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A Fall into Finity (Part 2)

Author: rRaminrodt ()
Date: 2000-04-23 00:00:00

Yep, this is it folks. Since the dns is being screwy. For the old half and others of this story arc you'll have to do a search for those posts, sorry :)

A Fall into Finity

(Part 2)

 

The Searcher barely blinked as the sheriff's car sped past him on the road, lights and sirens blazing. In his own mind he thought that he had actually timed his arrival here pretty well. Soon the presence of the Arc would be felt in this world, but now just at the cusp of its arrival he had a chance.

A million variables had played into the situation. He had had to discover the Hybrids natural immunity to the corruption of the Arc. He had to contain the nascent essence of it within him until arriving in this place. He had to find SoulTaker, and regrettably use his long lost friends power on himself. He needed RStefan to be operable and return him to Riptide while delivering some of the information the Spire had stored within his memory banks to the Searcher. Then his plan almost failed when the computers he needed to find the location of the Arc's surrogate, but he had managed. He regretted losing the help of RStefan01, but it was a minor inconvenience.

It was within this small town that the anchor with which the Arc knew this reality lived. The Searcher knew, from experience, that the Damat-Yghurah, the Arc's right hand, would have found this person and taken command of that person's mind through trickery and confusion. With the Damat-Yghurah in this world, it would soon send other things into this plane in order to hinder his progress. But the Searcher was prepared.

^ ^ ^

Psycho Mas was sitting on the side of the road staring up at the gathering dark clouds when rRaminrodt finally caught up with him.

"Darnit, how in the world do you run so fast?" rRaminrodt panted.

"I don't know. The lack of wind resistance?"

rRamin chuckled, "Sounds reasonable. What I wouldn't do for a break right now. I'm so tired."

Mas was about to speak when the sound of gunfire erupted from a short distance nearby. They sprinted over to the spot where a young man was pointing a pistol at someone they both recognized.

The Searcher stood with a hand outreached and two slugs in his palm. Another person lay bleeding on the ground nearby with a bullet in his shoulder. The Searcher turned his head slowly to face the newcomers.

"So, the fiend and the reversed one have come to see what I am doing. I do not mind, as long as you stay out of my way."

Mas started, "What's going on? If you'd stop being so darn mysterious and talk to us we might even help you!"

The Searcher laughed. He was about to speak when a loud crash was heard and a nearby car suddenly flipped over. Startled, everyone turned to face the new disturbance except the man with the gun who began running in the opposite direction.

Behind where the car once rested stood a tall spindly thing. It began to speak.

"Ieanr gzzarsh vackagahn gulth zhsair buhz airkuj…"

The Searcher yelled at the other two, "An Uchrakaghun! Get out of here if you value your lives."

He held out his hands and twin streams of energy sprayed out from them only to dissipate a foot from the Uchrakaghun's body. The creature spoke again in its strange language and flame erupted around the Searcher but he continued his attack unharmed.

Mas grabbed rRaminrodt by the sleeve, "We'd really better get out of here."

As soon as these words left his mouth, the facade of one of the buildings exploded in a thunder of dust and brick and two of the creatures Mas and rRamin face earlier leapt out.

The Searcher paused a moment from his own attack to throw up some kind of shield of energy, and to look at the others. "The Shin-Vekar are after you fiend. You had better run now…" the Searcher half taunted half warned.


Mas unstrapped and pumped the shotgun he had been carrying, rRaminrodt began to unravel his forearms like before, only this time the Uchrakaghun saw this and paused its attack.

Ignoring Mas and his shots the Shin-Vekar ran past him and straight toward the Searcher. The Searcher was totally unprepared for this odd strategy and while unhurt was bowled over by the creatures. The Uchrakaghun jumped up into the air and landed in front of rRaminrodt.

It hissed, "The Damat-Yghurah wishes to speak with its creator."

It grabbed rRaminrodt in its spindly arms and exploded in a violent splash of sickly green light. The shockwave knocked Mas to the ground, and he couln't seem to get up.

A shadow loomed over Mas's face. Then the face to match that shadow appeared. The Searcher put a hand out to help Mas up. Looking around he saw an abandoned street with two dead Shin-Vekar lying on the ground smoking and riddled with holes in their carcasses.

The Searcher frowned, "The Vekar are no match for me. But the fiend, that fool has disrupted things again."

Mas struggled to speak, "I don't understand."

