Void's Psionics (67 page)

A tall and slender robed
female glided over and dismissed the Zeelin back to their stations
with a wave.
“Greetings, Beyleez Netul, I
will merely ask what you have planned.”

“
Judging by the amount
colored on Oliver Void’s device I believe he can bring a full
Mothership to bare against our enemy which will force all the
Goliaths to turn its attention to it so our forces can engage the
swarm being dropped at us as we speak.”
Whatever this ‘Mothership’ was it clearly had all of the
Archivers relaxing slightly.
“Our cities
may get time to converge and it will merely take fifteen minutes to
go around. It will cut hours off the time for the armada to reach
us and bolster the Mothership.”

“
Greeting’s Oliver Void. I
am Archiver Xindrill. My I judge the stored with our power sensors.
It is imperative we waste…”

“
Just shut up and give me
the specs of a Mothership.” Netul gave him a warning look, but the
Archiver merely nodded and quickly pointed to where they all were
standing before. Under the hologram.

Oliver was there in two bounds and interfaced
with a device another held out and he saw the Mothership. His eyes
unfocused as images spun quickly. A visible blur to anyone else.
The Mothership was the most fearsome weapon made by the Creelin. It
could safely house over sixty million people and still face off
against any enemy. It could hold the equivalent power of three
stars and unleash it to engage any situation. It was also more than
fifty thousand square kilometers wide. His own mind began
calculating what his vambrace contained and how he could bring the
whole thing back to this system and said “I can do it, but I’ll
need to tap eleven percent of the Mothership’s total energy and
channel it through my Valek to make a bubble wide enough to
encompass its entire mass. What I have stored will carry most, but
will drain dry long before the hyperspace jump is complete.”

“
Eleven percent to teleport
is a sacrifice we can afford.”
Archiver
Xindrill said and was approved by the others who all nodded.
“Beyleez Netul, I give you full authorization to
commandeer use of a Mothership from Bezlin Chanak and return to us
immediately.”

“
Good, but I need a star
chart to begin calculations… Damn, my Ligers are engaging the first
wave. Three females are rushing the cubs to the city, but they are
barely keeping pace with the city. Slow the city down while the
others keep the Dragoons from killing them.”

“
We will. Hurry.”

Renee flew with Callier and hundreds of other
powerful Creelin warriors on a side of the city high above those
calmly moving to shelters. Sparky excitedly flew her around close
to the raised barrier of the city, wanting to go out and kill the
swarm appearing out of the cloudless sky. Sadly he was held back.
With her eyes zoomed in she spotted Dragoons, winged serpents
engaged to hold off many close ranged warrior. Drop-pods were
falling like rain during a meteor shower. Each drop-pod cocooned
hundreds of Keptl creatures safely down as each pod was tougher
than five meters thick of armored plated titanium. Those engaging
the enemy fought close, but Goliaths dropped billions more pods all
over the globe.

Those on the roof with Renee were directed by
Callier and split into four directions who was in turn supplied
information. The thickest clusters were hers. Keeping a distance
from the Zeelin engaged with flyers like the Dragoons, their
targets were of wide open skies.

Renee had to move from most others merely due
to the size of her Kinetic Blasts. She was unequaled in size as she
fired at the densest grouping of drop-pods. Each explosion was like
a nuclear explosion without the fallout. She fired more than any
other, quickly needing to rely on her bracelet’s stores.

The invaders lost millions to her alone, but
for each lost was a dozen more raining down after each
explosion.

Then began the dropping of Goliath spines
when the battle cruisers out in deep space were destroyed. The
first nearby explosion had Renee look up as a cone from the arm of
the Goliath contacted the city shield. It packed enough chemical
energy it was almost on par with one of her equivalent blasts.

