Vincent Lyson Point of View

All three ladies stand in a circle, my form still holding strong as the men stand behind their mates, Sunni talking us through her process, "I won't lie to everyone, I have never transported this many people at once, or a giant monster, but we are going to do our best."

We watch Mark give her a strong squeeze of comfort, her eyes closing when we all take hands almost similar to a summoning circle. Her breaths become focused, in and out in long takes. I feel my skin start to vibrate a new sensation taking over me as our bodies start to shifting for the transport. While we understand much about our abilities, none of the greatest scientist in the world have been able to crack where the transports go or how they work. Most assume there is mirror or parallel dimension, maybe even just a middle dimension, but without proof to support it nothing can be verified. Us non transported have just been taught to trust the ones gifted with such ability, however watching the sweat that builds are her head does lead to some fear.

Her breathing becomes labored, quick breaths in and out as she uses all of her energy to bring us with her. Our bodies begin to hum, a small yell coming from Sunni as we snap from the office our bodies being thrown into the grass field above the bunker bodies rolling into one another.

We all sit up, confused to our location, but Sunni already has her hand up groaning into the grass, "I couldn't get us into the bunker, but I was able to get us near it. It should be down the road if the device led us right. I need rest and recovery; I need to hang back so I can get us home."

"Sunni helpful. Safe. Stay."

Her eyes soften when she looks at me, "Thank you King Vincent. Now go."

All of us watch her crawl to a wall connected to a deserted building, each of after seeing her safe booking it to the bunker. I feel my body form a different type of hum, my mate... she's close.

This hum is similar to when I found her, when I had exited that ship to see Damien standing with such a beautiful woman. I had almost fallen to my knees at the sight of her. My body knew that she was close, the other men on the ship concerned with the anxiety I was showing at ship land, but then, she made all of it go away, her small frame bring a sense of joy I had never had before.

Watching as Stella and Mary run with us, no one holding them back from their own star gifts, it was almost as if Crystal stands next to me taking off the blinders. She has been right all along, and it took her getting into danger for me to finally realize that. The strength of the women in front of me proves that, how can I continue to follow a tradition that limits the progress of my people.

The contributions that Mary herself could make to women's clothing alone to guarantee their safety in all situations, combined with the power Stella holds against all forms of enemies, they would unstoppable.

"The bunker should be below us, mate, can you get to work on the dirt?" Chase calls out, Stella nodding falling to her knees to start churning the ground.

"How strong is strong Vincent?" She calls out to me, my head nodding in return.

"Do what need." Stella smiles burying her hands into the dirt, knees digging deep and her becoming pale with focus. 

"I am going to widen the roots of the weeds in the dirt, made them larger and come to the center. I can sense the dead bunker around the living plants allowing me to develop some structure around it. When I have the weeds grown, the center will need to pulled out like you are weeding a garden." The pale green takes over her face, a mocking green breaking through the ground at the same time.

"Holy shit." Chase calls out seeing the power his little mate holds. The weeds break through the surface, six surrounding a seventh, moving up to a position similar to a tree. The unit it strong and holds it place when Stella falls back trying to catch a breath.

"Stella. Powerful."

"St-Stella needs wo-work." She groans looking as though she is going to blow her guts.

Chase drops down next to her rubbing the hair out of her face, a sincere smile displayed across his normally serious features, "You are amazing, mate."

Stella smiles in return throwing her head at me, I march to the weeds grabbing the center. Planting my feet and with a deep squat, I pull it from the ground the weight being similar to a few of our cars. Easy.

Snap. Snap. Snap.

Cracking as I pull, the weed comes nicely from the ground letting me set it down a way away the artificial tunnel becoming noticeable, Mary looks down the hole, her mouth agape, "You are such a badass my friend! You made this almost to easy."

Mary jumps into the tunnel the sound of her hitting the room returning back to the surface. Her jump, while confident, most likely told the enemy we were here if the magical plants already hadn't.

"Come on men! I have an idea."

Mark, Jeff, and I fall into the tunnel, Chase choosing to stay with his mate to comfort her green features with promise to come assist if we needed him.

"Mary, do you have an idea?" Jeff calls out, looking over the small space Stella had built for us above the bunker all of the roots acting like a roof.

"The pipe. It's over there. I can use that hole and create something similar to scissors. Reverse scissors I suppose. If Vincent is able, I can develop something that when he lands a hit on it, the blades with pulse out cracking the concrete enough for us to enter." All of us look at her, finally look at her. The intelligence that comes off of her in waves halts any ideas we have. Not that her idea is perfect, or is the only idea in the world, but more of the fact I thought she was only clothing smart. Not a bad thing, but the truth of the matter is that these women have proven their un-trained strength, determination is better than most of the men that I have had in my army for years.

Blinders gone, taken away, I stand before a woman that I would kneel to in thanks. Years upon years of memory return, back when the first star exploded. Women were equal to men, all of us fought side by side, every person for themselves as we grew together, traded together. Women staying home was a luxury, and a hope, but it wasn't made normal until the world slowly lost its history women become side lines and men stepping in to take the roles of leadership.

How had these thoughts not come to me before? These history lessons that needed to be slapped across my face.

Mary shifts, turning to the pipe moving her hands around it to focus on shifting it. The metal visibly moves below her hands, hinges forming and a flap top developing. With another deep breath, she sinks the newly created mechanism further into the hard stone roof of the bunker, "Now, Vincent."

I walk to her, Mary backing away to Jeff who takes her into his arms quickly.

Grunting again, I toss my arms back, pulling my fist tightly to slam down on the metal top cracking the cement below us enough that it falls beneath our feet a man standing over Crystal with a blade to her throat coming into our view.