Tomorrows Yet to Come (CC ALL,YTEEN/MATURE) [COMPLETE]

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Tomorrow’s Yet to Come

Chapter Twenty – I Don’t Think We’re in Kansas Anymore.

Jim Valenti drove down the road at a breakneck speed, and turned into his driveway, a plume of dust exploding behind him. He slammed on the brakes, inches from the front porch, climbed out of the truck and ran inside.

“Wake up!” he shouted. “Kyle, Liz, Max, Michael, Ava, get your asses out here right now. “Maria, Isabel, Alex, move it, now. We have a serious situation in town.”

One by one, the podsters staggered out of the two bedrooms, and the study, and Zan climbed up of off of the sofa.

“What’s going on, Sheriff?” Zan asked. Jim merely glared at him, still angry at Zan’s deception, and waited for the others to enter the room.

“What’s up, Dad?” asked Kyle, standing in the doorway to his room, rubbing his hand through his hair. Ava ducked under his arm, and stood in front of husband. Jim looked around to make sure that everyone was awake enough to grasp his news.

“There was a murder in town last night,” he said. “I found the body myself. I’m sorry, guys, but the victim had a silver handprint on his chest.”

The room exploded in sound as everybody talked at once. The noise escalated until Maria let out a piercing whistle, bringing the room to a sudden silence.

“It’s good for cabs,” she said when she realized everyone was staring at her.

“Where did you find the body?” asked Michael.

“Outside the CrashDown,” said Jim, looking at Liz.

“Is it, it’s not?” she whispered.

“No, Liz, sweetie, it wasn’t one of your parents, but it was Jose. I’m sorry,” said Jim. Liz whimpered, and Max wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his chest. He looked over her head at Michael. His expression was stoic, and he held Maria tightly.

“When did it happen, Dad?” questioned Kyle. “Do they have any idea of a time of death, or is it too early?”

“Actually, we do have a pretty good idea,” said Jim. “Jose was scheduled to open today,”

“So he would have arrived around 5:00 a.m.,” said Liz, softly.

“That’s right,” said Jim. “I called his wife, Consuela, and she confirmed that Jose left at his regular time. I did a drive by of the back alley at 4:45, and there wasn’t anything there. I hit it again, at 5:30, and I saw the body.”

“What made you go back there, Jim?” Alex asked. “You don’t normally do that, do you?”

“I’ve been keeping a watch on the CrashDown, your parents house, and the Evans house ever since I got those packages you all shipped here. I had Hansen take over for me when I went out to Colorado.”

“I can’t believe this,” said Liz. “First Fred, now Jose. How many other people are going to die because of us?”

“I suppose it’s pointless to ask if anybody saw anything?” asked Isabel.

“No, but something else happened last night that you should know about. Last night, there was someone in town with a picture of Max and Liz, asking if anybody had seen them recently.”

“That’s it, we’re out of here,” said Max. “Everyone get dressed. We all have backpacks, right?” He looked around the room, and everyone nodded. “Okay, fifteen minutes, and we leave. Jim, can you cram us all into your SUV? I don’t want to leave any cars behind.”

“Leave cars behind where?” Zan asked.

“Oh shit,” said Kyle. “What do we do with Mr. Armani over there?”

“He’s coming with us,” said Max. “He’s in danger too.”

“He’s in danger!” shouted Kyle. “How do we know he didn’t do it?”

“This is bullshit!” shouted Zan. “I didn’t do anything. I was asleep on that relic that passes as a couch.”

“Kyle, calm down,” said Max. “I got up around 5:00 to get a glass of milk. Zan was there.”

“Don’t do me any freaking favors,” said Zan. “Screw you, screw the whole freaking lot of you. I’m leaving.”

“You can’t, Zan,” Ava said. “You heard Max, we’re all in danger. It isn’t safe for you to go off on your own.”

“I’m leaving, Ava, and if you’re smart, you’ll go with me. You don’t belong with that jerk. You’re too good for him.”

Kyle flew across the room, and threw himself at Zan, knocking him to the floor. He began to punch him, violently, breaking his nose and giving him a black eye before Michael, and the sheriff managed to pull him off.

“Kyle, man, stop it!” shouted Michael. “We do not have time for this crap. Go get changed; Ava, go with him. You heard Max, we have fifteen minutes, and you just wasted three of them.”

Kyle left the room, rubbing his hand. Ava looked at Zan, standing next to Michael, blood dripping down his face, and walked into the bedroom after Kyle, and slammed the door.

“Look, we don’t have time for any of your shit,” Michael said to Zan. “Now get your stuff together, because we’re leaving, and you’re coming with us.”

“What, you think you can make me?” demanded Zan.

“Yeah,” said Michael, menacingly, grabbing Zan by the shirt. “Because like it or not, you’re not ‘da man anymore. Being ‘da man nearly got you killed. Get off your freaking attitude trip and stay alive.” He released Zan, and followed Maria and Liz into the bedroom they had all shared. Max looked at Zan, and shook his head.

“Zan, we’re not them, we’re not like Rath and Lonnie. We’re a team, we work together, and we help each other. We do not try and hurt each other. Kyle was out of line, but look at where he’s coming from for just a minute. He was with Liz, and he lost her to an alien, to me. Now he’s with Ava, and you show up. You and Ava have a history already, and he’s afraid that history is going to repeat itself.”

“Yeah, well he son of a bitch ought to have more faith in Ava,” said Zan.

“He has more faith in her than you’ll ever know,” said Max. “He’s been through a lot in the past week, and he just found out someone he knows has been murdered. He’s not dealing well, so get over it. Now get ready, because we’re leaving in a few minutes, and I’ll drag you out of here myself if I have to.”

“Why are you doing this?” asked Zan. “Why worry about me?”

“Because you’re one of us now,” said Max.


Jim said his goodbyes to the group outside the pod chamber. He hugged each one of them and told them to be safe. He looked at Kyle and Ava, and he hugged them both again, unashamedly wiping a tear from his eye.

“Don’t worry, Dad,” said Kyle. “We’ll be back.”

“We will,” said Ava, hugging Jim, tightly. “You’re a great dad. I’m not ready to give that up.

“Be careful,” said Jim. “All of you be careful.”

Liz stepped away from the others and held a package out to Jim. “Tell our parents what happened,” she said. “Tell them everything. They won’t believe you, but please tell them. Give this to my parents please. It’s my journal. Ask them to share it with Maria’s mom, and Max’s parents, and Alex’s as well. They need to know. They deserve to know.” She hugged Jim, and stood back next to her husband.

Jim smiled, and whispered “Godspeed,” and climbed down the path to where he had left his vehicle. They waited until he was out of sight, and Max activated the door, and the stepped inside the cool interior of the pod chamber.

“What is this place?” asked Zan before he saw the pods. “Oh, so that’s what they look like. Our protector destroyed ours after we came out. So, why are we here, anyhow?”

“Follow me,” said Max. He led the way into the chamber, which housed the Granolith. As soon as they entered the chamber, it began to hum. It began to glow, from deep inside. At its base was a deep purple light, and as it climbed up the chamber, the color changed. At the pinnacle, a bright glowing silver light emerged. The eight podsters arranged themselves around the Granolith in a double foursquare pattern. Zan stood by, unsure of what he should do, until Max reached out and pulled him into his corner of the square. The light spilled out and filled the room, and Che’koth appeared.

“Majesty,” he said bowing low to Max. “And Majesty,” he added someone confused at the appearance of Zan.

“We’ll explain later,” said Max. “There isn’t time now.” He quickly explained everything that had occurred in California, and the death of Jose in Roswell.”

“This is not good, your Majesty,” said Che’koth.

“No shit,” said Max, “And don’t call me that.”

“There has been talk on Antar, about a group of soldiers being sent to Earth by Kivar, to hunt you down.”

“How?” asked Max. “I thought they needed the Granolith to travel back and forth.”

“At one time, yes, but our technology has changed, and the Granolith is no longer necessary for that purpose.”

Max started to ask another question, when he heard a noise in the outer chamber. He spun around in time to see a woman with short blond hair come running into the Granolith chamber. She pointed her hand at Max, and shot a bolt of energy at him. Max through up a shield, and at the same time, Zan fired his own bolt of energy at the woman, causing her to fall to the ground.

The silver light of the Granolith turned a fiery red, and shot out and enveloped them all. The room seemed to spin and shake, and suddenly, they all found themselves on the ground in a strange room. Max stood up, and helped Liz to her feet and looked around. Across the room, a door opened and Che’koth walked in.

“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” said Alex.

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Tomorrow’s Yet to Come

Chapter Twenty – One – We Come in Peace

“This is so not good,” said Kyle. “Because if that’sChe’koth, and we’re not in the Granolith chamber, then it can only mean,”

“Welcome home, Majesty,” said Che’koth, bowing down before Max.

“I’m not home, and don’t call me that,” Max said, angrily.

“Please, Maj – Max, this is not the time to argue,” said Che’koth. “It is dangerous for you to be seen here. We need to get you out of here. Follow me, if you please.”

“Wait a second,” said Zan. “What just happened, where are we, and why are we trusting that guy?”

“I’m not to clear on the what,” said Michael. “But I think we’re on Antar, and we’d trust Che’koth with our lives. In fact, we have before, and knowing our luck, we probably will again.”

“General, we need to bring the Aberjani with us,” said Che’koth, pointing to the body lying on the floor.

“Great,” Michael said under his breath. “Kyle, help me, will you?”

“He killed her,” Kyle said, pointing at Zan. “Why can’t he help?”

“Damn it Kyle, this is not the time for joking, or fighting, or a show of testosterone!” shouted Liz. “Didn’t you hear Che’koth, it isn’t safe for us here.

Kyle grumbled under his breath, but passed his backpack to Ava, and grabbed the legs of the dead alien. Che’koth opened a door, and stepped silently out into a dark hallway. He made certain they were unobserved, then motioned for the others to follow them. He led them down a labyrinth of corridors, and then down several flights of stairs. The seemed to walk for hours before Che’koth stopped before a small doorway. He pushed the door open, and motioned for the others to go inside.

Max walked in first with Liz, close behind on his heels. He stopped in shock to examine his surroundings.

“What the hell is this place?” he whispered to Liz. He and Liz moved to the side, to make room for everybody else. When they were all in the small room, Che’koth closed the door.

“What is this place?” Maria asked, spinning in a slow circle to look around.

“This is one of the many repositories for artifacts of the Royal Family,” explained Che’koth.

“No fooling,” said Alex. “And that explains the pictures of Max, and Isabel, but why the hell am I up there?”

“It is customary for the King, and his cabinet to have formal portraits hung in the palace. Even though there has never been an official declaration, it is obvious that all of you comprise the cabinet of the King,” explained Che’koth. “Your images were retained by the Granolith, and they were used to create the portraits.”

“First, I’m nobody’s king,” said Max, “And second, are telling me we’re in the Palace?”

“And third,” interjected Zan. “Why is he considered the King, and not me?”

“Power hungry, much,” whispered Kyle to Alex.

