New Era Rising. (Garmen Story)

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~Chapter Four: Separation of Blood~

Zigeris takes all strength all his courage to free his fused, melted, and deformed boots that kept him attached to the cable line. Because it was dark inside the elevator shaft he couldn't notice that he was still sliding downwards. Whether it was the loss of sensation or he had too much on his mind he simply couldn't feel his weight shifting. Through the lisping sounds of air that tumbles the temperature from cold to colder Zigeris can faintly hear voices and boots stomping around. Out of the dampened chaotic sounds he hears a faint persistent noise that could only be described as a child attempting to whistle just after having their tonsils removed. Zigeris looks around and sees a glimmer of light pulsating with the whistling sound. It’s close enough for him to reach down and grab hold of the door railing. He reaches and manages to hoist himself against the doors. He is thoroughly concerned for the safety of Kimi and his brother. However he cannot rid himself of the nauseating idea that his brother used him to start armed conflicts. The Alpha Centeria is a monster machine. If Lezen is truly starting wars surely he’ll have an upper hand. The Alpha Centeria must be destroyed he thought. Zigeris now wiggles his fingers into the slot and forces the doors to slide apart, almost losing his balance which would cause him to fall to his death. By the time he is stable there is no one in sight. His boots are too malformed for him to use so Zigeris takes them off. Finally two guards run up from the hallway on the opposite side of him. The guards shout at him Zigeris replies “Where is the intruder?” The guards trot up to him, they are fully armed, and they grab his arms and carry him forward from where they came from. “He’s gone, but we still need to get you to more secured location of the base. Not every sector is viable for Life Support” one of the guards says in a hastily high toned voice. Zigeris is carried into a conjunction of several hallways and he pulls away from them. “Sir?” they questioned. Zigeris looks around and asks “Which way is the hanger from here? I need to go there.” The guards put their hands up facing their thumbs together “Over that way, but we’re not under attack…” Before Zigeris could hear their banter he runs in the direction they pointed. The guards looked at each other and shrugged they carried on to their orders.

Lezen is sitting at his desk, he is nervous about the encounter he had with Gothera. Not that he has a warhead of mass destruction, but the fact he knew GADC had those types of weapons. Lezen ponders his plans for his prototype machines and his enhanced human pilots. “Wars are just chest pieces, black ones and white ones. There is no rule that says the chest pieces have to remain as such.” He says to himself out loud. He stands and turns to the security monitors. Someone who is close enough to me and able to handle the warhead must have artier motives. Lezen goes through the list of people he considers powerful enough to betray him. The list is few. His thought is quickly disrupted by the images of his older brother, Zigeris, racing through the hallways. “Where are you going brother? Where are you going?” he mutters to himself as he takes his hand and runs it across the screens collecting the dust particles unto the tips of his fingers. “Where are you going, big brother?”

Zigeris finally reaches the hanger deck, but it is the wrong one. Each level of the deck is layered onto of one another there are ship lifters, elevators, which go through every floor. Zigeris rushes to the lift and presses the down button.

“ZIGERIS!” echoes through the oil stained walls. ZIgeris momentarily stops the lift. He takes a look around. “Zigeris where are you going?” Lezen now appears in front of him.

“Lezen! I’m going to the Alpha Centeria!” Zigeris says in a soft voice.
“Why is that? What are you planning to do? If you’re worried about Gothera, don’t. I will take care of it.” Lezen responds with a reassuring voice.
“Gothera? Is he the terrorist?” Zigeris replies.
“Terrorist? I am not sure, really. I don’t know what his intentions are however I won’t let it be the stain of the GADC. Come with me brother.” Again in a soothing voice Lezen speaks as though he must convince his brother.
“It’s my ship, I’m leaving.” Zigeris takes a step back from his brother’s hand. Neither one of their faces now resemble two brothers who grew up together. They were just mere middle aged strangers whose fates have brought them together in an unfortunate clash.

“Zigeris, remember our half-brother? Gynsu? He died in Liberty didn’t he,” Lezen now with a firmer voice, “what happened to him?”

“He died because he was shot down by a Xeno gang in Colorado.” Zigeris replies quickly and confused as to why Lezen would bring up their much younger half-brother.

“Shame even our mother regarded our father as nonexistent as he was while living.” Lezen turns away from Zigeris in a long day dream about his last time seeing their father.

“Dad had a job. You were too young to understand, Mom understood. Why would you say that?”

“Dad could have chosen any other profession. Didn’t have to be the guy to save the entire world. Unfortunately I see that quality of his, in you. I wasn’t too young to understand. To understand that a boy needs a father in his life.”

“Lezen we have a sense of duty because we see the world for what it could be. I’m sorry he wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry you feel robbed by fate. We cannot change that all we can do is honor him today by our actions of today!”

“To hell with fate, and honor.” Lezen reaches for his weapon and points it directly at Zigeris. Zigeris is stunned and raises his arms out.

“What are you doing!?” he shouts.

“You cannot leave GADC. I’m sorry brother it has to be this way. There are powers in this world that go beyond fate and honor and you’re an asset to these powers. The Alpha Centeria is staying here. You see the combat system was uniquely calibrated to your DNA. The combat system is entwined with your ambitions to stay alive. It’s why you could feel the battle around you. In a sense you’ve turned the Alpha Centeria into a living creature. It strives to survive no matter what. Zigeris we’re on the brink of a new era for all of Sirius!” Lezen preaches with a high voice.

“So this was a trap? To get me here?” Zigeris lowers his arms. He now realizes that some things, in fate, were too well designed. “I will not stay here Lezen. What you’re doing is wrong! We’re brothers! We have the same blood! The blood from our father!”

“Our father? A father. You were more a father than he ever was! His blood may contribute to mine, but he is no father to me. Blood can be altered. Blood can change. You’re no more to me than that bastard child Gynsu. I am creating a new world and if you’re not a part of it then your role in the old world is over!” Lezen takes the safety off from the weapon and rises higher.

“Lezen…don’t,” Zigeris whispers

“Good bye, brother…”

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