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I’ll never have to see her stupid face again, hear her call me himbo one more time, nearly get killed by mercenaries or criminals over something stupid. I’ll be free of Scout once and for all. After we get divorced of course. If that didn’t make any sense to you, same here. Now, onto the thirty year treasure hunt and buried treasure. 

By some medium size miracle when this started to go wrong Scout and I weren’t in a full sprint. It was more of a creaking feeling of dread, like a leaky tap of suffering.

“Just act normal. Don’t be suspicious.” I whispered suspiciously.

“Then stop looking over your shoulder every half second, himbo.” Scout whispered back. 

“Good God, if it’s your fault that I’ll get banned from the museum I’m gonna be the one to shoot you at the end of this month. None of the stuff here is even stolen, they have alien dinosaur skeletons, this place is awesome!” I whispered directly and percussively into her ear. 

“Shut up nerd.” Scout whispered back in my ear. 

“Oh, now I’m a nerd? What, I thought I was a himbo? Can’t choose, huh?  Pick one, horny.” I grabbed Scout's horns and politely pushed her away. 

“Say the riddles again.” Scout laughed. 

I sighed, and I also swore. Swore that whoever made up the stupid riddle was now my mortal enemy and will one day get pants by my hands. “What is the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of every end and the end of every race?” I recited from a nonconsensual memory. 

“E.” Scout replied bitterly. 

“What starts from the same point, but one lives while the other dies?” I droned on. 

“Midday or midnight.” Scout pointed at the fancy stained glass skylight, it was near midday. 

 “What do men bargain for that can never be sold?” I groaned, finally done with that stupid riddle.

“Time.” Scout spun around like her hands wanted to touch everything in the museum. “Took us three tries, the last two times we nearly got killed, but we got there in the end!” Scout’s words echoed a bit too loud, the only person there was the janitor sweeping the floor. An older one of those lion looking fellows, with a few silver streaks of hair in his mane. He looked up and chuckled slightly at the two idiots before him and had a familiar look in his eyes that I couldn't quite place. 

“Oh the joys of an adventurous youth.” He laughed in a deep rumbling voice.

“Sorry. Scout said awkwardly and scurried back to me. 

“Wait.” I whispered back, I pointed at a squad of people in a section ahead of us. They were ‘looking’ at one of the artifacts in a glass case, and by ‘looking’ I mean casing the joint. Trust me, I’ve broken into enough places to know the difference. Legally. Private investigator. “I don’t think we’re the first to figure it out.” I sighed. 

We slowly made our way to them and did our best to pretend they didn’t have guns and outnumbered us. We walked past them. A hand gripped my shoulder. I reached for my own gun, another hand stopped me. I looked over and saw the Scout also wasn’t able to take out her gun. We were turned around forcefully. 

In the middle of the six large guards was some tall Link like Scout. Dragon-like horns, charcoal black, and a leg sized tail, the same black. With long hair, but her eyes were different from the other Links I’ve seen. Instead of the usual whirlwind of fire as the color, it was a storm of the hues of gold and luxury. 

“What took you so long?” The golden eyed woman asked. We were let go, but the guards already rested their hands near their guns. We stood in front of her, she took away the option of running away screaming, how rude. “Where is it?” She crossed her arms.

“Where’s what?” I shrugged.

“You know us criminal types are friends with each other right? We have tea sometimes, I’ve been warned about you and Scout. I know even though you’re outnumbered and outgunned you’ll find some loophole, outsmart me, or convince my guards to turn against me. Which means you’re clever, so you probably know where it is. So, just tell me, I know you want to feel clever. We’ll even split it, three ways.” She stood her guards down. 

“Oh, okay.” I looked at Scout to make sure I was hearing it right. Scout looked confused but had no objections. “Oh! ‘E’.” I screamed. 

“Sorry about that, I think all the head injuries have finally gotten to Theseus.” Scout instinctively said. 

“We’re in the east wing of the museum right?” I looked up at the stained glass skylight and ran over to it. 

