Star Chronicles Reanimation Chapter 13

Chapter 13

"Dorommer, we have to get inside the terminal station now!" Nebuzarack had the door open, ready to guide his fellow survivors to the safety of the terminal. Dorommer was frozen in disbelief of the towering mass of zytids making way for an Abbadon Bruiser Demon heading towards him. “Dorommer now!” Maxarius and Aris had already made inside and Nebuzarack knew he was running out of time for Dorommer to get inside the reinforced Terminal station. Dorommer on the other hand was unaware of the danger, and sprinted forward toward the red mass of muscle marked with the sign of the World eater. He never made it to the Bruiser, because a boot had planted itself into his face. Hurricane dragged Dorommer inside the door and nodded to Nebuzarack. There was little the team could do about Ronjah. He’d have to fend for himself for the time being.

“Curious,” Ronjah mumbled, as he rubbed the strange greenish-blue mold between his gloved fingers. The mold seemed to grow at an exponential rate, as seen clearly on the gloves he was wearing. He had to constantly discharge his bio plasma just to keep the mold from completely covering his gloves. “This is going to take forever,” he sighed as he shot out balls of electrically charged plasma from his hands torching the area around him. As if the flames around him had called them, zytids appeared, slowly crawling toward him in a menacing gait. Ronjah completely hated the vile creatures, especially the taunting smiles exposed underneath what looked like rotting flesh. They were anything but undead though. If the stories were right, they were ambush predators, who mimicked the dead, sometimes lying in the open, or in this case, coming out from nowhere. Ronjah summoned his rifle, manifested from pure everessence, a unique weapon. He aimed it at the beasts and fired a volley of shots. He only hit five out of the thirteen in the swarm. Concentrating, Ronjah absorbed the everessence surrounding him and everything in the area, releasing it as a surge of charged lightning far stronger than he normally could create. The surge obliterated the zytids and the mold covering everything, leaving only Ronjah lying on the ground unconscious.
“Make sure you’re all set before we get going.”
Ilis, now in her field attire, a slick combat skin whose entire top half was covered by a khaki combat vest littered with pouches, and bottom half was a pair of combat trousers, called to Jenniah who was still busy changing out of her ceremonial robes and into a turtleneck sweater and trousers. They had spent 40 minutes climbing over a ledge and hiking their way to an old abandoned farm house. Once there, Ilis activated a secret staircase leading to her cache of weapons and equipment. Jenniah had to admire the Usher Organization’s ability to prepare.  Something in the corner caught her eye. It was a black chest with a white stone sigil on the top. A Doranador supply cache. “You knew we were going to be in this situation didn’t you?”
“Yes and no,” Ilis answered as she slid a clip into her sub machine gun. “I just happened to pull a few strings from some associates of mine to carry a trunk of your equipment from the temple. I hope you don’t mind that.” What’s there to mind Jenniah said as she unlocked the chest.