“Forgive me,” said Che’koth. “This is going to take a long time to explain, and a longer time to understand. We need to dispose of the Aberjani, and take you to a secure position.” Che’koth pushed aside a large portrait of Max and Liz, and revealed a doorway behind it. He pushed it open, stepped inside, and beckoned for the others to follow him.

“It won’t be much longer,” he said, softly. “Soon we will reach a safe haven, and I can begin to explain everything. Max nodded, and signaled Michael put down the body of the Aberjani. He hefted one end, and Alex stepped up and took the other end from Kyle. After what seemed like another several hours of walking, Che’koth led them into a large room, filled with cots.

“It’s not what you’re used to,” he apologized, “But it’s the best we can do right now.”

Max and Alex dumped the body they were carrying unceremoniously on the floor, and moved to stand next to their wives.

“Let’s start with her,” said Max. “You called her Aberjani. Who, or what the hell is that?”

“The Aberjani are Kivar’s trained assassins,” said Che’koth. He has been training them to seek you out, and kill you.”

“Well, that’s singularly not reassuring,” said Kyle. “I’m assuming that she wasn’t the only one?”

“There are not many, but they are deadly,” said Che’koth. “Please, everyone, sit, you must be tired. Food will be brought shortly.”

“Where are we?” asked Max.

“You are the headquarters of the resistance movement,” answered Che’koth. “When Kivar seized the Palace, we managed to wall off a portion of the Palace. We were able to remove many of the Royal Artifacts before he broke through our barriers. Among those was the Granolith. This enraged Kivar, he has spent much time, and money to develop a technology that would allow him to send his soldiers to hunt you down and destroy you.”

“That’s really reassuring,” said Max. “And you’re just getting around to telling us this now?”

“It didn’t seem to matter until he developed the technology. It just happened recently. I’ve been monitoring the Granolith, but none of you came there,” said Che’koth.” “However, I knew that if you were ever in danger, it was to the Granolith that you would return.”

“That’s so reassuring!” snapped Liz. “And in the mean time, two of our friends are dead because of her,” she kicked the body of the Aberjani, contemptuously.

“It pains me to hear of this, Your Majesty,” said Che’koth. “You must know I would do anything to change what has happened. But that cannot be done.”

“Okay, we know what’s been stalking us,” said Michael. “Now what?”

“Now, we fight,” said Max. “We take back our lives, again.”


The mini summit ended for a short time when the food was brought in. Che’koth thanked the men and woman who brought in the trays and placed them on the table. Max took the first tentative bite, and sighed in ecstasy. “Oh, God, this is probably the best food I have ever tasted in my life,” he moaned. “I’m sorry Liz, you’re a great cook, but nothing, and I mean nothing has ever tasted like this.”

Liz gave him a mock scowl and lifted her spoon to her lips. She chewed tentatively for several minutes then quickly spit the food out into her napkin. “That is disgusting,” she said. “I’ve never tasted anything so revolting in my life.”

Che’koth let out a hearty laugh, and signaled to one of the men. “Can you bring another tray, please?” he instructed. “The one had you prepare specially. I’m sorry,” he said, still laughing softly. “Please forgive my small joke at your expense. This food,” he pointed to the trays on the table, “Is traditional Antarian fare. It is highly seasoned and is both sweet and spicy. They are bringing some food that you will find more palatable.”

Isabel, Michael, Ava and Zan needed no further explanation. They reached for their spoons, and dug into the bowls of food, and ate heartily. Maria, Kyle and Alex tasted the Antarian food with trepidation, trying gamely to swallow it.

“Oh, that is disgusting,” said Maria.

“It’s not too bad,” said Kyle, struggling to swallow the mouthful of food. “Alex, couldn’t you mind warp us into thinking it’s a Will Smith burger or something?”

“Relax,” said Che’koth. “Here is the other food. I believe you will find it far more suitable. It is as close to Earth food as we can make on Antar.”

Alex made a face, but gamely took the first bite. “Hey, his isn’t too bad,” he said. “It kind of tastes like squash.”

“Thank God,” said Maria, digging in. “I can always stand to lose a pound or two, but I wasn’t looking forward to total starvation.”

“Now that everybody has something they can eat,” said Max with an engaging grin. I think we need to start planning our next move.”

“Our next move?” Isabel asked, incredulously. “Max, we’ve just teleported or something, God knows how many light years away to our home planet. And we’ve found out that evil aliens are out there trying to kill us. What do you want us to do, walk out there making with the Vulcan live long and prosper sign and say we come in peace?”

“Calm down Isabel, that’s exactly what I don’t want us to do. I’m guessing the less obvious we are, the better. Plus, since none of us speak Antarian, we’re kind of at a disadvantage right now.”

“Max, if I may make a suggestion,” said Che’koth. “Before you do anything, it may be wise to first outfit you to look like Antarians. The language is not an issue; we have ways to work around that. However, your facial features will present a problem. Everyone on Antar knows what King Zan looks like. You will need to come up with some sort of disguise.”

“Not a problem,” said Max.

“Max, stop it!” shouted Liz.

The room fell silent, and everybody stopped eating and stared at Liz.

“Don’t you see what’s going on here? You’re not making plans, you’re reacting. We’re here, God knows how many millions of light years from home, and you’re ready to go out charging full steam ahead. Well, I’m saying no, not this time. We need to stop and take a step back, and look at the big picture before we start making any plans.”

Max looked chagrined, while the others looked at the floor, or the ceiling in an effort not to look at the fighting couple. Finally Michael broke the thick silence.

“Liz is right, Maxwell. You’re acting like me,” said Michael. “We need to figure out what’s going on, and who we’re up against. Let’s just take it one step at a time.”

“You’re all forgetting one thing,” said Zan. “I didn’t sign on for any of this crap, and I don’t care about what’s happening on Antar. You people,” he glared at Che’koth,” “Sent us to Earth, and just left us there. You didn’t give a rat’s ass about us, what the hell makes you think I give a rat’s ass about you?”

“Zan,” began Che’koth.

“That’s another thing!” shouted Zan. “If he’s ‘Your Majesty,” why the hell aren’t I? We’re the same frigging person for Christ sake.”

“It’s complicated,” said Che’koth, “But to put it simply, the Granolith chose Max, not you.”

“That’s bullshit,” snapped Zan. “The freaking Granolith was here. It couldn’t ever choose me.”

“If you were the one meant to be chosen, the Granolith never would have activated for Max. Zan, I know this all must be confusing for you,” continued Che’koth. Perhaps while we are assessing the current situation, some time could also be taken to explain the workings of the Granolith, and the reasons you were sent to Earth.

“Yeah, whatever,” said Zan.

“Look, this is getting us nowhere,” said Ava. “We need to finish eating, and start figuring out what we’re going to do next. Zan, you need to calm down. Like it or not, you’re in this with us. You killed that Aberjani thing. If you didn’t want to be a part of it, you would have let her kill us. I know you Zan, you’re a hell of a lot more noble than you let on, but you’re also a pain in the ass right now. Max may have the title of King, but he sure as hell doesn’t want it, and that alone makes him a king in my book. And you don’t see him lording it over anyone. He doesn’t think he’s any better than Michael, Kyle, Alex, or you for that matter. No sit down and shut up. And if you’re not going to help us, keep your mouth shut!”

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Tomorrow’s Yet to Come

Chapter Twenty – Two – Settling Down and Settling In

They ate silently, and moved to the cots to try and get some rest. Both Liz and Ava’s outbursts shook everyone. It was rare to see either one of them react in such a manner. Usually they were the ones to react calmly to any given situation.

Liz was unable to sleep. She sat up, and swung her legs over the side of the cot and stood up. She waited for a moment until her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, then made her way over to Che’koth. She tapped him lightly on the shoulder and he jumped up.

“What is wrong. Are there intruders?” he whispered.

“No,” said Liz. “I need to speak with you.”

Che’koth stood, and led Liz across the room and though a small door into a private chamber. He pointed to one of the chairs, and waited until Liz took her seat before he sat down himself.
“Yes, Majesty, what troubles you?” he asked.

“A lot of things,” said Liz. “Che’koth, we don’t belong here. This isn’t our battle. I never wanted to come to Antar. There was a reason why Max and I never went back to the Granolith you know.”

“Yes, I do know,” answered Che’koth. “To go to the place where you lost your child would cause you too much pain. You have been in pain for a long time now, haven’t you Liz?” asked Che’koth dropping the formal title.

“No, not for a long time. It’s only been recently that I’ve started to not hurt so much,” she answered.

“And when you entered the Granolith, did it hurt?”

“No, I didn’t really have time to think about it because everything happened so fast.”

“And what does that tell you?” asked Che’koth.

“Maybe that I should face my pain, or that I should keep busy with something else instead of dwelling on it? But Che’koth, wouldn’t that just be avoiding the issue and not dealing with it?”

“I think, you’ve come to terms with what has happened Liz. Now it is time for you to move on. And while I understand that you don’t wish to be here, perhaps this is what you need. Something to focus on. Something other than the pain that consumed you.”

“Are you telling me I’ve been wallowing?” asked Liz, the surprise apparent on he face. “I’ve gotten on with my life. I graduated high school, and left for college. I have not been wallowing.”

“You misunderstand me Liz. Yes, you have done these things,” said Che’koth. He sighed, stood up, and paced around the small room. “How can I make you understand? These things that you have done, did they present a challenge to you? Did you have to fight and struggle to achieve them, or did they come to you with ease.”

“I think I get it,” said Liz, settling into her chair. “I’ve kind of been coasting along, with no real effort involved. But Che’koth, this? I know Max, he’s not going to be happy just getting rid of those assassins. He won’t be satisfied until Kivar is destroyed.”

“He speaks of this to you?” asked Che’koth in surprise.

“No, it’s because he doesn’t speak of it, but he does dream of it. His sleep is punctuated by dreams of Kivar’s reign on Antar. I don’t know if he’s remembering his life as Zan, or he’s Max, but he frequently dreams, no, has nightmares about the tyranny of Kivar’s rule, and that it’s his fault.”

“I can see that Max will need a history lesson or two, along with Zan,” said Che’koth. “He worries me, Liz. He is hot headed, much like King Zan was when he was younger. Max is far more even tempered.”

“He hasn’t had a wonderful life, Che’koth,” said Liz. “His sister and his best friend tried to kill him, and he thought the only person he could ever really trust decided to join them. I’m not excusing his behavior, but it does explain it.”

“Yes, but we’re not here to discuss him, or even Max, we’re here to discus you, young queen. Do you wish to be sent back?”

Liz thought about returning home, and leaving her friends on Antar. Try as she might, she couldn’t see herself alone on Earth, while her friends were here, fighting. “No, Che’koth, I can’t do that, but you already knew that, didn’t you.” Che’koth smiled slightly, and Liz kept speaking. “But, I’d like you to make the same offer to everyone, including Zan. They all deserve to make this choice. And, if everybody chooses to stay, I want you to send somebody back to Roswell. They need to find Kyle’s dad and tell him what’s going on. He can tell our parents.”

