Fiction:Da Reckoning/Da Borealis Front

The Borealis Front was led by, with help from and. The object was to derstroy.

Da Rokkit Punch
Planet Garilia was a mostly desert planet, and bar an oasis here and there, almost lacking in life and in water. Were it not for the rich metals found within the surface and its close borders with the rich Ottzello Sector, it was likely the would've skipped over the planet entirely. It was a heavily defended world that the PCA flocked to for commerce, to mine and trade the luxuries metals and stones it possessed.

Fre'kloar wasn't interested in mining the world. He was interested in swallowing it whole.

Arriving on the planet's surface on just a small, late at night, while the other bosses beneath him led the charge to conquer surrounding star systems in the region, Fre'kloar was prepared to fulfil this mission alone, feeling he needed no help. The barely hospitable planet had one major outpost that he would destroy, so that the fleet could move in unopposed and eat the world. As he had no idea how to fly a Fighta himself, it simply dropped him off, operated by the Rogue Geek, as he jumped off, and walked slowly towards the large fortress.

The Zoles operated fortress was filled with surface-to-space weaponry, but none would detect a small starfighter. No one believed that a single ship of a size that small could carry enough people to get through the masses of walkers, tanks and supersoldiers on the surface anyhow. But Fre'kloar didn't need backup. He strolled towards the gate, towering several meters tall, as the two Zoles guards fired on him. But he appeared not to feel a thing, his thick skin and miniature shield generator shrugging off their lasers. He grabbed each of them by the throat, lifted them several feet in the air, before slamming their heads against the wall, crushing them, then knocking the door to head inside.

An insular building, Fre'kloar was greeted by supersoldiers of many races, including from the Refuge of Ottzello. Each of them turned towards him and fired, as he strolled through, breaking their necks, ripping their bodies apart, and smashing their skulls open. As they continued to fire on Fre'kloar, their determination turned quickly to fear, as soldiers who had undergone extensive training and thorough genetic enhancements saw it all go to waste as they dropped their weapons and fleed. This angered Fre'kloar, as he ran to catch up with them, ensuring he could kill them.

Fre'kloar's face was covered in the blood of those he had killed. He strolled through the metallic corridors of the structure which had finally been alerted to his presence, and he found fewer and fewer reinforcements attempt to stop him. But not because they were running out of soldiers, because they were running out of soldiers brave enough to face him. This frustrated him. And almost spontaneously, Fre'kloar suffered another anxiety attack, as he felt the fear on their eyes. They reminded him of the fear of Loron in the face of Zr'Ahgloth, of Ref'kolar, of Gratz'kaoz, and the fear they had inspired.

Fre'kloar's rage grew, as he reached the end of the corridor to a room full of computers, the operating center of the room. He crushed the first Inalton he saw, and picked up the next Zoles and smashed them into the computer. He picked up another, and flung it towards the remaining guards. He was close to the center of operations, about to deactivate the base, when he was surrounded by a dozen in robotic suits.


 * Niaka - You are under arrest, Loron.

Fre'kloar stopped, and turned towards them. He was outnumbered heavily, but he didn't so much as flinch.


 * Niaka - Surrender and die.

The rage on Fre'kloar's bloodied face changed to a grin, as he pointed his left arm out in front of them. The Niaka looked puzzled, at first, simply fixating their weapons on him. His robotic arm shot out of his wrist, and flew through each of them, tearing a hole in each suit as it flew through them, and within seconds, the arm had destroyed all twelve. He turned around to the door to the command center. A emerged ready to face him, who he simply pushed aside to the floor with his arm, crushing.

The command center contained only a single, circular terminal at the center, and a Zoles captain operating it. Known as Vavtrius, with much heavier armor and a more powerful turbolaser cannon, he turned towards the hulking Loron figure.


 * Vavtrius - You're taller than I remember. And your skin has thickened.
 * Fre'kloar - yoov seen wat i did to evryon heer. get out or itll be moar painful.
 * Vavtrius - Hah. You think I, captain of this region of space, will go down as easily as my peers? You think I, with decades of war experience and hundreds of slain and Loron under my belt, will be defeated by the likes of you?

Fre'kloar grinned, strolling towards Vavtrius. Still confident, Vavtrius aimed his weapon straight between Fre'kloar's eyes, as if daring him to walk forward. But Fre'kloar fired his rocket arm towards the console between them, and it opened a hole in it. The arm then exploded, and Fre'kloar grinned to himself again. He had what he came for, and now he turned around and left, as Vavtrius was not worth his time. Vavtrius growled, as he fired at Fre'kloar, whose shield absorbed the impact. Fre'kloar turned to Vavtrius, and dashed towards him, tearing his gun in half. He lifted Vavtrius in his hulking armor up in the air with his left arm, the metal claws grasping his throat as he was powerless to resist, while Fre'kloar's right arm slammed into his ribs and then ripped out his heart. He pulled it out slowly, and crushed it. On his way out, he sent a message to the Rogue Geek.


 * Fre'kloar - dis base is ded. send ma ship down den send da planet eeta ta turn dis planet into moar ships.
 * Rogue Geek - Excellent. Meanwhile, the other bosses, including Naktor'zak and Voa'reak, have taken a total of two dozen planets in the last few hours. They were unprepared for the size of our fleet.
 * Fre'kloar - dats good. den dey kno we is BAK in bizness. im comin fer hyperborea

Leaving the base, his PTSD still haunting him as he strolled out towards it, he was consumed by rage once more. Once outside the fortress, he fired his rocket arm to its ceiling, and exploded it, causing it to collapse in on itself. He slammed his remaining arm into the outside gate, causing it to fall. His ship arrived, and the unstable boss finally left the world.

The Collective's Move
The was restless ever since Da Rogue Boyz successfully defeated UNO six years prior. The board of the Supreme Advisors discussed many times over the possible extermination of the Loron, as they saw the attack on the Ottzelloans as an act of war they should not ignore. After all, when the declared war on a race, they were clear that complete annihilation of the opposing faction was the only acceptable outcome - surrender was seen as a means to delay destruction and recover, and the Collective had little use to keeping their enemies alive, as it served of little benefit to them in most occasions. The discussions had so far ended with the Collective believing an attack on the Loron would prove counter-productive, but once news hit of attacks on the Zoles Imperium, the board united once again.

The Supreme Advisors and Royal Admirals presented themselves before Queen, who analyzed the situation carefully. It would be the first time she would declare war on a civilization, though it was clearer and clearer that the Loron's continued existence was a threat and an offense to what the Collective stood for.


 * Maryah - Let it be known that today, the Indoctrinate Collective has declared war upon The Rogue Boys, who-
 * Windey - Dear Queen, they're called "Da Rogue Boyz".
 * Maryah - ... You mean that name is not just strange alien slang?
 * Windey - Oh, I wish that was the case.
 * Tarygan - Further proof that these demented barbarians are nothing but a blight in our universe. We cannot wait any longer. They must be destroyed.
 * Maryah - Indeed. As I was saying: Let it be known that today, the Indoctrinate Collective has declared war upon... "Da Rogue Boyz"... who threaten the lives of our allies as well as the stability of our new home galaxy. Let it be known that they shall be subject to the full might of the Collective's armada, and will be subject to the worst punishment to aggressors: complete and utter annihilation. Their worlds will be reduced to cinders, their culture will be erased from history, and their race will be be extinct, save for handfuls of individuals who shall be taken for study at the Collective's xenobiology academies. Let it be known that this enemy will face justice, and there will be no mercy.

, Marechal of the Royal Guard and supreme leader of the Indoctrinate Collective's military assets, stepped up, bowing to the Supreme Advisor board as he did so.


 * Jerkon - Our forces stand prepared to eliminate the Loron threat.
 * Maryah - See to it that it is done. The Polar Crystal Alliance must be helped.
 * Tarygan - And indeed, so do the Ottzelloans. Coordinate your efforts to free the Unified Nation's assets from Loron control, Royal Marechal. We shall get in contact with the Alliance and the Refuge of Ottzello in order to warn them of our upcoming support.
 * Jerkon - So be it.

Jerkon and the admirals left the board, while the advisors discussed war plans among themselves. As Maryah left the throne to the corridors of her palace at, she was followed by Tarygan Tersly, a content expression on the older Dracogonarious leader as she followed the queen.


 * Maryah - I knew the day to wage war would come. I just didn't think we would wage war on... psychotic manchildren.
 * Tarygan - As you grow old, you will realize, most aliens are strange and sometimes downright nonsensical. And I must say... you recited the Dracogonarious's Oath of Intergalactic Punishment marvelously.
 * Maryah - Heh... It almost feels bad, saying basically "we're gonna kill you all, no regrets".
 * Tarygan - Oh, it does not, believe it. It is for the best. The Loron will die, and Borealis will rid itself of one more of its cancerous growths. It shall be a day worth celebrating.

Da Thug Warz
Many obstacles stood in the path of the Rogue Boyz. And one of them was the. Having given the order to conquer one of their worlds rather than destroy it, to prove their superiority, Fre'kloar, along with Voa'reak and Naktor'zak in, landed on a desert planet, filled with bones from creatures who had made the sand their grave. The were fierce fighters, as one of the physically strongest races in the galaxy. But even they would struggle against the physically strongest race in the galaxy. Fre'kloar made it his goal to take out Camp Vrurka, the leading Murgur of the star system, and hang his head up on display to prove the dominance of his species.

The Murgur stronghold was heavily fortified. Fre'kloar grinned at the thought of taking out another desert's fortress, but the fortified armor and shield generators made this fortress difficult to take over. The Murgur, with many other species from the Aegis Guard, amassed an enormous army to confront the Loron, lining up in a square formation, to attempt to slow the charging Loron hordes they expected. Fre'kloar turned to Voa'reak, who nodded.


 * Voa'reak - hurhurhur...TRY AN CATCH ME!!!!

Voa'reak, along with many Jetpakkaz, took off to drop bombs on the unsuspecting Murgur, dispersing them. As the chaos ensued, many Troopaz swarmed them. Though the Murgur were able to fight longer than most did against Loron, the Loron could ultimately overcome them. The brutish rage and aggression of the species was matched only by their numbers. The fortress' cannons began to fire at Voa'reak's forces and took out many Jetpakkas. Voa'reak was caught in a dogfight.