“Midday or midnight.” I continued and stood right below the skylight. “What is the beginning of eternity, the end of time and space, the beginning of every end and the end of every race? If we’re being technical ‘E’, we’re at the east wing. If I look east.” I turned east. I saw a giant alien dinosaur skeleton. 

“What starts from the same point, but one lives while the other dies? I mean, we’re on the same planet where the dinosaurs went extinct, but the Caelums didn’t. But that could also mean a day.” I watched the sun go to midday, and through the stained glass, and perfectly shone a light on the skeleton. 

“What do men bargain for that can never be sold? Time. I mean of course the treasure is at a museum! Think about all this stuff, paintings, artifacts, stories, whatever, it’s how we try to bargain. Humans, Aliens it doesn’t matter, we all do it, and a museum is a perfect place to prove it, how eventually it will all be lost to time.” I admired the skeleton. “Wait time. Time, oh freaking of course time!”

“The treasure hunt, it’s been thirty years, and it said that in the thirtieth year it could finally be revealed. We thought it was only one riddle, but it was actually three in one. We tried finding it in the clock tower, saw the sign for ‘The Midnight End Times’ and thought it was there in the basement that connected to the abandoned metro tunnels. We were wrong though, if we looked a little farther east we would have seen the museum at midnight, the lights in front of it shining on statues. Copies of ones almost lost to time. Don’t you see it?” I looked at the guards, the golden eyed woman, and Scout just slightly behind them. They stared blankly at me. 

“Did you hit your head again when I wasn’t looking?” Scout asked me. 

“Thirty years, three final riddles, three attempts, this is our final one. We had to make those mistakes, even the map that we thought was useless at the top of the clock tower, the tunnels were empty but the direction we took actually matched the map, now that I’m thinking about it.” I nearly jumped in excitement. 

I remembered the map, and finally walked towards the skeleton. I followed the exact route of the map just in smaller steps, until I was meant by a door, a perfectly ordinary one. With a clock right above it. I read the sign out loud. “East Wing Artifact Storage. Authorized personnel only.” I laughed. 

“Wonderful. You really are as smart as everyone says you are.” The golden eyed woman said. “Kill him quietly.” She lightly tapped her guards. I threw my hat at the nearest one. Seven silent gunshots briefly filled the air. Then loud swears, as the guards and golden eyed lady forcefully humped the ground with taser rounds sticking out of them. 

“Please, like you’d actually split the treasure with us. I just needed to distract you long enough for Scout to get behind you.” I smiled and picked up my hat. 

“So it isn’t true, the treasure still can’t be found.” The golden eyed idiot stuttered on the ground as all her muscles tensed. So incredibly and cosmically frustrated. 

“Actually, I was just making up crap at the start but by the middle…” I trailed off and looked at the door. “You want to pick the lock, Scout?” I asked.

“Please, I already did all the work today.” She laughed. I walked over and picked it in a few seconds. I opened the door to a temperature controlled room, with dark walls accentuated by the dim lights. It was well taken care of, but had all the makings of a dusty old library. Its walls lined with shelves and carefully tagged pots, paintings, cups and other wonderful things. 

When I opened the door, the light shone in it, pointing out a small, mostly unremarkable wooden chest on the floor. Buried as it were, not under dirt like I hoped for, but instead paperwork, old boxes, just as hidden as anything in the ground. 

“If I was going to hide treasure, the museum would be the perfect place. Hidden among numberless, priceless things. You could even work here to keep an eye on it.” Scout ran over to the box, as did I. 

“Oh the joys of an adventurous youth.” We heard a laugh in a deep rumbling voice. A man shaped shadow blocked the sun. We both turned around and saw The Janitor standing in the door frame. “Part time, the other half, treasure hunter.” I finally recognized the familiar look in his eyes, the same one Scout has, that I have, his spirit of adventure. So much for mortal enemies. 

“Well, you don’t happen to have the keys on that ring?” Scout joked and pointed at his massive key ring. He tossed it to us, Scout missed the catch, but I recovered. I noticed in the slew of modern keys, one single old bronze key. Scout finished taking off everything on the treasure chest. 

