Fiction:Golden Movement/Wheels of Auspicion

Second Impressions
Taremanon had invited Crispy to a building within the Imperium's inner-rim territories. he had asked the Zazane to visit discreetly. After being ferried through a medium-sized city disguised as an Imperium-aligned Zazane, Crispy met Taremannon behind what apepared to be an auditorium within a theatere in an older part of the city. Seeing the praetor Crispy smiled. From the other side of a curtain he coulld hear the chatter of draconis who had gathered within the auditorium today.

Crispy - ''Ah, hello again. sir!'' Taremanon - ''Hello again. I have to say you have been of tremendous help for opening my eyes. To return the favour I would like you to meet the nobles who support your goals.'' Crispy - My words have reached the ears of nobles? Taremanon - ''Every praetor in the Imperium has become aware of Tyraz's true nature. Nervous?'' Crispy - I am always prepared, sir. For the best and worst. Taremaon - ''Now that I like to hear! One moment.''

Taremanon straightened himself as a speaker finished talking and he walked though the curtain. he stood on a stage for several minutes talking with the audience abotu that night's meeting. Eventually, Crispy clearly heard Taremanon's finishing words and he smiled.

Taremanon - ''Esteemed praetors, I give you the man responsible for opening our eyes. I have yaet to gai nhis true name... Crispy.''

Crispy chuckled and stepped forward through the curtain. The room adjacant was a medium-sized auditorium and Draconis of all colours clapped rhythmicly as he approached a podium. Taremanon joined in as he stepped to the side and looked at the praetors with a smile.

Crispy - ''Hello, dear Praetors! Well, it is an honour to be here today, in the presence of the Imperium's praetors. And it is even more of an honour that you wish to hear me speak.'' Taremanon - Your words sparked a revolution. With it, House Ultanos may be seeing it's last days.'' Praetor - Not even the Second House War and House Khaxvis were enough to dislodge it, they have ruled far longer than any other house. Crispy - ''Ah, revolution! Voldiaark! Denruta! Yes, a time of change is upon us. A time of change where our corrupt and secretive, conniving leaders are finally being pushed out of their undeserving thrones!'' Praetor - ''The time of Ultanos should have passed long ago. It is time for a new house to rise!'' Crispy - ''As with the changing of the Houses, a new age for the Brood arises alongside! I have been fighting against Tyraz, the treacherous, immoral demon!'' Praetor - ''We have heard of his deeds. This "holy shadow war" was a blight on the Imperium. We lost trillions of lives to it!'' Crispy - ''He has corrupted Ultanos further, he has even brought times of death upon your Imperium. The Holy Shadow War, the re-emergence and empowerment of House Khaxvis! What good has come of his presence?'' Several Praetors - Nothing!''

At their empassioned reply, a blue draconis stood up who was a high-ranking representetive of House Korlonis. Taremanon leaned close to crispy as the noble stood up.

Korlonis Praetor - Have you all forgotten what good the relation between our paragon and the Brood has done? Taremanon - He is of House Korlonis, they are joined to House Valocanus and are supporters of His Majesty's efforts. Crispy - ''Hmph, all leaders have their 'good' times. But the Lord Councillor? He was not your saviour! No, your 'saviour' was a man who gave up his own mortality to become a vicious beast! He is no slayer of false gods, he is the monster of a dark god! A god of war!''

This caused mutterings among the praetors. the standing praetor growled slightly.

Korlonis Praetor - The Book of Divine Teachings says "If one accepts what he did in the past, then he is prepared to forgive himself for the future". Crispy - ''Forgive himself? You believe that Tyraz Breek, the son of a womaniser, the brother of an undead nightmare, the father of a dark messiah, even has the RIGHT to forgive himself?'' Savenium Praetor - ''I have spoken to Uriel himself. The 'demon' constantly seeks forgiveness but has doubts that can be done.'' Taremanon - Every attempt that monster has done has only caused misery and suffering for someone else. Crispy - ''The demon craves your pity! He wants your pity and sorrow, so he can work his way into your heart and feelings! He has commited crimes deemed unforgiveable. He has weaponized and mobilized the dead, he has massacred billions of innocents in a burning fire of hate! And your Paragon sides with this man?'' Taremanon - ''Drakon asks us to be servant to no god or demon. We rule our own destiny and by accepting Tyraz's leadership we defy his teachings.'' Crispy - ''This man now has the strongest army in Andromeda at his burning claw. Imagine what he can do with it! What need does he have of you, the Imperium, anymore?'' Praetor - ''The Zazane is right. Our paragon has lost all his senses, surely the senate will understand why he must step down.'' Crispy - ''What good has your Paragon done? He has condemned you ALL by granting the position of Grandmaster upon Tyraz! He has allied you, against your will, with an immortal, demonic barbarian! An emotional vampire, he feasts of your pity and sorrow, so you shall serve him!'' Praetor - ''We shall serve no demon! Uriel has lost his mind by listening to the creature.'' Crispy - ''The Inquisition had this man on their target list. The Inquisition! Does that not raise enough concern?'' Praetor - ''House Ultanos has ruled with wisdom and justice... but even they are only so strong. Uriel became blind, he has disgraced his ancestors and disgraced the teachings.'' Crispy - ''Uriel is but a madman now. A lost cause. You would've thought he'd care for his people...And how does he show this? By allying you with an abomination! A bloodthirsty disgrace!''

With Crispy's empassioned words, the noise in the auditorium grew louder with furious nobles.

Praetor - Uriel the Ambitious *spits* Uriel the Naive more like! Crispy - ''Both our people have been led by false promises or manipulation. I say it is time we take a stand! We show these barely civilized creatures they do not rule us! If by force or by words, bloodthirsty men like Tyraz or naive fools like Uriel shall never be granted such authority over our galaxy! Our home!'' Senvinus Praetor - Nobles please. Ultanos have been wise so far. Does the entire house have to be barred from the throne?'' Crispy - ''I would not be surprised if Tyraz's foul taint has reached all the souls of Ultanos! He is not a man! He is a beast, a creature born from hellfire! Uriel has been corrupted, as has his children and lover! His...infectious influence spreads like a plague!'' Senvinus Praetor - Crispy, you must understand that as a fellow of a house known for science, i find it hard to believe Tyraz is actually a demon. Crispy - Have you SEEN the execution of sir Taremanon's nephew?! Senvinus - ''I did. But I am not so quick to call such feats 'magic' or 'divine'.'' Crispy - ''I would LOVE to see how you back up that execution! A man of hate transforms himself into a true demon and you say this is not the work of forces beyond your comprehension?'' Senvinus - ''The electricity could have been from arc projectors in his fingers. Augmented strength is very easy to do but changing size... hmm... Perhaps a utility fog of some sort?'' Crispy - ''How about you talk with Uriel, or the Inquisition, about Tyraz's power? After all, your Paragon and your High Inquisitor have witnessed his demonic traits first hand. He has turned men into ashes with a simple slash of his sword...If that is not the image of a conqueror from a hellish world of fire and darkness, then I don't know what is.'' Praetor - What kind of creature has Uriel exposed us all to?

This caused further mutterings amongst the audience.

Taremanon - ''Tyraz is more than a puppetmaster. He is a demon spawned from our nighmares with desires to subjugate both us and the entire galaxy. We must stand up to him!'' Crispy - And I suppose you all want to know the truth behind the execution of Taremanon's nephew?

Crispy looked at Taremanon who looked back at him as numerous praetors cried out aggresively for the answer. Cryspy's deception was convincing them all that Tyraz was a monster, and he was set to reveal the reason behind onew of the most controversial executions of the decade.

Crispy - ''A comment...A mere comment! Tyraz requested to be his executioner for a mere comment! About his size no less!'' Praetor - ''His size? What vanity is this!'' Taremanon - Officially, Tervos' death was out of becoming a turncoat duing the TIAF's assault. Crispy - ''That is what officials say, Taremanon. But with men like Tyraz influencing your Paragon...So that is the truth...Tervos was tortured to death in his final moments for a mere comment of size.'' Praetor - Surely the tribunal saw through this farce? Crispy - You think the tribunal wasn't scared of Tyraz? Praetor - If they had then Tervos would still be alive. Taremanon - The paragon, the courts, Uriel is no longer our leader, Tyraz is! Praetor - The demon must be expelled! Crispy - But...what do you plan to do about it?

Everyone stopped silent for a moment.

Crispy - ''Well, at best, you remove his influence. And how do you remove his influence in the Imperium?'' Praetor - Simply having Uriel replaced will not entirely cleans ue. Crispy - ''I am afraid that the Ultanos House has become compromised by Uriel's relations to Tyraz. You think you can risk having another Ultanos House member take the title of Paragon? Hell, the Brood allowed another member of the Breek family to take charge, and look what happened!'' Praetor - ''What of House Valocanus? They exposed the corruption.'' Crispy - ''I do not believe I have a say in who becomes your next Paragon, but...Taremanon, what do you think? Taremanon - ''If the praetors agree, I will gladly accept the position if chosen. But that is up for other members of the Grand Senate to decide.'' Crispy - ''We live in a galaxy of darkness, corruption and bloodshed. But we can change that.''

Taremanonstepped forward and opened his wings. He chanted the phrase "to new futures" and the others chanted exitedly with him.

Crispy - To a new dawn.

Crispy smiled and then stepped back as the audience cheered. As he passed though the curtain, Taremanon followed him backstage.

Taremanon was slowly clapping to him him with a large smile spreading across his snout.

Taremanon - Quite a speech. Crispy - Thank you, my father was the same way. Taremanon - Sometimes I wished this wasn't happening, but that bastard forced my hand. Crispy - You wish to sit idly by while the naive Paragon and the bloodthirsty Tyraz rule your Imperium?

Taremanon's smile turned to a scowl and he aggressivly stepped up to Cryspy to stare him down.

Taremanon - ''Be careful with your tongue around me, Zazane. Uriel may have slipped, but I still respect him for what he has done for this Imperium!'' Crispy - Of course, every ruler has his good moments. Taremanon - ''Uriel is still a hero. Even before he was paragon he risked his life for common citizens and he saved many billions from a fate worse than death in just 15 years. Can you say the same?'' Crispy - ''That's heroic, but I have no need to as I am keeping my people out of danger. But do not get the wrong idea, I would willingly give my life to save my people, whether they appreciate it or not. So long as my race still has the potential to thrive, my life still has purpose.''

Taremanon huffed as he backed down. he stepped back with a sigh.

Crispy - ''What is wrong, Taremanon? Are you having doubts?'' Taremanon - ''Like I said. It pains me to be doing this to an old friend.'' Crispy - ''I understand. But you must see now that he has become a tool of Tyraz's will. It is not Uriel's fault, but it is that of Tyraz.'' Taremanon - ''You're right. Uriel's favouratism has driven us apart. He would rather consult the wisom of an emotional stranger than a man he's known for decades.'' Crispy - ''The tyrant that was formerly Zazane has him under his grip and has corrupted him. Could you imagine what the Imperium would be like in a century or so's time? Conflicting Houses striving for war and the desire to bathe in each other's blood, like warriors in an arena!''

Hearing this, Taremanon seethed. He knew Draconis were martial, but Crispy described a killer's paradise.

Taremanon - Such an image, it would undo everything our ancestors strove to construct! Crispy - ''Would dignified and civilized people like the Draconis really enjoy being at war with each other? They would be no better than the Zazane of ancient times, under the control of Tyraz's ancestors! The story would be repeated on a grander scale!'' Taremanon - ''Such a vision... The galaxy would be set alight by their fury.'' Crispy - ''A galaxy at war and conflict, empires and races at each others throats, developing civilizations would be stomped out by the warring factions! Tyraz is every flaw of the Zazane made manifest, he represents all that is evil within our race.'' Taremanon - ''You make your point, Zazane. Uriel has already been corrupted by his posion, I will ensure that no others are infected.'' Crispy - ''Also, Khaxvis. They still remain as a stain in our galaxy, yet they hold some hatred towards Tyraz. What is your current view on the treacherous vermin?'' Taremanon - ''Those who turned against theri House's desires I can respect. The 'loyalists' should burn for their arrogance.'' Crispy - ''If you wish, I could try and locate the splintered Khaxvis and inform you of their locations. Whether you deem them able to return to Imperial society or not is up to you.'' Taremanon - I would prefer to see them all hanged for what they did but-- 'some' may hold merit. Crispy - Is that an order to eliminate them on sight? Taremanon - Unless they turn their backs on what that house stands for. Crispy - ''I see. Well, I shall finish the mess that Tyraz started. I assure you, this galaxy shall be purged of Khaxvis loyalist scum.'' Taremanon - Good.

Crispy turned away as he walked out of the backstage room. Before he left he turned back to Taremanon with a compassionate smile.

Crispy - ''Thanks for inviting me here tonight, Taremanon. I feel honoured to have been in the presence of the Praetors.'' Taremanon - I am sure they enjoyed your visit as well.

Taremanon smiled and returned behind the curtain to the auditorium. Crispy turned and walked a way, the smile upon his face soon became a grin as everything slowly came into place.

Martyr of the Ice
Kryptkor Talsar, the Ice King. Monarch of the Borealis Zazane, born into royalty and taught as a thief. A man who cared for his species on a deep level of emotion, he slew his own father in battle on the belief that the Borealis Zazane species was not achieving their full potential. He proved himself a skilled fighter and warrior, a trait Zazane of all species admired. It would be later on in his life that he would cut his ties with the Wranploer Legion, in favour of the Brood of War led by Tyraz Breek, Lord Councillor and a Highlord of Andromeda, as well as Grandmaster ofthe Guardians of Light, the united army of the Andromeda galaxy. Kryptkor had seen much throughout his life and had done much to support his species, hoping one day they shall achieve the potential he so desired for them, that they would be a powerful and benevolent race and perhaps even a galactic superpower...

Today was that day. Today was the day that Kryptkor Talsar would announce his plan to make the Borealis Zazane great. He would finally be putting his power as the Ice King to use, after hearing the terrible stories and tellings of the Lord Councillor. The planet known as Hirasaak was where it was to be announced, Hirasaak being the capital world of the Borealis Zazane in Andromeda, the new home of the Borealis Zazane that were loyal to Kryptkor after siding with the Brood rather than the Wranploer. The rest of their race was scattered around Andromeda and Borealis, although still thriving as a species. Kryptkor stepped off his royal transport onto a platform that stood above the underlevels of Hirasaak's capital city, Harikoe. Millions of Zazane looked upwards as Kryptkor stood above them. He walked towards a podium placed on the platform, while his face could be seen on holo-screens all across Hirasaak, as well as the other colonies of the Borealis Zazane within Andromeda. His image was being broadcasted across the galaxy. The snow fell like a blizzard as Kryptkor walked, an image of a true Ice King. When he reached the podium, his ears were filled with the sound of roars and cheers from his people. He looked down upon them and waited for a moment, before opening his jaws to speak.

Kryptkor - ''My people, sons and daughters of Borealis. We face a time of crisis, once again. As of this moment, we have been deceived, lied to! Manipulated to do the bidding of this tyrant, the one known as Tyraz Breek! The Lord Councillor of the Brood of War, the Grandmaster of the Guardians of Light...a Highlord of Andromeda! But really...he is a demon, a tyrant! No better than the Wranploer, General Volim! We have been enslaved, oppressed by those we sought to escape! My father was a fool for not fighting for our independence, I shall not make the same mistake! I shall free my people, you! You are the holders of my dream, a dream that we shall become great, a dream that we shall become powerful! We shall have our voices heard, no more shall we lay in silence! We shall unleash a vengeance so terrible, Tyraz, Volim, all tyrants who seek to enslave us shall cry out in pain and fear! No longer will I watch as my people die fighting for these...demons! These machines that seek only war! By using the weapons granted upon us, as well as those we have created, never again shall we be forced to kneel before them! Never again shall we be enslaved! ''

The Borealis Zazane roared out gloriously, raising their arms with clenched fists. Kryptkor looked down upon them all as another Borealis Zazane, Likra Ophanasol, approached his side. The snow fell faster and heavier as Kryptkor spoke, as the people cheered his name.

Kryptkor - ''We will smite this demon king! We shall haunt his nightmares! We shall show him we will no longer stand at his side as an ally, but in front of him as an enemy! We shall charge head on against him and come out victorious! Like the snow and ice that falls upon our worlds, we shall rain down upon him as death and terror! All for you, my people, the strength in my very body, the meaning to my own existence! I shall serve as your Ice King, I shall lead our people into glory! We will not bow down like slaves, we will strike them down as kings! ''

More cheers and roars filled the air as Kryptkor smiled. Likra looked to Kryptkor and then looked back at the many crowds of Borealis Zazane. Kyptkor raised his arm and clenched his fist.

Kryptkor - ''No longer shall we be mere citizens of the Brood of War! We shall be known as the Borealia Kingdom! Sons and daughters of Borealis, now is our time!''

With those words, Kryptkor turned away from the podium and walked back towards his royal transport. Likra Ophanasol was the current commander of all Borealis Zazane forces in Andromeda, as well as a close friend of Kryptkor. She walked a few steps behind Kryptkor, determination in her heart after hearing Kryptkor's speech. The same went for the many millions of Borealis Zazane that have witnessed this as well, fuelled by determination. Kryptkor walked onto his transport and sat on one of the rather comfortable seats, as Likra also walked inside and sat down. Likra looked to her king with a smile.

Kryptkor - ''Take me to the Frozen Palace. I wish to visit my throne...''

With that, the transport closed off entry and took off, towards the Frozen Palace, Kryptkor's residence. Kryptkor looked to his friend with a smile, yet a sad look in his eye. Likra noticed this and leaned forward.