Now was Naktor'zak's time to shine. With a platoon of s, he fired the antimatter cannons at the forcefield. The Murgur were not nearly expecting the firepower that they sustained, as it obliterated their shields. Within mere minutes, the forcefield was down, and the fortress took fire. Its windows shattered, as glass was spread across the battlefield, some of it piercing Loron and Murgur. Several more Murgur swarmed out to face the Loron, while others brought in tanks to combat Naktor'zak.

Walking through the Murgur horde, Fre'kloar shoved aside both Loron and Murgur, crushing the Murgur along the way in a cold manner, as he attempted to meet his foe. The enormous Captain Vrurka was almost as tall as any Troopa, and much more heavily armoured. He took out his cannon and fired at Fre'kloar, who responded by diving to his side and firing his rocket arm at Vrurka, knocking him out. He strolled towards Vrurka, towering over him, who picked himself up, and stared up at Fre'kloar in the eye.


 * Vrurka - You Loron are not true warriors. You are mere animals dressed as warriors. If I do not overcome you, my brethren will.
 * Fre'kloar - yoo dont kno war...YOO DONT KNO DA PAIN OF WAR LIKE I DO!!!
 * Vrurka - Hah! You think I am unexperienced? I fought in the Hegdar Revolution, where I earned the respect of my companions, and my leadership. An honourable war, a fight over scraps to the death. I know what it's like to face your own kind and slaughter them where they stand. To watch friends turn into enemies and have to tear them apart mercilessly.

Vrurka's words made Fre'kloar widen his working eye. He held his head in his hands, as Vrurka's words made him think of his own conflicts. How he had fought other Loron who should be working with him, and not against him. And how he had been forced to slay his best friend. He roared, as he dashed towards Vrurka, picked him up, and slammed him into the ground with full force, then kicked him and broke his armor. Vrurka got himself back up, and dealt a blow to Fre'kloar's side, but he barely flinched. His bionic arm slammed into Vrurka, as Vrurka fell.


 * Vrurka - To be outmatched by an animal. By a thug. But nonetheless, an experienced fighter. There are worse ways...I could've gone down.

Fre'kloar spat in his face and ripped his head off, holding it up for other Murgur to see. By this point the fighting was dying down, as Fre'kloar looked around him to watch other Loron fight. A Troopa was overrun by three Murgur, and cowered, hiding his head in his hands. Fre'kloar growled, as he ran towards them and slammed them away, killing each of them with a single blow. He yelled at the Troopa.


 * Fre'kloar - IDIOT. YOO CANT JUS COVA YA HED WIV YA HANDS LIKE A BABY IN DA MIDDLE OF A BIG FITE
 * Troopa - BUT...BUT YOO JUS
 * Fre'kloar - SHUT UP. GET OUTTA MA SITE OR IMMA BREAK YA TEEF.

The Troopa nodded in fear, as he ran off. The battle was dying down as the fortress was almost destroyed. Fre'kloar looked around him, the battle seeming distant. He was used to the battlefield, it had almost become a home to him, and to shut out from everything during a fight when he was barely threatened was a privilege very few could enjoy. But then he looked at one of the glasses he'd shattered. He bent down and looked at his reflection, and noticed something: it wasn't his own. No bionic eye, no bloodied face, the body, in fact, of a Betta Boy. And he was wearing Hagto'Zhl's hat. When had he ever put that on?

No. Fre'kloar gritted his teeth, as he realised what he was looking at. The reflection he saw was not his own, but that of Zr'Ahgloth. He growled, as he stomped on it with his feet. The glass was shattered. Bits of his own, true reflection, and not that of Zr'Ahgloth, were now visible to him, as he realised he'd simply witnessed another illusion.

With Vrurka's head in his hand, he made his way back to the ship, willing to call this a victory.

Da Cheese Pizza
Along with Naktor'zak and Voa'reak, Fre'kloar set his eyes on a new PCA world. This time, the fortress he was attempting to destroy was on a forest world, controlled by the. More technologically advanced than the Murgur and sporting powerful psychic abilities, but physically weaker. To mock her feminine appearance, Fre'kloar also brought the Rogue Geek along. The army tore its way through the forest, mowing down the wildlife, as they faced the Rovegar who took up their positions within it.


 * Rogue Geek - I still do not see why you were so amused by the thought of me fighting here.
 * Fre'kloar - DA PAIN OF LOSS... no wait. akshully its jus cus catfite
 * Voa'reak - i can see da dum chikz frum up heer. dey got kinda scary gunz tho
 * Naktor'zak - DIS FOREST IS DUM. I CAN BARELY SEE ANYFIN
 * Fre'kloar - WELL CUT DA TREES DOWN. DA TREES WILL LERN DA PAIN OF WAR
 * Naktor'zak - dey will lern da pain of MA MASSIV TANK

Naktor'zak fired his cannon and blew a massive hole in a group of trees, and while it marked a clear path towards the fortress, it also killed many of the Loron.


 * Voa'reak - IDIOT
 * Naktor'zak - NOT MA FAULT DEY WUS IN DA WAY
 * Voa'reak - oh no not dat i meen I WAS GONNA BOM DA TREES MAN WAT DA HELL

The Rovegari Militant's forces could be seen arriving to the scene, bringing up platoons of armored soldiers sporting high advanced assault rifles accompanied by armored vehicles. The Matriarchy's weaponry was among the best of the Polar Crystal Alliance, and even the Loron's best shields would be torn to shreds in seconds at their combined firepower.


 * Rogue Geek - I...probably should've prepared our equipment for that.

From the far left, all manners of odd sounds echoed throughout the deforested area that Da Rogue Boyz were tearing through. It first sounded like an explosion, then the cracking of ice, and then electrical surges, among many other sounds that the Loron could not quite make out.


 * Naktor'zak - uhhhhh is it jus me or is ma tank malfunkshonin agen
 * Voa'reak - DATS JUS CUS YA LITERALLY NEVA CLEENED IT but den agen ma jetpaks actin strange
 * Rogue Geek - They're never that obnoxiously loud.

Through the remaining standing trees in the distance, a swarm of all manners of substances, culminating in a flaky black storm, swept over the region.


 * Naktor'zak - yeh its definitely leekin oil an da gas has gone all weird
 * Voa'reak - oh ma dayz yor an idiot. ITS OBVIUSLY A ROVEGAR ELF MOMMY WATEVA DEYZ CALLED WEPON
 * Fre'kloar - deys killin demselves. A WEEKLINGS WAY OF ESCAPIN DA PAIN

The storm tore away at the armour and the flesh of the Matriarchy's forces; with what remnants of their being were passing through the air like a thick mist, all towards one location. Trailing their eyes towards the left, a faint but massive silhouette of a creature stood not too far in front of them, with a hazy green glow of what appeared to be eyes. It was laughing under its breath, seemingly consuming the essence that the Rovegar left behind.


 * ??? - om nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom nom
 * Voa'reak - ...man BRAGKLOGGA WAT DID I TELL YOO ABOUT DRINKIN TOO MUCH
 * ??? - BRAGKLOGGA? DUMASS I AINT BRAGKLOGGA
 * Rogue Geek - I believe we've established that that's not Brag'klogga.

As the deathly haze cleared, the full figure of a warped Loron stood before them. It was huge by most accounts, and its skin seemed to writhe upon itself, as if serpents crawled under its skin. It also had four eyes, and it sported rather formal clothing, and most notably, a distinguished hat tilted slightly on its head. Not to mention, an open demonic maw on its chest.


 * Naktor'zak - oh good its a flashie gon crazy, ok i dont have ta cleen anyfin den
 * Voa'reak - whos dis bozo
 * ??? - I BEEN LOOKIN FOR YOO LOT
 * Rogue Geek - Have you, now? Has Fre'kloar made another enemy?
 * Fre'kloar - PREPARE TA FEEL... DA GHOSTIE PAIN
 * ??? - wat da hell
 * Fre'kloar - DA PAIN OF LOSS... OF WAR... uh. yor not gettin it i can tell. wat do ya want

The warped Loron started scratching its head, as the eye upon its hat started looking around at the team in front of him.


 * ??? - nao dats da fing. wher i com from deres no such fing as wantin anyfin
 * Voa'reak - man yor an idiot
 * ??? - WAT DA HELL DID YOO JUS CALL ME
 * Rogue Geek - A name would perhaps be nice. I assume you know ours.
 * ??? - yeh. yoo wer all da talk bak in da dominion
 * Naktor'zak - WOAH woah woah. dominion? yor one of those deemun bootliks den
 * ??? - not reely a deemun bootlik wen ur boy is da santo man himself
 * Voa'reak - dunno who dat is probs sum weirdo dark loron god
 * ??? - WAT DA HELL DID YOO JUS CALL HIM man ur reely annoyin shut up
 * Rogue Geek - Voa'reak, at this point, I am not surprised when you fail your research entirely. "Santo man" refers to one of the most high ranking individuals in the, let alone the Dominion.
 * ??? - yeh. dey call him but dat reely hard too pronounce at tiems
 * Fre'kloar - and whai is yoo heer? da dominion is da ENEMY. DEY HOUSED REF'KOLAR
 * ??? - YOO BE SURPRISED. DA SANTO MAN LIEK YOO LOT. YOO MAEK HIM LAFF CUS HE FINKS UR FUNNI an dat whole take ova da oonivers fing is wat he lieks an stuff. SO DA SANTO MAN PUT ME HEER CUZ for dat whole reesun
 * Fre'kloar - so ya want ta be in ma army. I WULD USUALLY SPIT AT YA BUT DEN AGEN I GUESS MOR LORONZ IS NOT A BAD FING
 * Rogue Geek - That, and it's normally wise to accept offers from overcharged demon whackjobs who will kill you if you don't.
 * Naktor'zak - zr'an'kar and da otha 30 loron godz is stronga. i cant beleev ya forgot hao strong da 40 godz is. its an insult to da 50 godz
 * ??? - NAO NORMALLY I WULD TURN U ALL INTO SPAGHETTI FOR SAYIN DAT but yor rite so its all gud
 * Rogue Geel - Well, mr....what's your name?
 * ??? - MA BOY SANTO sez . dunno whai he call me dat
 * Rogue Geek - I see. Well, Mad'Hatta, let me formally extend my warm welcome into Da Rogue Boyz or...something. Benefits include pizza parties, kissing Fre'kloar's foot, and pizza parties. Apparently. No one does the second of those though.
 * Fre'kloar - FER NAO
 * Mad'Hatta - didnt fink so cuz dat sum ugli foot
 * Fre'kloar - ITS DA FEET DAT STOMP ON LOSAS
 * Mad'Hatta - man u an da DAM SCARY ONE shuld hav a sleepova or sumthin
 * Rogue Geek - I formally decline. I realise you were not speaking to me, but my response was a preface to whichever offer you were about to make for me.
 * Mad'Hatta - gud idea cuz DA DAM SCARY ONE is DAM SCARY
 * Fre'kloar - ya kno wats scary? PAIN an LOSS an WAR. TIME TA GO

The Rogue Geek signalled for the ship to land and pick up the other Loron, as Mad'Hatta had already destroyed the Rovegar's fortress. She then turned to him.


