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Cliques have been written about war for years. Lines such as, “99% boredom, 1%
sheer terror,” or “Old men talking, young men dying,” litter the landscape.
Today, as the tanks roared through the curtain, screams masked the terror felt by
every soldier. And the old man talking was not necessarily so old.
His words were lost amidst the screams of soldiers rushing through the curtain.
Foot soldiers followed the tanks, and other armored vehicles trailed close behind. Then
helicopters and jets raced through in single file. Finally, the AC-5 lumbered towards the
light.
Gabe barely heard this. He could do nothing but stare at the curtain of light.
Then he looked down at the bottle of “Gabriel Springs” water in his hand. Turning to the
side, he saw Ellie’s hand only inches from his. Deep inside, he wanted to hold her hand,
to give her courage, or anything. But she seemed as transfixed by the curtain as anyone.
And then they hit the curtain. For a moment, everything faded away in the
blinding light.
Grandpa nodded. His calculations were correct. Now it was time to end them
At the same time, the exact opposite occurred at the bridge. Static-like light filled
Another switch was thrown and a corded antenna rotated into the curtain. This
brought scientists out of their seats, but the control boards seemed unchanged. With a
There was a moment of silence, far too long for anyone’s comfort. But then the
agent’s voice came through. “We read you loud and clear.”
Gabe had seen battlefields before – on television. The sight of a real battle
startled him. There were soldiers, tanks, and explosions, same as on TV. But what
Initially, the soldiers took cover behind tanks or buildings. Then as the tanks
advanced, they would fan out behind it to another row of buildings or clear rooms. It
worked initially, as cannon fire destroyed bunkers and machine guns kept the Kalians
pinned down. Plus the buildings stood empty for the most part. The soldier hardly faced
any opposition. Instead, the enemy just retreated back, out of the city, and towards the
forest.
The soldiers saw the retreat and cheered. “Run, you chickens!” shouted the men
as they advanced through the city. Jubilation overcame discipline and many thought the
A Kalian gunman took aim at the tank and fired. It struck the tank, which was not
surprising given the tank’s immense size. But what happened next surprised every
soldier. The tank shattered like glass. Well, not the entire tank, but its entire front end.
The armor collapsed, leaving the turret resting on the treads and drive wheels.
And then panic set in. Soldiers dashed about, some laying down fire, other
screaming for air support. But the plan had now gone out the window and the soldiers
needed to improvise.
At this time, the AC-5 flew overhead and Gabe witnessed the chaos. And then it
got bad.
Explosions erupted all around the square. Buildings shattered into dust, sending
shards and shrapnel through the air. Tanks dissolved like the buildings, with heavy plates
of armor shattering like glass. And without armor, all the soldiers could do was lay down
Agent Redd wasn’t an idiot. He could easily see this from his box seat above the
city.
“Their anti-armor weapons are better than I expected.” A growl of anger could
“It’s that Bra… something ore,” shouted Gabe. “Steel just shatters…”
But the Aagent wasn’t listening; he was plotting a solution. Fortunately, he had
From a hillside miles away, the Mediator watched the events unfold through the
city. The Mayor stood by his side, shaking with nervous energy. Yet, the Mediator
“Our city’s being destroyed! How can you just stand there?”
proceeding as I had predicted, is it not? We knew the enemy would cross the gate in
great numbers. We evacuated the population to shelters, much like the one under this hill.
I predicted that their soldiers would advance with arrogance, moving them away from the
bridge. And I have already shown what our weapons do to their machines of war.”
“But you are firing on our homes. Our city is being destroyed by our own
weapons.”
“Our enemies fall at the same time. Would you prefer our homes be destroyed by
enemies, who then continue to destroy more of our world? We crafted our plan, and it is
Suddenly, a fighter streaked just overhead with a deafening roar. From tanks
under its wings, a fine mist sprayed into the air. Then just as quickly, the fighter climbed
For a moment, there was nothing. Then the Mediator felt a fine mist touch his
skin. And for the first time, fear showed on his face.
First there was the sound of cracking, like stepping on dry twigs. Then the
cracking grew louder, coming from behind as well as the valley below. The Mayor
From behind them, the jungle melted away with a crash, with trunks, leaves, and
branches falling to the ground in a dying pile of dust. The line of death grew and cut
across the whole valley, placing a line of brown dirt against the verdant green backdrop.
The Mediator’s anger grew as he saw his world dying before his eyes. But it grew
further when he saw that the line of dead trees revealed some of his hidden artillery.
“There, fire!” The order from Agent Redd was hardly necessary. 120 mm
cannons mounted of the side of the AC-5 immediately sprang to life at the sight of the
Kailan guns. And thanks to computerized aiming systems, they were deadly accurate.
Artillery exploded in a shower of steel, sending Kalians running for safely or flying
through the air. Secondary blast from ammunition explosions started fires around the
jungle.
To add insult to injury, the fighters continued making pass after pass, carving lines
of brown dirt into the jungle like swings of a sword. One doused a fire, replacing a
As more of the jungle disappeared, more of the Kalian artillery became visible.
But these were quickly destroyed by gunfire from helicopters and jets.
Down in the jungle, the aircraft tore gaping holes of destruction into the plant life.
But the Mediator looked past this to the city, where it seemed there was very little life.
In the ruins of the city, the soldiers slowly lifted their heads. Dazed by the
artillery’s concussion or bleeding from wounds, all moved slowly and tried to reorient
themselves. Fear still racked their minds as they looked about, wondering when the
A few shouts came from the commanders. “Form a perimeter. Eyes ahead.” But
It started as a rumble, a faint sound from the jungle. Quickly, it became a roar
from the nearby treeline. And then it arrived in the form of thousands of Kalian Elite
troops. They rushed out of the jungle in a massive drove, advancing on the disorganized
soldiers.
