Part 9 (1/2)
”You really are stupid enough to be Verity's clone, aren't you?” She hit a b.u.t.ton, and Dr. Verity's image appeared on the viewscreen.
”Citizens of Quanterium,” Dr. Verity said, standing in front of white columns. A blue flag with the image of a rocket s.h.i.+p taking off from a planet, Quanterium's flag, flapped in the wind at his side. ”I come to you tonight to report that a Magisterian s.h.i.+p has broken our blockade and destroyed a Science Soldier transport. This is in no uncertain terms an act of war and must be addressed as such.” He shook his head sadly. ”I want peace as much as the rest of you, but the safety of Quanterium is my utmost concern, and I will not allow these magic-using criminals to do any more harm.
”I am officially declaring war on Magisteria. Our armies of Science Soldiers are on the move and will attack each Magisterian city within the next twenty-four hours. If the Magisterians truly wish peace, as they've claimed, then they will surrender and turn their criminals over to Science Police at once.
”This is a dark day for Quanterium, but I believe in our planet, our people, and our science. Together, we will overcome any who would reject the natural laws of the universe. May factual discourse guide you all.”
The s.h.i.+p banked hard to the left as Dr. Verity's image disappeared, and Owen barely held on to a chair. ”Wow,” he said. ”That escalated quickly.”
”You seem to have that effect on people,” Charm said. ”So now Verity's Science Soldiers from all those alternate dimensions where we found the Fourth Key are heading here to destroy Magisteria. His infinite robots outnumber the not-infinite Magisterians by . . . let's say an infinite amount. Usually that's a bad sign in war. You probably weren't taught math, though, so I understand why this is new to you.”
”Ah, it'll be fine,” Owen said, waving a hand. ”That's why we're here. He said we have twenty-four hours. That's plenty of time!” And it would be. After all, this was the last book, and everything was going to end well, so what's the worst that could happen? The planet wasn't actually going to get attacked. This was just Jonathan Porterhouse raising the stakes, giving them a time limit so everything seemed more exciting!
Charm gave him a strange look, then turned back to the controls. ”I can't open a wormhole while we're under attack.” She jammed the controls to the left, and a laser blast blew past them, right where they'd just been. ”And the longer we're out here, the more s.h.i.+ps will arrive. So when we do get blown up, I hope you somehow go first.”
”I'll handle it,” Owen told her, and set the spell book down on the floor. Again, it seemed to pull away from his touch, which was weird. He didn't remember it ever doing that with Kiel.
”No!” Charm shouted. ”No more magic! We barely lived through the last time.”
”Oh, don't be such a baby,” Owen told her. ”We made it out okay, didn't we?” He touched the singed part of the book again, then shrugged. ”But if it makes you feel better, I'll use something less explosive.”
”Kiel Gnomenfoot, if your spell harms even one metal plate on my s.h.i.+p, I will eject you into the nearest sun. Over and over.”
Owen ran his hand over the book, thinking, Give me a spell that will keep these s.h.i.+ps from seeing us. That'd do it, right?
The magic filled him again, but this time it felt less warm and friendly, and more . . . not. He shrugged, then immediately cast the spell, using his magic wands to aim the magic right at the s.h.i.+p. ”Invisibility, coming up!” he told Charm.
”What?” she said as the entire s.h.i.+p disappeared, leaving Owen, the spell book, and Charm all floating on what looked to be nothing. Charm gasped and frantically felt around for the controls. ”THIS IS YOUR PLAN?” she shouted. ”To make all my computers and sensors disappear? Whose side are you on?”
The Scientific Method began to slow down as Charm threw her hands out, searching for the controls. Her hand hit something invisible, and the s.h.i.+p tilted left, just in time to save them from a laser that pa.s.sed by.
Unfortunately, now that Owen could see what surrounded them, he realized that one laser wasn't their problem.
”That's a lot of s.h.i.+ps,” he said, pointing at the fifteen or so Science Soldier fighters that were flying right at them.
”I'm glad you finally noticed!” Charm shouted. ”Now could you let me see what I'm doing so they don't shoot us to death?”
Owen immediately reversed the spell, and the Scientific Method faded back into view just in time for one of the laser blasts to slam into the s.h.i.+p.
Everything went sideways, and the wall nearest Owen exploded in flames and smoke. Foam shot from the ceiling to put the fire out as alarms blared throughout the s.h.i.+p. ”We just lost half our life support!” Charm shouted. ”One more hit and we're done. I need to open a wormhole, now!”
