixi engines, but the surrounding forest blocks their view. The whirling sound gets louder as they return for another run, and then explosions in the stronghold follow.

“Okay, people, keep low and stay together. Forward!” The unit starts moving forward through the trees. Near the forest’s edge, an arrow hits one of the most forward troopers. He is hit in the arm, losing his balance and falling back. Another section member grabs him and returns him to the Somena, or healers.

“Take cover.” The unit goes to the ground before an object falls near the edge of the treeline and explodes with Aether power.

“Great, they have Aether artillery.” Migu bemoans.

Teado looks at him, “Didn’t the strike against the Vailixi clue you in? At least they don’t seem to have powered throwers. Those must be mechanical.”

Another bomb hits near the location of the first one and explodes.

“I think they do not have many since that hit near the other.” Rogat declares as he crawls behind the log that his friends are behind.

Another explosion kicks dirt up and sprays them. Flinching, Migu quips, “Always the optimist, eh Rogat?”

Noko slaps Migu on his helm. “Shut up, fool. Don’t let the Gods hear you and curse us.”

There is another explosion further down the line out of Rogat’s area, and then more. Eventually, an air strike occurs with no return fire from the stronghold.

Rogat looks over his people. All crouch behind logs or trees about ten yards from the tree line. “Everyone forward to the tree line.”

The section quickly moves forward to take cover near the tree line. Another Aether bomb lands in the area between his group and the next.

Rogat taps Teado on the shoulder, “Teado, how far to the walls?” Teado rises above the log, squints, and gets a good look at the wall. An arrow whizzes by his head.

Noko barks while pulling Teado down, “Look quicker.”

“Yes, be careful cuz I am next if you die.” Migu grins.

Rogat clamps his big hand down on Migu’s shoulder as Migu winces. Rogat grins and declares, “No, Noko will be, but we will throw you out there to draw their fire.”

All who are within hearing distance laugh.

Teado, ever the serious one, looks at Migu, “If you are done being a smart ass.” Looking at Rogat, “I estimate 100 meters.”

Cocking his head to the side, Rogat hears the whirl of the Vailixi getting louder. He decides, “Okay, next strike, we run for the wall. I believe the Vailixi will keep their heads down.”

Grunts of agreement and people start tensing for the next strike, which is coming soon as the whirl gets louder.

“When?” Noko asks. The whirl gets louder still, and then the sound of the Vailixi firing.

“Now!” The whole section starts moving into the clearing between the forest edge and the wall. Twenty individuals run out to the wall as explosions in the stronghold ring out. A few arrows come down. Rogat glances down the tree line and sees other units start to charge the stronghold but are well behind his unit.

As they run, the Vailixi flies past, and shouts of alarm come from the stronghold. Rogat and the team are about twenty meters from the wall when more arrows start coming down. His team and the other units are firing back but with no accuracy. The others running for the wall get heavily peppered by the defenders, including Aether bombs.

One of Rogat’s team members goes down, and another stops to pick the person up. The person is pin-cushioned with arrows.

“Hurry, leave the wounded.” Rogat barks as he pours it on with everything he has to get to the base of the wall.

Fourteen get to the four-meter-high wall. Breathing heavily, they wearily look up and fire on defenders that stick their heads out to try to shoot down at Rogat’s team.

Other units of the first wave are still at a distance from the wall and are getting torn up. The second wave is at the tree line and trying to fire at the defenders, but the distance is too great for accurate fire. The defenders respond with Aether bombs and some arrow fire.

Teado, standing next to Rogat and watching the wall above him, states, “Rogat, we can’t stay here long, or they will tear us apart.”

Noko chimes in, “We can climb up or go to the entrance further along the wall.”

Rogat, using his Aether spear, shoots at a head that appears above, getting a scream of pain for his efforts. “I don’t like either.”

Migu shoots at another person as an arrow sprouts from the ground less than a meter from his foot. He looks at the arrow and then at Rogat. “Yes, I am kinda addicted to living. And being in one piece.”