Huddlings behind whatever cover they could, the soldiers tried to hold a line, but
there were too many elites. Within minutes, the attackers surrounded the solders,
trapping them in buildings away from the square. This was what the elites wanted.
Several launched wires from trees or other buildings to the ones manned by the soldiers,
and slid to the upper levels and the roofs. Then they entered the buildings and attacked
The elites had other plans too. Rushing past the soldiers, teams of Kalians rushed
to the bridge, which still glowed bright. Any support would have to come through here,
so holding the bridge would be key. All they would have to do was cross the curtain and
hold it on both sides. Optimism filled their heads as the first elites crossed the curtain.
The optimism ended with the sight of hundred of guns – the last thing any of them
would see. Tanks, machine gun nests, and other heavy weapons released gunfire, which
tore through the elites as they crossed the curtain into earth. Bullets shot through the
Agent Redd watched his trap unfold from above. Taking the radio, he said,
As he watched, a second wave of troops came through the curtain and reinforced
the soldiers. Thanks to the trap, the elites were disorganized and being overwhelmed
Agent Redd turned back to the kids and said, “Looks like the worst of it is over.
But Ellie didn’t seem as confident. “Remember, Agent Redd, not all fights can be
…
The Mayor dashed about in the midst of panic. “We need to negotiate. Perhaps
His panic infected other Kalians, and a buzz rose from the elites around them.
Yet, the Mediator seemed as calm as could be. He walked to the Mayor and placed his
arm around him. “Take care of this location,” he said to his elites. Then he tapped a
A moment later, the Mayor found himself in a base built into a cliff, much like the
one he had just left, though larger. The roof stood over a hundred feet above his head.
The Mediator walked ahead, seemingly ignoring him. Reaching the wall, he
patted a large cylinder that wasn’t quite steel, stone, or glass. “Do you know what this
is?”
“No, I have never seen anything like it. But it does not change my point.”
The Mediator just shook his head. “This is a gift from our brothers on Lain.”
Suddenly, the Mayor noticed a contingent of elites around the room. They all sat
around the foot of something very large. Yet, in the dark room, it could not quite be seen.
The Mediator nodded to his men, and a switch was thrown. Slowly, the roof
opened, letting in a crack of light. And then the Mayor saw the room clearly. And he saw
the 300 foot structure that appeared to be a cannon, except that the barrel was a solid
caused the barrel to glow with a dull blue light and expel the occasional spark. Even
though he didn’t totally recognize it, the Mayor knew this was a powerful weapon. He
“This cannon was the revelator of the truth to our worlds.” The Mediator spoke
loudly to no one in particular. “The deserters of Lain created a great power source as
well as a powerful weapon. But in their foolish short sight, they failed to realize its true
potential.”
The Revelator cannon now glowed brightly. From outside the base, blue light
from the cannon poured out of a crack in a hill miles away from the bridge. The crack
grew wider, revealing more of the powerful weapon. Yet thanks to the forest cover, no
one either in or flying above the city had any clue of this machine.
Strapped in his seat, Gabe watched the battle unfold beneath him. The soldiers
would point their rifles in the direction of the Kalian Elites, but not fire. There would be
a pause. Then missiles or shells would strike, utterly destroying the Elites. They
wouldn’t even know what hit them. The only thing worse would be if they knew, thought
Gabe.
The Mediator showed no emotion and kept his eyes on the sky. “The small
warbirds are the fastest and most difficult to target. Hit them first.”
With a nod, Elites tapped on computers and the giant cannon swung quickly over
them.
The Mayor watched all of this with amazement. “What are these machines?
“Nor from Lain,” responded the Mediator. “We are now using our enemy’s own
Then, with a loud whoosh, a wave of energy flew from the cannon.
Gabe looked outside at a fight preparing for another approach. It seemed to pause
and collect itself. But as it began to turn, a wave of light engulfed it, and a moment later,
it was gone.
“What was that?” screamed Agent Redd. Before anyone could respond, another
“Target the smaller remainders. They will escape easier than the large one.”
Wave after wave shot across the valley, destroying fighters and helicopters. Panic
was rising inside the AC-5, as well as inside Gabe. Even Ellie looked nervous. Agent
Redd jumped from his chair and hit a button under a glass panel. Then Gabe felt the floor
under him give way. As he fell, he heard the Agent yell, “Fox 7, 8, 9, and 10.”
A moment later, Gabe found himself falling through the air, with the AC-5 above
him. Looking to his right, he saw Ellie falling in her seat 20 feet away. Then bright
the distance. A cylinder rotated inside the bay, dropping missile after missile.
warning lights screamed all over the base. The Mayor and the Elites were panicking.
The giant cannon fired wave after wave. One missile fell, and then another.
Elite’s struggled to aim at the small targets, but they managed to bring down the third.
The Mediator turned from the sky and hung his head. Amidst the chaos, he
simply said, “All will end after the Demon’s blight. All will perish to the fiery light.”
Floating through the air under a bright red parachute, Gabe saw a flash of light out
of the corner of his eye. It must have been 50, perhaps a hundred miles away, but it was
“It is a malfunction? Get us back, now!” Around the bridge, soldiers kept their
guns trained with anticipation, but inside the bunker, soldiers raced about, confused about
“It should be working, but it’s not. Like it just decided to stop working.”
“No, sir, the only thing is if the circuits are fried. Like from an EMP or
something.”
“That’s right. Maybe the Agent Redd ordered its use. He just fired some
missiles.”
Grandpa’s face turned white and he looked like he had seen a ghost. His eyes