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"Odd" The old man double checked......

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The planet was definitely Yasani..... But it couldn't be possible; "I saw it burn.... Teeth grated against teeth. "She should be destroyed...?" The old man closed his flickering screen; the fading text gently filling the room with darkness. Almost Two hundred years now... His voice stammered. Two hundred Years Ago.....

*White Flash*

Bosch strode onto the bridge of the HTW (Hi'kil Temporal Warship) Ya'kil; his eyes narrowed upon the crew of his choice. "Gentleman, we have her. The ship is ours." His lips chanced a quick smile. "Well done everyone."

"Admiral? Our course?" The river blue eyes of Aken Bosch looked up at the stars; his mind paused.

"We have only one port of call gentleman. Yasani Prime......"

*White Flash*

"We are in position sir; primary weapon is charging."

"Have they detected us?"

"No sir."

"Good." Boschs hand rolled along the armrest. "fire at will......"

*White Flash*

"Indran Temporal Warships firing...."

"The weapon how long." Bosch's voice scratched above the impending onslaught.

"Matrix igniting now sir; level one Temporal Incursion in progress...." Sparks filled the bridge in celebration as power conduits ruptured and consoles exploded. The directed firepower of the enemy tearing through the hull with ease.

"Damage taken to main reactor... Cascade scenario in process.... Sir! We must abandon ship...."

"Continue Firing Commodore!"

*White Flash*

"Temporal Matrix unstable; the Space Time Continuum is collapsing sir, subspace tears forming all around us."

"Damage taken to primary weapon array, Indran vessels closing."

"From what vector?"

"Every vector Admiral. They're everywhere."

"All hands, Switch to conventional weapons, fire at will, fire all batteries."

"Primary propulsion is offline. Indran Battleship destroyed; Admiral we're losing this fight."

"Concentr...... ?" Bosch was stopped in mid sentence as blue shimmering tears formed all around him; the magical mirrors glimmering with intrigue.

*White Flash*

The lumbering bulk of a Lucifer Super Destroyer ploughed through an opening tear, behind it hundreds of fighters, thousands of warships; a fleet unrecognisable to Terran eyes. "Indran vessels disengaging Admiral, they're targeting the new force."

"Good. Engineering, repair main weapons. I want another incursion...."

Akens eyes slowly opened, the flashback a common terror in his waking dreams. So much lost so quickly... His voice croaked through the stillness. "Still, I have one last thing..."

"What's that father?"

"I have revenge to obtain son." The old man turned his eyes. "We need revenge...."

"Vengeance father, but surely you have had your fair share of blood?"

The old mans eyes widened, no one had ever dared to say such things. "You speak as though vengeance was a crime?"

"Vengeance is perfectly normal father; but when it claims the lives of trillions perhaps then it descends into lunacy?"

"Those people deserved to burn." His eyes glared a bright fury while his hands swiftly opened the last remaining bottle of whiskey. "We done what we had to do."

"You never had to exterminate the Vasudans...."

"They were a threat." His left hand quickly grasped the glass, pouring for a moment he savoured the trickling sound of a fine drink."

"Everything is a threat, does it mean we should destroy it?"

"Son." Bosch's voice calmed slightly. "It is in our nature to defend against any danger, even those close to home."

"Yes, you've taught me that one since childhood." The younger eyes longing back to better days. "Which is why I'm sure you will understand."

Bosch coughed slightly, a small burning sensation eating away at his lungs. "I understand perfectly son." The retired Admiral undone the collar of his shirt. "How long?"

"Two maybe three minutes."

"Just enough time to say our goodbyes." They both snorted. "I'll be seeing you soon you know."

"Most likely father."

The two men looked into each others eyes. Boschs breathing became quick and wheezy; his chest slowly filling with vital bodily fluids. Despite the pain the former Admiral couldn't help one last laugh at his situation. Even here, in this living hell death was still able to follow him; it seemed there was nothing that could escape it. His muffled laughter sparked a small spasm of pain; the firing nerves shaking the old hands.

"Son." The collapsing voice croaked. "Do you know why the destroyers came?"

"They came because they saw us as a threat father."

Aken nodded his head "Perhaps; it could be." Bosch managed a sly smiled. "But I don't believe so. Such a simple reason would be too trivial for fate; no, I think that the destroyers came for another reason....."

"Is there any other possible reason father?"

"There is.... You see, the Shivans, so aptly named after the Hindu God of Destruction attacked our race, seemingly without reason or warning. But I see now that that's not the case.

The Shivans attacked us because of our sin. The destroyers invaded because humanity; and thus the Galaxy had grown too prideful. We saw ourselves next to Gods in amongst the stars. We viewed ourselves as the Galaxies greatest masterpiece, and in turn, viewed life as ours." Bosch downed the last of the Whisky, the last bottle from the Icenis crippled supply cache. "But now I see everything so clearly. My view is unique. Now at the end of my life, I see humanity little more than young fated Icarus; prideful, self secure, but also ignorant of warnings. We as a species have allowed our pride to consume ourselves. We, as a race have become arrogant; only concerned with our own survival. Humanity has flown too close to the sun."

"What is your sin father?"

"My sin." Boschs crippled lungs struggled to cope. The splutter sending a small mist of blood into the air. "My sin is murder." Bosch raised his head and turned towards his son; the young man that would follow in his footsteps. "But do you know your sin?"

"My sin father?" The old man nodded with fond recollection; his son looked just like him. "My sin is not so far away father." The young blue eyes looked across the room at the stricken man, the breathing getting faster the sweat becoming more profuse. "My sin is not pride father, now just like you; my sin is murder." A grin curled along his lips. As Boschs stricken face slid down from the waking world. The man uttering a last sentence.

"I expected better; son."