Patrick found Jane near the Sandworm closed mouth, her hand was resting on the Sandworm rough body, her eyes closed, while her hair flapped lightly in the tender desert breeze, beauty and her beast he thought to himself. He stopped the dune buggy near her, and started walking toward her, she turned her head at him smiling, her smile made his heart skip a bit.
“We are going to ride the worm,” she said excitedly.
“Ride? Where? Why?” he was worried on top of being confused.
“Yes, I don’t know, she needs help,” she stated, “Any more questions? No? Good, let's go,” she smiled.
The worm wiggles a bit, moved back, and then turned, she kept slowly moving away from the mountains, until most of its body was submerged in the sand, leaving only 3 feet of her body exposed above the ground, where she stopped, almost as if she was waiting for them, which she did.
“Whats now?” asked Patrick.
“Now we ride,” said Jane exited, She climbed on Sandworm's body, and motioned to Patrick to do the same, “This is an experience of once in a lifetime,” she said with excitement. she set on the send worms, her legs dangling on each side, she then extending her hand to Patrick to help him mount.
With a firm nod of his head, He took it with, and mounted the sandworm behind Jane, sitting as she did, “Surprisingly comfortable,” he said, as he settled in.
And the Sandworm started moving, agile and swift, she darted through the desert sands, her movement seemed to be part the desert itself, flowing with ever-shifting sands.
“This Is So Amazing,” shouted Jane over the roar of the wind.
“It Is,” replied Patrick, his voice bearly audible.
Jane looked to her side, where Patrick set the Dune buggy to follow them. It seemed to desperately try to catch up to them, but the distance between them and her, grew longer by every passing moment, since in the desert, even a Desert dune buggy, could not match the speed and agility of the Sandworms.
They passed another 30 minutes in relative silence, enjoying the wild ride on the Sandworm back until slowly they came to a halt.
“I heard tales and legends of such rides,” whispered Patrick as they dismounted, “Never thought I would see one, Never imagined I would be in one,” he said Awe-Struck, he raised his eye toward Jane, but she was looking at a distant hill, standing roughly 1500 feet from them.
“What is it he asked?”
“I am not sure, but we need to go there,” she said inspecting the hill, there seemed to be a large hole at her side, and barely visible from their vantage point.
“Why can't we go with the Sandworm?” he asked.
“There is a biofield extracted right here,” she extended her hand into the seemly empty air, “She can't breach it.”
“But we can?’”
“It is designed to prevent Sandworms from passing, not human, so yes, we can,” she sighed, behind them, the worm moved restlessly in circles.
He looked at the small rounded hill, and his eyes filled with anger, “Poachers,” he spets the word like it was poison.
Jane's eyes were fixed on the hole on the side of the hill, “Poachers indeed,” she echoed.
The dune buggy just arrived, “Let's go,” said Patrick as he entered it.
Without another word, they entered the Buggy and drove toward the small rounded hill, as they got closer, they got a better view of the hill and its surrounding. they approached it from the direction of the hole. Jane noticed with satisfaction, the twin heavy semi-auto handguns, had appeared on each side of Patrick's suit, “Zero space tech?” she asked motioning at the gun.
“Yes,” he answered with a proud voice, “And also kinetic shielding, and some more surprises,” he added with some pride, “I may not be gifted, by I am not stupid.”
“Good,” she approved, but her mind was somewhere else.
As they approached the hole, they could see more clearly, there were some makeshift Scaffolding, that surrounding the artificial hole, sitting there were two seemingly board guards, and between them was a large tall woman, they seemed to be joking about something, their outfit color was light brown, it seemed to befit the desert surrounding them, also they noticed, that each was holding a massive ornamented heavy rifle.
The moment the guard noticed them, they stood up, alert, their guns pointing at them, when they were 50 feet from them, the gun fired a warning shot, a massive explosion hit the ground next to them, forcing them to stop.
“That’s far enough,” Shouted the woman, she was obviously in charge.
Both Patrick and Jane dismounted, and started walking toward the guards, “That’s far enough I said,” her voice was louder, threatening, and in response, the guards to her either side, raised their rifles, targeting the pair.
Almost Instinctively Patrick stood between the Rifles and Jane, Shielding her with his body, his guns ready at his hands.
“Woa their Big guy,” Said the woman laughing, she was still sitting, her feet dangling over the Scaffolding, “See these large guns pointing your way? They are the dreaded and very rare, ‘occult rupture rifles’, designed to penetrate every armor there is, magical or not, even your kinetic one,” she grinned broadly. “And they are pointing your way,” she stood up and her smile turn into a frown, “Now take your little girlfriend and leave before I would change my mind and order them to shoot,” she raised both her hands to her side, palms extending up, a flaming orange sphere, appeared in each, “Or I might burn you myself…” she threatened.
Jane fell to her knees, her hands were resting on her head, in apparent agony, “Stop that,” she screamed, he is hurting them, “Stop that, stop that now,” she shouted, she removed her hands from her head, but she was still shaken.
Another man exited the hall, he wore the same outfit as the rest, with one exception, he had a large cloak strapped to him.
He looked angry at the intruders, and then at the mage woman, “What we are doing requires extreme finance, otherwise, I might hurt the larvas,” he said angrily, “Get rid of them,” he pointed without looking, and entered back into the hole.
The woman looked at the guard, “Stun them, we will let the desert do the rest,” she ordered.
“No,” Shouted jane angrily as she rose, the twin purple psychic whips appeared in her hands, and with a quick move of her wrist, they extended toward the guards, enveloping themselves around their weapons, and with another quick pull, the guns were ripped from their hands and landed at Jane's feet.