That was the thing with Keptl, they not only
had Psionic abilities, their evolution allowed for natural chemical
mixing to combine volatile liquids for explosive napalm as hot as
thermite. A detonation and being coated in liquid fire is what
truly drained the city’s shield. It was effective. To combat it
were lesser fighters throwing barriers all over the dome to drop it
and set fire to the ground. Keptl loved scorched planets and the
city’s aren’t designed for deep space. Leaving Jaffalibn wasn’t
optional without teleporting.

Sparky’s influence to battle had Renee yell
“EAT THIS FUCKERS!” and let lose two gigantic Kinetic Blasts on a
scale she hadn’t used before, taking some of the liquid off the
shield that got near her area as an added bonus.

Callier, a distance away
warned with patience
“Pace yourself, Renee.
This battle won’t be won on this side of the planet. We may have
need elsewhere.”

“
Lighten up, Callier. Don’t
spoil all my fun.”
She mentally retorted,
launching another kilometer wide sphere of explosive plasma as
another silent spine struck the city’s shield again. Followed by
another and another. Goliaths were uncannily accurate.

Nova didn’t stand still after the three
reached the city safely with all the cubs. Rather than fight in the
air, he and the rest of the Pride were on the fiery ground. Using
their armor that had gone reflective silver all across their spiked
bodies they ferociously attacked places where Drop-pods reached the
planet surface. Their speed was unmatched and coupled with the
sharpness of their armor they literally ran through trees, fire and
Keptl alike like guided missiles. Nova was by far the most
ruthless, aiming specifically for Keptl that would transform into
hives for their Queens to lay eggs and breed. He would shred
through their hearts, leaving none alive. He also channeled his
master’s energy through the eight who fought with him, blocking
against Kinetic Blasts from fast Trackers and Dragoons that tried
keeping up, but couldn’t in the melee.

The Pride hadn’t forgotten how to fight and
they were nigh unstoppable so long as their master kept feeding
them, even though he was a thousand light years away already.
Sometimes Oliver would warn, but Nova was in charge of
fighting.

“
Bezlin Chanak, by order of
Archiver Xindrill I am commanded to commandeer this Mothership
under emergency code Rassho. We head for Jaffalibn.”
Netul said as Oliver successfully jumped the two
of them to a military staging area for the Creelin one thousand
three hundred and fourteen light years from where the battle was
taking place. They arrived in space and were near instantly
teleported to the massive bridge of the ship in which they now
stood on.

The area seemed to be made of gold and glass,
but beyond it Oliver noticed they were in an interstellar city
fully loaded with weapons capable of unfathomable destruction if
used in the wrong way.

Bezlin Chanak stood from his
command chair saying
“I received word three
minutes ago and am appraised of the dire situation your colony
faces, Beyleez Netul. My ship will finish teleporting a full
battalion as well as sixty battle cruisers in approximately forty
five seconds and link their energies to this ship for additional
support.”

“
Oliver…”
Netul turned, but Oliver had already ripped out a
panel for a power relay station and interfaced his vambrace to the
Mothership’s vast reservoir of energy. The orange oval on the
inside began rapidly filling so fast the eye could watch. He knew
he could not absorb it into himself as Creelin and Solarian power
didn’t mix in the body. It did for technology though as the black
covering in the forearm attuned to it automatically for additional
supply. It also measured how to incorporate the silicone life-force
that made the ship and all it touched give a positive reading it
was alive enough to be transferable.

With the vambrace siphoning copious amounts
of energy through a large tendril he tapped the shoulder of a
nearby warrior staring unblinking at his instruments. “Pull up a
star chart in the direction of the colony right now.”

“
Mantiv?”
the Bezlin asked in confusion.

“
Not anymore. Shut up and
let me think.” He glared to the one who interrupted him. “My Pride
and Match are fighting so I hope you’ll excuse me for being an
asshole. I need to get back as soon as possible.”

Netul grabbed the other ancient warrior and
shook his head.

It took three minutes to near fully charge
his vambrace and another three to do all the calculation. The
Creelin not speaking with a mouth was never so much a blessing.
They were quiet and could talk without interrupting or distracting
him.