Rolling his eyes, Teado quips, “Migu, I can’t phantom why the Gods allow you to live.”

Noko, staring above them, says, “We are cursed, and he is our punishment.”

Looking back toward the forest, Rogat waves his Aether spear to get the attention of the second wave. He points up to the defenders atop the wall. Pulling off his climbing rope and twirling it, he stops and looks to the tree line. One of the soldiers at the tree line raises his spear in an up/down affirmative motion.

“Guess the decision is made,” Teado states while grabbing his climbing rope.

Rogat readies his throw. Looking at the rest of the team, he states, “Yup. Alright, people, climbing ropes for A squad and B covers.”

Team members nod, with some people grabbing ropes while others move further out to get into a better firing position. Those in the tree line start firing and moving forward. The other units of the first wave make the wall.

Rogat twirls his hook. Migu is behind him, looking up to fire at anyone who peeks out.

Rogat’s gaze fixes on Migu. “Make sure you shoot straight.”

Migu’s fingers flex around the firing lever, his brown eyes flickering with mischief. “Of course,” he quips back. “I promise not to shoot you in the ass.”

Shaking his head in mock exasperation, Rogat mutters, “One of these days, Migu.”

Rogat and A squad throw their hooks over the wall—most catch. Further back, 2nd section is a good distance into the open fields firing at the walls above. From the tree line, another wave, the 3rd section, moves to the edge of the tree line to get into a supporting position. Squad B moves further away from the wall to get better shooting angles.

Another Vailixi strafing run comes in, hitting near the section’s position. Rogat and his team scamper up the ropes. Shots from 2nd section hit the top of the wall, and Aether shots from below fly near Risor. With the Aether spear strapped to his back, he nears the top of the wall. Getting a good grip on the rope with one hand, he pulls out his short sword.

An enemy archer rushes Rogat, trying to stab him as he tries to lift himself over the top of the wall. Fending off the attack with a well-timed parry, he gains the upper hand and plunges his short sword into his opponent’s armpit.

Gaining the battlement, he clears an area to allow his people to join him.

Behind the wall, a small plaza of massive non-uniform stones placed perfectly together has some apparent Aether fire damage from the Vailixi. Two tunnels appear opposite the battlement. One tunnel leads up to the next higher level, and another leads down and further into the stronghold.

Teado climbs over the wall and gets back to back with Rogat. There are four of his section over the wall, while the enemy has ten archers. The archers are armed with daggers, and the Atlanteans have short swords. More enemy archers and swordsmen run out of the tunnels. Some archers try to fire arrows at Rogat and his people, while others rush forward with daggers or swords.

More of Rogat’s unit comes over the wall. Eventually, twelve of his people are on the plaza.

Teado quickly jabs Rogat to get his attention, “Second section is coming up the wall now.”

Nodding, Rogat roars, “Squad B, use Aether spears.”

Rogat and Squad A continue to use swords while those that just came up to the battlements unshoulder their weapons and fire at the enemy.

The Atlanteans are in a semi-circle around a few climbing ropes while the Second section starts to gain the battlement. B squad shoots between those with swords while the next unit’s troopers reinforce them with Aether spears blazing.

Another Vailixi strike hits the far wall and kills several enemies. The remaining enemy flees back to the tunnels.

Seeing the enemy losing their nerve, Rogat calls out, “Atlanteans, after them.” He and the rest of his people follow the enemy to one tunnel. A group of the enemy is cut off from the tunnels and cut down with no mercy. More troopers come over the wall.

Rogat nears the tunnel entrance when an arrow hits him in the arm. His friends pull him away from the entrance. Migu and Noko hold him against the wall while Teado breaks the exposed length of the arrow. Roaring in pain as the arrow is broken and pulled out, he steadies himself.

Most of his team are near the mouth of the tunnel, firing down the tunnel with their Aether spears. Once the wound is bound, Rogat hefts his short sword and then nods to his friends to release him.

