The Continuing Adventures of Kelvin Bladeheart; Flight Plans and Fangirls

Credits; Krell, Rea,
"Alright, so I get the impression we're going offworld.  Why?"
"Vion informed me that the cult responsible for our deaths has been reforming.  Using a set of illegal books they are spreading their beliefs and building their numbers.  Soon they will have the strength to attack once again, we are going into human space to find the books, kill the publishers, and decimate the cult once and for all."
"This is the same cult that Admiral Casat led the last living fleets against five hundred years ago, exterminating them, destroying their every asset, and enchanting the blood of their fallen into hunter golems dedicated to hunting down all hundred of them that escaped?  And Vion thinks they're reforming?"
"Yes."
"It has been a few hundred years, I suppose that the humans could have forgotten about the blood hunter golems, the dead regions of space, the Casat Line, or the ongoing war between us and the Seclorans.  It does sound like the sort of thing they'd forget."
"Wait, what is this'Casat Line'?"
"You mean the buffer region that Admiral Casat and the Last Living fleets established after they crushed the perpetrators of our undeath?  It's a region of planets along the eastern border that were caught in the crossfire and were left a zombie wasteland.  They cleaned up the zombies and built a militarized zone of living Nielda, still loyal to the Empire but self-governed.  They've been working to undo the damage, halt future invasions, and keep some vestige of the Empire alive."
"Why?"
"Loyalty, a sense of Honor; they could have just left.  They could have settled in the Upper North of space, many survivors did.  They could have joined the Seclorans and worked to purge us for our new undeath, a lot did.  But they chose to stay, and we're all quite glad they did."
"We should start there then.  If these 'blood hunter Golems' are mage's craft, then someone will have to know where they are and what they've seen.  With their magical senses they'd be the most effective way to tell if someone is a member of the cult or not."
"Ok, but I doubt we have the..."

He'd walked off again.  Krell glanced around the crowded transit station, Tala of Gasca Royal Spacport.  Somehow the tall, gray haired warrior had managed to vanish into the throng.  He muttered a few choice words, and then chose another to give him enough height to see Kelvin amongst the crowds.  He began to hover a few feet off the ground, brown sneakers dangling from under his robe.  It quickly became unnecesary when he heard his companion's voice from the ticket counter. 
"I'm an agent of the Queen, and I need two tickets to wherever the Casat Line is comanded from."
But before he could hear the response, probably an underwhelmed counter attendant asking for his ID, he felt someone tug at his robe.  His concentration interrupted, he collapsed to the ground. 
"Sorry father, are you ok?"
"Yes, yes, fine, never better."
Krell stood back up, brushing what he hoped was only spilled soup from his robes.  He glanced around, looking for his shoe, which had fallen off while he'd been hovering. 
"Here."  His shoe was thrust out in front of him, a thin gray glove holding it delicately by its toe.  "You'd dropped this, I wanted to make sure you didn' lose it."
He followed the glove up to the woman wearing it.  Not an inch of skin showing, she'd bound every inch of herself in gray cloth, as though it were a single bloodless wound.  From the way the cloth conformed around her..torso she probably wore armor under the cloth.  Even her head was bound, with a pair of metal goggles over her eyes and a few patches of auburn hair sticking out between the wrapings. 
"Thank you."
"I saw you with the warrior.  Was that Kelvin Bladeheart?"
"Yes, you know him?"
"I know of him, Do you know where he's going?"
"We are headed to the Casat Line, we're investigating something and he wants to start there."
"Take me with you!"
"What?"
"Take me with you!  I've always wanted to go on an adventure with a hero like Kelvin, ever since Mom told me the story of his duel with Archos, the scourge of Aquitae.  And here he is, on an adventure."
"I don't know, he doesn't seem like the sort to travel with women.  I bet he gets really chivalrous and ultra defensive, you could be a liability."
She dangled a set of keys.  "I have a ship."
"Sold!  Kelvin, I found us a ship."
"Just as well, I think the attendant fainted when she realized the magnitude of the threat we face.  You must be our ride, it's an honor to make your aquaintence."  Kelvin knelt in front of her and kissed her hand with the full flare normally reserved for a court noble.
"SQUEEEE!"