Likra - ''My lord, you are an icon to our people. You're giving them hope and freedom, why such a sad expression?'' Kryptkor - ''It is nothing, my friend. I am just looking back on how easily I was deceived...Those times plague me.'' Likra - ''But my lord, those days are over. Tyraz's hold over you is gone, you're free.'' Kryptkor - ''I know, but still...I wonder how I could even let such a man influence me the way he has. He is no better than that Wranploer bastard!''

Likra nodded and sat in silence with her king. It would not take long until news would reach Tyraz about Kryptkor's declaration of independence, and when it does, Kryptkor expected to have Brood forces on his tail. He was prepared for this, however, as his military forces were already mobilizing themselves confidently to fight off any Brood soldier or vehicle that breached the territory of the new Borealia Kingdom.

Declaration at Talzari
As the Borealia Kingdom was announcing its independence from the Brood, Insurrectionists had gathered outside of the Talzari Palace on the industrial world known as Yrian, located at the centre of Insurrection territory. This was the capital of the Golden Movement, this was where it all began. Talzari, Yrian. Inside the large palace, which belonged to the former planetary governor of Yrian before his disappearance, was Crispy. He walked along a large, flat platform towards a podium. The many millions who have gathered outside would see the Golden Unifier in all of his glory and grace. The orange sun shined down on the population of Talzari City, who cheered and roared for Crispy's presence. The sounds of joy and happiness filled Crispy's ears, music. Standing behind him, two Zazane men. One was a greyish blue, while the other was an orange colour. Beside the greyish blue Zazane, an armoured Zazane carrying a weapon. Crispy reached the podium and smiled down at his people, a smile that would make most Zazane women faint.

Crispy - ''How good it is to be on the ground once again. How good it is to see my people once more. The people who so bravely gave up their former lives as slaves, to become free people. You all deserve your freedom from the Brood. Indeed, when the Brood was formed, it offered so much promise, so much glory and freedom! The Zazane people, coming together once again as a united race! But...the Brood became corrupted. Ruled by the tyrannical fist of Lord Councillor Tyraz Breek. Yes, a Highlord of Andromeda no less! He has served so well in saving Andromeda, but for what reason? To save the people? No! To rule them! So he could earn the respect of you all, just to control you! A demon, a madman! He seeks nothing else but to wage war! Unnecessary war and bloodshed! He is responsible for the deaths of many people, no better than the Butcher, Moxix! He is a demon in disguise! That is why, my people...That is why I have freed you from his grasp, his control! You deserve more than tyrants, more than fascists! I am honoured you have chosen me to be your leader.''

As he spoke to the crowds of many, the blue Zazane looked to the orange one. The blue Zazane was High Administrator Chairman Acarre, CEO of RaheTech, a former Brood corporation that manufactured weaponry and technology which now works under the Golden Movement, and the orange Zazane was High Administrator Admiral Cormot, an assistant of the former planetary governor who now works as the military commander of all Insurrection forces. RaheTech was based upon the polluted industrial world of Rahe, Acarre's homeworld, evident by the signs of accelerated aging on Acarre's body, as it is a side effect of the pollution.

Acarre - Admiral, when the Insurrection engages the Brood, you better not screw up. Cormot - Chairman, you supply the weapons, I decide how to use them. Acarre - I'd rather not leave such technology in the hands of a careless fool. Cormot - Watch your tongue, Chairman, while you still have it. Acarre - You have just proven my point, brute. Crispy - ''With the assistance of RaheTech, granted so generously by our own High Administrator, Chairman Acarre, our soldiers shall be ready to fight the Brood when it decides to launch an assault against us! High Administrator Admiral Cormot shall graciously guide our military against Tyraz's army and whatever he decides to throw at us! We shall not tolerate his aggression nor the enslavement of your kin! He has indoctrinated many to his cause, those indoctrinated our unfortunately lost. But you can blame the madman for this! His demonic powers now control his people! He is afraid of losing this war! We have the demon scared! If we carry on, he shall eventually disappear! We will eliminate his influence and presence in our home! Our galaxy!''

The crowds cheered for Crispy, roaring and clapping filled the air. Acarre and Cormot also clapped while Crispy walked away from the podium, a smile on his face. Cormot and Acarre joined him as he walked, standing at his side. Acarre had a smirk on his face while Cormot remained his usual, serious self.

Acarre - That was an excellent speech, sir. Cormot - Indeed, you really grabbed the crowd's attention. Crispy - ''Thank you both for your support. I wouldn't have been able to get this far without the assistance of RaheTech.  Acarre - RaheTech is always prepared to be at your service, for the right price, of course.'' Crispy - Indeed, I shall pay extra if you do me a favour. Acarre - And what would that be? Crispy - I require that yu start constructing weapons and technology for the Drakodominatus Tyranny and the Borealis Zazane. Acarre - Aliens? Crispy - ''Yes, aliens. The Borealis Zazane and Tyranny are our allies now, they will be requiring our resources.'' Acarre - ''Sounds reasonable. I shall have it done.'' Cormot - If it is not too much trouble, my lord, but when will my services be required? Crispy - Very soon, Admiral, The Brood is close to declaring full-scale war upon us, when they do, all of Andromeda will shake. Cormot - Good, I was hoping I would be able to lead my troops into battle soon.

The three of them walked inside the Talzari Palace, a large monolith constructed of flat, yet thick, heavy Shidium metal, guarded by hundreds of guards armed with the latest in high tech weaponry, supplied by RaheTech. RaheTech worked for the highest bidder, their loyalty would not be set unless promised money and political influence, which was how they were so easily pulled away from the Brood. Crispy now had one of the Brood's largest corporations, a reliable source of weapons and technology, although questionable in their loyalty. It wouldn't matter though, Crispy knew he would have to spend some resources in gaining favours. His next plan of action would be an even more questionable one; he plans to go to the edge of Imperial territory in order to locate a supposed enclave of Khaxvis-aligned Draconis. He had heard tales of these infamous traitors from various sources, mainly the Imperium. He was interested in them, he wanted to know whether they really were worth destroying, or if they could be of any use to him. He would rest for now, however. It has been a long, tiring voyage for him and right now, a little bit of time on the ground sounded like a good idea.

Dark Hand of the Righteous
Back in the palace on Daedelus, Tyraz took a peek in Kezoreg's room for a moment to see the young boy fast asleep in bed. When he closed the door he sighed and walked down the hall. it was evening and the sun was setting. As he turned a corner the lights flickered for a split second. In that brief moment of blackness, Sarec appeared right in front of him, which made Tyraz jump as the arrival came completely unexpected.

Sarec - We have a problem. Tyraz - Hmph, you almost caught me off-guard for a moment... Sarec - My apologies, but it is rather urgent. Tyraz - Alright, fire away Sarec. Sarec - The order knows about Kezoreg, they're sending inquisitors to 'collect' him as we speak. Tyraz - Why would the Order interfere with my son? Sarec - They know about his potential and the inner circle is afraid he could cause severe damage in future. Tyraz - Not only do they trifle with me, they plan to take away my child as well as question my parenting skills?! Sarec - ''I arrived just ahead of the pair of inquisitors they sent. I know how these two work, they plan to take your son whether you let them or not.'' Tyraz - ''Is that so? Then they obviously haven't heard of my power from Arsac...'' Sarec - Either they would take him to be raised in a monastery or...

Sarec bared his teeth and looked away, he muttered the word "neurosleep" through his teeth which made TYraz narrow his eyes in anger.

Tyraz - They wouldn't dare... Sarec - ''Which is why we can't let them have him. We can't go to Arsac about this because she has been kept in the dark. The inner circle is keeping this whole thing quiet.'' Tyraz - I shall burn the very foundations of the Inquisition for this...

As they talked, an attendant interrupted them over Tyraz's comm unit

Attendant - Two aliens request your audience sir. They say it is of upmost importance. Sarec - That is bound to be them. Tyraz - ''Hmph...I shall attend to this matter. You stay here, make sure nobody crosses that door.''

Sarec nodded and both of them vanished. Sarec remained out of sight while Tyraz appeared near two aliens who were wearing ordinary clothing. He observed them carefully, the two of them were Draconis and a Ryketian. Unknown to most hwoever, the Ryketian was in fact a hologram but Tyraz, using his abilities quickly saw through this desguise but figures he may as well paly along. The Draconis held out his hand as he approached and the two of them shook hands heartily.

Draconis - ''You must be Tyraz Breek. I have heard so much about you!'' Tyraz - ''Hehe, oh, well that's nice! Who are you exactly, though?'' Draconis - Forgive me, I am Inquisitor Vendoros and this is my partner, Inquisitor Arath'Alan.

The Ryketian smiled and nodded. Tyraz narrowed his eyes as Vendoros spoke but kept smiling.

Tyraz - ''Oh? The Inquisition has sent agents here?'' Vendoros - Little bit of a grim matter but the order believes your sone, what with his talents and all, would make a fine addition to the Inquisition's roster. Tyraz - ''Is that so? And why would he want to join the Inquisition? What are its benefits?'' Vendoros - ''You should be honoured; Not many get to have the inquisition come to their door like this and I am sure your son would make you very proud with the deeds he could accomplish. He will be treated with utmost respect, fresh air, he will learn tried-and-tested techniques to improve his talents and sharpen them to become a living weapon of righteousness.'' Tyraz - Yes, perhaps I should feel honoured that he is to be raised as a tool, his individuality stripped from him and trained to kill members of alien cultures and religions. Veondoros - ''Oh no, you have me wrong, the Inquisition values initiative and drive. We feel it is best if our operatives are... self-motivated to achieve their full potential.'' Tyraz - And what if I refuse? Vendoros - ''Well... why would you. We can compensate you greatly for your troubles, we are aware of what it is like to have your offspring leave you.'' Tyraz - And what makes you think my son would enjoy being a tool of some paranoid council?

As they talked, the real inquisitor Arath'Alan stalked the hallways, he used his talents to sense for kexoreg's room. Since entering the palace he had programmed a holoprojector to disguise himself as Tyraz and wore a perfume to mimic his scent. He was unaware that Sarec was watching him from the shadows. Back in the main hall Vendoros became somewhat concerned.

Vendoros - ''Is there something wrong, Lord Breek? We were under the impression you were a solid supporter of the order. You DID offer the order some of your most eager recruits to bolster our forces.'' Tyraz - ''I was...But recent events have me reconsidering. And besides...my people should be free to choose their own choices.  Vendoros - Do your people not want to serve the order? Do they not want to aid us in pursuing our goals?'' Tyraz - I'm sure a majority would love the chance to fight at the Inquisition's side, but my son is having no part of it.

Meanwhile the ryketian felt he was getting close. As he closed in Sarec appeared from nowhere and with a flick of his wrist he sent the inquisitor flying into a wall. The Ryketian stood up and pulled out a pistol. He fired several shots that were absorbed into Sarec's hand as he stepped closer. Panicking the ryketian threw down a flashbang and ran. Sarec was only mildly distracted but it was enough for the inquisitor to run.

Vendorus - Perhaps your son would like a say, no? Tyraz - And what makes you think that I believe it will be as simple as that? Vendorus - It would be his choice wouldn't it? Tyraz - And what if HE resfuses? Vendorus - Then we will e on our way.

As the two of them talked, Sarec's voice echoed inside Tyraz's mind.

Sarec - <> Tyraz - ''Shyrak. I know the Inquisition. They'd continue to pester me like flies to a corpse. <>'' Sarec - <> Tyraz - <> Vendoros - Then you know that we always get our way. Tyraz - You won't be leaving here with my son, Inquisition scum. Vendoros - Now now, there is no need for that language. Tyraz - And there is no need for your presence here.

The inquisitor had darted around a corner. Panting with caution he noticed an air vent. he pulled the grate out, checked to see if Sarec had spotted him and climbed inside.

Vendoros - ''I am sure our desires are in your son's best interests. You can still visit him if you so wish.'' Sarec - ''<>''

Tyraz sensed for the inquisitor's presence in the vents. He then turned ot his attendant with a calm demeanor.

Tyraz - Yarcha, could you please tell my men to gas the air vents for any vermin? Yarcha - Yes Lord Breek.

Vendoros clasped his wrist, which discreetly activated a warning signal to his partner in the vents. Tyraz then turned back to Vendorus. Sarec meanwhile had transformed into a rat and scurried through with unnatural speed to catch up to the inquisitor. Within a few minutes a toxic gas filled them but the ryketian had prepared himself and attached a face-mask over his mouth. Sarec, being an ascended being, was unaffected by the gas. The Ryketian looked behind and, upon seeing Sarec had liitle time to think what the rat really was, pulled out his pistol and shot frantically, missing and causing the shot to echoe in the vents*

Tyraz - ''I am afraid that shan't be happening, Inquisitor. He won't be coming with you.'' Vendoros - ''I would ask if you are certain but I can tell you are. Very well, I shal ltake my leave.'' Tyraz - And you'd best tell your partner to get out of my vents before the gas starts to rot his flesh. Vendoros - How did you-- Tyraz - ''Being Descended gives me some benefits, Inquisitor. I can detect his presence.''

The inquisitor managed to reach the exit of a vent leading into Kezoreg's room. he was too conenctrated on escaping the gas to look inside and quietly opened the vent to pass through. he slipped in and landed quietly on his feet.

Tyraz - Now I suggest you leave before I really get angry.

Tyraz took a step up to the Inquisitor with a smirk.

TYraz - Oh, fearless Inquisitor. Vendoros - ''You're making a mistake Tyraz. Don't think the order will easily forget.'' Tyraz - What makes you believe I fear your cult?

The Ryketian still retained his Tyraz disguise and looked about the room to find his mark as Sarec peeked in from the ducts.

Vendoros - Cult? Sarec - ''<>'' Tyraz - ''<> You heard me. The Inquisition is nothing but a cult of hypocrits.'' Vendoros - ''Why you... What are you talking about!?'' Tyraz - ''An order dedicated to stomping all those it believes a danger, including alien cultures and religions. The Inquisition is flawed.'' Vendoros - You watch too much media sensationalism, Tyraz. Tyraz - No, you have been indoctrinated to believe against my claims or at least ignore the obvious flaw. Venoros - ''You know what reporters are like. They would rather report on the havok we apparently sow... not that they hear much of us anyway.'' Tyraz - You say that yet you are so dead-set on getting my son to join your order. Vendoros - ''For his own good. Would it not please you to see your son doing good?'' Tyraz - I would rather my son not join a cult of hypocrits and indoctrinated tools.

The inquisitor saw Kezoreg sleeping and quietly tip-toed towards him, unaware that Sarec had emerged from the vent and was reforming to his original form. As the Ryketian got close, he could hear Sarec's heavy breathing, he turned around and looked up to see Sarec bigger than usual and looking very angry. Kezoreg continued to sleep, before his eyes fluttered open and he yawned. Ryketian - Okay... okay... Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Please don't--

He was interrupted as Sarec grasped his throat and lifted him high in the air and away from Kezoreg. Whe nhe saw Kezoreg sturring he used a naudio device to mimic TYraz's voice

"Tyraz" - ''Put me down! How dare you threaten my son.'' Sarec - ''Keep it up rat and I might just embed you in a wall. That or I could always turn you into one.'' "TYraz" - Get off me, now or I swear the order wil have your head for this!

Kezoreg slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes, he sniffled as he gradually woke up.

Kezoreg - ''Hmm...? Breakfast time already?'' "Tyraz" - ''Son... this man is trying to kill me.''

Sarec flinched to see Kezoreg was awake and slammed the inquisitor into the floor.

Kezoreg - Huh...Uncle Sarec, why are you playing with dad in my room? "Tyraz" - He wants to kill me, he's gone mad! Sarec - Don't let him fool you kid. Kezoreg - Hey dad, I wanna play too!

He got out of bed and walked over to them with a smile as Sarec's foot pressed down on the inquisitor's chest and he twisted the ball of his foot on the stomach, causing the inquisitor to wince in pain.

"Tyraz" - ''I'm not playing. Sarec wants to take you away from here-- ARGH'' Sarec - Hm, that's rich.

Kezoreg sat on the Rytekian's chest and bean to playfully slap the sides of his head while chuckling. The Ryketian could feel it but as he was being hit, Sarec's foot snapped something and "Tyraz" suddenly transformed into his original form, revealing the Ryketian inquisitor. Ryketian - Ahh shit.

Sarec pressed harder as Kezoreg titled his head and growled angrily.

Sarec - What kind of language is that in front of a child! Kezoreg - ''Wait, you're not my dad! Who the hell are you?'' Ryketian - ''I uhh.. I-I can explain!'' Sarec - Kezoreg, this man wanted to take you away from here. Kezoreg slapped the Rytekian again, though this time harder and more violently which caused a large orange mark to appear on the side of the Ryketian's face.'' Ryketian - ''OW! I'll get you for that you foul little brat!'' Sarec - You made a big mistake following orders "brother". Kezoreg - Shut the Shyrak up, you ugly thing!

Kezoreg slapped even ahrder. The Ryketian reeled from the slap. His skin formed a large orange mark where Kezoreg had hit him. He lay his head to the side and bared his teeth in pain.

Ryketian - ''Happy now scale-face? You are so dead when the order finds out you turned against them like this!''

Kexoreg interrupted him by tightly pinching the ryketian's face

Kezoreg - Hehe, you're MY bitch now! Sarec - ''You think I care? You're a puppet just like the rest of them.'' Ryketian - ''*coughs* ow ow ow! Go on. Crush me. Squash me like the bug you take me for, then the elder council will have no choice but to lock you away for eternity.'' Kezoreg - ''Keep him alive! I wanna have some 'fun' with this loser!'' Sarec smirked and lifted his foot away. he left Kezoreg to pin the inquisitor down with his body. As Kezoreg toyed with him Sarec kneeled at the inquisitor's side.''

