Science Fiction The Tyrant of Keltros
This is based on my unfinished work The Flower of Keltros. It isn't required to read it as I'm just putting this link here as a reference for myself. (And a self reminder to get back to working on this after finishing this one.)

I totally didn't forget about that. Totally. Even it has been almost two years since I last posted an update.

Year Zero

Lost shipyards

The Zaltarian diplomat, Mei Sheng-Ai felt as queasy as ever as she felt her body appearing into a barren looking platform. Old rusty space ships adorned the area either by ground or by remaining up within their holding chassis. Mei took a couple of steps forward toward an entrance to her right. Step after step, the queasy feeling vanished and her body was recovering quickly from the teleportation jump that she just did to escape the warship. Suddenly she stopped walking.

Something was not right. Obviously, this wasn't home.

(Was Mei able to see or feel exactly what was wrong?)

(Very Unlikely | 1[d10]) No, and...

Mei looked over behind herself. Nothing was there.

She looked up and around the platform, including the ships. Nothing.

Finally the diplomat looked within her own psionic aura for any intrusions. Following this, she used her own senses to see if anyone was there.

(Was she able to detect anything by actively looking?)

(Unlikely | 6[d10]) Yes, but...

Mei kept walking toward an entrance of a building. As she did, an idea sprang up. She stopped walking when midway there and, noticing a faint presence somewhere, tried to teleport to it; the diplomat knew it would take a slimmer of luck to manage to teleport with the dangers of being in a potentially hostile area. At that moment, she felt a faint force discharge that pierced through her chest. Under a second it was boring into her mind forcing Mei on her knees. She felt it spread within her mind flipping through her recent thoughts. The diplomat remained there shocked when she realized what was going on and how it was happening.

After she felt the unseen force jumping out of her mind, she heard a cold masculine voice within.

Do you think you are above consequences, Zaltarian?

Mei jumped and jerked her head around, but no one was there. Again she tried to take in her surroundings, this time to get an exact reading of the faint presence that she felt earlier.

Hearing my voice is enough to know I am among you. Stop what you are doing and answer my question.

"I insist that I know who are you."

Then answer my question and I will answer yours.

"No," Mei said looking around, "But even then, everyone...or thing have a price that can be negotiated with. In my experience, money is a quick band-aid for everything. Okay, now it's your turn. Who are you!"

I never existed. I never was here. I never will be.

The diplomat stood there, stone silence, before screaming. "You clearly exist when you are speaking within my mind with telepathy! I don't know if you are here with me or using some other means to see me from afar, but you are here alive somewhere!"

If you know the meaning to those words, you will know what I am . All I can be known by is by my purpose. Get on your knees and I will make the deletion process painless.

"Deletion process? Is that another word for killing?"

Kill? You deserve no less than deletion Sheng-Ai, but I am giving you a choice to make it painless because I pity you.

"Why me and how do you know me?"

I will not say why I have picked you, but it is not hard to figure that out if you take a honest look at who you are. On your knees, Zaltarian.

(Will Mei succeed in escaping using a quick teleportation jump?)

(Very Unlikely | 1[d10]) No, and...

Mei reached within her psionic aura only to make a horrific discovery that it was crumbling slowly in strength. She tried reaching out to the latent energies around her to no avail as she could feel the same faint energy having a strong hold on them. When the diplomat noticed the same faint energy that she felt earlier, she felt it again within her constricting her aura and draining psionic energies.

"What have you done to me!" Mei screamed.

I made sure you can not escape. I could have let you feel this painful process as well, but I truly pity you.

(Can Mei convenience the voice to spare her?)

(50/50 | 5[d10]) No, but...

"At least tell me what I have done to deserve this so I can defend myself!"

It will not change anything.

"But may I anyway please?"

The more you stall the inevitable, the more I am inclined to start the process.

"I'm not stalling! I'm trying to understand why! If I'm going to suffer a fate 'worse than death', at least give me some closure if you won't give me the time to find out myself!"

For a moment, her mind was silent. Mei found herself not able to form any thoughts within as it became a platform of communication like a microphone for the diplomat to mentally look and feel. Then she heard the voice again, in a much stern tone.

Then I will give you time to find out. In three years, I will come before you and finish the job. If you try to take your own life to avoid this fate, I will stop you and I will make your deletion process as worse as I can let it.

"How do I do that if all I got to go on was to 'look at who you are' ?"

If you were listening, you will have more ideas on where to start. Do not tell or hint to about this agreement. Close your eyes and I will take you to your intended teleportation target.

The diplomat did not want to trust the voice, but the fact that he have given her time to reflect made her a bit open to do that.

Mei closed her eyes and prayed that the voice meant what he said.

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