 * Rogue Geek - You brought your own ship, or do I need to make you a room on Da Propa Big Rogue Krooza?
 * Mad'Hatta - srsly i dunt even rememba hao i got heer
 * Voa'reak - dis guy. its seriusly like we jus met brag'klogga agen
 * Mad'Hatta - DAT CHRONOSCOPIC ENERGI STUFF THO. WHAI HAV DAT WEN YOO GOT POWA OF...actuly dunno wat powa i got cuz da santo man can be a reel sumfin sumfin at tiems BUT STILL POWA
 * Rogue Geek - I...see. Room it is, then. You will need to give me a list of preferences for the appearance of your room and I will tailor make it to you. I take pride in my ship. Because while Kal'kuir will not admit it, I did most of the design work on it.
 * Mad'Hatta - do yoo liek green
 * Rogue Geek - I...suppose so? I don't really have preferences.
 * Mad'Hatta - LOTSA GREEN DEN
 * Rogue Geek - This works for me. But I ask that you please don't ask me to make green pizza for you.
 * Mad'Hatta - seriusly yoo fink yor pizza is as gud as mien
 * Voa'reak - dems fightin words
 * Mad'Hatta - SHUT UP I DIDNT SAY YOO CULD HAV SUM OF DA PIZZA

The Rogue Geek blew a robotic sigh of relief, as she prepared the Krooza's landing.

Runnin Frum Da Cops
Fre'kloar's advance further in the galaxy was going swimmingly. The Loron were conquering planet after planet, and Fre'kloar approached Hyperborea even faster than he expected. He was now coming up to taking another planet, landing on one of its lush jungles. Mad'Hatta, Naktor'zak and Voa'reak were in the process of annihilating the Zoles defenses on other worlds, leaving Fre'kloar to take this. Fre'kloar hung back a little bit, as the rest of the army charged in to annihilate the defenses on the world.

But this wasn't going to be as easy as before. Surrounded by four bodyguards, as he led the Loron a distance, suddenly another Loron dropped down in between them. None of them recognised him, but neither did they know of any Loron who weren't with Da Rogue Boyz. The Loron was thickly armoured, not using any typical Loron gear, and armed to the teeth with weapons.

Staring speechlessly as he dropped in between them, they were about to ask his name, but they didn't get a chance to. The Loron immediately pulled out his two dual-wielded pistols and Fre'kloar's bodyguards with plasma squarely in the head between their eyes, with a much sharper aim than any other Loron possessed, and killed all four of them, before aiming his weapons towards Fre'kloar, and speaking:


 * X078 - MY NAME IS X078. FREEZE CRIMINAL.
 * Fre'kloar - DA HEK AR YOO???? YOR GONNA REGRET KILLIN MA BOYZ

Fre'kloar swung a punch to X078, who responded with the fastest reflexes he'd seen of any Loron since Jol'kiar, to grab his arm and twist it behind his back. Fre'kloar, in his surprise, failed to retaliate.


 * X078 - yoo may kno me as...Fed'koppa. im wiv da Penumbra Unit. wes heer ta bring yoo ta justic
 * Fre'kloar - STOOPID COPS LIKE YOO GET ON MA NERVES

With his superior strength, Fre'kloar eventually managed to pull Fed'koppa over, free his arm, and kick Fed'koppa to the floor. He was about to stomp on him, but Fed'koppa rolled over to the left, recovering immediately. Fre'kloar pulled out his rocket arm, but Fed'koppa pulled out and fired his left pistol at it, and suddenly, his left arm dropped as it began to weigh him down. His right eye, too, dropped as it hit his head, and he could now feel the weight of its metal.


 * Fre'kloar - wat...WAT DA HELL DID YA DO
 * Fed'koppa - dats supa advanced EMP. designed ta bring CRIMINULS LIKE YOO ta justic. now yoo dont hav replacements yoo can TRULY FEEL DA GHOSTIE PAIN.

Fre'kloar gasped, horrified. It was true, he felt the pain of his arm and eye far stronger than he had since the bionic replacements had been attached. As he tried to swing his left arm, he simply lacked the power on it, his now dead bionic part weighed it down too heavily, as he furiously charged towards Fed'koppa with a dead bionic eye whacking his face. Fed'koppa punched Fre'kloar, grabbed him, and threw him to the floor, then grabbed his arms and pulled out a handcuff.


 * Fed'koppa - I WAS SENT HEER TA SNEEKILY ARREST YOO SO WE CAN PUT YOO ON TRIAL. IF NOT DEN ILL JUS KILL YOO. YOO CAN COOPERATE OR I CAN PUT A PLASMA BLAST BETWEEN YA HED. AN BELEEV ME: DAT PLASMA CAN ACTUALLY KILL YOO.
 * Fre'kloar - MAN YOR DA WORS KINDA LORON. NOT ONLY AR YOO BETRAYIN DA TRADISHON BUT YOR A FREEKIN COP. WAT DA HELL
 * Fed'koppa - SHUT UP. I SUGGEST YOO USE YOR RITE TA REMAIN SILENT OR ILL KILL YOO. NOW LOCK YA ARMS TOGETHA SO I CAN CUFF YOO

As Fed'koppa attempted to cuff his arms, Fre'kloar's right arm grabbed Fed'koppa by the neck and pulled him closer, as Fed'koppa saw the fury in Fre'kloar's eyes.


 * Fre'kloar - wen i killed da UNO, i fort dat all da messed up loronz betrayin da tradishon was ded. BUT I WAS WRONG. YOR GOIN DOWN!!!!!!!!

Fre'kloar's arm grasped Fed'koppa, as he found himself choking for air. He attempted to pull Fre'kloar's arm off, but found Fre'kloar's single arm was just as strong as two Fed'koppa's. Horrified, Fed'koppa attempted to pull out a plasma pistol, but Fre'kloar's legs swept under Fed'koppa and kicked him off balance. Fed'koppa fell, but before he could recover, Fre'kloar kicked his head, flinging him further away, as Fed'koppa dropped both his pistols. He then slowly walked to Fed'koppa, about to kill him.


 * Fre'kloar - YOR WRONG. DA CRIMINAL HEER IS YOO FOR YOR CRIMES AGENST DA LORONZ
 * Fed'koppa - i dunt giv into scum like yoo. GET ROASTED THUG

Fed'koppa pulled out his second pistol and fired it squarely at Fre'kloar, not realising its setting was still on "electrified stun". He also did not realise that Fre'kloar's bionic parts were specifically designed to absorb energy from the surroundings. As it fired, Fre'kloar's arm and eye both began to work again. He grinned.


 * Fre'kloar - how about DAT????
 * Fed'koppa - welp

Fre'kloar fired his rocket arm at Fed'koppa, bruising his head, as he charged towards him, raised him in the air, and headbutted him repeatedly. He then tossed Fed'koppa once more to the floor, about to deliver a killing blow.


 * Fre'kloar - I DONT NEED YOR LEGAL SYSTEM. IM DA JUDGE, JURY AN JURISTIC...wats da third one? i dunno. anyway ANY LAST WORDS?????
 * Fed'koppa - nah.

Fed'koppa himself smiled gleefully, as he pulled out a teleporter from his belt, and immediately pressed the button on it. Fre'kloar roared, as he tore everything around him apart. He slammed the ground, the corpses of the bodyguards Fed'koppa had killed, and even his own communications device. First, it called for a shuttle to land and pick him up, but the second slam simply destroyed it.

A few hours later, five Loron Troopas, concerned, returned to him. He continued to stare at the corpses of his men, while waiting for his shuttle, and the other shuttles, to land, and pick him up.


 * Troopa - can we board da shuttle yor on
 * Fre'kloar - I GUESS. WATEVA. JUS DONT MAKE A MESS
 * Troopa - wats up man we won be happia
 * Fre'kloar - I DONT CARE DAT WE WON. DAT FEDKOPPA DUMBO GOT AWAY AN DA PCA AR TRYNA ASSASSINAT ME
 * Troopa - man yoo focus on da negativs too much dese dayz. all da loronz hav been worried dat yoo ent yaself
 * Fre'kloar - WAT WULD YOO KNO ABOUT BEIN MASELF
 * Troopa - ya old self wuld hav laffed wen losas ran away. ya old self wuldve not focused on ya enemies an focus on da victories ya won. dat was da frekloar we respected

Fre'kloar turned to them, first in disgust, but his face soon turned to a huge grin.


 * Fre'kloar - laffed? focused on da GOOD STOOF? ha...hahahaha....HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! LETS LAFF!!!!!

The other Loron awkwardly laughed along, as Fre'kloar then walked towards them with his arms stretched out. The Troopas stretched out their own, embracing him for a brotherly hug, before he ripped off the heads of one. The rest gasped, their jaw dropping, as he hysterically laughed while punching and slamming them. He was slaughtering his own men.


 * Fre'kloar - COM ON MAN LIVEN UP WE WON!!!! LAFF WIV ME!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!

As Fre'kloar chased after and smashed their skulls, he caught the last one, and threw him on the pile. His sarcastic, hysteric laughter turned to spits of disgust.


 * Fre'kloar - YEH RITE LAFF!!!! LAFF AN FOCUS ON DA POSITIVS INSTED OF FOCUS ON DA PROBLEM!!!! ISNT IT FUNNY MAN!!!! LAAAAAFF!!!!!!!! YOO SICKEN ME, TWERPS. I DIDNT WANT ANYONE ON MA SHUTTLE ANYWAY.