“Get ready to tie them,” Jane said to a very shocked Patrick, as she started running toward the hill, and after a short distance, she jumped, propelling herself in the air toward the Scaffolding surrounding the hole.
The mage woman looked shocked, but quickly came back to her senses, as lunched orbs of fire toward Jane, but to her surprise, instead of hitting, they veered off to the left and right, hitting the desert sands, instead of the charging Jane.
With a wicked smile, Jane landed in front of the mage woman, causing her to tumbled and fall backward, hitting the ground hard, fear started to spread on her face.
Each of the guards drew a long Jagged Comando knife, and charged Jane from both sides, Jane didn’t even look, she spread her hand to both sides, palm extended toward the charging guards, a short almost translucent burst of purple energy was released from her hands, pushing them over the edge of the Scaffolding, causing them to tumble down the hill, rendering them unconscious as they fall.
“Your turn,” hissed Jane angrily, as she started walking toward the now sitting woman.
“I don’t think so,” said the Cloaked mage, as he and another mage, appeared from within the hole, he pointed his hands at Jane, and a stream of blue fire roared forward, engulfing Jane’s body.
“That will teach you some manners,” said the woman mage gloating as her friends help her to stand.
The mage retreated his flame, and to his surprise instead of finding a charred carcass, he found Jane, her hand folded, a sly smile on her lips, while a naughty strawberry strand of hair was dangling in front of her face.
Rage was all over the Cloaked Mage face, but he was not a novice, “Fire armor, fair enough,” he spat, in his hands appeared a large two-handed fire blade, the other two mages followed his example, each sprouting a similar weapon of their own, “Let see what will you feel when the blades will cut your armor and burn your flesh,” he said as he swang his blazing sword at Jane.
Jane extended her open palm to meet the descending blade, where it abruptly stopped just a few inches from her palm, thin strands of purplish energy was blocking its path, “I don’t think so,” said Jane coldly, as she pushed him backward with her power, causing him to fell flat on his back.
A purple staff of pure psychic energy sprouted in Jane's hands, she swung it at the first mage, in response he raised his weapon to block it, but the staff pass through it, shattering the fire blade into a multitude of sparks, as it hit the mage on the side of the body, releasing a surge of psychic energy knocking him unconscious.
she then jabbed at the clocked mage, hitting him square on his chest rendering him unconscious as well.
With a sweet smile Jane turned toward the remaining lone mage woman, she brushed aside the naughty strands of strawberry hair from her face, pointing the psychic staff at the Woman's head, “Kill the biofield,” she said sweetly, “Now,” she added with a menacing tone.
“But the Sandworms, they will kill us…” she mumbled.
Jane removed to staff, and took a deep breath, “They won't, you have my word,” she said quietly.
The woman nodded, and reached toward a box near the hole entrance, and pressed a sequence of buttons, “It's done,” she said.
“Good girls,” said Jane, she touched the mage woman forehead with her finger, and the mage collapsed next to her friend, she then used her powers to lift the three unconscious bodies, and without much dignity rolled them down the hill, and levitated down toward the desert floor, where she was greeted by Patrick.
“I thought they were exaggerating when they said how powerful you are,” he said with disbelief.
Jane looked at him with concern, her face had a worried “Patrick,” she said, “Please promise don’t change on me now,” she seemed almost to plead.
“Why would I change?” he asked baffled.
“Because you saw me fight,” she said with a sad smile, she then started to move the unconscious mages to where Patrick has tied up the guards.
“I knew you could fight,” said Patrick, “I just wasn’t aware how powerful you are, nothing of what I think of you has changed, you have my word,” he offered with a smile.
“Good,” she seemed partly relieved, she then moved to kiss him softly on his lips.
“What was that for?
“When they pointed their guns at us, you didn’t think, you stood to protect me,” she whispered and kissed him again.
He blushed, and changed the subject, “What do you want to do with them?” he pointed at the unconscious mages and guards.
Before she could answer, the Sandstorm came rushing in, she stopped in front of Patrick and Jane, extending her head upward, and roared toward the Sky, she then closed her mouth and lowered her head to rest on the sand near them.
Jane seemed pleased, she pressed her hands on the Sandworm skin, then she pressed her forehead, for a moment was only silence, no sound, no wind, just the pulse of desert beating around them, Jane slowly retracted, her gaze followed the Sandworm as she moved toward the open hole, a big smile was spread on her face, she seemed happy.
“You know,” said Patrick, “When you fought, it looked like the elements were raging, it was like looking at a storm as it rages over the sea, powerful relentless, and dangerously beautiful, it was amazing,” he whispered in awe.
He took a deep breath and gently took Jane's hand, “But now, when you touched the Sandworm, the happiness on your face, it shines so brightly within you, it always did, that is the Jane I have fallen for,” he said shyly.
She kissed him again, a soft long kiss, “You just like me kissing you,” she giggled.
“What about them?” he asked.
“The sandworms will not touch them, and they will probably be down for 2 to 3 hours, can you call someone to pick them up, I want them to stand trial for what they did.”
“Done,” he said, “I will leave a marker, and I will order to pick them in 30 minutes, I don't want us near here when they do.”
“Good,” she said smiling, “Let's go.”
“One question? These guns,” he picked the ‘occult rupture rifles’ “you know how rare and powerful they are yes?”
“Why do you think I didn’t destroy them?” she winked, “Consider it a gift, now let's go…”
She said as they were headed toward the buggy, where the ‘occult rupture rifles’ was already loaded…
The rest is in The Book :-)