Ghostwave

A New Lemorl Champion!

What A Twist!

Where our heroes split…

Trauma attempted to read the mind of the Surf Rider assistant, Vizlok, and found himself unable to match the Lemorl in psychic prowess. Assuring Vizlok that he only wanted information on other champions, rather than the answer to the current puzzle, Trauma was given a choice. Under pressure of time, Trauma made the decision to champion for the Lemorl during their challenge, volunteering both Orzech and Phobos to aid him. Although distraught at the thought of potentially having to fight Lt. Dongle, it didn’t occur to Phobos to deny the request to aid the Lemorl. If it came down to it, she knew she’d refuse to fight the man she loved, or any of her other friends on the Chantu team. Vizlok disappeared after giving up information about other champions, merging with Trauma’s consciousness as an unexpected, and likely unwanted, guest.

Assuming they could tackle all challenges together, though the team now championed for two races, Trauma attempted to help Chrysalis make the right choice. Vizlok pleaded within his mind that the Lemorl needed to win the Contrasphere challenge, and that his champion should not aid the Chantu group. With a discreet nod from Phobos, Chrysalis was able to interview the ‘right’ Lemorl for the Surf Rider position. Vizlok appeared corporeally one last time to let them know they’d passed the challenge.

Because the previous Lemorl champion had failed a challenge, Trauma discovered that his new team’s “pass” had been used on the Quai challenge. Rather than returning to the familiar corridor which contained the amulet, the trio found themselves in another very familiar space…

(I’ll update this challenge once the Chantu group has seen it for themselves)

Each member of the trio fell onto a platform of their own, which orbited a small, red sun. Phobos and Orzech both collapsed broken and bloodied upon their platforms, too weak to move, too weak to aid Trauma in the Varantello’s challenge. They watched as the beautiful creature materialized and passed three orbs to their friend. How fitting that they should see an angel before they died!

Trauma looked from platform to platform, and although he couldn’t be heard at that distance, he appeared to be talking to himself. Blue beams of light began to shoot from the sun, obliterating any island it hit. A sense of urgency overtook the last team member standing, and he used an orb to create a land bridge to another island closer to the sun. As though they were specifically targeting Phobos; islands around her began to disappear in clouds of shrapnel and dust. Halfway across his second land bridge, a blue beam of light finally found its mark: Phobos disappeared in an explosion of light. As Orzech had been much closer to Trauma at the start of the challenge, he’d been fortunate enough to hear the goal; to touch that which threatens the team. Unsure of what exactly threatened them, but knowing he had little time and fewer options, Orzech began to fire energy from his hands at the sun. But the effort was futile. He then looked to his friend, rolling off his island and flying toward the sun. Like a comet in the night sky, he caught fire and crumbled to ash.

Alone, knowing a blue beam of light could strike him at any moment, Trauma used the power within him to jump to another platform, rather than to risk wasting an orb. Desperate, he fired a beam of energy at the sun. Although he was unsure of whether or not violence was actually the solution, his energy created a dark spot on the sun. His last attempt to use the orb on the dark spot of the sun failed. Frustrated, he launched himself toward the spot, arms locked in front of his face, defiantly crying out at the injustice of the challenge, the Myriad, and the death of his companions. As his world faded to black, he was filled with a sense of victory, and…

Our heroes found themselves together again, in varying states of disarray upon hot sand, under a familiar blue sky. Although the ground and air both were dry, the group found themselves curiously moist, feeling healthy and whole again. After checking their phones, they discovered that months had gone by since their abrupt departure to the Contrasphere. “Champion!” A very distraught and confused Vizlok cried out to Trauma, “Where are we?” They also discovered, much to their dismay, that they were now located somewhere in Wyoming. How will they get back to Washington? What will they tell their family and friends? Tune in next time!

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