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Chapter Seven
Duty

  Lyca materialized on the transporter pad at the end of the hallway outside her and Trys’ apartment. Lyca immediately looked to their apartment’s front door down at the far end of the hallway, and noticed two men in military uniforms standing outside the door. The events of the past few minutes still playing through her mind, Lyca approached the apartment with apprehension. The guards outside were very friendly.
  “Excuse me ma’am”, the short guard inquired, “but are you miss Lyca?” Lyca looked at the guards, one was a short man, the other was tall, other than that, they appeared to be identical twins. Assigned births to fill the ranks of the Army, Lyca assumed the men to be betas.
  “I am.”
  “Please enter, your sister will explain everything to you.” Lyca placed her palm on the DNA scanner door lock, and the door slid to the right into the wall. Lyca entered the apartment. Trys’ minimalist approach to interior decorating had always irked Lyca, she preferred to be surrounded by lots of stuff. Trys was the exact opposite. The sparsely decorated apartment was a series of large rooms subdivided by portable walls into various training studios for Trys, and Lyca’s large room. A large kitchen with a table in the middle was the only room remaining as the apartment had been once they moved in. Trys was in her meditation room, sitting on the floor.
  “Lyca, is that you?” Trys yelled across the apartment.
  “It’s me sis, I’m back.” Lyca yelled back. Trys stood up and walked out of her meditation room to the kitchen. She sat down at the table. Lyca was already sitting, waiting.
  “You want to know why there are armed guards outside right?”
  “Yeah.”
  “Earlier today, there was an incident at the Bluefull Guild. Someone faked my DNA signature, and teleported down to Ragol. I had a... meeting... with Principal Tyrell, he ordered you and I to remain under house arrest until they can fix the situation...”
  “I don’t understand... what are you talking about? How can someone just fake a DNA signature?”
  “Lyca... There are things I have kept from you, certain... facts... about our origins. You were too young to remember much, so I didn't want to burden you with the truth. I wanted you to live a happy life...”
  “Sis... ?” Lyca opened her eyes wide and stared at Trys. A look of nervous uncertianty slowly appeared on her face as Trys spoke.
  “We were created years ago, before Pioneer’s launch. For years, all I knew was that we were part of something called ‘Project Sols’. When I was young, there were... experiments, conducted on me. I never knew why you weren’t part of the tests, until today anyway. But what you really need to know now, is that we’re not the only ones they created. We have two other sisters, one was born between you and I, her name is Iris. She was the one who faked my ID today.” Trys withdrew several printed photographs from her null space item storage, and placed them on the table. Lyca began to look them over, they were of two young Numan girls, one bearing a striking similarity to Trys, albeit with darker skin and orange hair. A caption under the girls picture read: “Project: Sols-Experrimental Type 02-Iris”. The other picture was of a much younger girl, who was dressed in a medical gown, and looked profoundly sad, the caption under the picture read: “Project: Sols-Experrimental Type 04-Tear” Lyca gasped, the girl in the picture was the same girl she had met on Ragol earlier, Tear.
  “I... I... I know her! I met this girl earlier today in the forest!”, Lyca quickly spoke.
  “What!? When was this?”
  “I just left her about half an hour ago...”. Lyca looked at her datalink. “I did get her guild file!” Trys stared blankly at the wall for several seconds.
  “It’s no good, those guards are out there, even if I could get past them, they’d call in for assistance. I’d never make it to the surface before they found me.” Lyca and trys both sat silent. Lyca stared at the picture of Tear, and thought back to earlier that afternoon when they had been together in the forest. “...Sister” Lyca thought to herself. “She called me ‘sister’...did she know?”
  The doorbell rang, Trys stood up and walked to the door. She pressed the open button on the wall next to the door, the the door slid open. A blue android carrying a rectangular box two meters long stood in the doorway. The guards appeared to have already inspected his ID.
  “Solstrys?” the android asked. Trys looked at the android, and at the box he was carrying. It was made of finely polished wood, and bore the family crest of her master, Zoke.
  “I am she...”
  “I was left with implicit instructions to relinquish this into your direct care.” The android bowed his head and handed the box to Trys. He then turned and walked down the hallway towards the teleporter. The front door shut at Trys walked back into the apartment. Trys inspected the box closely, she could find no apparent way to open it. As she examined the box, the crest of Zoke began to faintly glow.
  “Who was it?” Lyca asked.
  “Android... he gave me this and walked off. But I can’t seem to open it...”
  “What’s that symbol? It’s glowing...”
  “It’s the crest of Master Zoke’s family, I think he may have had this sent to me.”
  “What is it?”
  “Well... it looks like a sword box. But there’s no way to open it...” As Trys spoke the crest suddenly glowed brighter, and a from the crest a hologram of Zoke appeared. Trys placed the box on the floor as the hologram began to speak.
  “Trys”, the hologram began, “I am about to leave on what I am sure will be my last journey in this life. I regret that I will not be able to witness your growth as a master of the arts. I know you will some day surpass even myself, and I hope this, my final gift to you, will help you achieve your goals. I am also certain, that my master Anze has by now expelled you from my school. I must apologize for his actions. Please know that he means no ill will, it simply is his way. You and BWS are my brightest pupils, and I hope you can understand why I have done what I have done. If I fail in my task, it will fall to you and he to finish my work. A great darkness stirs beneath Ragol. Our people will never find solace upon this world unless it is removed. I know you are deeply troubled by your visions, but you must learn to see them for what they are. May you walk the path of honor and righteousness.” With it’s final words the hologram faded slowly. The crest on the box ceased glowing, and the box made a clicking noise. Trys knelt and slowly lifted the now released lid from the box. Inside the box sat a simple looking sword. Trys looked at her reflection in the sword’s finely polished blade. A simple paper card in the box read: “Orotiagito, AUW 1975, Dousetsu”. A look of total shock drew across Trys’ face.
  “What is it?” Lyca asked.
  “It’s... Agito. The final sword of the heavens...”
  “The what?”
  “Master Zoke...”, Trys whispered to herself. Lyca and Trys remained silent for several minutes. A sudden loud thumping noise from outside the front door caught their attention. The door slid open seconds later, and in the doorway stood BWS-1. A glimmering silver Agito in his hand.
  “Trys”, BWS-1 said silently, “we have a job to do.”

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