Sarec - ''You think the Realm can hold me? I don't even have a solid brain to nullify.'' Kezoreg - ''Does that mean you have no brain? Are you stupid?'' Ryketian - ''He has a brain, just not one like yours or mine. And I'm sure the order will be able to keep hold of you. Remember that thing you found in Borealis? I reckon you sealed your own fate when you found it.'' Kezoreg - Who said YOU could talk, loser? Ryketian - Piss off, brat, grown-ups are talking.

Kezoreg pinched the Ryketian's face again before he delivered another slap.

Ryketian - ''Argh, would you stop that. Were it not for Sarec here i'd slap you on the rear cheeks so hard you'd cough out your heart.'' Sarec - Go on Kezoreg, show the mean man how strong you are. Kezoreg - Okay uncle Sarec!

Kezoreg turned to the Ryketian with a large, rather evil-looking smirk on his face. Sarec stood up and folded his arms, chuckling all the while.

Ryketian - ''Sarec... what the hell did you just let him do?'' Sarec - Show you how deep in kranndung you are for pissing off the son of Tyraz Breek.

Kezoreg proceeded to slap the Rytekian again, however this time his entire cheek was ripped away. He flinched to the side and Sarec used his powers to stop him from reaching his hand out. His jaw now partially dangled from his head.

Kezoreg - Hey loser, you ever been booped on the head before? Ryketian - ''Obviously. But not by some snot-nozed kid'' Kezoreg - Well, boop!

He lifts his hand and slammed it down into the Rytekian's forehead, getting blood everywhere as he left a raw orange mark. The inquisitor was now crying in pain. He struggled to wrestle himself free with Kezoreg on his chest and Sarec pinning his arms to the floor.

Sarec - Had enough?'' Kezoreg - Yeah, I don't wanna play with this LOSER anymore Ryketian - *blubbers* ''You airheaded piece of shit... I-i'll see you g-get your tail handed to you on a platter...'' Kezoreg - Did I say you could speak, bitch? Ryketian - S-Screw you...

Kezoreg climbed off him and chuckled, kicking him in the side of the head as he stood up. The Ryketian was too much in pain to respond and lay on the floor quietly sobbing.

Sarec - ''Y'know... I could always turn him into a toy for you...'' Kezoreg - Nah, if he was a toy he'd look like a piece of shyrak. Sarec - ''Then I can take things from here. Have sweet dreams kid.'' Kezoreg - Thanks uncle Sarec!

Sarec pulled the Ryketian off the flor. THe gas had corrodied his flesh and Kezoreg cringed at the sight of the inquisitor's body. Sarec chuckled and teleported away in a white light, he materialised in front of Tyraz and threw the body onto the floor. Tyraz looks at the body and growled angrily.

The Three-Eyed
A squad of Sorority soldiers, new by the looks of things as they have not received a powered suit, were keeping watch of one of the main Shidium cores of the ship as it burned brightly, supplying the ship with energy. They were armed with combat knives and assault rifles, as well as being led by a new sergeant, affectionately known as Konoweta. In her squad of soldiers were two of her younger sisters, Taisi and Akira, although she treated the other members of her squad as family as well. Konoweta loved her squad as a family, willing to die for them if the situation called for it.

Konoweta - Gah, why do we have to be put in charge of this area? Akira - ''This is boring! I want a little excitement!'' Konoweta - ''Hmph, Mistress wanted us positioned here because she wanted to give us a little 'combat experience'. I don't see how this is experience! This is babysitting a ball of energy!''

Two red eyes appeared in the shadows, watching them closely. Konoweta rested against the wall as she held her assault rifle, she wasn't very focussed on her job at this moment in time, neither were the members of her squad, despite their assignment to protect the Shidium core.

Taisi - You know, Sergeant, we could always leave this post and go to the combat practice area. Konoweta - ''Are you joking? Mistress will have my head!''

The new soldiers seemed inexperienced and distracted, not noticing the pair of red eyes in the shadows. The soldiers were open and vulnerable, too caught up with being bored to notice. Taisi and Akira were standing, albeit not very readily, while the other members of the squad, Kothachi, Jinkani and Quca, were slouching around the core. Suddenly, from the shadows, a tall, dark purple Zazane appeared, silently approaching the soldiers from behind. His skin was amphibian-like and his eyes were a blazing red. The squad didn't seem to notice him however.

Konoweta - ''Sometimes I wonder why I even joined the Dark Sorority. I wanted a life of excitement but all we have here is just...well, sometimes I think we're being played for fools.'' Jinkani - ''Hey sis, don't be sad about it. We're just new recruits, after all.'' Sergeant - I guess...

Konoweta sighs and spreads her arms, stretching a little bit.

Konoweta - I just wish there was a little more death and bloodshed around here! ??? - If that is your wish.

The Sergeant's eyes widened for a moment before turning round, her gun primed and ready to fire. The purple Zazane drew two long Zazane blades and stabbed them through the backs of Akira and Taisi, their guts and blood flying all over the walls and floor. The two were killed almost instantly.

Konoweta - ''Akira! Taisi! ''

Konoweta fired her rifle at the purple Zazane as the rest of her squad did so as well. Konoweta felt anger inside of her, this stranger had just killed her two real sisters in an instant. The purple Zazane endured the shots, feeling no pain. He grabbed another soldier, Kothachi, and threw her at Quca with such force that both died as they crashed into a wall, tehir bodies exploding violently, blood flying all over him, Konoweta and Jinkani.

??? - Hm, I don't like killing women...but you're in my path, so there's nothing I can do. Sergeant - ''Sisters! ''

Konoweta looked at the bloody mess and gasped, visible upset upon her face as she shook and shivered. She slowly looked back at the purple Zazane, snarling and growling aggressively.

Konoweta - Who the hell are you?!

Jinkani drew her large combat knife out and lunged at the purple Zazane, roaring loudly as she approached him through the air.

??? - ''Me? I'm a man with a mission.''

A long, spiked tentacle emerged from the man's back and flew over his shoulder, ripping into Jinkani's chest violently. Blood and sinew leaked out of the wound at a fast pace, no signs of letting up as her flesh died around the wound.

Jinkani - I...Urgh, ahhh!

Konoweta's eyes widened as she saw the tentacle stab through the last member of her squad. She kept her gun close but forgot to reload, too shocked to realize she was out of ammo. The Zazane let Jinkani off his tentacle, letting her lifeless corpse fall to the floor. He then looked to Konoweta and tackled her before smacking his fist across her face several times until she was unconscious from the attacks.

??? - Shut your mouth.

Konoweta was knocked out cold. Outside this area were more soldiers, unaware of the presence of the purple Zazane. The squad he had just killed had forgot to contact the other soldiers to alert them of his presence. However, they were more experienced and equipped with powered suits, although they would still be no match for the Zazane. The Zazane approached them, glowing in bright purple as a strange power materialised in his hands, something similar yet alien. The soldiers barely just noticed the purple Zazane and turned to fire, a lot faster than Konoweta and her soldiers as their reflexes were enhanced by the suits they were wearing.

??? - Tell me where your leader is and I won't turn you all into flaming skeletons. Soldier - Why should we, intruder?! ??? - I just said why...but you lack self-preservation then go ahead and try to stop me.

The soldiers looked to each other, before one of them carefully and quietly spoke into her communicator, hoping to get some advice on what to do in this situation.

Soldier - Mistress, there's a purple Zazane here who's looking for you...What should we do...?

There was no response, and the soldiers eventually began to fire on the purple Zazane, while others pulled out their combat knives and twirled through the air towards him, their acrobatic abilities rather impressive. However, the purple Zazane simply blasted the jumping soldiers with the energy he had gathered, which pierced through their armor and sent them flying. He then charged more of his power and fired at the gunning soldiers as well. The gunning soldiers kept on firing before being blasted away with his energy. One of the knife-wielding soldiers was barely conscious after being blasted, she lay down on the floor bleeding from her crest, mouth and nostrils.

??? - You brought this upon yourselves.

The soldier coughed weakly and struggled to sit up, she knew she was dying very quickly from blood loss.

Soldier - Urgh...b-bastard...

The Zazane ignored the soldier and moved on. The purple warrior walked into several empty corridors and hallways, it was obvious the Sorority soldiers have been removed from these areas. This gave him a clear route to the corridor that led to the navigation room, which if he knew his stuff right, would contain the throne where the commanding captain resides. Outside of the entrance were two masked, elite Zazane soldiers, armed with long blades and sniper rifles. They two wore the powered suits.

??? - Tell me where your leader is.

One of the soldiers slowly looked up at the Zazane and drew her long blade, her eyes glowing as she stared at him.

Elite - Identification. ??? - ''A man with a mission. Tell me where your leader is or you'll suffer the same fate your "sisters" did.''

The two soldiers looked to each other for a second before looking back at the purple Zazane.

Elite - What mission would this be? ??? - ''You are keeping...someone...in here. My master has sent me to take this person to him.''

At that, one soldier aimed her sniper rifle, while the other swung her blade in several directions, before leaping at the purple Zazane.

??? - Am I really this bad at diplomacy, or are you just stubborn?

The purple Zazane was engulfed in a black fog and blasted both soldiers away with his energy. The elite soldiers were blasted into the navigation room, allowing entrance for the purple Zazane. He entered the room and looked around. There were navigators and pilots to the right side of the room, while to his left was Lichiatt's throne, however the person sitting on the throne wasn't Lichiatt; it was a rather nervous Metami. She was being guarded by another squad of elite soldiers.

??? - Which one of you is the leader?

Metami raised her hand and gulped as he asked, shivering a little.

Metami - I-I am...I-I am the leader of this o-operation... ??? - ''Hm...You don't look like the description I was given. And you don't look particularly intimidating either.'' Metami - ''H-Hey! T-There's a reason I have guards!'' ??? - ''Hmpf. I'm here to talk to your leader. She either shows herself or I'll be forced to make a mess out of this room.''

Suddenly, the purple Zazane was caught by surprise as a strong kick was delivered against his chest, sending him back by a few metres. The real leader, Lichiatt, appeared out of nowhere, as if she had been hiding. Her speed and strength were greatly enhanced with the use of her powered suit which was attached to her spine.

Lichiatt - Who the hell are you and what are you doing aboard my ship?!

The Zazane felt little pain from the kick, and looked at Lichiatt with a smile.

??? - ''Finally you show up. I've been looking for you.'' Lichiatt - ''I won't ask again. Who. Are. You?'' ??? - ''Well, well, ain't you a moody one. My name is Tagutan.''

Lichiatt looked at the purple Zazane and smiled, relaxing herself. Metami watched the two of them from the throne, mostly looking at Tagutan.

Lichiatt - ''Tagutan? Name's Lichiatt Xarane. But you can simply call me "Mistress".'' Tagutan - ''Pleased to meet you, "mistress". I am here to negotiate.'' Lichiatt - If it's a date you want, I'm on duty.

Tagutan chuckled for a few seconds.

Tagutan - ''No, that's not it. I'm on duty as well...'' Lichiatt - ''Is that so? You invade my ship against my knowledge and kill my sisters just to negotiate?'' Tagutan - Well, they got in my way...I had to get rid of them. Lichiatt - ''I don't take kindly to people killing my women, Tagutan. Especially since they are the only family I have.'' Tagutan - Well, you should feel happy you have any family at all.

Lichiatt approached Tagutan, though she didn't look so hostile as before. She still had a smile on her face.

Lichiatt - What did you come here for, male? Tagutan - You are keeping someone prisoner in this ship and my master wishes this person free. Lichiatt - I have no idea what you're talking about. Tagutan - ''The Pseudomorph Zazane one...what is her name again? Kaldecia? Dalkecia?...Kalcedia, I think that's it.'' Lichiatt - ''Hmph. What does your master want with her? I hear she's a prostitute, or a stripper.'' Tagutan - ''I don't know why he wants her, nor it interests me. But he has sent me to take her to him.'' Lichiatt - ''Ugh, fine, I guess I'll take you to her now. There doesn't seem to be any stopping you, male.''

Lichiatt grunted and turned away from Tagutan, approaching an elevator at the back of the room as Metami also joined her. Metami looked over at Tagutan as he followed her. Tagutan smiled and looked at Lichiatt with a rather twisted smile.

Tagutan - Well, it's either ending this peacefully...

Tagutan's eye slowly opened. It glowed with an intense, demonic light, blinding Metami and other members of the crew.

Tagutan - ...or I'd be forced to destroy this ship and all of its crew.

Lichiatt looked towards Tagutan and pulled her hand over her eyes, blinded by the demonic light coming from his eye.

Lichiatt - ''Alright! Just put the flashlight away! Geez!''

Tagutan laughed quietly and closed his third eye. Metami kept looking at Tagutan and she blushed a little after regaining her sight.

Metami - He looks strong...

Tagutan looked at Metami with a raised eyebrow. Metami's eyes widened and she turned away, mumbling to herself. Tagutan smiled slighty and kept following them. Lichiatt pressed a few buttons on a holo-screen that appeared in front of the elevator. The elevator doors opened and was big enough for at least two people. Though Tagutan would take up a little more room as he was male and was larger. They all got in but were all forced to breath in once Tagutan stepped inside. The elevator began to descend downwards, towards the prison level.

Lichiatt - Well, looks like things are going to be getting a little cosy...Ugh. Tagutan - Excuse me for taking so much room but this power enhanced my body a little... Lichiatt - It's fine...Please tell me that's your hand by my side. Tagutan - It is, don't you worry. Lichiatt - Good, I don't need none of that onboard my ship.

The elevator opened its doors on bottom deck. There was a long row of cells, with energy barriers sealing the prisoners off. Most of the prisoners were near-naked Zazane females, with the traitor mark branded upon their chests. Tagutan looked at them with an air of indifference, as if not disturbed by this. Metami never got used to seeing this and walked close to Lichiatt.

Tagutan - Where is she? Lichiatt - End of the corridor.

Lichiatt walked across the row of cells with a steady pace. The prisoners were growling and roaring angrily, all nearly naked, aside from the prisoner at the end of the row; she retained her amour. Kalcedia Myran, a member of UNOC and known prostitute and stripper throughout UNO.

Tagutan - So this is Kalcedia? Lichiatt - ''Yes. We kept her armour on because she is deflowered and her body is reserved for just the lowliest of scum.'' Tagutan - Well, I'll be taking her away now.

Kalcedia quickly looked up at them both and snarled angrily, her eyes darting about.

Kalcedia - Don't talk about me like I'm an object! Lichiatt - Then don't treat yourself like one then! Kalcedia - Bitch! Lichiatt - Whore! Tagutan - Ladies, please... Kalcedia - ''Calling me a whore? You stole somebody I fancied!'' Lichiatt - ''He was always mine! You came along and got rid of my chances!'' Tagutan - Ladies...? Kalcedia - ''Hmph! Well tell me this, Lichiatt! Where is he now?!''

Lichiatt stayed silent and looked away.

Lichiatt - ...I can't tell you that.

Tagutan engulfed himself in purple fire and let out a roar. The two females looked at Tagutan and backed away with some fear.

Tagutan - Open the cell before I tear it open with my claws.

Lichiatt nodded and pressed a few buttons on a holo-panel. The energy barrier deactivated and Kalcedia stood up. She walked out of the cell and grabbed her rifle, as she was allowed to have it inside her cell due to the fact it wouldn't have any use anyway.

Kalcedia - Who are you, male?

The purple fire around Tagutan went out and his expression changed back to the usual indifferent look.

Tagutan - I'm someone sent to get you out of here. Lichiatt - ''His name's Tagutan. His "master" requires your services, wench.'' Kalcedia - Hmph, and who is your master? Tagutan - ''Maybe you know of him. He's known as Crispy.''

Lichiatt's jaw opened and she stared at Tagutan with utter shock. Kalcedia remained indifferent for the most part, but she was interested in what Tagutan's motives were, especially if they involved the man she was looking for.

Kalcedia - Hmph, one of his agents-- Lichiatt - You bastard!

Lichiatt collapsed to her knees on the ground, an expression of disgust on her face before she began to sniffle and cry, her hands coming to her face. Metami wouldn't dare approach her in this state, she knew that Lichiatt would often get aggressive in this mood.

Tagutan - Huh. Lichiatt - Why...Why does he want her...It took so long for me to find him again and he wants HER?! Kalcedia - What are you talking about, bitch?! Lichiatt - After graduation...w-we worked in the same service...But then he disappeared...I missed him so much and then...sometime in the last few years, he came back...He was different but he was...the same... Kalcedia - Tagutan...Take me away.

Tagutan grabbed one of Kalcedia's shoulders.

Kalcedia - Careful where you're putting your hands. Tagutan - ''Well, we'll be going our way now. ''

Tagutan looked towards Metami's direction and smiled at her.

Tagutan - Maybe we'll cross paths again in the future.

Metami blushed again and looked away, mumbling to herself some more. Lichiatt stayed on the floor, sobbing as tears flooded from her eyes. Kalcedia spat at her direction and before looking back at Tagutan. Both Tagutan and Kalcedia were engulfed in a black fog for several seconds, and as soon as it dissipated, both of them were gone.

Working with Traitors
Through his agents, Crispy had discovred codes to an enclave that belonged to House Khaxvis. Realising the potential resources that House Khaxvis could provice, Crispy set a course. Upon arrival the desert world appeared barren and lifeless. No signals could be detected coming back as he dispatched a transmission. However as he flew down to the surface his shuttle was shot down. He manged to survive as the shutle crashed in the desert. As he blacked out from his injuries he saw two droids approach his shuttle.

He woke up soem tiem later with bandages on his body and was being pushed forward by armed guards into an elaborate great hall. Red-scaled Draconis looked on as he was pushed through the elaborate hallways and into the great hall.

Crispy - ''Urgh...what is this...? The architecture reminds me of...Imperial design.'' Guard - Quiet, spy.

Sitting on a large chair was a Khaxvis. Her dark scales and agressive posture implied she was one of Volkarus' Blessed Few. There was not much information on them but what set them apart was their talent with Descentsion energies. As Crispy closed in on the throne the woman straightened herself and smiled as Crispy was thrown to his knees.

