85 - We Are So Fakked

Kyrus grounded the big old male despite his verbal protests, swooping in under a lollipapera tree.  It was wonderful that he wasn’t showing any aggression, though he grabbed one of the flight-sticks spars in his beak and bent it, hissing in frustration the whole time.

*Dad --*

*--not now, stepson.* Ilax answered him, through code.  *Hive Lord Sander, rally your troops.  We need you in code.*

Ky jumped down from the old bull’s back and his own warbird, Tzar, rushed up, complaining, snatching at the control band.  Werfas hit the ground beside him and they sank into code seamlessly, even as they saw Sander call up everyone, from Trovi through to the Milari mountains.  *Prime is threatening to destroy the whole land,* he said.  *We are all enough descendants of owners that we may all enter code, if you follow.  People of Hinnemon, Lainz, Milar, Nadu and Hippifrei are going to war.  Are you with us?*

Ky could feel Hara in code with him and Werfas, even though she was still at the city.  Prime’s threat and his Da’s reaction had changed all the programs, made them all accessible.  He called Tzar into code with him and the Old Man muscled in with him.  *EnDarkened...* But the warbird stood back, with Tzar and in code they had enormous wings that could fly with, lift them up.  Hara and Werfas were on FireDrake One already roaring.  Hive Lord Sander was Da's banner carrier.

Old Man grabbed him by the back of his encoded pants, flung him onto Tzar and then he soared up to fly up into rank behind Da and Ilax.

*

“Mom! What are you doing! Mom!”  Terry and Alissa were flattened in their seats, held in place as Mom, with Station’s actual, physical brain in her foreclaws, blasted out through the imposed lock down and out onto the surface of the moon, with Immoderates on air-bug swarming after her.

*Don’t bother her right now,* Agadore said. *We’re busy.*

Prime was still screaming his shock and his outrage and with Mom’s breaking of his security shell, the CEO had again managed to vanish.  At least the spot where she’d been was empty.  The one image showed the military shuttles, again online, swivel their guns around to bear on the door, where the strike shield had slammed shut. “Stop it!  Get Station back!”

In code Kyrus and Ilax and their forces screamed a battle cry and Prime rose up from his coded throne and grabbed fire ad lightning from his security dragons, leading them, flinging Levin fire at Kyrus who mandered up a shield before his charging army.

*

Darcy stared up at the clouds, hands lowered, heard Haig gulp and someone else said ‘Oh fak me, we’re all fakked.”