We both smiled at each other like five year olds. I unlocked it and slowly, nervously we opened it together. 

“So what are we gonna do with it?” I asked and sat back. Giggling to myself. Scout looked down at the chest full of jewels, gold, pearls, trinket, jewelry, and countless other things. She reached to pick something u...

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“A friend’s loyalty is valuable, but an enemy’s respect is earned.”

Samalk thought of the quote his grandfather told him many years ago. He remembered the times they sat by the window and him listening to his stories, his advice, his triumphs and failures. He remembers the day he died, the sun behind his back as he held his grandfather's cold hands, his peaceful face, the white nighttime garments he wore, the smell of wood and scented candles. He does not know why he remembered.

His train of thoughts got interrupted as an arrow whizzed past his face. He ducked down to avoid 3 more. 2 bounced due to his armor, but one hit him by the shoulder, slipping between the plates. He cried in pain. He noticed his horse wheezing, he knew that it would not last long. A rider to his right, a spear in his hand. Samalk braced himself to dodge the spear. The rider threw it towards the horse, hitting it in its neck piercing through. Blood gushed from the wound and the horse fell launching Samalk meters forward.

Samalk tumbled forward, the ground fast approaching, he braced himself, tucking and wrapping his tail around his body. The impact sent jolts of pain as he tumbled to the ground. Dazed and confused he saw his horse trying to stand as its life slowly seeped out. Samalk tries to stand, pain reminds him of the arrow that found its mark. His pursuers surrounded him, like wolves to a wounded deer. He draws his sword, gripping it with both hands, ready to fight to the death.

The horses of his pursuers suddenly stopped in their tracks, they tried to gallop their horses forward but the horses would not budge. Samalk turned around, a dark forest, pitch black as the night sky, and no rays of moonlight despite the full moon and clear skies. The wind sent whispers as it flowed through the forest. The trees were huge, their trunk the size of much greater than most..

Samalk sheathed his sword and, on all four, ran towards the forest as fast and far as his legs could take him. His pursuers dismounted their horses and ran after him. He could hear them running, breaking twigs and crunching dead leaves. He did not know where he was going, but he did not stop.

Soon only the sound of the forest surrounded him, the swinging of leaves and the soft whispers of the wind. He catches his breath, with his legs shaking he slumped down beside a tree. As he did, he recalled what brought him here. The burning of his home, the death of his family, the betrayal of the people he served, who he put his loyalty and trust in. Anger boiled inside him.

A sound of twig breaking broke his trance, he scanned his surroundings. He noticed antlers, a deer he thought hiding just behind a tree. He sighed in relief, but as he looked again, 2 predatory eyes stared at him. He froze in fear, an ancestral instinct from their days of being prey, he unsheathed his sword and took a defensive stance, pointing the tip of his sword towards whatever was in the shadows. The trees shifted letting the moonlit sky shine briefly towards the both of them.

It was small, short, a child no doubt he thought. On its hand was a basket of mushrooms and flowers. Samalk noticed the basket shake, it was afraid. Samalk slowly retreated his sword just in time for the moonlight to shine on the child. Its pale white skin, emerald eyes and the lack of fur or scales, and the five fingered monsters that his grandfather often described to him. He had found them, the ancient enemy of all, warriors whose prowess were unmatched, the only monster his old hero respected, Teranians.

As swift as wind the child turned and ran, “Wait!” Shouted Samalk, sheathing his sword he followed the child. The child was fast, dashing through the underbrush nimbly, the likes he had never witnessed before. The child moved like a ghost, disappearing then reappearing further ahead. The thick underbrush made it impossible to navigate, and soon he lost sight of the child.

Samalk slipped out his forked tongue, sensing the smells around him. He found one that belonged to the child. He followed the scent for a while, but it would soon be overpowered by many smells he knew. He saw smoke from afar, he approached with caution. His intuition was right, his pursuers had caught the child, an unfortunate turn. The child was safe and silent but tears flowed from its eyes. He was tied to a stake rammed into the ground, in the center of the encampment. The pursuers were happily chatting and laughing. He could distinguish some words spoken, ones that stood out was, “slave” and “coin”, no doubt they intended to sell the child.

