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He nodded, and kissed her tenderly. “We are on our way to the coordinates specified by Jessam right now, prettiness. A city which your species calls ‘Osaka.’”

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The gleaming towers of Osaka, Japan loomed in the distance, spires of chrome and glass shining, reflecting the orange of the dawn light.

Aside from the sun, there was another source of illumination, as well…

Blooming, pulsing, cascading layers of pink, orange, white… The glowing burst of energy was set high in the air, as if projected from the peaks of several of the tallest buildings. The swirling colors reminded Heather of tie-dye art, like a swirling mass of ink or paint. Except she knew this was really some kind of energy.

Plasma
, maybe? Yeah, that sounded about right… Maybe some of the Mekron technobabble stuff was starting to rub off on her from hanging around Gearon.

Now, her Mekron Lord leaned over her, his strong hand on her shoulder.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” she asked him. “I mean, that’s the bastard itself? Grommalacht.”

“Yes, prettiness,” he sighed. “It sits there waiting. And much too hungry.”

“It’s beautiful,” she told him. “I wish it wasn’t.”

All of those cascading colors, shifting now… Each wave of energy seemed to form a ring of projections, like petals… A giant, ever-changing flower.

She could see the suburbs of the city below them now, too. Neat streets lined with buildings, probably houses, apartments, offices, schools… Only a few cars moving here and there…

Heather had never been out of the U.S.A. before, certainly never as far as Japan. She’d probably had as much of a short-sighted view as anyone, growing up in a small Midwestern city without much concern for what was going on in the rest of the world. 

But she felt a kinship now with the fellow humans she knew were living below, most of them dazed and sedated by Grommalacht, not realizing that they likely had very little time left…

This thing intends to make lunch of us all,
she thought.

She wondered if there might not be some Japanese equivalent of herself, trying to keep some old cinema going down there, showing old prints of Godzilla or something. If there was, the poor girl didn’t have a Space Lord of her own… That was one thing Heather was truly thankful for.

Though, of all the humans, she alone knew what threat they truly faced. Gearon’s presence was reassuring-- but she still was afraid, for herself and humanity.

“Will it hurt?” she asked Gearon. “I mean, if Grommalacht succeeds, and it sucks out everyone’s psychic energy or brains or souls or whatever? Will the people feel pain, will they know what hit them, or…?”

He stroked her hair and whispered: “Ah Heather… I‘m sorry but I have previously been there, when he has feasted on other worlds. I have heard the screaming. Anything would be better for your people than that, I must imagine. A quicker end, perhaps, if it comes to that.”

She nodded. She knew that he meant if they ended up destroying the planet with the ship’s black hole weapon… “I understand that. But I’m still going to do my best to stop Grommalacht. Well… I mean to say, we’re BOTH going to do our best, right?”

She looked down at her naked body, still tethered to the “tubes” that were supposed to fortify her for the Bonding ritual.

“I guess it’s time to get these tubes off me, huh?”

“My lovely, brave Heather,” he stroked her head again, then held it against his rock-hard abdomen… A gesture which did much to soothe Heather’s anxieties, at least for the moment.

His hands glided over the nearby controls, and the tubes narrowed to thread-like strings and withdrew from her body. The one in her throat tickled a bit as it slid up her esophagus before whipping out of her mouth.

“Gearon,” she asked, “You said two things were needed for your Bonding ritual. Bonding-Essence, which Jessam gave to us.  And
time
. Do you think we have enough? We’re pretty damn close now…”

He nodded. “Jessam has control of some of the shields protecting Grommalacht, yes? Grommalacht knows she is helping us, but he doesn’t care what she does, because he thinks he cannot be destroyed, shields or not.”

Heather nodded. “So she’s going to let us in? Lift the shields or open them or something? Is that what she meant by waiting for her signal?”

“Well… No, prettiness. Her plan has much audacity, yes? She will signal us, and then STRENGTHEN one part of the shield with as much power as she is able. And we will be shooting towards that part. We will fire the main weapon… black hole as you say… right there. From very close range.”

“But …” Heather’s stomach churned for a moment and she felt her hopes sink. “She said there was
hope
for us. Is this only a different suicide plan?”

“NO!” he bent low and kissed her cheek. “It is dangerous, yes, and I must be careful in my timing… But if it works, it will give us TIME. A bubble of time… The black hole impacting the shield will create a reverse time dilation effect for us, in here, inside the ship, only. Twenty four hours, I think.”

As they got closer, she could see Enpathian ships flitting amongst the buildings. Silver-black saucers, and some of the gunships with the big booms on the front, too… A few specks that were probably single soldiers wearing the “mermaid” flight packs. Beyond Grommalacht’s glow, one of the giant Enpathian motherships loomed lower over the far part of the city.

“They’re just playing,” Heather said. “They have to know we’re here by now.”

“Yes, prettiness. I believe Jessam was fully truthful. They will let us approach, as Grommalacht
wants
us to try to destroy him. He believes we shall fail, and he wishes to mock us.”

Gearon stood and strode to the rear control panel—the red and black one, which Heather believed she now correctly understood was meant to control the main weapon.

Big-ass black hole gun—that should be something to see…

Gearon sat in the seat in front of the panel and touched several nubs and whorls on the console. A patch of the surface on the right side seemed to shimmer, then swirl almost like stirred paint. Gearon stuck the fingers of his right hand into this strangely liquid-looking part of the console, and twisted his hand.

Heather felt a strong vibration pulse through the ship, low and deep, but strong enough that she felt the THRUMMMMM in her bones.

