Rebirth

The screen fizzled, blurring the dark clouds still tainted from pollution. A never ending threat they failed to solve together even with whining activists. The power divide they truly lacked at their hand another painful reminder of their predicament. Their seats stiff, rough in it's installation even with all the funds stuffed into one place. Their last resort in the darkness.

The machine moved forward even further, using the little momentum and special fuel in a large burst of speed. Blurring the lines of their own reality still in place. Azarenka peers out of the window, still held to his seat forcefully under the strong forces of speed. Struggling to spot the clouds and debris moving backwards like a lucid dream.

Their fuel a remnant of the past. A claim to fame from a power source of unknown origins. Claimed to be from the depths of the earth, it's power more supernatural than the usual traumas of earth. Now a spectacle to behold once more. Bringing the speed of changing the time possible at the right altitude. Even it required an artificial intelligence to complete the journey safely.

"Good! First part completed! Now then, are you sure this works?!? Quartz?"

Lesandra hollered through the booming cockpit. Unsure if her message had been received by their four armed inventor. Strapped uncomfortably into place with his weird proportions.

"It may be a theory. But if there is no complications, this should work! They tested it multiple times before!"

He scratched his head. Gasping for air in the tight position he let himself into. Clinging firmly to his seat like the rest. The sounds of the buttons across the cockpit hollered, illuminating the fuel consumption full of life. Still grasping the proper speed to their destination.

Lesandra's eyebrows raised up high, unable to trust the man and his strange vague claims. Far too little information to go through with calm. Yet the only one able to be trusted in a time of urgency.

"You did the maintenance properly right?!?"

Azarenka turns behind to look at the four armed man, still getting into place as he nodded with approval unlike his partner beside him. Puking into his vomit bag he brought along with haste in his clouded glasses. Supposed to be their informant, all he could do is watch his eyes blur in static. Useless in their endeavors.

"Why is the values stated at 921? Isn't it supposed to head back to 2121?"

Xenovius points at the hollowgram, hardly hiding his need to pile further into the bag. Distracting him from the sudden realization on his colleagues' faces to the different numbers on display. Hardly the right year for the assault. Rather the date the normans arrived on Oflip soil. The beginning of a new empire. Quartz blood boiled hot, staggering around him to the static electricity between the giant rocket engines behind the cockpit.

"No not the device!"

He raised from his seat, peering closer at the component emitting smoke. It's split metal panel clattering the melting wire unable to take it's impact. Sliced open cleanly with no remnants of debris. A clean slice from the sword.

The one component allowing them to switch the time on the fly now a melted wreck.

"That bloody unnerving mech!!!"

He gritted his teeth, turning to see the planet reverse far too fast to slow. Azarenka fretted uneasily unlike the man placing down his vomit bag in frustration at their blank state of mind. Struggling to comprehend the decision made onto the computing device.

"How did I not notice!?! I have the best hearing amongst the group!?!"

He fumed, looking upon the machine careening down to earth. It's machine peeling apart from the special coating meant to keep it in place during its speed across time. Unable to hold on to the massive pull of gravitational forces suddenly increasing over the dark clouds. Far below, the untouched hills with burnt down houses and lush greenery laid still with frightened fluttering birds. Still filled with remnants of roman debris scattered across the overgrown fields. Just like the history text books.

Far ahead, empty smoke billowed around the medieval cities. Scarred from a recent battle that took over the kingdom in its place. Viking boats laid nearby, littering the coast that surrounded the castle once standing at Sector C. Still in it's prime despite the billowing smoke and crumbling stone watch towers, giving way to the fire in the crowd of Vikings plundering the land.

"I-it actually worked…"

Azarenka doesn't know what to make of the technical advancement once taut and shamed by those on the meeting table. A last resort with drastically disastrous results if everything went wrong. It's blueprints and methods cremated with the fracture of their organisation. As a result, this was the last machine of their hopes. All burning at lightning speed with no brakes.

"Watch it! Watch it!"

Her eardrums deafened upon the complaining Azarenka in the flurry of warning buttons. Useless to save the ship from its miserable fate. She quickly pulled the nose up, watching the rocks clip onto the hull. Crackling inward upon the broken bolts flying across their faces.