He turned around, intending to leave the child’s fate to the gods. It was not worth the trouble, if he gets caught, all his progress would be for naught. He started to walk away but could not, he remembered his mother’s words, “A true noble protects the weak and defies injustice”, the memories of his own children rushing through his head. He thought about it hard, he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, he decided.

A dogman was patrolling the perimeter, a torch in hand and a spear on another. He heard a rustle in the grass and smelled the air, his nose was useless, there was something in the forest messing with his senses. He shined his torch towards the noise, a patch of grass rustled but as he parted it with his spear, a small creature ran, scaring the dogman. The dogman sighed in relief but as he turned around, a sword pierced his throat, green scales and red eyes staring at him in anger. Blood gushed out coating his white fur in red. Samalk lurked in the dark avoiding torches, hiding behind cover careful as to not be spotted. He dispatched 3 more enemies, inching closer and closer to the center of the camp. 

He should thank himself, the amount of warriors in the camp were minimal, most no doubt dispatched to search for him. He was mere meters from the child. 4 pursuers stood around the fire, guarding the child. He could take down three, but he would struggle with the fourth, a bearman, large, intimidating and strong, he would be a challenge. He pulled a dagger from his waist holding it upside down. 

The bearman sensed something wrong. He turned towards the dark, a dagger was already flying towards him. He blocked with his bracers briefly obstructing his eyes. A clash of metal and the sound of flesh followed by a bellowing shout of pain. As he scrambles for his weapon he sees Samalk killing another of his companions. The third, scared and off guard due to the ambush, ran and dropped his spear, where Samalk took and threw it, hitting the poor wolfman right in the neck. 

Samalk turned to the bearman, he reacted too late as a hammer struck him in the chest, denting his armor. He flew a few meters and crashed into a few water jugs. Samalk gasped as the wind was knocked from his lungs. He tried to stand but his chest throbbed in pain. The bearman was on top of him, his warhammer raised high, ready for another strike. Samalk willed himself, rolling to the side barely avoiding the hammer. The hammer smashed the ground with a force that sent dirt and rocks into the air. Samalk scrambled to get to his feet, ignoring the pain in his chest. He looked towards the child, signaling at something in the ground, he panned towards the general direction, a white flute with a broken string, he recognized it as it was hanging in the child's neck earlier.

But he had a more immediate problem. Samalk and the bearman locked eyes, sizing each other up. The bearman was formidable, but slow. Samalk took a deep breath, despite his disadvantages he was confident he could find a way to win. The bearman charged forward, swinging his warhammer. The bearman’s armor was thick, his strikes breaking the wind, but Samalk was dodging his blows. As the bearman winded up for a swing, Samalk charged forward. The bearman swung barely missing Samalk as he slid under the strike. Samalk thrusted his sword under the armpit of the bearman, blood flowed like a waterfall, painting the ground red. The bearman cried in pain and fell to his knees clutching the wound in shock. Samalk breathed a sigh of relief.

Samalk rushed towards the child, picking up his dagger on the ground, using it to untie the child. The child rushed for the white flute, clutching it with his hands. However it was not over, the commotion had attracted a lot of attention and Samalk’s pursuers were already surrounding him, spears pointed and bows drawn. Samalk clenched his weapons, he put himself between the enemy and the child, his chest ached from the bearman’s blow, his options were limited and time was not on their side. The circle of warriors slowly tightened but he was unfettered, and his eyes steely, ready for whatever came next.

A high pitched screech broke the tense situation, it was the loudest sound Samalk ever heard like a screech of an eagleman, only louder. All of them were covering their ears except the child, who was blowing through the flute as hard as he could. As the sound slowly dissipated, the piercing sound left Samalk’s ears ringing, he saw as others were in the same boat as him. As they recovered, one of the pursuers charged at them, but stopped as a shout took everyone's attention. Over the horizon, as the sun began to rise, a figure stood silhouetted against the dawn. It was tall and imposing, with an overwhelming presence. Another joined the figure, then another and another, the glints of armor and weapons shone like fireflies, the white bone helmets bore the faces of their prey.

