Segment 11- Fall

Segment 11- THE FOLLOWING TAKES PLACE A WHILE AFTER THE CATACLYSM.
My two neophytes grew up. A-Kul assumed my post, choosing a nine of her closest friends for her elite squadron. U-Mos trained under J-Gnk, who had trained under V-Mos. He believed, unwaveringly, that U-Mos would be the only sentinel of Aether to surpass her. I belive this as well. His training is going well, I hear.
A-Kul carried a grenchler horn with her often- she said it was for good luck. I think she carried it to remember her brother. They had not seen each other much in recent years.
Now, I regret not sharing my dream with them. I am happy that they never pressed me for information all those years ago.
And now, as I stand under the dome of a light crystal with a number of other warriors, I wish I had told them at least the gist of it. I would never have told A-kul, for instance, that her brother would outlive her. I would never tell U-Mos of the lonely cycles he would spend alone in the great temple while others slept. I would not tell them that I believed it was hopeless.
D-Chr, child-hero of Agon Plains, now the Agon wastes, was with my party. He was taking us through a coridor that finished in a massive room lit with a blue, semi-liquid substance that sizzled when something touched it. Even under the light crystals we carried, I felt the sting of the fetid air. Someone made a rasping noise and fired his Light Beam. I looked around, saw nothing, and activated my dark visor goggles. Ing.
I know why I had not seen them. The amorphous monsters were all over, clinging to the walls so close together that they looked like they were the wall. There were at lease a hundred.
"For Aether," D-Chr said with a sigh in his voice. He felt the way we all did. We wished we could have done more. He could have, he was young, perhaps twenty cycles younger than A-Kul and U-Mos.
We hooted and clicked in assent, and started shooting at the Ing. I was no longer young, but I had fight in me, and there is no way I would rather die than in battle, defending my beloved Aether, knowing that my last contact with my children was graceful and loving.
I don't think it's reasonable to ask for more.
I will miss Aether, but I have lived a full life and I am ending it with a glorious death.
In my last moments, I had the dream again. It went so fast, but I knew it all.
A meteor impacting Aether. The lands changing. The Ing. THe deaths of hundred. The deaths of all in A-Kul's cadres. The death of J-Gnk, and U-Mos standing sadly over his body, ready to assume the post of Sentinel. A-Kul slamming a key into some sort of mechanism. A-Kul turning and seeing the emporer ing himself. Her death. U-Mos recieving the news and collapsing in sadness. The others going to sleep, with U-Mos watching over them carefully.
And then there were bits that were new to me, parts I had not seen before. Members of a race I could not identify. They mine the blue, glowing, mineral. They are raided frequently by a being I do not know. Then a different race crash-lands. Another of that race arrives, clad in what I know to be Chozo armor.
U-Mos seeing her and knowing she can help. The death of the emporer ing. My people waking from their slumber.
And I have hope.