“Don’t let them regroup.” He orders.

He and his fellow troopers continue to push the enemy back up the tunnel. Aether fire sizzles past his head to the enemy up ahead. The tunnel continues to slope up, and light is in the distance.

Noko comes up to Rogat, who is holding his arm, “Rogat, you should fall back and let us take this.”

Through the pain, “No, we can not slow down, or they will prepare their defenses. Keep moving forward.”

Dead or dying Tugar and Atlanteans litter the tunnel. They are near the exit of the tunnel, and resistance is weaker. A few soldiers from the second section pass Rogat and his tired force and burst free of the exit. Rogat is near the exit and sees those soldiers die in a crossfire.

He calls for a halt to the advance. The exit is clear of live enemies, and the viewable plaza from the exit has a few bodies besides the fallen troopers.

“What do you think, Rogat?” Teado asks. Those nearby gather around them. Rogat is nursing his arm.

“I think they have some positions to the sides that we have to exit to see. Puts us in a kill zone.”

Migu looks at the exit and casually asks, “Whose gonna check to see if you are right.”

“Thanks for volunteering.” Rogat smiles. A few soldiers from Rogat’s and the other unit clap Migu on the shoulder and not-so-gently push him forward. The soldiers are about three meters back in the tunnel. Migu gives Rogat a sour look.

“Remind me to keep my mouth shut next time.”

“Don’t worry, Migu. The Gods are still not done cursing us. They will keep you alive,” Noko says with a semi-serious look. Others grin and smile. He continues, “But just in case, be careful.”

Moving forward, Migu creeps up one side and looks out. Further fighting, Aether blasts and explosions ring in the distance — Migu strains to see past the exit. An arrow ricochets off the wall next to him, cutting his cheek.

An Aether bomb flies through the air and lands before the exit. Migu scrambles back two steps and then dives back down the tunnel. The others also dive for cover. The explosion rings through the tunnel.

The Atlanteans reposition a few meters further down the tunnel. Migu gets up and shakes himself off. He returns down the tunnel toward his friends, opening his jaw and shaking his head.

“I believe you know what they have now,” Migu yells in a smart-ass manner, rejoining Rogat and crew. Everyone motions for him to lower his voice. He continues to shake his head.

Rogat tries to peer through the smoke at the mouth of the tunnel. Failing to discern anything, he looks over at Migu.

“Could you see anything?”

Migu takes a drink from an offered water skin. Starting loud but self-correcting and getting back to a reasonably normal volume. “Not much, but there are a lot of them out there.”

Rogat looks at another soldier. “Report back that we have taken the first battlement, but the tunnel leads to another plaza further up, and we can not proceed further.” The trooper leaves.

Teado asks, “What do you want us to do? Also, you need to go back and get fixed up.”

Migu chimes in, “Me too, that arrow cut me good.”

Noko grabs Migu’s face and looks at it, then pushes his face away in mock disgust, “Migu, that is barely a cut.” Others laugh and push Migu around.

Rogat looks back at the mouth of the tunnel, then at the bodies around them. “Stack the enemy bodies into a barrier. Get our dead back down the tunnel. Wounded go, too.” He goes up to one of the dead enemies and cuts a swath of uniform to rebandage his blood-soaked arm.

Teado touches Rogat’s shoulder, “Rogat, go get that healed. I imagine we have a priest on the battlement by now.”

Noko agrees, “Ya, we can watch the tunnel.”

A senior trooper from the 2nd Piilo approaches the barrier made of enemy dead. “Who’s in charge?”

 

 

***

 

 

 

The plaza smells of the stench of death. The bodies have been removed, but the pooled blood remains. Rogat’s team is relaxing around the battlements, and their energy is spent from hours of fighting. A huddled group of Tugar prisoners are escorted from one tunnel to another. Heads hung low and spiritless.

