- May 3, 2026
Sunset: Heroes of the Milky Way (Chapter 32)
Alloya Ra’non
Godly Forms
“Oh no…” Tolk trails off.
I tell Martine, “Now, now is the time to play the recording.”
The Riverti man looks at me with sullen eyes. He gestures towards the screen as he questions, “Is that really the best idea right now? The guy, he just died, literally seconds ago. There is going to be a panic, a riot maybe. There’s—”
I interrupt him. “This recording is Prime Minister Lamberine admitting to controlling Womby. This will give people someone to hate, someone to rally against. Even if he’s not behind this,” I know who is, “he deserves to be punished.”
Martine tries to level with me. “Listen, I understand that. I listened to it, and I somewhat understand that he is controlling our Guardian. Whether through blackmail or something else, that’s just wrong,” then he hesitates, “but I don’t think this is the best way.”
“What other way is there? When else can this information get out where everyone on the planet will hear it?” I reason. “And let me be clear, you play this, or it’s your life.”
In truth, I couldn’t leave either here alive for someone to know I had them play it. Another secret to take to the grave.
Hideo TriVi Die-Ve Eron
Rom just….?
Clay or Alloya, either one, both of them. This must have been them.
As everyone around us panics and rages, I see what they must have been going for. The Watree want to fight. I hear panic from the other side among the Riverti, and sense the Watree storming the stadium and start trashing the place. Their hero, their champion, their last hope just died on TV, in a way that cannot be anything but foul play.
Then there’s the very large problem next to me. Aleti, she is taking my power again, in greater quantities. I keel over again on the floor, only able to listen, but I can’t even speak.
The Reeky-tites, Sevine, they all try to calm her down, but she doesn’t hear anything. I understand this rage after losing someone. No one can reach Aleti now, we have to get away.
I hear the speakers, they come on, but they sound like a recording.
“Why don’t we go around back to the original question? Why am I doing this?” the voice asks over the speakers. That voice, it is familiar. Then it continues further. “It’s fun making all the people do what I want, being able to get away with whatever I want, but making all you self-titled ‘heroes’ run around in rage brings me more pride than I could have thought.” It has to be Lamberine. Who else would say stuff like this?
Then thankfully, or terribly, someone else recognized the voice. I don’t know who, or even where this started, but the Watree somehow know who is the voice on the speakers. They grow angrier having to listen to the voice that leads for their oppression.
The speaker continues, “You Guardians don’t truly understand what is to have power. You have it, but you don’t use it properly. You’re slaves to your own morality, and allow yourselves to be so easily manipulated.” Like me, people grow confused over this wording. It is suspicious, and vile in tone, but not yet criminating.
Then we all hear Lamberine put the nail in his own coffin. “It took me one afternoon, no barely fifteen minutes to bring Wombinal to his knees, and he has the ability to destroy everyone on the planet. A being that powerful answers to me; he does my bidding; that’s how you really use power.”
People are not stupid. They can connect the dots and figure out that Womby, the Guardian has not been acting by choice based on what Lamberine just said. That their Guardian has been taken from them, they were not abandoned.
The Watree want revenge.
They start destroying and storming the stadium looking for the Prime Minister. They are going to kill him. They even start attacking the Riverti, claiming they know his whereabouts.
It turns violent quick. I begin hearing violent noises of fists and bones clashing and colliding. People screaming in pain. People threatening, begging, and hurting one another. Is this the revolution what the Captain wanted? I wouldn’t be surprised if this is happening around the planet. The Watree are fighting for themselves, but now the question will be, at what cost?
“Aleti, dear, please!” Pekipsea pleads with her arms around the girl’s shoulders. “Listen to me! We need you! We need to get out of here!”
I hear the swirls of power. Something that is only caused by me when I am about to turn into sound. It is silent, and fast moving, and moves inward. It has always reminded me of a wind gust.
The power is not going to me though. It is going to Aleti. No, she won’t know what to do with it! How to control it. If she does not stop now or shift-
“Aaahh!” Aleti screams as she leans her head back and her arms spasm as they reach to cover her ears, her face contorting in pain. The transformation to sound without already knowing how to be one with it, the pain she may endure is something I cannot imagine
BOOM!
As I suspected, Aleti lost contorl. When she suddenly shifts into sound and disappears, she does not do so without creating a shockwave that sends everyone around her flying, including me.
We all go in separate directions, me flipping in the air. I’m thrown into a seat, but the way I land on it, it’s like my body is being split in half.
I can feel myself slipping under. My body feels numb. My strenght has been drained and I cannot move. I cannot heal. I have been cut off from Yarg. I’m… I’m useless.
