Here the previous part: Origins of the Whirlwind, Part Eight: Downfall
With the battle still raging outside, Khaita and Tyrrahn knew they had to show the enemy forces that their leaders were dead, hoping that most of them would surrender. Tyrrahn began programming the ship’s communication system to allow them to broadcast a message throughout the solar system, while Khaita prepared a speech. They cut off Selena’s head to show the enemies proof of defeat.
“Alright Khaita, the transponder is ready, you know what you’re going to say?” Tyrrahn said as he slid out from under the computer system. Khaita stared into the vacant eyes of Selena’s head.
“Yes, I’m ready as well” they said, breaking their gaze from the lifeless head in their hand. “Let’s do this thing” giving a small smile to Tyrrahn, who returned it in kind. Tyrrahn then signaled a countdown with his hands… 3… 2… 1… then flipped the switch, and Khaita’s was transmitted to all corners of the solar system, and their speech began.
“Soldiers of the villain collective, I am Khaita, the Whirlwind, and I have infiltrated your leader’s headquarters and slain them. As proof, I present the head of the mastermind herself, Selena!” Khaita lifted Selena’s head above theirs as they said this. “With your leaders gone, it is only a matter of time before the great being’s forces annihilates you all. However, if you lay down your arms and surrender, the great beings will justly and equitably process you for the good of the galaxy. To the soldiers of the great beings, we have won, may you wrap up this fight swiftly. Thank you all for your service, and I hope for our enemies sake that they take our generous offer.” With that, Tyrrahn turned off the transmission, and Khaita dropped Selena’s head to the ground.
“Well, I guess that’s settled then, what’s next?” Tyrrahn inquired. Khaita walked over to Tyrrahn and grabbed his to lead him over the large window in the bridge. They looked out over the battle, which had not stopped yet, but appeared to be settling down in some areas. Tyrrahn sighed, the smile falling from his face. He turned his head to stare Khaita, who side eyed him in return. “Listen, Khaita, I… I…” Tyrrahn stammered, trying to find the right words. Khaita fully turned their attention to Tyrrahn, giving him the softest look they had ever given to anyone before.
“What is it, my dear?” Khaita asked, their voice soft and kind. … My dear? Tyrrahn had never heard Khaita use a term of endearment before, and it gave him the confidence to say what he needed to say.
Tyrrahn swallowed loudly, then said “Khaita, I’m sorry I had to deceive you, when we first met, and when I went undercover in the villain collective. I have had to do things that I am not proud of, but lying to you, making you hate me, was the hardest of them all. Please” Tyrrahn began to kneel, but Khaita grabbed him by the upper arm and pulled him to his feet.
“I forgive you” they said, pulling Tyrrahn into a hug.
“I wish I had not been so quick to close off my heart, I have missed you my friend.” Khaita continued. “It is I who should ask for your forgiveness for how cold I have been to you” tears began to well up in both of their eyes.
“Even though you have nothing to be sorry for, I forgive you” Tyrrahn said, tears now rolling down his and Khaita’s masks. Then they leaned into one another.
But right before the heads met, Tyrrahn gasped in suddenly and looked down at his gut. Khaita felt something extremely hot close to their own stomach and looked down as well, only to see a flaming blade sticking straight through Tyrrahn’s gut and lower chest. Inner fluids dribbled and gurgled out of Tyrrahn’s mouth as his body was pulled back by the assailant. As Khaita instinctively reached to their back for their sword, Tyrrahn body fell to reveal the assailant…
… only to be face to face with a dark mirror. Khaita swung their sword as soon as it was detached from their back, and their blade was met by the fiery blade of their shadowy self. Khaita could immediately tell that this dark version of them was physically stronger than they were, as they felt the force of the enemies strike all the way through their arm and into their neck.
“I always did hate how weak Tyrrahn was” the enemy assailant said. “Let’s see how much better you fair, Khaita. Are you prepared to fight the best version us!”
Well, I guess technically that’s the end of Khaita’s origin, I might write about what happens next, but I have a less concrete idea for the rest of the story. Regardless here are some bonus Mocs for making it to the end of this long post:
I made mata versions of (goood) Khaita and Tyrrahn, just for funsies. I’ll post a topic for the evil Khaita moc later, for now it’s late, and I’ve basically worked off an on all day on this post, toodles!