The conquered looked defeated as they resigned themselves to their fate at the hands of their conquerors. They would likely face internment, interrogation, and forced labor until their nation was defeated. Then, they might be allowed to return home or live as slaves if they had angered the Empire. Slavery was uncommon in Atlantis, but it was used for captured warriors or those who rebelled against the Empire. After a few years, they would be tied to the land in a settler program. There, those who didn’t cause problems were granted their freedom, land, and, in time, citizenship if they paid their dues and proved their loyalty. Through hard work and determination, this process helped rebuild former enemies into patriotic citizens.

Rogat contemplated the stars above. This plaza faced the river; in the distance, he could hear the large herd animals trumpeting challenges at night. Looking over the parapet and through the moonlight, he could see some massive mammoths. They grouped to protect the young or old from predators, like the saber-tooth cats or packs of grey wolves.

Migu brings him back to the plaza. “Think we will go back to Delin?”

Noko responds, “I think they will have us push on to the next stronghold.”

There were a few groans from all those around Noko. They have been out for two months, taking strongholds along the river. There are many more to go, but the unit is worn out. Rogat watches a withering of the team’s spirit. The last stronghold they had lost their previous Sergeant. He is happy they did not have that problem after taking this stronghold.

There is silence, broken by an explosive sigh and quip from Migu. “Must you always be so pessimistic? The Gods are probably bored with all your doomsaying.”

Teado shakes his head, “Migu, be careful…”

Migu interrupts Teado, “Yes, Yes, I know. The Gods will curse me if I am not careful.”

Rogat warns, “Migu.”

Migu turns to Rogat and gives him a conspiratorial smile. “Ah, the voice of reason. Come Rogat, tell them they are too serious.”

“Let it be Migu.” Sighing, Rogat continues, “Yes, our Gods have not blessed us with heroes in the last few thousand years. But it is said they still guide us.”

Noko jumps in, “The Gods are real. Many cultures still have God’s blessed heroes. And our Gods have given us Aether and our strength. They watch us still.”

Teado voices his opinion around a mouth full of rations, “It doesn’t matter, just don’t tempt the Gods as long as you are near us.” Many around them agree.

Rolling his eyes and raising his hands, Migu responds, “So much for an entertaining and stimulating conversation.”

He gave Migu that warning look a million times: “Shut up, Migu. You talk too much.”

Many laugh at that, and even Migu can not contain a grin. Captain Skerios walks up out of the upward-bound tunnel. Everyone slowly starts to rise to attention.

“Good work today. Bloody business, but the stronghold is ours.”

Migu speaks up first, “Sir, will we be able to rest?”

“Yes, you will trooper. We will send you back to Delin. We suffered a lot of casualties, so we will rebuild.”

Everyone perks up at that. Before they could all cheer, Rogat asks, “Sir, who will man this stronghold?”

“Some of our allies will arrive in the morning. Not sure who yet. The good news is that your whole unit can rest. The 5th Piilo will be responsible for security tonight since they were the reserves and saw little action.”

No longer able to contain themselves, the troopers cheer. The prisoners shoot fearful looks their way. Momentary fear of not knowing why the enemy is cheering is replaced by weary dejection when they realize that the enemy will not harm them.

Teado, holding a tin of field rations up, “Sir, will we have decent rations tonight?”

All cheering stops as they wait to hear what the captain says. He holds his answer for what seems like an eternity before breaking up in laughter: “Yes, trooper, the cooks should be making the rounds and will get here soon, I imagine.”

Further cheers, the team becoming very animated. Rogat moves closer to the captain. “Sir, will we have a chance to go home?”

Skerios thought momentarily, “Yes, I believe you will get at least a month or two with that wound. Back to Altai, eh?”

“Yes sir, I received word my friends are also heading back.”

“The Vailixi commander, right? One of the lords of Altai?”

“Yes, sir, Lord Tarnor. He commands the Falcon Claw squadron. We have been friends since we were kids.”

The captain grips Rogat’s good shoulder. “I see. Well, yes, I believe you deserve it. You have permission to leave as soon as we return—after you report to the Somena, that is.”