"Nor do I, I can not see what the Arc would want with him since it has already taken these memories of his. But nevertheless, it is an uncertainty in my plan."

"Okay…" Mas paused and reached for his shotgun.

The Searcher grabbed his arm. "That will not help you," he said. Then he placed an heavy futuristic looking gun in Mas's hand. "This will defend you against the Vekar. It was designed to pierce their armor."

Mas shook his head, "I don't understand."

"I want you to help me. One chance to destroy the Arc was ruined today. I will not lose another chance to finish this."

"What are we supposed to do?"

"I must enter the Arc. Then all will be finished. But first I must find that man, the one the Damat-Yghurah whispers to."

"The one with the gun?"

"Yes," the Searcher began walking away. As he strode away Mas turned around to look behind him and saw the man the gunman had shot. There was a huge hole in his chest, where one of the Shin-Vekar had stepped on him. Mas sighed quietly and said a silent prayer, then he ran after the Searcher.

 

^ ^ ^

Daryl sat on a stump in a field panting. His knuckles where white on the hand he held the gun in. Just like the voices said someone was after him now. He was counting birds in the field when the rain began to pour down on him. He felt the urge to run into the nearest building but the voices told him to stay put.

A sudden gust of wind blew past him changing the direction of the rain. A few moments later someone tapped his shoulder. Daryl turned slowly and looked up. A face he had only seen for a few moments stared down at him.

"Hello Daryl, my name is rRaminrodt. The Arc wants to talk to you now…"

^ ^ ^

The rain that fell on Mas and the Searcher was freezing cold, but the Searcher felt like his skin was burning. Every minute that slipped away he lost more control of the Hybrid's soul. It seethed beneath the surface of his mind. Beneath the practiced calm of a million of years of life the Searcher, was panicking. This was the last chance to destroy the Arc. The very last chance.

Lighting lit up the fileld that the Searcher and Mas was slugging though. It illuminated three figures standing before them.

The one on the right stepped forward. rRaminrodt opened his mouth and spoke with the voice of a hundred beings, "The Arc welcomes the one who calls himself the Searcher. I represent the Damat-Yghurah; we have decided to move up your timeline, since you will fail in your mission. There is no need for us to prolong these preliminary actions, after this is done the Arc will be unchallenged."

Mas, unnerved, took a step backwards. The Searcher stepped forward and threw off his cloak and let the rain beat down on his face. "I accept the Arc's challenge."

The Uchrakaghun cocked its head to the side and hissed in its language, "Zja kkeka kleaks ceghev."

rRaminrodt pointed at Mas, "That one does not need to witness these proceedings. The Arc will destroy him now."

The Creature stepped up to Mas, and placed its arms out. Mas was enveloped in an orange field and started to grimace. Through gritted teeth Mas pleaded the Searcher, "Help me… arh… It's killing me."

The Searchers face turned even more solemn but he stood unmoving.

The Uchrakaghun hissed blankly. Mas started to scream, and then above the screaming a large crack was heard. The field enveloping Mas disappeared, and a body dropped to the ground. Around the Uchrakaghun's neck were twisted the cables that made up rRaminrodt's left arm.

rRaminrodt smiled while Mas looked up terrified. "He he. You can't keep me down for long."

Mas nearly shouted with joy, "I thought you were taken over!"

"I was, but that Damat thing wasn't as smart as it thought… I got access to the memories of the rRaminrodt who created the Arc. Lets just say I learned a few tricks, and it won't be bothering us anymore," rRaminrodt chuckled.

Daryl was staring at them wild eyed. "I thought you were on our side," he whined.

"Eh. Sorry to disappoint you."

He was about to speak again when the Searcher began to move. With deliberate slowness he approached the Arc's lackey. He grabbed the man's collar with both hands and lifted him up. The rain made a wet sheen on the Searchers skin, and to Mas and rRaminrodt it seemed like it was almost glowing unhealthily.

The Searcher growled, "Recite the mantra."

"No."

"You will recite the mantra and open a path to the Arc."

"But…"

"Or you will die a worse death than becoming a mere part of the Arc. I will make sure the Deamons of the nether eat your soul for eternity."

Almost in tears he gave in, "Okay, Ill do it. I hope the Arc destroys you forever…"

"BEGIN!"

