Fiction:Second Borealis Galactic War/Prologue

This is the prologue of the.

=Prologue to Destruction=

The Perfect Fate Comes
In a realm outside of the third dimension entirely,, the mastermind behind the wars in the late , arrived through a portal he had created. He landed on the nearest solid ground he saw, in the purple void-like dimension, and bent a knee as he awaited his master's orders. He was filled with excitement, his million years patience was about to finally pay off. Appearing before him was a sleek, tall with features resembling a : it was, one of Durzhan's masters. He floated in front of the, his four arms crossed around themselves as he opened his eyes and spoke.


 * Kolossus - Ah, Durzhan. I see you fare well.
 * Durzhan - Yes, master. My patience shall reward all of us in time.
 * Kolossus - Our Emperor has given the word, Durzhan. The Perfect Fate approaches.

A smile formed on Durzhan's face, as he looked up at Kolossus. He rose from his knees, and levitated.


 * Durzhan - Tell me what I must do to bring it about. This timeline shall be ours.
 * Kolossus - All in due course. Our mutual superiors would not want things rushed. But you are to see to it that the Ottzelloans will achieve the Fate reserved to them. To aid you, we grant you some, let's call them, gifts.

Kolossus opened his arms and snapped his fingers. By his side manifested two individuals, one a, another a. They were familiar faces to Durzhan: and. Durzhan looked at them both, then back at Kolossus, and nodded his head.


 * Durzhan - Good. I shall put them to use.
 * Kolossus - This galaxy must be plunged into war for the Fate to be achieved. See that it is done. Make contact with our fellow demon followers of the, for I am confident they will be willing to assist you.
 * Durzhan - I know exactly how I shall achieve the Fate. I know how to make the Ottzelloans willing. I shall play on their weakness, their emotions. The feeling of hopeless. Of fear. They will lust for revenge, and pray for their survival. And then, only then, will they be willing. I shall toy with them, and they shall give me what I want. They shall want it too.
 * Kolossus - I see you and I follow similar trails of thought. However, be warned. There have been certain... complications. An obstacle stands in the Perfect Fate's path.
 * Durzhan - Then we shall use it to our advantage. It, too, shall play with the weaknesses of the Ottzelloans, and of this pitiful galaxy.
 * Kolossus - The so-deemed Vague Fate seeks to usurp us of our Perfect Fate. See that it fails to accomplish that.
 * Durzhan - I shall sow mistrust amongst the Borealis natives. I shall use the war of this dystopian galaxy to my advantage. No Vague Fate shall stop the Perfect Fate.
 * Kolossus - Emperor Zargoth will be proud of our work. Or at least, as much as he can demonstrate. Now go, the three of you, for you have much to do.

With this, Kolossus's form was engulfed in darkness as he teleported away, leaving Durzhan and the others to their own devices. Durzhan looked at them both once more, and grinned, then turned away as he opened a portal for them back to the third dimension.


 * Durzhan - Let us plunge this galaxy into the longest war it has sufferred in its timeline.

Baptarion's New Friend
Chipping noises came from Zion, the, as it landed upon a pile of datapads after it had flown around the room for so long, the cyborg animal watching its owner while waving its long tail curiously. Hard at work, a filled with cybernetic implants used the equipment built into his right eye to analyze a piece of extremely old machinery placed upon his desk. His robotic eyeball continuously zoomed in and out as he read through the intricate design of the object as a faint grin grew on his scarred face, and he immediately made notes on a nearby computer. He was Baptarion Variel Tarcanite, otherwise known simply as Baptarion Light, and he was perhaps the only Radeon inhabitant of the. A former archaeologist of the defunct, he was frozen alive while fighting over ancient relics with space pirates hundreds of years in the past, and only recently was discovered and given life again by colonists. Since then, he pledged his allegiance to the Collective and grew contempt for all other Radeons, believing them to have abandoned him.

He was content to himself as he came to the conclusion the object under his study was, in fact, an old piece of armor belonging to the elusive Cold Ones, the mysterious precursors of Borealis who created the Cold Relays.


 * Baptarion - Finally. I was tired of false flags.
 * Zion - *chip chip chip*
 * Baptarion - Oh, have I forgotten to fill your water bowl? I'm getting a bit too focused on the job.