As I slip away into unconsciousness I hear the recording add one more thing. Lamberine closes my thoughts off with, “You know Dr. Terra’rork, I never expected such a verbal challenge from you.”
Heh.
Terra’rork
“You…,” Lamberine hisses as he gets up from his chair “I’ll have your head for this! This should be impossible? How were you able to record tthrough our jammers?!”
Everything on the Rango has been supplied by the best of the best. Riverteria hasn’t even achieved space travel, even if he had stolen tech, there’s nothing that can beat us.
And I don’t mean the Regnorian Republic or L.U.G.
I mean Jackal. No technology touched by him can be topped.
But in regards to Rom, I’m just as lost as him.
It… Alloya wouldn’t do this, couldn’t, not to a child.
“I had nothing to do with Rom’s death! I would never!”
‘Something tells me he is more pissed about why the riot is mad at him, and less why the riot even happened, not to say that it isn’t angering him too,’ Titrainan tells me, as if he’s being helpful. ‘Being helpful was not my intention, I assure you.’
“I promise you,” Lamberine says with so much venom in his voice, “you will not live to see the end of this day. I will ruin you for what you have done to me! Wombinal!”
When he yells that, suddenly the woman behind the bar transforms into water, then my friend.
‘Didn’t see that one coming,’ Titrainan admits. ‘Why is his demon not blocking me out?’
Lamberine puts on that sinister smile. “Wombinal was able to learn many things once he was only listening to my orders. Teaching him how to transform, easiest thing in the world, making a double, simple. The Hydroninad was my last project before you all showed up.” Then he turns to Womby who has walked up beside him like a robot. Lamberine orders him, “Why don’t you show him? Kill your dear old friend.”
Womby starts walking towards me as his arms shift. I plead, “Womby please! Don’t do this! We’re friends, brothers. I know you can fight this! You are stronger than whatever he has done to you!”
Womby slings a water whip at me and I flinch and shut my eyes tight.
The whip never comes. I open my eyes, and the water blade, whose tip is now ice, appears to have stopped at my face, shaking. Strain is present on Womby’s face as he fights to stop himself from hurting me.
“Wombinal!” Lamberine screams. “Kill him now!” Then he shakes his head in rage. He calms down and puts his hands to his face. He wipes it, and attempts to wrap himself back together. Coolly now he orders, “Targent.”
Womby instantly resets and resembles himself, bring his whip arm back to place.
“Destroy Terra’rork. Destroy as many of your fellow Guardians as you can,” Lamberine commands. Womby immediately spreads his legs out and his arms start to form whirlpools to hit me with.
Lamberine raises his hand as if he is raising a glass. He adds one last thing. “Might as well get as many of you out of our way, salvage what I can.”
Our?
‘Oh dear,’ Titrainan gasps.
Then Womby blasts my side of the room with a whirlpool of water from his body. It floods everywhere, crashing into my side, picking me up and slamming me through the window.
I’m lucky as a Techanot, that my exterior is mostly unfeeling rock, but as I roll, I can feel the very exterior that protects, crush the important bits of my within.
I go crashing down into the seats, falling on some people. Those injuries will be on me and Womby.
I’m boulder with the way I pulverize everything in my way, feeling everything as I’m propelled into a rolling motion, stabbed by broken seats with no hope of stopping. Then I go off the edge to fall into the water between the arena and the stands, only for the water to shoot up from under me like a geyser!
SWOOSH!
I’m at a loss as my body wildly flies through the air.
Small hands grab hold of my back, stop me mid-air, and move me right side up. I am laid down gently to the ground. I shift quickly to see my savior.
“Oh thank you, Clay!” I tell him.
He just nods.
We don’t get a moment to talk as water starts swirling around the arena. I look around and I see Rom’s body still just laying there, motionless, deformed.
“Terra’rork!” Clay calls to me. “You need to get back, you can’t help me.”
I try to look up to see as to why he would say that, then I see the spikes pop around the side. “No,” I mutter, knowing what comes next.
This serpent, circles around the arena, slowly as it surrounds its prey. Its head rises and I know for sure that it is made of water.
The Hydroninad form.
Clay tells me, “I’m sorry, Terra’rork, you won’t like what comes next, but I’m the only one here who can stop him right now.”
I turn to plead with him, “Don’t transform to his level, Clay! You’ll only make things worse!”
“It’s our only chance,” he tells me. Then he looks me in the eye, with a face of sorrow I have never seen from him before. “I’m sorry. Please get back.”
Then Clay walks forward to face a monster of the sea, and transforms into a monster made of light.