Star Force: Quenar (SF88) (Star Force Origin Series) by Aer-ki Jyr Page A

Archons.
    “Where is the Chixzon?” the bigger one demanded,
actually speaking English rather than having it work through a translation
mechanism. His words carried a shrill accent, but his words were clear enough.
    “Not onboard this ship,” Davis stated plainly. “I was
told you wished to speak with me.”
    “Bring him before us.”
    “Others have wished to speak with him as well, and
have been declined. Given his unique abilities he is not accessible to guests.”
    “You will bring him before us,” the KoQ said, holding
up his right hand towards Davis.
    Suddenly the Human in the silver armor was lifted off
the ground by an invisible force. Paul couldn’t see any Lachka tendrils, but he
flashed his Rentar around him without success…then with a thought he
telekinetically grabbed the big one and knocked him to the ground, pinning him
there as Jason stepped in front of Davis who suddenly dropped to the deck.
    The other two KoQ jerked, looking from their fallen
comrade and to the armored Humans.
    “Release him,” one of them demanded, holding up a hand
towards Paul and knocking the Archon off his feet and onto his butt with some
kind of invisible punch that his armor’s shields did not pick up.
    Jason didn’t wait, launching himself over the wall
towards the two standing KoQ and missing a fist to one of their heads when both
of them turned and pointed their hands at him, catching him mid dash and holding his feet a few inches off the ground. They couldn’t fully
control him, with his arms coming in close to his body as a ripple of
distortion surrounded him, then released to blow both KoQ away from him,
simultaneously breaking their grasp.
    When his feet hit the ground he launched at one of them,
meaning to tackle and pin his arms down but he never got there, for a shield of
hexagons suddenly flashed around the KoQ, with each invisible panel outlined in
gold and Jason bouncing off the solid mesh of inch-wide polygons.
    As he bounced another invisible grasp took hold of him
and propelled him backwards across the tiny wall above which a field of
hexagons formed blocking the three Humans off from the three KoQ as the army of
support troops rushed up to surround Davis and pull him back behind the two
pink-clad trailblazers.
    “Stop,” the big KoQ said before further fighting could
occur. “It is clear we underestimated your potential. We have come here to
negotiate, not fight. And if we do not return from this vessel it will be
destroyed.”
    “Do not use your powers again,” Paul warned. “Else the
talking will be over.”
    “Agreed,” the one on the far right side said, now
clearly taking the lead. “It is imperative that we see this Chixzon. I do not
care what other relations you have with the races assembled here, but you must
let us have access to him.”
    “For what purpose?”
    “We have questions that need answering.”
    “I’m sure you do,” Jason said, making it clear that
they weren’t going to get what they want.
    The middle KoQ sighed, then sucked in a slow breath.
“Patience,” he advised, though it was clear he was talking to his peers. “This
race may be intelligent enough to understand.”
    “As you wish,” the one on the right deferred.
    “We are the Knights of Quenar,” the one in the middle said,
looking at Davis who had quietly stepped up just behind the two trailblazers
with the multi-colored armors surrounding him in a living wall on all other
sides. “The last survivors of the Traelix . Our
ancestors were among those whom you refer to as the Ancients. They and their
allies fought and destroyed the Chixzon, imprisoned their living weapons, and
were rewarded for their tireless sacrifices with betrayal at the hands of those
whom they had protected. Few survived the purges that followed, hiding away in
the darkest corners of the galaxy and forgoing any attempt to reclaim their
previous territories and glory. They had only two priorities. Vengeance came
first.”
    “They