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The Clones Return (Chapter 2)
By Vader
River lay in bed, Para's head resting on his shoulder. They had fallen asleep with their battle clothing on, since they had been far too tired to do anything else but retire while JohnArnold piloted along their way to JPDatabase. It wasn't as if there was really anything to do on the stolen Imperial craft, and since Para had been through so much in giving birth, and hours of staying up late into the night to care for her, they both really needed the rest.
There was a soft chime the echoed from both the back and the front of the aircraft. Just a few moments later, JohnArnold came walking in from the pilot's compartment. He bent down and gently shook the two parents. "We're at our halfway point," he informed them. Drowsily, River and Para slowly rose, but once they registered exactly what ‘halfway point' meant, they were aroused and stood to walk with JohnArnold to the front of the craft.
Outside the front window shield, thousands upon thousands of fragments of rocky material came floating their way. They spiraled in all different directions as JohnArnold was forced to open fire on the chunks that came too close. Para shuddered, her eyes closed as she turned around, a tear rolling down her cheek. River bent down, "Para, we agreed to face this. We have to do this," he told her carefully.
Para sighed. She knew her husband was right. She bravely turned around to look back outside, back at the remnants of the Unnamed Site. It was a website that Dan had hastily set up so long ago for the Admins to hide from the Flooders once they had begun taking over the Internet. Once the Flooders found the hiding place of the Admins, they had reversed the effect of a powerful force field to completely detonate the entire site. Now, the mutilated force field kept all the remaining shards of the blast hanging and racing through the air, making the area just as dangerous as running through an advertisement belt.
"Look!" JohnArnold pointed out ahead. River and Para leaned forward, squinting. And then, they saw it. The glint of all too familiar metal that had been used to create the typical sword of the Admin knights, which they had first mined and developed while in hiding. As John piloted the craft closer to the metal, they recognized it as not just a chunk of the metal, but an actual sword that had survived the blast. It wasn't surprising, since the only way the metal could be completely destroyed is by being delivered an extremely hard blow that would be beyond human force by the exact same kind of metal.
JohnArnold manipulated the controls on the dash board as a claw extended from the bottom of the craft and reached out to grab the sword. This was part of the purpose for River and Para's decision to return here: not just to face the horrors of their past, but also to obtain an Admin sword, which they had never been able to have for themselves in all of their recent adventures. Of course, they had somehow always used a fellow Admin's sword to perform a task, but they hadn't owned their own swords.
As the arm pulled itself back into the interior of the Flooder craft, the sword was brought up through the bowels of the vehicle and was ejected next to Para. She looked down upon it and instantly recognized it. It was her mother, Jurassicchik's, old sword. So many thoughts passed through her head - choppy memories of her birth, fond memories of her mother's personality and her warm compassion, and her horrible when unable to escape the destruction of the Unnamed Site. The only piece of legacy that was left over from the brave woman was this single weapon.
Para reached down, curling her fingers on the hilt of the weapon and picking it up as it glinted in the light of the craft. Holding it, she felt as if her mothers spirit flowed through her, reminding her of exactly why she fought the war she did against the Flooders. River put his hand on her shoulder as JohnArnold allowed the arm to reach out and retrieve a chunk of the virtually indestructible metal. The arm brought the metal back in and the chunk rolled inside the craft. "You can sculpt your sword from that, River," JohnArnold told him. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to get the heck out of here."
He set the coordinates to continue on to JPDatabase. And without one more painful look at the charred remains of the Unnamed Site, the three Admins left.
River sat hunched over in the back of the stolen Flooder aircraft. He had been shaving away at what at first had been a hunk of metal with Jurassicchik's old sword. Now, that hunk was turning into a beautifully and intricately sculpted weapon. Para, who was laying bed, realized that the sounds of River's sculpting had stopped. She moved her eyes over to him, to see his face buried in his hands and resting on the counter. "River?" she asked. "What's wrong."
She slowly got up and went over to stand next to him as he pulled his face out of his hands, revealing that he had been tearful. "It's so horrible, Para," he sighed. "All my life, from the day I was born, I have lived with war. I have seen so many s throughout the Internet. It's all just disgusting." He paused for a moment, as his fists curled ly, shaking with rage. "All because of that hideous Leader of the Flooders. How dare he had . . ." River lost control in mid sentence, taking up his sword and whipping it across the room to scar the walls of the ship as he breathed heavily.
"Calm down, River!" Para soothed with inevitable surprise in his voice. "The Admins should not show such rage. And you scare me when you do that." River just sat, staring blankly in silence with fire in his eyes. Finally, he replied.
"I'm sorry. I just don't want Enella to have the childhood, the life that I have had. She deserves better than that," he said his first uncurling as began to calm himself down. He knew that rage could eventually be his undoing. Rage often caused more disaster than a person would normally be capable of. Yet River couldn't shake or get rid of his unstoppable loathing of the Leader of the Flooders and his entire government. He knew that the only way to stop it would be revenge. But he didn't tell anyone that now, he kept it to himself.
JohnArnold walked back from the front. "We're here. Get ready for some action," he smirked as he readied his two s in his holster. JohnArnold could easily handle a sword, but from his experience, a good old-fashioned was his choice weapon, the one he'd worked with all his life. Para picked up her mothers sword and River retrieved his. His sword was not as elegant and smooth as could have been, since he hadn't quite finished the carving process. However, despite not having its full ential beauty at the moment, the sword was definitely beyond great for fighting. He could finish the details once the mission was over.
The three walked and stood near the dashboard, looking out upon JPDatabase. It was a rather unique site, for it was basically composed of a large, circular rim of jagged mountains that surrounded a mammoth, deep bowl full of ocean water. Several ship check points where cargo would be searched were scattered along the rocky rim and all the prisons and Flooder bases were hovering over the vast ocean in the center of the site.
JohnArnold got a burst of wonderful deja vu at seeing his home once again. He drove the Flooder vehicle downward and into the pouring rain, zooming into the checkpoint on the rocky rim. He came to a halt as a Flooder commando walked over to them. "State your name and registrat-" the man was interrupted by JohnArnold.
"Listen up. At your back are two Admins with swords. If you dare to oppose my directions, I'm sure you know the consequences," John motioned to River and Para, who had slipped out the back hatch of the vehicle. "Grant us access to continue to platform 1138 immediately."
The man gulped. "I'll grant you access, but you'll be ned down my our turrets before you even get there. So I suggest you get your friends back into the vehicle and leave this pl-"
"We know about your turrets. That's why we're taking a 1st class Flooder commando with us," John smirked, pointing to the man. After the man reluctantly toyed with the controls to allow them to pass through the shield on the check point's front, River and Para began forcing him inside the vehicle through the back hatch.
Several other officers came running towards the vehicle, realizing the trouble. JohnArnold immediately took off, slamming into the officers and rushed past the shield generators and zoomed down towards the center of the ocean. So far their plan was working perfectly. They would use the commando to get them to where his friends were being held captive, ditch him and escape before the Flooders could catch them.
No turrets were firing upon them for the safety of the officer. But then the Admins ran into something they didn't bargain for. A flock of local, abnormally-large pteranadons came slamming into the vehicle in the drenching downpour. The window shield was shattered, the controls began to go haywire. JohnArnold realized that they were about to crash right into the aqua Flooder base . . . .
2/4/02 5:13:11 PM
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