The injuries Baptarion had suffered in his battle with the pirates forced Collective medics to give him emergency enhancements at the risk of death, leading to the Radeon's cybernetic appearance. While he could opt for upgraded and more aesthetically pleasant enhancements, he never bothered to, much to the skepticism of his co-workers. Perhaps it served as a memento of some description to him.

At this moment, the door to his laboratory opened as several armored individuals entered, escorting a woman. Baptarion did not enjoy company, but as he turned his head to see who it was, he stumbled on his feet as he quickly saluted: it was Kientesa Nolet, one of the Supreme Advisors of the Collective, who was being escorted by warriors of the Royal Guard.


 * Baptarion - M-Miss Nolet! I had not expected you to be at Kurithora!
 * Kientesa - At ease, Baptarion. I am here today for a matter of political discussion. However, I have a message from to you.
 * Baptarion - A message from the capital?
 * Kientesa - Indeed. I take you are aware of ?
 * Baptarion - The angel-kinda thing who took residence at the capital after the demon war?
 * Kientesa - The same. She has a mission to you. You are to meet her at the spaceport in one hour.
 * Baptarion - This is a bit sudden but... okay. I'll be there.
 * Kientesa - Speaking of which, there is another matter to talk about. I take you are also aware of the growing threat of the Devourer's Chosen. They have taken over dozens of colonies with no sign of slowing down, and Commandant Arberkul Mozuli is deemed missing in action since the last attack.
 * Baptarion - What about it?
 * Kientesa - It will take for the Plazith territory to send reinforcements and decide what to do with the threat. All other commandants are either missing or gone. Therefore, the position of Commandant now belongs to you.

Baptarion's working eye widened as he took a step back. He had definitely not expected such news.


 * Baptarion - ... B-but I'm an archaeologist, not a soldier!
 * Kientesa - I'm afraid there is no way. You have a record of being a capable fighter. You possess the strength of a and the psychic powers of your people. I'm sure you'll fare well.
 * Baptarion - For Spode's sake... Do I have no choice?
 * Kientesa - I'm afraid we are coming close to desperate times, which require desperate measures. Be at the spaceport in an hour.

The Deldor Advisor bowed to the Radeon as her and her guards left the room, leaving Baptarion visibly frustrated in his office. He facepalmed as his pet Iolestin flew at him and wrapped itself around his head.


 * Baptarion - This is gonna be one of those days.

The hour passed as Baptarion made his way to the spaceport, where he waited for the arrival of Thea'Nhirara. The descent of the passenger vessel was the first warning that the angel was there, followed by the aura of light emitted by her as she walked out. Baptarion raised his eyebrow as he watched her approach him, not due to her but due to the person at her side: she held the hand of a child, who she guided with her. A short male with scruffy blonde hair that was tied into a partial ponytail at the rear and wearing a short, sleeveless jacket with a fur-tipped hood and form-fitting blue shorts - what caught the Radeon's eye in particular upon the otherwise unremarkable specimen were the cybernetic prosphetic in place of his left arm and the optical implant embedded where his left eye should have been. Strapped upon his belt was a sheathed vibroblade, clearly an augmented model that was forged to serve as a superior equivalent to the archaic katana.

The child looked down at his feet while he held the angelic figure's hand, initially hiding his face away from Baptarion's view and incapable of looking the Radeon in the eye.


 *  - Mom... Who's that?
 * Thea'Nhirara - This is Baptarion.
 * Baptarion - Uh... Miss Thea'Nhirara. You said you had a mission for me.
 * Thea'Nhirara - Yes. I'd like you to meet Hachiman.
 * Hachiman - H-Hello Bap... B-Bap... Sir.
 * Baptarion - ... And you're presenting me this kid for what reason?
 * Thea'Nhirara - He will be your charge. Until I return, you are to take care of him.
 * Baptarion - ... What?! I am an archaeologist, not a babysitter!
 * Hachiman - What's an arch... archy... F-Forget it. I don't think he likes me very much, Mom.

Thea'Nhirara leaned forward, her body stretching itself as she glared at Baptarion in the eyes. The Radeon's own eyes widened as he took a step back.


