Roleplay : Group : Carrendar Dynasty.

On the Wings of Eagles.

Chapter Ten.

The hands of Time march against us.

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Writer : CharlotteCarrendar.

Taken from “The Red Flag and a Time Dragon.”

:- “Noisy bugger, ain’t he?” The Captain commented, as the small clockword droid ensured the man with the towel was able to alight the vessel with little fuss. You could hear the tell tale; “Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~!” as he plummeted to the street below, and the Captain poked her head over the rail to see him land with a sudden thud. “the following ~squeak~ assured that the towel managed to aid his fall. ‘Well…that’s that.” Amelia smacked her hands together, as if to wipe away invisible dust. “Now..no point staying here for the oncoming armada. “ She bolted back up to the wheel house, with many of her clockwork droids going back to their stations. It was time for another adventure, with Sybille now aboard for the ride. “To the second star…and straight on till morning.” With a loud crack, the airship was gone once again, leaving Kyle….to his fight.

And now…we continue.

Leaving behind the vacated city streets of Lorewall, the Red Flag vanished from sight, with the almighty hum of the TARDIS central power system directing the time machine towards a new adventure. As Captain Amelia strode back inside, she could not help but remember what she had seen, in the sky that night. There was no mistaking it. Like the Gods had tore open a gaping wound in the very strands of time, and then just as quickly closed it back up again….or so she thought. The Captain made her way into the very heart of the Red Flag, finally reaching the nerve centre, the beating heart of the TARDIS itself. Slowly climbing the wrought iron steps, and stepping onto the grid platform, she stared into one of the screens, which seemed to keep replaying a shot of the very incident she had seen. Almost like it was skipping, again and again. That loud whip like cracking sound made her jump, each time she heard it. Amelia ran to the panel, and her fingers quickly danced across the brightly coloured glyphs, till finally the image froze.

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The Captain leaned closer towards the image, and then…she saw it for herself. Amelia blinked and then rubbed her eyes, thinking to herself, surely she must be seeing things. How is it even remotely possible, for a horse and rider to appear from the blackness of space, and then shoot across the sky, and down to the ground, vanishing into a wave of mist into the drains…the sewers of Lorewall. Amelia bit her bottom lip, feeling it curl in under her teeth, her brow knitting, as she tried to make heads or tails of what she was looking at.

“What kind of horse and rider can travel through time?” She asked herself outloud, as her voice echoed around the inner chamber. Then…there was the sound. The crack of a whip. A stock whip. “Horseman?…Horseman?…HORSEMAN!” her voice grew louder, as her eyes grew wider. “No…surely not.” She drew back from the panel, and brought her right hand up to her mouth. Was she the only one to have seen? Was she the only one…who knew what this meant?

Spinning on the ball of her right boot heel, she quickly ran back down the steps, and bolted for the library, that was only a good five hundred or so yards from the central hub of the TARDIS. Racing down corridors, and almost tripping over her clock work mechanations, she finally turned the corner, into her expansive library, that was so vast, it rivaled that of the great city libraries and archives. One small golden coloured sphere droid swept up from behind a pile of books, and channeled its single eye towards the Captain, as she looked positively beside herself.

~Bleep…Bizzz…Bleep…beep~ The droid let off a series of mechanical chirps and whistles, asking in its own way, how it can be of assistance to the Time lord.

“Err..Err..Horses..time…rider…Horseman….Uhm…rip….tear…space…*she then waved her hands in an animated flurry*…War..death…Horse?”

The droid’s one eye glowed red hot, then took off at speed, racing through the air, then scanning row after row of books. A small mechanical arm appeared from a small slot from its underside, and it started to draw books out from the tall book cases, some over fifty feet in height. One by one, the books started to rain down, as the Captain danced beneath, catching them like a circus juggler. After ten books had been cast down, the Captain staggered to a table, and unloaded them all with a loud clunk and thunk.

In the middle of the table, was the very planet at the centre of her adventures; Lisega. How well she knew it. Not just from the places she had been on it, but also, the times as well. From the grand days of Lacardis, the Legend of Lorelei, the Might of the Captain, Amelia had seen it all. From prosperity, to utter ruin and destruction. As the Lady Captain took a seat, and started to pick up each tome one at a time, to see if the cover showed relevance to her search, Amelia stared at the globe once again. With a hand, she reached out and spun it slowly, almost mesmerized by its vibrant colour, before letting out a sigh.

