[240103.12 The Present of the Past]
'To battle my frenzied children, to battle!' Aemhig screamed from atop her lehvethian. The giant steps forward, a bit uneven as its nerve centers are driven only by the detached aggression of its rider, and not
directly by its normal mind. On ward through the white sky scape of non-reality....Aemhig's body continues to walk shakily around the ship. Crewmen who come across her are instantly knocked down and incompasitated by the lethal combat engine-on-auto-pilot. Shortly the body arrives back where
its troubles began: in the Enarrain's quarters, in front of the officer's bunk.
'Where is my saber?' The Fiend atop her mount demanded. The engine shook, as it panned back and forth through the myst and fog of the non-vision. Just barely glinting through, is the inviting straight
blade. A blade large enough for her great destroyer's palm....The Captain's hand reaches out and clasps the end her scabbard. The weapon held inside is but a short sword-- a straight edged half-meter
fencer, but it would do.
'On ward ho!' There was her plan-- *the* plan. One that even her time on the war horse would not allow her to forget. She was here and now, in the past. Unexpected, but the pattern was already weaving itself into her hands: she would be complete and so would her mission: madness be damned! 'Low betide, to the first place of meeting. To drop a rock in the pond and ripples make Empires ends, beginnings, and ends again!' Silently, the Agent slipped out of the ship, and was far away to the
south before the sun began to rise over the warring lands of the Rihannsu clans.
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