The fall of Arkadia was the end. Until then, the Albion had been fighting to protect their legacy and their lives. After Arkadia fell, the Albion knew that nothing they had could stop the Ennead from killing them. After Arkadia fell, the Albion surrendered to the inevitable. After Arkadia, they gave their assembled armies and navies one last command. “Kill them all.” But the fact is that the Weylan didn’t need that command. The Weylan had been born on Arkadia. All of them. Their children had been on Arkadia when the Ennead tore it apart. The Weylan would have killed the Ennead for free after that. They did exactly that with their Peloran and Arnam cousins. They visited the same destruction on the Ennead that the Ennead had done to their homes. To their creators. That is the mettle of the Weylan. They can be the nicest people you’ve ever met. And they can be the worst avenging angels you never want to see. They are good allies.
My family had business concerns throughout human-occupied space, so I met many aliens in the century after Contact. Michael was not the first Weylan I met because of this. He was the first one I spent enough time with to truly know, though. Which meant I had to ask him the question I had long avoided when I met members of his race. Why they looked like angels. They don’t, really. Not the written descriptions. But they do look like the artist renditions. His response was to smile and say, “I really can’t say.” My response was that he needed to if he expected to work with me. He told me after that, and the truth is not as salacious as some theorize. They truly are not related in any way to the angels of our religious beliefs, but can play the part with perfect sincerity when they wish to. I will never forget the first time Michael invited us to a church Christmas program he had a small part in. I will give you one guess what part he played.
I met Sarah at Sunnydale when her people first arrived to help us. She was the first of her kind I ever met. Yeah, she was pretty as an angel. No, she wasn’t one. Her race is younger than the Bible, and they don’t even look like Biblical descriptions of angels. But…they sure do look a lot like the art. When I asked her about that, she just shook her head and said, “I really can’t say.” I may have asked if that was a “can’t” or a “won’t.” And she may have smiled and said something about the complexities of the American language. So I may have made it my mission to pump her for all the information I could get out of her. So she told me stories about flying around in the skies of her native Arkadia. And about fighting the Ennead. Oh. Did I miss that part? Yeah. She’s over two thousand years old. She watched the Albion die. And then she helped kill the Ennead. There certainly is a spark of the avenger hiding behind those fiery eyes.
The Albion of Arkadia were the foremost gengineers in a race famous for their genetic tinkering. The Weylan were their greatest creation, and if there was any system the Weylan defended more than Albion itself, it was Arkadia. They manned the orbital forts and the defense fleet. They flew the fighters and made up a large percentage of the army that would have defended against an invasion. But when the Ennead finally came for Arkadia, there was no invasion. The Weylan were better. They were the best. They shot the Ennead out of the sky ten times for every ship they lost. Some accounts say a hundred. They filled the skies of Arkadia with the dead and burning hulks that had been starships for days on days. The Weyland never surrendered. Not when the last of their warships fell. Not when the last of their fortresses burned. And not when the Ennead tore the entire planet of Arkadia apart piece by piece.
“I’m picking up active targeting radar,” Jasmine announced as the Hellcats flew inside one lightsecond of them. “Looks like a Technicron Actitrax Mark XII or XIII.”
“Wasn’t the Mark X they last one they used?” Jack asked.
“In the official upgrades,” Jasmine said with an annoyed look.
“Which makes these homegrown upgrades,” Betty noted. “They could have anything.”
“Fantastic,” Jack muttered. “I love not knowing what to expect.”
And that was when the Hellcats began firing missiles from their wingtip launchers. Displays flashed crimson all around Jack as hundreds of the small, guided projectiles began flying towards Jack’s squadron on plumes of blue fusion flame.
“Then you’re going to love what happens next,” Jasmine returned with a smirk.
“Mmmm?” Jack asked with a raised eyebrow.
“We’re getting radar emissions from Raytheon targeting packages,” Betty announced.
Jack blinked in confusion. “I thought Raytheon and Technicron didn’t play well together. Something about…missing data packets or something?”
“That’s right,” Jasmine said with a nasty smile. “These guys aren’t fighting with a full deck.”
“And we’ve got a plan,” Betty added.
Jack chuckled at the wicked amusement in their eyes. He might have asked for an explanation in most cases, but now probably wasn’t the right time for that. Missiles moved faster than words after all. So he just relaxed and said, “Then make it so.”
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