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Spectra Part 3: The Battle Begins

Part 1 | Part 2

An explosion sounded in the night, bright fire lit up Desmond’s vision.  Parts of the Pime Tower were breaking off as smoke and flames engulfed the Eastern center of the skyscraper.  A brief glimmer of white lines shone around the tower and then faded as the pieces fell away, crashing into neighboring buildings and burying the streets with a rumble.

The white gravity had failed, how could–?!

A strange sensation swept over Desmond.  Kaldoa was famous for its good mage genetics, it was no surprise more came to call that night.  They just killed his people before his eyes, yet he was too far away to help.

“Ready the turrets!”

Des turned to his turret and caught sight of Quentin staring in horror at the far tower.  It was only a moment though, his expression turned to determination as he joined Des at the controls.  His eyes almost looked glassy.

Their tower lights went out, only a faint gleam of red illuminated the world.  Distant sirens sounded and patrolling shuttles flew by the tower and the airbase.  The ones by the tower blasted at something in the sky, chasing it further east.  He gritted his teeth as they flew past the Tolnare Tower.  But they quickly passed it.  A tiny flash of gold light and the enemy ship was gone.  The fighters began circling around.



Des glanced at the turret control screen.  Quentin’s eyes were narrowed as his code failed too.  What a way to start their first battle!

That was not supposed to happen.  Sure, it could still fire on its own with its unhackable crystal core, but that was set to aliens.  Could the Kaldoans have hacked it so their turrets wouldn’t recognize them as enemies?  The grid of olive still glimmered across the city.

“Randy, get over here!” Des called.

The olive dashed over, one hand on an energy bar and his other at the ready to hack.  He would have to fix all their turrets.

While munching on his bar, Randy created a solid sheet of olive light around the turret, protecting it from the enemy influence as Des succeeded in switching it to manual.  They found the turret had indeed been hacked to not engage Kaldoan targets.  They quickly fixed that.

More shuttles to the west engaged an enemy in the dark sky, one explosion popped in the sky, but the shuttles still persisted their attack.  The Kaldoans were definitely invading.

Randy dashed to the other turrets.

Their own tower’s sirens began blaring, and a small detachment of soldiers were sent to guide the now-wakened residents in their building to safety.  There were plenty of bunkers in the city, but a headstart is what mattered.

The olive grid faded from sight.  Did they run out of magic or did they decide to retreat?

A few Telmarran fighter shuttles split off from the formation and attacked elsewhere.  How many cloaked Kaldoan ships were there?!

Des aimed the laser turret, tracking where the shuttles seemed to be chasing a ship, while Quentin monitored the plasma cannon.  The shuttles were chasing a ship coming right towards them.

The radar of the turret kept turning, and Des heard a sound he did not want to hear.  A sort of long, quiet beep as the AI calculated a ship’s shape.

“That’s not a Kaldoan ship…”  Quentin said.

They could hear the thrusters now.  Blue shields appeared and vanished where their fighters tried to hit it.

A dark blue ship with rounded edges.

Coming straight towards them.

Every plasma cannon engaged it automatically even as Randy had yet to undo the hacking on all the turrets.

The Xytari had come.

Part 4

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Spectra Sketch: Purple Mage


This is Andromeda, she’s a purple mage and she isn’t supposed to be using her fire magic like that, but sometimes rules get broken.

Anyway, I’ve been plotting how everyone dies rather than writing how everyone dies. Tsk. Tsk.  That’s pretty much my Spectra update.

Andra hasn’t quite found her place as a character yet.  Sorta not fair I doodled her rather than Des.  Or Sheyla.  Or anyone you will meet anytime soon.


Des: So, I’m standing on this skyscraper, and my base has just been emped, I’m pretty sure I would react somehow. ):[

Probably like this:  <:O  “Oh, no!”

Maybe you could write that.

Me: Maybe.

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Poems of Lonely Love


I ask You not to send me empty,

Or else I should fail my calling

You made me for a reason

But my heart is falling.




A faint glow of hope

Will my Lover find me soon

As I pray again

Beseeching my Healer

I wonder when a promise comes

Still in God I hope

What is God planning

While my heart is broken

A silent plea


Set me free from desire

Or to my companion bring me

Lest longing shatter me

All my hope is in You

Long ago You started this work

Will it come to nothing?



