1.08: BROKEN KARMA
His room was…full, Sel decided. Full looked seemed like the right word to use. His room was full. The small dwelling was filled to the brim with…well, many things. There was the ‘trophy case’, as Trok had explained it, where he’d take something from every world and/or mission if he could, and place them all on his shelf. Right now the collection was a rather unimpressive mass of rocks, assorted junk, and the occasional souvenir from the local gift shop; apparently the only things Trok could get his hands on while on-mission—especially since monsters tended to not leave much behind when they blew up.
Then there was the stuff he’d brought from home. Assorted Horathean cultural stuff; robes and blankets, ancestral tokens, and just assorted stuff she had no idea.
And finally, the bulk of the…stuff: his extensive collection of inventions. All the stuff he’d been working on since coming aboard. Some of it were old devices he’d found places and tried to fix them up or improve them, while others were ones he’d built from scratch with spare parts. She recognized a couple of them; one sitting on the shelf was one of the dampening pylons they’d used on the shapeshifter a couple months back.
“So, what do you think?” the aforementioned horathean asked his friend.
Sel tilted her head, unsure, “It’s…nice”. Maybe this had been a bad idea. She’d asked him about what kinds of hobbies people were into in her ongoing quest to figure herself out, and his eyes had just lit up—maybe she should have taken the sign when she’d seen it.
Trok hopped inside, over a small junk pile of metal and wires on the floor, over to where his bed was. Sel didn’t follow, instead staying near the door, eying the mess around her. It was a little overwhelming. “So…you work on these kinds of things a lot, huh?” she asked idly.
Trok didn’t notice her hesitation, instead digging back behind his bed for something, “Yep! Like, a lot of them don’t...exactly…work per say, but its good experience” he paused, “I think. Oh, here we go!” He pulled a device about the size of his head out from the back of the room.
“…What is it?” Sel asked as Trok made his way back over, dodging things on the floor as he did, “…Is all this safe?”
Trok followed the gaze of her eyes, noting the mess on his floor. He shrugged sheepishly, “Eh…maybe a little. I’m usually good at avoiding it in the middle of the night”.
“’Usually’?” asked Sel.
Trok shrugged again, then his smile returned as he held up his chosen piece of hardware. It looked…retro maybe? Like it should be powered by vacuum tubes and be used as a prop in old black and white serial productions. She gazed quizzically at it, as well as his excited, goofy smile. “Meet the Toasterizer six thousand!”
“The what”.
“It makes toast!” Trok’s grin was unbaiting.
Sel blinked, “…We have a synathron”.
“Yep!”
“It makes any kind of food you can program into it”.
“Yep!”
“Toasters exist”.
Trok rose his finger in knowing protest, “Yes, however! Most toasters are analog. This beauty is all-digital! It’s got a Virtual Intelligence system that makes sure the bread is crisp and browned evenly, not leaving anything to chance!”
Sel’s eye contact shifted between Trok and his device, not sure if she’d lost her mind, or if Trok had. “Um…”
“Here, I’ll show you!” Trok said, fiddling with the controls. He pulled a piece of bread out from a compartment in the side of the device—evidently something he’d created from the synthatron. Throwing it into the toaster’s main slot, he pulled the lever down, and let it go.
That quickly turned out to be a mistake, as the bread promptly burst into an open flame, the machine sparking and sputtering. Trok dropped it on the ground in a fit of shock and surprise.
“AH!” both of them shouted, equally shocked as black smoke began to billow out of the ruined contraption.
“Uh…” Trok began panicking a bit, “Quick, the fire extinguisher!”
Sel looked around frantically at the maddening collection, “Which one’s that?!”
Trok shook his head, “Not mine, the one on the wall!”
Oh, right. *Duh*. Sel grabbed the extinguisher from outside the door. She wielded awkwardly in her hands, “Now what?!”
Trok’s hands scratched along his reptilian scalp in terror as the fire began to spread to the carpet, “Use it! Use it!”
“HOW!?” she yelled.
“…YOU DON’T KNOW HOW TO USE A FIRE EXTINGUISHER?!” Trok shouted back, their voices by now a crescendo of absolute terror and panic. She shook her head numbly, as Trok moved over towards here, “LIKE THIS!” he grabbed the extinguisher, but the two fumbled, pulling in different directions. Sel tripped over one of Trok’s devices on the floor, and the two came tumbling down on one another. And a split second later, the entire room was filled with foam—the extinguisher having ruptured and exploded everywhere after being pierced on the way down. Fragments of foam floated lazily down to the floor around them as they lay in a stunned heap, the fire in front of them having been completely smothered.
A second later, and the room’s sprinkler system came on. The two rangers turned to the other, and for a moment said nothing in stunned silence. Then they began to laugh, small at first, before it grew into an unstoppable symphony of noise. They almost didn’t hear the beeping on Trok’s desktop.
“…You have a message” Sel said, finally getting her giggles under control—it had felt good. Strange, but good. Really good. The two untangled each other and got up, wiping off the foam as best they could; they’d need a good shower and fresh clothes. Trok limped over to his computer and started it up from its idle mode.
“Why?” she asked him, sitting on the floor in a cross-legged position.
“…Why what?” he asked.
She shrugged, “Your…hobby. Synthatrons already exist. I guess I just…I don’t get why you build things that have little practical use”.
He grinned at her sheepishly, “Some of my things have practical use! As for the rest…I dunno, I just like to tinker. It doesn’t matter if it works out or not, as long as you enjoy yourself while you do it”
“Hmmm” she mused. How strange, doing things without any practical benefit. Strange yet…curious. Tinkering. Maybe she *should* try it.
Trok meanwhile pulled up his email and began reading. His face quickly paled, the smile completely wiped from it.
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“Wait, you want us to go where?”
Trok groaned. This was *not* a conversation he wanted to ever have. Yet, here he was. It was all just so surreal and weird; he almost didn’t even think it was happening. He grimaced at Sid’s question as the entire team, Iota included, sat around the central table in the briefing room.
“Horath” Trok repeated. The word felt weird coming off his tongue, just like that. Horath, his home. The place he never in a million years ever thought he would be able to come back to—or want to.
“Why?” asked Xolin quizzically. She didn’t know his full story, but she still knew that he and his homeworld weren’t on speaking terms.
Trok fidgeted with his fingers in a nervous fit as he pondered his next move. “…Because…this morning I got a message”. He took a deep sigh, bringing up his personal email account on the computer interface in front of him. Soon, a holographic display of the message flashed across everyone else’s interfaces. They began reading, their expressions shifting as they did. Trok braced himself; the cat was out of the bag, and now all he could do was wait for the oncoming storm.
Sid muttered as he skimmed the contents of the letter, his voice getting louder and more confused as he continued, “…request your presence…charged with murder…trial will convene?!” he looked up at Trok, then down at the letter, then back up again. Similar looks of shock emanated from Xolin and even Sel as well. Trok felt tiny.
Sid was having particular trouble wrapping this around his little mortal mind. He kept shifting his view between the words ‘charged with murder’ and the normally happy-go-lucky teen in front of him. Finally, he managed to croak out a single word, “…What?”
“…Khan Resh?” Xolin sputtered as she continued to reread the message, “You…you assassinated a clan leader?!”
Trok looked away, “He…was my dad”.
Xolin glared at him incredulously as the bombshells kept on dropping. Was it April Fools, and no one told her? “You…you’re royalty?”
“Not exactly. It’s not like that” Trok muttered, “It was—is—just a small clan”.
Sid had his head in the palms of his hands. He was done. He was just…so done, with everything. Ever.
Xolin did her best to process this deluge of confusing and overwhelming information. “…Okay. Let’s uh…” she slid back in her chair, a bit dazed, “Let’s…take this from the top. *Why* did you kill your dad?”
Trok scratched at his leg absentmindedly, “…I didn’t kill him. I mean, legally I did, but…”
“As…opposed to…?” Sid asked, waiting for an explanation.
Trok exhaled, slumping back, “Clan law on Horath maintains that the accused are guilty until proven innocent. Guilt *must* be assigned, or else karma is out of balance. Even if I didn’t do it, until it’s proven otherwise, I must carry the burden”.
“Okay, okay” Sid sat up, “Let’s…how about you start at the beginning, before I go absolutely batshit crazy?”
“Hrn…” Trok withdrew, “I don’t…I don’t like talking about this”. A hand grasped his own; Xolin gave him a rare, but warm smile.
“…Trok, we want to help, but we need to know what’s going on”.
Trok sighed, nodding reluctantly. Xolin let go of his hand as he settled into his chair, trying to figure out where to start. “I…was the son of Khan Resh, of the Clan Tesei. Nothing big, just a few hundred people. Horath is…it’s a desert. Like, mostly sand and rock, with just a few oases. So, most of us are traveling nomads, because the climate—”.
“Trok, you’re stalling” Xolin muttered.
He sighed again, “Okay, so…my parents died. I got blamed, and that’s why I’m not there anymore”.