As the shuttle landed, Fre'kloar got on it himself, isolated from anyone around him. As he calmed down, and the empty, silent shuttle began to leave the planet, he looked out of the window, trying to see the world he had conquered. But in the window, he not only saw the planet, but also a reflection. He squinted as he looked at it, because the reflection looked off. It became much clearer to him, as soon his reflection stood out completely, as it was no longer a window, but now a mirror. It was himself, but younger. And it looked much more like a Dark Loron. How could that be possible?

Because he wasn't looking at himself. He was looking at Ref'kolar the Laugher.

Another violent, furious outburst from him, as he smashed what appeared to be the mirror. But his fist went straight through the shattering mirror as he'd made a hole in it. It cleared out to him, as it was now very clear to him once again that he'd been looking at a window, not a mirror, and his eyes were playing tricks on him. The hole he made sucked air out, as he began to gasp for breath when the shuttle left the atmosphere, but a metal plate soon covered the window protecting the air, as he coughed and wheezed. He was exhausted, and fell asleep.

A Fine Meal
The Loron continued their success. They were now mere parsecs away from Hyperborea. A few more worlds, and it would be theirs. In the process of conquering a large Zoles colony, Fre'kloar, Mad'Hatta, Voa'reak and Naktor'zak had all stormed and destroyed an enormous citadel. About to kill the Zoles at the head, Fre'kloar aimed his rocket arm, before the Zoles was killed instead by a who stabbed him from behind. His corpse was then pulled to the right, and as Fre'kloar's eyes followed the hook, he recognised the who'd done it. , with his Loktan pal Gyjak.


 * Mad'Hatta - MAN I WANTED TA EET DAT
 * Voa'reak - HUR MAN I STUFFED MASELF WIV PIZZA AN ATE TONS OF ZOLES TODAY SO IM FINE
 * Mad'Hatta - YEH WELL...I USED TA EET LOTSA NICE STOOF WEN DA SANTO MAN HAD TEA PARTIES
 * Voa'reak - WAT, JELUS?
 * Mad'Hatta - ME? NAAAAH

Billig walked out of the shadows towards them, smiling.


 * Billig - Good thing you took over this planet, 'ey? Lots of their military are trained here.
 * Mad'Hatta - oi whos dis geeza? i fink da Santo Man sed he was a dumbo
 * Fre'kloar - dont worry man. dis guys a homie

Billig walked over to them with delight, as Gyjak pulled out an enormous weapon and tossed it in front of Fre'kloar.


 * Billig - That there's a subatomic disrupta, firing high-energy blasts that can convert anythin' they touch to gluon plasma, 'ey? You need special permits, an' special interest peeps to get yer hands on it...it's illegal in almost every market.
 * Fre'kloar - dis guns ILLEGAL???
 * Billig - Yeah. An old UNOC member 'ad one, an' that's 'ow 'e managed to destroy yer tanks so easily.
 * Naktor'zak - MAN I ALWAYS KNEW DAT GUN WAS ANNOYIN. IT DESTROYED MA SHEELDS
 * Billig - That's right, 'ey? An' you 'aven't managed ta get yer own? I can get you plenty where these come from.

Fre'kloar looked unhinged, as he didn't speak. Billig was used to Fre'kloar's glee and excitement at times like this, so there was a briefly awkward pause. Billig continued.


 * Billig - You're on the news all 'round the galaxy, 'ey? "The Loron, space barbarians, threaten to destroy all life within' it, with their unstoppable march!" Every headline. Everyone's scared of you. They didn't expect you to get this far.
 * Voa'reak - good. wes gonna wrek dem all
 * Billig - But yanno what that means for me? "The war on Loron"...kinda distracts a bit from the PCA's "war on crime". That police force you encountered the other day...'e's been givin' Wranploer Remnants a bit of a tough time, 'ey?

Fre'kloar shook his bionic fist.


 * Fre'kloar - i intend ta giv him a worse one. he shuld pay
 * Billig - That's good, 'ey? Because while you're off fightin' a war, us Wranploer are off gettin' very, very rich. Of course, there's one little pest who's been 'aving a fun time taking Remnants down...but the crime rate is finally risin'. An' I 'ave you to thank.
 * Mad'Hatta - crimes da best man
 * Billig - I got plenty more guns where that came from. With more firepower than Kal'kuir can muster. Illegal, of course, since I can't acquire any weapon of the calibre you want legally. All I ask in return is you keep up the work, eh?

Fre'kloar remained unhinged, then he nodded slowly to Billig. Billig smiled.


 * Fre'kloar - wes gonna make dem all feel da pain. all fer revenge. if yoo wanna help, yor welcom to.
 * Mad'Hatta - da Santo Man has betta gunz dan dat
 * Billig - What, jealous?
 * Mad'Hatta - who ME? nah
 * Billig - Just keep in touch when yer need new guns. I got eyes everywhere, so just rememba..."eye" have you.

Billig crept back into the shadows as he left, while the other Loron left, laughing over the thoughts of what their new weapons could do, while Fre'kloar kept his blank expression.

Wrong Turn at PCA Space
With the approach of the Loron threat to the Zoleia Sector and Fed'koppa's failure in assassinating Fre'kloar, the Polar Crystal Alliance went on full alert as the Council deployed the rest of the Penumbra Unit. The black ops agents of the Alliance were tasked to taking down the Propa Big Rogue Boss and his Warbosses before it was too late, and to take care of Naktor'zak, Penumbran Xevern of the was called to solve the problem, and the crafty agent was quick to come up with a strategy to defeat the Crazy Boss.

Naktor'zak and his forces were lured into a colony of the Zoles Imperium at the outskirts of the Corrupted Sector. They had received transmissions coming from Xevern, who provoked them into the planet. And knowing the Loron, the Penumbran knew they would never refuse a challenge like that. Coming out of a shuttle, Naktor'zak's tank was followed by hordes of Loron Troopaz and other sorts of vehicles as they stared at the Alliance army awaiting for them at the horizon. He laughed as he commanded his boyz.


 * Naktor'zak - DESE GEEZAS FINK DEYZ MATCH FER DA LORONZ. LAFFABUL ENNIT? LETS SHOW DEM WHOS IN CHARGE OF DA OONIVERSE LADS

The Loron army roared battlecries and charged, with Naktor'zak's tank going at full speed, nearly running over his own troopaz as he launched himself at the enemies.


 * Naktor'zak - FASTA! FASTA!!!!! I WILL RUN YOO DOWN!!!! ROADKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL!!!!!!!!!!!!

The tank opened fire, sending its highly powerful shells at the army's direction as the Loron army prepared to attack. However, at this point, they would come to a halt as they realized something was wrong; the enemies were not reacting to their moves. Naktor'zak was moving too quick to stop and quickly arrived to the enemies's position, ready to run over them with his tank, only to pass through them harmlessly. As the Warboss finally managed to stop in place, he looked around in confusion, as did his forces.


 * Naktor'zak - wat... WAT DA HELL? WATS GOIN ON HEER?
 * Loron Troopa 1 - is dis da ghostie pain da propa big rogue boss told us about?
 * Loron Troopa 2 - ma bones is rattled alredy
 * Naktor'zak - hold on a sec... dese eint ghosts... IVE SEEN DIS TRICK BEFOR. OH MA DAYZ NOT AGEN!!!

Before he could continue, Naktor'zak received reports inside his tank: a Polar Crystal Alliance fleet had arrived and flanked the Loron's own ships, ambushing and taking them by surprise. The forces of the Alliance unleashed their full might on the unsuspected Loron, quickly tearing through their shields and finally rending their vessels to pieces. Naktor'zak growled in anger as he remembered the Unified Nation of Ottzello employing this same trick before: this was no colony, it was a wild planet filled with advanced holograms. Meanwhile, the Alliance fleet, led by Penumbran Xevern, begun descending into the atmosphere as they prepared their weapons.


 * Xevern - You really are pathetic, eh? Prepare orbital bombardment. I want the Loron leader pulverized beyond recognition.

The Alliance fleet opened fire, bombarding the planet with all of their might and quickly turning the battlefield into a hellish landscape as they sought to give the Loron no quarrel whatsoever. The Loron army had no time to react as they were destroyed near instantly, and Naktor'zak screamed as he attempted to flee, hiding among other Loron Tanks as his own vehicle sustained more and more damage. He ordered a shuttle to come and save him as his Propa Big Rogue Tank begun to fail.


 * Naktor'zak - GET ME OUTTA HEER!!!!!
 * Xevern - You think everyone's gonna try their luck against you in melee... Idiots. A spaceship will always prevail over your fists.

Loron shuttles descended into the planet in a last attempt to rescue as many boyz as possible, but PCA fighters came after them to take them down. Naktor'zak barely managed to drive inside one and order it to fleet, leaving other Loron behind otherwise the fighters would catch up with him. As the Loron Crazy Boss barely managed to escape the ambush, Xevern watched the rest of the army die at the planet, oblivious of Naktor'zak's escape. The Niaka turned to his men, his facial expression showing some glee.


 * Xevern - Heheheh... Never gets old...

Jetpack Versus Wings
Simultaneously to Naktor'zak's ambush, Voa'reak had taken a path through the Mirianis Sector to try and get to Hyperborea from 'behind', cutting his way through the Indoctrinate Collective in the process. The Loron found it rather difficult to fight the Collective due to their technology rivalling that of UNO, meaning they could not rely solely on their new tech to defeat them, though the Collective would come to lose a number of outskirt colonies to their attacks over the last weeks, due to the numbers advantage the Loron had. Coordinating with the Polar Crystal Alliance, the Collective decided to make a move against Voa'reak, who currently attacked the planet of Rimoseus.

The Red Technocrat, the Destroyer-class Dreadnought of Royal Marechal Jerkon and flagship of the entire Collective, led the fleet of the empire against the Loron forces over the atmosphere of Rimoseus while the Marechal himself descended to the colony alongside the ground forces of the Royal Army to face Voa'reak head-on. Jerkon had nothing but disdain for the Loron, believing their culture and mannerisms were some sort of elaborate prank on the universe for he refused to believe such stupid creatures were really able to sustain a spacefaring society, and his orders were quite clear: exterminate the enemy, and leave no survivors.

