Les Mousquetaires – Chapter 5 (Past Lives) Part 2

Les Mousquetaires – Chapter 5 (Past Lives) Part 2
 
 
 
     “Never was anything great achieved without danger.”  Niccolo Machiavelli
 
 
 
“What you have to understand is that just because Wolf Clan is made up of only indigenous people, we are not all the same.  In fact, it was the notion of putting us all into one generic clan they believed would keep us separate, and fighting against each other over the best territories.”
 
“Yes, I know a lot about how the lightning harvesters were originally chosen,” the woman who had spent more than fifteen years at the UN said, with a great deal of shame tucked into the corners of her voice.
 
But the old man (who was more stout than the fifty-two-year-old Benny, in many ways), smiled all the same, as if he knew.  As if he understood all too well the true impotence of any public position.
 
“Wolf Clan is made up of over two-thousand different tribes.  Two thousand.  And if you want them all to work together, in synchronicity even, to accomplish this… that means you’re going to have to convince them all.  So, how long do we have?”
 
“Four days,” the woman replied without expression.  Just open eyes.
 
Tiglath smiled wide at that, and then laughed, and then said, “I knew all women were crazy, I just never realized just how crazy you all are, until just this very moment.”
 
“Says the man that not only led, but also came up with the plan for, the suicide run up Mount Mitchell,” Lynnette remarked with a small, sad smile; one of respect, but also of bitter regret.
 
“Yes,” Tiglath said, “says that man.”
 
And then he got up and went to the kitchen to wash out his glass.
 
And then he said, “Then, we’re gonna need the one they call Omaha.  He’s the only bastard I know of that could possibly run aground the worst of us, in that short amount of time, that is.  If anyone can.”
 
Bruce raised an eyebrow at that, “I’ve never heard of him, is he North American?”
 
“No,” Tiglath said, as he sat down at this control panel in order to punch in the new coordinates for his harvester.
 
“Omaha is South Pacific.”
 
Bruce whistled between his teeth at that, and Benny coughed a few times in his corner, so instantly Lynnette’s neck hair stood on end, just as another loud lightning strike hit the center of the ship.
 
“What’s the big deal?” she asked Bruce, because she’d come to trust his advice, if not him… entirely.
 
“South Pacific is where they send the craziest mother fuckers on the planet.”
 
“Why Omaha?” Lynnette hollered over the loudness of the storm in the ancient ship.
 
“Because everyone’s scared shitless of him.  Now, you better hold on.  These old ships drop further than those new high-falutin' ones you all are used to.”
 
And like that, there was a sudden stillness to the air, and then, as the ship began to rapidly fall towards the earth, as Lynnette’s stomach dropped into her toes, a loud CRACK sounded from all around them.
 
“Bloody hell!” Bruce yelled, as he grabbed Lynnette and threw her beneath him.
 
“What’s going on?” she screamed, just as the plasma coil burst into life.
 
“We’re being boarded by pirates.”
 
 
 
 
 
© Raena Exe 2021
 
 
*Inspired by life.
*All characters, places, and events are completely fictional.
*All rights reserved.

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