Sid’s fingers brushed through his hair, “…Why?”
“I killed them” Trok shrugged.
Xolin shook her head, “You said you didn’t”.
“Legally, I did”.
“No, that’s…” Sid felt a bit like screaming, “No. Either you did or you didn’t, there’s no ‘technicality’ here. How did they die, exactly?”
“…I don’t know the details” Trok said at last. “Poison of some sort. But Horathean culture is…karma must be maintained. Someone has to take the fall, or else it’s all out of balance. I got pegged, and…well…”
“Who pegged you?” asked Sid.
“My older brother, Shu. He’s…not the nicest person”.
Xolin and Sid glanced at each other. Sid grimaced, phrasing this as carefully as possible, “Is…it possible…that your brother was responsible?”
Trok shrugged, “I’m not allowed to say. Karma dictates it was me”.
“But it wasn’t” Sel spoke up, soft, “I don’t understand”.
Xolin smiled sadly, “It’s a cultural thing, I think. One of those things we just have to take as it is” she sighed, pondering, “Okay, so, I assume he exiled you. Why bring you back home?”
Trok shook his head, “He didn’t actually have the ability to exile me. Not alone. I was never formally charged, we just…both decided I should flee and hope for the best while he took over. To charge and convict me as a member of the Khan’s family, they’d need to assemble the Council”.
“…Council?” asked Sid. Sigh, politics.
“The Council of Khans” Trok clarified, “It’s not all Clans, just those of us in the Shian Wastes. Sort of a formal alliance of sorts”.
“And they finally tracked you down” Xolin surmised. Trok nodded wordlessly.
“Okay…” Sid said, thinking this over, “So…at the risk of sounding uncaring…what’s the problem? They’ve requested your presence, so what? You’re still out of their reach”.
Trok’s hands, cupped together on the table, squeezed together again.
“…Trok?” asked Xolin, concerned.
Trok sighed again, “…Karma must be maintained. If I cannot be brought to justice, someone else must carry the blame. And since I’m the son of the Khan, and I killed the Khan, my karma is worth far more than just one commoner”.
The others swallowed, digesting the situation. Sid managed to speak first, for everyone else as they realized the situation, “…****”.
Trok nodded, “Yeah. The rule of Karma is absolute. If it is not obeyed, then the balance is upset. If the balance is upset…” he trailed off hopelessly.
“How many?” asked Sid.
Trok swallowed, “…A dozen, maybe? Maybe more” Sid’s eyes squinted shut.
“That’s messed up” Xolin whispered.
Trok glared at her out of the corner of his eye, “That’s my culture”.
Xolin cringed, “Sorry”.
Eying Trok, Sid exhaled, “Okay, so…what can we expect will happen if we *do* go?”
“What do you think?” Trok asked, “I’ll be found guilty and executed”.
The five of them sat quietly for a moment, weighing their options. Finally, Sid spoke up, “…We have to go”. Everyone looked up at him, with varying degrees of concern, shock, or horror.
“But…they’ll kill me” Trok whispered.
“If we don’t, they’ll kill innocent people” Xolin sighed, understanding Sid’s decision, now that she’d gotten over her initial shock.
Sid’s expression was steeled, he definitely had issues with his own decision. But when he looked at Trok, he put on his best smile, “Dude, we’ll figure it out. We’ll find some loophole, or find out who really did it, or…something”.
“We will?” asked Xolin, unsure of this.
“We will” Sid replied, turning to Xolin with a determined expression. Xolin nodded hesitantly, knowing better than to get in the way when Sid got like this. He was going to do it, so by the trinity, he was going to do it.
“One problem” Iota spoke, for the first time since this meeting had begun, “We’re still on a no-fly list within Confederate space. If SPD tracks us—”.
Sid waved him off, “SPD picked Xolin and Sel up within Confederate territory; they already know we operate there. And even if they didn’t, it’s been almost a week and a half; I think they let us go when we left their territory. And if you’re worried about the ship, we patched her up best we could. At this point, we’d need actual shipyard maintenance to ding out the remaining damage”.
Iota stared at him, “…Very well. But if it looks as though Trok is to be convicted, I reserve the right to pull us out”.
“Over a dozen innocents will die” Sid said, plainly, even as he knew the implications of his statement; even as he knew how horrible that was—he was basically offering up Trok as a sacrificial lamb. He hated himself for it.
“So which track will you allow the trolley to take?” asked Iota. Sid was a bit taken aback, but Sid nothing as he looked away, sufficiently chastised. Xolin eyed the two of them, unsure of the meaning of that exchange, but let it go.
“I’ll…be in my room” Trok muttered, getting out of his seat. The others watched him go, the depression in the air palatable. Iota got up next, leaving just the three rangers. Sid lay his forehead in his palm.
“I’m a monster” he whispered, his voice strained.
Xolin slumped, “…Wanting to save twelve people doesn’t make you a monster”. She meant that earnestly; even if she was appalled at the whole situation, she couldn’t fault Sid for at least seeing how messed up this whole thing was.
Sid said nothing, instead getting up and leaving himself. Xolin grimaced as he left. Today really sucked.
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Studying had never been Sid’s forte. Even in the academy, he’d always been smart enough that he was able to mostly just breeze through class. So like, when faced with actual studying, he’d just blank out, freeze up. He hated it. It’s like his mind would just…shut down. He’d get tired and drowsy and preoccupied and he just…hated it. And there were too many pavlovian memories of the few times he DID have to study as a kid, and he just hated the feeling of starting at a computer screen with a deadline ahead of him.
Blech. Why had he decided to do this? His fingers rushed through his hair in aggravation. He knew *nothing* about horathean tribal law. He’d come up with a bunch of fun stuff though; stuff he *didn’t* know. The kind of stuff you could impress people with at parties. Did you know post-industrial horathan civilization was limited to the giant underground caverns—the few areas where water existed in plentiful amounts? They existed as a loose alliance of citystates, supplying and aiding the surface tribal clans, who in turn fed them and supplied them with things that could only be gathered on the surface. Very…H.G. Wells, but with more cooperation instead of cannibalism.
Fun!
Also completely useless. Sigh.
A chime sounded at his door. His eyebrow arched in surprise, “…Come in”.
The door opened, revealing Xolin. She gracefully entered the room, before sitting down on Sid’s bed behind him, a laptop device in her hands. “How’s your search been going?”
“Bad” he muttered, spinning his chair around, “…Didn’t know you were going over it too” he added in surprise at the appearance of her laptop.
She glared, “Why wouldn’t I? He’s my teammate too. Or are you still under the delusion that you have to do everything alone?”
Sid sighed, he’d probably deserved that, “No, no. That’s…forget it. How’s it going on your end?”
She shook her head, depressed, “Nothing” she looked down at her holoscreen as she typed through her windows, “It doesn’t help that every clan and alliance has their own variations of creeds and codes and…” she sighed, “I can’t make heads or tails of this. I’m not a lawyer”.
“Invoke the rite of the Ser’kai”.
Both rangers turned to Sid’s door, where now Sel was standing, her own holo-laptop in her hands.
“Come again?” Sid asked, the confusion clear on both their faces.
Sel walked into the room, sitting down next to Xolin, showing her what was on her screen, “It’s an old tradition, rarely invoked anymore, but still viable. In it, the accused is allowed out into the wastes to find a Telk, a kind of monster. If they manage to slay it, then it means the spirits deem the accused worthy and the guilt is lifted. If not, then karma is achieved”.
“Spirits?” asked Sid.
“Horathan religions are mostly grouped around ancestor worship, as well as animistic belief structure. Everything is a spirit; every tree and rock. The spirits are…everything, everyone. They make up the universe, and karma is the balance that keeps…well, everything in balance”.
“…How?” Sid asked, in wonder.
“How what?” asked Sel.
“How do you do that?”
She shrugged, a little bit embarrassed, “I don’t know. I just…do”. It had actually come as a surprise to her that other people weren’t good at this—as Trok had shown her back on that Triforian colony.
“You are just full of surprises, huh?” Xolin chuckled as she read through Sel’s find—she noticed like, a thousand tabs behind her current link all organized meticulously; the girl was a mastermind at this. Xolin was impressed, and yeah, it looked like this could work.
“You’re amazing” Sid breathed. She’d done it. This was it. They could save Trok. They could save Trok! It was like a weight had just lifted off his shoulders. “Thank you”.
“…I wanted to help” she said.
“We can do this” Sid said, having sat down next to them so he could go over the find himself. They had an out. “…We can *do* this”.
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How to describe Horath? It was sandy. And rocky. And sunny. Basically, take one’s imagination of the Sahara desert on Earth and put it on an alien planet, and you would have a decent understanding of what the rangers saw when they disembarked from the Megaship. It was nothing but desolate sand and rock and cloudless sky as far as the eye could see—though there were some distant mountains to the southwest…though, again, they were assuredly made of rock and sand.