”I got this!” Owen shouted, and turned back to the spell book. Give me something good, you stupid book! A spell that will actually stop those other s.h.i.+ps!
This time there wasn't even a cold, less friendly energy. This time the book didn't even open to a page. It just sat there, and weirdly, Owen got the feeling that it was glaring at him.
”Are you kidding me?” he said to the book, fear filling his stomach. ”Give me a spell!”
The book didn't move.
”Well, they're locking on with their laser missiles,” Charm said. ”Now seems like a good time to tell you how I've hated you from the moment we met.”
Owen glanced over his shoulder at her, then turned back to the book, breathing way too quickly. ”Okay, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I got you burned, I'm sorry I called you stupid. Just please help us now, or we're all gonna get blown up!”
For a second, nothing happened. Then the book opened, and a cold, chilling energy filled Owen. He immediately let the spell out, not even caring what it did, and the spell book slammed shut, right on his hand.
”Ow!” he shouted, but the book just ground his hand harder.
”The Science Soldier s.h.i.+ps . . . they're slowing down!” Charm said from the pilot's seat. ”What did you do?”
Owen stood up, the spell book still holding his hand hostage. ”I, uh, took them down. Hard.” He tried to shake off the book as he stepped over to the viewscreen, just as curious as Charm was about what he'd done.
The attacking s.h.i.+ps seemed to have changed color, glowing golden in the light of the nearby sun. Other than that, there didn't seem to be anything different about them.
”Obviously, I made them all, uh, gold now,” Owen said, faking some Kiel Gnomenfoot arrogance, but inwardly, having no idea what had just happened. Gold? Why would the spell book have given him that spell?
”That's actually impressive,” Charm said, raising her eyebrows in surprise. ”Gold doesn't conduct electricity, which means you took out all of their systems and computers in one shot. And even if they could move, their engines would melt right through the s.h.i.+p. I might almost call that . . . clever.”
”Well, it's all in a day's work for Kiel Gnomenfoot,” Owen said, winking at her.
She stared at him for a second, then turned back to the controls. ”Opening a wormhole. We'll be safe in a second. Then we can repair the life-support systems and get a move on.”
Something large and multicolored ripped into existence in the middle of the nothingness right in front of them and sucked the s.h.i.+p right in. The s.h.i.+p stretched out, pulling every fiber of Owen until he wanted to scream, then let go, snapping him back like a rubber band as it spit them back out. They emerged from the other side of the wormhole into a nothingness that looked an awful lot like the one they'd just left, only this nothingness had no planets or attacking s.h.i.+ps.
”It'll take them a while to follow us,” Charm said, standing up from the pilot's seat. ”Repairs are going, so we should have a little time.”
”You don't need to thank me,” Owen told her, grinning. Why had he been afraid, again? Of course they'd be fine. The book was written, and obviously Kiel made it to the end!
”Oh, don't worry about that,” she said, and suddenly her ray guns were in her hands, aimed right at his face. ”Instead, I'm going to shoot you. You have one minute to tell me who you are and what happened to Kiel Gnomenfoot.”
CHAPTER 19.
All Bethany could see was the ceiling as if she were looking at it through a telescope. Even as she struggled, something within her grew almost calmer as the ceiling got smaller and smaller, blackness folding in around it. Weirdly, it occurred to her that this must be tunnel vision, even as the tunnel of her sight began to collapse in on itself.
Then she slammed into the floor and suddenly could breathe again. She gratefully sucked in as much air as she could as her head pounded. What had happened?
”I said, stop,” said Kiel from somewhere in front of her.
Everything in the room dimmed except for the Magister, who glowed from deep down inside. ”What do you think you're doing, apprentice?” the old wizard said, his voice low and dangerous. ”I would not have hurt the girl. But I need her power, and cannot take it while she defies me. You must understand what-”
The Magister abruptly went quiet, only to groan from a lot farther away than he had been. Bethany pushed herself up so she could see what was happening, and found Kiel holding double magic wands that looked like they'd been sharpened into knives. The wands pointed at the now crumpled form of the Magister where he'd just slammed into the far wall.
”That's going to cost me at ch.o.r.e time when this is all over,” Kiel said. He turned to Bethany and winked. ”Look, I get it. You're impressed with me, and probably dumbfounded. It happens. But don't just sit there. Maybe do something a little more useful than jumping into blank sheets of-”