 * Thea'Nhirara - This child is important to me. Important. You will do as I tell you, and you will ensure his safety. Otherwise, you will wish you had done it.
 * Baptarion - Ngh! Okay, fine, geez! Just stop looking at me like that.

Thea'Nhirara leaned back to her normal stance before turning to Hachiman. She leaned down and stood one knee on the ground as she passed her hand through his head.


 * Thea'Nhirara - Okay, Hachi. You're gonna stay with Baptarion for a while, so you can train for the destiny mom has always told you about. It is here in this galaxy where you will grow into the valiant man you are meant to be.
 * Hachiman - Aw, Mom, you're gonna make me blush in front of the mouse man... How long will you be gone for? When will I get to see you again?
 * Thea'Nhirara - Soon, my dear. Mommy will come back when time is right.
 * Baptarion - Listen, lady, this is still not a good idea. I just got drafted to war an hour ago. Am I supposed to take this twerp with me to the battlefield?... How old even is this girl?

The boy's brow furrowed and he turned towards Baptarion, pointing his cybernetic finger at the Radeon while his face reddened as if he had gone straight from embarassed to angered in but a matter of moments. Despite having been shy just a few seconds before, Hachiman had suddenly shown his temper for what it was.


 * Hachiman - Hey, I'm not a girl! I'm a boy! And I'm not a twerp either; at least I'm not a boring, stinky old man!

The young Tā proceeded to cross his arms, pout, and stick his tongue out at Baptarion without regard for his mother seeing his rather immature and brash behaviour. The Radeon's brow narrowed as he clenched his own cybernetic fist, shaking it at Hachiman.


 * Baptarion - Why, you little flea bag, I should-
 * Thea'Nhirara - The two of you will behave. Now.
 * Hachiman - B-But but Moooom... He called me a girl and a twerp--
 * Thea'Nhirara - For the first and last time if he enjoys having skin. Now, promise you'll be good.
 * Hachiman - Aw... I promise-- Wait, can I have a truck load of sweets when you come back if I'm on my beeest behaviour~?
 * Thea'Nhirara - Hm hm. You just might.
 * Hachiman - I promise to be good!
 * Thea'Nhirara - This galaxy is filled with danger. I want you to be careful and to use everything me and Aunt Macin have taught you. Use your gift.
 * Hachiman - I will, Mom! Don't worry; I'll make sure that all the good guys are safe and that the bad guys will be exter... e-exter... That the bad guys will lose!

The young abhuman proceeded to raise an arm and gesture a thumbs-up to his mother, smiling brightly as he looked up at her without a hint of fear in his determined expression. The angelic figure smiled as she wrapped her arms around the boy in a warm hug, delivering a kiss to his forehead as she did so. The boy blushed and he looked at his feet, his shy expression returning on his face while he hugged his mother back with his small arms.


 * Hachiman - Mooom... N-Not in front of the mouse man...
 * Thea'Nhirara - Take care, my dear... When I return, you will be a new man.

With this, Thea'Nhirara let go of Hachiman and turned back to Baptarion, nodding to him before making her way back to the vessel that brought her. The Radeon had his arms crossed with an expression of displeasure and extreme confusion as he looked back at Hachiman.


 * Baptarion - ... So, you any good with a broom?
 * Hachiman - Oh, I don't think a broom will be nece... n-neces... I don't need a broom. And for the record, Mom lets me have pizza and sweets whenever I want, I decide my own bedtime, and I can browse the Net for as long as I need.

The Radeon let out a mocking chuckle as he squat down in front of Hachiman.


 * Baptarion - Not under my wing, boy. If I have to live with you, I'm gonna make you useful. You wanting it or not.
 * Hachiman - H-Hey, that's not f-fair! I... I-I'm a guest! A-And I have a destiny set out for me! Y-You can't make me your slave!
 * Baptarion - ... Slave? Why, the nerve. I'm not going to make you a slave, kid. I'm going to make you earn your place. I'm being forced to do this as much as you.
 * Hachiman - M-Man, you're even scarier w-when you're up close. ... M-Mom just had to drop me off with you and not one of those rich, p-pretty girls.
 * Baptarion - Break any of my equipment or relics and then you'll see how scary I can get. Now come on. I need to find a place for you to sleep somehow.