Chapter Twenty-Two
Lukas sat in fleet operations and watched Averel’s thoughts as the Goran Scouts reported in. He saw the massive wave of ships moving toward M-87 and knew there was going to be a massive loss of life. He shook his head and looked at the floor. There were just too many. He looked at Averel, “Show me a closer view of the fleets moving in.” The image appeared in his mind and he was stunned at the sized of the giant Legend Ships. They were as large as some moons. He looked at Averel, “How many of those giant ships are coming?”
“There’s one for every galaxy sending ships.”
“Show me one again.” The image appeared in his mind and he saw the giant ship was in the center of the giant fleets accompanying them. All of their Black Warships surrounded them and his eyes narrowed. He looked up, “Are you seeing this?”
The Sentinel Leader said, “I am. The numbers are staggering.”
“You must go to where Pat is now!”
“Why. Those ships have disruptor beams that can kill us, as well.”
“The difference between you and the Legends is you aren’t afraid of acting. Now do as I ask. You owe us this!”
“But…”
“If you are placed in danger, flee. But go there now!” Lukas listened but the Sentinel’s thought pattern had disappeared.
Pat arrived at the residence of the Legends and he swept into the room. He immediately hit thirty of them with an extended piece of his aura and they screamed as they fell to the floor and began withering into a fading blue glow. The Legend Leader screamed!
All of the assembled fleets waited in the void outside the edge of M-87 and saw the approaching tsunami of ships moving toward them. They were still far out of scanner range but the wave was so large it could be seen covering the void as far as the scanners could see. He heard Medley say, “Admiral, all of my family members are here and we are going to wait outside the coming ships. When they arrive, we will go after the Legends in those fleets.”
“That would be good. All ships, go to combat operations. You will hold your positions until I order the attack.”
Julie contacted Chad, “This looks like the end.”
“It certainly doesn’t look good.”
“Are you always this much of an optimist?”
“You should know by now that the fight isn’t over until it’s fought.”
Everyone heard the Goran Scout yell, “In coming ships!”
Jinks jerked his head around to his rear view tactical monitor and saw millions of Green Battleships moving in behind him and falling into formation at the ends of his formation. “Admiral, I hope you don’t mind if we crash this party.”
Jinks shook his head, “The more the merrier. We can use your help.”
“I don’t know how much of a difference we’ll make but we’ll do all we can. You are in command, Sir.”
“Form up on our wings and wait until I order the attack. At that point it will be every ship for itself. The word of the day is fight and survive.”
“That’s more than one word.”
Jinks started and then smiled, “It is, isn’t it. You get the idea.”
“Indeed I do.”
Jinks looked out at his massive fleets and saw millions of force fields activate. “Jester, we’re not going to sit this one out. Every ship will be needed.”
“I look forward to it, Jinks. It’s been a real pleasure working with you.”
“I feel the same Jester.”
The Legend Lord heard the Leader scream and yelled, “WHAT?”
“THE BEING WE THOUGHT WE KILLED IS HERE AND HAS KILLED THIRTY OF US. NOW THERE ARE MILLIONS OF THEM AROUND OUR PLANET!! The Legend Lord heard the death scream of the Legend Leader move out into the universe. Then he heard a single thought as Pat screamed, “COME ON!! COME ON!! I OWE YOU A DEATH.”
His thought was followed by millions of other highly energetic thoughts screaming for them to move faster. They were waiting.
The massive wave of ships rushed up on the combined fleets and Jinks said, “Steady…on my command.” He watched the tidal wave of warships rolling toward him and he lifted his communicator. Suddenly, it stopped…turned…and fled. Jinks watched them flee and shook his head. He had pressed his communicator to order the attack and he said where everyone could hear, “Was it something I said?”
Chad nearly fell out of his chair laughing. He looked at his tactical and managed to say, “Look at your monitor, Admiral. The Legend Ships have fled, leaving their tools behind.”
Jinks looked at the monitor and saw Chad was right. He said over his communicator, “Well, we’re dressed for a party, we have a ticket to be present, and so, we might as well dance. All ships, attack their formations, NOW!”
Scholars tried for years to determine how many enemy warships were destroyed that day and failed. Even examining the million light years long debris field in normal space wouldn’t yield a number. When the Legends fled, every ship they left behind was less powerful than the millions that left with them. The Legends would never allow a tool to build a superior warship. The Alliance fleets ripped into them and the tools were too frightened to do anything but run. If their Masters were frightened, then they knew they stood no chance.
When the billion Silver Ships slammed into the sides of the giant enemy formation, the devastation was total. The Legend Fleets arrived a tidal wave and the ships that managed to make it back to their galaxies were little more than a ripple. Jinks eventually called off the attack and ordered the fleets to go home. Going after the Legends on their planets was something that would have to be planned in advance. The fleets turned and began their journeys back to their respective galaxies.
Jinks returned to Eden to the cheers of millions as a conquering hero and some historians gave him the credit for the incredible victory. But those that later studied the recordings and records knew the truth and the final record was written by them. The Legacy of the Conqueror was written to make all understand that the greatest hero’s greatest trait was mercy. His son followed his example when he led the fleets out to resolve the problem of the Legends.
Epilogue
“I understand the Alliance has added some new members.”
Chris nodded and lifted his sunglasses, “The Goran and Audons have come to like the other members. They have also been well received by the others.”
“What about the Progen?”
“That’s not my problem. The Audons will have to bring them in line.”
“One of the Goran Scouts reported last week that M-86 has kicked off their civil war.” Chris lowered his sunglasses and laid back on his beach chair. “Not your problem, either?”
“Nope.”
“Chris, the Legends are still out there!”
Chris sighed and looked at Allison. Her large belly was bigger than it was the day before. “My job is over. I’ve accomplished the task I was given and I’m finished.”
“Everyone is cheering Jinks and he doesn’t understand the admiration he’s receiving.”
“Don’t clue him in. I’d rather he be the center of attention.”
“But…”
Chris put his finger on Allison’s lips, “I intend to devote the rest of my life spending every waking minute loving you and our children. That is where I find peace. Everything else is just a distraction.”
“The Goran have forgiven you.”
“But forgiving myself is not as easy. Loving you is where I find the most comfort.”