The sole exception to this was the region directly ahead of them, a small canyon valley carved out of the endless dunes; an oasis with a central pool of water and covered with green tropical plant life. Ringed around about half of the small lake and partly obscured by the green, was a complex of majestic-but-angled ancient stone buildings; ruins of some sort, though they still seemed to be in use. Beyond that, above the cliffs and in the passes leading into the valley, lay many, many, many camps. *many* camps. Tents of varying sizes, fire pits, designated grazelands for the various alien creatures that were kept as they fed on the sparse grass outside of the immediate oasis zone…it was like a mobile city.
“…I thought you said your clan only had a few hundred people” Xolin gasped, as she watched the throngs of people going about their business.
Trok groaned, “…Enng. The entire alliance must be here. The other Khans must have forced my brother’s hand”.
“Doesn’t matter” Sid replied, “As long as we stick to the plan, we’re golden”.
“I hope we know what we’re doing” Trok muttered.
“…You and me both kid” Sid said, but so quietly that no one could hear him as they all began walking down into the makeshift town.
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The central acropolis was…spikey, on closer inspection. The angles were hard and even, but the spires that came out of them were tall and narrow, and this perception was only helped along by the fact that the natives had decorated the ruins with tusks and bones, jutting out like teeth along the edges of the buildings.
“Halt!”
The four rangers stopped just short of two very large horathean guards just before they entered the ‘main highway’ of the complex. The two guards had lowered their axes in a cross formation, further cementing that the four needed to stay where they were.
“We’re here for the trial” Sid eyed them, “Let us pass”.
“They know who you are” said another voice, just as deep, but more friendly than the two guards. Trok knew who it was immediately; he gasped as he saw his brother approaching them. The man was older, larger, and physically intimidating. Even Sid gave a step back when he embraced his younger brother in a tight grip. “It is good to see you, little brother”.
“You too” Trok managed to squeak out.
The older brother, Shu, let Trok go from his iron grip, allowing him to breathe again, “I am truly sorry for the situation. The other Khans wouldn’t allow the matter to just…drop” the man eyed the camps up above with a glare—he seemed genuinely annoyed at the fact, “Seems their messengers finally found you”.
“I’m sure you tried your best” Trok replied. Certainly, he was sure of that at least.
Shu sighed, “I hate to do this, but you know tradition, yes?”
Trok’s eyes widened for moment, before realization set in as the two guards approached him. He nodded in defeat. Shu smiled sadly, “Take him to the holding cells until it is time to begin the trial. But please be gentle”.
“Wait, what?” Xolin asked, stepping in, “I thought he’d stay with us”.
Shu turned to her, his hands open, “I am sorry, but karma demands that the accused be quarantined to prevent…escape. No one is above the law of karma; not the lowest commoner, and not the khan himself. You will have a chance to see him when the trial begins”.
“But—”
“It’s fine, Xolin” Trok said as his arms were grabbed by the guards. He gave Xolin the best confident smile he could muster, though it probably wasn’t very convincing, “You’ve got your plan, right?”
Xolin nodded, returning the smile, “Be safe”.
“I’ll be in a jail cell” he joked, “I don’t think I’ll be in any danger. Er…unless they convict me” he added, his humor abruptly drying up. The four gave concerned looks as one of their own was dragged off.
“When does the trial start?” Sid asked Shu.
Shu smiled, “You are fortunate. Or…” his smile faded a bit, “Unfortunate, I suppose. We customarily begin our trials at middle noon, when the twin suns are between the sky’s zenith, so that all of creation may view and judge. You arrived prior to middle noon; it shall be in a few short hours, so we will not have to wait another day”.
Sid cast a quick look upwards. …Huh, a binary system. He hadn’t even noticed the double shadows. Guess that explained the planet-wide desert…and it probably also meant the planet had *fantastic* tectonic issues, especially since without surface oceans, the plates themselves were likely locked up. Hrn. Lovely. He looked over at Xolin, who shrugged, then at Sel, who was silently watching where Trok had been dragged off to.
“We pick the best vacation spots” Sid said dryly.
“I assure you, we will treat you with the upmost hospitality during your stay” the Khan said, midreading Sid’s comment, “Will you require temporary lodgings, to er… ‘freshen up’?” City folk liked that, right? That was a thing they did?
Xolin shook her head, “Nah, we’ll only be here until this whole…thing is dealt with. Then we’re out. And we got our ship parked just north of here, so…”
Shu nodded, “Very good. We shall convene in two hours. The guards here will direct you to the temple of judgment”. He bowed slightly, to which Xolin hesitantly returned, before he turned to leave, heading towards where Trok had been led off too. Two more guards arrived as he left, to protect the entrance to the ruins.
“We are terrible people” Xolin sighed, a little nauseous.
Sid nodded in full agreement. If Trok survived this, then Sid was going to get extremely wasted in his quarters tonight. If not…well, same deal, really.
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The interior of the temple was just as imposing and angled as the exterior had been, though somehow even more decorated with bones and other animal artifacts. Many had either had ornamental designs carved into them, or had outright been carved into new forms—abstract renditions of spirits maybe. The central chamber was lead into by a slightly confusing winding maze of corridors. In the center was a fire pit, ringed by terraced steps with stone seats built into them. The room was lit by the glow of torches ringing the room. Around the fire pit in a horseshoe formation lay the seats of the Khans, as well as that of the accused, facing the horseshoe assembly. Already the Khans, eight total, as well as Trok, had assembled and were waiting for the court to settle in. Light from above, from a hole in the center of the pyramidal ceiling, cast a sunbeam down to the middle of the court room.
“For all your wedding needs” Sid muttered under his breath as the three rangers and Iota were lead into the chamber, quickly finding seats that had been reserved for them in the centermost ring.
Sel spoke, keeping her voice low so the surrounding horatheans didn’t hear her, “Horathean justice is simple. Witnesses are called, the defense responds, the Khans discuss the case, and then they vote on the verdict. In Trok’s case, it’s likely the witnesses were called long ago and this is all just a formality”.
“Thankfully, it’s all just a formality for us too” Sid whispered back.
“Children of the Sun!” Shu called, rising from his seat, “Faithful Clans! Honorable Warriors! Welcome. Today we host one of our most solemn rites, the rite of judgment! Our long lost brethren, my blood, has returned to set things right and be tried for the crime that was committed here a year ago” he looked down at Trok, “Do you have an advocate? Someone to speak for you? If you have none, one will of course be provided”.
“I am” Xolin said, standing up and exiting her row. She began walking down the steps to where Trok was. Gasps and mumblings went up from the crowd.
“A human? An advocate! Preposterous!” one of the Khans, an elder woman, said.
“Triforian” Xolin corrected her, her ire drawn to the elderly lady.
“Our apologies” Shu chuckled, “Please forgive us. Aliens are…hard to differentiate”.
“Regardless” the woman said, before Xolin could counter, “It’s not acceptable. Offworlders cannot represent one of our own. You do not know the ways of the Cycle”.
“I know enough” Xolin stepped down further, right up to Trok’s seat, putting her hand on his table, “And I won’t back down. I *will* represent Trok, and you can’t stop me”.
The Khans backed up in their seats, the rumblings in the crowd grew louder. Xolin gave the Khans her very best ‘I dare you’ face. In truth, she was on some level very aware that she was probably messing this up on a colossal level. But on another, more surface level, she didn’t care. Xolin had turned full into ‘determinator’ mode, wherein she’d spite anything and everything to get her way. She was *not* turning her friend’s safety over to some pre-appointed attorney, and she *sure* as hell wasn’t going to be just dismissed by some old people. Screw that. No one told Xolin she couldn’t do something.
Shu laughed with mirth, “Very good. I like you; very well”.
“You can’t be serious!” one of the other Khans, a middle-aged man, said.
“I am” Shu replied matter-of-factly, “Anyone who cares that much deserves their chance. And there are no actual sacred laws forbidding offworlders from this duty”. Though he grinned with delight, the rangers secretly wondered if it was genuine magnanimous behavior, or that he knew it made no difference either way—so why not allow the incompetent foreigner ruin things for her client for them?
“Offworlders didn’t exist when the rules were written” the woman replied grumpily.
Shu shrugged, “Eh. The matter, in the end, is the same. Shall we proceed?”
With a nod from the other Khans, Shu sat back down, “The council calls its first witness”.
The trial went about as well as any of the rangers expected; everything had pretty much all been decided long before they had ever even landed on the planet. They called in various members of the old Khan’s council and servants, and had them tell their stories—Sid surmised they’d all been bought off long ago by Shu. Xolin of course tried her best, but even if she hadn’t been at a severe disadvantage with regards to her (lack of) knowledge of horathan clan law, Sid surmised that everything was just a kangaroo court; all flash, no substance.
He began formulating contingencies even before the witnesses had all been called.
