Sophia Ridge lingered in her locked room listening to her single Tyrant Tear sing to her. Alone she sat Indian style in the first set of real clothing she had worn in months. She resisted disrobing to keep any suspicion of her motives from being questioned. Hoping her Tyrant Tear didn't get too hungry. She forced herself to down Orin's soup just to give the Tyrant Tear a bit of nourishment. She could use the sustenance herself. Now human again her requirements were returning.
Meditating silently so as not to alarm any cameras that might be recording her, she planned a strategy to escape. She needed to find the Elder version of James Ian Pryce before his time and life ran out. For the first time she actually cared what happened to the punk. Knowing he had gotten them home years from now led her to owe him one. Besides, in her dream conference with him he did appear to be really cute as an older guy. She always loved the guys twice her age.
In her meditating she attempts to reach out for James. To talk to him again. In hopes that telling him her escape plan for his approval. What was she thinking? She didn't like any man telling her what to do. Unless she role played. What the hell?
In a huff she opens her eyes and stares at her toes. Maybe it was the loss of her tiny microbial colony and their altering her body chemistry that toyed with her emotions. A tear wells up in her eyes. Sniffing loudly she wipes her eyes with a wrist.
"Not this Chick. Get with it Piper." She sighs abruptly, "I'll save you James. I swear it."
Across the Ganthorian vessel James Ian at age 32's end suspended from his gravitational cross like his past life as Jesus. His own thoughts on what this meant for him. His life torn by the many years he spent with his new family here in Pangaea long before escaping. Their battles were many. Alien hordes. Monsters of all types. Vampires. Trolls. Gods who disagreed with them more than a few times. Lives lost. His own very soon. The clock was ticking in a land that time was unheard of.
As he sulks and observes the two Ganthorian Scientists monitoring his vitals he hears a door open. To his left stepped the Female Harpea. Whispering to her fellow Ganthorians about the arrival of Madigan Ridge. To be on their guard.
James Ian flares his eyes. Maddy was here. Hope arose.
Miles above in the desert Elle Franklin forced her Technoride to shake under pressure. Trying to make up the distance that the Hordakians had on her. James Ian was left in her care and she would not let her Colonel down. Wherever Ruby was.
Desert and debris as far as the eye could see. The terrain becoming sand dunes that might just rival the Sahara. In the corner of her eye she see's something in the distance. Realizing it looked like a missile she wondered. Gaicazar told her how Cameron Scott shot off like a flare. Could this be him returning? With a bit of inspiration she slides open her bubble cockpit and holds on for dear life against the wind. Utilizing her diamond eyes she attempts something she had only thought about. In short bursts she sends out lasers like a signal flare array. Once eight bursts went off she ceases firing and seals her cockpit.
"Let's hope he sees those."
Before she could even turn her gaze forward he was there. Flying beside her like a Guardian Angel. His gleaming rib like armor stunningly beautiful. Glowing white hot and blinding to most normal eyes. Elle Franklin's eyes were far from normal.
"Heat seekers are us. You rang Diamond Lil? Where you headed in this fancy new bike?"
He chuckles soaring as if he had flown like this his entire life.
"Damn but aren't you Hot." Elle smiles, "Glad you caught up with me. Pig like aliens just kidnapped James. I'm in pursuit. Where's Malcolm? I could use his help."
"Few miles back in my Charger. I'll order my car to change course and follow us."
"You certainly gained control over your light powers."
"I know right. All it took was for me to get control. Saving Sabbath was a must. The inner light agreed. Been in perfect control over it since. Crazy but I'm loving it."
"GPS is taking us into the sand dunes. They had a healthy head start. God I hope James is okay. For that matter Ruby. She wrote a note saying she followed the rabbits into Wonderland. Haven't seen her since she left."
"One thing at a time. Let's get the kid. Ruby would tell us he's our priority." Cam points out, "Follow me. Believe it or not I can see heat signatures off their own bikes. I can track them easily."
"On your ass Flyboy."
"Love it when you talk dirty Eleanor." He zips ahead of her but maintains enough lag for her to keep him in sight.
Below on the desert floor Malcolm Brand drove the Charger with speed that should have been impossible in a desert. It was like the tires made everything traction. Leaving diamonds in its wake. Diamonds that faded away into thin air. The radio blaring a rendition of the band America and their song, A Horse with No Name.
Without warning the car switched directions in a blur of thrown sand. It made Malcolm hold on for dear life. The wheel moving for him. The car throwing him slightly off balance. Even with seat belts hugging his waist.
"Sweet Jesus! Don't do that to me." He stares at the dash as if a living being. For the duration he was along for the ride. His journey ending at the edge of a large sand dune. The car refusing to go any further. Unbuckling him and opening the door for his departure. He sat there a moment to comprehend what was going on. As he did Elle lowered her Technoride and motioned for him to join her. His eyes bulged at the sight. Abandoning the car he hopped on the bike and the bubble guard lowered around them. The bike then shot off over the dune.
The 71 Charger shut its door and drove back to the Ganthorian Hilton. By itself. A Horse with No Name indeed. Although Cameron had officially nicknamed the car Hendrix.
"What's going on Elle? Where did we get this fine ass bike?" Malcolm hugged her from behind.
"Alien attackers. They took James. On their trail now. Cam's up ahead."
"Damn! Don't we ever get any down time? We just set Cam's twin straight. Turned Sabbath back into a vampire. Pissed off Gaea. And lost the sweetest Cruise Ship I ever saw. Oh, bunch of cave monkeys too. Maddy and one of them fell through a blue portal like Ruby's rabbits make. Dunno where it took them."
"Just our luck. Ruby's lost too. Went chasing after rabbits all Elmer Fudd like. Left a note for James. She hadn't come home before I left. Let's just hope she does."
He growls as she swoops the bike in fast behind Cam's flight pattern. Cam had come to a halt in the air and just hovered there. Elle reaching him held the bike in place.
"You okay Cam?" Elle calls out.
"Yeah! Just feel as if something around here is tugging at me." He shrugs it off and points down, "Cave system. Looks like Carlsbad on steroids. Dune covering most of the entrance. That big ass Merchant Ship partially in the way. Let's get moving. I'll light the way."
Soaring off Elle stayed right on his backside. Darkness overcame them as they entered the caverns. Even under Cam's headlights. It was eerie. Avoiding stalagmites and stalactites just the same. The road was tedious for certain.
Four miles behind them Greta Winston and the Centurion Antonaeus Gaicazar were flying evenly. She had mastered the balance as long as Gaicazar didn't move about. His weight alone destabilized the bike. Trying not to hurl the Roman looks over the side to see the Dodge Charger careening through the desert. Behind it a trail of diamonds.
"Look down friend Greta. The chariot."
"Looks like it's heading back to the roost. Look at all that shiny stuff. Its leaving us a trail to follow."
"Perhaps. That or friend Malcolm is returning. Should we not stop him and let him know of young James?"
"Right. Hold on to your helmet." She pivots right and heads down toward the car gliding in safely to ride along side the driver. There was no driver. Haunted by the fact both of them glare at each other. Then something dawned on Greta. Gaicazar was holding on to her breasts. Unintentionally. Once he realizes it he releases them and begs forgiveness.
"Stop the chivalry. I told ya'll to hold on to your helmet. Do the ladies look like any helmet to you?"
"Nay. I am unaccustomed to flying like the eagle."
