The Carlson Chronicle Chapter 1
Chapter 7

11-Oct-2328

These last 5 or so years had seen Amy and Alex plotting, planning and relaxing. He kept her on Trike as now wasn’t the time for children to be thrown into their collective midst, so while he and Lorelei got a considerable fleet built to hopefully deal with the Garshans, she helped him to train his Raw Talent side. To ask her later, she’d say she nearly regretted training him, until one day, in late 2328...

Amythyst was really getting tired of picking herself up off the ground. His power was unbelievable. Stuff she threw at him, he seemed to absorb and hurl back at her nearly a hundred fold. And he didn’t even have any Mage gear! And now her gear was in near tatters, ripped and torn just about everywhere, her left breast exposed for all the station to see, even though this area was completely devoid of any type of surveillance equipment, a requirement when you really don’t want to advertise that you can work magic.

Standing up, she began tapping the mana that surrounded her, while he stood where he had been standing these last few minutes, not 30 yards away, while Jett, Leo, Flow and Ericka sat about 100 yards away, just in case something bad happened. They all had the gene or were already eternal (In Ericka’s case), but Alex felt it best if they not become eternals just yet.

Casting her a glance, he waited to see what type of magic she was prepping, trying to decide whether or not to simply counter it, or channel it. When Jett flashed her boobs at him, that broke his concentration but good, considering her absolutely gorgeous pair, black fur covered and full near to bursting, the fireball that blindsided him, blew him nearly out of his boots. Amy then collapsed where she stood, exhaustion finally getting the best of her.

Waking on a featureless white plain, Alex looked around until he saw an older man in gray robes. His grizzled features seemed to speak volumes as to the amount of time he’d been alive, and of the things he’d seen.

“You must be Garrett. I’ve read a lot about the ‘Three’. You’re the Gray one. To be honest, I know more then I probably should, despite what you may want or not want me to know.” He answered, a little bit more cryptic then he wanted.

“So, just what do you know?” Garrett asked, gauging his response, attempting to determine how much of a threat Alex posed to himself and his accomplices. Watching the elder Kanin for tells, Alex spotted what he thought was barely concealed rage.

“Everything. It’s a blessing at times, and a curse as well. How do you want to end this?” He said in a barely audible whisper. Garrett froze in his tracks. Quickly, he set up wards versus various schools, while summoning Maximilian and Everett for defense. Alex smiled.

As Max and Everett appeared however, Alex spun, hands clasped close to his chest, then extending them in a palm up, fists opened motion, expelling a collection of force the likes Garrett has never and never will see again. The gathered mana coalesces as a form of force ball, like being punched in the face by concentrated gravity. Garrett’s head bounces twice, landing beside Max, who draws a sword, modeled after Roman broadswords, and charges Alex.

Dropping to one knee, he simply sheeps Max, catching his falling sword, and using it as a focus for a lightning bolt of immense power. Everett replaces himself rolling and writhing on the ground from the massive electrical discharge, the sword slicing through the air, beheading the sheep that wandered a little too close to him.

Casting aside the blade, he takes a deep breath, as though he were about to inflate a large balloon, and casts an air creation spell inside Everett’s chest.

The white wizard explodes, covering everything around him in blood and gore...

Amy sat on the ground, cradling Alex’s head in her lap, as first Ericka grabs the side of her head, then an intense pounding rips through the small mage’s brain, followed by Leo then Jett. Alex awakes with a deep intake of breath. His head is pounding also, but before he can say a word, Amy’s mouth is covering his...

“Wow! Professor! I had no idea! Did you forsee any of this?!” Iris asked, staring at Alex and Amy through their viewing globe.

“I must say, he is accomplishing things far faster then he ever did in his previous life. It appears you stand vetted and corrected my dear. Cygna and her people were indeed horrible distractions. If he sticks to the plan he and Amythyst have laid out, I dare say the Garshans will be eradicated by 2500, and the Vor’Gosh not long afterward. And that my dear, will be a glorious day for us all.” Mannis said, pulling Iris closer and pulling the sheets over top of them, her giggling at the attention he lavished upon her...

Breaking off the kiss, with his new friends standing above him, Alex reaches up and pulls Amy into another long kiss. She breaks apart from him a few moments later.

“Glad I have you on Trike.” He said with a smile.

“Well, it’s not like I was going to conceive a child until your gene was activated. Besides, why did you stick me on Trike all this time?”

“Accidents happen in the shipyards all the time. I didn’t want to worry that I might get caught up in one, come home, ravage you and get you preggers.”

“So, should I go off it now?”

“Nope. As I said before, now isn’t the time. Let’s deal with more pressing issues, before we try for a family, ok?”

“Ok then.” She replied with a chuckle. “With the Three now gone, at least no one will be coming for our heads in the near future. Let’s get back to the ship. I’m pretty sure there’s a message waiting for us.”

And to the ship they went...