Drew dropped Katie’s hand and began forming the hand seals to cast frostfire storm; hoping to catch the trolls together before they noticed them. He heard Sarah mutter her buff spells, but his focus was on the surviving trolls and the spell he was trying to cast. JP pushed a magazine into his HK-45, and the click as it locked into place caused all seven of their opponents to look their direction.
Making a mental note that their hearing was excellent, Drew finished casting frostfire storm, catching the creature and four of the trolls in its radius. The other two trolls had been lucky in that their bodies were oriented towards them. They’d pushed off the ground, leaping towards the group. Drew pointed a finger at one of them, but before he could activate fireball, a shot rang out. Red traces of energy trailed behind the bullet, and two rounds impacted one troll in the chest. Fire erupted out of the impact points, consuming the affected troll and burning it to ash in half a second. Drew switched targets, launching a fireball at the last one still alive, burning it alive as well.
The group continued to run, the multihued clouds of the manastorm now visible on the horizon. They had to skirt around the frostfire storm that was still raging, but they were inside past the illusion before the first drops of rain hit.
Daryl must have told those inside that the trolls were sniffing around because they were met with a variety of homemade spears and firebombs. “It’s okay; it’s just us and some friends!” Drew shouted, afraid one of the scared individuals would make the same mistake he made back at the exchange. The former prisoners began lowering their weapons and JP holstered his gun.
Daryl’s voice appeared in Drew’s head as Jholie and Bill began hugging their compatriots. “I’m posted up in a building across the way; I’ll keep a watch until dark, but I don’t think anything will be attacking us during the storm.” Drew held his hand up and waved to Daryl in response since there was no way for him to answer back.
“Alright everyone, a mana storm is hitting, so we’re safe for the next few hours. Anyone who wants to can come to see me and I’ll cast refreshing rain on them. But we’re going to be planning the rescue as soon as we can.” It took a few minutes to sort everything out. Most everyone opted to stay awake to contribute to the plans, though a few, like Jholie, decided they would rather sleep.
As they were discussing sleep, Katie asked him, “When was the last time you actually slept, Drew? Not just passing out from slotting xatherite, but really slept?”
“Before the Advent,” he said without thinking, and it was loud enough that JP and Robbi heard him. Drew winced internally as they looked at him then each other again. Another piece of information they didn’t need to have.
“I think you should sleep too. It can’t be healthy for your brain to be going that fast for that long. Besides with Daryl not here, all the really important planning is going to go on tomorrow morning anyway,” Katie said, and Sarah nodded in agreement.
Drew attempted to protest, but the two women refused to bend, and 30 minutes later he’d taken his boots off and was attempting to sleep on the only couch in the building. It had been somewhat embarrassing how much everyone was willing to accommodate him. He’d saved everyone in the building except for JP and Robbi, and they were all willing to make some sacrifices so that he could get a decent night’s sleep.
Before Advent, he had always had some trouble sleeping, but almost as soon as his eyes closed, he felt like his body had been waiting for this sleep for more than a week.
Drew smiled. He was warm and comfortable, and they were letting him sleep longer than he anticipated, his body waking up naturally. The soft silk sheets of the bed made almost no sound as he shifted.
Wait, silk sheets? He could feel them around him, and he cracked his eyes open. The view that greeted him was not the one he had fallen asleep to. He sat up to get a better view of the scene. Before him, a massive red and yellow nebula stretched out as far to either edge of the viewport as it would allow before being blocked by massive metallic wings. He was in a luxuriously appointed bedroom, glowing polished wood panels and plush carpeting made the room seem more organic, but the viewport and his experience playing space simulators told him that he was on a spaceship or space station.
Was he still asleep? Could this be some sort of dream? He pinched himself but didn’t wake up.
Standing up he realized that the ‘form’ he was currently in was made of some sort of slightly transparent looking plastic that was visibly shifting to his normal skin tone. A body, but not his own. It was a strange realization, reminding him of the replicants in Blade Runner. But before he could delve too far down this philosophical rabbit hole, a chime sounded behind him and he turned towards the wall, where a drawer slid out, revealing a pair of shoes, socks, and a one-piece jumpsuit with the symbol of a shield and spear crossed on the chest. On the shoulder, a rank insignia of an inverted diagonal line was visible.
Not liking the feeling of being naked, even though this form had no distinguishable private parts, he began putting the clothes on. As soon as he’d finished putting on his shoes another chime sounded. He turned again to look as a young-looking human appeared from the other side of a door that had opened without a noise.
“Greetings sir, I’m Themis. I’m here to escort you to the Admiral.” He was holding a small blue glass pane in front of him that looked very much like a datapad would in Star Wars. “If I may say so sir, you’ve caused quite a stir here. No one expected it to take you this long to arrive.”
Drew frowned at the man. The name Themis was familiar to him-one of the minor Greek Gods. But he couldn’t for the life of him remember what his portfolio had been. Horses and rivers maybe? Did that make him the god of travelers? As soon as he came near, the man turned and began leading him deeper into the spaceship. He had decided it was a spaceship instead of a station due to the lack of small craft when he was looking out the view plate.
“Themis, where am I?” Drew asked as he rushed to keep up with the secretary? Steward? Drew realized he wasn’t entirely sure what the man’s job on the ship entailed.
“Oh, sorry Midshipman, you’re on Olympus, the flagship of the Orion-Cygnan Fleet. We’re currently near what Earth astronomers call the Ring Nebula. Although we’re getting ready to deploy against the ninth Elatrin fleet, which will take us closer to the Deneb system. The admiral wanted to talk to you before we were out of range.” Themis replied quite unhelpfully. “Normally this meeting wouldn’t occur for another decade or so, while we waited for you to grow into your powers and be ready to take the Oaths, but the Admiral insisted.”
Drew stopped and stared at Themis’ quickly retreating form. “What the hell is going on?”
Themis, hearing the distance between them increasing, turned around and tapped on the datapad he held before looking up at Drew. “You were notified that you had been granted membership into the Order of the Dragon, correct?”
Drew nodded his head, confused.
“As the local Order representative in this region of the Milky Way Galaxy, Admiral Ares has opted to take you on as a page until such a time as you are eligible for your training as a squire. Due to the unexpected nature of your emergence on a newly Advent’ed dimensional slice, you have created a rather unusual set of circumstances. But the rules of the Order are clear, and the Admiral has determined to assist you in your training, as is befitting an Order prospect of your potential. However, as I said earlier, we are currently readying the fleet for action against an invading Elatrin fleet. The system prevents the Admiral from doing more to assist you until you have reached the rank of Lieutenant-Commander. What little he can do will occur during your meeting with him.”