Chapter 7

Ouroboros: Part 1

Two days before Mara’s royal ball.

Zeta Remeda System.

Homeworld of the Zemedians.

They said he came out of the blue. No ship was found, nor any other way in which he could have arrived. He appeared and asked for an audience with the Zemedian leaders, after murdering three of their guards without any weapon, he was granted it. The stranger was taken to the counsel’s hall.

                -I’ll be quick. You don’t want anybody near this place, and I get it, but you have something I need. – the stranger said without taking a seat.

Everyone present on that moment felt unsettled, some reached out for their weapons, others, after witnessing the abilities of the stranger, decided to avoid hostilities.

The stranger raised his hands, trying to explain that hurting any of the ones present wasn’t his intention.

                -Recently it came to my attention that one of your patrols was seen on a Med Bay on planet Dema. One of the users was hurt in combat. A fight in which part of… -

The stranger stopped for a moment, he took a tele transmitter from his belt and turned it up.

The transmitter showed the Excelso leaving the system, while the ship that was sending the information was nearing Dema.

The stranger sighed. After that, he went on.

                -One of my colleagues was severely affected by the fight. The damage was so extensive that we haven’t been able to locate every part of his brain. – he said, just before letting out a nervous chuckle.

                -That’s why you came here stranger, for vengeance? I shall remind you that you were the one who ended three of our own. – one of the members said while taking out his gun.

The stranger lifted a finger, immediately deactivating the Zemedian’s weapon.

                -Everyone in this room knows you’re all incapable of hurting me as of now. Please drop that toy before I bathe the skies with the purple of your blood. he said while finally seating down.

The attempt against his life finally gave him the peace he was looking for since he arrived. While everyone in the room stared anxiously, he snapped his fingers and continued.

                -I apologize, I haven’t expressed myself in the best way. It’s the helmet and the suit. The melodrama takes over me sometimes. – he added while pointing to his mask.

                -I didn’t come seeking revenge or anything as worthless. A small group of your people took out one of my colleagues. A force like that won’t go unnoticed by me. -

The Zemedians calmed down, they finally understood his real purpose.

                -My name is Ouroboros, leader of the rebel faction RVN. I seek to hire you to destroy the political and social order held by the current empire. I offer as much wealth and land as you can wish on top of that full control of the entire economy the current government possesses. – he said while looking again at the tele transmitter.

Después de la propuesta, varios de los miembros comenzaron a debatir.

After the proposal, many of the Zemedians started to debate.

                -The Zemedians won’t be dragged to a parasite’s private war. –

                -The resources this man has to seem to be vast, maybe eternal. –

                -Our people don’t have enough numbers. –

                -We’ll oppress the neighbor planets; the stranger seems to have the tools for the task. -

Ouroboros enjoyed the debate, killing three Zemedians was all it took. He knew that the race considered themselves superior to any other, their ego and honor of the race immediately force them to respect any who could best them.

                -What is it, then? – the oldest one asked, interrupting the thoughts of Ouroboros.

Ouroboros turned to him, tilting his head showing his confusion.

                -What is it that you gain from this? No man is capable of being as generous with profits as you promise. –

                -Justice. – he replied without hesitation.

-And how do we know you are trustworthy? When will we see your compromise young man? – the old man asked. While hearing his words, the whole room stood silent.

Ouroboros stood silent for a few seconds.

                -Give me three days. – he said while standing up.

                -In exactly three days I’ll come back with your answer, old man. -

While leaving, he took the tele transmitter. The man on the other side of the screen, his henchman Stretch, saw him.

                -I saw their ship leaving when I arrived. They paid no mind to my arrival. –

                -There was no reason for them to do, Stretch. In their eyes, you are a simple local. -

Stretch entered the Med Bay, asking about the famous human, Dorian Neverender. After a few minutes, he came back to share what he learned.

                -Two days ago, he arrived, the princess pregnant, they were twins. – Stitch reported.

Ouroboros stood quiet, starting to tremble. A mix of anger and pain exuded from him.

                -Where are they heading to? – he asked angrily.

                -Home, boss. – he replied instantly.

Ouroboros walked to a pile of rocks on the floor. While moving the rocks, he revealed his method of transportation, a personal teleport device.

                -The Zemedians wanted proof of our conviction. We can fix both problems at once. I’ll go recover the pieces of Elho, those that we missed. Head up to Mara, keep a low profile while they’re there. – he told Stretch while activating the teleport.

-An old man told me about him. He said they would stay two days. Then they’ll return to a place he doesn’t like. – he replied while heading towards his ship.

                -Earth. –

After the jump to the other side of the galaxy, Ouroboros proceeded.

                -Earth is off-limits. It’s a week’s time between Mara and her. –

                -Boss? – Stretch asked concerned.

Two days went by. The day of Mara’s royal ball.

System Mara.

                -A Neverender joy. – Dorian thought to himself.

While his family and he enjoyed the ball, Stretch finally arrived at the planet.

                -Are we good to make contact? – Stretch remembered asking Ouroboros.

Stretch, once inside, sneaked into the hangar where the Excelso was parked.

                -Whatever it takes Stretch, it must be done. – he thought to himself while bribing one of the guards.

                -Quickly and silent, our moment has finally come. he reminded himself of while fighting the guards he couldn’t buy.

Under Mara’s moonlight, three guards were killed. Their bodies were never reported.

The next day, when the Neverender family was ready to leave, Ouroboros returned filled with determination.

Zeta Remeda system.

Twenty years after Mara’s royal ball.

When he arrived, he was greeted as a friend, since he had promised an enormous gift for the Zemedians.

Once he arrived at the hall, he took a seat and showed off his tele transmitter.

                -You wanted to see my compromise. – he stated while the transmission started.

                -Are we gonna see the granpas tomorrow? – Noah asked, he was being listened to through the transmission.

                -Earth is a little further than that. – Arana replied.

With the press of a button, Ouroboros let them see the interior of the ship, inside the cargo pit of the Excelso, lay a tele transmitter, alongside it a bomb.

                -I give you, mighty Zemedians, the golden family of the Mara empire. – Ouroboros said while taking the trigger out of his belt.

                -Don’t rush son. I promise you; this trip is gonna be fun. – Dorian told him, oblivious to the danger behind them.

The Zemedians stood silent, waiting for the moment in which Ourobors acted.

                -Any objections? – he asked, savoring the moment.