At the end of it all, the consensus among the witnesses had been unanimous; they’d seen Trok poison his parents, or otherwise had enough evidence to convict him. Had he not been in the kitchen, talking with the cook an hour prior? Did he not leave evidence of chemical residue on the rugs that had lined the floor of his personal tent? And most damning, had he not run?
Xolin’s eyes narrowed at the last one, and he noticed Trok seemed genuinely shocked; his brother had told him to run. Sure, they were all going under the assumption that Shu had done it and then pinned it on Trok, but they’d also been under the assumption that Shu genuinely didn’t want to see his brother executed. But then, Xolin reasoned to herself, why not plan for the worst case scenario anyway? Two birds with one stone after all, and it looked like Shu’s worst case scenario had come true after all, so…yeah.
“It would seem that the evidence is conclusive” Shu stated. He turned to Xolin, “Is there anything the defense would like to put forward before the Council of Khans votes and decides Trok’s fate?”
Inwardly, Xolin steeled herself as she bunched her hands up into tight little fists; this was it. The moment of truth. If this didn’t work, things were going to go downhill *fast*.
“My client would like to invike the rite of Ser’kai”.
Immediately, the entire chamber was in an uproar. Oh boy. There was shouting, and yelling, and…Shu slammed a book that had been on the table down, “SILENCE!” The entire room settled down as Shu spoke to Xolin. He chuckled, “I am afraid the rite of Ser’kai is an…old, outdated practice, one that hasn’t been used in many generations”.
“But it’s still legal, isn’t it?” asked Xolin. She wasn’t going to let this chance go, “You haven’t banned it”.
The Khans looked at each other. Shu replied, “…We cannot alter or change the Law of Karma, it would be like telling the suns to turn off. We simply choose not to exercise that right”.
“But it can still be done. And if you deny us, isn’t that the same as banning the rite?” Xolin countered, a small wry grin appearing as she became pleased with her own quick thinking.
Shu grunted, his smile straining. It was clear he didn’t want this, but had been backed into a corner—even the other Khans were starting to come around. “I…suppose” he said, the other Khans nodding when he glanced at them for approval. He cleared his throat, “Very well! The accused has invoked the rite of Ser’kai! As Overseer in this court, I challenge the accused, and his Advocate to venture out into the wastes, and not return until you bring with you three teeth from the maw of the mighty Kalroth!”
Trok’s face paled as the crowd cheered. Even Xolin’s face faltered; ‘mighty’ was never a good word to use in this situation. She glanced down at her teammate, noting his fear-stricken face, rather than one of relief—this had been the easy part. Uh oh.
This was gonna suck so hard.
---
This had been a terrible idea, Trok mused as the two of them marched up the sandy dune, lost in the endless expanse of sandy desert. The suns beat down on them, and even though both Xolin and Trok’s species had evolved to thrive on desert planets, being cast to the wastes was still taking its toll. Privately, he noted that the water supply they’d brought with them, at this rate, would only last them a day or two. But then, the Megaship’s survival packs weren’t meant for long-term colonization; when you had sensors and ranger powers, you didn’t have to worry much about not being found. Both rangers carried a pack with them, essentially being large backpacks strapped to their backs. They carried the essentials; water, food, sleeping materials, etc.
But no, seriously, this had been a *terrible* idea. Here they were, lost in the wastes, looking for a friggin’ monster that would just as soon have them for lunch. Yay.
“What *is* a Kalroth, anyway?” Xolin asked warily. It was the first conversation they’d had since leaving the encampment at least an hour before.
Trok grimaced. How to explain this? “…A monster, basically. Rare, but dangerous. Deadly. The kind of thing we tell kids stories of to frighten them”.
“I was thinking maybe, physical description” Xolin replied, “Or combat capabilities, or clues on how to find it. Y’know, useful stuff that might get us out of this hellhole sooner”.
“It’s big” Trok said, “Legend has it that they’ll devour the world when the cycle ends”.
Xolin’s eyebrows furrowed, “…’Cycle ends’? Wait, you mean these things factor into your apocalypse?”
“Pretty much”.
“Crap”.
“Aside from that, well…they don’t call them the earthshakers for nothing”.
Xolin grimaced, “…This was a terrible idea, wasn’t it?”
Trok glanced around at the empty desert as they stood at the top of the dune they’d been struggling to make their way up. He sighed; this was probably his best chance to convince her. “…I think we’re far enough out now that no one would notice. We should call the Megaship to come pick us up”.
He found the triforian eying him skeptically when he turned back around, “…And when the others just pack up and leave without having waited for us to return, what then? Your clan won’t give us up for dead unless we wait the full two weeks. And we don’t have that kind of time; our supplies’ll be gone within a couple days at most”.
Trok sighed, his eyes downcast, “…I should have never told you guys about the summons” he mumbled.
Xolin’s expression turned from skepticism to one of acidity, “So what, you’d rather have just let a dozen civilians die for you?”
He closed his eyes, frustrated, “No, that’s not…” Augh, this situation was impossible. He was just a kid, why did he have to have this kind of guilt? “They’re not dying for me. I can’t help it. I left so I don’t have to take part in it; I don’t agree with it”.
“But you’ll do nothing to stop them”.
“What can I do?” Trok asked emphatically, “They’ll just kill me!”
Xolin’s expression changed to one Trok couldn’t quite identify; regret maybe? Sorrow? “So you’d rather run and hide then fight and face your responsibilities then”. She shook her head sadly, then turned and began walking again.
Trok’s jaw opened in shock at what had just happened. He tossed back at her angrily, “It’s not my fault! And you did the same thing, didn’t you? You ran away from home! Don’t deny it; I see it every time we have to do something involving your people!” He didn’t actually know the details of why she’d left home, all he knew was that it had ended badly. But he still figured it was close enough.
The triforian in question wheeled back around angrily at Trok, “I left so I could be free, even if it meant that I’d lose everything I’d ever known. That took courage. You ran away so you could avoid your responsibilities. There is a *world* of difference between you and me!”
“So what, you’re angry I didn’t just lie down and die?” Trok bit back.
She shook her head sadly, her face full of disgust, “No. I’m just disappointed that after everything, you’re still just a child. Being a hero doesn’t mean only taking the easy jobs. And if you don’t like the options, then you fight to make a new one, like we are now”.
“And if I lose?”
“Then at least you go out with the satisfaction of knowing you tried” she replied, turning back around and once again resuming her walk.
But Trok wasn’t done quiet yet, “So everything you and Sid said, about moving on from your mistakes? That was a lie?”
“Moving on from your mistakes doesn’t mean you keep making the same ones, or don’t try to make things right, Trok” she replied bitterly, as he began following her. “I thought by now you’d understand that”.
This time Trok didn’t reply; he really didn’t have a counter, and he was pretty sure if he kept going, the hole he was making would only get deeper. It wasn’t like he didn’t feel bad; he’d been guilted about this from day one, but just….augh, this whole situation was messed up. It wasn’t fair.
---
This had been a terrible idea. Oh well, too late to back out now, he was committed. Tracking down one of the witnesses—the cook—had been easy. With a few brief, but well-placed threats, the man had spilled everything he knew. He confirmed what Sid (and everyone else) had assumed; Shu had poisoned their parents in order to take the throne. Yay, dynastic politics. So now he sat crouched behind Shu’s tent, his appearance masked by the dimming light as the twin suns set behind the horizon. He’d gotten some good tips from the cook; all he had to do was wait for Shu to leave for dinner, and he could ransack the place for clues.
What clues? Sid didn’t know; that was the problem with mobile settlements like this, especially since the crime had happened like, a year ago and Shu had been using all this stuff since. But still, he’d hoped that *somewhere* in the room was a good piece of evidence that would damn Shu and end this charade.
It was time. Sid could see Shu’s shadow getting up from within the tent, and enlarging and fading as he exited. The mirinoite didn’t even try to sneak around the front; he knew there’d probably be a guard or two there…and even if there wasn’t, he didn’t want to risk being seen by anyone. So instead he lifted up the back of the tent, slipping under the wall of hide and fur into the residence. It was fairly opulent, considering it was ‘just a tent’, consisting of multiple sections filled to the brim with loot and gold and furs and…shiny things. Rungs lined the ground, covering the sand and dirt. Now inside, Sid shot up, quickly looking around for where to start, and soon noticed a trunk sitting in the corner—unlocked.
Bingo.
He opened the case, rooting through Shu’s personal belongings. Assorted clothes, trinkets, some sort of religious (he assumed anyway) artifact, a couple weapons…eaugh, this was useless. If there had been any trace of the poison, Shu would have gotten rid of it a long time ago.
“So, it seems I have a rat problem after all”.
Sid froze at Shu’s voice. Crap. Slowly he turned around, a sheepish grin on his face as he looked up at the large horathean man. “Uh…hello!” Sid waved with a big smile as enthusiastically as he could muster—even though he knew he was very, very screwed, “Fancy meeting you here!”