Guard - ''This Zazane was caught trying to land outside. He reeks of the Brood.'' Blessed One - ''He's not with the Brood. But i sense hatred on his mind.'' Crispy - ''Urgh...Your assumptions are wrong. I am not with Tyraz's Brood. The Brood are my people, but Tyraz is not...I am a political enemy.''

The woman stood up and glared down at him.

One - ''You display disdain for Tyraz. Just as we do.'' Crispy - ''Who are you? Your scent is not of other Draconis...'' Oreleva - ''I am Oreleva Khaxvis. One of Volkarus's chosen.'' Crispy - ''Khaxvis? Volkarus' Chosen? I wouldn't have thought you were Khaxvis at first glance.'' Oreleva - That is bcause of the blessings Lord Volkarus bestowed upon me before he died at that scum's hands. Crispy - You think immortality is a gift? Oreleva - His blessings are more than immortality.

She chuckled as she clenched her fist and Crispy was thrown to the base of her throne as she looekd down at him. Crispy grunted as he fell and looked up at her with a smile on his face.

Crispy - Well, aren't you a pretty face. Oreleva - Impressed? Crispy - ''I can see why Volkarus would've made you his Chosen. But true immortality is only in legacy, and thus far your legacy is that of traitors and vermin, which is a shame.''

Oreleva scoffed as she clenched her fist. Crispy could feel pressure on his chest as dark energy coalesced inside which slowly hurt him.

Orelava - ''You consider me... vermin?'' Crispy - ''Oh, I never said I consider you vermin. But the rest of the galaxy does, unfortunately. It really is a shame, I wouldn't have imagined a pretty-looking woman such as yourself being labelled vermin.''

At that, the pressure lifted and Cryspy could breathe more freely. One of the guards stod in front of him rather sternly as Oreleva sat back down.

Oreleva - Smart. Guard - Why exactly did you come! Crispy - ''I came here with news. The Imperium is entering a time of change. House Ultanos is in trouble for its naive nature that allowed Tyraz to influence it.'' Oreleva - ''So the Imperium has finally seen sense. I think our time is on it's way, brothers.'' Crispy - ''I am hoping to bring about a time of unity and harmony for Andromeda. I don't suppose you have heard of the "Golden Movement"?'' Oreleva - ''I've heard. A little insurrection in the Brood of War.'' Crispy - ''Well, I happen to be the leader of the Insurrection. I'm Crispy.''

Oreleva stood up once again, she walked around him and inspected Crispy thoroughly. He could feel her gently brushing har hand over his shoulders and near his cheek.

Oreleva - ''You do have charisma. But surely an insurrectionist leader would not risk his life simply to bring us news our agents would discover anyway.'' Crispy - It is not the only reason why I am here.

Oreleva - Gently touches hsi wing as she passes back towards her throne. He could feel a slight increase i nheat as she does so* Go on... Crispy - ''Well, I'd rather talk without being interrupted. May we speak in private?'' Oreleva - Fine.

She waved her hand and the guards who promptly left the room. Crispy smiled and looked at Oreleva

Crispy - ''I see a connection between us. Oreleva - ''We both seek change and improvement? Crispy - ''Our hatred. Our deep hatred for Tyraz, for the things he has done. He has betrayed and helped contribute to exterminating your people, he has wasted many Zazane lives in pointless bloodshed. I guess we both seek to change the galaxy to our own liking, a galaxy without Tyraz and his...vile ways.'' Oreleva - You seek an alliance with House Khaxvis? Crispy - ''I am no tyrant, I aim to protect my people. I aim to keep my people from danger. And amongst my people, many lesser races and empires. I seek more than an alliance, but I guess it would suffice...''

Crispy sighsed and looked away from her a saddened expression on his face. He hoped for sympathy but Oreleva simply folded her arms with indifference.

Oreleva - What else are you looking for then?'' Crispy - My family, they died fighting a war for his brother, Moxix. The man who led the undead armies against the galaxy after his death. Since then, I have had nobody to really connect with, to share my feelings with. I feel so lonely, despite my followers.'' Oreleva - And you want me to care?'' Crispy - I don't expect you to care, but it is what I really desire. An alliance with the Khaxvis, it is like an alliance with close friends. Our anger and hatred burns in our very breasts, we both disagree with our former leaders. We only seek improvement and change, yet our leaders attempt to kill us for it.'' Oreleva - You speak of the Imperium, Yes. We did hear of a growing amount of unrest within the halls of the nobility.'' Crispy - And you want to know why?'' Oreleva - Very well.'' Crispy - Because I have opened the eyes of their Praetors. They were blind to the corruption that reeks from Ultanos, gathered by their exposure to Tyraz's influence, but now they see everything.'' Oreleva - And now they hate both for it. You are crafty.'' Crispy - Hehe, well, I think it's time Khaxvis was forgiven. It's a time for unity and peace, and with Ultanos soon to be exposed for their naive nature, it could allow a chance for the Khaxvis to integrate back into the shelter of the Imperium if you so desire.'' Oreleva - You are an idealist, I do like that. Perhaps there may be a place of acceptance for you.'' Crispy - All I ask is a legion or so to support my cause. I shall supply them with the highest-grade weaponry the Insurrection has to offer, if they ever need to use it. That and they would be the first of your House to receive appropriate shelter and the highest living quality.''

Oreleva rubbed her jaw with a creeping smiled growing on her face. Cripsy's prmises sounded perfect, especially with the state of diarray the Resurgence had been under since the death of Volkarus.

Oreleva - *she rubbed her jaw with a smile* Interesting offer. I could accept that.'' Crispy - ''Of course, your enclave, in fact this very planet, can be uplifted in living quality. I can grant you technology, shelter, weapons, anything you would desire once I am in power.'' Oreleva - Tempting, even if this place already allows us to live like the royalty e deserve to be. Crispy - Of course, you do deserve to live like royalty, a fine, powerful woman like yourself.

A deep voice came from the shadows as the two of them talked, which brought Crispy's attention.

??? - As long as my project is undisturbed, I do not see why this oen cannot he aided.

Crispy sniffed the air and he twitched a little before he looked to the shadows to see a Zazane of monstrous stature step out of the shadows and smiled at Crispy, standing tall over him.

Crispy - Pyrak... Pyrak - I was told we had a Zazane visitor. Crispy - ''Pyrak, news had spread across the Brood of your defection. You look...different.'' Pyrak - ''Something my lord Volkarus gave me before his end. I feel different: Better, tougher, stronger!'' Crispy - ''You remind me of a Niddan Ho. An attempt at perfection.'' Pyrak - ''My lord promised all Zazane under his wing this gift, sadly it never came true before he was reduced ot nothing by... Tyraz. Oreleva - ''Pyrak came to me shortly after the news of Volkarus' demise. He's been busy on a 'project'.'' Pyrak - All i ndue time, my lady, all will be revealed in due time. Crispy - ''Is that so? To withold information from this beautfiul Khaxvis specimen? Volkarus really loved his followers and people, I admire people like that.'' Pyrak - ''I was given a holy task. Information will be kept on an essential basis. All my lady here needs to know is that no-one is to enter the lower levels.'' Crispy - And how do you know I won't be of assistance? Oreleva - He keeps to himself most of the time. Pyrak - As long as I have ample food and mineral supplies I do not need much assistance. Crispy - ''Very well. I would be returning home, but my ship was shot down.'' Oreleva - ''We can provide you with a new one. Take your leave, we are done here.'' Crispy - ''I am grateful for your assistance to the Movement. May you live long and prosper.''

Oreleva watched carefully as Crispy walkedo ut of the chamber, tailed by an escort. He wasindeed given transportation back to his ship which promptly left the system.

The Confusion
Crispy had now returned upon the Orochi, within his own territory. He sat calmly on his throne in the navigation room, smiling at his success to gain alliance with the Khaxvis faction of Draconis as well as his discovery of the infamous Pyrak Yannor, a traitor well-known throughout the Brood for his assistance to the late Volkarus Khaxvis of the Khaxvis Resurgence, an insurrection that Tyraz Breek had tried so hard to put down. To find Khaxvis still alive as well as thriving on some planets would dirty Tyraz's image, he could use this as a means to show Tyraz's incompetence. However, Crispy was soon interrupted by a soldier who made his way into the navigation room.

Soldier - Ahem, Lord Crispy, sir. Crispy - ''What is it, recruit?  Soldier - The Mahatala has retrieved a Kalcedia Myran from the Dark Sorority.''

Crispy narrowed his eyes and smiled. He stood up slowly, still retaining composure. He turned and walked past the soldier, before looking to him for a moment.

Crispy - ''Thank you for informing me, recruit. You shall be put in for a promotion at some point later today.''

Crispy looked back and continued to walk. The corridors and halls of the Orochi were decorated with Insurrectionist symbols and patterns, detailing events which have led up to the formation of the Insurrection and the challenges it has faced before its success. Crispy was headed towards the interrogation room onboard the Orochi, where he knew Kalcedia would be kept. It was the most likely place his lieutenant, the Mahatala, otherwise known as Tagutan, would be keeping her. Crispy knew how Tagutan would like to get things done quickly. Crispy could've easily taken a teleporter but he enjoyed walking across his ship. Designed by him, weaponized by him. This really was something of his own imagination, brought to life. Years of planning, years of speeches and influence, all of it had paid off. The Insurrection was shaped into his image, his dream was becoming realized and influenced many more people than he would've first imagined. His purpose in life was at last being fulfilled.

After several minutes, he approached the interrogation room. Inside, Tagutan stood beside Kalcedia, who was being restrained by electrical straps which kept her against a wall. Crispy stepped inside and looked upon Kalcedia. She was stripped of nearly all armour, with only a chest plate and underwear remaining. She wasn't resisting or struggling, instead she was perfectly still. No point in trying to struggle in this situation, especially since Tagutan was here. He would be openly hostile to any forms of struggle. Kalcedia looked up and saw Crispy enter the room. She couldn't take her eyes off him. He looked like the boy from her visions, except older with mechanical implants. Crispy smiled as he looked upon her, and took a few steps forward. Kalcedia also smiled. At that moment, another vision began, merging with what was actually happening. She imagined the black Zazane walking up close to her, with the two of them smiling happily. However, Crispy outstretched his claws and grunted as he rammed his hand into Kalcedia's torso. She let out an agonized shriek as her vision shattered, returning to normal. Her flesh was like liquid as he penetrated it. He kept his hand inside of her torso for a few moments, searching around, before eventually pulling his hand out, along with Sinidaarl, her impressive sniper rifle. She had hid it within herself, probably to use it to escape at some point later on. Crispy chuckled and threw the rifle aside, looking up at the restrained Kalcedia with a grin.

Crispy - So, this is what became of the great Kalcedia Myran. Kalcedia - Urgh...argh...Shyrak-eating scumbag... Crispy - ''Aww, that's not very nice.  Kalcedia - I guess...you're the one they call Crispy...''

Kalcedia grunted weakly as the hole in her torso began to heal up. Crispy watched as it did and he chuckled, observing closely.

Crispy - Where did you get this power...? Kalcedia - ''I was born with it, asshole! And its not a power, its more...chemistry.'' Crispy - Strange...I don't remember you having this...

He spoke as if he had known Kalcedia from before, yet Kalcedia knew she had never met this man beforehand. Although somehow, she felt...familiar around him. As if she really had known him before.

Kalcedia - How the hell do you know me...? Crispy - ''Do not act stupid, Kalcedia, please. We were childhood sweethearts.'' Kalcedia - Urgh, no! We weren't! I never HAD a childhood!

Crispy remained silent for a moment. He was confused. He swore he knew this woman, and yet, she claims never to have met him, despite coming to look for him and knowing of his existence. He sighed, he didn't know what to do. However, he would carry on his investigation nonetheless. Tagutan looked less than impressed with Kalcedia, a casual frown worn upon his three-eyed face.

Crispy - Okay...Who are you? Kalcedia - ...Kalcedia Myran. Crispy - What is your profession? Kalcedia - I cannot tell you that information. Crispy - ''I don't think you are in any position to tell me what is and what isn't classified.  Kalcedia - What makes you say that?'' Crispy - ''You are restrained, against my wall. Without your sniper rifle, with one of my most powerful lieutenants standing beside you, ready to blast into into non-existence if you even struggle.'' Kalcedia - And you're standing before one of the greatest snipers in the entire Universe! Crispy - ''Yes, but without her weapon. I assume you are some...mercenary.'' Kalcedia - ''Hmph, mercenary? You have me all wrong.'' Crispy - Then tell me, what is your profession? Kalcedia - Like I said, I shall not reveal anything to you.

Crispy simply chuckled and looked away from her. He folded his arms and sighed, staring at the door. Kalcedia was still confused, how did she know this man? And how did he know her? She never had a childhood, she could never have met Crispy before this interrogation. Tagutan merely stood there with his arms folded, not willing to interrupt the conversation between the two. The tension was great in the room, as was the silence. Kalcedia's body had healed up completely by now, although she could still feel the pain and she was still feeling weak. She attempted moving her arm, but was met with an intense electrical shock which moved all throughout her body. Crispy turned back to look at her, as if disappointed.

Crispy - ''Lieutenant Tagutan, keep watch over this girl.  Tagutan - Affirmative, sir.''

Crispy nodded and left the room. Tagutan was left standing next to Kalcedia, for how long he wouldn't know. Crispy was confused, he wanted to know for certain who this girl was. He was certain he knew her from before, in fact this was why he hired her before. He hired her on the belief she was the same girl he had known at some point before the Insurrection's existence. She denied knowing of him from her past, yet he himself remembered the name and appearance from an event beforehand. If she wasn't who he thought she was, who was she? And what could he do now, aside from attempt to destroy her in order to rid proof of his involvement in framing Tyraz for the TIAF-Insurrection incident. He didn't want to end this girl's life, he felt too attached. He then lifted his head as he thought for a moment.

Crispy - ...Amnesia...

The Orochi approached a rather tropical planet. On its surface, an impressive city-sized base. Floating vehicles dashed through the air, carrying military and science personnel. This planet had a great variety of lifeforms inhabiting it, with the level of urbanization on the planet kept to a minimum in order not to disturb the natural ecosystem of the planet. There was something on this planet that Crispy had been keeping a secret exclusive to here up until now. He was conducting advanced research here, research vital to his success in the future.

The Temptress' Dog
The daughter of the current Tyrant of the, Medusa Heimdall, was returning towards home after visiting the planet of Alcanti for a tribunal with the Paragon regarding a rogue faction split from the Tyranny, known as the Pariahs, consisting entirely of Drakodominatus. She was joined by her lover and genetic match,, the strongest and most skilled Dominatus in the history of the Tyranny. They planned to return home to Invictus, the Tyranny's main colony in Andromeda, when she had received an encrypted message from the Insurrection, probably from Crispy himself. Upon receiving his message, the Kraken MK2, a 30km monster ship, changed its course towards the planet that Crispy had ordered her to. Medusa herself kept quiet, a smirk on her face, as she plotted how to embarass Crispy and avenge herself for what he did to her back on Invictus.

The planet he was waiting for her on was a rather exotic planet covered by rainforests and exotic wildlife. Jahurmon, on the edge of Crispy's territory. It supported a city-size base, with many military and science personnel. The planet appeared to also support plenty of water and atmospheric stability, a perfect planet to set up a base. The ship stopped upon its approach.

Kraken AI - Requesting permission to land. Ground Control - Please state identity and business. Kraken AI - Medusa Heimdall, Crispy has requested my presence. Ground Control - Permission granted.

Medusa and Angrus entered a personal shuttle and landed on the ground, surrounded by the alien flora and fauna. The air was rather exotic and fresh, while the flora was currently curled up to protect itself from the falling rain at the moment. The fauna were roaming around freely, not bothered. The two of them merely awaited Crispy's appearance or further directions in order to see him. However, Crispy was soon seen approaching them on a small, one-person vehicle that hovered off the ground. He looked up at Medusa and Angrus, and chuckled upon seeing them.

Crispy -'' Huh, welcome to Jahurmon! I'll admit Medusa, it's nicer seeing you in the daytime.'' Angrus - Crispy of the Golden Movement, what business requires the attention of Medusa? Crispy - You must be the missus. Angrus - By that logic, perhaps you are my dog. Crispy - Funny, I thought that was Medusa. Angrus - Her stories of your wit are true, it is a pleasure to meet you Crispy. Crispy - ''Well, come inside! I heard the weather turns ugly in moments out here.''

They followed Crispy as he drove back towards the interior of the base. He wasn't going so fast as to lose them, the speed he was going at was enough for them to keep up with him easily. As they walked inside, all three could see many Zazane and other aliens walking around, wearing fancy scientist outfits or military uniform. Medusa and Angrus noticed this almost immediately and contempleted whether or not Crispy was planning a military buildup.

Crispy - ''As you can see here, Jahurmon is a science base. We hope to discover what uses the fauna and flora here can have if we start constructing planetoids or colonizing inhospitable worlds. Military personnel are here to warn off dangerous wildlife.'' Medusa - I see, why was i called here? Crispy - I was hoping to discuss the possibility of Zazane within the Tyranny's borders. Medusa - What would the reasoning behind this, why would you want that? Crispy - ''You know, Medusa, it helps if you use your brain a little. Expansion and boosting of relations between us, obviously.'' Medusa - ''Perhaps, however if you had done your research, you should have known that there are very little if any Dominatus on planets. Most Dominatus are on military campaigns or assigned to research, so do you just want these Zazane to converse with slaves?'' Crispy - ''What if your slaves rebel? Who is going to help you if your Dominatus are away?'' Medusa - We are gradually phasing them out for robots, however I do believe that if you are willing to do this for some Andromeda territories, it would be beneficial. Angrus - Tell me, the research you are doing on this world includes biological research in tandem with geological research, correct? Crispy - ''Why yes. Flora will be required for oxygenating atmospheres, fauna for potential biological research. We like to keep an index of aliens and species.'' Medusa - Angrus, is this for your Belphegor? Angrus - Yes Dear, why else would we need biotechnological research? Crispy - Ooh Medusa, you never told me you had a child. Medusa - If you are so interested in seeing this child, perhaps you would want it brought down? Crispy - ''I was referring to your young looking mate here. He looks younger than you...but tell me, what is this "Belphegor"?'' Angrus - We are of exactly the same age, and we were born on almost exactly the same minute.