“Inside the generator, we are violently crushing a small pocket of spacetime, “ Gearon explained. “The mass is compressed to an infinitely small area and the ‘black hole’ comes into existence… Controlled by quantum fields regulated by tachyon lenses.”

“So basically, hunny… You just turned the big gun on?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “That is what I said, essentially?”

Though she could not deny that that thing felt powerful, it was making the whole ship throb… And it actually felt
good
, like sitting in one of those sonic vibration shiatsu massage chairs you could find in the mall.

With her bare feet vibrating on the soft flooring material, she stood and made her way over to Gearon’s seat, placing her hands on his broad shoulders.

“You’re flying the ship backwards again, my Lord,” she said.

He sighed. “Alas… I do not have a female Bond-Mate to take the pilot’s seat in the front… Not yet. But I can control the vessel well enough from here, I think.”

Something zoomed by, at the edge of Heather’s vision. It was one of the Enpathian gunships, buzzing the ship, flying tauntingly close. It was followed by another…

Suddenly, beams of energy rent the air around the ship, and Heather thought she could actually see the simmering gas boiling in the wake of the beams. A low klaxon sounded inside the ship, but Gearon swiped a control nub and it went silent.

“They’re still playing with us, My Lord?” she asked.

“They try to provoke us… like a cruel child taunts a wounded
falgoth.
But we shall not be distracted, prettiness.”

“Are we getting close?”

“We should be nearing the shields surrounding Grommalacht now. I must slow us… Jessam is to signal soon, I hope.”

The shields were just barely visible now—or, at least, Heather
thought
she could see them.

Turning away from Gearon momentarily, looking towards the front of the ship, she saw the barriers of energy suspended there. They shimmered in the air like a film of oil between the buildings, a colorful, shifting, subtle rainbow of hues… Yet still almost transparent.

Especially with the glow of Grommalacht behind them, she had to squint and look really hard to see them. They were more visible when one of the Enpathian ships passed through, the shield blossoming in a bluish portal around each craft as it let it through.

Gearon eased back on the control stick and
Astral Tryst
slowed its progress.

“Jessam is to send an encoded neutrino pulse which will give us the instructions on firing our weapon at the shield,” Gearon explained. “But there is no transmission yet, alas. We much hope she was not discovered.”

They were closer to the shields now—close enough that Heather could see currents and eddies of the strangely oily energy floating in the air. Gearon slowed the ship to a near halt.

“This is going to seem quite suspicious,” Gearon said, furrowing his brow. “They know that our ship has ways of penetrating their shields. They will expect a full assault on Grommalacht, and will wonder why we are slowing now.”

Even as he spoke, several more Enpathian gunships came through the shield and circled around them menacingly.

“My Lord,” Heather suggested, “perhaps we should move away until we hear from Jessam?”

“We are too close to withdraw now, prettiness,” Gearon sighed. “Such action might only provoke them to attack.”

Suddenly, Heather felt a sharp pain in her temple--powerful enough to blur her vision.

What the hell…?, she thought. Not a good time for a migraine!

I apologize for the brute force approach, but I had to reach you and we have no time, said a somber female voice in her head.

“Jessam?” she asked. “I thought you were sending us a signal?”

Yes.
But Gearon must not have calibrated the neutrino receptors correctly… I sent the signal a minute ago. No matter. The shield energy is focused on that tower.

Heather’s head turned as if by remote control, her neck muscles
hijacked by Jessam’s psychic domination. It was highly unnerving, but she tried not to fight it. In a moment, she was looking straight at the needle-like cell phone antennae tower which projected from the top of a nearby skyscraper.

Tell Gearon to launch the weapon there, at that transmission tower.
NOW. They are listening, I cannot—

Jessam’s voice was suddenly cut off, her presence gone.

“That cell tower on that building there!” Heather cried to Gearon, pointing towards the spot that Jessam had indicated. “We need to shoot the weapon there! That’s where she’s doing her shield focus thingy!”

“How would you know… Ahhh,” Gearon said, as if realizing what happened. “Jessam contacted you, yes?”

“Yes, and she said SHOOT THE DAMN TOWER!” Heather shouted.

Gearon just nodded, adjusting the ship’s bearing and twisted his hand on the hidden weapon controls in the “liquid” looking part of the console.

Heather looked towards the front of the ship. They quickly approached the spiky grey needle of the cell tower.  She thought that she could see the shield energy rippling there, gathering. Shallow waves pulsed slowly through it like vibrations through thick syrup.

The thrumming of the ship’s weapon built and built, throbbing through the ship and her body. There was audible noise now, too… a loud, deep droning like a mechanical beast wailing--like a cross between an industrial vacuum cleaner and a whale song. 

“Prepare, lovely one, I am firing the weapon… NOW!” Gearon cried.

Heather only got a glimpse of the weapon as it was launched towards the shield. There was something like a mini-cyclone whirling in the air in front of the ship for a moment, a swirl of not only air, but color, sucking in light around a tiny point so incredibly dark that it seemed to radiate utter blackness.

It was somehow frightening and horrible to look at, and so she turned away…

The impact was soundless, but Heather knew the weapon had struck the shield.

The ship jerked, and she felt herself flung forward... Stretched out her arms to break her fall—

--but the impact never came.

She hung, suspended in air, her feet an inch from the ground, her body angled forward—yet not falling.

She tried to look up, but her eyes wouldn’t move.

Her heart had been pounding in her chest… Now, she couldn’t feel it beating at all.

Am I dying? Or am I going to be stuck here forever... My body locked in place, in time…

Had Jessam’s plan failed?

Then, with perceptible force, she felt her heart squeeze in her chest, pulsing very slowly.