bring them up to temperature and get them breathing again. I will work my way through this bunch and those in the ships. The others are still on the storage batteries. They can last for a few weeks, longer if we set up a power station.”
Trala looked toward the rows of the tubes. “Start with the ones in immediate danger. Get them up and get them ready for what is waiting. I am guessing that they don’t know how much time has passed and that might be something that we break to them gently.”
Io nodded and continued working. “Right. I will tell them that their people are under attack.”
Trala nodded. “It is true. Not quite the people some of them left behind, but still true.”
Io sighed. “If you want to leave now, we can carry on.”
Envix stopped next to his aunt, his shadows snapping. “I do not leave the Avatar’s side, aunt. We will summon assistance and when they arrive, we will proceed to the next point at which she is needed.”
Io looked surprised. “I see.”
Trala turned and looked for the orb, smiling to see it capping the ridge and coming toward her. It might not be with her on time, but it seemed it would find her.
“We need restraints and transport for eighty Raiders and transport for twenty seven Resicoran talents. They are out of their time but will have useable power.”
The orb chirped as Relay got the information. “Request acknowledged. Vessels en route to your location.”
It took less than ten minutes before the Citadel ships were approaching over the crest of the hill. After briefing the crews Trala was up and in the air in search of the volcanic disruption in the southern isles. An Avatar’s work was never done.
Chapter Six
Hahvi had never faced off against another fire talent before. He opened the ground and directed lava toward her and she deflected it to either side as she headed for him.
Once she caught on to the lava flows of her homeland she smiled and used his own weapon against him.
Hahvi twisted as he attacked her, her fire dance taking over as she redirected the lava up and over him in a lazy wave, thin tendrils formed a cage that got thicker and thicker with every attack.
It took him a while to realize what she was doing and he panicked, moving back and away from his weapon.
Interesting. He isn’t fire proof. He might be resistant but it seemed that he couldn’t play with the element like she could.
She completed the cage and the attack ceased. Amused, she looked around at the bridge that their altercation had crafted. Other Morganti Citadel specialists were fighting on the island chain but this particular battle had Hahvi’s name all over it.
When she was sure that her opponent was subdued she left him and focused on the pattern of roiling liquid stone beneath them. If she cooled the surface without letting the molten minerals bubble up it would blow in a nasty way that could take half the island with it.
She focused and closed the pocket from the base, sealing it in a slow and deliberate manner that left a new island in the chain.
Rackon came up to her once the worst of the heat dissipated. “Where is he?”
She pointed to the stone dome she had put him in. “In there. Is he still alive?”
“Alive an unconscious. I think he deserves a few nightmares.”
“Nothing too exciting. I don’t want him triggering another lava event because he thinks he is trapped in ice.”
He chuckled. “Get him out of there and I will make sure that he remains in a nice dark hallway with no doors.”
“Aw, you say the sweetest things.” Hahvi moved to open the stone, trailing her fingers over it until it simply dropped away.
With the ease of practice she had never imagined she would get she pulled the heat from the stone and waved her mate and partner into the newly formed hut.
Rackon came out dragging the unconscious male behind him. “The rest of the specialists mopped up the Raider ship personnel. Well, they got most of them, a few fights