Spears had gone on ahead. Jake had collapsed in the corridor and Marvin was staying with him. These were the last minutes for the engineer - Spears had seen it before. But this time there was no unit to hand out the last of their morphine, nor chaplain to administer last rites.
Jake was going to die. And he only had his friend Marvin to comfort him at the end.
Spears had left them... because it was not his part to share that moment, and not the time to stop. He had to keep going. Things were falling into place, and every revelation sent fresh adenaline to his legs... fresh sparks to his exhausted mind.
That world... that place of darkness and the machine towers. Were the Elders being built there? And inside those towers... what were those spheres of light...?
The towers held spheres of light, like the one the Elders were going into... the one that led to Iwaku. Were worlds being stored in the towers, processed by the Elders, categorized, filed...? And why was Iwaku causing them such a problem? Why wasn't it being categorized?
Then the spacestation... descending through the Elder World... frying the Spiders, deactivating them. And now it was here. The Spacestation was here in Iwaku City and there was celebration in the air...
But the symbols were the same. The symbols on the towers and the symbols on the spacestation...
Something was missing from the riddle, something that would make these things fall into place. But Spears was a Sergeant, a drill-man, a grunt. He could not join the final dots. He just had to collect as much as he could - gather the intelligence then get back to Dystopia, in whatever state it was in now.
He paused at the next intersection, lowering his flashlight and pistol and peering through another viewing port. There was a long extension of metal protruding from the side of the spherical hull. It was of different design, sleeker and of a lighter silver-blue. And it was not as rusted or rundown as the rest of the station.
Pressing his face to the glass, Spears made out the telltale shapes of docking clamps and fuel lines. It was a ship... moored to the side of the station. He turned off the flashlight to cut down the glare, his half-open eyes narrowing even further as he tried to make out the markings.
His hand gripped the pistol again, his lip curling at the sight of the legend. He had never seen Asmodeus's flagship during the War. His company had been caught up in the Cult Quarter skirmish like most of the ISAF and Spears was just a corporal back then. After the Markovian raid where RoadRage and Lieutenant Travis were taken, Spears's duties had been little more than clean-up and then withdrawal to Goering Field (where he narrowly avoided being stepped on by a 50ft demon, but that was another story). But he had heard enough about the Legacy to know what it stood for. The Asmodeus Roleplaying Corporation, the Empire of Structure and the Tyranny of Ideas.
The final piece of the puzzle was locked into place, albeit crudely and haphazardly. What had begun as Razbots and Prolific X had become this: Supporters of Asmodeus, or perhaps the long-lost angel himself, building arachnid war machines and spacestations. Spears glanced below and saw the crowds beyond the castle. Perhaps Asmodeus was down there now, rallying the people as he did in his golden years.
But why were they listening? How could they not see the Legacy? What was happening down there?
Holstering his flashlight, Spears took out his camera phone and switched it on. He would use the last of its power to record what was on the Legacy... to find out what were the A.R.C. were planning.
And then he would try to find a way off this thing and get some help to Jake and Marvin.
[SUMMARY: Spears finds the docked Legacy and as he tries to piece the puzzle together he comes to the assumption that Asmodeus's followers have built the ship and the Elders. He starts trying to find a way onboard, so that he can expose what is happening.]