Fiction:Second Coming/Reclaiming

"I was hoping this wouldn't happen..."

- Warlord Kilnok

The Reclamation Conflict is a war of which the Cult of the Deathmarch posed a threat on the Onuris Alliance. If you want to join, so sign your username and your faction below and on what side you choose to be on.

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 * Delpha Coalition of Planets
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 * United Republic of Cyrannus
 * The Cognatus

= Anarchy =

"Sir! We're reporting a series of attacks - all by the same force!"

"What the?"

"All planets are being attacked, except...Mirenton..."

"Why not Mirenton - oh no. Oh hell no. Put Mirenton under high security! No one's getting in our out of the planet!"

"Yes sir!"

All planets were being attacked, with superweapons, and massive ships to compare. All planets within the Onuris, except Mirenton. Hez'Kalka wanted something important on that planet. Especially if it were to launch a simoultaneous attack on nearly every planet in the Gigaquadrant. The plan seemed to fail miserably when Mirenton was put in high security.

"Sir, Mirenton's locked down - wait...there's a ship - Tier 0, possibly Xhodocto!"

"Xhodocto? There's no way that can happen!"

A transmission came to the Mirenton control. It was Hez'Kalka himself;

"This is the last time, Warlord. Hand over the Sword. Or Mirenton dies."

"There's no possibility you're getting into Mirenton at this rate, Kalka."

"Heheheh...i'm already on your planet."

Kilnok was startled. The first line of defence within Mirenton was breached. Kalka only had to break down two lines of infantry to get to the sword.

"Set up the turrets! That Mahanayan is not getting into the Archives!"

The turrets were unleashed and set up, and had locked on the Mahanayan. The bullets fired, at an extreme pace. The swords were released - the bullets had no effect. They deflected back into the barrel of the turret, destroying it at an instant.

"Get the Ultras!"

A battalion of Ultras swarmed out of the building, hundreds and hundreds of them. They circled Kalka; their rifles aimed at his head. Silence had pervaded; and Kilnok walked down the steps, with his blaster in hand.

"Leave, Warlord. You're outnumbered 600 to 1."

Kalka looked around; the Ultras seemed hesitant to shoot the target. Something was wrong. Suddenly, a tremor was felt in the ground. Chunks of the metal plated earth arose around Kalka, and spun violently. He outstretched his arms, and the Ultras were floored instantly. Kilnok was knocked to the floor. When regaining his vision, Kalka was gone. Only seconds apart. Kilnok steadied himself, unsheathing his blaster and energy blade, only for him to be flung into the building by an extremely quick Hez'Kalka.

"I told you to stand aside, Kilnok!"

Kilnok shot from his blaster, mysteriously missing Kalka. Kalka reappeared right behind him, picked him up from his head and thrown him aside.

"You should move."

Kilnok yet stood tall, and let out a barrage of shots, all missing the Warlord with inches to spare. Hez'Kalka let out a mass string of attacks, constantly appearing and reappearing in a ghostly fashion. Soon, Kilnok was brought to his feet, helpless to say the least.

A guard stood ready within the archive room of which the sword was kept. He was just about to ready his gun when the vault door flattened him, thrown off its hinges. Hez'Kalka walked in, and his eyes met the sword. The sword used to be silver, but turned black and red due to what it contained - Kamik'Shi himself. Hez'Kalka kneeled before the balde, and it was almost as if they had a slient conversation. He picked up the sword, his skin turning a glossy black and red. Horns and spikes grew from his body, and his eyes went a terrifying red.

He simply strolled out of the Archive entrance. Kilnok, surprisingly regained his ability to move and fired from his blaster - Hez'Kalka did not expect it, and his back was scorched. He turned around, outstretched his arm, and clenched his fist. The archive builiding collapsed.

Kroc arrived afterwards, Mirenton was in chaos. He entered the ruins to see a bruised Kilnok, alive and walking.

"What happened here?"

"Hez'Kalka happened."