[Prologue]    [Chapter 1]   [Chapter 2]    [Chapter 3]    [Chapter 4]    [Chapter 5]    [Chapter 6]    [Chapter 7]    [Chapter 8]    [Chapter 9]    [Chapter 10]    [Chapter 11]    [Chapter 12]    [Chapter 13]    [Chapter 14]    [Chapter 15]    [Chapter 16]    [Chapter 17]    [Chapter 18]    [Chapter 19]    [Chapter 20]    [Chapter 21]    [Chapter 22]    [Chapter 23]    [Chapter 24]    [Chapter 25]    [Chapter 26]    [Chapter 27]    [Chapter 28]    [Chapter 30]    [Epilogue]
   

Chapter 29

Balka-Rae and his kids ran out of the lift and into a corridor that had pillars going along it. They ran along.
    “Still no guards,” said Kuni.
    “Trouble up ahead,” said Zana.
    “Where?” asked Balka-Rae.
    All of a sudden Catlan guards ran out and shot loads of lasers at them. Balka hid behind the pillar on his left and his kids at the right. They switched on their phasers.
    The 3 ran out and shot the Catlans. They ran forward and shot Catlans running up to them. Zana flew up and did a lightning kick on a Catlan, making him fall onto the other Catlans, making them topple over like dominoes.
    More Catlans ran over the fallen soldiers and Balka, Kuni and Zana had to stand and duck to shoot the guards. Someone decided to throw a grenade and they all had to duck. The 3 knew they had to hide and hid behind pillars. They stuck their heads out every 5 or something laser shots to shoot the Catlan guards.
    A grenade was thrown where Kuni was shooting so she quickly hid behind Zana and let the grenade explode. There was loads of smoke everywhere so Zana quickly flew over the smoke and shot all the surprised Catlans.
    The other two ran forward and shot everywhere. Outside, a bomb had been thrown onto a palace wall, making the whole building shake when it blew up. The Catlan guards running forward fell over. So did Balka and Kuni. Zana was hovering in the air and shot the Catlans, but missed many times. The shaking stopped and the 3 ran forward again. They soon found a corridor on their right.
    “We don’t go down there,” Zana told them. But that didn’t stop more Catlans coming along.
    Kuni saw them first and shot some. But there were loads.
    “Come on, we don’t have time for this,” said Balka. “We’re nearly there.” So they ran along while being chased by a squad of Catlans.
    They got to the door of the Throne Room. The guards standing outside saw them coming towards them...only to be clothes-lined by Kuni and Zana. Balka ran in and his kids followed him.
    Corina saw them and said: “You came!”
    Kuni and Zana shot a few guards while Balka-Rae ran forward. Kuni grabbed a guard and pointed her phaser at his head and Zana pointed his phaser everywhere and they both shouted at the same time: “FREEZE!”
    Balka was now standing in front of Ingree. The Catlans that had been chasing the 3 had now stopped at the open door. Ingree saw the guards and shouted at them.
    “DO YOUR JOB AND SAVE ME! THE ENTIRE EMPIRE IS IN DANGER!!” shouted the King.
    Balka-Rae grinned. “How can they save their King if he is not alive?” Then he shot the Catlan King and Ingree flopped. There was silence, no one moved.
    “Wow,” thought Zana.
    “Time for a new era,” said Balka-Rae quietly.
    “No...His Majesty,” said a Catlan guard quietly.
    Balka pushed Ingree’s dead body off the throne and sat in it.
    Corina looked at Yanthro and put her hands on his shoulder (had to ‘cos of her handcuffs). “Yanthro you’re free.”
    Balka pressed a button on the throne. “Jaron, have me in touch with the people.” The cipher from outside the room came in and looked at Balka. The big screens and monitors in Catlan Imperial had Balka-Rae on them. The fighting started to stop.
    Balka-Rae spoke. “All the people in Catlan Imperial, I suggest you stop fighting and for the Catlan people to surrender. Ingree is dead.” Huge shouts of cheering and shock were heard in the city. “The Catlans are to stay in their apartments until further orders are given. The Doglans have been freed and their injuries are being treated. There will be many new changes to this city and country. Have a nice day everyone.”
    Kuni let go of the Catlan she was holding and checked on Yanthro. Zana walked to the throne. He looked behind him.
    “Hey, go away, run, skat, go back to your homes-please, it’ll make things easier on everyone,” ordered Zana. The Catlans went away from the door and back to their apartments.
    Balka-Rae pressed a button on the throne. “Jaron, send a medical team up here.”
    “And give us a general status report, please,” asked Zana.
    “At last count, at least 50 dead, thousands injured, large medi-ships are landing and fighting has pretty much stopped.” Jaron said this as if he had been crying. Balka and Zana looked at each other.
    “Jaron are you alright?” asked Balka.
    Jaron sniffed. “Yeah.” Zana shook his head.
    “Jaron, what’s wrong?” aked Balka.
    “Well...Rida found a Rush Bomb and tried to disarm it…he couldn’t.”