Moon and stars glimmer

Does he see them when I do

Sailing out of reach

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Spectra Part 2

Part 1

The battle had been raging in space for hours, or so Pvt. Desmond Caltrez had last heard.  But gazing over the mass of skyscrapers glittering in the night, lighting up the low clouds near them, the sense of war was only there inside of him.  Spaceships weren’t flying up, but intra-city shuttles and aircraft were still flitting here and there even in the middle of the night.  What a lot of chaos would happen if Kaldoan forces came down to them from space.  From that standpoint the Telmarran defenses were on high alert.  Anything could happen.  And Des was not going to let anyone destroy his city.


A city of 18 million people, guarded by Airbase Bridgerow and robot turrets dotting the tops of skyscrapers.

One such turret was beside Des, it towered over him, on top was a small radar spinning slowly to catch any unusual traffic, any threats.  There were other sensors locked away in the AI’s core, but Des didn’t know much about them.  He knew more about the triple laser cannons built into it. And the plasma blaster.  Training to manually take over a “broken” turret had been very fun.  But the guns wouldn’t activate until the robot spotted danger or was ordered to engage a perceived threat by the control room.

Standing on the other side was Pvt. Quentin Turner, just a few months longer in the Army than Des.  Each side of the building was guarded by a turret, and the rest of their squad.  So far the radio indicated no threat.

Quentin shifted a little bit, moving his feet.  A cold breeze easily fluttered past the clear visor on Desmond’s helmet, chilling his lower face.

Why was everything so calm, almost boring, when up above them in space a fight was happening?

Stupid Kaldoans.


Edit: Through nightvision the city took on a green hue, not too disimilar to safety and olive vision (or so Des understood from popular depictions of mage vision).  But unlike green, there was no guarantee the city was safe.

[Sometimes details come to mind afterward, and then I realized, the city is probably all lit up, so would nightvision even be useful?  Well, sci-fi tech might be able to tone down the washed out effect and focus on the true lowlight places.  Needless to say, there may be retconning in this draft…]


The wind was swift above, and Des watched stars peak out from the clouds and vanish away once more.

Des kept watching the city, the curved tower of the Prime Chancellor just in view, some lights still on.  There weren’t many larger buildings in Provst, at least not in sheer thickness AND height.  He bet the Chancellor wasn’t anywhere near it with the state of war, probably in a hidden bunker out in the middle of nowhere when he wasn’t asking for help from the Union.  Why didn’t Kaldoa want to join?  They were the best at fighting the xytari and every other hostile alien out there.  There was no way Kaldoa would hold out for the longterm, Telmarra and its allies were simply too powerful.  It was a futile war, even if some of Telmarra’s cities were going to be hit.

“Think we’ll see anything?” Des asked Quentin.

“Probably a lot of people complaining about tiny spaceship meteorites,” he replied.

There had been silence for a long time, no reports about any Kaldoans advancing against them, but Des was near the covered stairwell, where their olive radioman Randy sat, listening to more comms than a infantry sentry would have need of in his helmet.  Sometimes he reported back that all was well for them.  A tall antenna was on the building.  If it started raining, Des would envy him.  If there was lightning, Des would be very unnerved standing on top of the skyscraper with a bunch of metal rods all around him.  Thankfully, lightning wasn’t in the forecast.

Rain on the other hand…

Raindrops began to fall, gently hitting the concrete and streaking his visor.  At least it was light, but that would mean consistent. Sigh.  While Randy was sitting more or less comfortably without his gear getting wet.  Yeah, him and his vest full of energy bars.  Don’t want the mage eating soggy food!

Lines of green crisscrossed the skies, flickering faintly, and then brightening as his night vision adjusted to it.  Was that some weird optical illusion from the rain and–?

“They’re jamming our signals!” Randy shouted, jolting up.


“Can you find the source?” their Sergeant asked.

He shut his eyes tight. “It’s really weird if a mage did this, I think they have remote devices planted to send such a thorough stream.”He tried reporting through his radio, and sure enough there was a lot of interference.

“This is bad.  No one else is going to get through this mess.”

“Can you send a signal yourself?” the Sergeant said.

