Ti'uro stepped forward. Her robes danced around her, filled with the power that blazed in her. The crystal heart she wore was blindingly bright. She lifted her hands.
The five women, one soul in separate bodies, perpetuated through centuries by cloning, faced her as a single unit. Their power built and intensified.
"You have no right to pass judgment on us," the lead woman spoke, mouth for the single soul. "You never have," she added, slipping into the ancient tongue.
"Justice will be served." Ti'uro's voice was like a lash, whipping across their minds and soul. Her own voice echoed with the souls of Jericho. "Your abomination will end."
She expected an attack. She had her shields up, her own power ready to lash out.
The lead woman chuckled instead. "It is just beginning. Your kind are the abominations, mixing your blood with that of common humans, mingling your gifts with theirs."
Ti'uro faltered.
"We were born to rule," the woman said. "Our powers are great enough to span space and time. We will triumph, no matter what you do."
The door across from her slid open. A young girl walked into the room, oblivious to the destruction around her. She walked arrogantly to the center of the room. The light of the planet overhead bathed her in eerie blue light. Her hair shone silver in the light, her eyes reflected it, full of power.
Ti'uro reached out her hand to the child, feeling for her soul, her zhria. She recoiled as if poisoned. She felt the screaming of children in the girl's soul, the lost children of Jericho. She felt the pressure of the girl's mind, unbelievably strong. She slowly collapsed.
"You cannot stand against us," the girl said. "I am the fulfillment of all destiny, all power. The universe is mine to command."
She raised her hand. Sheets of metal rose from the floor and shot across the room. Ti'uro ducked. They scraped past her, gouging long slashes in the floor. The girl laughed delightedly. She raised her hands over her head. Scraps of debris rose and danced around her. She skipped, her hair swinging around her. She smiled and sent the debris hurtling towards Ti'uro.
Ti'uro slammed into the wall, pinned by the debris. Blood trickled from her head, poured from her arm.
"It is not possible," she cried. No one could hold that much power. To move solid objects was impossible, it required too much energy.
"It is our destiny," the girl said and laughed mockingly. "You cannot stop us."
Ti'uro painfully raised her hand, clutching the crystal pendant. She felt the cries of those wronged at Jericho and Babylon, the remnants of their souls clinging to her. She looked overhead at the crystal dome.
"Be at peace," she whispered.
She thrust up and out with every bit of power she had. She gave it all, knowing she would not live. She felt the power of those held in her crystal mix with her own. She felt the power of the girl, and the women, pulled in to the maelstrom she birthed.
The girl shrieked at her, fought her. The souls of the children of Jericho wrapped around the girl, pulling their stolen gifts away.
Ti'uro released the power, a surge that burned her mind, stopped her heart. She felt her soul rising, flying free, felt the release of the other captive souls.
The dome shattered, air rushing out and away into vacuum. The station trembled and shuddered. She closed her eyes, her hand slipping free of the crystal heart, cracked and shattered now, stained with blood.
"Be at peace," her voice echoed and whispered through the station.