“Agreed,” said Che’koth. He was pleased with the decisions Liz had made. He could understand her sadness and loss. He had known such sadness and loss in his own life, and he knew the benefits of an all consuming task to help reduce the sadness. “Remind me, Liz to introduce you to a very dear friend of mine. She lost not one, but two children when they were quite young, and went through a period of incredible sadness much like you did.”

“Did she ever get over it?” Liz asked.

“You never ‘get over it,’ Liz. But as time goes by, the pain does lessen, and you go on living. We can’t live in the past, we must think of the Tomorrows yet to come,” answered Che’koth. A soft knock on the door interrupted him. Che’koth jumped up and stood in front of Liz, his had raised protectively. He reached out with his other hand and opened the door cautiously.

“Max, it’s you,” he said with relief. “Please, join us.” He stepped aside to allow Max passage into the chamber. Max walked into the room and looked around. The walls were covered in a dark wood, and a carpet of dark red covered the floor. Liz sat on a chair covered in a dark blue material, her face a white mask.

“Liz, what’s wrong?” he asked, his face worried.

“Nothing, I’m fine, it’s just the way Che’koth stepped in front of me like that. I had forgotten for a second about assassins and all of that.”

“I got worried,” said Max. I saw you leave, but you never came back. But since everything is okay I’ll leave you two to finish whatever you were talking about.”

“No, Max, stay,” Liz said, quickly jumping up. “Stay, please. I want to talk to you about something. I had an idea earlier. I was just about to tell Che’koth about it.”

“Sure, Liz, what’s up?” Max asked. He sat on the arm of the chair his wife was ensconced in and smiled at her.

“Well, first, I had just suggested to Che’koth that he send somebody back to let Jim know what’s going on. He can tell our parents. They need to be aware of the dangers,” said Liz.

“That makes sense,” said Max. “Did you want to go back? I mean, did you really want to be on Antar? We should check with the others too,” Max continued. “Anyone that doesn’t want to be here should get sent back. They don’t need to stay and fight this war.”

“I said the same thing to Che’koth,” said Liz.

“It is always beneficial when our ruling heads are of like mind,” said Che’koth.

“I’m not your ruling head,” said Max and Liz together. They both laughed, and Liz felt more of the sadness that had filled her soul drain away.

“Okay, here’s what I was thinking,” she said. “We can’t do anything until we become familiar with the culture and the language here. Basically, what we need is a crash course. You know like Antar 101 or something.”

“Intro to Antar 101?” said Che’koth, clearly puzzled. “Some times, Your Majesty, your Earth references allude me.”

“My name is Liz. Damn it Che’koth, I’m going to make Max bestow some totally stupid royal title on you and call you by it for the rest of your life.” Max smiled, relieved to see his way so cheerful and playful, he was so focused on her smile and her laughter, that he missed the beginning of her explanation to Che’koth. “And so in our academic system, classes that introduce students to a subject are usually called Intro courses. Make sense?”

“Yes, your Majesty,” said Che’koth. “Please continue.”

“Certainly, your Royal Keeper of the garbage dump. Nah, I don’t like that one. But don’t worry, I’ll find the perfect title for you. So, anyhow, I was thinking, we need a crash course in Antar, and we need a purpose, a reason for being here. Jobs or something.”

“Right,” said Max, picking up the thread of the conversation. We can’t just all of a sudden show up and hang around all the time, can we? We need to be doing something.”

“I believe I can help on both counts,” said Che’koth. “All of you are of the age when young Antarians enter the Training Academy, and begin to study for their chosen paths. We can create false identities for you, and implant you in the Training Academy.”

“But what about the language and culture issues?” asked Liz. “There is no way we can fake all of that.”

“You may not have to,” said Che’koth. “Our technology will allow us to implant the knowledge you need, if you are willing to undergo the procedure.”

“How dangerous is it?” asked Max. “I don’t want Liz put in any jeopardy.”

“It’s extremely safe,” said Che’koth. “It utilizes a procedure similar to what you call mind warping.”

“We can tell the others in the morning and see what they think,” said Max. “This has to be a strictly voluntary operation.”

“What sort of careers would we train in?” asked Liz.

“Well, the Training Academy only accepts the elite students from the gretkla’s,” said Che’koth. “Gretkla’s are similar to your high schools. Students entering the Training Academy may study medicines, science, diplomacy, technology, and of course there is the branch that trains our soldiers.”

“I’d love to study science,” said Liz. “And I bet you anything, Alex would love the technology, if he stays that is.”

“I bet Michael and Kyle would want to go do the warrior thing,” said Max. “And so would I for that matter.”

“That leaves Ava, Isabel, Maria, and Zan,” said Liz. “What about them?”

“We can’t decide for anyone,” said Max. “Now I have a suggestion of my own to make. Why don’t we grab a few more hours sleep, and we can discuss this later with everyone.” Max stood, and held out his hand to Liz. He helped her up, and walked to the door with her, hand in hand. Che’koth opened the door and stepped out into the hall to make certain it was secure. As the walked passed him, Liz smiled and whispered a soft thank you to him.

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Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released.


Tomorrow’s Yet to Come

Chapter Twenty – Three – School’s in Session

“You mean we have to go back to school?” Kyle asked incredulously. “I thought I was finished with the halls of higher learning. At least for the time being. And besides, there is no way any of these credits are going to transfer back to Earth, are they?”

“You are such a dork, Valenti,” said Maria. “At least they have something you may be interested in studying. Learning to be a soldier boy can’t be all that different from playing football.”

The others watched in mild amusement as Maria and Kyle bickered amicably back and forth. After Liz and Max had put forth their proposition, all of them, including Zan, were in favor of staying on Antar. Che’koth left to make arrangements to have someone transport down to Earth and make the Sheriff aware of their situation. He returned while Kyle tried, and failed, to explain to Maria that football was nothing at all like learning to be a soldier.

“Have you all decided upon your course of study?” inquired Che’koth as he sat at what the group had begun to call their war table.

“Science for me,” said Liz.

“Diplomacy,” said Isabel and Zan at the same time. Kyle snorted his disbelief, and Zan glared at him. “What?” he asked. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No, actually, I was laughing at the thought of the Christmas Nazi learning how to be a diplomat,” said Kyle. “Remind me to tell you all about Isabel and her obsession with the holidays sometime.”

“Thank you,” Ava whispered to Kyle. She squeezed his hand under the table and smiled at him. “I have no idea of what to study,” she admitted to the table. “Can I take a pass, and keep thinking?”

“Me too,” said Maria. “I’m kind of clueless. Shut up, Kyle,” she added, looking at Kyle who had his mouth opened to make a sarcastic comment.

“Well, I’m up for technology,” said Alex. “You sure called that one, Parker.”

“Like it was so hard, Whitman,” she teased back. “You are such a techno geek have now, and always will be. Why would I expect that to change just because you’re in another solar system?”

“Michael, what have you decided?” asked Max.

“Warrior,” said Michael. “All things considered, it’s not like I really have a choice.”

“I’m torn,” said Max. “I wouldn’t mind the warrior training, but I really enjoy the thought of the diplomacy training.”

“If I may intervene,” said Che’koth. “You can combine two courses of study. It’s a new program that the Training Academy instituted this year.”

“Cool, sign me up,” said Max and Zan, simultaneously. “Unless you don’t think I should,” continued Zan.

“No, I think it’s a good idea,” said Max. “It stands to reason that we both have some of the same interests.

“Great, that’s settled,” said Ava, but I still don’t have a clue about what I want to study.”

“Me either,” said Maria. “I only passed science because Liz is my best friend, and the only technology I’ve ever mastered is the cell phone. That leaves diplomacy, medicine or the soldier thing, and may I just say, no way!”

“Again, I think I can help,” offered Che’koth. “I made some inquiries at the Training Academy, and along with the dual course of study, they have offered a new course of study. It’s affiliated with the medicine course, but it focuses on natural remedies. Many centuries ago, our healers worked in tandem with nature. They used their healing gifts when necessary, but felt that whenever possible, it was best to use the gifts that nature gave us whenever possible. Does this sound like something that may interest either of you?”

“Yes!” shouted Maria. “I’m all for it. Ava, what about you? Come on, be my study buddy, will ya?”

“It might be interesting,” said Ava. “Okay, sure, I’ll do it.”

They sat around the war table, discussing the various courses of study, and looking at the information that Che’koth had brought with him. It was in Antarian, and none of them could read any of it, except for Alex who had picked up the rudiments of the written language when he was decoding the destiny book.

“If you are ready,” said Che’koth. “We should begin the implant process. “You will need some time to assimilate all the knowledge you will gain.”

“This isn’t like going to erase the stuff we already know, is it?” asked Maria. “Cause I need to tell you, I worked damn hard learning my multiplication tables when I was in second grade, and I just don’t want to give that up.”

“No,” said Che’koth. “You will simply be gaining new knowledge. The only difference is you will get a lifetime worth of information at one time. It will be a lot to process, and you may have a headache for a short time, but it will pass.”

“Where is it going to be done?” asked Max. “Can it be done here, or will we need to go elsewhere?”

“It is but a short journey,” said Che’koth. “We need to go to a room adjacent to the one in which you arrived. That area is our science and technology area. We will go there, and the procedure will be completed.”

“I’m going first,” said Max. “If anything, and I mean anything goes wrong,” he said, looking at all the others. “Do not have the process done. Is that clear?”

“Excuse me, Mr. I’m not the King, but where the hell do you get off giving us orders?” demanded Isabel.

“Don’t think of it as an order, think of it as common sense, Isabel.”

Isabel glared at her brother, but didn’t argue with him. They set off, with Che’koth in the lead, making their way back to the area in which they had arrived.


Max leaned back on the metal table, and willed his body to relax. He didn’t want to tell anybody, but he was scared. He was more scared then he had ever been in his life. In fact terrified was a more accurate description of the emotion he was feeling right about now.

“Ready, Max?” Che’koth asked.

Max lifted his head off of the table and looked at his Antarian friend. Che’koth stood in front of a small control panel, his hand poised over one of the buttons.

“As I’ll ever be, I guess,” he replied. He gave an inaudible gulp, and laid his head back on the table and waited. The metal band that Che’koth had fit around his head began to vibrate. Images assaulted his mind, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. His mind began to feel cluttered, the way Liz used to say her head felt after a marathon study session – before her powers kicked in that is. There was one last surge, and Max felt his body arch up off of the table, and slam back down. Che’koth came over and removed the band around his head and helped him to sit up.

“Majesty, are you alright?” Che’koth asked in Antarian.

“Don’t call me that,” Max answered, also in Antarian. “Holy shit!” he said in English. “It worked!” He jumped up off the table, and crashed immediately into a heap on the floor. Che’koth rushed over to him, and Michael and Liz pushed open the door from the viewing chamber where they sat, and ran to his side.

“Maxwell, are you okay?” Michael asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” said Max with a small groan. “It was kind of like a major head rush, that’s all.”

“Did it work Max?” Liz asked, kneeling down next to him.

“Yeah, it did,” he answered her in Antarian. “Now, help me up, I need to go sit down somewhere quiet. There is a ton of stuff in my mind to go over.”