Voa'reak and his Jetpakkas fought the Draka Fang, the standard ground-based branch of the Collective's military, and the mad flying Loron showed great glee as he flew through the army with considerable skill, firing his blastas and attacking at close range with his shanka. Jerkon observed him from a distance alongside the Royal Guard, reading through his moves and expressions as he analyzed the Loron.


 * Voa'reak - SHAME KAL'KUIR ISNT HEER HE WULD LOV TA LOOT YOO RED GEEKZ
 * Jerkon - Employ the standard procedure. I will serve as bait.

Jerkon made himself visible over the distance, standing upon a cliff and opening his arms and respectable wingspan as he shouted at the Loron Warboss, whose attention was quickly caught while his troops were busy fighting the army.


 * Jerkon - Loron. I am Jerkon, leader of the Collective's armies. I am here to destroy you.
 * Voa'reak - ... YOOS DA LEEDA OF DA ARMIES? HURHURHURHUR MAN ID HAV EXPECTED A ZAZZIE BOY OR A DULETHA NOT ONE OF YOO SQUISHY LOSAS
 * Jerkon - You think yourself so strong. I know you. You fly with that piece of scrap metal on your back because your own wings are too small for your weight... You are envious of us flying beings, are you not?

There was a noticeable condescending tone to Jerkon's voice even though his expression continued serious and stonic, and as he spoke, he gently beat his wings so that Voa'reak could see them. The Jetpakk Boss clenched his fist as he glared at the Dracogonarious, with him clearly enraged by the comment.


 * Voa'reak - WOAH WAT DA HELL DID YA SAY???
 * Jerkon - You heard me. You envy us flying beings. You will never soar the skies like us.
 * Voa'reak - YOO FINK YOO CAN JUS DISRESPECT ME LIKE DAT?! OH MA DAYZ MAN IM GONNA RIP YA IN HALF!!!!
 * Jerkon - ... Then come and try it.

Jerkon's words deeply offended Voa'reak due to how right he was, and he would not stand for it. Roaring in range, the Warboss took flight and made a beeline to Jerkon's direction, his arms stretched so that he could grab the Dracogonarious and crush him like an insect. However, before he could even get close, a gunshot was heard.

A sniper of the Royal Guard, who was hiding over the distance, fired a single shot which penetrated Voa'reak's shields and hit him straight in the jetpack, causing a portion of it to explode as the Loron was thrown off his route, coming down crashing into the ground as he was set ablaze. Voa'reak screamed as he was dragged across the earth, breaking a leg in the process as other members of the Royal Guard jumped out of camouflage and opened fire, shredding through his shields and armor.


 * Voa'reak - AAAAH!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!!!

Before they could finish him off, however, other Jetpakk Boyz flew into the fray and attacked the Royal Guard, while others came to Voa'reak's rescue, grabbing him and flying out of the scene. The Warboss coughed blood as he had his eyes widened: he was brought to the brink of his life in a matter of seconds, and he could watch the Royal Guard quickly dispatching his men as they gave chase. Jerkon watched the incident before turning back, leaving the Loron army's field of view as quickly as he had arrived.


 * Voa'reak - GRRRRH... curse yoo dragon geek... CURSE YOOOOO!!!

Voa'reak ultimately managed to survive the battle by being extracted by a shuttle, but his forces were completely exterminated, to the last Loron. He was forced to flee the region altogether, for it only took moments for the Indoctrinate Collective to give chase.

When the Dracogonarious want someone dead, they die.

Da Ghosties
Having heard the news of Naktor'zak and Voa'reak's defeat, Fre'kloar's immediate reaction was to shrug it off. But deep down, he knew that he shouldn't react like that. He knew that he shouldn't feel contempt for the Loron that had been with him for decades now, not just his allies but his friends, had been foolishly flung into a scenario by him in which they were close to death. He should feel guilty, not simply disregard their death as just another one of his inferiors falling.

Sod that. No, there are no friends in war. War is full of casualties. Fre'kloar knew that all too well. Maybe he was just convincing himself that what could have been the loss of two of his dearest friends was meaningless, but he just shut out his thoughts. They went instead to his own thoughts. Locked in his room alone, all the decorations he had set up torn apart by himself in another panic attack, he felt almost claustrophobic. The empty walls began to come in on home. And then the door opened. Jol'kiar walked through.


 * Jol'kiar - look...yoo cant discard ya ghosties foreva. we all gotta liv wiv dem
 * Fre'kloar - jolkiar?...MAN DESE DREEMS HAUNTIN ME YOO KEEP COMIN BAK BUT YOR NOT REELLY DERE
 * Jol'kiar - im always heer...im anotha one of yor ghosties. im in yor conshense now. im always heer. yoo cant escape yor ghosties...
 * Fre'kloar - MAN WAT DA HELL YOR DA WORST GHOSTIE OF A MENTOR EVA
 * Jol'kiar - yor ghosties...yor sin...YOO CANT ESCAPE DEM...

Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

As Fre'kloar blinked, he found himself no longer in this room. Instead, he was upon a cliff. Trees towered over the landscape, reminding him of his visits to during his service under Zr'Ahgloth. However, it was not the Groodrub he remembered. A red tint covered the world, the skies were darkened, and the sun was blocked - an eclipse. There was no living or dead soul around him, save for a massive entity, its form shrouded in darkness which rested some distance in front of him.


 * Fre'kloar - man...is dis ANOTHA GHOSTIE??? JOLKIAR MAN WATS GOIN ON
 * ??? -  Frrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...rrrrreeeeeeeeeee.... 

Out of the darkness popped out the head of a Loron. It dragged itself across the ground, making its way to Fre'kloar until he could get a good look at it under the blocked sun. It was malformed, its eyes uneved in size and its jaws broken. However, one thing got his attention: it wore a distinct helmet, almost a copy of the one he wore himself. But it was not his helmet... Ref'kolar's helmet, rather. The head's eyes turned to him as the entity continued to groan.


 * Fre'kloar - OH MA DAYZ REFKOLAR BECAME A MASSIV GIANT. MAN DEEZ GHOSTIES GETTIN CREEPIA AN CREEPIA. DIS ALMOST REMINDS ME OF DA TIME I WENT TA HIS PLANET AN KILLED HIM...AAAAAAHH DA GHOSTIES OF WAR!!!!!!
 * ??? -  Freeeeee....FRRRRREEEEEEEEE... 

Another head then rolled in. Malformed like the first, but it wore a hat with a feather in it. It was obviously Zr'Ahgloth's hat. Once it approached, Fre'kloar could see they were not actual heads - they were connected to the giant entity by massive tendrils. They were little more than tentacles.

Fre'kloar shrieked at the sight, as he cowered down. He began to fall to his knees, open out his arms and scream to what seemed like the endless, and now lifeless, Groodrub air.


 * Fre'kloar - DA GHOSTIE PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN!!!!!!!

The titan then begun moving. The two heads begun groaning, as if in agony, as whatever controlled them slowly got to its feet and walked into Fre'kloar's direction. It did not run, but rather appeared to limp. Only when it got close enough did it open its eyes - it had more eyes than Fre'kloar could count. Its face shone under the blood red eclipse - Gratz'kaoz's face.


 * ??? -  Yyyyyoooooouuuu... diiiiid.... thiiiiis... 
 * Fre'kloar - HAUNTED...BY DA GHOSTIES...BY A LUST FER REVENGE???

The heads of Ref'kolar and Zr'Ahgloth begun wrapping themselves around Fre'kloar, constricting them like snakes as they put themselves against his own face, smothering him. Meanwhile the head of Gratz'kaoz wept. It wept, and Fre'kloar lost his senses.

When he woke up, he was back to his room. Still terrified, he looked up. Jol'kiar stood over him, with a stern expression on his face.


 * Jol'kiar - yoo cant run from da ghosties...yoo neva kno how deyz gonna manifest demselves. but da ghosties of da loron will linga...
 * Fre'kloar - MAKE DEM STOOOOOOP!!!!!!
 * Jol'kiar - yoo cant stop dem...yoo cant get rid of dem..
 * Fre'kloar - NOOOOOOOOOOO
 * Jol'kiar - lets finish dis...togetha man
 * Fre'kloar - NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Fre'kloar, once again unable to move his arms, flung them at the vision of Jol'kiar, knocking it against the wall. As he had done every time an appirition of Jol'kiar appeared, he relived his moment, slamming his arm into Jol'kiar's chest until the heart was ripped out, reliving the moments where he slew Jol'kiar. But this time, he slammed into the wall. And instead of Jol'kiar's heart being ripped out, Jol'kiar vanished, as Fre'kloar broke down the wall, and fell through. He had landed in Mad'Hatta's green room, who was busy showering in hot cheese.


 * Mad'Hatta - man cant i get som privacy on dis ship
 * Fre'kloar - sorry man...it was da GHOSTIES
 * Mad'Hatta - eh wateva

No Refunds
The Penumbran known as Zonmnakhéron was always known to be an operative of the Penumbra Unit to have kept a low profile. From his mission at to his participation in the, Kitanúniama was relatively unknown to the wider Polar Crystal Alliance, despite his almost legendary status among the. As of late, operations for him mainly revolved around stopping Da Rogue Boyz from getting further towards Hyperborea, though now he had his opportunity to rest. He returned to his residence on using his personally assigned fighter vessel. After being granted clearance, he made his way towards his residence. It was late at night when he returned, and the area in which he lived had become quieter at that time. He wished to enjoy his first few hours there by attending a small restaurant nearby, though much to his chagrin, a message was left at his apartment.

It was urgent, for one. Perhaps not a surprise to him as most things were of a matter of urgency for him - though the message was from. Surprisingly, he was told to meet him at the restaurant he wished to go to. Perhaps he would have his meal after all.

Quickly changing his attire into a more casual fashion, the aged Kicath walked his way towards the restaurant. It laid roughly two-thirds up a five-hundred floor tower, and the passage to the concourse of that floor was across a bridge that was suspended three and a half thousand feet above the ground. He kept his head down as he walked across; a rather substantial number of civilians were still making their way to and fro at this hour. Left and right, the bridge presented a significant scene of the ecumenopolis of Anatezc-ji 0 - colossal towers overhead and bright lights marking and shooting between these towers in colours of red and blue. It was only mildly raining this night, though it was battering the overhanging bridge, which was windowed in.

