but he wasn't sure how long he would be
able to stay conscious. As soon as he lost consciousness he would lose
his aura of golden energy and once he lost that then space itself would claim
him. He couldn't survive raw out here like the Masked Ones. He
didn't even have enough power to fly back to the graveyard planet. He
would die here, he knew. He figured that before he even launched his
final attack.
Gold: "It's much better to die being the most powerful
in the universe than a weakling. My how far I've come."
He laughed until that effort was too much. His eyes
were becoming heavier and heavier. He had beaten the Masked Ones only to
lose to sleep. How odd. He laughed again. Space was slowly
losing its stars. The ones from the bottom and top were slowly being
devoured by a darkness even darker than space itself. That's when
something flashed before his vision. It was quick, but it startled him to
consciousness again.
Gold: "The Masks? They're back, but why?"
He pushed himself to follow, slowly but surely. The
Masks had flown in the direction of his blast and eventually he managed to
catch up to them.
Gold: "Oh no! This can't be!"
The Masks looked to be pulling what was left of the Rotkennk
brothers. They were in a sorry state, the both of them. Both were
bisected horizontally from the torso, burned, and missing more than a few
limbs. Their own original Masks had returned to them in this state.
A yellow skull of fire for K and a yellow skull of thorns for Xen.
Gold: "This is utter madness!"
Xen had looked up at him with fire in his hollow eye
sockets.
Xen: "No this is justice."
K: "Our father's will is absolute. You will
return to us. Alive —"
Xen: "Or dead."
Gold: "Not at all. You're in a sorrier state than
I am."
Xen: "You betray yourself with your ignorance at every
turn. To me Blade-dancer!"
K: "To me Darcell!"
The Masks merged with their masters, but had failed at
creating the Masked Warriors Dar'K and Blade-dan'Xen. Instead the Masks
had provided the necessary nanites for both K and Xen to regrow their lost
limbs and recover from some of the damage. Once they absorbed the Masks
they stretched their new limbs. Xen telepathically talked to K on a
separate communication channel.
Xen: "This is it, brother. We need to finish him
now before he can muster any more power."
K: "He's on his last legs. We can bring him in
alive still."
Xen: "So are we if you hadn't noticed. We can't
risk any more attacks from him. Our Masks won't be operable for some time
after this. They'll need a lot of time to recover."
There was silence between the two that lasted a while as K
thought it through.
K: "Darn it all! You're right. We can't
risk it."
K switched his mental channel with that of the golden
fighter.
K: "It was my intention to bring you back with us alive
Gold. But I can't do that. You have proven to be too dangerous and
it is beyond my ability to bring you back alive. I am sorry to you and to
my race. I wish there was another way."
Gold pondered that. He wanted to say that they could
always leave him here to complete freedom, but when he thought about it, that
freedom would be ever so brief and the cold vacuum of space would soon have
him.
Gold: "It is your choice. I am done. There
is nothing I can do. Either you or space will have me."
K: "Then prepare for the end."
Gold: "I've been ready for a while now."
Gold found himself wrapped in a thin layer of darkness that
was colder than space and seemed to be sucking the life right out of him, he
was getting groggier. He looked over at Xen who looked to be holding a
dim blue light in his hand. It glowed a little brighter and cloaked his
upper body in a pale blue light. They have only a little bit more in
their reserves than me , he thought to himself, they don't have to worry about
surviving in space though.
K: "It has been an honor to fight you. I wish we
could fight again. Goodbye warrior."
And then the cold wasn't so cold and Gold closed his