Michael helped Max back to their sleeping quarters, and returned to find that Liz had taken Max’s place on the table. He slipped into the chamber next to Che’koth and whispered angrily to him. “Why did you let her go next? If anything happens to her, Max would fall apart. I should have gone next, just to make sure there weren’t going to be any other problems.”

Che’koth laughed softly and looked at Michael. “How like Rath you are, my young friend. And those two,” he nodded towards Liz on the table. “They keep claiming that they are not the King and his Queen, but two more honorable and loyal people I have yet to meet. Max insisted he go first to make sure it was safe, and Liz insisted that she be next. She said that if there was any danger to humans, then it should happen to her, and not her friends. And you, Michael, angry that you didn’t get to go first to protect your friend and king. Blashnia, you are all the true and real rulers of Antar, if only you would open your eyes, and your heart and see it.”


One by one, they all underwent the procedure that implanted in their minds, everything they would need to survive on Antar. Ava was the last to undergo the procedure, and Che’koth carried her in his arms back to their sleeping quarters. He laid her gently on the bed and covered her with a light blanket, and then cast an eye over the rest of the podsters. None of them seemed to suffer any adverse effects from the implants. He looked over as first Max, and then Liz began to stir.

The both sat up, and swung their legs over the edge of their cots. Liz rubbed her head and smiled wanly. “I feel like I have the worlds biggest hangover,” she said, in Antarian. “But this is incredible, I’m speaking Antarian, and I know everything. It’s a weird feeling.”

“I know,” Max replied, also in Antarian. “It’s weird, but really cool, too. Che’koth has told us about some of our history, but now, it’s all right here, in my mind. The stories, the legends, everything; it’s amazing.”

Liz leaned against the pillow on her cot, and allowed her mind to roam through the vast stores of knowledge she recently acquired. It wasn’t like things she had learned on Earth. Those were facts, stored in her mind. What she could see in her mind now were the images and memories of the Antarians who lived before her. She could feel the anguish of those who fought against Kivar. If she looked further back, she could see the original settlers who came to Antar. She felt their fear as they raced to escape the natural disaster that destroyed their home. She saw their ships being launched into the sky, and the water covering their homes. She watched as the ships flew higher and higher into the sky. Suddenly, she found herself in one of the ships, watching as the world retreated; a world that looked strangely familiar. She searched through her mind to find the name for the land that they had fled from, and to translate it to English. Shock ripped through her body as she made the connection.

“Max,” she whispered, this time in English. “You came from Earth originally. Your people did anyhow. They came from Atlantis.”

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Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released.


Tomorrow’s Yet to Come

Chapter Twenty-Four – Building a History

One by one, the others woke up, amazed at the knowledge they had received, and at the clarity of the memories.

“How does it work, Che’koth?” asked Liz. “I suppose I shouldn’t ask, I mean, the answer is right in side of me. When an Antarian dies, his memories become a part of the collective consciousness of the people. People are able to draw upon these memories to glean knowledge,” she recited. “Do I get a gold star now?”

“So it’s possible for me to tap into the memories of my former self?” asked Isabel. “I can access Vilondra’s memories? I don’t know that I want to do that.”

“You don’t have to, your Highness,” explained Che’koth. “The memories are there, but you do not have to reach out to them. I should also explain that the depth to which all of you are experiencing this is not typical for most Antarians. It is a right and privilege belonging only to the Royal Family so that they will always be aware of the history, and the emotions of their subjects. You would not for example know the particular thoughts of any one person who has died. You five, however,” he said, looking at Isabel, Max, Zan, Michael and Ava will have complete access to the thoughts and memories of Vilondra, Zan, Ava and Rath, because, in essence, you are them.”

“Man, this is whacked,” said Kyle. “So you’re telling me, we can sense the feelings of the Antarians who died like a gajillion years ago?”

“Exactly,” said Che’koth. This will help you to assimilate quickly into our culture.”

“So great, we have these memories, and stuff,” said Alex. “But, we still need our own personal history. I mean, we can’t just all of a sudden appear. We need a cover, you now who we are, where we came from. All that stuff.”

“Alex is right,” said Michael. “We can’t just show up and say Hi, here I am. So what I propose is this. While we’re sitting around, trying to cope with all this crap you’ve shoved in our brains, we try and come up with personal histories for each of us.”

“A strategic plan, General,” said Che’koth, “But quite unnecessary. He reached into a small sack and pulled out a sheaf of papers. He shuffled through them, and pulled one out and handed it to Michael. He studied the paper for several minutes and smiled

“Very cool,” he said. “I’m Mesch. I was a not a stellar student at my gretkla, but I managed to get through, although I excelled at all things athletic, as well as the pre-strategic planning classes that I took. I also have a sister, who is younger than me, but due to her academic success at gretkla is attending the Training Academy with me. Oh, and look at this,” said Michael, with mock surprise. “Her name is Atara, and she, along with my girlfriend Mira, are entering the new program at the Training Academy that focuses on the old ways of healing. How convenient.”

“I try my best,” said Che’koth, with false modesty. He reached into the stack of papers and passed one to Isabel.

“Oh good,” she said, “My turn. Let’s see, my name is Isadra, and I’m studying diplomacy. I live in Gadara. Oh, and my best friend from my days at the gretkla is named Kahtair, and he is enrolled in the warrior training course. Che’koth, you really should think about writing fiction for a living.”

“It pleases you Your Highness?” Che’koth asked with a smile. He enjoyed sharing this small bit of fun and lightheartedness with this young group. Liz, would you like to see yours?” He passed a dossier to Liz, as well as providing Maria, Ava and Kyle with their appropriate copies.

Liz reached out and took the paper and studied it for several minutes and started to laugh. “Che’koth, you are too much,” she said. “My name is Elandria, but people call me Lan for short. I’m entering the science program, and I will be traveling with my brother Aladrik. He took a year off before attending the Training Academy because he didn’t want me coming here without him. What do you think, Alex, do you feel like being my big brother?”

“Sure,” said Alex. He reached out and took the paper that Che’koth proffered and skimmed it quickly. “Yeah, that won’t be a problem, especially since I’m so gifted that the Training Academy was willing to hold my place for a year so that we could attend school together. See, I always told you guys I was gifted.”

The room filled with laughter. Che’koth waited until they settled down, and passed the last two papers to Zan and Max. “We can change this if you want, but it seemed ideal to handle it this way,” he explained. Max read the paper quickly, and looked at Zan who nodded.

“I am Ma’nith, and I, along with my twin brother Za’nith will be studying both warrior training, as well as diplomacy. Ma’nith and Za’nith?” Max said with a groan. “God, rhyming twin names. I swear, if I really was king, that’s the first thing I’d outlaw.”

“I have to agree with Ma’nith,” said Zan. “It would be the first royal proclamation I issued.”

Liz looked at the smile that emerged on Zan’s face, and she drew a deep breath. She’d never seen him really smile before, and while he was always a duplicate of Max, it was never so noticeable as when they both smiled. It was if there was a light that was turned on inside of them, illuminating them both. She dragged her attention away from Max and Zan, and tried to focus on what Che’koth was now saying.

“There is one final matter we should attend to,” he said. “I, along with several key members of the resistance movement have created these identities for you. We have given you families, and backgrounds. With your permission, I would like to implant these backgrounds into you. This way, when you meet someone who knows of your ‘family,’ you will be able to answer questions of your elders.”

“How,” asked Maria. It was the first time she had spoken since they had all awakened. Liz looked at her, and she could see how nervous her best friend really was. Liz reached out and took Maria’s hand in hers, and held it tightly.

“It’s going to be okay, Maria,” she said softly.

“Look, I’m not trying to be a whining baby,” said Maria. “But I’m really afraid of losing me, Maria DeLuca Guerin, you know? You’ve stuffed our heads with all this stuff, and now you want to give us all these memories that aren’t ours. I’m afraid I’ll get lost in the process.”

“That’s it,” Michael said, suddenly. “Maria’s out of this. I’m not having her do anything that she’s not comfortable with. Figure out some way of getting her home, now.”

“Thank you, Sir Galahad,” said Maria. “But I’m quite capable of making my own decisions. I didn’t say I wanted out, I said I had some concerns.”

“I promise, you will in no way lose your identity, or your sense of self,” said Che’koth. “It will be more along the lines of reading a book that you become totally immersed in.”

“What?” said Maria.

“I know!” said Liz, excitedly. “Not a book, how about a soap opera. You know how we both love The Rich and the Wealthy, right? Maria, who is Jeff on the show?”

“Oh that’s easy,” said Maria with a smile. “Jeff is the illegitimate baby of Stella, and her ex-husband’s, half brother Bill. Bill owned a small barber shop in town, but in reality, he’s the long lost baby of Sydney Rothschild.” Everyone laughed, and Maria looked around confused. “What?” she said. “I like the show. Oh, wait, I get it now. That’s what it’s going to be like, right.”

“I believe so,” said Che’koth. “Although there is a possibility that you may not feel as connected to the memories we will give you as you do to the characters on this soap opera.”

The procedure was short, and nothing at all like the last one they had undergone. When it was complete, Che’koth quizzed them on events that would have taken place in their lives, and they all were able to answer the various questions.

After that, Che’koth provided them with Antarian clothing. They changed quickly, and used their powers to modify their appearance. Max, Zan, Isabel, Michael and Ava had to be especially careful, and made dramatic changes. Liz, Kyle, Maria and Alex were able to simply change hair length and color.


The street directly outside this door will lead you to the Training Academy,” said Che’koth. “Here are your bags. The rest of your things will be sent along by your ‘families’ after you have been assigned living quarters. Good luck, and be careful. Remember to look for ways to infiltrate Kivar’s forces. I’ll be in contact with you.” He slipped away down the passage and was out of sight before anybody could say anything.

“Who wants to go first?” asked Liz.

“Maria, Ava and I can,” said Michael. “It would make sense that we’re traveling together. Max, why don’t you and Zan give us about five minutes then you come out. Then Kyle and Isabel and leave, and that will leave Alex and Liz to bring up the rear.”

Liz looked at Michael with admiration. He had effectively put Max and Isabel in the middle, while he acted as the front guard, and she and Alex would cover Max and Isabel from the rear. She could see why Rath had been King Zan’s second in command. She didn’t know if Michael was acting on his own, or had called upon the knowledge of his former General self, but his choice, and use of strategy was wise.

She was also pleased to know that Kyle would be escorting Isabel through the town. They had no way of knowing if the changes to they had made to their appearance had been enough, or if people would be able to see through to the faces of the dead king and his sister. If there were a problem, Kyle would react quickly to protect Isabel.

Michael, Ava and Maria stepped out unnoticed on to the walkway teeming with people, and made their way to the Training Academy. After several minutes, Max and Zan stepped out, and followed the path taken by Michael and the others.

“You know why Michael did that, don’t you?” Zan asked Max.

“Did what?” asked a confused Max.

“He went first, with us following him. Isabel is after us, and Alex and Liz are bringing up the rear. It’s a nice royal sandwich. He’s protecting us, get it. If there’s any danger, he’ll hit it first, and if anything happens from behind, he’s counting in Liz and Alex to head it off.”