“Such promise…” Her words almost said in a whisper, for in truth her reason for being in Lorewall that night, was the hope to catch up with the mysterious Captain himself, but alas, she was not to have forseen what had occured that eve. Darker forces were at work, or at least a dire warning of what was to come. She already knew the perils that a war would bring once more on the lands of the Nemeauns. Though they had survived the horrors that befell the Lacardian nation, and had strived to rebuild after the rebirth of the planet, could they possibly hold up against a war of the very Titans of the Heavens themselves?

Almost lost in her train of thought, she slapped her own face, and said sternly. “Amelia…get a grip, come on, Lass. Got a lot of reading to do.” She turned open the first book, and started to pour over the text, while another small droid sphere appeared, and out from beneath its belly, it offered a small dainty cup of pipping hot english tea. The Captain took the cup and mouthed a thank you, before setting it down, and taking out her small spectacles, and started to read once more, as another droid turned up a gas lantern, to offer the Captain more light in which to read by.

Each book, she read page after page, as the gas light shone its light, and the small droid sphere would return to fill her cup with tea. At one point, she placed a hand over it, having drunk way too much. “No…no thank you. I be seeing spots soon.” The sphere droid tittered and chirped, then landed down on a very old book. In fact, the book that it landed upon, was none other, than the Bible. Amelia turned her head slowly, and noticed the golden tipped pages, and the tattered edge. “Hmmm..” she thought to herself, as she tried to gently push the droid off the book. Could the answers lay within? Amelia inched forward in her seat, and then opened the book up, as another clockwork droid, a small bird settled on her shoulder. It was in the shape of a parrot, and cocked its head back and forth, as Amelia read through each page…until she came, to Revelations Six.

Chapter 6

The First Seal–Rider on White Horse

1 Then I saw when the Lamb broke one of the seven seals, and I heard one of the four living creatures saying as with a voice of thunder, “Come.”

2 I looked, and behold, a white horse, and he who sat on it had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer.

The Second Seal–War

3 When He broke the second seal, I heard the second living creature saying, “Come.”

4 And another, a red horse, went out; and to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from the earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him.

The Third Seal–Famine

5 When He broke the third seal, I heard the third living creature saying, “Come.” I looked, and behold, a black horse; and he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand.

6 And I heard something like a voice in the center of the four living creatures saying, “A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius; and do not damage the oil and the wine.”

The Fourth Seal–Death

7 When the Lamb broke the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth living creature saying, “Come.”

8 I looked, and behold, an ashen horse; and he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth.

The Fifth Seal–Martyrs

9 When the Lamb broke the fifth seal, I saw underneath the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God, and because of the testimony which they had maintained;

10 and they cried out with a loud voice, saying, “How long, O Lord, holy and true, will You refrain from judging and avenging our blood on those who dwell on the earth?”

11 And there was given to each of them a white robe; and they were told that they should rest for a little while longer, until the number of their fellow servants and their brethren who were to be killed even as they had been, would be completed also.

The Sixth Seal–Terror

12 I looked when He broke the sixth seal, and there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth made of hair, and the whole moon became like blood;

13 and the stars of the sky fell to the earth, as a fig tree casts its unripe figs when shaken by a great wind.

14 The sky was split apart like a scroll when it is rolled up, and every mountain and island were moved out of their places.

15 Then the kings of the earth and the great men and the commanders and the rich and the strong and every slave and free man hid themselves in the caves and among the rocks of the mountains;

16 and they said to the mountains and to the rocks, “Fall on us and hide us from the presence of Him who sits on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb;

17 for the great day of their wrath has come, and who is able to stand?”

The final sentence, Amelia said out loud slowly as the shocking realization of what she had seen was the Horseman of the Apocalypse; Death. The Time lord fell back in her chair practically stunned at what she had just read. But the Horseman did not just bring death…he brought with it something far worse. As she sat back in her chair, she played over again in her mind the moments the rift occurred. The chiming of all her clocks, and then one clock. One..single clock. The clock had marked a moment in time. As the cogs in Amelia’s mind turned, then, it all clicked into place. The very thread of Time itself….had split in two. Amelia slammed her fists down on the chair, and sprang up, sending her small fine china tea cup spinning, and without so much as another word, she bolted from the library, in a race to reach the bridge of her ship. The answer to the question was on that clock. A significant event, had coincided with the rift in Lorewall, the problem was, the damage had most likely happened much earlier in time. Running as fast as her feet could take her, she reached the last stair well, back up to the main deck of her ship, where she burst out the doors, and raced up to her row of time pieces, the clocks of the ages. She passed each one, as they continued to show their hands were moving…all except one.

