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Part 12: Fight Or Flight

The flames separated before his eyes as Soran directed the airraft through the explosion, revealing the overcast skies of a dreary late afternoon. He still didn’t know how long he’d been trapped in Rammachandra’s personal underworld, but he was out. Rammachandra... the embodiment of everything he now despised. He hated her beyond anything and he had only one goal-to kill her, to destroy her right this second. Below his fighter, electrical equipment began to fail in the establishments, houses and veichles he was flying over-his rage causing his newly found abilities to surge into EM pulses and shutting down the sensor grids that should have detected his fighter approaching the Heart Of Utopia.

Rounding one of the taller sky-scrapers, it came into view-the colossal spire piercing the sky with undeserving power and majesty. The rage flared even stronger within Soran nd he gripped the controls even harder, his white-knuckles shaking trying to keep himself under enough control to fly the fighter. Flicking a small switch, he armed the torpedos in their lunch tubes. He was close now, he could see the Matricarchal office-its gleaming windows taunting him and all that he had lost.

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“Fluctuating unknown energy sources found during Undercity drilling at location L675/87-B. No known or possible source. Likelyhood on target: 96%”. The report conveyed only facts and figures, but it filled Rammachandra with joy and excitment, even over the annoying drone of the over-taxed generators far below. She had found her, she had actually found her, after all these years of searching. The Jubilee Project could finally be restarted and the ultimate goal fufilled. The drone seemed to be getting louder as she grabbed the handset from the phone.

“Draz, get the exploratory, construction and assault teams to our drilling operation at L675/87-B. It’s time”. She put down the reciever, a massie smirk still on her face. But the droning was getting almost unbearable now. But no, that was impossible at that height. Her smirk faultering, she turned to look out of the windowat the ULF which was hovering just in front of the building. Soran’s eyes were piercing her with their glowing blue aura.

“No...” She simply said, not having enough time to react further as the barrage of torpedos launched from the fighter and slammed into her office, consuming the High Matriarch in a lethal fireball.

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“Hahahaha!” Soran cried, he sounded like a madman but he didn’t care-he’d just obliterated the High Matriarch, Rammachandra-the focal point of his rage. However his joy quickly passed, the computer screen before him indicated a massive surge of ships towards his location-including a Lord Ship, the titanic warvessles of the Lords Of Utopia. Turning the fighter towards the coast, Soran gripped the controls ever harder and concentrated as hard as he could. The pain in his hed was less this time, but the fighter still lurched forard with the additional power surging into the propulsion systems. He hadn’t thought this through, but all he could think about was getting away from Utopia City as fast as he could. The coast appeared on the edge of the horizon, and out of a growing dome of water forming in the sea below came yet another Lord Ship-directly ahead of Soran’s tiny fighter.