“Damn him,” said Max. “I’m going back to make sure Liz is okay.”

“It’s too late, brother,” Zan said, pointing in front of them. “We’re here.”

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Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released.


Tomorrow’s Yet to Come

Chapter Twenty – Five – Max Evans Reporting for Duty.

“Today, before we go out to the agility course,” the instructor said. “We will adjourn to the large hall, to listen to a very special speaker.”

The class stood, and began to file out of the classroom. Max hung back and maneuvered himself back to where Michael stood.

“How’s it going?” he asked.

“Not to bad,” answered Michael. “The living quarters suck in a big way. What do you suppose this guest speaker thing is about?”

“I don’t know. Have you seen Liz at all. I’m worried. I haven’t seen her, or Alex since we got here,” said Max.

“I haven’t seen anybody. I’ve barely even had a chance to talk to you, or Kyle. Hell at this point, I’d even settle for talking to Zan,” Michael responded.

“Him I’ve seen,” said Max. “Because we’re ‘twins’ we get to share living quarters. He took a seat in the large hall, and Michael sat next to him. They tried to continue their whispered conversation but the instructor stood up at the podium and began to speak.

“Students, we are fortunate today to have with us, General Kobodi. I am sure you will find his speech to be very enlightening.” There was a polite round of applause as the instructor took his seat, and an imposing figure dressed in gray took his place at the podium.

“You are the best the Training Academy has to offer,” he began. “You among all others are the most elite. Great things are expected from you. But a small percentage of you may go on to even greater things. Starting this week, all of you will begin training with the Antarian Guard. I, personally will also be conducting interviews to see if any of you meet the criteria for the Aberjani.”

The sounds of whispering filled the hall as the students discussed this information. From different parts of the room, Kyle and Zan turned to look at Michael and Max. With four of them, there was a good possibility that at least one of them would be selected for the Aberjani.

“Quiet!” roared General Kobodi. “There is no need for discussion. The interviews will begin later today. The list will be posted outside of this room. That will be all.” He stepped down from the podium, and the instructor jumped back up and took his place.

“Before you are dismissed, I have one more announcement,” said the instructor. “While you are here at the Training Academy, you will be exposed to various social situations which allows the students from the different areas of study to intermingle. We will be having one of these events this evening.”

A tremendous roar of applause filled the room, and Max looked at Michael and grinned. He’d finally get a chance to see Liz, and to make sure she was okay.



They exited the hall, along with all the others, and made their way to the board where announcements were posted. Max scanned the list, looking for his name, and found it, near the top. Zan was directly after him, and Michael was in the middle. Max kept looking until he found Kyle’s name; first on the list.

Max stepped out of the way, and the crowd surged forward. The warriors in training were talking excitedly as they waited their turn to view the list. Apparently entrance to Kivar’s assassination squad was a big deal. He signaled to Kyle, Michael and Zan, and the four retreated to a quiet corner to talk. Max gave them the times of their interview, and they started to discuss their strategy for their meetings.

“I suppose just taking this Kobodi guy out isn’t a great plan?” Kyle asked.

“As enjoyable as it may be,” said Max. “I’m going with no. Anybody have any ideas?”

“Kobodi is an arrogant asshole,” said Zan, suddenly. “But he likes to have his ego stroked. Play him that way, and you should be fine.”

“And you came up with this information from where?” asked Michael. “Cause unless you went to a different meeting then us, I’m thinking you don’t know what the hell you are talking about.”

“I do know, and so do you, if you let yourself think about it,” said Zan. “The memories, remember? Che’koth told us that as part of the royal family, we have access to memories of all those who came before us. Zan, the other Zan, knew Kobodi. He had several run ins with him before the war. If you search your mind, you’ll find the information yourself.”

All of them were quiet, and all of them looked deep into their minds, and found the memories that Zan was talking about.

“The son of a bitch turned his own father in for being loyal to the royal family,” said Michael. “We can use that, or at least you two can,” he added, looking at Max and Zan.”

“Yeah, if he signed his own father’s death warrant, imagine how jazzed he’d be to see on twin willing to sacrifice the other,” said Max. He turned to Zan. “If we both go in, and say as much, it may look good.”

“I may have another idea,” said Zan. He started to explain his plan to Max, when he caught sight of Kyle’s face. He was white, and looked like he was going to kill someone.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked.

“These memories, exactly how does it work again? You, Max, Michael, Isabel and Ava are the only ones who can gain compete access to the memories of the former royals, right?”

“Yeah,” said Zan. “That’s what Che’koth said, anyhow. So?”

“Cause Che’koth was wrong,” said Kyle. “I’m seeing everything Ava saw before she died. She was raped, over and over again, then, when he was finished with her, Kobodi left her dead, naked body out in the courtyard of the palace for everybody to see,” finished Kyle, his voice filled with anguish. “That bastard did that to my wife.”

“Kyle, no,” said Michael. “That wasn’t you’re Ava, any more that I was the Rath who failed to protect his king. You have to keep reminding yourself that it wasn’t Ava.”

“Kahtair Ariey, please report to the training room,” called a voice. “Kahtair Ariey, please report to the training room immediately.”

“Yeah, well, I guess it’s my turn,” Kyle said grimly. He pushed angrily past Max and Michael and walked across the hall. He paused outside the training room, to stare at the two Aberjani who guarded the door.

“I’m Kahtair Ariey,” he said. They stepped aside, and the door slide open to reveal General Kobodi waiting inside. Kyle clenched his fist, and stepped through the door, and it slid shut, effectively sealing him off from his friends.




One by one, the young warriors were called in, but none emerged. Max managed to find out that they were escorted out another door, and kept segregated from their fellow students so that the interview process would remain secret.

“Ma’nith Drania, please report to the training room. Ma’nith Drania, please report to the training room immediately,” the voice called.

“Ready,” said Max, looking at Zan.

“No, but let’s do it,” Zan replied. As one, the two men stood up, and walked across the hall. The Aberjani stood in front of the door and refused to step aside.

“The interview is for Ma’nith Drania,” said one of the Aberjani.

“I am Ma’nith Drania,” answered Max and Zan together.

“General Kobodi does not have time for your foolish games, now Ma’nith Drania step forward!” demanded the Aberjani. Max and Zan both stepped forward, and the door behind the Aberjani slid open to reveal a very angry General Kobodi.

“What is the meaning of this!” he roared. “Where is the next applicant?”

“Right here,” Max and Zan answered in unison. “I am Ma’nith Drania.”

“Very interesting,” said the General. “Let them in,” he instructed. The Aberjani stepped aside, and Max and Zan walked through the doorway together, each turning slightly so they could both pass through the door at the same time.

“I take it one of you is Ma’nith Drania, and the other is Za’nith Drania?” inquired the General. “You should know that I am not amused at this behavior.”

“That is good, General,” said Max. “Since our aim was not to amuse you.”

“No, we wanted to show you the benefits of having the two of us as members of the Aberjani,” said Zan. “We often think as if we were one person.”

“Our mannerisms and speech patterns are the same,” said Max.

“Which could be very confusing for our enemies,” continued Zan. “One could be used as a distraction.”

“While the other gather’s information,” concluded Max.

“Your theory is an interesting one,” said the General. “However, it would lead me to wonder where your loyalty would lie. With Lord Kivar, or with each other?”

Max and Zan turned towards each other, and each aimed a carefully placed bolt of energy at each other. The two bolts met, and bounced off each other harmlessly.”

“Brother would kill brother to get what he wants,” said the General. “I like it. Very well, you will be notified.”

“Thank you General,” they said together. They saluted, and walked to the door that the general had opened. They entered another large room, where several of the student warriors waited, apparently for friends who had yet to interview. Max and Zan looked around. Zan tapped Max’s arm and pointed to a dim corner where Kyle sat. The walked over and sat next to him.

“You okay?” Max asked.

“Would you be?” snapped Kyle.

“No, which is precisely why I haven’t looked to closely at Zan’s memories. I’m not really ready to see myself die.”

“But it’s not yourself,” Kyle said, snidely. “Isn’t that what Michael said?”

“Will you chill out,” said Zan. “You’re drawing attention to yourself.”

“Why, can’t Antarians argue with their so called friends?” snapped Kyle.

“Not in English, you idiot,” whispered Zan, his voice hard.. “Look, we get it, what you saw sucked, and if and when any of us see anything like it, it’s going to suck too.” He reached up and grabbed Kyle by the lapels and pushed him up against the wall. “You’re pissed, and that’s good, because if you had seen that and weren’t, I’d have to kill you myself, but getting us all caught is NOT going to solve anything. Do you understand that?” He released his grip on Kyle, and Kyle slid down the wall.

“Is there a problem?” one of the instructors asked.

“Ah, no,” improvised Max. “Just a small argument over who was better suited for the Aberjani. Obviously, it’s me, since I didn’t get drawn into their foolish argument.

“Enough, Ma’nith Drania,” said the instructor. “There is no need to try and impress me, I don’t make the decision. Now the three of you, relax,” the instructor continued. “This is the fifth fight I’ve had to break up since the interviews started.” The instructor returned to policing the room, and Kyle glared angrily at Max and Zan.

“You didn’t see it,” he said, his voice filled with anguish. “See what they did to her, and to your sister, and then try and imagine Liz in one of their places, and see how you feel.” He turned away from them, but it wasn’t fast enough. Both Max and Zan saw the glint of tears in his eyes. They didn’t say anything more, but sat down on either side of him, each lost in their own thoughts.




The wait for Michael seemed interminable, but he finally entered the room where the others waited for him.

“How’d it go?” Max asked.

“I don’t know,” said Michael. “He seemed to think he knew me from somewhere. He kept harping on it.”

“That’s because he killed you, too,” said Kyle dully. “He severed your head from your body, and stuck it on a spike and drove it into the dirt next to the body of your sister.”

Michael blanched at the graphic description of Rath’s death. He took a deep breath and swallowed down the bile that filled his throat. “That’s impossible, he couldn’t recognize me,” Michael said in an undertone “I don’t look anything like myself, or Rath for that matter.”

“It’s the way you act,” said Zan. “And the way you carry yourself. Rath was confident. He carried himself with confidence, and so do you. Maybe that’s what he sees?”

“Is this another one of those memories?” asked Max.

“No, on Earth, our protector used to tell us all the time how much Rath resembled the Rath on Antar. He was so like him; so supremely confident. When he walked into a room, he owned it. You’re a lot like that,” he said, looking at Michael.

“Isn’t that just freaking wonderful?” said Michael. “How can he remember that after like 50 years?”

Max concentrated, accessing the information that had been implanted in them. “Time passes differently here,” he said. “It’s only been about five years since our former selves ruled here.”

“Nice,” said Michael. “Why didn’t anyone tell us about that little fact?”

“Let’s not worry about it now,” said Max. “It’s almost time for this social thing to begin. Why don’t we go get ready, and then we can find the others. Okay Kyle? You’ll get to see Ava in a little while.”


