Distant Reality Chapter Twenty One
GRID Traveler Trinity: Distant Reality
Author: J Carrell Jones
Table of Content
Chapter 21
This bears saying, “Be careful what you wish for.” This bears re-iterating. “Be careful what you wish for.” And this bears summarizing. “Knucklehead, think about what in the world you are trying to do here!”
Chapter 21
After a minute of blindly running through Necron, Sean stopped and asked, “What the fuck was that all about?”
No one answered.
He said, “Someone must know! We just unleashed some fucking thing I do not know what in the name of Most High Goddess and no one can answer me?” He squeezed his eyes tight in frustration.
Still no one answered.
He stood naked in the hallway and turned his back on them.
Loggar said, “Sean . . .”
He did a sideway glance.
“I didn’t think this was going to happen. You must understand our knowledge going into this was limited. This was beyond the facts presented.” She cleared her throat. “I didn’t know Agegi was an Ancient one.”
Sean turned around. He face twisted up in disbelief, bewilderment and contempt all at once. “Didn’t know? Didn’t know? And what in God’s . . .” He corrected himself, “ . . . in Goddess’ name is an Ancient one?”
Loggar was hurt and ashamed. She had been the conductor of this train and it wrecked incredibly before her eyes. All her teachings told her that anything was possible and that setbacks were someone else’s problem. But this one, this one problem was of her doing, of her making. No one could assume the burden of this mistake, this train wreck, this disaster. She sighed, “In the belief system of Wicca, there were but two major factions, the Elders and the Ancient ones. The Elders were the architects of this magnificent world of technology. They are the good guys. The Ancients were made to serve the Elders, but like most servants they wished to be the masters. We have plenty of stories of Ancients trying to master humans on Earth and occasionally the Elders intervening and eliminating the Ancients or reigning in the runaway maverick ways of control. Agegi is an Ancient and his behavior seems logical.” Loggar slipped in social scientist mode and she saw half a book out of this experience.
Sean said in disgust, “And you made me a pasty in awakening that thing!” He jabbed his finger in the Chamber’s general direction.
Loggar was hurt. “No Sean, I made you a part of this because I care deeply about you, I love you, and I wanted you to be a part of this.”
Robin silently gasped and held her breath for a second.
The air seemed to thicken and Sean stood there with his jaw clamped tight.
“Sean, you must believe me.” Loggar pleaded.
Herb coughed, “As touching as this moment is I think we need a plan. Everyone got an idea? Yes?”
Milkens stared at his feet and Kurp sank to the floor. Loggar, with teary eyes, turned away.
“Look you two, you’re the military minds here. Do something!”
Sean sighed and looked at Robin. “Well, Captain you got any bright ideas?”
Robin just stared.
Sean turned to Herb and asked, “First we need to get the hell off this planet. How far down are we from the surface?”
Herb said, “Ten levels. We passed the elevator.”
They backtracked and saw that the elevator was blocked by one of Agegi’s new minions. No doubt the standing orders were to keep them from getting off the planet, catching them or killing them. Not necessarily in that order.
“Herb,” Sean asked sneaking back around the corner, “Are there any other ways out of here?”
“All in front of us . . .wait; there are those huge doors at the end of one of the branched hallways.”
“Why so . . .“, Sean froze and went pale. He heard talking voices coming toward them. “They’re coming. Go!”
The group ran as fast as Herb could run. Herb clinched at his chest but kept going. His breathing became ragged and it hurt to take in air. He broke out in a sweat. Robin and Sean hadn’t even started sweating. This run was more like a quick pace to them. Kurp, Milkens, and Loggar barely fared better then Herb. Years of Archaeological digs never taxed them physically only mentally. The group turned one corner and then a second. Herb stopped in front of a door and placed his hand on a small square next to the door. It had a symbol that looked like a cross between a flying saucer and a twentieth century jet plane. Sean wondered as the door slide open. The room was empty save for what looked like chairs along the wall. It reminded Sean of a briefing room. They entered one more room and it came alive. Sean swore and almost jumped out of his skin. An alarm of some sort went off.
“Damn I hate this magic shit.”
The room was a narrow passageway, a 100 meters in length that lead to very tall double doors. The doors seemed to be a solid mass of steel, and meters thick.
“Okay Herb, how do we open these doors?”
Herb shrugged and said, “I don’t know. I was hoping that it operated on “Magick” or something.”
Sean stepped toward Herb, who took a step back, “What do you mean “Magick” or something?”
Loggar spoke up, “We think that behind here is another ceremonial chamber connecting to three other passage ways. The doors are made of a material that blocks most T-wave scans. We’ve seen several, we think, passages.”
“Great, just great!” Sean said. Then he heard someone yell, ‘We’ve found them!’
“Herb!” Sean shouted.
“Okay, okay, stand there.”
Sean did so.
“And touch the door.”
Sean did so but the doors remained closed, however, the group heard some sort of mechanical click. Sean looked back and saw about five minions at the far end of the chamber. They started walking toward them.
“Damn you Herb! Think man.”
“Okay, okay, okay. I remember in the text that there was something about speaking some words to open the door.”
“What?”
Loggar said, “Sean, this place is full of technology that allowed the Elders to perform “Magick.” That’s how they lived their lives.”
Sean bit his bottom lip. Damn these foolish people and their equally foolish ways. “Okay, what do I say?”
Herb and Loggar shrugged.
“What?” Sean gasped.
Robin stared at them in disbelief. “You guys are the local scientist here and the expert witches, you’ve got to know the words!”
Herb shook his head. So did Milkens and Loggar.
Kurp grunted, walked over to Sean and whispered in his ear.
Sean said, “You’ve got to be kidding?”
The minions were about half way there when they heard Sean yell out, “Abracadabra!”
The doors started to open. The mionions started running toward the group.
Sean had his arms outstretched when he said the Magick word, but dropped them as he started to run. The doors slammed shut. “What the?”
Kurp said, “Young man, you have to keep your arms outstretched as you walk through.”
Seam swept his arms open and the doors opened. He dropped them slightly and the doors closed slightly. He looked back as he ran through the now open doors – nearly 10 meters thick. He could only surmise what the doors hid. He turned around with his arms still open and faced the minions. They were about 10 meters away when he heard Robin shout, “Sean, shut the door! Now!”
Sean waited until the first two minions crossed the threshold and he dropped his arms. The doors slammed shut with a sickening wet slap. It caught one minion almost beyond the threshold and a second just entering it. Sean turned and dropped his jaw.
The chamber was a cathedral. “What the . . .?”
Sean stood witness to row after row after row of glass coffins. Coffins were the best word he could come up with. Loggar, Robin and the rest stood about several meters in front of him. Dazed, mesmerized and stunned at the magnitude and expanse of the number of these things. Sean stopped counting, in one direction, after one hundred, the chamber went on forever minus a foot. Off in the distance Sean saw a bright blue-white light pulsate in the distance. It looked maybe half a mile away. He walked up to Loggar and said, “What is going on?”
Loggar stood in awe of the expanse of coffins. She walked up to one and saw the face of a middle-age woman. Her hair was brown and she looked very very human. She went to another coffin and stared at an old man for about several seconds. This was beyond her wildest dreams! This was the discovery of a lifetime! She hurried to another coffin and then another, giggling in the process. She was bursting at the seams.
“Sean,” She began, “You wanted proof of Alien life?” She impatiently shook her hand at a coffin. “Meet the Necronians!”