Amelia stood before it, staring as the hands were going BACKWARDS! The Captain gasped, and tapped the glass dome that covered the clock’s face. But alas, it continued to go backwards, as Amelia shook her head violently. “STOP STOP STOP!” she cried. She dragged her fingers down her face, almost dancing back and forth racking her brain, till finally the ship started to lurch violently, and it seemed the very answer…was coming from the sky itself. The scene came into view, as the TARDIS materialized…appearing once again in of all places..Lorewall. But it was what was being fired down from the heavens. A massive beam of light that rocketed for the Ancient meeting hall of Lorewall. It smashed through the roof, and you could hear the din, and right at that second…the clock chimed.

The true split in time was at this exact moment. The very fabric of the universe having altered to now have the world of Lisega running in parallel lines. But what was the blazing comet like light? There was only one way to find out. Investigate for herself. The Red Flag was hovering just over the Central park of Lorewall, just a few hundred yards from the impressive meeting hall, and she straightened her hat upon her head, with her feathery plumes blowing about gently. The clockwork droids continued to fuss and buzz about her, not at all happy to see her ready to leave the ship so soon. One even latched onto her ankle, and was dragged along, as she tried to reach the side of her ship. Glancing down, she had to physically detach it, and held it up before her face, gazing at it, like a concerned parent.

“I’ll be right back…promise. I have a feeling the curfews aren’t in place….*she took a peek over the side of the ship, and sure enough, people were still milling about.*….yet.” Placing the droid back on the ground, she tossed over the rope ladder and with a whoop, she leapt over the side of her ship, and scaled her way down to the grassy hills of the park. Just as she was about to set off, a dark voice was heard to laugh behind her.

“Ah…if it isn’t the Sweet little Amelia. My my my..how you have grown and…blossomed.” Amelia stopped dead in her tracks, for the voice sounded horribly familiar. “In fact…I’d say you have developed..nicely…my dear.” Amelia turned around, and lo behind her strode a very elegant looking man, in Edwardian clothes, with a large top hat, and swinging a ruby tipped cane. He had a silver fob watch, with a matching chain, that slapped against his vest, as he walked with a graceful air. A wry grin formed upon his grey lips, as he tipped the peak of his top hat, and said. “You saw it too…Captain?” She knew immediately what he meant, for it was possible to also read his mind. “Samuel….only you could be so bold.” The Master shook his finger at her, waggling it back and forth, like a stern school master. “Ah ah ah. Don’t try that little routine…and you of all people should know better than to call me by my name, dear.” he lent forward with a menacing tone, and said in her ear. “It’s Master…even to the likes of you.”

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Captain Amelia growled fiercely under her breath, as the Master walked around her, humming under his breath. “What are you doing here, Samuel? It’s a bit far out even for the likes of you, and I have never known you to set foot on Lisegan soil.” You could practically see the fire in her eyes, as she watched him pace around her. “Me? *he placed a gloved hand to his chest, then chuckled loudly.* Doing what I do best….taking…advantage of the situation.” Amelia narrowed her gaze back at the Master, as he tugged on his silken gloves, looking very smug indeed. “Then you must know about the Horseman?” this remark did surpise the Master…who clearly had no idea what she was talking about. Blinking, he appeared lost. “What horseman?” It now dawned on Amelia…yes, he knew of the split in time….but not what caused it. “I saw the bright light that fell from the sky. Not easy to guess just who that was, now is it?” So full of himself, that his own ambitions blinded him from the greatest event to have occurred on this planet. Amelia took one look up at the meeting hall, then realized, that there was nothing she could do here…what was more important, was going back to see what had happened to the rift. Had it stayed open, and what did this mean…to the war of Titans. She simply couldn’t be in two places at once…and as much as she hated leaving the Master to devices, she had to return…right away.

Amelia patted his vest, and said quickly; “Good luck with that…I have bigger issues…much bigger.” She turned and ran back to the rope ladder of her ship, much faster than she had anticipated. The Master stood there, laughing to himself and waving, with his own mad cap schemes, he wanted to set in motion. Little did he realize, that Amelia was now racing the hands of time once more, to warn the Men of the Stars of an impending apocalypse….that could destroy them all. <3>