Shu shook his head in dismay, “You know, when my chef told me you’d be coming around, I thought you would be slightly more competent—and *not* fall for the old trick of me simply leaving the tent for a moment”.
Sid’s face faltered. Crap.
Shu snapped his fingers as two well-armored soldiers entered the tent behind him, “Guards, take our guest to…more accommodating lodgings, will you?”
Well, this was bad. For one split second, Sid thought about morphing and kicking ass—before realizing that he really shouldn’t be blowing his cover…or, y’know, making things even worse for Trok. What was the price for the crime for assaulting a Khan, after all? His hands were tied—figuratively, but he also kind of knew very soon it would be literally as well.
“…Well, poop” Sid breathed, annoyed, as the guards grabbed him.
---
It was beautiful, really. It was ironic, of a sort—you could almost never get this kind of view of the stars when you were actually in space. Not unless, like, the local star was being blocked by something like a planet, or if you just decided to drop out of hyperrush in the middle of nowhere and take a nice spacewalk outside. People don’t realize that; that unless the situation is exactly right, actually being in space means you don’t actually get to see much of it. There are exceptions, of course—like how KO-35 is just a few light-years away from some spectacular backlighting from the local nebula.
But this…gods. She never even got a night sky like this back home on Triforia; she grew up in the city, in the high residential districts. She’d never really been allowed to go camping out in the boonies…her family was too good for that. A pity, because right now, she had a front-row seat to half of the Tellesar Galaxy; a small spiral on the outskirts of the Local Group. Certainly nothing on par with the Milky Way or the Andromeda, but still stunning in its own right.
Xolin lay back against the bedroll she’d unfolded not too long ago, allowing the calm, temperate night air of the desert waft past her.
“You’re lucky, you know that?” she said to Trok.
“How’s that?” came the boy’s response. His voice was still a bit subdued; they hadn’t really spoken much for the past few hours since their argument…not unless it was necessary decision-making anyway. But Xolin wasn’t interested in that right now; sure, she was disappointed in him, but while she could hold grudges with the best of them, her anger was a flash in the pan. She’d moved on for the moment.
“This” she said, in a little bit of quiet awe, “Just…all this”. She was quiet for a moment. When Trok didn’t reply, she asked, “…What was it like? Growing up a nomad, I mean?”
Trok mused, “…It was…active, I guess. We’d plop down for a few weeks or months near an oasis until the seasons changed and told us it was time to move again. Seasons on worlds with more than one sun are…odd. They always vary. We’d follow the wild herds, they always knew where the water sources were, and we’d get some game from them, while tending our own flocks. We’d trade with the undercities for stuff we’d need…y’know”.
“Undercities?”
“Oh, yeah!” Trok’s voice perked up a bit, “They’re pretty neat. See, Horath’s got these huge caves where most of our fresh water is. That’s where the undercities are; scattered all over the world. They’re the ones that build the ships and stuff you see everywhere else in the galaxy. They mostly leave us be, though they’ve kind of eased off on tribal tradition stuff as they advanced”.
“Ever been to one?” Xolin asked, genuinely curious, trying to imagine in her mind what underground cities were like.
Trok nodded, “I went to Arakis when I first left home; it’s how I got offworld. Big place…big cave. It’s just under the surface too, so there’s these holes in the rock where light pours in. And it’s got waterfalls everywhere, and a sea, and it’s just…beautiful”.
“I’d like to see it someday”.
“Maybe when we’re done here” Trok half-joked.
“Were you happy here?”
“…Yeah, I was” Trok said after a moment of consideration, “Though I always did want to see the universe. But here it was…you knew everybody, you know? We were one big family. We had to be, to survive. But it’s like…I was still different. I was the Khan’s son. Sure, Shu was destined to be the next Khan, but responsibilities were still pretty tough. I always had to act the part, and I just…I didn’t…” he sighed grumpily, “I didn’t feel like I was up to the task. Being responsible for other people? That’s scary. I’m not good at that”.
“You’re responsible for us” Xolin countered, still staring up at the sky, the only thing she could see, “We’re all responsible for each other”.
“Yeah but…that’s just you guys. Not hundreds of people. Not the sum total of my entire people” Trok replied.
Xolin gave a single, soft chuckle, “…I guess on some level I can understand. I left home because my parents wanted be to be someone I wasn’t. So I get how that can be overwhelming, but…” she trailed off, struggling to find her words, “…You just let your brother roll all over you”.
There was a brief silence.
“…I *am* sorry about that” Trok muttered back, almost soundlessly, “I never wanted this to happen”.
Xolin sat up, looking down at where he should have been if she could see him, “Something I’ve learned, I think…there’s a difference between guilt, and regret. You can apologize all you want, but if you don’t try to make things right, then your words aren’t really worth much to anyone”. She was trying a different tact; she knew enough that berating the poor kid wouldn’t help, but the conversation earlier had been heat of the moment. But despite Xolin’s rough persona, she really did care for the kid like a younger sibling. She just wanted to push him in the right direction. And sometimes, that meant a hard life lesson or two.
“I’m tired” Trok said, “Can we sleep now?”
Xolin sighed inwardly as Trok brushed her off. More disappointment; “…Yeah. We’ll need to be up early anyway. Good night, Trok”.
“Night”.
---
Shu shook his head, “What *am* I going to do with you?”
Sid sat kneeling, his arms hanging above him, chained to the ceiling in the bottom-most regions of the ancient city. The room was much like the rest of the complex as far as he had seen, though much less decorated.
Well…not *technically* decorated. The random horathean bones and skeletons chained up all over definitely gave this dungeon some atmosphere—helped along by the humble lightning from the torches lining the walls. There were also numerous cage cells lining the wall to his left; he hadn’t been placed in one yet, but he figured once this meeting was done, he’d be getting real friendly with one.
Assuming Shu didn’t just kill him, that was. Boy, he really kinda wished he’d told Sel or Iota what he was up to, even though Iota almost certainly would have vetoed it. Sigh. What a terrible idea this had been. Well…almost, anyway. Before being chained up, he’d managed to set his morpher to ‘record’ mode. Hopefully he could get something good out of the elder brother.
“You could let me go” Sid said, slightly sarcastically, but good-naturedly, “Let bygones be bygones”.
Shu chuckled, “I am afraid I cannot. You see, you trespassed upon my home, threatened by servants. The law of karma demands you must pay a penance”
Sid grimaced as he glanced at a particularly unhappy skeleton in the corner, “…Lemme guess. Torture?”
“Oh, no. No. At least, not yet” Shu folded his arms behind him as he began to pace through the room, inspecting each of the hanging chains idly as he spoke, “No, first comes the trial. Your guilt must be ascertained before we may act upon it. To do otherwise would be to upset the balance by taking karma in our own hands”.
“You guys do that that stuff seriously, huh?”
Shu turned, “Of course. The law of karma binds us as a people, creates the foundation for our culture. All of our laws and society revolve around it. To ignore it…well, there *are* wild tribes to the far north that do, and they are savages who prey on each other for the most petty of reasons”.
“Unlike you civilized folk” Sid said, with not a small hint of snark.
Shu saw through his sarcasm, but nodded with a small smile anyway, “Exactly” he walked back over to Sid, “Karma is absolute, but measured. If we recognize karma incorrectly, then we set a bad precedent. The proper legal channels must be observed”.
“So what ‘legal channel’ would ‘killing your dad and then setting your brother up as a scapegoat’ be on then?”
Shu smirked, “You have been talking with my brother, haven’t you?”
“I live with him” Sid deadpanned.
Shu was silent for a moment, having turned back around again. “It *is* sad that my brother cannot accept his own actions, though if I were in his shoes, perhaps I wouldn’t be able to either. Our parents were—”
“Cut the crap” Sid interjected, “We both know Trok doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body. What really happened?”
Shu eyed Sid. The mirinoite glared back, “Look, you’re just going to have me executed in the morning or whatever anyway, so you might as well tell me *why* you did what I already know you did. Not like anyone would believe the offworlder convict anyway”.
Shu thought that over. It was reasonable. He sighed, “…Trok never wanted to be here. Not really. He was never the leader type. So when everything went down, I told him to run, and he did so. I *had* hoped that the council would never find him, or that if they did, he wouldn’t return”.
“So they’d just kill off a dozen random people instead” Sid quipped.
Shu shrugged, “I had hoped they would simply drop the matter after a period of time. But if not…pin it on a number of the lowest class, or a local troublemaker or two. A group no one would miss. Trok would have been wise not to return”.
“Gee, you’re such a benevolent leader” Sid said.
The horathean glared at the man, “…I do what must be done for the good of the clan. Trok is my blood, I had to try and protect him for as long as I could”.
Sid’s eybrow rose at the warped logic; oh, yeah, this guy was family member of the year alright, “But that didn’t extend to your parents?”