As the Penumbran arrived, he was first met with the sight of Kithworto - dressed in his archetypal black regalia - but the restaurant was empty, staff and all. It was clear that it was emptied under Kithworto's request, so that the two could converse in private. As the doors opened for him, the facade of the restaurant obscured to prevent any prying eyes. The Penumbran still chose to take a glass and pour a drink from the faucet at the bar, before sitting opposite Kithworto.


 * Kitanúniama - I was hoping for a meal here. And I wasn't even going to get that, was I?
 * Kithworto - I would apologise, Zonmnakhéron, but matters are more important than a meal.
 * Kitanúniama - I remember back when I trained you, Kithworto. During the Agent III days. I always knew you would be a treasure to the Agency, but not a reincarnated god.
 * Kithworto - Not many are actually privy to that information.
 * Kitanúniama - I was Alpha's mentor once. And yours. And every Agent. Word gets out.
 * Kithworto - Nevertheless, I trust your missions went well.
 * Kitanúniama - As well as it always goes. You remember the Skijornax. The Loron aren't that much different, except they're much stronger. And a bit smarter.
 * Kithworto - Well. Nothing that the former director of the Agency cannot handle.
 * Kitanúniama - The ground forces don't take much effort. I have to stay clear of their vessels. Anyway Kithworto...you've obviously called me here for a reason. I don't have to be a detective to figure that one out.
 * Kithworto - Yes.

From within the folds of his clothing, Kithworto presented Kitanúniama with a tablet. It contained a dossier surrounding the information of a particular individual. He passed it to Kitanúniama as the Penumbran took a long swig from his glass. Upon sight of the information, the Penumbran coughed continuously as he looked on in disbelief.


 * Kitanúniama - What the hell am I looking at, here?
 * Kithworto - A very dangerous operative, Kitanúniama.
 * Kitanúniama - He looks like the bastard child of a Loron and a Zí-Jittorám.
 * Kithworto - He goes by the name of . He is currently accompanying Fre'kloar in his rampage across the galaxy.
 * Kitanúniama - I haven't seen anything like that before. No sort of mutagen could cause that.
 * Kithworto - That is because he's descended. Mad'Hatta is affiliated with the Dominion of the Xhodocto.
 * Kitanúniama - So you're saying these Loron have the Dominion's support?
 * Kithworto - No. Mad'Hatta is there for reasons entirely unknown.
 * Kitanúniama - And you want me to find out?
 * Kithworto - Not even that. The Council has authorised a strike on Mad'Hatta, and have selected you for it.

Kitanúniama sat back in the booth, putting the tablet face down and shifting it back to Kithworto.


 * Kitanúniama - You and I both know that not even an Agent IV could fight this thing. Are you signing a death warrant? You might as well shoot me now and be done with it.
 * Kithworto - I knew you would say that. Which is why I am offering you a method to combat the Loron.

Instantly jumping out of his seat, Kitanúniama looked at the Kicathian demigod in shock and disgust. He straightened his clothing before continuing to speak.


 * Kitanúniama - I wholeheartedly refuse to be descended. I've seen what it has done to .
 * Kithworto - I thought so. The alternative, of course, is seek a method for ascension.
 * Kitanúniama - I doubt you are capable of that.
 * Kithworto - I am. Though I believe someone can do it better. Flick the tablet to the second header.

The Penumbran did so. It revealed a set of coordinates; numerically somewhat unusual. In relation to Borealis, it appeared to be nowhere within the galaxy itself. It did appear to be in the Endless Space, however.


 * Kithworto - Those coordinates are the current location of the megaconstruct known as Amaranth. I had discovered it during the Third Xhodocto War. There is an individual who resides upon it who may assist you.
 * Kitanúniama - And...?
 * Kithworto - Well. I cannot give you all of the details. Though I will add that the individual is somewhat difficult to communicate with.
 * Kitanúniama - ...Very well. If you are sure about it.

Kithworto nodded to the Kicathian Penumbran, and made his way out of the restaurant. The facade lit back up, revealing the outside once more. Kithworto was nowhere to be seen, though it seemed not to surprise him. Without hesitation, Kitanúniama returned to his apartment, gearing himself for his next mission.

It did not take long for Kitanúniama to locate Amaranth. He noticed that was two semi-cylindrical structures, too vast in size for him to calculate. Upon both flat edges, mirroring each other, was the terrain. In intervals, bridges of immense size spanned the distance between the two surfaces, acting as columns to support the great size of Amaranth altogether. The systems on his vessel detected only one signal - seemingly organic, though it was also anomalous. It was apparent that this was who Kitanúniama was looking for, and so the Penumbran docked his vessel close by. The signal appeared to be within a nearby smaller structure, octagonal in shape and embedded half way into a cliff face.

The Penumbran readied his rifle, assuming a stance similar to that of Agents during a breaching run. The walls began to stream with golden light, primarily in polygon-shaped patterns that gave a texture to the wall. He found it particularly unnerving at first, though he steeled himself as he entered the main chamber. It was significantly colder in this room than it was outside - and the architecture was noticeably angular, with iridescent metals plating the entire room. The lighting was naturally laid out in the floor and in the walls, and not far from Kitanúniama himself, a pod, empty, laid in the centre. As the room appeared to be clear, Kitanúniama made a rapid walk towards the pod to inspect it.

At least, he thought it was clear.

Directly above him, the colossal form of a being adorned in silver and equally iridescent skin pinned the Kicath to the ground with its right foot. Kitanúniama collided with the ground with intense force, enough to kill a normal Kicath. Fortunately, his enhanced figure had negated much of the damage he may have recieved under worse circumstances. The incredible strength of the Kicath through his prosthetic arm had gave him the power to slowly rise under the assailant's foot - the individual suddenly very surprised that anything could escape the sheer strength he thrust upon him.

Kitanúniama spun around under his foot, using his enhanced arm to swat the leg of his opponent above him. While it did not throw the silver creature away - his arm enduring considerable resistance, Kitanúniama returned to his feet, immediately taking shots at the being in front of him. Even at the weight of the shots hitting him, the impact of the ammunition seemed to be absorbed into the entity's flesh, as it stormed rapidly towards the Penumbran. It seemed to be almost twice the height of Kitanúniama, causing the Penumbran some surprise as he was suddenly thrown against the ceiling as the entity grabbed him by the head and launched him upwards. Kitanúniama remained mostly unhurt, however, though fazed by the impact.

Seeing that the Penumbran was refusing to die or give up, the entity grasped the Kicath's torso in his right hand, and pinned him up against the wall. Kitanúniama was refusing to die - yes, but he was also refusing to concede the fight. Mustering all the strength in his arm, he hammered his fist down upon the wrist of his enemy, relieving himself of his grasp. Taking the barrel of his gun into both of his hands, he batted at the silver entity's legs, causing the giant to fall to its knees.

In a roar of anger, the being took ahold of Kitanúniama again, throwing him against the wall at such a pace the Kicath only appeared like a blur. The impending impact caused a slight dent in the wall, and now, Kitanúniama was groggy from the onslaught he experienced; he was still refusing to give up. The giant returned to grab Kitanúniama again, lifting him above his head. He seemed to be finished with the fight, though Kitanúniama still had the energy to unleash blast after blast at the creature's face, irritating the being enough so that his grasp was released again. Kitanúniama mounted the giant's shoulders, using his own weight and more blasts from his rifle to send the giant to the ground.

He planted his right foot heavily upon the giant's neck, and stuck his rifle right against its face, priming it in case his enemy decided to fight again. Kitanúniama himself was breathing heavily, a trickle of blue blood from his mouth.


 * Kitanúniama - Answer me, kasat. I'm looking for someone. You.
 * Creature - And for what reason? Little possess the knowledge of Amaranth's existence.
 * Kitanúniama - I'm here under Kithworto's instruction.
 * Creature - Maktanshatinaknatazán...he directed you here?

The Kicath stepped off the giant, allowing it to stand up to its full height.


 * Creature - I cannot imagine why.
 * Kitanúniama - He said you can ascend me.
 * Creature - And why would I do that, mortal?
 * Kitanúniama - Mortal? Who are you calling a mortal?
 * Creature - You. I am of the .
 * Kitanúniama - And you're telling me I just smacked a god to the ground?
 * Ildrasendhánnal - Yes. Regrettably. What are you, Kicath?
 * Kitanúniama - Cybernetically enhanced.
 * Ildrasendhánnal - Of course. Technology.
 * Kitanúniama - So, are you going to assist me in this or not?
 * Ildrasendhánnal - You know, often I find mortals are astounded to speak to a god.
 * Kitanúniama - There's more than one god out there.
 * Ildrasendhánnal - ...That there is. Hmph. I don't see why I should assist you.
 * Kitanúniama - Because these 'mortals' you speak of? They're getting help from the .
 * Ildrasendhánnal - Grr...and ascending you? What will that achieve? You becoming worshipped by the masses?
 * Kitanúniama - I'm already worshipped by the masses...if Kithworto directed me here, I'd guess you'd listen to him.
 * Ildrasendhánnal - Maktanshatinaknatazán asking me favours...again. Perhaps next, he will ask me to turn a single cell life form into a warrior to fight . Then again, evolution has done that already. ...Very well. Have what you wish. Do not come to me in regret.

Reaching over Kitanúniama's head, Ildrasendhánnal planted his palm upon him. A white light illuminated Kitanúniama's body; his eyes began to glow a bright blue, and the features of his body became greater. The aged wearing upon his skin seemed to go, rejuvenating his appearance into that of a younger self. A golden tint marked his flesh, and his armour began to glow a brighter hue. A fiery golden aura emitted from his skin, and a great power began to course through his veins. Kitanúniama felt new again - his body feeling unweathered by time and combat. It was as if a boundless energy was awakened from within him, filling him with stronger breaths and more refined reflexes.


 * Ildrasendhánnal - Now go, Kicath. Get out of my sight.

Kitanúniama nodded to the Vi'Navitum. Each step he took now felt as if he could go further than he ever could before, and with the mindset in ending Mad'Hatta where he stood clear in his head, he made his way back to his vessel. However, he did not know where Mad'Hatta was. The galaxy was so vast that it may have taken too long, and it would have been too late before he found the demonic Loron. He chose to take a risk - perhaps greater and more deadly than he wished, but there was no real alternative.

