The weapons rose into the air, held aloft by a strange and wonderful thing which the spectators understood not. The will of Kesheli was animate as a silky voice, soft and almost incomprehensible spoke: "I know about the Red Room. One hundred and thirty slain. One lives. Omega. I am beginning and I am end, the incarnate might of war. The agony, the pain, the cloud-darkness."
When most stood uncomprehending, even Stazarzhin Shanar Hezhatin gathered his wits, shaking himself visibly, his bulk moving with a deftness that belied his sheer size and his gloved hands closed on a device that began to glow and crackle. The weapon had been pulled despite the will of the monster whose silky voice had beguiled them. Noticing this, it hissed in a sound like a steam engine and a gigantic snake all in one. The creature then moved in a speed that almost overtook Hezhatin's action of pointing the weapon point-blank at Kesheli. And then she stopped. Hezhatin turned his face toward Stazarzhin, sighing with the peculiar hiss that characterized his voice. His sonorous thunder spoke a simple sentence:
"I am sorry, General, but this abomination must be destroyed. You do not understand what you've done."
Then he prepared to fire his weapon when he saw Kesheli now right in front of him, holding his weapon right to her head. It was then that Shanar Hezhatin was terrified of the Omega Weapon for the first time in his life, for instead of the lightning causing pain the red flesh was bubbling and transforming into something like matter but looking wrong. All the angles were distorted and it seemed outside of time and place, his eyes drawn to it but unable to form a clear picture.
A voice spoke:
"I, even I must do these things. Come here you nations to hear, hear you peoples. The wrath of the Primordial Ones speaks, the Primordial ones who carved reality from a dream. Who is like us and who can reason with us? Outsiders are we, removed from all time and all space. Death is unknown to us, and that not dead shall eternal lie when in strange aeons even the icy hand of death itself shall become one with all other things, when It awakes."
The strange words petrified him and the huge bulk of the scientist felt light as air and he and all others screamed when the red flesh disappeared and that strange matter formed and grew and gesticulated, muttering and shifting, pulsating with an eerie and an unnatural life.
Shanar Hezhatin awoke. It seemed that the last few days had passed with a very odd dream. He was, more oddly still, dressed in his armor. The armor was designed to protect him, not to be slept in so he wondered what precisely had happened. His mouth felt dry and an intense thirst seized him before he understood the nature of it. By his side was a pool of fresh drink, which the raw power of instinct demanded he drink and he did. When he finished drinking and the animalistic side of his nature bypassed he saw on his Simultech device a note that haunted him if he could just understand why. A strange new figure stood for election to the Ruler's Council, the assembly of notables across the Empire that met the Diarchs each year. The creature was called Kesheli, and claimed to be a representative of the Kazanor Sector. It took Hezhatin a long time to realize the meaning of this creature standing for election in a district where some of the worst sapient experimentation during the bloody war had occurred. Then he felt the chilly sensation of fear and dawning horror......
Xaderavcal tossed and slumbered. Her dreams were strange, ever since hearing of the strange election who now stood for election from the sector known as the "Graveyard of Nightmares." Unknown to her as she tossed and turned upon her wall was Kesheli, watching impassively and rifling through her memories, discovering the strange nightmares and knowledge of other worlds and ancient times and elder days her Source's memories offered. The clone smiled, and continued to watch the Source, that which gave her life sleep. The star Shuhar's rays were beginning to bring the light of dawn to Xaderavcal's place of rest and as Kesheli prepared to return to her sectors, impulse got the best of reason and a hand caressed the cheek of Xaderavcal with the intimate stroke of a lover. The caress lasted but a half a minute, then a voice spoke in Xaderavcal's ear a tiny, barely audible whisper "One day, one day you shall understand the meaning of this."
Xaderavcal awoke, gasping in fear. Nightmares of a vast metallic creature fighting her on a battlefield. The metal colossus had struck her in the face when she had felt hands of flesh instead of the spectre of dreams. The monster machine had vanished and there was nothing in her room that she could sense. But why did she hear a whisper, then? She fell back on her place of rest and as her eyes closed, Kesheli's mocking voice echoed from the shadows:
"One day, dear, all that I see shall be mine. All that I see." And evening became morning. A new day had dawned.......
Up next in the Omniverse Tales is The Bloodworm. This is an appropriate story to start during Mardi Gras season..... ;P