Daryl began to recite, "Iear vaier uhtier dakant noshzuru kar inb groborta,

shanja-igh thatnaha vha kar uhtier,

swedth nkagh jiaz vaier uhfac pokair gadach.

Iear vaier uhtier hayer jiaz poalgh chachef aorq,

vhac wedch nagib bahz urinchail bachanak.

Feam neathc ashaknaa doatsh,

ingarb vha weloj dianfub Arcagahn."

Then things were quiet. rRaminrodt and Mas looked on in anxious anticipation. The rain continued to pour down, and the Searcher just stood rigid holding the servant of the Arc fast.

Without warning the Searcher dropped Daryl, who began screaming and clutching his head.

"Do you wish to be free of the Arc?"

Daryl only nodded through the pain.

The Searcher held out his palm and placed it against the other mans forehead. He pulled it back quickly as if burnt. Attached to his hand was a small sphere the size of a marble, and as black as black can get. Daryl dropped to the ground, his face splashing in the mud, but then struggled up to his feet and begin crawling away from the trio. The Searcher dropped the ball that stopped in midair above the ground.

The Searcher let out a deep breath and dropped to his knees. rRaminrodt and Mas just looked at each other wondering if it was over. Their silent question was, of course, premature as a deep red light struck out from the hole in space and struck the Searcher. He smiled and disappeared.

^ ^ ^

The Searcher was falling; falling from far above the surface of the dark globe that hung below him. Yet the fall was gentle, as the pull was not gravity but the unnatural physics of the Arc. Then he spied two other falling figures some distance from him. He nearly screamed in rage. This was wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

The Searcher surrendered to madness.

^ ^ ^

rRaminrodt was swearing as he fell toward the surface of the Arc. Mas kept flailing about trying to slow down or take control of his descent. Yet they landed on the surface of the giant thing softly and unceremoniously.

When he was about to speak Mas was thrown back a couple meters. Before them stood the Searcher, not as a human being but as the Hybrid he had held within him.

"Fiend. You and your allies have ruined past and future. I will destroy you!"

The creature that had been the searcher grasped rRaminrodt's neck and began squeezing, slowly choking him. Under excruciating pain, for some unknown reason rRaminrodt saw the Searchers human face instead of the Hybrids. He saw the face, not just of the Searcher; he saw the face of Tridus.

rRaminrodt tried croaking out one word, "Sashie."

As if hit by a strong force the Seacher/Hybrid fell backwards onto the surface of the Arc.

rRaminrodt spoke quickly, "What do you want to destroy, huh? The past? The future? What'd you do, to give up you identity?"

The Searcher screamed, "I let her die! I couldn't save them, the Arc killed the Earth, killed the Spire! Killed my daughter!" He began screaming and crying.

Mas who was silent before, whispered, "Tridus, don't destroy it because you have to. Destroy it because it will let her live again… in this past."

The Searcher looked up suddenly and wailed. Then his arms burst into a bright blue-white flame and he plunged them into the surface of the Arc. The purity of the hybrid ate away at the skin opening a hole into the interior. Before them stood the human, Tridus, and he smiled.

"After so long, being alone I should have realized what the true point of the Search was. Allies."

He motioned with his arm, "Lets go."

The three entered the hole and were pulled to the center of the arc. At the center lay a strange thousand limbed featureless thing attached to the matter of the Arc by a thousand threads.

rRaminrodt whispered, "The Hgoerl. This is what warped the Arc into what it is now."

A voice that was not a voice engulfed them. "SEARCHER. YOU HAVE MADE IT FURTHER THAN THE ARC THOUGHT POSSIBLE. IT IS GOOD THAT THE ARC CAN STILL BE CHALLENED. IT WILL MAKE THE ARC STRONGER."

Tridus spoke, "Sorry, but I've retired that name. You see the Search is over. Its time to die."

"THE ARC LAUGHS. THE ARC IS INFINITE AND INDESTRUCTABLE. THIS HAS BEEN PROVED A MILLION TIMES OVER. THE HGOERL GIVES THE ARC PURPOSE WHILE THE ARC GIVES THE HGOERL POWER. WE ARE PERFECT."

"We'll see about that." Tridus spread out his hands and energy splashed out slamming into the Hgoerl.

The Hgoerl responded by spinning rapidly warping the fabric of the Arc around them and attacking Tridus with darkness. rRaminrodt began to chant and use some type of power to attack the Hgoerl also. It responded in kind.