The social room was filled with students dressed in their finest clothing. By silent consent, they helped Kyle locate Ava first. Kyle’s relief at seeing her was palpable. Maria was with Ava, and she and Michael managed to locate Isabel and Alex. They walked over to where Max stood, scanning the crowd.

“Hey, any of you seen Liz?” he asked. “I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Yeah, about that, Max,” said Alex. “I don’t know if she’s going to make it tonight. She got taken away the first day we were here, and I haven’t seen her since.”

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Tomorrow’s Yet to Come

Chapter Twenty – Six Science Rules

“What?” screamed Max. He launched himself at Alex. Michael pulled him off and held him back as Max continued to scream. “Why didn’t you find us and let us know? What happened, who took her?”

“Shit, I did that all wrong,” said Alex. “Max, just chill, will you? I’ll explain everything. When we got here, they herded all us science and tech people into a giant room, and gave us all these tests. I did great, but Liz, she totally blew them away. They immediately placed her in this special program. She works like twenty four – seven, but it’s all by choice, I swear it.”

“If you haven’t seen her, how do you know it’s by choice,” Max ground out between his clenched teeth. “Talk to me Alex, before I do something you’re going to regret.”

“Our living quarters are right next to each other,” said Alex. “She left me a couple of notes, and left one for you, too. She said she was working on something really big, and she needed to focus on it as much as possible. Here’s the note she left for you.”

Max took the note and opened it. He read it quickly at first, to make certain Liz was all right, then went back and read it again, more slowly.

Dear Max,

Don’t be mad, but I got placed on a special team that’s working on something very big. I’m a part of the team that is developing weapons and technology for the Aberjani. Max, how could I not accept this opportunity? I’m going to try and get out of the lab long enough to get to this social thing, but it will look strange if the others keep working, and I don’t. Please understand. I know you’d do the same thing if you were in my place.

Love,

Liz

Max finished reading the letter, and then read it out loud to his friends, in a very soft voice. “It’s another in to the Aberjani,” he said when he finished reading. We,” he pointed to Michael, Zan, and Kyle, “interviewed with them today.”

“Are you sure it’s from her?” Maria asked. “Liz would never pass up a chance to be with you Max. Maybe something’s happened to her.”

“It’s from Liz,” Max said with a smile. “First, it’s written in English, and second, he held up the note, and showed them the glowing M.E. + L.P. in the glowing red heart.

“That’s my Chica,” said Maria. “So, what are we supposed to do at this thing? Are we supposed to dance to that crap,” she said, referring to the Antarian music that filled the air.

“Well, it’s not Metallica,” said Michael, “But it isn’t half bad.”

“Oh please,” said Maria, rolling her eyes. “Come on Space Boy,” she pulled on Michael’s arm. “Let’s go see if we can find me something I can eat.”

“Oh my God, that’s right,” said Isabel, looking at Alex and Kyle. “What are you guys eating. I know you can’t stand the food here.”

“Let’s just say I’m going to be a lot skinnier by the time this little adventure is through,” laughed Alex.

“Poor Kyle,” said Ava, kissing his cheek. “I’d bet you’d give anything for some Saturn Rings and a Pepsi right about now.

“Yeah, and a Will Smith burger,” said Kyle, his eyes closed in ecstasy. “Man, who’d of ever thought I’d be homesick for the food at the CrashDown.”

“Not me,” said a small girl with dark hair, who walked up to their small group.

“Liz!” Max whispered, joyfully. “You made it.”

“And you don’t know how hard it was to convince the other people I’m studying with to take some time off to relax. They’re go go go, all the time. Zan,” she said, turning to the duplicate of her husband. “How are you dealing with all of this?”

“Much better, now that I don’t have to look at his sad face, all torn up at the thought of missing you.” The small group laughed at Zan’s remark, but Liz, looking closely saw the underlying sadness in his eyes.

“What are you doing in this program, Liz?” Isabel asked. “Alex told us a little, but not much.”

“Let’s wait until Michael and Maria get back,” said Liz. “I have a lot to tell you, and it’s really important, but I only want to do it once. How’s the diplomatic stuff coming?”

“Pretty good, actually,” said Isabel. “Right now, we’re learning about the customs and etiquette of the cultures on some of the neighboring planets.”

“Yeah,” laughed Max. “You should see Isabel. She’s got this gracious ‘Lady of the Manor,’ thing going on when we have to act out these real life scenarios. Whereas, you can just about hear Zan thinking ‘accept my treaty, or I’ll kill you,’” laughed Max.

“And who spilled the ceremonial drinks all over the Krevlonian Ambassador’s lap?” asked Zan.

“Now boys, play nice,” said Ava. “Or I’ll have to let Kyle hurt you.”

Michael and Maria joined their group of friends, while Maria bemoaned the fact that she couldn’t find anything palatable to eat. “Nothing, and I mean nothing is going to fit me when I get back home,” she said.

“That reminds me,” said Liz. She reached into the bag that she carried and pulled out three small packages. “Take one of these before every meal,” she said. “You’ll be able to tolerate the food better. It masks the taste of the food, so you’ll be able to eat it.

“Where did you get these?” asked Kyle, shoving the first one in his mouth. He grabbed a piece of food off of the plate that Michael held, and shoved it in his mouth. “Oh,” he said, clearly disappointed. “It doesn’t taste like anything.”

“No, it doesn’t, but it’s better than tasting the way it should, isn’t it? And to answer your other question, I made them in the lab the other day.”

“Oh Chica, I could just give you a big giant smooch!” cried Maria.

“Yeah, Maria’s been worried about becoming too skinny,” Isabel laughed. “But now that everybody’s here, why don’t you tell us what you need to tell us.”

Liz looked around, and led them over to a dark, empty corner of the room. When everyone was settled, she began to speak. “I as chosen to work on a project for the Aberjani,” she said. “Our team’s purpose is to create the most scientific and technologically advanced weapons we can. “These guys are like Hitler’s storm troopers. They’re out to eradicate every enemy Kivar has, and we’re at the top of the list.”

“But why you?” asked Max. “The science part I get, but you don’t know how to build weapons. Do you?”

“No, we’re focusing on the scientific aspect. A second group is being chosen from the tech group. Alex, you’re on that list,” said Liz. “You’ll probably be notified soon. I’m trying to get it fixed so we can be teamed up together. You know, the whole brother sister thing. Anyhow, my job is help isolate key genes, for lack of a better word, that will allow he weapons to fix solely on it’s intended target.”

“You have to invent a thing that can track you?” asked Maria.

“Basically,” said Liz. “But I’ve also gotten a chance to look at the stuff they already have, like those wrist bands that let them show up on Earth uninvited. I don’t get too much of the technical aspect of it, but chemically, they are created strictly for the individual Aberjani.”

“Meaning?” asked Max.

“Meaning, if you put on a band belonging to another Aberjani, it wouldn’t work. In fact, it can kill you.”

“What a cheerful world you come from,” said Kyle.

“Attention, attention, may I have your attention please,” came a voice from the front of the room. I am sorry to have to cut short your evening of socialization, but the following students please report to the front of the room, immediately.” The voice read off a list of 12 names, including Kyle Max, Michael and Zan’s names. The four walked to the front of the room with the rest of those named and waited.

“You have been selected for a special project. Please vacate this room, and report to room 75, immediately,” said the voice. Max looked at Liz and smiled. “I love you,” he mouthed to her in English as he exited the room.

“What’s that all about?” Liz asked no one in particular.

“I’m not sure,” said Alex, “But earlier, Max told us they all went through an interview process for the Aberjani. I guess they were selected.”

“They’re joining the Aberjani?” asked Liz. “That’s too dangerous. We have to find a way to stop them.”

“And how is it any more dangerous than what any of us are doing?” asked Ava. “If any of us are caught, well, let’s put it this way, I wouldn’t be looking for a welcome home party and a parade.”

“This concludes the end of our social evening,” said the voice from the front of the room. “Please return to your living quarters. Tomorrow is market day. You will all be free in the afternoon to go to the market.”

The room filled with cheers, and Liz and the others quickly made plans to meet up before they headed to the market area.

“With any luck, we’ll find the guys,” said Alex. “You know, it didn’t do a lot for my image in high school when I hung out with you two. Imagine how geeky I’ll look when I’m walking around with four girls.”

“You’ll look incredibly popular,” said Isabel, pressing a quick kiss on his lips.

“Yeah, that’s Alex, he’s quite the stud muffin,” said Maria. “Come on Ava, let’s get back with the rest of the farmer doctor wannabes before we get the Antarian version of a demerit from the evil one.

Liz quickly hugged Maria and Ava and watched as they filed out the door. “Alex, I’ll meet you over there,” she said, moving away to give the couple some privacy.

“Seriously, Isabel, how are you holding up?” Alex asked. “Is this too much for you?”

“I’m okay, Alex. I’ve been trying to go through Vilondra’s memories, and get a feel for whom she was. But it’s so sad sometimes to know that I’m feeling the memories of a dead woman.”

“Try not to think about it that way, Isabel. Pretend your studying history or something,” said Alex. “And try and stick as close to Max and Zan, whenever you can. I hate not being with you.”

“I can take care of myself, Alex,” Isabel said, her voice cool.

“Hell, I know that,” said Alex. “I want you around to protect me.”

“I love you,” she said with a low, throaty chuckle. “And I’m going to show you in so many ways when we finally get a chance to be alone.”

Alex groaned, “You are an evil, evil woman, Isabel.” He kissed her quickly and watched while she joined a group of the diplomatic students that were exiting the hall.

“At least you got to say goodbye,” said a soft voice next to him.

“Come on Parker,” Alex said, taking her by the arm. “Let’s get out of here. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.”

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Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released.


Tomorrow’s Yet to Come

Chapter Twenty – Seven When Science and Nature Meet

“Good Morning,” said Plash Nevenia, the instructor. “Today, we are going to be working with a group of students from the medical program. “These students are part of a new branch of our medical program. They are studying some of the old ways of healing. To often, we rely on the healers to cure things that can be healed in other ways. There are fewer and fewer healers being born every year, so we must find other ways to care for the ill.”

Liz sat up, excitedly, hoping that this would provide her with an opportunity to work with either Ava or Maria, or both.

“When the students join us, you will take a few minutes to get to know each other and then we will form groups and begin to work,” explained the instructor. “They will be providing you with some of the plant life, and explaining the medicinal uses for these plants. Your job will be to examine the substances, and try and isolate the specific chemicals in the plants to see if they can be synthesized in the lab.”

There was a knock at the door, and a group of students filed in, along with another instructor. “Good morning,” said the instructor. “This is Jara Kobodi, the natural healing instructor, and wife of the eminent General Kobodi.

“Greetings,” said Jara Kobodi. “My students are thrilled to be working on this project,” she said. “This is Grenla. She is the best student I have,” said Jara Kobodi, pulling a girl to the front of the room. She had short greasy black hair, and protruding eyes. “ With whom shall she be working?”

“I thought it best if the students met one another first, and formed groups on their own,” said Plash Nevenia.

“Foolishness,” said Jara Kobodi, imperiously. “I demand that Grenla be pair up with your best student.”