Randy lifted his finger and it glowed olive again.  Desmond’s heart pounded in his chest, so the fight was on.  Randy’s fingers moved in different configurations, manipulating his magic.  He sent little lines of light in different directions.  They quickly faded into the depths of the sky or horizon.

“The space stations should be able to pick it up at least,” Randy said.

Something was going to go down now that the Kaldoans dared play their electronic warfare in Provst.  Desmond’s eyes narrowed at the thought.

A huge flash hit him in his peripheral vision, coming from the west.  He spun to his left, as did most of the others.  Something lit up the sky over there, an explosion?

“They just emped Bridgerow…” Randy said, his eyes wide.

Desmond’s heart hammered, there was going to be battle in his city that night.

Part 3

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The What If…? Fantasy Tag

Another round of tagging from Kenzie, and the tag is originally from Jenelle Schmidt.

The Rules

1. Thank your tagger.

Thank you, Kenzie! *Flings cookie confetti* ^.^

2. Include the graphic somewhere in your post.

3.  Answer the questions


The Questions

Question One. . .Your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. The cast of the most recent fantasy book you read comes to your assistance. . . Who are they? Will they be helpful?

Hmmm…the last fantasy book I read was…I don’t actually know going by traditional books.  BUT, if we go by unconventional standards, there are many webcomics that get printed into books, and the last one I checked was Gunnerkrigg Court by Tom Siddell.  It’s kind of a weird story.  No, it’s a really weird story.  But it’s interesting…or maybe I just started reading it years ago and wanted to know the answers to the mysteries despite the weirdness.

Anyway, if my car broke down, yes, yes I would definitely get the assistance I needed and my car would probably get a bunch of mysterious bonus tech welded to it afterward.

Alternatively, I was looking at D&D manuals too…the band of adventurers wouldn’t be able to fix my car, but they could teach me magic, so that’s way better.

Question Two. . .You go to bed one evening and wake up in the lair of the villain of the last fairy tale you read, where are you and how do you plan to get out?

The last fairy tale I read was the The Last Unicorn by Peter S. Beagle

I’m in his dismal castle and I’m in trouble.  Except his son is good, so I’ll just ask him to let me out. There we go.  Plus, I’m not a unicorn, so I shouldn’t have any trouble getting out.

Question Three. . .You are transported into a fantasy realm and given a mythical creature as a companion and best friend. . . which mythical creature do you get?

Well, knowing one of the other questions coming up, I won’t say dragon and will instead say that I would like a phoenix or a talking, magical cat.  I shall choose the phoenix since phoenixes are more prominent in mythology.

Question Four. . .In a strange series of coincidences, you end up needing to take the place of your favorite fantasy hero or heroine. Who are you?


I’m going to be Link.

Question Five. . .To go along with question #4, now that you are that character, is there anything you would do differently than that character, now that you are running the show?

Call in airstrikes on guardians and bosses, that’s what!  Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt! KABOOM!

But…if I had to be more serious and genre savvy (who am I kidding, BotW has laser robots and drones, get the fighter jets!!!) I would have more expressions than the Breath of the Wild Link.  There needs to be more expressiveness like the Twilight Princess and Skyward Sword Link.

Question Six. . .If you were yourself in a fantasy novel, what role do you think you would play in the story?

The snarky, taciturn Heroine.

Question Seven. . .One morning, as you are going about your daily business, you pick up an everyday item and a voice booms in your head with prophetic words about your future. What object is it, and what is your prophecy?

I’d pick up my journal and receive the prophecy that…


…I’m the Chosen Hero of Time by the Goddess Hylia. Yup.

And I have amnesia.

(I can’t think of something serious without thinking of something serious. And existential crises over the future. 😛 )

Question Eight. . .You are transported into a magical realm and turned into a mythical beast. . .what beast/fantasy creature do you want to be?

DRAGON! DUH! Flight, fire, and nigh impenetrable scale armor! WOOT!

Question Nine. . .If you could read your way into any fantasy realm, but the catch is that you can never leave, would you? Which realm would you choose?


Question Ten. . .As you are going about your normal day, you discover that you have a magical power. What is it?

Flight, of course.  Or manipulating a bunch of things with song magic.  Or breathing underwater, or using fire.  I guess musical elemental magic.  Because I frequently dream I have those powers, so clearly that’s coming from my alternate universe fantasy self, yup.

But definitely the ability to fly at will.

The End

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