At that, the Belphegor was teleported to the surface, the massive war steed of four legs, a perverse combination of flesh and steel. The Belphegor knocked Crispy to the ground and used a high strength metal tongue to start licking Crispy, almost affectionately. Crispy chuckled as it licked him and petted the creature gently as it licked him. Crispy had experience with large beasts before, the best idea was not to panic around them. In fact, he enjoyed the company of larger animals.

Crispy - It looks like something thatw would've come from Medusa's womb. Angrus - It comes from the womb of Demogorgon Prime itself, now back to your previous point, perhaps you could give us the data gathered on this planet with reference to biology, and in return we will allow you to settle in some of our Andromeda worlds. Crispy - ''What, just data? No weaponry, no technology? Medusa, it seems your mate is too easily led.'' Medusa - ''Which is why I negotiate, and why he kills, you did not expect this to be so easy Crispy. This was assuming that you knew me well enough to know that I would ask for more Shidium technology.'' Crispy - ''Of course. I was about to enter a state of shock if that was really all you wanted.'' Medusa - I would also like to ask if you are to use my Dominatus in any military operations soon, it seems that you are planning an offensive. Crispy - ''Ah yes, well, now that I have the Borealis Zazane on my side, I can afford to attack Tyraz's loyalists. But not of yet. After all, I am still gaining new followers.'' Medusa - ''I see, is there anything else we should talk about? I will make arrangements for Insurrection Zazane to live in designated places in Tyranny colonies in Andromeda.'' Crispy - Well, I was wondering if you would allow me to have some of your technology in exchange. Medusa - Elaborate, which technology do you want? Crispy - ''Military. Ground and ship.'' Medusa - ''The problem with ground technology is that most of our weapons are designed for Dominatus, however we would be able to make powered armor for your more elite soldiers that would give them very versatile functionality. We are not up to arming the entirety of your ground forces, however if you have a select core of elite troops, we would be able to arm them. Do you have such a group?'' Crispy - Well, there is one group... Medusa - Elaborate. Crispy - The Bastard Unit. Medusa - Tell me more about these warriors.'' Crispy - ''They are strong, yet unstable, killers. Not soldiers, not warriors, but killers. Murderers. Brutal sociopaths that take pleasure in causing bloodshed. In fact...I have one of their unit here.'' Medusa - Bring him here Crispy - You think...that would be wise? Angrus - If anything bad happens, I'm here. Crispy - ''Fine. ''

Crispy speaks into a communicator on his wrist.

Crispy - Bring down...Cairntwister.

Cairntwister
At that, an elevator in the distance began to make a sound. It was a large elevator, with the doors fitted for a people larger than the average Zazane. This elevator was built exclusively for an individual, not for public use, as stated by a sign next to it. Crispy looked to the elevator slowly and smiled, bearing his sharp teeth.

Crispy - He shall be here any minute now...

The doors opened following a loud "ping" sound. The individual that stepped out was taller than the average Zazane. He was muscular and scarred across the body, he wore armour across a majority of his torso though. He looked like some form of bizarre Kicath-Zazane hybrid, yet it didn't seem natural in any sense of the word, more like he had mutated to become the way he has. Crispy smiled as he saw him while Angrus chuckled.

Angrus - Entertaining. Crispy - Cairntwister, meet Medusa and Angrus.

Cairntwister stood next to Crispy silently, giving a deep glare at the two Dominatus. Just by the glare he was giving off, Zazane and aliens alike steered clear of him.

Angrus - Show me exactly how "unstable" this man is. Crispy - ''I would rather not. His records, however...In fact, it shall be easier to show you by a recording.'' Angrus - Please do.

Crispy petted the Belphegor one last time before walking away from it. Cairntwister followed suite, as did Medusa and Angrus who stayed just a little distance away from Cairntwister.

Crispy - You will need to join me in my office.

A little while later, they were all in Crispy's office, which was surrounded by banners of the Golden Movement. Yellow flags with a black symbol upon them that said "Freedom" when translated. Many Zazane were working at holo-screen computers and in the centre of the office was a large platform equipped with holo-technology. The room itself was dark, lit up by the lights from the holo-screens and other pieces of technology.

Angrus - Show me the demonstration.

The platform began to play a holo-video. On the recording, it showed Cairntwister facing off against a Koda, one of the Brood's most dangerous animals and a highly respected beast in Zazane culture. The Koda itself roared viciously at Cairntwister who merely circled the beast while snarling.

Crispy - ''Here, we have Cairntwister against a Koda, a large, ferocious beast with scales made of Shidium. A beast so deadly, the Brood uses them in their colosseums.''

On the video, Cairntwister proceeded to grab the beast by its neck and plant it against the floor, to which he then grabbed the beast's lower jaw and ripped it away from the beast as well as a good portion of its chest in one go. Cairntwister soon stood and threw the flesh away before walking away from the bloodied corpse of the beast. Crispy nodded his head and looked to Angrus.

Angrus - Impressive strength, for a non Dominatus that is.

Cairntwister turned to Angrus and kept a silent eye on him, bearing his teeth. Angrus looked to Crispy again and folded his arms, still wondering about what Crispy really wanted. He knew he wouldn't approve much of some Tyranny methods.

Angrus - Hmph, then what do you want? Crispy - Guns, melee weapons. Medusa - ''The only problem is that those are scaled up to the size of Dominatus, however we can aid you in naval weapons. One of the newest weapons devised by the Tyranny is called the strangelet annihilator, and basically, if aimed at any unshielded ship, it means certain death for that ship.'' Crispy - ''Sounds interesting. Naval weaponry shall be more useful anyway. I do not plan on using ground troops anytime soon.'' Medusa - It is a large bow mounted weapon on our Subjugator Mark 2 Battleships, however I do believe that it can only be fitted on the Orochi, seeing as only the Orochi has the size to accomodate it Crispy - ''Then it is a deal. The Golden Movement gets designated colonies and living spaces within the Tyranny's Andromedan colonies and naval weaponry, while you shall get more Shidium technology.'' Medusa - ''So it is. Till we meet again Crispy''

Crispy nodded and a Zazane guide began to lead the two Dominatus out of the room. However, Medusa stopped for a moment, prompting the Zazane guide and Angrus to also stop. A smile on her face, Medusa slowly turned back to Crispy's direction. Crispy tilted his head as she did.

Medusa - Crispy, however I would like you to assemble your most trusted generals for something rather important. Crispy - ''Oh? Alright. ''

Crispy turns on the communicator located on his wrist and speaks into it once getting the correct frequency.

Crispy - All generals and high-ranking personnel report to me immediately outside. Medusa - I believe you ought to show your generals and high ranking personnel some marital strength! Crispy - And how do you propose to do this?

Medusa approached Crispy and smiled, touching his face with her finger gently. Cairntwister grunted and walked away, pushing pass several Zazane scientists and soldiers. Crispy merely looked up at her, indifferent.

Medusa - I challenge you to an arm wrestle, one of my fingers against your entire body. Crispy - It will take you an entire arm to beat me. Medusa - Perhaps we can begin O strong one.

Angrus chuckled to himself silently, knowing that Medusa would be able to bring her biomass to bear in her finger without anybody else seeing or knowing aside from him and herself. Crispy, however, was not put off by her size. He was confident, and he chuckled.

True Strength
Crispy's generals and other high-ranking personnel at the base met outside. The rain had just stopped, the ground was wet. Crispy and Medusa circled one another, while personnel watched on, holding guns and blades. Crispy was much smaller in comparison to Medusa in terms of size, but this didn't put him off. He kept a straight face, actually in fact he was smiling. He was confident, not overly confident or cocky, but just confident. Like he knew he would win, or at least he thought he could.

Scientist 1 - You think Crispy really has it in him to take down...that? General 1 - He's Zazane, since when have Zazane backed down from a fight? Scientist 1 - Yes but how many times have Zazane died from being overconfident in a situation? Scientist 2 - Have you checked Crispy's medical records? Scientist 1 - No, what do they say? Scientist 2 - He has an amazing level of awareness, his physiology is impressive and his strength...don't get me started on his physical abilities. General 1 - I'm confident he can win this.

They both meet at a special table and Medusa places one of her fingers down. Crispy looked at it and chuckled, wrapping his arm around her finger. He looked up at her confidently, his eyes beginning to shift from their usual shade to red, as part of his medical condition. Medusa simply smirked down at him.

Medusa - I'll give you a 10 second head start to try to pin my finger down. Crispy - Five seconds. Medusa - Sure. Crispy - Angrus, tell me when to start. Angrus - Begin!

To her surprise, Crispy managed to bring her finger half way down within the first three seconds. Medusa was rather surprised by this as her fingers were quite heavy and large. Within those three seconds, Crispy didn't appear to be straining or sweating. In fact, he looked rather comfortable. By the time his 5 seconds were up, her finger was 5/6ths of the way to the table. Medusa's eyes widened and she began to use her natural strength, though she was still trying to work out how Crispy had managed to display such a good amount of strength within the first few seconds. Being a Zazane perhaps helped, but he didn't appear any stronger than the average. She began pushing Crispy's arm up with her normal strength as she smiled, but was quickly put into a standstill when Crispy's expression changed to a more serious look.

The arm and the finger were locked in a standstill at the center of the table, much surprising everybody watching it. Nobody would've thought that Crispy, a usually peaceful man, would have the strength in him to even challenge such a large beast. Medusa began to slowly regret the hubris that caused her to make this bet with Crispy. Crispy smirked as they were in a standstill, and slowly he began to push her finger back down. The two appendages are locked at a standstill once again.

Medusa - You always struck me as the stay at home type, not the one who led from the front. Crispy - I always imagined you as stronger. Medusa - I am an Omega, intellect has always been my stronger suit. Crispy - Funny, you don't strike me as smart.

Medusa intensified her strength, though not yet using biomass and pushed her finger foward, almost causing Crispy's arm to touch the ground. Crispy was smiling but as soon as she intensified her strength, so did he. His arm began to lift her finger back up, albeit slowly.

Crispy - I'll let you in on a little secret, Medusa... Medusa - What? Crispy - If you beat me, I shall tell you.

Medusa intensified her strength to the strongest it could be without using biomass. Crispy felt his arm lowering again, but upon releasing a growl, he slowly rivalled her strength. This struck everyone with surprise and shock, that Crispy could challenge a creature so big and monstrous, even Angrus was puzzled at this spectacle. Medusa was also somewhat puzzled by this, and it showed. Although in one arm she could lift a main battle tank up, Crispy's strength was slowly gaining her respect.

Medusa - Theres more to you than what meets the eye. Crispy - There always is, Medusa...

Crispy, committing all his strength to the arm wrestle managed to get Medusa's finger almost pinned to the ground. Medusa knew that she would lose and her deal would have backfired horribly in her face. She decided to pump biomass into her finger, intensifying her strength futher. Crispy noticed this and allowed his arm to be pinned against the table. Crispy was pinned to the ground, but for once, Crispy looked up into Medusa's eyes and instead of seeing the cold steel that marked her, saw the warmth of waat could be emotion. Crispy stared her in the eye, knowing that she had done something to increase her strength, and that he could tell the spectators and make a mockery of her. Crispy turned his his crowd, however, and lifted his arms.

Crispy - ''I have lost. Medusa Heimdall of the Tyranny has beaten me. With a finger.''

Medusa stared at him, knowing that he could very well ruin her reputation with any word that came out of his mouth. But he didn't. Medusa started to wonder why he wouldn't insult her or reveal the truth, why was he showing compassion to this woman who wanted to embarass and spite him, even ruin his reputation?

Crispy - ''However, I am not ashamed. I would like to see you go up against this alien mistress and expect to last even half as long as I did. You can't, and you won't. She does not have the time, no matter how entertaining it was.''

He turned to her and smiled.

Crispy - Return to your stations and carry out your day normally.

Crispy walked past Medusa before looking at her, a gleam in his eye as the redness shifted back to his usual shade.

Crispy - Come with me, I shall tell you my secret.

Medusa followed Crispy closely. He led Medusa to a room within the base, but didn't look at her. This provoked some curiousness from Medusa.

Medusa - What do you wish to show me Crispy? Crispy - ''It didn't take me long, Medusa. It did not take me long to notice you were using your biomass to challenge me.'' Medusa - I know this, your strength is admirable...by any standard. Crispy - And for my secret...

Crispy turned to her. He smirked as he looked to her, provoking further interest. But the words that left his mouth didn't only fulfill her curiosity, but also surprised and maybe even shocked her.

Crispy - ''My strength...You didn't see all of it.  Medusa - Admirable Crispy, very admirable, if only you were a Dominatus. I would like you to have this rod as a gift, it is a symbol of authority.''

At that, a rod materialized in Medusa's hand. The rod itself was in the shape of a coiled dragon, constructed out of gold and possibly other valuable materials. Medusa handed Crispy the rod, it was an exquisite piece of work, with incredible art present at every millimeter of the gift.

Medusa - ''You may be the leader of a rebel movement. But you are as good a leader as anyone outside the Tyranny.''

Crispy accepted the rod and looked it up and down. He nodded at Medusa and smiled. The rod indeed impressed him, it was to his tastes in decoration.

Crispy - And you, Medusa, shall make a grand ruler for the future. Medusa - Thank you very much, I bid you good luck in the days to come.

Angrus came in as soon as Medusa left. They looked to each other as they passed. Crispy was wondering when Angrus would turn up, and his smile turned into a scowl of sorts. He looked disapprovingly at Angrus, in disrespect.

Angrus - You are truly a remarkable man Crispy - You are a remarkably lucky man. Angrus - Tell me, why did you not embarrass her and tell everyone of her use of biomass? Crispy - ''Because we have seen animals here on Jahurmon that do it as well. It would not embarass me or her, it would most likely just make my people want to slice her open. That and I am not a sore loser.'' Angrus - Truly respectable, truly a worthy ally of the Tyranny indeed, Medusa will remember you when she ascends the throne. Crispy - But listen here, Angrus. Angrus - Yes?

Crispy took a step forward towards Angrus, who stood metres above him in height.

Crispy - ''You ever attempt to upstage her intelligence again and I shall hear of it. You are a soldier.'' Angrus - Before I reply more in detail to that question, I would first like to ask you, what do you think our relations is? Crispy - ''You are her mate. I am aware of this because she treats you like a person, not as her soldier, bodyguard or slave.'' Angrus - ''You must realize that we share a very close bond, closer than that of any other Dominatus couple to date, this has manifested itself in some rather weird occurrences. We share a link in which we know exactly what the other one is thinking even if it isn't vocalized, and we can communicate without speaking as well. You must know that she was completely on board with it when i talked before her, we have very little hierarchy between us, we treat each other as equals. No action between us is upstaging of the others qualities.'' Crispy - ''As far as I am concerned, you are her protector and her carer. And thus it is your job to keep her out of danger which she cannot handle. She is confident, maybe too confident.''

Angrus sighs deeply and looks down at Crispy with sad and concerned eyes, taking a step back.

Angrus - ''I fear that she is too young to accept the burden of leadership Crispy, she has always been amazing at something with a single purpose, like making proof or cracking a code. However, even though she manages the Andromedan territories well, I do wonder if she is experienced enough to take on the leadership of the Tyranny as a whole.'' Crispy - ''You and me have the same thoughts. But the thing is, Angrus...you are of no help to her when it comes to that.'' Angrus - Yes, that is true, I have never been very good at politics. Crispy - ''All you know is how to make love and how to make noise. As far as I am concerned, Angrus, you are her dog. And those are traits Tyraz has. And as you know, I do not take kindly to Tyraz. So, if I was you...I would talk to her father more.''

Angrus spoke in an offended tone of voice at his remark and stepped forward.

Angrus - I have her father's blessing in marriage, I asked for it after the subjugation of a DCP station in hyperspace. Crispy - ''Yes but you do not have my favour in usefulness. You are strong, but that is it. I want the best for Medusa. I am not saying she should find somebody else, but you must prepare yourself to take on change.'' Angrus - You don't know how biological interaction works amongst Dominatus, do you? Crispy - ''Biological interaction or not, you will always have those difficulties in any relationship. You are a master of war and battle but that only takes you so far.'' Angrus - ''Explain more. What must I do to be taken further?''

Crispy approaches Angrus and looks up at him, a rather comforting expression on his face, he knew what he was talking about.

Crispy - ''Talk to figures who know what they are doing when it comes to politics. For when the time comes, you can be there to help let her know what to do. The man who lets her know what to do should be her mate, not me.'' Angrus - ''I see, thank you Crispy. Is there any such female you hold attraction to Crispy?'' Crispy - ''Bah, me? No, no. I love all of my people too much to find my soul mate.''

Angrus laughed at this remark, confusing Crispy somewhat. Crispy tilted his head as Angrus walked out of the room.

Angrus - Well I must go now, good luck in intercourse with the rest of the Golden Movement, Crispy.

At that, Angrus beamed up onto the Tyranny ship. Crispy raises an eyebrow and places a palm to his face as Angrus beams away. Crispy walked out of the room and looked up at the sky, looking at the ships in his service. He smiled and saw the Orochi, as well as the Dominatus ship leaving the planet's orbit. Crispy scratched his head and sighed casually, before walking back through the entrance of his base.

