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The Three Realms The Three Realms (Book 5: The Final Fight)

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The Mid to Under Realmgate was the one of the pair that was given top priority, so it was completed first. Like last time, a comms probe was constructed. Everyone on the Endeavor manned their stations. “All right, ladies and gentlemen,” declared Arsha, “just like last time. Shalvey, transmit opening instructions to the Realmgate.”

“Transmitting instructions,” confirmed Shalvey. “…It’s received them and is ready to open on your command.”

“Nazay, open it.”

“Opening.” Once Nazay keyed in the command, they waited three seconds before the familiar vortex of colors appeared.

“Elmar, status of the comms probe.”

“Comms probe is ready to launch at your command,” reported Elmar.

“Malak, calculate distance from our position to the other side of the portal for it to land. Endea, refine those calculations.”

“Calculating,” replied Malak. “…Initial calculations complete.”

“Refining,” reported Endea as her eyes turned white. “…Final calculations complete.”

“Launch probe.”

“Launching,” reported Orthena as she pressed a button on her console.


A small device was launched from the Endeavor’s starboard bow torpedo tube. It sailed through the air and entered the vortex.


“Probe is inside Realmgate vortex,” reported Melandra.

“Here we go again,” muttered Denstra.

“Hey, Bashoon,” called Arsha.

“Yes, Captain?” asked Bashoon.

“Got another shanty stuck in your head? I think we could use the entertainment.”

“You familiar with Leave her, Marzii?”

“I LOVE that shanty!” called Malak. That seemed to be the general consensus of the crew.

“I’ll count us off then!” offered Arsha. She then slapped the armrest of her chair in a slow rhythm and the bridge crew began to sing.

I thought I heard the shipmaster say

Leave her, Marzii, leave her!

Tomorrow, ye will find sun rays

And it’s time for us to leave her!

Leave her, Marzii, leave her!

Oh, leave her, Marzii, leave her!

For the voyage is long and the clouds don’t roll

And it’s time for us to leave her!” Just then, Shalvey’s console lit up.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she called, “but we’re getting a transmission!”

“Can you identify it?” asked Arsha.

“Doing so now…same results as last time! It’s the probe on the other side of the vortex! Audio-only!”

“Put it through. And call the Emboramiis up here. I have a distinct feeling they’re gonna want to hear this.”

“Already here,” called Malnar as she and Elmpam wheeled Orbak onto the bridge. The instant they took their places, a weary man’s voice came through

“This is Moggle Deksnar, Prime Minister of the Under-realm,” revealed the man. “Political i.d. 1-1-0-1. Your probe came out of a vortex over the Belsnath Citadel. The Over-realm did the exact same thing, and we synced our Under to Over Realmgate to their Over to Under Realmgate, so I presume this probe came from the Mid-realm?”

“You presume correctly, Moggy!” chuckled Orbak. “This is Orbak Emboramii, King of the entire Under-realm, political i.d. 0-3-9-7!”

“Your Majesty!” cheered Moggle. “Thank the Ones you’re here! My native Frigandor needs your help the most!”

“Frigandor?! Tell me when I get there on the Endeavor! It will be docking at my private port!”

“Understood! It’s great to hear from you again after all these months!”

“And your service to the throne will be rewarded when I get there! Orbak out!” The call ended.

“Nazay, take us through! All possible haste!”

“All possible haste; aye, Captain,” confirmed Nazay.


Meanwhile, in Frigandor, the Realm Trinity Empire was closing up shop. The equipment had been hauled into all the transports and the armed forces were going through final checks. Dr. Borg smiled at the efficiency being displayed. They were actually ahead of schedule. “Hey, Doctor!” called Femfaf.

“Yes?” asked Dr. Borg.

“Shall we have the Divine Ones and Oyed prepared to move as well?”

“…You know, I almost forgot about them. Thank you for reminding me that they’re here. To answer your question, why should we bring them? What would be the point? What would be the tactical advantage? They might put aside their differences and team up against us, giving Realmfleet victory over us. No, close down all heating elements and food stores. Have them freeze or starve to death here.”

“As you wish.” Femfaf headed off to obey Dr. Borg’s orders. As she did, Dr. Borg’s spouses and adopted daughter arrived.

“This is it!” cheered Jansha. “We’re gonna be gods!”

“I was thinking of being a naughty god,” mused Remsu.

“You’re naughty anyways,” chuckled Dr. Borg, “but it’s one of the reasons why I love you.” Her smile then faded as a thought hit her. “…We need to prepare to say goodbye to our families.”

“It’s only a ‘see-you-later’,” said Shefarn. “We’ll see them again in the After-realm.”

“I suppose. Though, it WILL be long after they…pass on. That will take many years, even for beloved Fae like my own parents. They ARE stripping themselves of their immortality, but it will be 40,000 more years of natural life before we meet them again.”

“Yeah, not the most pleasant aspect,” agreed Tensam. “So, we have to do what we can and answer their prayers. Gotta take time out of our future busy schedules as gods somehow.” Dr. Borg smiled again.

“I guess that WILL ease the separation.” As Dr. Borg finished, everyone shivered. “Femfaf works fast!”

“I didn’t think I’d feel cold,” remarked Jansha, “yet here I am!”

“Scorpo’s waiting for us,” remarked Remsu as she rubbed her arms. “I see no reason in delaying him.”

“Neither do I,” agreed Dr. Borg. “We better go.” They headed off to the shipyard.


They entered the Scorpion’s bridge two minutes after their conversation. The rest of the Imperial Council was already there, manning their stations. Dr. Borg and her family assumed their posts. Dr. Borg eased herself into the Captain’s Chair, then smirked. “Mr. Scorpo,” she began, “set course for the Divine Tower.”

“Course already laid in,” replied Scorpo.

“The fleet’s ready to move at your order,” called Remsu at the Comms Station.

“The order is given! Scorpo, onward!”

“Aye-aye, Doctor!” He keyed in the necessary command and they all felt the Scorpion move upwards and forwards to the desert of the Under-realm’s Eastern Continent.

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