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It took nearly two full days to cross Enlightened space.

Yvian had been in high spirits at first. A repaired Dream of the Lady and a brief tour through Vronin J space had her feeling bright and eager to explore. The first few sectors full of cyborg corpses weren't enough to dampen that feeling. The next few hundred were.

Not every sector had been occupied. Each time the jumpdrive took them through a few empty sectors Yvian thought that this time, finally, they would be done looking at the dead. Each time, she would be wrong. Within a few Gates, they would find another few million or billion dead cyborgs. Sometimes they were just floating in the void. Sometimes they'd formed stations. Several times Yvian had seen a planet that might have been capable of supporting life before the Enlightened converted it into a twisted mass of flesh and circuits.

No other life could be found in Enlightened space. Not even a microbe. The Enlightened had converted or destroyed every ounce of biological material they could reach. New biomatter was still being generated on a few of the planets. Brains and nervous systems, mostly. Kilroy's reprogramming of their life support meant the stuff was dying as quickly as it was being made. The machinery of the planets was ejecting the dead tissues as it tried to form new ones. Yvian was glad the Enlightened were staying dead, but she could have done without seeing literal tons of brain matter being sprayed out of nightmare towers on the surface of dead worlds.

"Bright Lady," Lissa had said one point. "How far did these assholes spread?"

"It's even worse than it looks," said Mims. "We're travelling in as close to a straight line as we can. We're only seeing a cross section of their space. I'm guessing they spread out in all directions."

"Which means the number of sectors they've absorbed will be cubed from what we've seen," Scarrend growled. "Probably more than cubed. I doubt we're travelling through the center of their space."

Yvian frowned. They'd passed through two hundred and six sectors so far. She tried to do the mental math. "You mean they've absorbed over nine million sectors?"

"At least that," said the Vrrl.

"The Enlightened likely numbered in the hundreds of trillions," said Kilroy. His eyes flashed white with pride.

"Hive mind, Kilroy," Mims reminded him. Yvian could hear his grin. "Still only counts as one."

"You are just intimidated by this unit's superior kill count," the Peacekeeper unit asserted. "The Enlightened were a threat approaching the Vore in magnitude. This unit killed them all."

"And thank the Bright Lady for that," said Yvian.

"Negative," said Kilroy. His eyes flashed yellow. "The Bright Lady did not hack their life support controls. Thank this unit instead."

Yvian was on the verge of doing just that when Lissa held out a hand. "Don't do it, Captain Sis. He's insufferable enough as it is."

Several hours later, the Dream of the Lady finally entered a sector that was neither empty nor full of dead cyborgs. Instead they found a solar system with a small number of mining stations. There were fourteen planets, but none of them were life bearing. A few hundred ships patrolled the sector or stood guard over the stations.

"Do they see us?" Yvian asked.

"Negative," said Kilroy. "Stealth is holding."

"Let's keep it that way." Yvian yawned. "Mims, take us behind the Gate." Sensors couldn't see through a Gate. Hiding behind one was the simplest way to keep them out of view while they charged the jumpdrive. "We'll go back to one of the empty sectors and call it a day."

"Aye Captain." Mims set a course.

Yvian felt a little better the next morning. They resumed their journey, passing through four occupied sectors without incident. The inhabitants had ships positioned near the Gates, but none close enough to see through the Dream's stealth. They passed through a few more empty sectors before running into another civilization.

"We've been spotted," Scarrend reported. The new sector had several thousand ships swarming around the Gate they'd exited. The ships were small. Very small. Only three meters in length. The sector was teeming with them. The entire swarm immediately started accelerating towards the Dream of the Lady.

Hundreds of thousands more ships were patrolling the sector. Yvian did not know why. There were no stations. No planets. No asteroids. Just a single neutron star and three Jumpgates.

"We are being hailed on multiple frequencies," Kilroy reported.

"Transmit the First Contact Package," Captain Yvian ordered. "I'm activating the jumpdrive."