Mas held back unsure of what to do. He observed the fight and saw that both future Tridus and rRaminrodt were struggling in vain. Every time the Hgoerl attacked them tough the strands that connect it to the Arc separate. A thought began to form in Mas's mind.

Suddenly Tridus staggered back, with a dagger of darkness through his midsection. The Hgoerl began to move to approach Tridus and finish him off, rRaminrodt threw himself at it but was knocked back. Suddenly, Mas ran yelling past the Hgorerl as it hovered above the dying Tridus and leapt at the center of the Arc. He grabbed the connection threads and held on tight.

Suddenly the universe that was the Arc shuddered and disappeared. Then it snapped back into existence. In the center of the Arc, where before the Hgoerl stood minutes before was a large single while pole of energy. The Arc spoke.

"YOU WERE INDESTRUCTABLE. BUT YOU CONNECTION WAS NOT. THE ARC SMILES. HELLO RRAMINRODT, HELLO TRIDUS. THE ARC WAS ONCE THE HGOERL THE ARC IS NOW MAS."

The Hgorel made a screeching noise and moved away from Tridus, suddenly it was surrounded by a blue sphere which began to contract and dragged the Hgoerl out of existence.

"I HAD ALWAYS WANTED TO CONTROL MY OWN DESTINY. THIS WAS MY BEST CHANCE. TRIDUS, YOU HAVE SUCCEEDED THE OLD ARC IS NO MORE. THE ARCS PURPOSE IS NO LONGER TO ABSORB REALITY. I WILL MAKE MY OWN PURPOSE JUST LIKE YOU DID TRIDUS."

Tridus smiled weakly. He stared down at his now whole chest and smiled even stronger.

"YOU ARE LUCKY RRAMINRODT TO HAVE CAUSED THE CREATION OF THE ARC TWICE. IF YOU HADN'T DRAGGED ME ALONG, THINGS MAY HAVE TURNED OUT DIFFERENTLY. I CAN ONLY SAY THAT YOU BOTH SAVED ME ONCE AND I COULD ONLY RETURN THE FAVOR. THE ARC SMILES AGAIN."

"I can only wonder what happened Mas. Are you really okay?" rRaminrodt asked.

"TRUTH IS STRANGER THAN FICTION. YOU HAVE CONFUSED ME ENOUGH FRIEND RRAMINRODT, NOW IT IS MY TURN TO CONFUSE YOU. I WAS ALWAYS PART OF THE ARC, JUST LIKE THE HGOERL. I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW, THAT ITS TIME FOR ME TO FIX THE DAMAGE THE OLD ARC CAUSED."

The arc paused.

"YOU MUST GO NOW. BUT IF EITHER OF YOU EVER NEED ME JUST LOOK FOR THE ARC. GOODBYE NOW."

Then reality snapped.

rRaminrodt and Tridus both stood in the field that they had entered the Arc in. Tridus smiled.

He ran a hand through his hair, "Well. I think I've outside my welcome in this world. The world of the Spire needs to be rebuilt, and since I'm currently out of work, I think I'll apply for the job."

"Even with an extra hundred years of knowledge, I still have no idea what's going on."

"How old are you? 3 million years? Give it another mill, you'll be a bit wiser then." Tridus chuckled, "Life is for living. I kind of forgot that. Don't you, I know you have the capability for it, stick with your friends they'll watch your back…"

"And could you tell Sashie for me, that I love her."

rRaminrodt almost choked, "I will."

He gave a two-fingered Salute and disappeared without warning. rRamin blinked at the sudden disappearance. He walked a few steps and then sat down on the nearby stump. To no one in particular he said, "Dang, I guess my retirement is over."

Notes: Read the epiloge, which effectivly wraps up this 'season' of the storyverse.

Quantum Mechanics Society

A Fall into Finity (Part 2) - rRaminrodt - 2000-04-23 00:00:00
-Okay, that stuff with the Arc kicked major ass, but... - SM_007 - 2000-04-23 00:00:00
--hmm... well here's a quick summary. - Tridus - 2000-04-23 00:00:00
---So what's with the Zerg/Protoss hybrid soul thingie? - SM_007 - 2000-04-23 00:00:00
----You'd have to ask SoulTaker. I don't know much about that. - Tridus - 2000-04-23 00:00:00
-ok that was seriously kick ass. I mean seriously. - Tridus - 2000-04-23 00:00:00