“
I’m ready. How about
you?”

Netul, in the command seat
said
“We merely await your
signal.”

“
Then we go in five. Ready
the weapons to fight while their asses are turned in our
direction.” Netul nodded curtly. “Five. Four. Three. Two.
One!”

While counting down the translucent bubble
was already expanding to encompass the semi-living ships that could
go so long as everything touched. The output requirement was near
mindboggling.

In an instant the stars were completely
different. Above, in what was the equivalent of a Mothership’s roof
Oliver clearly spotted five gigantic crustaceans that looked like
an armored crab with a distended pregnant belly squeezing out
millions upon millions of Drop-pods and flying-type creatures.
Great pincers were crossed over its face as lesser Creelin fighters
zipped around trying to kill and harass them. Each Goliath creature
was easily thirty to forty kilometers long and twice as wide. To
make thing harder is each and every one is covered by a protective
Psionic barrier.

The arrow shaped battle cruiser that met
Oliver that moment he and Renee initially dropped out of FTL was
broken to pieces alongside others from overwhelming Keptl
firepower, but flying escape pods pinpointed life signs spread
throughout the space-wide battlefield loaded with debris. The moon
defenses were likewise destroyed utterly.

The Mothership detached the dozen spare
battle cruisers while simultaneously letting loose great beams of
concentrated energy, ripping the first Goliath to pieces. The extra
ships that tagged along shot around to the planet’s other side to
engage the other enemies the Mothership couldn’t target straight
away. If satellites were still viable the great ship could have
used them to reflect the immense energies like a weaponized mirror
to take care of threats without being in the line of fire.

Oliver though was looking at the near empty
and thin orange oval on his right forearm to feel out that what was
left in reserves was unusable so he purged the excess to result
making burp of blue energy and immediately began to fuel the empty
reservoir with his own power.

Meanwhile he established a
mental link to his woman to hear her say
“Welcome back, Idiot. Get that fine ass down here and get
involved with this big ass turkey shoot! It’s fucking
great!”

He laughed at her euphoric excitement and
adrenaline rush to fight.

But Nova was in a serious pinch and when
there was enough in the vambrace to teleport he left the
Mothership’s bridge without saying anything just as it was ripping
through a third giant creature as it turned to engage. Other
Goliaths were alerted to its appearance and were moving to defend
against it before it did any more carnage to them.

Using Nova’s link Oliver appeared nearby,
surrounded in liquid fire which didn’t make his armor remotely
warm. The Pride of nine stopped trying to flee as he arrived,
beheading a Dragoon as he fell. The group was surrounded by
Trackers, blood spitting Defilers and other Keptl making a
seriously dense barrier the Pride couldn’t pass with the amount
Oliver gave them that was near diminished.

Nova roared defiantly with the others after
being again infused with their master’s great quantity of power and
formed a circle. Oliver lifted his hand to conjure a three meter
wide ball along with the nine outward facing felines. At the same
time, ten concentrated shots exploded the surrounding area and even
with hundreds of ravenous creatures walling them off they were
nothing to a simultaneous attack from every direction.

The barrier buckled and the surrounding Keptl
couldn’t withstand the shockwave, even with their near impenetrable
reddish-brown exoskeletons.

Two square kilometers was vaporized in a
flash except for ten spike armored ground fighters safe in the
center of the blast radius.

Above, a huge Goliath in space cast a shadow
over them and in moments it was ripped apart by the Mothership,
removing the gloom over the ground and it put a smirk on Oliver’s
face.

No words were needed as more Drop-pods were
falling all the time and was too many to keep out. Together they
ran hard for the next dense engagement. Fighting and blood flew as
wildly as the raging fires already scorching half the planet
already. Time didn’t matter as the ten of them fought together
distracting, pouncing and eviscerating any in their path. Saving
many Zeelin along the way and gaining reinforcements in the
process. Fighting alongside a Solarian and his Pride made their own
survival rate increase dramatically.