More silence. Shu’s fingers wrapped around one of the bars to one of the cages as he slowly made his way around the room, “…My father was…hrn” he hesitated, “…not the right man for the job. He was soft, complacent when it came to policy with the other clans. He let the council walk all over him”. Shu sighed, letting a weight he’d been carrying slump off him. “I don’t enjoy what had to be done, but the future of our people was at stake”.
“Lemme guess; daddy never listened to your advice, right? So one night you just up and decided to commit regicide, because eh, why not?”. Sid’s voice at this point was dripping with sarcasm and a bit of venom.
Shu glared at him, “I don’t expect you to understand the burdens of leadership”.
Sid didn’t even blink though, “I may not know what it’s like to be Khan, but I do know what it’s like to have done something you regret; that you wish you could take back every day of your life, but can’t. I know what it’s like to have done something so terrible; it defines the core of who you are for the rest of your life”. When Shu said nothing, Sid continued, “Your brother is about to die for your actions. You have a chance to change that”.
“And leave this clan leaderless?” Shu scoffed, “I think not”. He grumbled, “I grow tired of this conversation. Rest well, Sid of Mirinoi, for tomorrow shall be your trial”. Shu turned and left, leaving Sid alone to dangle from his chains.
However, Sid gave out one last parting shot as Shu passed through the door, “Nice to know the law of Karma turns a blind eye to people who set their siblings up for murder”. Shu didn’t respond, instead simply slamming the dungeon door behind him. “Well…that went…better than I’d feared, worse than I’d hoped” Sid sighed. Still…while it hadn’t been a *confession* per say, it’d been enough that Sid could probably cast some doubt on the whole case. Y’know, if he was still alive when Trok’s case resumed.
His arms were cramping something fierce. This had been a *terrible* idea.
---
The first thing Xolin’s waking consciousness was aware of was that incessant rumbling. At first she had been confused, thinking it part of her dream in which…hrn, actually, she couldn’t remember. It had been *something* though. Then she felt annoyance for having been woken up. Then more confusion when she realized she was sleeping outside, surrounded by sand and rock, instead of in her own bed.
…Oh, right. She remembered now.
What *was* that rumbling?! The grains of sand on the surface had begun to shudder as it got more intense. Trok was already up, a panic-stricken look on his face. “It’s here!”
“The Kalroth?!” Xolin asked with urgency. Trok nodded.
“The Earth-shaker. It’s *here*”.
The two looked around for any sign of the creature, but the shaking seemed to come from every direction at once. Man, this was *not* how Xolin had wanted the day to begin. She was still groggy from being coaxed from her sleep, but did her best to get her head in the game. It was still early; but late enough that they probably would have gotten up soon anyway—the two suns were trailing each other near the horizon, casting a soft golden glow across the desert wastes.
Xolin saw it first, right under the suns. A very large beast, charging right at them. It was at least the size of a bus, maybe larger, with six legs and thick fur. Horns adorned its head like antlers, and its mouth was a giant minefield of razor-sharp teeth. It bellowed and roared as it closed in, giving the two rangers scant few seconds to morph and prepare.
“It’s…not *so* bad” Xolin gritted. It was true, kinda. Like, it was pretty imposing, but for something named ‘ground shaker’, she *had* expected something a little bigger. Not that she was complaining. “Come on!” she shouted to Trok as she summoned her lance to her hand.
“Wait, that’s not—augh” Trok followed after her. It *wasn’t*, but they still had to deal with it before it gored them to death.
The blue ranger used her lance like a pole vault, springing herself over ontop of the creature, landing on its backside as it issued another bellow of rage. “TROK, GET OUT OF THE WAY!” she screeched, as the monster charged right at green. Trok narrowly dodged, rolling to the side as the monstrous creature kept going. Xolin struck her weapon down at the back of the creature’s neck, but found to her dismay that it was well-protected by bone. Worse, she was finding she was having trouble staying upright, as the creature had taken an *intense* dislike to her very being, and was doing its best to shake her off. Despite her best efforts, she was sliding off. This was bad. Badbadbadbad---
Trok sent the mace portion of his hammer flying at the creature, wrapping it around its hind legs. The sudden power of inertia sent Xolin flying forward, tumbling in the sand until she came to a stop. She grunted in pain as she started to get back up. Another roar from the creature though, and both Trok and his weapon were flung in the other direction. The monster now charged at Xolin, who had lost her weapon somewhere in the sand several feet away.
Crap.
She braced herself as best she could, but still wasn’t ready for the pain as the monster’s horns rammed into her, sending her soaring through the air until she impacted the side of a sand dune a little ways off. She tumbled to the base in a heap.
“I hate this planet” she mumbled, stumbling to her feet. By now the monster was dealing with its hind legs, trying its best to loosen them from the green ranger’s mace. Poor Trok was being flung about like a rag doll as he desperately tried to cling on. Xolin shook her head at the morbidly comedic display. Pulling out her sidearm, she aimed at the creature’s eyes and fired. It was enough to further enrage the creature, and turned its attention back on the blue ranger. Trok finally wisely gave up his hold on his weapon as the monster charged.
This was a bad idea.
Xolin unfolded her blaster into a sword.
This was a *terrible* idea.
She assumed a defensive stance, her weapon charged with energy.
Sigh.
As the monster closed in, she turned to the side, letting it pass by her as she swung her sword in, cutting the beast from its mouth to its rear. A second later as it gave one last howl, it exploded in a blaze of glory.
Hell yeah.
“Well…that…sucked” She sighed, dusting herself off after putting her sidearm away. She walked over and helped Trok up, “Come on, let’s go see if we can’t find any teeth from that thing’s corpse”.
“I was trying to tell you” Trok said, standing in place as Xolin started walking back towards the monster, “That wasn’t the Kalroth”.
Xolin stopped, turning back around as she cocked her head, “But…that’s silly” she chuckled, nervously, “You…said it was the earth-shaker”.
The desert rumbled. Xolin gulped in terrible, terrible realization.
Trok chuckled back, also nervously, “No…that was a Desert Cow. It was probably running from the Kalroth”.
Xolin looked back at the remains of the creature, then back at Trok, “…That thing was a *cow*?!” she asked incuriously.
“Bull, actually”.
“But…” Xolin’s mind was having trouble processing this. They had won! This whole thing was supposed to be over! “But then what’s a Kal—”
The sand behind Xolin erupted; a massive worm-like monstrosity tunneling out, rising ten, twenty stories into the air. Its roar was like nothing Xolin had ever heard, and its appearance was terrifying. Its mouth was like that of a lampray, with many, *many* rows of teeth and no visible eyes. Four giant scythe mandibles protruded along the outside of its cavernous maw, and its hide consisted of thick armored plating.
“*That’s* a Kalroth” Trok explained weakly.
Xolin looked up at it, dumbfounded. “Well…****”.
The worm looked down at its prey for a moment, before issuing another horrific bellow, and descending upon them like a biblical judgment. The two rangers barely got out of the way as it tunneled back into the sand.
Xolin watched as its body moved snake-like from one hole in the ground to the next, the ground rumbling all around them, as a third hole erupted from the sands. “…I hate this planet and EVERYTHING ON IT!”
Her complaints were replied to only by another roar from the Kalroth.
---
He didn’t get much sleep that night; having the choice of either standing or hanging by your wrists while kneeling didn’t do much for one’s comfortability. Still, Sid must have dozed off at some point, because the first thing he noticed upon opening his eyes was a very irate Iota standing in front of him. He had his arms folded, and his posture just exuded ‘pissed off’.
Oh, this was a *fun* way to wake up.
“You’re an idiot” Iota said in a deadpan, summing up the entire situation succinctly.
Sid actually chuckled a bit at that as he stood up, “Yeah, good morning to you too”.
“No, really” the armored figure repeated, “You’re an idiot”.
“Yeah, I kinda already knew that” Sid replied with a sad grin, “So what’s the plan?”
Iota sighed, exasperated at the entire situation. They’d have been much better off never coming here, but *nooo*, they had to play hero, and no everyone had gone off half-cocked. Trok and Xolin were lost somewhere out in the wasteland looking for a giant monster, and Sid had gone and gotten himself arrested for breaking and entering. Because of course he had. At this point, he was just waiting for Sel to tell him she’d decided to join the circus. “The plan is for you to stay there and delay as best you can. Hopefully Trok and Xolin will get back soon. *Hopefully*”.
“And if not?” Sid asked, though he had a sinking suspicion he knew what was up.
“If not, then I am assuming direct control of this situation. We’ll break you out, pick up the others, and get the hell out of here, because this *entire situation* is ridiculous”. He sighed again, facepalming, “…Did you at least get what you were looking for?”
Sid shugged, “…Kinda? Like, he didn’t give me a full confession, but I *think* it’s enough to get people suspicious”.
“You think”. Iota’s deadpan hadn’t budged an inch.
“Yep!” Sid replied with false cheeriness.
Iota shook his head half-heartedly as he turned to leave. As he opened the door, he stopped and looked back at Sid for a moment, as if he was about to say something…but instead decided against it, shaking his head again as he closed the door behind him, the guard outside the doorway standing back to let him pass, before shutting the door again.