"BRACE! BRACE! BRACE!"

She grabs the thrusters, pulling them back against the rocky plains. Smashing upon each tip one by one as the craft flipped over into a giant inferno. Lighting up the peaceful space. Far in the distance, an ongoing crowd of armed men gathered around, their spears and bows up high. Directed against the blue ball of energy surrounding the four. Glowing within the sparks of flame, greedy for more to destroy.

"Who are you?!? State your purpose!?!"

They hollered in Norman. Desperate for a fearful response in return. Their eyes twitched, heavy in their breath. Slowly watching the four emerged in the blue ball of energy. Confused as to what they spoke and how they can communicate. Silently disappointed at the death of the traditional Norman language.

"Apologies for the mess we made. We are aliens from the future. We need to speak to the man in-charge of this clan."

The trio stood stunned, unable to understand the response she made. Somehow similar to the way the men spoke towards the armed men. Skeptical and frightened at the woman staring at the group. Worse was the man with four arms hiding behind the two. A freak than was nothing more than a creature ready to be put down.

"W-what? How are we-"

The soldiers barked at the weird looking woman, trembling at the strange sight with their finger firm on the bright spear. Ready to fire against the yelling of a man with red robes. His hair brown, large in build with scars across his body. His beard filled with dirt from his multiple conquests earlier that day. Elated to see something interesting right before his eyes. Beside him, two men wielded bright lamps. Illuminating the damp space against the burning wreckage. Far from the subtly scared looks on their faces.

"It's ok, we got something out of this world after all…"

He nods to his confused and nervous men. Lowering their spears against their own wishes. Noticing the intense gaze upon the young lady with white hair. They stammered, cautiously looking towards the man with an idea.

"My name is Oflip Kruger Dane, general of a clan down from Normandy. I may not be their leader, but I am the highest ranked in the whole group. I hope you understand. We have been conquering the remnants of English Forces in this area. I had been wondering when the gods would show…"

He sighs to himself, looking up at the stars shining brightly in the sky. Hardly contaminated with the light pollution once covering their skies. Brooding his victory as he looks upon the lady warmly smiling in return.

"I'm Lesandra, the group behind are Azarenka, Quartz and Xenovius. Hope we can get along to this request for help."

She nudged towards the trio standing behind her, still surprised by her impeccable conversation skills. Turning back to the king still looking in attraction at the strange lady and her demeanor.

"I'm unsure if god and aliens mean the same thing in this instance. But you are welcomed all the same. Follow me."

He waved the group to his direction. Leading them down into the large tents up the hill. Littered with baskets of food amongst droves of drunken soldiers and cooks wandering about. Taking curious glances at the weird looking men and women. The armed men slowly wandered around the group. Uncertain to speak out against their appearance. Cautiously gazing their eyes against the volley of tents. Only separating when they reached to the largest tent in the field.

Lit with warm lighting, it laid a straw bed amongst other commodities. A burgundy mat filled with intricate details strewn across the grass floor. Scuffed with dirt from the harsh extremes outside. Chests lined with incredibly amazing weaponry line across the floor. Awaiting the time they would be used like the books stacked on upon another. In the middle sat a table, still filled with rich black ink tainting the white feather of his. Ever ready for his next journal entry.

They carefully took off their shoes, watching the armed soldiers and supervisors in grey and green robes taking keen interest to their appearance. Slowly entering the room to join the urgent and strange meeting.

"Do you need wine?"

The man raised a cup of wine, filled with dust and frills. Staining the intricate details of their history. A wonderful opportunity to enjoy. If they ever had such a time.

"No thanks. We rather get straight to the details."

She nods to Xenovius, grabbing his black tablet from his bag. A strange sight to behold. The screen illuminated to life, showcasing life across the multiple centuries that passed by. The tragedies and joys which lumbered together a society. Flawed individuals chasing the spotlight of their dreams.