“Very well,” said Plash Nevenia, with a sigh. She disliked the autocratic head of the healers. She was rude and arrogant and had very few healing skills of her own. She had secured her position solely because her husband headed the Aberjani. “Let me see,” Plash Nevenia looked at Liz. Liz looked at her with pleading eyes, and Plash nodded slightly. “Yes, I think Vorro would be an excellent match for your Grenla.

Jara Kobodi pulled two girls out of the cluster of students and dragged them to the front of the group. “And here we have two of my worst students,” she complained. “It disturbs me that they were even admitted to my program. With whom shall they work?”

Without hesitation, Plash Nevenia said, “Lan – Elandria. Step to the front and take these two girls back with you. You shall work together.”

Liz bowed her head, and walked to the front of the room to meet her new partners. “I am Elandria,” she said. “But you may call me Lan.”

“I am Mira, and this is Atara,” said Maria. “Please show us where we shall work.”

Liz brought her two friends back to her workstation, as she passed Plash Nevenia, she looked up, and the instructor winked at her. When the three girls were seated, Liz began to set up the equipment that she needed.

“So, you two are the worst students?” she whispered. “Maria, I thought you were going to apply yourself this time,” she continued with a laugh.

“Shut up,” snapped Maria. “That woman is vile. She is absolutely evil, she hates us, and has from day one.”

“It’s true,” said Ava. “And that troll she calls her best student is dumber than Pam Troy, but her father is some sort of big wig, so she kowtows to her constantly. But I though you were working on that special Aberjani project thing?”

“In the afternoons, three days a week, and in the mornings two days a week, so that we can attend our regular classes as well,” explained Liz. “But we received notification today that we will also be working with the natural healers, and here we are.”

“Any idea of why we’re all working together?” asked Ava under her breath.

“According to Plash Nevenia, it’s because of the lack of healers being born. They want to stop relying strictly on the healers, and find other ways to cure illnesses. You guys are supposed to provide me with natural substances, and I’m supposed to analyze them and figure out what makes them do what they do, and see if we can develop a man made version.”

“I wonder if hey have penicillin here?” mused Maria. “How cool would we be if we discovered that?”

“Maria, there is no way we can discover penicillin,” laughed Liz.

“How about if we had some. Could you figure out what it’s made from, and duplicate it with crap from around here?” Maria asked.

“Probably, but since we don’t have any, I can’t do it,” said Liz.

Maria reached into the small pouch she carried and pulled out a small bottle, and passed it to Liz.

“Where did you get this,” Liz hissed at her.

“Gold’s Pharmacy, New York City,” said Maria. “I had a small ear infection just before we left, and the doctor put me on penicillin. I packed it when we ran, and it was in the bag I had when we ended up here.”

“Cool, let’s see,” said Liz. “We’ll have to analyze it, and then, find comparable ingredients that are indigenous to Antar, and then see if we can duplicate it. This is going to be fun!”


“As members of the Aberjani training squad, you will, of course, swear a loyalty oath to Lord Kivar. Everything you do, from now, until you the day you die will be in the name of Lord Kivar. Do you understand?”

“Yes answered the voices in the room. Michael looked around the dimly lit classroom. There were about twenty Aberjani trainees. The rest of the room was ringed but full fledged Aberjani. At the front of the room, stood General Kobodi, and behind him was a giant picture of Kivar. It was all Michael could do to keep himself from walking up to the front of the room, and tearing it down. He listened with half an ear as Kobodi droned on and on about their loyalty to Kivar, when he felt something pushing at his mind. He hadn’t felt anything like it since Tess had died. She had tried mind-warping all of them, but thanks to the destiny book, they knew that platinum would break through the power of the mind warp.

Michael glanced out of the corner of his eye to Max, and saw that he too, was aware of the mind warp. It had to be Kobodi. Whoever was doing the mind warping was extolling the virtues of Kivar. He looked past Max to Kyle who gave him a quick wink, assuring him that everything was okay.

Michael looked to his right and saw that Zan was not looking good. His eyes were blank, and he was chanting Kivar’s name, along with the other Aberjani. Michael surreptitiously removed the platinum band that he habitually wore, and reached over and shoved it into Zan’s hand. He knew it was a risk, but he also knew that he had more practice than either Max or Kyle at throwing off a mind warp without the aid of platinum.

“Damn it,” he whispered to Zan. “Put it on.” He elbowed Zan, but he continued to ignore Michael, and focus entirely on Kobodi. Michael reached over and grabbed the ring back from Zan, then shoved it on his hand. He watched as the focus slowly came back into Zan’s eyes.

“What the hell was that?” he whispered to Michael.

“I’ll explain later,” Michael whispered back. “Just keep the ring on, and act like everybody else.

“Ring?” asked Zan. He looked down at his hand, and saw Michael’s wedding band on his finger. “Does Maria know about this?” he whispered. Michael just glared at him

“Our lives are nothing without Kivar,” said Kobodi. “Lord Kivar fought to free us from the tyranny of the royal family.” Pictures of Zan, Ava, Vilondra and Rath filled the room. “They royal family was a blight upon our society. They lived only to suppress our freedom. Only now, thanks to Lord Kivar are we free.”

“Long live Lord Kivar,” shouted one of the Aberjani that ringed the room.

“Long live Lord Kivar,” echoed the trainees.

“Unfortunately, there are still factions on Antar that remain loyal to the tyrannical royal family. We must fight to rid our word of these enemies, lest they insinuate themselves, like a disease, spreading and causing discontent,” screamed Kobodi. “You must have constant vigilance. Always be on alert. You never know who may betray you. Your own neighbor may be your worst enemy. As Aberjani, you live only to eradicate this blight upon our society. Long live Lord Kivar!”

“Long live Lord Kivar. Long live Lord Kivar!” echoed across the training room. Suddenly the lights came on in a blinding flash and began to strobe. A loud high-pitched whistle filled the air, drowning out the chants from the Aberjani. As quickly as it began, it ended, and the room was filled with silence. Michael looked around and saw that approximately half of the trainees were collapsed on the floor clutching their ears.

“Remove the failures,” said Kobodi imperiously. The Aberjani moved in and began to drag the prone bodies out of the room. “Congratulations,” he said. “You have passed the first test, and are on your way to becoming members of the Aberjani. They,” he spat contemptuously at one of the trainees still on the floor, “Are worthless. They are weak. As Aberjani, you may have to endure unspeakable torture. You must have the strength and mental fortitude to overcome any and all physical torture. That will be all for today, you are dismissed.”

Kobodi strode from the room, followed by the Aberjani. Silence filled the room for several minutes. Slowly, one by one, the remaining trainees left, until only Max, Zan, Michael and Kyle remained.

“Not here,” said Michael, when Zan opened his mouth to speak. “Later, in the marketplace.” Zan nodded, and the four of them left the room, ignoring the pictures of the royal family that were still displayed on the walls.

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Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released.


Tomorrow’s Yet to Come

Chapter Twenty – Eight – Rest and Recreation

The marketplace was alive and exploding with excitement and color. Maria laughed and spun around in an impromptu dance, happy to be away from the Training Academy for even a short time. She grabbed Liz by the hands and spun her around. “I am so glad to be out of there!” she cried. “If I had to look at that stupid Grenla for one more second, I thought I would scream. I mean Jesus, don’t they have shampoo on this stupid planet.

“Maria, quiet down,” laughed Liz. “What if someone heard you?” She pulled Maria by the arm and they raced to catch up to Ava who was walking several feet ahead of them.

“Maria’s right, Liz,” said Ava softly. “A few lessons on personal hygiene would not be remiss.” The three girls laughed, and the sound carried back to Alex and Isabel who were walking hand in hand several feet behind them.

“I’m glad to see the children are amusing themselves,” said Isabel with a grin.

“Go on,” said Alex. “Your just mad that I’m here and you can’t go play with them.”

“Right,” said Isabel. “Hang out with my girlfriends, instead of my best friend. No, I’m good right where I am. She squeezed Alex’s hand and smiled.

“Do you ever wonder what our lives would have been like if the Granolith hadn’t chosen us for each other?” he asked her.

“No, because I know you are the one I belong with. I fought it for so long. I didn’t want to let myself get close to anyone. But you kept right on pushing yourself into my life. And I’m glad, Alex. So very, very glad, because I can’t imagine anyone else I’d rather spend my life with.”

“I love you, too, Isabel,” Alex said.

“Hey, enough of that serious stuff,” shouted Maria. “We have some people to find, and some shopping to do.”

Alex and Isabel laughed at Maria’s comment as they strolled around the marketplace.

“Excuse me,” said a man, standing in the doorway of a small eating establishment. “The Royal Keeper of the garbage dump would like to know if you would join him for the midday meal?”

Isabel and the others looked wary, but Liz exploded with laughter and began to guide them into the restaurant.
“Apparently that’s our new secret code,” Maria said to Ava. “Either that’s Che’koth, or we just got hit on by the freakiest alien in the world, and worse, Liz fell for it.”

They followed the man into the restaurant, and sat at a large table set off from the main dining area. They sat around the table and the man they thought was Che’koth walked back out of the dining area to stand in the front door. Soon he returned with Kyle, Max, Michael and Zan in tow. “I will bring food,” he said.

They sat, silent, until Che’koth returned with the food. He set platters in front of each of them and urged them to eat. Kyle reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the tablets that Liz had made.

“You won’t need that,” said Che’koth. “The food is seasoned appropriately.”

“Hot damn,” said Kyle. “That means we can taste it.” He grabbed a spoon and started to eat.

“This will be the last time you can meet in public in this large a group,” said Che’koth. “It is too dangerous. I will find a place for you to meet, in the Training Academy, or rather, underneath it. It will be a haven for you, as well as a place for you to meet and share your news.”

“I don’t think we’re going to have a lot of free time,” said Isabel. “They keep our days pretty well filled.”

“That is traditional,” said Che’koth. “It helps to weed out the students that won’t succeed.”

“Nice friendly student focused school system you have here,” said Alex.

“Yeah, but with the dual course of study, and the Aberjani training, I don’t see much in the way of free time,” said Max.

“What?” asked Che’koth. “Aberjani training? What are you talking about?”

“General Kobodi came in, and gave a big spiel about the wonders of the Aberjani, and how it’s not just a career, it’s a way of life,” explained Max. “Anyhow, we all had to interview, even if we didn’t want to be a part of it, and we all managed to get in.”

“This is interesting,” said Che’koth. “The Aberjani has never actively recruited students. It must mean they are planning something big.”

“They are,” said Liz. “I’m working on a special tracking device for the Aberjani. They want to be able to hone in on a person’s genetic sequence and track them down by that. Well, it’s more involved than that, but you know what I mean.”

“They are afraid,” said Che’koth. “That is good. With fear comes mistakes. What else can you tell me?”

“Well, it’s probably not much,” said Ava. “Maria and I are part of a group that has been sent to work with the science students. We’ve noticed that our instructor hates us, but that’s not what’s interesting. She was ridiculing us in front of the two classes, and acting all imperious, trying to tell Liz’s instructor what to do and who to pair who up with, you know? Anyhow, Liz’s instructor totally blew her off, and put us with Liz.”