Later that same day, after some rather interesting activities, Medusa and Angrus were with each other in their quarters, pondering about the events that took place earlier that day, especially the arm wrestling deal. Medusa looked to Angrus and smiled. They were talking about Crispy.

Medusa - A remarkable man, even by Dominatus standards. Angrus - I wonder where he got the strength from, you should have beaten him much earlier. Medusa - I was truly shocked, moreso he was not even at his fullest. Angrus - He seems wise beyond his years, moreso he was not even born into a noble house. Medusa - He is the epitome of what can be reached by people not of our own species, for sure. Angrus - He has a rather scintillating intellect as well, as far as I know he's not book smart, but he is a genius. Medusa - Do you think father would grant him permission at our marriage on Demogorgon Prime, he would be the first alien to set foot there. Angrus - If Abaddon knew about him and what he has done, I believe he could make an exception. Medusa - After all, he is a Dominatus in all regards but name.

A Mutual Exchange
An Draconid shuttle approached the Orochi. Crispy was one of the first to greet the Draconis delegates. Their red scales and two pairs of horns denoting them as House Khaxvis. Crispy smiled and led them into a meeting room. A few days ago he had met once again with Oreleva and had discussed a mutual exchange between the Inssurection and the Resurgence. The room itself was decorated with a variety of metal furniture. Crispy sat at the end of the table and the other delegates joined him.

The delegates, a mix of diplomats and military officials talked for two hours about the exchange. The delegates were not keen on Crispy's request for Khaxvis Draconis to migrate to the insurrection, despite the offers he had made including improving their weaponry and quality of life. They were adamant in their refusal to give the Insurrection Draconis, believing that the resurgence's goal was top priority.

Eventually they settled that they would provide Crispy with mercenaries under their payroll. As they all agreed one of the Insurrection's scientists burst into the room with a look of panic on his face.

Scientist - ''Crispy, there has been an explosion in the Shidium Gas reaearch department. We've lost containment and it is flooding the ship!'' Crispy - We had better get our guests innoculated. Ambassador - Is that really necessary? Crispy - Shidium gas is very dangerous. Ambassador - Very well.

less than a few minutes after the ambassador agreed, a group of doctors entered the room with a collection of syringes, enough for all the delegates. However, because the casings were compeltely opaque and used a button instead of a plunger, the delegates didn't realise the syringes were in fact empty. As the needles were inserted, the doctors drew a sample of blood from each delegate. Once finished they all left the room.

Crispy - I must go, I will be back shortly after this situation is dealt with. Ambassador - Be prompt.

Crsipy nodded as he closed the door behind him. The doctors took the blood-filled syringes down towards the science labs while Crispy headed to a security room linked to cameras in the room. When he arrived the operators activated a sequence that rapidly heated the room.

Inside, the delegates were not aware of their dangerous situation. At first, they began feeling uncomfortable as the temperature began to soar. As the metal furniture heated up, the group leaped out of the chairs to cool their singed scales. The floor, the walls, the table, everything was getting hot enough that it began to glow. The delgates could nt stop moving, their boots were melting and their clothes ignited. Each of them collapsed to the floor as temperatures reached their climax, a hologram of Crispy then appeared and looked down at the roasting bodies.

Crispy - I see my cookies are doing nicely in the oven.

The delgates were too busy dying to respond, as the heat became overbearing they died one by one. Whatever surface their bodies rested on heated the point of contact unti lthe scales balackened and ignited. While this was all happening, Crispy had dispatched a cargo transport holding a Shidium bomb towards the enclave Oreleva resided in.

Crispy contacted her as the transport headed on a collision curse. Crispy told her about the payload he was bringi ng and she ran to enter the code to her bunker. As the transport impacted the side of the complex a powerful Shidium explosion rocked the walls. Geleriva was caught in the blast, her descension managed to save her mostly but for everyone else it was a futile effort. The heat and energy either melted, burned or dissolved anyone caught in the blast however there were two other survivors...

Deep beneath the complex, in a fortified bunker, Pyrak stayed solidly in his lab. As the ground shook from the explosion he knew something must have happened above him. He walked up to a pod containing a Khaxvis floating in nutrient fluid. He pressed his hand against the glass at the sleeping entity and lowered his head with distress.

Pyrak - ''My Lord... Oreleva has failed you. But I assure you I will not. You will be reborn, your rage shall split this world and your fury will tear our enemies asunder!''

Aboard the Orochi, Crispy smiled as the dust settled. The shockwave turned the surrounding area to glass and annihilated anything living within twenty kilometres. The ensuing blast travelled for a hundred more, causing devastation to the surface. He felt his job on this ruined world was done, completely unaware that Pyrak survived, uanware of what it was Pyrak had been doing.

Harlot
Crispy's officers were now resting. It had been several hours after the nuking of the Khaxvis enclave and the incineration of their ambassadors and soldiers. There were still officers around, although not as many as before. This was their night shift. Crispy himself approached Kalcedia's cell, a devious look upon her face. He touched a holo-panel outside of the cell door and entered in a code, allowing the door to open. Crispy looked in and saw Kalcedia asleep, with Tagutan standing next to her.

Crispy - ''Lieutenant Tagutan, I shall handle it from here. Have a rest.''

Tagutan nodded and promptly left the room upon command. Crispy watched as he left and looked back towards Kalcedia. The door closed behind them. Crispy walked over to another holo-panel and typed in another code. The electric bonds that kept Kalcedia against the wall disappeared in seconds and she dropped onto the floor. The drop surprised her and her eyes opened quickly. She took a moment to remember where she was; Crispy's captivity. She looked around, expecting to see Tagutan. Instead, she saw Crispy approaching. Kalcedia didn't know whether to look shocked or smile.

Kalcedia - Urgh...You could've woke me up in a better way. Crispy - ''I want you to tell me who you are and what your profession is. If you comply, I shall guarantee your freedom and I shall allow you to have your rifle back.'' Kalcedia - I said before, I cannot disclose this information... Crispy - ''I see. Why did you come here?'' Kalcedia - Huh? Crispy - ''To Andromeda. Why did you come here if not to seek me out?'' Kalcedia - I...Vacation. Crispy - ''You are a terrible liar.  Kalcedia - And you're an asshole!'' Crispy - ''You came here, to seek me out. You do know me.''

Kalcedia was quiet for a moment and looked away from Crispy. He was right, she had come here looking for him. To see if he really was who she thought he was. It was her visions that compelled her. She didn't know where they were coming from, but she knew they were related to Crispy. She had no choice, she couldn't talk with her UNOC comrades. Only Crispy was here. He seemed friendly enough, however, and reasonable. She looked up at him again.

Kalcedia - ''I have been getting visions.  Crispy - Visions?'' Kalcedia - ''Yes, visions. Of when...we were children. But I do not know how...I never had a childhood.'' Crispy - ''When you say that, what do you mean? Are you...a clone?'' Kalcedia - ''I...I'm not sure. I was...just created. I can't remember by who, I can't remember why...But I was created at an adult state.'' Crispy - And that explains your power? Kalcedia - ...Yes.

Crispy held out his hand. Kalcedia looked to it and placed her hand in his, with Crispy helping her up after a few seconds. Crispy smiled at her and rubbed his hand down her arm gently. Kalcedia smiled back at him and black blush appeared on her face, she went to turn away. Crispy used his hand to softly bring her head back towards him, so she could look at him.

Crispy - ''I remember you from my childhood, Kalcedia...You were a sweet girl. You were fun, strong.'' Kalcedia - You must be mistaken... Crispy - ''No, I am confident. If you have memories of me and I have memories of you...I will find who did this to you, Kalcedia. You shouldn't worry.'' Kalcedia - I...I'm so confused Crispy... Crispy - ''Hang in there, you're a strong woman. ''

Kalcedia smiled up at Crispy and wiped some tears from her eyes. Crispy also smiled and saw Kalcedia lean in towards him, to kiss him. Kalcedia felt as if she was truly in bliss, with somebody who really cared aside from her comrades. In her day job, she worked as a prostitute and a stripper to earn more money for herself. She would have more than ten clients every week day, with many men remembering who for the next time they would visit. She would never talk about her personal life, she would only speak what men wanted to hear. Dirty talk. Kalcedia enjoyed her job, but it made it hard for her to really open up her feelings. She felt nobody would want to hear it. However, she had finally found somebody she could share with, because he wanted to hear it. It was like she had truly found her love.

Kalcedia proceeded to remove his armour from his torso. She rubbed her hands over his chest affectionately. Crispy held her tightly and then gently placed her against the nearest wall. He looked into her eyes, she saw into his. His red, flaring eyes. They burned like a bloody fire. She liked that. Crispy proceeded to remove her torso armour in lust, literally tearing it off with surprising strength. He was making quick work, Kalcedia hoped not too quick.

The Orochi was heading for Hirasaak, the second home of the Borealis Zazane. Crispy wanted to meet with Kryptkor, he needed to speak with him. However, a transmission would have to wait for later. For now, Crispy was pre-occupied treating his prisoner to special service.

New Alliance
It had been a day or so after that night. Crispy had been alerted of Cyrannian presence within the Andromeda Galaxy, somewhere close to his territory, and had taken the Orochi and a small fleet to go find the extra-galactic visitors. It was a short amount of time before the Golden Movement came across the, a remnant of the that was created after the formation of the. Crispy had received a transmission from the RIE fleet and had requested that their highest authorities were to meet him on board his ship in order to discuss a possible alliance between the two, as he had been aware of the Empire's somewhat controversial presence in Andromeda before.



Praesator Adelheidis, the highest authority within the RIE, docks on Crispy's flagship, accompanied by Captain. After docking, the two of them are escorted by soldiers towards Crispy's meeting room, where he waited for them patiently with a smile on his face and relaxed in his seat casually. He figured the best image to have was one that gave off a friendly, yet reliable, appearance and manner, so he decided to be casual. When Adelheidis and Captain Roslia enter the meeting room, they bow to him respectively. Crispy also responded with a bow and gestured for the two of them to sit at the meeting table, which Crispy had prepared for them beforehand. Crispy smiled to them as they took their seats.

Crispy - I take it you are Praesator Adelheidis. Adelheidis - ''Yes, it is a pleasure to meet you. What title would you like me to address you as?'' Crispy - ''Please, refer to me as Crispy. I am not one for titles. I am a friend to the people, they need not to address me by anything else.'' Adelheidis - ''Very well, Crispy. Thank you for having me. It is seldom my people find friendship any more.'' Crispy - ''On the contrary, the Golden Movement has been gaining many allies recently. It would be an honour if you were one of them.'' Adelheidis - ''It would be my honour. Unfortunately, the Republic has not found many allies in the aftermath of the rise of the Galactic Cyrannian Empire. I hope our meeting will change that.'' Crispy - ''I have heard of this Empire. The Golden Movement wishes to overthrow the rule of tyrants and dictators, that is the spirit of the Movement and is our sole purpose. What do you request of us, Praesator?'' Adelheidis - ''I simply wish for an alliance between the Republic and your honourable movement. We have strong ships from the time of the Cyrannian Republic, perhaps we could send a few to work under your command in exchange for mutual protection.'' Crispy - ''Ah, that indeed sounds reasonable. The Movement consists of multiple ships and militaries from all over Andromeda, it would be a pleasure to have a piece of Cyrannus within our Movement as well. As for your protection, I can send you several of my regiments as well as a fleet or two.'' Adelheidis - ''That is fabulous news! We currently occupy some space in Quadrant 82, I'll send you the coordinates.'' Crispy - ''That would be amazing, Praesator. I can see our little empires prospering with one another, you need not worry about your ships and personnel here. My Movement never makes the first offensive move. In fact, I try my best to avoid unnecessary conflict.'' Adelheidis - ''Your philosophy is one of the wisest I have ever witnessed, Crispy. I trust this is the beginning of a great friendship.'' Crispy - ''Hehe, yes! I look forward to future contact. While we may be considered "terrorists" or "rebels" to tyrannical enemies, we are freedom fighters. We are for our people, we only want to see them grow and thrive in this harsh, cold Universe. It is relationships like these that give me hope that one day Universal peace shall come to effect and we need not worry for further deaths and bloodshed.'' Adelheidis - ''Never has truer words been spoken my friend. I certainly hope I see you soon.''

Crispy nodded to Adelheidis and stood up, shaking hands with both her and Roslia. Before they left, Crispy handed a bouquet of Andromedan flowers from all over the galaxy to Adelheidis with a smile. Afterwards, the two left for their ship and returned to their fleet, comfortable in the knowledge they now had somebody they could trust in for support and protection. Crispy turned to his right-hand man, Kharnes, and smirked.

Kharnes - What is it, Crispy? Crispy - ''I wish to contact the GEC. They sound promising.  Kharnes - But Crispy, you just--'' Crispy - ''I know what I just did, Kharnes. Do not worry. If you think that the GEC or any Cyrannian power intimidates me, then you need to have an operation. The Andromedan Highlords do not scare me, neither do the Cyrannian powers. ''

Afterwards, the Orochi and its protection fleet returned to their main course; Hirasaak, home of the Borealis Zazane that settled in Andromeda. Crispy still wanted to speak with Kryptkor Talsar, he would be sending a transmission for him very soon.

The Old Scars
Tyraz was in one of the leisure rooms onboard the Ghost of the Warrior. He was resting in a hot tub, wearing only shoulder armour, although his waist could not be seen below the water. He sighed deeply, with a tone of frustration in his voice and a look of confusion on his face. He grew even more confused, though, as light emerged in the room, slowly materialising and taking shape of a Radeon. Iovera.

Iovera - Oh-

Tyraz looked up at her and tilted his head before realizing completely it was her. He smiled before remembering he was in the tub. He gasped and sunk most of his body below the water.

Tyraz - ''Urgh...! Sorry, Iovera, I was...taking my mind off recent matters.''

Iovera could see aging scars across Tyraz's muscular torso, most notably across his chest and stomach. These scars were not recent, a majority of them dealt years before now.

Iovera - ''You seem troubled. I heard there is a rebellion in the Brood.'' Tyraz - It is nothing to concern yourself with, mistress Iovera...My reputation is currently at risk of collapse because of people finding out about my past.

Tyraz sighed once again and sat up, Iovera could see more of his scars as he did. His scars reached all the way down from the deepest one on his neck to some of the lighter ones approaching his waist. He was also considerably muscular for a man of his size. This muscle had been earned throughout his years of combat and fighting, as have his scars. He carried these like badges of honour around his body.

Iovera - ''...Your past. You told me about it, didn't you?'' Tyraz - ''Yes, I was a...hated individual. My bloodline despised, my acts of insanity...well, they're old news. But somebody wishes to strike up settled dust.'' Iovera - Old wounds never mend. Tyraz - ''My people desire a new leader, mistress Iovera. Despite all I have done for them, they desire my head upon a pike.'' Tyraz slammed his clenched fist beside him, causing a few cracks in the tiled floor. He sighed again and closed his eyes, leaning his head back in frustration.

Iovera, seeing him in anger, came closer, whispering into his ear.

Iovera - ''We'll find a way, Tyraz. We will.'' Tyraz - ''I wish we could, mistress. But I cannot afford to launch an assault.'' Tyraz - ''He would use the assault as a way to insult me further and drive my people away from me. Perhaps I should just...resign?'' Iovera - ''No. You shouldn't. I know you too well, Tyraz. You don't give up like that.'' Tyraz - ''Well I do not know what to do! He has me in a noose, just waiting to hang me! And the Imperium is in a conflictive state, they cannot help me.'' Iovera - But I can.

Tyraz sighed and looked to her with sad eyes.

Tyraz - I don't want you getting yourself in danger again. Iovera - Don't worry for me, I've been through worse.

Tyraz nodded and then placed his hands either side of the tub before standing up. His posture was straight but a majority of his body was unclothed and wet. He looked to Iovera and asked her.

Tyraz - Mistress Iovera, how do you plan to help me? Iovera - ...I will find a way.

Iovera's image vanished and turned into light that flashed in front of Tyraz's eyes. Much to think about was left for both of them.

Death comes in shadows
A single murder or a thousand of deaths, Oshako muttered to himself silently while walking through the streets of Hyria: he was whispering the motto of his order, the Hereticon Assassins. Such behaviour could raise suspicions among the crowds, Oshako reasoned, especially that his purple scales of the Sacrenar Zazane were unusual to this world, but this was the only way he could calm himself down. From his childhood, he was taught: do no harm, and now, he found himself being ordered to kill, to murder, to slaughter... for the greater good, apparently. Behead the Golden Movement, that was his order. Oshako still remembered the voice of the Supreme Autarch commanding him directly, assuring him that his cause is just, that the Insurrection must be destroyed...

Well, if it must, so be it, Oshako reasoned. It was the same as all his previous missions, after all. Taking place at the city watch tower, aiming his sniper rifle... it was easy. Oshako stared in the sight of his rifle and found his target: a female Zazane, talking to a small Argedris dressed in red clothing. Oshako recognised their faces; the Argedris was the Grand Fabricator Geltre-na-shaan, the leader of his species, and the Zazane was one the Movement's highest-ranked commanders, Hana Taro. It was no revelation for Oshako that Geltre was conspiring with rebels - he knew full well of the political situation in the Brood - but the other member of the discussion encited him... and not just as a rebel leader.

