The Great Kings of Azeroth

It was the first time he had rode in a plasma yacht. The yacht streamed through the boundary of space and time propelled by the power of plasma engine. A plasma field held the ship together and created the rip itself between space and time. This fracture between space and time, otherwise known as hyperspace was what allowed ships to stream through the galaxy in shorter amounts of time. Sure, there were a myriad of ways of breaching and travelling through hyperspace, but the plasma yachts were the most relaxing and beautiful. They showed the inherent fractallic nature of the multiverse.

He was an apprentice Volus, and he was being taken to meet First Volus Ortrius. His fellow apprentices had mocked him, jealous at his honor, telling him that he had done something to mess up the cosmos. Even if the apprentices had not said this to him he would have been nervous, but watching the plasma soothed him and took some of the bite off of the nervousness.

The First Volus' home was in the Milky Way, the galaxy that had once held the great Azeroth, and it was far from Apprentice Jasis' home of late, the Pazerion. The plasma field's slow blue streaks began phasing towards the fast red streaks as the plasma began ripping through to normal space. The captain signaled that chronic monitors should be turned on in case the plasma field failed. Plasma Yachts were one of the safest, smoothest form of travel, but the tearing between spaces was heavily taxing on the plasma engines, and should the plasma fail, whose duty was trifold¹; the monitors would turn on smaller plasma shields to shield the passengers from hyperspace.

The return to normal space was uneventful, and the First Volus' planet looked like any ...

Chapter 2

Alexander was out of jail, the shuttle is fixed, what could go wrong? A whole list of things.

"Señor Tulliver, Señor Penguin, please take me out of this country. There is nothing left for me here, my family, my wife, my friends, all of them are gone," cried out Señor Gonzales.

Rojer, not knowing what else to do, "We can’t, there isn’t enough supplies, I’m taxing the system enough with ONE human, we’d have to get a hold of more oxy-mix, food supplies, and at least one more air filter or we’d all die in the blackness of space."

"But, I can get you those things. Please, let me join you," Señor Gonzales practically begged.

Now, what neither Alex nor Rojer suspected was that Señor Gonzales was playing double agent. The government may be stupid, but they are not blind. Gonzales was sent to sabotage the shuttle because the government’s first plan failed, and what better way to do it than through a person smart enough to make a-list, and dumb enough to work for the government. When the call came to Gonzales’ office from Mexico City, the government was prepared and had Gonzales on a leash. The plan was to let Gonzales get their trust and then sabotage. The plan itself was sabotaged piece by piece starting with these three words…

"It won’t work."

Where these mysterious words came from, other than that they came from the shadows, couldn’t be figured out, but it gave Rojer and Alexander the confidence ...