“Yeah,” added Liz. “Their instructor wanted her so-called best student paired with the best in my class, but my instructor saw me shaking my head, and she put this girl with the absolute worst student in the class. Then their instructor pulled them out and said they were the worst, and who should they be paired with. I tried signaling my instructor with my eyes, and I guess it worked because she put us together.”

“Who are these instructors?” asked Che’koth. He stroked his chin as he contemplated all the information they had gathered so far.

“My instructor is Plash Nevenia,” said Liz.

“And we are blessed with the wonderful and delightful Jara Kobodi,” said Maria. “She is evil incarnate.”

“You are not far wrong, Maria,” said Che’koth. “She is the wife of General Kobodi, the head of the Aberjani, and Kivar’s second in command.”

“Well she’s just a big fat stupid jerk,” said Maria, heatedly. “She doesn’t know much of anything. I asked one time why there were so few healers being born, and she just ignored me.”

“That’s because it’s not that fewer and fewer healers are being born, it’s that the ones that are, are being killed by Kivar.”

“What!” came the exited reply from around the table. “Why?”

“Most of the true healers, that is, people who have the ability to heal any and all injuries and illnesses have an almost direct connection to the royal lineage. Kivar wants to destroy anybody with a connection to the royal family.”

“Nice,” said Zan. “Remind me not to heal anybody while I’m here. Though with the headache I have today, I sure could have used a bit of healing.”

“Why? What’s wrong with your head?” Ava asked, her voice filled with concern.

“It’s nothing,” said Zan, trying to deflect the interest his statement had made.

“No it’s not nothing,” said Michael. “Kobodi was doing a big mind warp on all the Aberjani, the existing ones, as well as the trainees. You know, Kivar is the greatest thing since sliced bread. Zan didn’t have any protection, so he took it full force for a while, until I realized what was going on.”

“He gave me a ring to wear,” said Zan. He held up his hand to show everyone the ring, then slid it off of his hand. “Thanks. What’s so special about it, and how come you didn’t need it?” he asked.

“It’s made of platinum,” explained Alex. “There’s something about the energy wavelengths in the platinum that blocks a mind warp. I still don’t fully get it, but it works, and I’m not going to argue with it. As far as not needing it, Michael’s the only one who ever managed to break through one of Tess’ mind warps without wearing any platinum.”

“Yeah, but after today’s session, I don’t know if I can do it again. That guy is strong,” said Michael.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Zan, his voice tinged with arrogance. “If you can throw it off, I know I can.”

“No, you can’t,” said Isabel. “Don’t be stupid and prideful. That’s what got you killed the first time. You wouldn’t listen to anybody. Well, damn it, this time, nobody dies. You’re going to listen, and you’re going to do as we tell you.” As she spoke, she removed a necklace from her neck. “Here, I don’t need this, I have earrings and a bracelet made from platinum, as well as my wedding band.” She placed the necklace on the table and passed her hand over it, and it morphed into a thin platinum band. “You will wear this, and you won’t argue about it.”

Zan just looked at her, shocked that she would talk to him that way. It wasn’t something Lonnie had ever done, but then again, Lonnie had tried to kill him. At least Isabel was trying to save him.

“You might as well do it, man,” said Alex. “She’s using the Christmas Nazi voice. You don’t have a chance in hell of winning against that.”

Zan shrugged and slipped the band on his middle finger. What the hell, he thought to himself. It beats getting run over by a truck.

[majiklmoon]

Disclaimer: Roswell, and its characters do not belong to me. Melinda Metz, Jason Katims and 20th Century Fox have that particular pleasure. I’m simply borrowing them until the Season 2 DVD’s get released.


Tomorrow’s Yet to Come

Chapter Twenty – Nine – Clandestine Meetings

“Every good school should have an eraser room of some type,” grumbled Maria. “I don’t care what galaxy it’s in. Che’koth promised us a place where we could get together. I wish he’d hurry up and come through with it.”

“I don’t think he had that in mind when he suggested a meeting place, Maria,” Ava said with a grin.

“That is so not what I meant, and you know it,” said Maria. “I meant just a place to get together where we could be us, and not have to watch every single thing we say and do. It’s hard. I mean, we’re together in classes every day, but even then, we still have to watch every single thing we say.”

“Life’s about to get a bit harder,” Ava reminded her. “We have Jara Kobodi’s class again.”

“Oh,” moaned Maria. “Don’t remind me. Fine, let’s go.” She grabbed the pouch, which contained her last remaining penicillin tablet, and followed Ava out of her sleeping quarters into the hallway.

“Do you think this is what dorm rooms in our colleges are like?” asked Maria.

“N’ah,” said Ava. “Me and Zan crashed at one of the dorms at NYU one time when he was pissed with Lonnie and Rath. They were way bigger than these. And they had way more personality if you can believe it. These rooms are horrible, a little cot, and a closet for your stuff. And all the rules about not leaving personal belongings out, and not decorating the rooms is weird. I mean that dorm room we used was filled with junk.”

“Why are you two girls talking in the halls,” demanded an imperious voice behind them. “As students of the Training Academy, you should be aware that the rules prohibit talking in the halls between classes. It is a disturbance to the more serious minded students.”

Maria and Ava turned around, expecting to see Jara Kobodi, and were shocked to find Liz’s primary instructor Plash Nevenia standing behind them.

“I can well see why Jara Kobodi finds you to be such a poor representation of her program. You will, I think, have to perform some sort of service, as a punishment.” She took a folded piece of paper from her pocket and passed it to Ava. “You will follow these directions exactly,” she said. “Do you understand?”

“Ah, yeah,” said Maria, grabbing Ava’s arm and pulling her away from Plash Nevenia. “Whatever you say. We’re going to be late. Please excuse us.”

“That was above peculiar,” said Maria. “What’s on the paper?”

Ava unfolded it and read it carefully, then passed it to Maria. Maria stared uncomprehendingly at the paper for several moments before the meaning finally sank in. “Hot damn!” she said.


Liz sat at the lab table, studying the sample under the Antarian equivalent of a microscope. It was far more powerful than anything she had ever seen at home. She removed the slide, and slipped in another one, this one containing a sample of her blood. Carefully, she added a drop of a chemical compound she had been working on, to the slide, and the chemical attacked her blood cells, completely eradicating them.

She meticulously noted her findings, on the log sheet and continued to study. She removed the slide, and put another one under the viewer. This one contained both a sample of her blood, and a classmate’s blood. She added a drop of the chemical compound to the slide, and watched through the view piece as the chemicals attacked only her blood cells. Again she noted her findings on the log sheet, then waved her hand over them, and watched as the writing disappeared completely. A quick glance at the time piece on the wall revealed that she had only minutes to clean up before she had to go to class. Today was her afternoon session with Maria and Ava, and she wanted to get a sample of their blood to confirm her findings.

Liz ran down the hall, and slipped into her seat just before the instructors entered the classroom. Jara Kobodi walked in as if the entire room was subservient to her. Plash Nevenia followed behind her, shooting daggers of hatred with her eyes.

“Good afternoon students,” said Plash Nevenia. “Today, I would like you to,”

“Today, they will continue what they were working on yesterday,” interrupted Jara Kobodi. “Their findings were totally useless. I am highly disappointed in their performance. I expect far greater things from them today. Is that clear,” she addressed her final comment to the class.

“You had any luck on the penicillin front?” Maria asked Liz “Because I would give anything to wipe that supercilious smirk off of her face.”

“Maria,” laughed Liz. “I didn’t even know you knew what supercilious meant. And yes, I did make some headway on it. I worked on it all last night.”

“Oh Chica, I’m sorry, you must be exhausted,” said Maria.

“No, actually it was kind of exhilarating,” said Liz. “And lately, I’ve been finding I don’t need as much sleep as I used to.”

“Okay, then, what’s our next step?” asked Ava. “I feel so useless, I haven’t done anything helpful yet.”

“Ava, don’t talk like that,” said Maria. “You were the one who found almost all of the plant life Liz needed to do whatever it was she did.”

“You’re right though,” Liz said to Ava. “We need to find a way to explain what we’ve found, and why we put it together the way we did.”

“Cool it,” whispered Maria. “The evil on herself is on her way.” She motioned with her head toward Jara Kobodi, who was walking around the classroom. Liz looked around and shot a pleading glance at Plash Nevenia, and was rewarded when she Plash Nevenia darted around Jara Kobodi and came to their table.

“Yes, Lan, how are things progressing here?” she asked.

“Oh we are making some progress, Plash,” said Liz.

”Let me look,” said the instructor. She peered into the microscope and focused on the sample on the slide. “This is interesting, very interesting. What is its purpose?”

“It’s a compound to eradicate infection,” said Maria. “We’ve utilized several natural substances that Atara suggested.”

“No, most of the plants were suggested by Mira,” said Ava. “She’s very, very knowledgeable.

“Keep up the good work, girls, I think you are on to something here,” Plash Nevenia said in an undertone.

“What foolish things are these three wasting their time on?” inquired Jara Kobodi, shoving her way past Plash Nevenia.

“Nothing, they’ve found nothing, I was just about to take them to task for their shoddy work, Jara Kobodi,” said Plash.

“I would expect no more from these two,” said Kobodi, pointing at Maria and Ava. “They are worse than useless.” She turned from the table, her disgust evident, and crossed the classroom and walked out the door.

“I’m sorry, girls,” Plash said softly. “I had to do that.” She moved on to the next table, leaving Liz, Ava and Maria to sit in silence. Ava glanced around the room, and saw that the other students all avoided looking in their direction. She took the opportunity to pass the message she and Maria had received earlier, to Liz.

Liz quickly read the note, and stuffed it into her pocket.

“How can we get it to the others?” Maria asked. “We never see them.”

“Um, well, I can get it to Alex,” said Liz. “If he can get it to Isabel, she can give it to Zan and Max, and they can tell Michael and Kyle. God, this is worse than junior high!”

“I do not want to wait until the next market thingy before we get to tell them,” said Maria. “There has got to be some way to be certain that Alex can get this to Isabel.”

“Maybe there’s another way,” said Ava. “Liz, quick, make a copy of the note and give it to me. I have an idea.”

Liz quickly copied the note and gave Ava the original. Ava raised her hand and called to the instructor.

“Excuse me, Plash Nevenia,” she whispered softly. “I received an urgent message from my family today, and I need to get it to my brother. Is there any way I can do this?”

“Certainly,” said the instructor. “Do you know where his living quarters are located?”

“Yes, ma’am, he’s in the warrior training section,” said Ava.

“Then I suggest you go quickly, and slip the message under his door. Make haste and do not get caught.”

Ava muttered a quick thank you and scampered out of the classroom. She looked up and down the hall, then walked swiftly to the Training Academy living quarters. She crept silently up the stairs and quickly located Michael’s room. Ava looked up and down the hall once more to make sure she was unobserved then slid the note under the door. She turned and started back down the hallway. She reached the stairs, and screamed as she felt a hand come crashing down on her shoulder.