Yep. This was a *terrible* way to wake up.
---
The worm tunneled into the sands again, as the two rangers—in a fit of dazed panic—tried desperately to figure out where its head was going to appear next. “…Left” Xolin said suddenly. “LEFT!” The two rangers dodged out of the way just as the maw burst from the earth, jutting into the sky before turning back on the rangers again.
“Your planet SUCKS” Xolin exclaimed as she rolled into a crouched fighting position, ready for the next wave, “On *my* planet we don’t have APOCALYPTIC DEATH WORMS!”
“Kalroth!” Trok corrected her.
“WHATEVER!” she raged back, “And we *certainly* don’t have to—”
She cut off as she had to dodge again, the Kalroth slamming into the ground where she had just been. She continued, “…*Never* had to fight them just to prove our innocence! This is *insane*!”
The two looked around frantically for the worm’s next appearance. Trok bit back, “Not my idea, remember!? The rite of Ser’kai hasn’t been used in hundreds of years!”
“How it even burrowing through the sand?! It should be too dense!”
Trok felt a rumble to his right, “I don’t know, why don’t you ask it?!”
The Kalroth burst forth, its roar a terrible cornucopia of fear-inducing sounds. It turned down on the rangers again, hitting the surface of the desert, but instead of tunneling, this time it slithered right at them.
“Oh SHI—” Xolin grabbed Trok and rolled out of the way, just as the worm cruised by, its scythes slicing through the air. They tumbled a few feet…just as the worm turned again. This was bad; at this rate they’d be eaten alive…or worse. Trok gulped. They couldn’t call on the zords; the clans would definitely notice if the Megaship just up and left. They were on their own.
He *knew* this had been a bad idea. Xolin’s words towards him had been echoing inside his head, the guilt gnawing at him…but what was he supposed to do? This was a *bad idea*. They were both going to die, what was the point? Yeah, it *sucked* that the clan was going to kill people but…spirits, he felt like a terrible person. He’d tried to justify it for so long, but Xolin had managed to hit him where it hurt, and now he just didn’t…what was he supposed to do?!
Xolin tried to deflect one of the Kalroth’s scythes with her sidearm blade, but the sheer force of the worm’s impact—even a glancing blow as it rolled past—was enough to knock Xolin back down, her sword being flung somewhere several feet away.
Xolin knew it was over; she’d made a mistake coming here. Somehow, she always knew she’d go down fighting in the end…she just never assumed it would involve giant worms. The blue ranger turned to Trok with the precious few seconds she had left, “I’m sorry. RUN”. No panic, no fear. Just a simple plea.
“Wha—” Trok had no time to comprehend her comment before she flung him down from the dune they had positioned themselves about half-way down. He rolled down, coming to a halt…just in time to see Xolin, weaponless, dodge a scythe…and vanish within the creature’s maw.
No.
Nononononono.
She couldn’t be. She couldn’t have. Trok stood there, dumbstruck; Xolin had just…died for him. She’d sacrificed herself, right there. Right in front of him. She’d told him to run.
Why wasn’t he running? He couldn’t feel anything. He didn’t move at all. He *couldn’t* move. It wasn’t right. There hadn’t been any screams, no cries for help, no buildup. She’d just…she was gone. Just like that.
No.
“Xolin…” he managed to whisper.
The Kalroth’s roar jarred him back to reality; the worm’s ugly form rising above him as it looked down on his puny form. It was still hungry…and Trok was next. She’d told him to run. He should have run. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. A glint in the corner of his eye pulled Trok’s attention to a metallic object, half-buried in the sand.
…Was that…? It was. Xolin’s lance; lost during the earlier fight with the cow.
The worm lunged. Trok flew out of the way, rolling into the sand as he grabbed the weapon. It was much lighter than his hammer, but it would do. It *had* to do. As the monster charged towards him again, he planted his feet into the ground, Xolin’s weapon charging up with green energy. The resulting clash pushed Trok back several feet, his boots gliding across the sand thanks to the Kalroth’s inertia. A single counterattack later, and the worm’s scythe shattered, the monster reeling back and uttering a cry of tormented agony. It aimed again, ready to come down harder and extract animalistic vengeance.
Trok had never been much for praying to the spirits. Not that he ever had anything against it, but for him it was just one of those things you do because everyone else in society does, and you just don’t think much of it. But right now? Right here? Trok prayed to his ancestors. He prayed *real* hard as the worm came down on him; as he aimed his lance like a makeshift javelin, his morphin’ energies surging through the weapon like a beacon. The green ranger let it fly.
The result was devastating for the monster. It ripped through the side of its maw, lodging itself on the underside of the armored hide on the back of the creature’s head. It roared and howled and screeched as it writhed about in agony. Then, once again, it came down on Trok.
This was a bad idea. He knew that.
But Trok was ready. He drew his sidearm and switched it to sword mode, just as the creature dived in on him, burrowing into the ground. Seconds later, it burrowed back out in a different spot, and stopped. It seemed to…choke, and sputter. For a brief second, it seemed like a growth was forming on the side of its ‘neck’, but it quickly broke, revealing a single blade as it swept around, slicing the Kalroth’s head clean off. The decapitated maw dropped to the ground, soon followed by the lifeless body—and two rangers covered in muck tumbled out of its guts into the sand.
“That…sucked” Xolin wheezed. The two were completely disoriented, stumbling about as they tried to get up, their suits absolutely soaking in worm juices. Xolin shuddered, not even wanting to think what she was covered in. “Dear gods, I feel disgusting”.
Hard to argue with that, as far as Trok was concerned. Blech. But first things first. “We uh…we should go harvest those teeth”. He finally managed to pull himself up to his feet, before giving Xolin a hand as well.
“…Thanks, by the way” she said gratefully as she pulled herself up with Trok’s hand, “I really thought that was the end”. Her appreciation quickly changed to annoyance though, “…Didn’t I tell you to run?”
“I couldn’t leave you behind” he said.
“Hmm…” Xolin mused mysteriously.
“…What?” Trok asked, confused. …And a little concerned.
She shook her head in mild amusement, “Nothing. Let’s go get some teeth, huh?” Xolin headed towards the creature’s maw, Trok following behind her.
“…No, seriously, what?”
Xolin made her way over to the giant mouth, leaning down to take a better look at the teeth as she replied, “You came back for me. You could have run, could have tried to escape and live to fight another day. You didn’t. You chose to fight, and possibly die”. She wiggled one of the teeth; it was in there tight…she’d need something to cut it out.
Noticing her train of thought, Trok handed her the lance, which she gladly took and began using its end to cut around the large tooth, into the gum. He scoffed, “Of course I did. You’re…you. We always watch each other’s back”.
She chuckled softly, “That’s what being a hero means, Trok. It’s not about being awesome or having people look up to you. It’s not about the pride or the fame. It’s not even about the adventure”. She struggled on a particularly tough part of the gum; the tooth was in there *really* deep. Finally though, she broke through, and managed to pry the large, white razor out of its base, “It’s about simply doing the right thing. It’s about taking responsibility, even if its responsibility you don’t think was fair to be placed on you”.
“…You’re talking about my clan” Trok said, in realization.
Xolin pulled the tooth up and stood uptight, the object coming up to about her shoulder. She shrugged good-naturedly, “Am I?”
Trok smirked, then nodded, “Yeah. You are”.
A moment of clarity passed between them. Xolin patted the tooth, “Well, in that case, how about we take this sucker back and save the day? Like heroes”.
“…Like heroes” Trok smiled back.
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“Anything else you wish to say in your defense?”
Sid’s eyes moved across the trial chamber. He’d run out of stalling tricks; he’d questioned every witness as far as he could, made enough counters and interjections that the council looked about ready to skin him (most of those interjections likely hadn’t even been legal, strictly speaking, but whatevs), and he’d gotten into a verbal sparring match with…what was it, the maid? She had been another ‘witness’ who hadn’t actually been there and had just been bought off (surprise, surprise), but easy enough to provoke because her story had been more off than the others. He’d given them hell, but he’d just about run out of time. Not that he was worried for himself at all mind you; Iota had made that very clear. But he *was* worried about whoever would be earning his place for him. He’d directly intervened, now someone was almost certainly going to pay his price. That was how the Law of Karma worked, right?
Only one card was left in his deck. It was his best card, but one he was reluctant to use; the best weapon, the most *powerful* weapon on the field of battle was the one that had yet to be deployed. But the counterpoint to that was, of course, that if the weapon was never deployed, it would be the most useless. That was always the Catch-22 in combat.
Well, he had nothing left, and nothing to lose.
“I do, in fact!” Sid piped up, in his usual cheeriness. He stood up, unstrapping his morpher and placing it on the table. “This device is a recorder”. Predictably, Sid saw Shu’s face falter—he drank it in, a small smirk forming on the human’s face as he watched his foe temporarily lose his composure. “Last night, Shu and I had a lovely talk. One I think you all should very much hear”.