Geltre - ''Ah, Commander Hana Taro. What a delightful surpise, my lady.'' Commander Hana Taro - It is a pleasure, Grand Fabricator. Geltre - ''I came here to discuss a very troubling situation my species found itself in since it joined the Brood. You see... - Geltre-na looked up at Hana - the Argedris and the Zazane are, in essence, one species. Millenia ago, my kind's ancestors were stranded in Andromeda - and, while we may look different now, they were just like you, and we share a commmon ancestry. And yet... - Geltre-na spat - the Council treats us as dirt. As... aliens.'' Hana - ''It is no secret that the Brood are elitist. If you are not Zazane, you are a second-class citizen to them. It is sad because this is not the first story I've heard about the Brood, I cannot believe they would treat such a close relative in such a way.'' Geltre - ''And since I chose to align myself with the Brood, lady, I have found... that a noose around my neck is growing tighter and tighter. My people deserve a better fate.'' Hana - ''The Golden Movement's goal is to bring peace and equality to Andromeda, perhaps one day the entire Universe. If you are wishing for protection, Grand Fabricator, we would so gladly give it.''

As Hana and Geltre were talking, Oshako continued to aim, preparing his single, deadly shot... but something stopped him from firing, something made him doubt. Was it the rebel leader's speech that touched him, or was it something else.. No, Oshako said to himself. He shall finish this mission, no matter the cost.

Hana - ''Of course, I would have to ask what we shall be getting in return. While we would be happy to protect you, we would appreciate your efforts as well.'' Geltre - ''Don't worry about that, my lady. The Argedris are the Brood's finest engineers and mechanics, I assure you. We shall supply you with everything you ask - for the right price, of course. Starships, weapons, computers...'' Hana - Is protection from one of Andromeda's finest military forces not enough? Geltre - Well, I don't want to be ordered around like I was in the Brood... Hana - ''We are protecting you and your supporters from three Highlords and many protectorates, Grand Fabricator. What we ask in return is very little compared. You shall be receiving Insurrection military personnel, weapons and ships by default.'' Geltre - Hmph... So be it... Better than being a slave in the Brood anyway. Now, regarding the conditions, - Geltre-na raised his head and started bending his fingers - the Argedris manufactories will provide-''

It was enough for Oshako. It was the time to attack. A single movement of the finger - a single shot. His weapon was not an electrolaser gun common to the Divinarium: instead, Oshako trusted his trademark Shidium sniper rifle, which he considered to be a true warrior's weapon. The gun clicked. The bullet was fired...

And it missed.

Oshako stood motionless, staring at the broken glass, at the Movement commander and the Argedris leader both shocked from the realisation that they were being watched and silently praising whatever gods they worshipped for saving them. Geltre, in a manner befitting his subspecies, quickly approached the bullet with a fast, almost jumping gait, and examined the bullet with an inquisitive gaze.

Geltre - ''That's a Shidium bullet... but its colour and structure was different from both Brood and Movement weapons. Black and purple, the metallic sheen... The Divinarium. Commander, we have to leave this place now. You will recieve news from me as soon as possible.''

Hana growled and looked around, taking up her pistol and readying it.

Hana - You get on out of here.

As the two Movement officials left the building, Oshako was left wasted. He has failed to kill them.... but why? Was it just a wrong movement of his hand that allowed his victims to live, or was it something else... but it didn't matter to him. He failed, and for failure, there was no excuse. But he knew that unlike his enemies, his aim had to be true only once. Next time, he said to himself, his enemy wouldn't be so lucky.

And then, Oshako vanished in the shadows, for the next time.

Captivated
Several days had passed. Throughout these long, tiring days, the crew of the Orochi had entertained themselves with talk of the new prisoner they had onboard their ship; Kalcedia, the prostitute, the whore. The Zazane men, while usually disgusted with such a woman, had realized that they were not restricted by such rules or philosophy since they had left the Brood or whatever government they came from and so took it upon themselves to make use of her. However, it was not unwilling activity as she had become used to such requests from her customers back within UNO territory. During the nights, she would join Crispy's bedside to get a more pleasurable treat. However, this time it was different.

Kalcedia slowly awoke in a somewhat familiar area. Her eyes fluttered open slowly and she let out a tired yawn, an effect of another long night of physical activity with Crispy. However, when she usually woke up she would be at least in a more comfortable place, such as the bed, underneath the covers. Today, she was again electrically strapped to the wall by her hands and feet, unable to get out. Crispy could not be seen anywhere, he must've abandoned her there. However, she recognized one face nearby who was in the door-way. The only man who didn't request for her services. In fact, he kept away from her a lot of the time.

He turned, looking to Kalcedia as she awoke. He had a disgusted look on his face, as usual, and approached her. He knew what she had been doing for the men here, he knew he was better than any of them for outright refusing her. As he approached, Kalcedia definitely recognized his face; it was Tagutan.

Kalcedia - ''Crispy...? Oh. It's you again.'' Tagutan - ''Good morning to you too. You're changing homes today.'' Kalcedia - ''So he's moved me back to the cell rather than his bed. Ugh, typical man.'' Tagutan - You'll be sent to the custody of our allies of the Borealia Kingdom today. Kalcedia - ''Borealia Kingdom? Hehe, they don't sound very for-real, hun.'' Tagutan - Kryptkor Talsar's empire is very real and you'll be their prisoner for now on, on Crispy's orders.

Kalcedia sighed and looked to her side with a frown on her face, she was beginning to remember all those times she gave service to the strangers who demanded her only for her body. She was indeed very beautiful and her pheromones were almost intoxicating, this drove men insane for her body.

Kalcedia - ''Man, so he just takes what he wants from me and then just leaves me abandoned somewhere. Gah...how silly of me not to see this coming.''

Tagutan shrugged, indifferent to her statement.

Tagutan - What the master does to his prisoners is not of my concern. Kalcedia - ''No, of course it wouldn't be. I didn't expect you to care for a girl like me, you know.'' Tagutan - ''Huh. You smell nice, that's one thing. But I don't care for women much. Most of the time, they run away from me.'' Kalcedia - ''Yeah, I'm not much of a babe magnet either. I get very few girlies wanting a tug on my rug.''

Tagutan looked at Kalcedia with confusion. Kalcedia giggled with a sad tone in her voice, looking to Tagutan as a tear streamed down her cheek, though she managed to hide it by morphing it in with her skin.

Tagutan - ''Still, I suppose you and the master have some sort of history. He seemed eager for your arrival when he ordered me to collect you.'' Kacledia - ''Well, we seem to remember each other...Somehow. It's been a confusing few weeks for me.'' Tagutan - ''I can see where this is going. You were probably childhood friends.'' Kalcedia - See, that would be the usual story but, well...I don't remember even having a childhood.

After hearing this, Tagutan's expression appeared much more sympathetic. He didn't expect such from her. It suddenly seemed as if they were now both in the same boat. He didn't remember anything of his childhood either, in fact he could not remember what he had done in his life up until meeting Crispy.

Tagutan - How come? Kalcedia - ''According to my brothers, I was found on the side of a street, just seemingly dumped there by a guy. It's funny, that's as far back as I can remember. Being dumped at the side of a road by some shyrak-eater after he had his way with me.'' Tagutan - I see...I don't remember by early life either. Kalcedia - Amnesia seems to be a thing in our race, huh. Tagutan - The last thing I remember was...hordes of demons fighting hordes of undead. Kalcedia - Heh, you should see Agoltol night downtown on one of UNO's outer colonies. Tagutan - ''Sometimes I try to remember, but all I see in my mind is this...tentacled dragon-like monster laughing at me. You ever seen anything like this?'' Kalcedia - ''I've had my fair share of tentacles, sweet. Heh, tentacles, claws, you name it, it's been up there.'' Tagutan - I don't mean in your job, I mean inside your mind. Kalcedia - ''Well...no. I remember being tossed and thrown, punched and kicked...but I don't see anything. I just feel it.'' Tagutan - ''So our amnesias are not caused by the same thing. A shame, perhaps we could help each other if they were.'' Kalcedia - ''Sweet, you know you can straight up ask me if you want it. You don't need to try and make me feel better. It's not the first time.'' Tagutan - ''What good would a relationship do for me? Look at me, I am a demon. The people fear me. Even the soldiers who got used to my appearence still look at me with an obvious air of intimidation. I don't enjoy this at all.'' Kalcedia - ''Well, at least you're somewhere respectable. At least people see you as something else other than an object.'' Tagutan - ''I am seen as a threat, which is even worse. ''

He sighed heavily, with his head lowered. He was right, the men and woman onboard the ship saw him as a terrifying presence due to his fierce methods of execution and his corrupted appearance.

Tagutan - Crispy was the first person in many years to show sympathy toward me.

Kalcedia also lowered her head, facing to her side. She didn't see it. She didn't see why people would run from Tagutan or consider him a threat despite being an ally. She didn't even think he looked all that bad despite the powers which influenced his image.

Kalcedia - ''You know...I don't think it's a bad thing you're a threat. Some people...kinda like that.'' Tagutan - What do you mean? Kalcedia - ''Well...I kinda like it. A guy who can really show his worth rather than have me pretend that they're powerful. I think...sometimes the henchmen deserve a little respect.'' Tagutan - ''Hmm. That's nice of you. Still, most people don't share that opinion and often just run away from me.'' Kalcedia - ''Heh, I wouldn't run away from you unless you were being openly hostile. You're just misunderstood. Me? Well I'm sure you all share the same opinion just from my job.'' Tagutan - ''Well, before I thought you were just a prostitute. But after this talk, I can see we are not so different after all.''

Kalcedia smiled at Tagutan but looked down again. She wasn't used to this feeling of somebody being genuinely nice to her. Usually, people would be insulting her for her job and reputation, something she expected from men and women alike. However, he was different. He wasn't like the other guys.

Kalcedia - ...What's your name? Tagutan - Tagutan. Kalcedia - Tagutan...It's nice knowing I don't have to call you "big daddy" or something stupid like what other people have me call them.

Tagutan chuckled at her remark, acting somewhat more casual as they conversed.

Tagutan - ''I'm not interested in your "services". That would be very disrespectful toward Crispy...that, and your body would probably be dissolved into a fiery skeleton.'' Kalcedia - ''Heh, well, I'm just a whore. It's not like Crispy really wants me anymore, he's just tossing me out like all the people I've been with do eventually.'' Tagutan - ''I don't think that's the case. He probably has a reason to send you to the Kingdom. I bet after some time he'll ask me to get you back to him.'' Kalcedia - ''You know, Tagutan, I've always wanted to feel powerful, like a threat, rather than just some old rubbish that somebody uses for a night or two before being thrown out again. People like you...have a real purpose other than just a bag to store some stranger's load.'' Tagutan - ''I don't know much about UNO but as far as I know, only the best of the best are part of their UNOC unit. Don't see yourself as rubbish.'' Kalcedia - Is there already a woman in your heart, or in your eyes, that you have a place for? Tagutan - ''...No. Like I said before, relationships are impossible for me.'' Kalcedia - So is there not a woman that you at least wish would have time to understand you? Tagutan - If such woman exists, we have yet to meet. Kalcedia - ''Hehe, you seem to forget, Tagutan, that I have nowhere to run or hide from you. So if you really wanted...you could make me understand.'' Tagutan - ''Huh. Now it feels like you are asking me out.'' Kalcedia - Well, you always seem so tense and I cannot stand nice guys having so much pent up aggression. Tagutan - ''This is a curse and there's nothing you can do to ease it. You're lucky the monster in my mind has not made me rip you apart yet...it happens occasionally.'' Kalcedia - ''It's a shame, I sometimes wondered what it would be like to spend a night with a demon and yet, here you are, refusing me for my own safety. You aren't a demon, sweet. At least, not in my eyes you aren't.'' Tagutan - ''Well, I can assure you, it would hurt. Probably. Actually I've never tried, mostly because of people being afraid...but like I said, I respect Crispy too much to do such a thing to you. Better safe than sorry, like people say.''

At that moment, Crispy could be heard walking across the hall. He was carrying two steaming cups of hot liquid, a coffee equivalent that was harvested and manufactured within Zazane territory, although it was illegal within the Brood. He yawned as he walked and turned his head towards Kalcedia's cell to see Tagutan conversing with Kacledia. He began to walk over with a smirk on his face. Kalcedia winked to Tagutan before she noticed Crispy approach. She looked a way with an expression of disgust on her face as she saw the black and gold Zazane walk by, carrying his two cups.

Tagutan - Ah, greetings, master. Crispy - ''Good morning Tagutan, I see you're wide awake already. Have you had no sleep?'' Tagutan - ''It's hard to sleep when you have nightmares every night. But worry not about it, I'm in perfect conditions.'' Crispy - ''Good to hear, lieutenant! We are approaching Borealia Kingdom space within a matter of moments, but they can wait until I've had my Kajukran and breakfast.''

Crispy passed one of the cups to Tagutan and looked over to Kalcedia, a look of uninterest on his face as he saw her. Tagutan took a drink of the cup, watching the looks of both. It made him slighty unhappy, but he didn't show it. The Kajukran, as it was called, was piping hot, although the burns affected neither Crispy or Tagutan as Zazane could easily recover from heat and scorches. Kalcedia smelled the Kajukran filling her nostrils.

Crispy - Yes, I'm sure Kryptkor will definitely appreciate a new face in his prisons. Kalcedia - You know, I think I'd appreciate a prison rather than your bedside! Crispy - I'm sure my lieutenant will say otherwise considering the amount of screaming you were doing. Tagutan - ...If you excuse me, I'm going back to my post now.

Tagutan got up and left the room, seeing the two talking like that made him nervous and unhappy. Crispy looked to Tagutan with some concern, but he shrugged and smiled at Kalcedia rather menacingly. Kalcedia mouthed the word "shyrak" as he smiled at her, resulting in him closing the door to her cell and walking away as he chuckled to himself.

The Orochi hovered above Kryptkor's palace. The weather conditions were incredibly violent and horrid, battering the ship like bullets. The men were a little nervous, but Crispy had assured them that the ship would be fine before-hand. Crispy, Tagutan and Kalcedia were waiting for clearance to teleport down, with Kalcedia being binded by electrical cords and cuffs which prevented her from transforming. As soon as clearance was given, the three of them were beamed down near the palace, where they were met with a large number of armed guards who carried blades and guns. The snow was indeed very heavy, quite unfavourable for people like Kalcedia and Tagutan.

Tagutan - They did say the Borealis branch liked the cold but this is close to ridiculous... Crispy - ''Yes, I do wonder what Kryptkor and his people see in these conditions. Then again, each man to his own. This is probably Kryptkor's equivalent of Alcanti.''

Kryptkor appeared, flanked by his guards who were holding the latest in advanced guns, designed to suit the needs and purposes of the Borealis Zazane. Kryptkor waved his hand to his guards, a sign to tell them to step-down and not interfere with him and the trio nearby. He turned to them and walked over with a smile on his face, happy to see Crispy's face once more.

Kryptkor - ''Crispy! It's good to see you again.''

Crispy smiled and held out his hand for a handshake. Tagutan simply watched the two of them before turning his head slightly to Kalcedia's direction, to see if she was okay. She was shivering and it appeared as if she was almost freezing due to the exposure of the temperature.

Crispy - It's "ice" to see you too!

One of Kryptkor's female soldiers let out a giggle at Crispy's little joke, though the rest looked unimpressed.

Kryptkor - Is this the prisoner you told me about? Crispy - Yes, if I recall correctly, it's name was Dalkecia. Kalcedia - Nngh, screw you, you useless piece of shyrak! Crispy - As you can see, highly volatile and aggressive. Kryptkor - ''If that's so, I'll get her a cell at the bottoms of the prisons. She either behaves or freezes into a popscicle.'' Crispy - Oh, and I have a little gift for you as well. Kryptkor - Oh?

Crispy reached over his shoulder and grabbed the barrel of a long sniper-like gun. He pulled it off the strap on his back and held it with his two hands. This was Sinidaarl, Kalcedia's weapon. He looked at Kryptkor and handed the rather impressive weapon to him.

Crispy - The model for this rifle is unique, but I reckon your engineers would be able to build an equivalent model just as effective. Kryptkor - ''Interesting...I'll send it to them shortly. Thank you, Crispy.''

Crispy nodded and grabbed Kalcedia by her breast plate before throwing her into a group of guards. She was near to completely freezing over and Crispy had just thrown her with an incredibly amount of force which knocked over several of the guards before they proceeded to stand up and grab ahold of her.

Crispy - Woops. Kryptkor - Men, take her to the catacombs.

The guards grabbed Kalcedia and took her away from the group. Tagutan merely watched with his eyes narrowed, before the two began to turn back and walk away from Kryptkor. Crispy smiled at him before looking at the rather uncomfortable-looking Tagutan. He spoke out to his lieutenant.

Crispy - Something wrong, Tagutan? Tagutan - ''...No. Nothing.'' Crispy - ''Ah, good to hear! We'd best leave, Tagutan, before we end up just as frozen as that whore.'' Tagutan - Very well.

Crispy turned to Kryptkor and nodded to him in a friendly manner, which was returned by Kryptkor as he turned back and headed towards his palace again. Crispy had a cold, menacing smirk on his face as both him and his lieutenant were beamed back up onboard the Orochi, away from the cold, as the mighty ship began to leave orbit.

The Promise
A thriving world of the Golden Movement. A population of several billion Zazane and many other aliens who had been accepted within the Insurrection's ranks to live free lives away from their technologically primitive worlds, existing in a state of utopia. The Golden Movement had made its mark. Shining skyscrapers that allowed individual living spaces for each family, massive amounts of beautiful natural environments with thriving wildlife and guaranteed security for the world, granted by orbital protection forces and military personnel on the ground, who were paid generously for their service of protecting the citizens of the world. The Golden Movement had lived up to its promise of allowing a better existence for all of those who joined its cause, thankful and grateful to Crispy for freeing them from their dystopian existence before within the Brood. Children, parents, families, animals, advanced casual vehicles, a good economical and environmental position, a new utopian tomorrow for those who seeked freedom and well-being within this state of paradise.

All of it was gone.

