Canto Sixty-One – Sizzahl’s Primary Laboratory
Sizzahl awoke suddenly as a large chunk of metal crashed down from the ceiling above. The Bio Dome shook with the shockwaves of some massive crash above the lab.
“That will be Senator Tedhkruhz,” said Makkhain calmly. “He has come to put an end to all of us.”
“We can’t let him destroy the control systems in this building, Uncle Makk. They can repair the planet’s atmosphere if they keep running, but we are all doomed if they don’t.”
“Maybe you didn’t understand me earlier, my love,” said Makkhain, “we have reached the point where this world is doomed. It is the end of everything. The Senate decided the world should end before we ever went to war. We have reached the end times.”
Sizzahl looked at him through horror-filled eyes. “You are not my Uncle Makk!”
“No, I haven’t really been him for some time now. But I have enough of his genetics and enough of his real original memories to know that I love you and regret that I must kill you now.”
Makkhain pulled out a knife and a small slug-thrower. He smiled as he moved sinisterly towards Sizzahl. “Because my master, Senator Tedhkruhz, commands it. We were supposed to conduct a simple mop-up operation here. No one knew that General Gohmurt had failed to kill all of your family and scientific minions.”
“No! It can’t be.” Sizzahl’s face was dripping with oozing tears. She had never believed that she could be made to cry before that moment, but here was her fake Uncle proving her completely wrong.
“I will make your death swift and painless, little one. I am not without feelings for you.”
Makkhain raised the slug-thrower and fired at her as Sizzahl twisted the buckle on her belt. The bullet stopped in mid-flight and clattered harmlessly to the floor.
“Wha… what magic is this?”
“It’s Science,” said the weeping Sizzahl.
“What sort of Science?”
“The Telleron kind… I guess I owe Mrs. Castille for forcing me to wear this uncomfortable Telleron jump suit. It has a force field built in.”
“A force what?”
“Those frog people are at a higher tech level than we are… even higher than the Earthers are. And they are more generous and thoughtful than we are. They have no stake in this planet, yet they have only tried to help me save it.”
“Come closer to me, dear,” said the false Makkhain. “Show me this magic armor you wear.”
Sizzahl turned her face away from her uncle. Of course, if he grabbed her with his hand he might be able to kill her with the knife. So, she turned the dial on the belt buckle further. She shimmered for a moment and then completely disappeared from view.
“You know, Sizzahl, I can still find you. I have legendary tracking skills.”
“The real Makkhain did,” she said as she invisibly dashed out of the lab, “but you are definitely not him.”