He would have to lure the Loron to Anatezc-ji 0.

''Mad'Hatta. This is Kitanúniama Zomnakhéron, Penumbran of the Polar Crystal Alliance. Your reign of terror and wanton destruction is at an end. Come and find me. I will send you back to your Xhodocto masters kicking and screaming like a child. Here are the coordinates. Come to Anatezc-ji 0 and see if I am bluffing.''

Come to Anatezc-ji 0 and see if I am bluffing.

That was the message issued by the Penumbran. It took some time before it was relayed out to the rest of the Borealis Galaxy - the Kicath waiting unhesitantly for the Loron to respond. However, the Loron themselves were somewhat baffled by the message.


 * Mad'Hatta - MAN WAT DA HELL IS DIS DUM MESSAGE

Voa'reak was on a wheelchair, his leg wrapped in bandages while some Norol worked on his damaged jetpack. Naktor'zak's hologram, rather than looking like a normal Loron, looked like just a head which bounced around the room.


 * Voa'reak - MAAAAN YOO JUS GOT DISSED
 * Mad'Hatta - YOO KNO ITS BAD MANNAS TO HIT A DISABLED GUY BUT I REELY DUNT CARE ABOUT BAD MANNAS
 * Voa'reak - WAT NO I MEEN DA KICATH DOOD MAN HES TOTALLY DISSIN YOO
 * Mad'Hatta - o rite well i neva herd of dis kitanuni-whatever dood
 * Fre'kloar - i used ta get involved in dese dissin matches. den i knew dey was nuffin nex to da GHOSTIE PAIN
 * Naktor'zak - MAN IM SO SIK OF DAT PENUMBRA UNIT. FIRST DEY TRY AN KILL FRE'KLOAR. DEN DEY BOMBED ME. NAO DIS
 * Fre'kloar - madhatta. yoo go kill dis geeza. hes jus tryna intimidat yoo. GO SMASH HIM TA BITS. MAKE HIM FEEL DA HORRAS OF WAR
 * Mad'Hatta - MAN YOO DUNT TELL ME WAT TO DOO but dat sounds liek a gud idea. tho i think he mite be bluffin
 * Fre'kloar - ok dats fine. we can hav a ship bak yoo up if yoo need ta get away quik
 * Mad'Hatta - WAIT JUST A SEC WAT DO I GET OUTTA DIS
 * Voa'reak - yoo kill a losa
 * Mad'Hatta - IF I WANTED TO KILL LOSAS I WOULDA KILLED YOO LOT AGES AGO HURHURHUR
 * Fre'kloar - COM FITE ME. I BET YOO DONT KNO DA LOSS. DA PAIN!!!!!
 * Mad'Hatta - wen he gonna stop sayin dat
 * Voa'reak - tbh its gettin a bit annoyin by nao
 * Fre'kloar - YEH? YOR ANNOYED? IMMA SMASH YOR HED IN TILL YOO KNO DA PAIN
 * Rogue Geek - Uggggh. Gimme a break. Well, Mad'Hatta, I will happily set a course for the co-ordinates they sent you to go and destroy them. Unless you would prefer to kill the other Leedas instead. Either way is fine for me.
 * Naktor'zak - MAN YOR SUCH A JERK I SWER
 * Mad'Hatta - da santo man wuldnt liek dat methinks. reely tho WHO DA HELL IS DIS LOSA
 * Naktor'zak - ITS A PENUMBRA LOSA DEYZ ALL ENEMIES DEY MUST DAI
 * Mad'Hatta - wat dat
 * Voa'reak - urm kinda like the pcas version of loron warbosses but much less cool??? not sur reely
 * Mad'Hatta - OH DEER WELL TIEM TO GO KILL A DUM but wher da hell is dis planet
 * Rogue Geek - Don't worry about that. That's my job. It's not like any of these leaders can fly to save their tiny arses.
 * Fre'kloar - YOO SHUT UP OR ILL MAKE YOO FEEL DA PAIN
 * Voa'reak - and fer da record im da best flya eva
 * Mad'Hatta - NOT NAO UR NOT HA but yeh TIEM TO KILL A DUM

The Penumbran had waited for some time. It was many hours until the demonic Loron had made his arrival - then, it was nearing sunset of the next day. Kitanúniama had had already set his affairs straight should he have been killed by Mad'Hatta; he had left a will - in Kicathian terms, a small container consisting of items that provided access to Kitanúniama's possessions. He smoked a considerable amount over that day, waiting relentlessly for his opponent to face him. The Loron had made no subtlety in entering Kitanúniama's apartment - the front door, and in extension much of the wall was ripped from where it was. Kitanúniama made no startled expression at the arrival of Mad'Hatta. Having acclimatised to the horrors of two hundred years of war, nothing seemed to frighten him - not even the abominable visage of the Loron in front of him.


 * Mad'Hatta - OI YOO I HERD YOO WER TALKIN SHIT

Kitanúniama remained motionless, gearing his weaponry and his armour for the upcoming attack.


 * Mad'Hatta - I SED...I HERD YOO WER TALKIN SHIT. man do i hav to repeet mahself

Kitanúniama was still priming his shields - not that he particularly needed them now, but it provided him with more confidence. He stood up from his bench, facing Mad'Hatta in the eye.


 * Mad'Hatta - well ur not def so dats a plus. OH WAIT YOR ONE OF DEM ASCENDED DUMS OH MAH DAYZ
 * Kitanúniama - Yes. I wasn't bluffing.
 * Mad'Hatta - DA SANTO MAN IS GONNA LIEK DIS

Mad'Hatta raised his fists high into the air - Kitanúniama unloading blast after blast of his weaponry at the Loron's torso and head - Mad'Hatta's body convulsing somewhat. Mildly angered, the Loron rushed forward, hammering onto Kitanúniama and sending the Kicath's body flying towards the screen window, smashing straight through it. In an act of sheer frenzy, the Penumbran released the cord from his right gauntlet, aiming for the Loron to use to prevent his fall. The wire pierced straight through Mad'Hatta's head, causing the Loron to be dragged forward to the window. He placed both of his hands on the windows beside him, pulling back on the force that Kitanúniama's weight was forcing him out of the window from.


 * Mad'Hatta - ow

Snapping his head backwards, Mad'Hatta launched Kitanúniama upwards, as the Penumbran's arm-mounted blade thrusted forward into the Loron's head, not too far from the opening the cord made. He retracted and thrusted his blade into Mad'Hatta's face repeatedly as the Loron tried his best to grab the Kicath.


 * Mad'Hatta - OW OW OW OW OW OW STOP GOING FOR DA HED

The Loron finally grabbed a hold of Kitanúniama, and threw him against the ceiling, causing a veritable crack in the metalwork. Kitanúniama felt no pain from his - the great lease of energy bequeathed upon him meant he was not warn down at all. Springing back to his feet, the Penumbran offloaded more ammunition into Mad'Hatta's body, though Mad'Hatta himself did not appear to be hurt, despite his face damaged beyond repair. The Loron rushed towards him again, now grabbing him with both of his arms. The peculiar maw on his chest started flickering as it awaited the taste of Kicathian flesh, though Kitanúniama was not so willing to let himself be eaten. Breaking out of his enemy's grasp, he unleashed furious and feral punches to Mad'Hatta's legs - with enough force to perhaps destabilise an Agent's shield, until large quantities of the exoskeletal-like flesh on the Loron's legs were hacked off.

As the Loron fell to his knees, Kitanúniama wound his fist back for a well placed punch to the head, so hard that the full eight-and-a-half-metre frame of Mad'Hatta collidied with the floor, cracking the ground. The strange hat that he coveted and wore on a tilt on his head flung far and rolled across the floor until it backed up against the wall. Stepping backwards, Mad'Hatta stood back up and tried to find his hat on his head, which was not there. Kitanúniama could see that the Loron's eyes began to illuminate a more visceral green than before, and the veins across his body began to suddenly stir in motion.


 * Mad'Hatta - DID YOO JUST KNOCK MAH HAT OFF MAH HED
 * Kitanúniama - What are you gonna do about it, you nut?

Kitanúniama almost immediately regretted those words. He was hurled at an incredible pace from his apartment as a significant amount of the skyscraper he inhabited immediately went up in a green blast of energy; a sickening plume of smoke and dust caused the near face of the tower to be evaporated, and the far side was shaved straight off the frame of the tower by the shockwave. From the perilous heights of the ecumenopolis skyline, thousands of feet above, all manners of glass and metal rained down on the ground below, many civilians rapidly escaping the area but not before the dust and smoke of the explosion obscured much of the ground beneath them. Falling through the air, the Penumbran was subject to a three and a half thousand foot fall, with the insane Loron suddenly emerging from the explosion, alight with green flame and his jaws wide open.

Re-attaching the cord against Mad'Hatta's head, Kitanúniama shot at the Loron endlessly, though the Loron had quickly took another hold on him. Attempting to crush the Kicath's skull, Kitanúniama traded heavy blows and thrusting his blade into Mad'Hatta's stomach to prevent him from doing so. As they fell into the line of the ecumenopolis' traffic, the Kicathian Penumbran dug his blade into the Loron's stomach, turning himself around in mid air, and gearing the Loron's falling body to avoid any oncoming vehicles. Mad'Hatta did not make it easy however, constantly punching and kicking the Kicath whenever he could.

It was clear now that nothing was going to stop the two from colliding into the ground at their dangerous velocity. Fortunately, much of the public had cleared the area from the explosion, though Kitanúniama had to make sure that he was not on the receiving end of the impact. Finding a moment to clear his thoughts, he placed his organic hand, now illuminating white, on to the Loron's head. A sizzling sound was heard, and a fleshy steam rose from the print the Kicath was laying upon him - Mad'Hatta screamed in pain as the energies his enemy possessed burned his flesh.

However, the scream was stopped as soon as the two hit the ground. It was of such force that the weight of the two caused an impact crater that uplifted the tiles of the floor, clearing the smoke and dust of the area, though it had soon recollected as the rubble and debris settled again. Kitanúniama, in a statuesque fashion, fell to one side as Mad'Hatta was embedded in the floor, letting out faint whimpers in drunkenly raising his arm out. The Kicath struggled to get to his feet, though he was amazed that he had survived the fall.