Cities had become ruins, the defences were wrecked, the military was ravaged, civilians devoured and consumed within the nightmare of any mortal who desired a peaceful existence. Laughter and casual chatter was replaced by the horrific sounds of roaring and hungered growling, as well as the screams of those unlucky enough to have survived the first assault. The ground was corrupted with the maggot-like spawn of feral beasts, worming their way through the flesh and organs of the dead or dying. Limbs were scattered, strips of flesh flew in the wind like confetti. It has been told that blood is the currency of all living things, if this was the case than any vampiric form of life would be rich beyond their own wildest dreams. But there were no vampires to be found here today. Only gods.

Kol Daren stood amongst the ruined capital of this world. All around him, the scent of death enshrouded his nostrils, a feeling he enjoyed as if it was some form of bizarre or twisted ectasy. The feral monsters of ancient times, resurrected by his own efforts and advanced sciences, tore apart whatever they could find, as if desperate to find whatever scraps of food they could, with these morsals being the poor residents of this broken world. The promise of a utopia had been shattered beyond dystopia, advancing into global massacre. The Hostile Xenoform Threat, as they were called, spared nobody in their destructive wake, all was devoured. However, despite the part they plained within this planet-wide slaughter, they were just the pawns of the true villain; it was by Kol's order to assault this world and devoid it of the life it once held. He was a force of nature, a disaster. The incarnation of catastrophe itself. He had fulfilled this role perfectly, for nobody could predict his violent appearance, not even the colonies of the Golden Movement. They were hopeless. Kol looked up to the blackened sky and smirked, his knife-like jaws revealed bare, though nobody would witness them as there was nobody left. Kol stretched out his arm and clenched his hands, grasping the clouds of red above with such little effort.

Kol - ''...Purification of the filthy, eradication of the vermin, annihilation of the damned. I do not desire war. I HATE war. War causes death, war ends the lives of men who bravely fight for a cause that they had been indoctrinated to believe in by corrupt and worthless governments. The Universe is built up of corruption, chaos, lies, deception, death, sacrifice. What does it all amount to? ...My cause does not surround lies or indoctrination. I believe in no government, no lies, no deception. I deliver my truth and promises. The sacrifice I make is for the good of the entire Universe, as it shall finally see peace, whereas before it only saw the vile sight of mortals tearing each other to shreds with no end. I fight to change this. There shall be an end. An end to war, an end to violence, an end to meaningless death and sacrifice. When I see the sight of mortals fighting...I feel sorry for them, for it doesn't matter who wins as, in the end, they will fall prey to a stronger mortal and the cycle continues. I vow to break this cycle!''

With these words, Kol tore apart the clouds with just a mere thought. Blood had become rain, rivers, resevoirs, lakes. A storm was brewing, a cyclone of carnage, a tornado of devastation on a galactic scale. There stood no vampires today, nobody to crave the torrential blood-fall. Instead, there stood only a god. While Crispy had promised prosperity and peaceful lives for those who joined his cause, Kol vowed utter destruction to all those who opposed him and stood in his way. Both men strived for peace, both men wanted to bring an end to violence. Unification was but one answer, extermination was another.

The Third Beauty
A Few Days Later

The had become a rather close associate of, mainly due to the similar ideals and philosophy the two factions shared. The Republic of Exile was formed from surviving supporters of the URC, while the Insurrection was formed by a man who wanted to break the dystopian and violent ideals of Zazane society, believing strength shouldn't equate to political power. It seemed Crispy had definitely been making his mark recently upon other factions, both good and bad. He had left such an impression upon the RiE representative, Adelheidis, that she had organized another, supposedly, diplomatic meeting. It wasn't much of a problem, Crispy was very welcoming of both Zazane and alien visitors and he wasn't one to turn down potential diplomatic opportunities.

Adelheidis, led by two Zazane guards who were armed with state of the art guns, walked into a large meeting room, like Crispy has asked her when they transmissioned just an hour or so ago. The room was filled with Insurrection banners, with a large table in the centre of the room, surrounded by at least 12 seats. However, Adelheidis stood, as if she was blatantly ignoring the seats. She seemed rather eager, so eager she couldn't sit. When Crispy entered, which was around a minute after she had arrived, he waved his hands to his guards, who quickly turned and left. Adelheidis smiled widely when she saw him and approached him by a few steps excitedly, although she kept her composure.

Crispy - Sorry for my lateness, I was dealing with matters regarding a missing colony. Adelheidis- ''Hello, Crispy. It is nice to meet you again.'' Crispy - ''Ah, miss Adelheidis! It's a pleasure to see you again. What may I do for you?'' Adelheidis - ''Please, call me Adel. I would like to discuss the future.'' Crispy - ''The future? Should we not be focussing on the present?''

Crispy chuckled rather casually while Adelheidis gave a short bout of laughter. She then looked to him and stepped a little closer, changing the tone of her voice.

Adelheidis - ''I would like to build a future where I am in control. With you.''

Upon hearing this, Crispy tilted his head and folded his arms, smiling rather casually as he tapped his foot. It seemed as if another fly had been caught into his charming web, alongside both Kalcedia and Medusa. He smiled, placing an expression of confusion upon his face.

Crispy - ''With me? Are we not building a better future together through contributing to each other's movements?''

Adelheidis moved closer to Crispy, looking towards his eyes as they slowly began to shine a red glow from his syndrome, which only really showed when he was excited or angry.

Adelheidis - I mean something more... Crispy - ''Something more? Please, could you elaborate further, I feel a little in the dark.''

She placed a hand on Crispy's shoulder. His scales were smooth, something rare amongst Zazane as they often had rugged or uncomfortable-to-touch skin, as well as scars that would often appear on the torso area from battles and conflicts. Crispy somehow managed to keep himself devoid of many serious scars, although the cybernetic enhancements across his body were signs that he was no stranger to the battlefield. He smiled as she placed her hand upon him.

Adelheidis - I'm sure I'm not the only one who has felt an attraction.

Crispy looked to her hand for a moment and then placed it within his own gently, before stretching her finger out and softly trailing his tongue from her nail to her knuckle before letting go of it.

Crispy - Love can be a very dangerous thing in this Universe, especially with the wrong people, miss Adel. Adelheidis - Danger is my middle name, Crispy. Crispy - If that is the case, I guess "preservation" is mine.

With that, Crispy slowly lifted Adelheidis off the ground in his arms without much effort, as if carrying her or cradling her within his arms. Adelheidis let out a sultry laugh, smiling as he did so. It was obvious he was a strong, independant individual who, despite seeming reckless in his personality, was definitely strong at both his heart and his brain.

Adelheidis - Oh Crispy! Crispy - ''I see no trouble with keeping you out of danger, sweet Adel. After all, a woman such as yourself doesn't deserve her time to come short. The Universe is a dangerous place, but that is something I shall change.'' Adelheidis - ''I'm glad we are on the same page, my sweet. I have a dream where we rule a galactic republic together. Nothing will stand against us.'' Crispy - ''Our future shall match the future of the Gigaquadrant. We shall become a unified, universal republic and all tyrants shall be culled for the greater good.''

Adelheidis kissed Crispy deeply, much to his surprise. For once, he had been taken off-guard, almost falling from the sudden kiss, although he managed to keep himself standing long enough for it to finish. Even though his eyes were half-closed, one could definitely see they were glowing the red shade brought on by his syndrome.

Adelheidis - I'm glad we see eye to eye. Crispy - Heh, I hope your tongue can persuade others as well as myself. Adelheidis - It always does. Crispy - I just hope your people will meet my people eye to eye as well as us, otherwise I do not know how we would ever accomplish our goals of unifying this realm of peril and treachery. Adelheidis - ''They will. By their own will or my own.'' Crispy - I love a woman who has a way with force, as well as words.

Crispy gently placed Adelheidis down, a wide grin upon his face as his tail swayed side to side rather happily. Adelheidis managed to take a glance at his eyes, but she did not care much for it, or rather, it added onto her affection for him. It gave him a somewhat powerful appearance, though not as a tyrant, but more of a truly powerful yet benevolent leader whose eyes could not contain the good within his soul. Adelheidis smiled and placed a hand upon his chest.

Adelheidis - ''Now, shall we... formalise our arrangement?'' Crispy - Luckily for you, I have new bedside covers for maximum formality.

Crispy approached the exit of the meeting room before looking over to Adelheidis and winked to her, as if gesturing her to come along with him in a rather suggestive manner. Adelheidis blushed as she smiled and approached him, taking his hand gently and looking up to him with a flirty expression upon her face. She then whispered.

Adelheidis - It would be my pleasure.

Reunion of Demons
It was a dark night as Crispy and Tagutan approached a political building of the planet's residents, a colonial check-up of the area ever since the loss of several colonies to an unknown source. The city was lit up brightly as there were buildings and vehicles everywhere.

Crispy - Lieutenant, I want you to do me a favour. Tagutan - Yes, sir? Crispy - ''I don't want you to join me when I'm in there. I fear you are becoming too dependant of me, lieutenant. You do not need to dedicate yourself to my orders. The point of this movement is to free the lives of people from dystopian orders under tyrant commands. I want you to wander around and see what we have accomplished.'' Tagutan - ''...I understand. I shall do so.'' Crispy - ''Thank you. I feel like I have been keeping you on a leash, I hope I'm not too strict.'' Tagutan - Don't think that, sir. I do what I do because I want to. Crispy - "Sir"? Tagutan - Ahem...Crispy.

Crispy smiled.

Crispy - ''How can you bring yourself to be called lieutenant all the time? Aren't you sick of it? Wouldn't you prefer me to call you by name?'' Tagutan - Well...I guess so. Crispy - Then why have you never said anything before? Tagutan - ''I don't really mind. And I don't want to bother you.'' Crispy - ''Tagutan...do you see me as your commander or as your friend? I want an honest answer.'' Tagutan - I prefer to see you as my commander, as my friends have the common habit of dying. Crispy - ''That is...a shame, Tagutan. I see you as a close friend of mine.'' Tagutan - I wish I could call you a friend but...the monster in my head makes me do things... Crispy - ''I...see. Just remember, if you have any complaints, just speak to me, Tagutan. I would rather not have you burdened.'' Tagutan - Please understand this is for your own protection, si-Crispy.

Crispy nodded to Tagutan and walked away into the building. Nearby was a local park, which was almost completely empty. Tagutan started to wander through it, his head lowered and a sad expression on his face. As Tagutan walked, a tall figure budged past him, the details of his face not exactly clear. The figure then turned round and grabbed Tagutan by his wing. Before he could react, the figure threw Tagutan across the park, slamming him into a tree.The tree was destroyed and came down crashing. Tagutan got back on his feet, shaking his head and growled.

Tagutan - ''How dare you! Reveal yourself!''

The figure stepped into the light and chuckled. It was. Tagutan looked at Mordati for an instant, before widening his eyes and stepping back.

Mordati - Mordati O'dat Tu'n Kai'Sler of the Ti'Oaru'Kedar. Tagutan - You have...the monster's power too. Mordati - ''"Monster"? How dare you refer to your true master in such a disrespectful manner.'' Tagutan - ''My only master is lord Crispy. If the monster sent you here to destroy me, then I'll bring an end to you.'' Mordati - ''"Crispy"? A man disgraced enough of his own name that he decides to cover it up with a pathetic excuse of an identity. Amusing, to say the least.'' Tagutan - ''How dare you insulting him, demon! If you wanted to provoke my wrath, then you succeeded!''

Tagutan opened his wings and flew, in an attempt to tackle Mordati, who smiled. As Tagutan prepared to tackle him, he was suddenly sent backwards by a foe that looked similar to a Zazane. Tagutan fell on his feet and looked at the Zazane in nearly disgust.

Tagutan - ...More of my kind under this curse? - A treacherous bug thinking he has the right to lay his filthy claws upon us. Tagutan - This is an insult...has the monster decided to play with me more than just mentally now? Varugr - ''Hmph, you're just a failed experiment. I do not see why the great would take interest in your pitiful existence.'' Mordati - It does not matter Varugr, all that matters is that he is dead by the end of tonight. Tagutan - ''Shu'ulathoi. That's how it's called, then? Well, you can go back to him and tell him to burn in Hell.''

Mordati chuckled.

Mordati - Too late.

Varugr stepped forward and clenched his claws before his monstrous tail lunged forwards towards Tagutan, who threw himself back to evade it.

Tagutan - Abomination! Varugr - Such a hypocrit.

Varugr chuckled to himself and flew into the air, drawing his blade. Tagutan drew his own, and launched himself on Varugr's direction. Varugr's tail managed to send itself upward, smacking Tagutan beneath his chin and knocking him off course as Varugr laughed, flying downwards. Tagutan was launched upwards, stunned, and his blade falling off his grasp. Varugr's blade pierced straight through Tagutan's chest before Varugr flew downwards and slammed Tagutan against the ground, standing over him.

Varugr - As I said, little more than a treacherous insect!

Tagutan coughed, bleeding severely. He opened his third eye and struggled, but found himself weakened by Varugr's presence.

Varugr - ''What is the matter? Is that really all you have?...Truly pathetic creature, I was expecting more of a fight.'' Tagutan - Your presence sickens me in several ways... Varugr - Your presence sickens me in every way, ugly animal.

Varugr began to punch Tagutan while laughing. However, Tagutan began to feel a very familiar presence as Varugr was suddenly sent flying backwards, straight into Mordati. Mordati's eyes widened as he jumped out of the way before he was hit. Standing behind Tagutan was a monstrous figure of monstrous proportions, with an incredibly terrifying aura. It was a powerful Zazane and fellow lieutenant;.

Tagutan - ''Ah, Shikan! I was wondering where you were.'' Mordati - What is the meaning of this?! Shikan - ..Know pain.

Shikan thrust himself forward and slammed a powerful fist against Varugr, making him cough up blood within a single strike.

Varugr - ''Urgh...aaargh! Get the hell away from me!''

Tagutan got back on his feet and attacked Varugr as well. Meanwhile, Mordati launched bolts of entropic energy at Shikan, who resisted his attacks.

Mordati - ''What is this? Your essence...overpowers mine?''

Shikan growled at Mordati and stepped forward, his body beginning to blaze a fiery black and red aura. Varugr was weakened significantly by Shikan's punch, a massive bruise on his stomach showed this. Shikan stared at Mordati silently before running forward and sending out his leg towards Mordati's face, launching him against a house, causing it to crumble over him. Meanwhile, Tagutan charged his power over his blade and stabbed through Varugr's chest. Varugr let out a screeching cry and punched Tagutan in the side of the head, knocking him back. Varugr held his wound and looked over to Mordati.

Varugr - W-We should retreat! Mordati - ''Curses...Mor'nations, come to your master's aid! Cover our escape!''

Mor'nation demons spawned and attacked the duo, while both Mordati and Varugr disappeared. Shikan looked to the demons and then slammed his mighty fists together, disintegrating them all within seconds. He looked over to Tagutan and approached him.

Tagutan - ''Good thing you arrived, Shikan. Those demons nearly killed me...good thing lord Crispy ordered me to not join him, otherwise he could have been hurt by all this.'' Shikan - You are hurt now. Tagutan - ''Don't worry, I'll be fine. I can heal myself. Can't say the same for this park though.''

Tagutan looked at all the destruction cuased by the fight. Shikan also looked around and saw the looks on people's faces as they all stared in shock and horror at his appearance.

Shikan - No death. Tagutan - Sorry you had to see this, folks.

A child approached Tagutan and looked at the wound on his chest. She could see straight through his chest and out the other end.

Child - ...Who are you? Tagutan - ''Me? Erm...I'm a soldier.'' Child - And...who were those people you were fighting? Tagutan - ''They were...erm...criminals! Yes, criminals. Bad people. But they're gone now.''

The child smiled and approached Tagutan, hugging his leg.

Child - You sent the bad people away!

Tagutan was startled by the hug. He showed surprise, and then smiled slighty.

Tagutan - ''Yes. They're not gonna bother your home again.'' Child - Err...about that...

The child pointed to the ruined house. Tagutan reacted with a little embarassment.

Tagutan - ''Oh...sorry about that. But don't worry, I bet I can get you a bigger house than that.'' Child - ''Really? Y-You'd do that?!'' Tagutan - ''Of course. As a soldier of the Golden Movement, I strive for the prosperity of everyone, kids included.''

An alien approached Tagutan, it appeared somewhat similar to the child. She smiled at Tagutan and took the child's hand.

Parent - Come on dear, I'm sure the nice man is tired after saving us from those nasty people. Tagutan - ''I'm sorry for your home. I'll get in contact with lord Crispy for the possibility of repaying the damage.'' Parent - ''It's no trouble at all, just try and be careful next time you get in a fight. And I'm not talking about the house. ''

The parent pointed at Tagutan's wound.

Tagutan - ''Oh, this? It's just a downside of a soldier's life. Nothing a good rest can't solve.'' Parent - Well, there's a hospital near by if you really need it...unless you're one of those Zazane that don't like hospitals...br> Tagutan - I got nothing against hospitals, but trust me, I don't need it.

The parent nodded and smiled at Tagutan, with the child waving goodbye as they walked away. Shikan turned to Tagutan.

Shikan - You look happy. Tagutan - ''Such an innocent child...It's been a while since I've last met an innocent person. Also, they appeared to see me as if I was one of them. They were not afraid.'' Shikan - ''You saved them. They had no need to fear you.'' Tagutan - ''I guess you're right...we should report back to Crispy. He should be aware of this.'' Shikan - ''Yes. The Corruptus have found us. We are no longer safe.'' Tagutan - ''That's how they are called? Hmpf. That's a fitting name.'' Shikan - ''I have heard stories. Tyraz had fought them once.'' Tagutan - ''Tyraz. Ugh. I wouldn't be surprised if that demon was involved in all this. Sending those two after us could have well been an attempt to kill lord Crispy.'' Shikan - You think Tyraz sent them? Tagutan - ''Tyraz is a demon. Who knows what connections he has?''

Shikan shook his head and walked towards the building Crispy was in, leaving Tagutan a few steps behind.