    “Sir! We have a situation!” reported a Tellen soldier.
    Balka-Rae saw a number of flying laser probes gathering outside. “What is going on?”

A news reporter was standing near a medical ship. Crowds of soldiers could be seen. The news reporter spoke.
    “Rati here, bringing you all the news around Takla to Waya. There appears to be some kind of hostage situation here in Catlan Imperial. This only became known a few minutes ago, mere hours after the surrender of the Catlans. It seems to be that a group are threatening to kill many innocents unless their demands are met. And flying above me is King Jaron of Tyrony!”

Jaron flew through the smashed window of the wrecked Power Station. On this level, there were big rooms with consoles and smaller machines. Tellens and Tyrons were standing around one room, aiming their weapons. In the middle were middle-aged Catlans.
    “We can’t end this way!” said one of the Catlans. He pointed his phaser at the Tyron King.
    “There’s nothing to be afraid of,” told Jaron in a quiet voice. “Whatever crimes you might have committed, we won’t torture you for them.”
    “That’s not the point!” snapped the Catlan. He gripped his phaser tightly. “You have helped bring down a powerful nation. Now, you will tell us your own lies. You will brainwash all the young and make them weak! Like YOU!”
    “Balka-Rae led us to make you strong again,” told Jaron.
    The Catlan laughed. “That traitor! He’s brainwashed you already! Do you seriously think you’re an equal to me? Kralek!”
    “If I remember correctly Kralek,” said Jaron, “your people met an industrial dead end decades ago, so you took all the technology from my country.”
    Kralek didn’t believe it. “LIAR!” He didn’t seem sure.
    “My parents would have given you the technology...if you had asked.”
    “Really? ... I don’t think so.”
    “The only thing we wouldn’t give you would be weapons.”
    The Catlan seemed even more confused.
    The female middle-aged Catlan next to him spoke. “We just want you to leave! We know how to lead!”
    “What’s your name?” asked Jaron.
    “Baro.”
    “Baro, many buildings are destroyed and there are many injured. Surely you’ll need our help to heal them.”
    “THEY WERE WEAK!” shrieked Kralek. “THEY WILL DIE AND THE NEW CATLAN RACE WILL BE CLEANSED!”
    “Then why do you keep hostages?” asked Jaron.
    “TO MAKE YOU LEAVE!”
    The King turned to Baro. “Where are they?”
    “The room behind me.”
    “LISTEN TO ME!”
    “Kralek! How can your race be strong if there are only a few?” asked Jaron.
    “CATLAN’S GLORY MUST RETURN!”

    “On Catlan screens we’re broadcasting philosophical questions and the various answers that different philosophers have come up with,” reported Zana. “Hopefully we can prevent more...incidents.” He stood up in one of the palace dormitories. Jaron was sitting on a chair, staring at the floor. “The Lan Desert won’t be able to recover properly if the population’s too small.”
    ... Jaron didn’t move ... Zana watched him ...
    The Tyron King eventually spoke. “How many have committed suicide?”
    “Quite a lot,” Zana answered. “Especially among the older folk... especially those who were in Government.”
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©Ruth Amy Louise Hüneke 2008