A press of the button, and Sid let the conversation go, remaining standing during the whole affair. A smug expression plastered itself on his face as Shu shifted uncomfortably; the expressions on the other Khans moving between many different emotional states; some of them eyeing Shu while he wasn’t looking.
The recording finished, leaving the room hushed, whispers floating about around them.
“…I…” Shu stuttered, then cleared his throat, “…You are a tenacious little man, I will give you that. But your recording proves nothing. I admitted to no such crime, nor did I do it”.
Sid’s grin became predatory, “You might not have admitted to it but your words there are still pretty damning. Enough to cast suspicion. What now?”
“This is irrelevant” the old lady Khan grumbled, “We are here to surmise your guilt in trespassing on Khan Shu’s private property, *not* Shu’s guilt or innocence in a completely unrelated case that has already been decided”.
“Here, here” said a middle-aged male Khan, approvingly.
Damn. So much for that last card. Sid’s face fell.
“Any more…enlightening tricks you’d like to present?” Shu asked smugly, his confidence restoring itself bit by bit. Sid shook his head reluctantly. He’d failed. Damn. Behind him, he could see Iota getting up. This was going to get ugly.
“I do!” said another voice behind him; a familiar one. Turning around, Sid saw Xolin standing there in the doorway, a man-sized incisor standing next to her. Woah. Behind her, Trok made his appearance. Taking the tooth, he dragged it down the stairs with him, passing by the rows of seats as he made his way down to the center of the room. He threw the tooth into the middle of the chamber floor, letting it fall in front of the council.
“One Kalroth tooth, as ordered” he exclaimed, a bit out of breath. Xolin walked down, standing next to him with a defiant glare in her eyes.
“This exonerates Trok, yes?”
The council looked down at the tooth. “Er…yes, I believe so, but—”
Xolin waved the old woman off flippantly, “Good, then we’re out of here. Come on guys”.
“Wait!” one of the other Khans, a younger man, cried out, “You can’t leave! Your companion here has been accused of trespassing!” he pointed at Sid, “Justice must be achieved!”
Trok looked at Sid, then at the council, then at the civilians lining the room. Damn. How the hell…this was completely unfair. They’d *WON*! Trok was exonerated! And yet here they were right back where they’d started. He wasn’t going to let Sid go off and face a desert monster, and he couldn’t let all this have been for naught. He *wouldn’t*. He’d dragged his friends into this; he was going to get them out of it.
This was unfair.
“No”.
“…Er…I’m sorry?” the man asked, confused as he recoiled slightly in his seat. Trok turned to him, determination washing over him.
“I said no”.
“This defiance can’t be tolerated in court, little brother” Shu explained, “Please sit back down”.
“No” Trok repeated, “As Khan-son, I absolve him”.
“You…can’t do that” Shu replied, not entirely sure if his brother was completely working right or not.
“Why not? I am Khanhood, am I not?”
“The Law of Karma exists above us all” the old man Khan said, “We are simply its caretakers”.
“Then saddle me with it instead” Trok replied. Xolin looked at him, surprise evident on her face.
Shu scoffed, “You would take his punishment for him? Even after going through all that trouble to clear your name before?”
Trok glanced back at Sid, then back at Shu, a smile on his face, “…Yes. I would”.
Shu sighed, “Very well. I hereby—”
“No” Xolin cut in, stepping in front of Trok, “This madness has gone on long enough”.
“…Excuse me?” asked one of the other Khans, very irate that this whole thing was devolving fast.
Xolin glared at them, her disgust easily visible for all to see, “This rule is ridiculous. Forcing others to face our sins for us? How is that karma?!”
The old woman spoke, “Girl, stand aside. This is between horatheans, not offworlders”.
“Fine!” Trok shot back, clearly fed up with this just as much as, if not more than, Xolin herself. He pointed at Shu, “He murdered our mother and father and then pinned it on me. No, I don’t have proof. Yes, I should have spoken out when it happened. And yes, I should have fought. But regardless, I’m here now, and I’m fighting for my friends and my people”.
Gasps went up as Shu sat up straight, “…What are you saying?”
“He’s saying he’s corroborating with my evidence” Sid said, patting the morpher on his table. “You really want to make a fight of this?”
“Who killed who in an unrelated case has *NOTHING* to do with this case!” the old man spoke again.
“The hell it doesn’t!” Xolin bit back, “This whole thing has just been an abuse of rules from the start!”
“You can’t seriously tell me none of you see the problems here!” Trok explained emphatically, “If I hadn’t showed, you’d have killed a dozen people in my place. A dozen INNOCENT people!”
Shu leaned forward, cupping his hands together, “Then what would your solution be?”
Trok glanced around at the court chamber; at his friends, at his leaders, at his people. At that moment, he knew what to do as a spark of inspiration filled him. He couldn’t fight an age-old tradition in a few minutes, but maybe…maybe… He turned back to the council, a determined expression on his face, “…Exile us. The entire group. Five banishments would be an equal trade, right?”
Sid and Xolin’s eyes widened; Sid’s in shock and guilt. Xolin however, soon found a sad smile crossing her lips; Trok was growing up. Her hand patted his shoulder in support and pride. He blushed slightly.
The Khans leaned inward, discussing for a few seconds in hushed whispers. When they turned back to Trok, the old woman nodded, “Very well, this is acceptable to the law of Karma. Let it be known that from this day, you and your comrades are exiled from this land. Go in peace, Trok”. The Khans bowed respectfully, and Trok reciprocated.
“…You sure you’re okay with this?” Xolin asked Trok uncertainly.
He smiled at her, a bit sadly as the spectators began to shuffle out, “It’s okay. I still got my home on the ship. It’s like you said, right? Being a hero has its downsides”.
Iota, Sid, and Sel made their way down to the center area where Trok and Xolin were. “…I am so sorry” Sid said as he came up to Trok. Holy **** he’d messed up bad. He’d only tried to help out Trok, but in the end had only made things worse, “This is all my fault”.
Trok shook his head, putting on a bitter smile, “Nah, I was already pretty much in exile anyway. At least this time I don’t have the guilt hanging around me”. He forced himself to brighten up a bit, “And I got you guys. And a cool spaceship that lets me go anywhere. So like...let’s go home”. Trok turned and headed up the steps, out of the room. Sel followed, and Iota trailed off behind them. Besides, it wasn’t like he was banned from his whole homeworld; just…well, just his clan’s territory. It sucked sure, but on the upside, he’d never be called on to do anything Khan-related, so…mixed blessings? Maybe?
Hrn.
“…I’m an idiot” Sid groaned, after the others had left. He wanted to just crawl up somewhere and die.
“Yeah…you kinda are” Xolin sighed, her hands on her hips as she wore a disappointed expression, “What possessed you to do…*any* of this?”
Sid stood back up, grabbing his morpher off the desk, “I don’t know. I just thought if I could get some dirt on the guy, uncover who really killed Trok’s folks…” he trailed off.
Xolin closed her eyes and rubbed her temples, “After everything, you still don’t trust us” she said softly, enough to cut Sid deep.
“I just thought I could get you guys out of the desert faster. Who even knew if you’d run into a Kalroth”.
She looked at him with a pained expression, “…You’re an idiot who cares, at least. You tried, even if you fouled it up *big time*” Xolin countered as she tried to brighten up, “Besides, this place *sucks*. We probably would have gotten thrown out eventually anyway. Shu had a bone to pick with us”.
Sid sighed.
She nudged him, “Come on, you heard the kid. Let’s go home”
“You’re awfully upbeat” he said quizzically as they walked up the stairs and out of the building. He was already trying to figure out what he was going to say to Trok; ‘I’m sorry’ didn’t really cut it in this case. Good lord he’d messed up.
She grinned, “He’s just growing up a bit, that’s all” she said, waving in off where Trok had left, “I *can* be happy about that”.
A faint smile appeared on Sid’s mouth as well. Yeah, that was definitely true. “…Also, no offense, you *really* smell”.
“…Don’t even start” she sighed, her smile vanishing as she remembered just how filthy she felt; even after having demorphed. She needed a shower so bad. Blech; Kalroth guts.
So together the group trailed off back to the ship, two by two. Trok took one last glimpse of his old homeland, one final image burned in his mind. A mix of emotions he couldn’t even quite quantify flooded inside of him. He wasn’t as sad as he figured he’d be—shock maybe? Or…no, he wasn’t *that* disappointed; he hadn’t really considered this home for over a year now. His parents were long gone, and he’d never really been close to his brother, or wanted to be in any sort of government position. Relief, maybe? That this was all over and that burden of guilt was finally gone? Was finality an emotional state? Because that might be it. Melancholy, definitely. Hrm. Trok turned and entered the ship.
The clanspeople watched from a distance as rest of the group boarded their ship, and then as it lifted off, and vanished into the sky, never to return.
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To be continued…