The closest ships came to a halt within half a kilometer of the Dream. Their weapons were charged and their shields were up, but they did not attack. Yvian listened to dozens of voices speaking in a high pitched chittering over the comms. Then the Gate Effect took hold. The next sector held a solar system with a habitable world. Millions of the tiny ships moved about the sector. Yvian saw thousands of space stations. The stations were also small. Not a single one of them was over a hundred meters around.

"Huh." Mims grunted.

"What?" Yvian asked.

"They're little," said the human. "The people in those ships are barely twenty centimeters tall."

Yvian used the same tactic she'd used before. Kilroy transmitted the First Contact Package while the jumpdrive charged. Then they left. Six more sectors passed the same way before the Dream left the tiny civilization behind.

The next twelve sectors were empty. The one after them wasn't. The Dream had barely exited the Gate when Scarrend reported, "We are being fire upon."

"Evasive maneuvers," Yvian ordered by reflex. She checked the sensors. A small fleet of thirty six ships floated near the Gate. One of the ships had launched a spread of missiles. Very slow missiles. Yvian frowned. "What the Crunch?"

"Nuclear torpedoes," Mims remarked. "Chemically propelled. Impact in three minutes, twenty four seconds."

"Three minutes to cross nine hundred kilometers?" Scarrend snorted "They might as well mail us the explosions."

"Shoot them down, Scarrend." Yvian immediately realized her orders weren't specific enough. She quickly clarified. "The missiles, I mean. Not the ships."

"Aye Captain." The Dream's beam cannons destroyed all nine of the torpedoes in less than a second.

"Kilroy, I want to transmit on all frequencies," Yvian continued.

"Affirmative," said the Peacekeeper. "Transmitting now."

"Attention, all vessels," Yvian said in her best Captainy voice. "This is Captain Yvian of the Dream of the Lady. We are an exploratory ship from the Pixen Technocracy. Please stop shooting at us. We are not a hostile ship. I say again, we are not hostile."

"You do know they won't understand a word you just said," Scarrend remarked. "Right, Captain?"

"Trying to communicate is a message in itself," said Yvian. She shrugged. "It's worth a shot."

"Enemy vessels are accelerating towards us," Lissa reported. "Their ships are really primitive, Captain Sis."

Yvian took a closer look at the sensor readings. The fleet was hodgepodge. Some of the vessels had a military look, while others looked like repurposed transport ships. They were accelerating at nine point eight meters per second, and the layout of their ships suggested they were using that acceleration to simulate gravity. They had no shields, and they were powered by nuclear fusion. The ships were armed with primitive railguns. They looked much weaker than the Dream's MAC Cannons, and the rounds were simple steel.

"We are being hailed," Kilroy reported.

"Patch them through," said Yvian. As expected, she couldn't understand a word the aliens were saying, but she considered talking a good sign. Still, there was no reason to stick around. "Transmit the First Contact Package. I'm activating the jumpdrive."

As the drive charged, Yvian checked the sensor readings for the rest of the sector. She didn't like what she saw. There were a few hundred space stations scattered throughout the system. They were primitive, using centrifugal force to simulate gravity. There was a habitable world, but only barely. The planet was scarred with craters where major cities used to be, and heavily irradiated. The sector was littered with the debris of dead ships. Some of them resembled Yvian's attackers, but a lot of them were something else. Still primitive, but a sleeker, more uniform design.

The sector only had two Great Gates. The other Jumpgate was surrounded by a fleet of nearly ten thousand. Yvian guessed the force confronting her was intended to warn the others of a flanking attack rather than defend the sector all by themselves. She wondered how much good that warning would do. At the speeds these people were operating, it would take weeks or months for their ships to reposition themselves to face a new threat.

The defenders launched another barrage of missiles before the jumpdrive finished charging. Yvian didn't bother to have them shot down. The Gate Effect took hold, and the Dream disappeared.

"Not very friendly, were they?" Lissa quipped.

"I don't blame them," said Yvian. "Did you see their planet? Someone's been hitting those people hard."

"Affirmative," said Kilroy. "If we can locate and destroy that someone, it will be a simple mat...

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