 * Mad'Hatta - wat...da hell

Mad'Hatta picked himself out of the ground, struggling also to stand. He looked at his enemy with now a look of despair, his flesh bruised, and in some cases, hanging from his body.


 * Mad'Hatta - AW COME ON MAN DIS AINT FAIR YOO SHOULDA BEEN DED NAO ALREDI
 * Kitanúniama - You come to my galaxy, and threaten the lives of the people who live here? And you thought I was lying about dragging you back to hell.
 * Mad'Hatta - I THOUGHT YOO WER BLUFFIN

Mad'Hatta made a slow escape, weakly hurling bolts of essence at Kitanúniama as he deflected them with his fists.


 * Mad'Hatta - MAN I AINT EVA COMIN BAK TO DIS PLANET

In a last ditch attempt to hurt the Kicath, he hunched over the Penumbran, jaws open wide. Though he had made some progress in devouring the Penumbran, it was only his organic arm. Though this was the case, Kitanúniama had returned the attack by piercing his hand straight through the Loron's head, causing the Loron to go limp and convulse. The jaws started to stutter without rhythm, and Kitanúniama's hand was drenched in a thick, blackened blood. The form of the once towering Mad'Hatta began to melt away, his flesh becoming like water as his corpse drained into the floor. Breathing a sigh of relief, the Kicathian Penumbran fell to the floor, sitting down as he held on to his side. The sounds of sirens were heard in the distance - he placed his rifle on the floor, and laid out straight, rigid and traumatised from his fight. Though Mad'Hatta was no longer, he felt, perhaps out of his new power, that he was not truly dead.

Da Fall of A Legend
Having arrived together, Hagto'Zhl, Grak'tona and Rel'larutina all made their way to the hangar of the Propa Big Rogue Krooza. Each of them were filled both with anxiety, but also with a confidence that Fre'kloar would forgive their failures. They weren't completely sure what to think. They had wronged him, but Fre'kloar was normally sound with them all.

But they knew Fre'kloar wasn't his usual self. And as they returned, they only heard more stories from the other Rogue Boyz that Fre'kloar had, well and truly, gone off the deep end. It was tense.

Each of them, as they went over their apologies in their heads, walked together in silence. They had agreed that if they all showed up together, it wouldn't hit Fre'kloar as hard as if they had showed up individually. That maybe he wouldn't punish all three of them at once. That maybe it'd persuade him to rethink his tactics.

The three of them, having walked through hordes of Rogue Boyz who had looked at them and gulped, often saying nothing or doing nothing but shaking their heads in sadness or trembling in fear for them, were filled with a sense of sorrow and a sense of frustration. The Warbosses would return after them later on, and once they had delivered the news, they were to tell Fre'kloar that they knew something was wrong with the prophecy. They knew there was absolutely no way it was as it was written.

And finally, pausing first before allowing Hagto'Zhl to press the button and upon the door to the main command bridge, each of them walked forward. Rel'larutina began seriously regretting taking her remote form rather than her suit.


 * Hagto'Zhl - boss...we return frum da fronts. we got news fer yoo.

Fre'klaor sat upon the captain's chair of the Krooza, his head down with his arms covering it. He was soaked in fresh blood - some of it belonging to some unfortunate Chik, while some was his own - and he slowly raised his eyes and stared at the returned Leedas. His working eye twitched, and they could tell he was not on the best of moods.


 * Fre'kloar - yoo is bak... yoo betta hav GUD noos fer me

Each of them turned to one another, sometimes opening their mouth to speak before immediately shutting it again. Their fears of how Fre'kloar would take the news was confirmed. All the speeches they had prepared to say at this moment, and none of them could usher the words. But Grak'tona was brave enough.


 * Grak'tona - frekloar...urm...maybe da prophecy...wasnt as it seems
 * Fre'kloar - WAT DO YA MEEN WIV DAT YOO FROZEN IDIOT. DONT TELL ME.. YOO WUS DEFEETED AT ANDROMEDA
 * Rel'larutina - No, Fre'kloar. Look, I'm gonna be honest. I knew from the start this prophecy was complete and utter garbage. But you all bought it. Alright, we didn't succeed. There you go. Happy?
 * Fre'kloar - YOO FAILED ME AS WELL AT CYRANNUS DEN... HAGTO, DUNT TELL ME TOO ALSO...
 * Hagto'Zhl - LORONZ NEVA LOOS. SO OF COURS NOT
 * Grak'tona - yeh...YEH DATS WAT I MENT. LORONZ NEVA LOOS. WE DIDNT LOOS COS WE CAN JUS GO BAK AN FITE ANOTHA DAY SEE?
 * Fre'kloar - yoo... yoo wer defeeted... all of yoo...

Fre'kloar stood up. He still held on his head, as if having a heavy headache, as he begun screaming.


 * Fre'kloar - AND I LOST AT BOREALIS. WE LOST. WE WUS SUPPOSED TA SHOW DA OONIVERS DA PAIN OF WAR... INSTED ONLY I HURT
 * Rel'larutina - Fre'kloar, do you look like you're defeated? Of course not. We can still destroy Borealis. We're so close to Hyperborea. We just need to think it through a little more carefully, okay? Maybe not spread ourselves so thin.
 * Fre'kloar - WAT FOR? SO YA CAN FAIL ME AGEN?!?!
 * Grak'tona - oi man if its any consolashon i got a new royal pizza supply at andromeda an yoo can hav it
 * Fre'kloar - I DONT CARE FOR ANY OF YA LOUSY PIZZA!!!! IT HURTS SO FLIPPIN MUCH!!!!!

Fre'kloar roared as he charged at the Leedas in a blind rage. He immediately swung for Hagto'Zhl, who he slammed against the wall harder than before. Hagto'Zhl, shocked and in despair, desperately swung punches at Fre'kloar, who continually slammed him against it. He could feel his spine beginning to tear, the strength of Fre'kloar far greater than he had anticipated.


 * Hagto'Zhl - IM NOT YOR ENEMY WAT DA HELL
 * Grak'tona - FREKLOAR MAN CALM DOWN
 * Fre'kloar - YOR USELESS. ALL OF YOO!!!! USELESS!!!!

Hagto'Zhl's spine finally tore, as Fre'kloar tossed him aside. He was paralyzed. He could not even attempt to enter his demonic form, for he was simply defeated. He lay there in agony, as he watched his former best friend in horror. A tear began to form in his frightened eyes.


 * Hagto'Zhl - we wus yor comrads...we wus...
 * Fre'kloar - DA GHOSTS!!!!! DEY WILL NEVA LEEV ME!!!!!!!!!

Fre'kloar turned towards Rel'larutina. But as he charged towards her, Grak'tona blocked his path, and punched him, which knocked him down with Grak'tona's tough skin. He stood over Fre'kloar. One would expect him to deliver an arrogant speech of his kingliness, but instead, he was consoling.


 * Grak'tona - man jus dont do dis. DIS ISNT YOO MAN. DIS ISNT DA FREKLOAR WE ALL KNO AN LOV
 * Fre'kloar - FREKLOAR DIED!!!!! HE DIED WIV JOLKIAR!!!!!
 * Grak'tona - I KNOW FREKLOARS IN DERE SOMWHER. AN DA KING ORDAS YOO TA TAKE A GOOD HARD LOOK AT YASELF AN FIND HIM. STOP EXECUTIN MA SUBJECTS. ONLY I CAN DO DAT
 * Fre'kloar - IDIOT!!!! YA CANT UNDASTAND DA PAIN!!!!!!!
 * Grak'tona - YES I CAN. I LOST MA CROWN AN I CAN STILL FEEL IT oh wait dats cos i got a new un. LOOK MAN JUS CALM DOWN AN LET A MEDIK FIX YA

Fre'kloar roared as he stood up and grabbed Grak'tona by the neck and slammed him to the ground. Grak'tona swung his arm around and tripped Fre'kloar up, then kicked him away. They both then stood up, and Fre'kloar charged towards Grak'tona and punched him. But it wasn't the punch Grak'tona received from Fre'kloar when they first met. No, this punch from Fre'kloar's robotic arm knocked Grak'tona meters away.

He was right. The real Fre'kloar was dead. And none of them had listened to Ray'loth's warning. Grak'tona pulled himself back up, and attempted to charge towards Fre'kloar and headbutt him. But Fre'kloar grabbed him along the way, and slammed his face into the floor. His tough skin could only resist so much. Eventually, Fre'kloar smashed through his outer shell, as Grak'tona held up his arms in fear. Angered by this move, Fre'kloar simply ripped one of his arms off, while breaking the other with a single punch. Only Rel'larutina remained.


 * Rel'larutina - You're...you're a monster.
 * Fre'kloar - IM MOR DAN A MONSTA. IM A DEEMUN!!!!
 * Rel'larutina - Already a demon...

Fre'kloar lifted Rel'larutina up, who didn't resist. He slammed her down once on his knee and tossed her aside. If she could feel pain in this remote form, she would likely be killed by the shock. Her broken form could no longer move. Fre'kloar had effectively crushed the Leedas, as he saw the paralyzed Hagto'Zhl and Grak'tona were no longer conscious. He looked at his bloodied hands as he let out heavy, ferocious breaths, and his eyes turned down to the puddle of blood which now stood at his foot.

A cold shiver went down his spine. His working eye widened. On the puddle, he saw looking back at him. He had a sarcastic, amused expression on his own eyes.

Fre'kloar, soaked in the blood of his friends, fell to his knees, opening his arms and screaming in distress.

Rel'larutina continued to watch him through his distress. She could somehow see that maybe there was still a bit of the real Fre'kloar in him. Hesitantly, she spoke.


 * Rel'larutina - You've...become the very thing...you once swore to destroy...
 * Fre'kloar - I... I... IT HURTS... SO MUCH...

She could see through it now. He was still suffering the feelings of his trauma manifesting itself in what appeared to him to be a physical form: he was seeing a hallucination of Gratz'kaoz. The unconscious drive behind his actions was the haunting of his past. She knew that the only way to get Fre'kloar back was to somehow get him to divorce himself from it. But her remote form, which had almost nothing left, broke apart and faded away. Back in her mechanic suit in a starship, she pondered how to bring the Warbosses together to face him, knowing what he was capable of.