Much of the footage were all compiled some time ago from all of the historical events including the alien invasion. Hardly the world ending event stated in the prophecy. She had much hated the sight of their blunder here. The rise of the planet changing in form an unsightly contention. But with a new beginning, the plan to change time to their favors had tipped heavily to their advantage. Illuminating a jaw dropping sight amongst the stunned king and their supervisors. Unable to believe what they had seen before their eyes.

"I-Is that…"

He stammered, reclining back from his spot amongst the curious supervisors murmuring about. Attracting every bit of attention from the curious guards standing outside. Amazed and scared upon each peek. They gathered their axes, ready to charge upon the group with reckless bravery. Eager to protect a man ready to be buried in history unlike the conqueror.

They trudged in, stopping suddenly at the two man releasing an unknown looking weapon, discharging large amounts of electricity upon the trigger that struck. Releasing a gush of air that stunned the armed soldiers awake. Rushing in panic at his safety. Ready to attack. They gazed upon the group, impressed by their wild violent reaction of not for the creepy woman turning to face them.

"Apologies for the demonstration… This is no magic trick. We are a group of aliens that had arrived to seek a request. An end to the prophecy you had just witnessed."

"What?"

As he asks her uneasily, she begins chanting the prophecy in Norman. Slowly terrifying the men of the prophecy once feared by everyone on that space station. The one destined to end humanity.

"Ten individuals of equal minds, haunted through horrors of a lifetime unite. With their sheer will unleash ash and dust. Nothingness to their name upon its' remains. Say they are happy, but all liars. Betrayed and torn asunder. Silently watching humanity, realize their horrors. A darkness that plagues millennia. With the eerie stillness that remains their only grace and virtue. An end to a greatness that never was."

She turns to look at the general, keen to listen further for advice like his supervisors. Finally trusting the words she spoke from her mouth. He can't tell if it was the serious proof provided by the brute and the geek with their guns. It was finally a calming sight after all of the terrors of being caught against the group still haunting their dreams. He turns to the general facing her, this time taking her words seriously unlike the previous times before. Sweating buckets at their request.

"Are you serious? I struggling to comprehend what is going on. But even then, are you certain it is a good idea to start here? I don't even know if-"

He looks upon the woman with her nasty array of information. Far too deep to be a normal woman. His eyes light up, determined at her role as a goddess leading a victorious march. Unbothered by her firm stance, cutting him off at his uncertainty.

"Don't worry, there is no need to understand. Just remember one thing. If possible, find the best individuals in their field. Gather them and work together. For this terrible incident is unavoidable without their assistance. I suggest you start here. Make the association that-"

She feels a sharp cut deep through her neck. Stunning her comfortable position unlike the others caught by their strength. Chopped the same way she had. She gathers her remaining strength, listening to the muddled screams of Azarenka shocked by their brute strength. Yelling upon the woman stuck in the back.

"Y-you bloody idiot! Y-you just started a-"

Her voice gargled in blood, unable to watch the drunken man lob her whole groups head off in one slice. Yodelling amongst the men still listening in the room. Unpleasant at the group of men trudging into their conversation in a drunken spur. Tainted with spilled wine and dreary blood across the wooden chests.

"Berkin! Eustace! The hell is wrong with you!!!"

He yells at the group of men barely coming to their senses in their preparations for their next move. Too intoxicated to respond to his questions. His staff clueless to act against the brutes, elite in their status.

He stands up, gazing upon the hollow eyes of his alien visitor. Her eyes still that of a goddess with her white hair and red eyes. Pale at the betrayal of the man in red robes. He bitterly sighed, hiding his screams against the terrible impulses of violence. Nevertheless the propositions of an organization meant for the saving of humanity had been truthful. An aim with a righteous purpose. A conquest that will lead humanity down a colorful path.

"I agree. A foundation under your stead, Lesandra. A nameless organisation always in the shadows. The Association. We'll take over from here."

He raised his sword up high, meeting the gaze of his two drunken brutes. Confused but willing to go forward for their conqueror. His supervisors followed. Still shaken by their antics. They sighed, firmly in grip. Following the order of their conqueror, assured with his warm smile of a guide to a new future. The Light of Men.

"FOR THE FUTURE!"