Fiction:The Shattering/Realm of Giants

Until it can be decided at a later date, this story shall happen at an indeterminate point in history --- Vetarion was looking at a screen showing the Brood Fleet. In the centre whas the Ghost of the Warrior Tyraz's personal flagship. Vetarion himself was observing the fleet answering reports mentioning unidentified vessels, information provided by The New Dawn. Paranoid that such reports were related to Volkarus, Tyraz had personalyl travelled to Segmentum Exterioris himself, unaware of the magnitude of what he was hurtling into.

Vetarion stood with a smile and with his arms folded. Smugly chucking as though this was all a game to him. He was standing within a throne chamber fitted into a ship he was using for the Onuris invasion. Kragh was also within Vetarion's throne room, watching the screen from a distance while sharpening Anarchy with his bare claws. Vetarion tilted himself to lean his head in Kragh's direction, with still some focus on the screen.

Vetarion - ''So this Tyraz fellow, do you think he'll be any challenge? According to our spies, he's supposed to be a descendant of Zagdala.'' Kragh - ''He's supposed to be one of the strongest Zazane. He had better be a challenge. Do you believe he is a descendant of a false god?'' Vetarion - ''Makes for a better ancestry than most. I say during our attack we warp over there and nab him, smack him out cold.''

Kragh chuckled to himself and placed Anarchy back in its sheath. Vetarion was not above dirty tactics, but all Kragh was really interested in was seeing of Tyraz really was a challenge.

Kragh - Dishonourable tactics. Vetarion - ''You want him dead? I did make a promise to bring him back to our father. besides, you know me.'' Kragh - ''Beat him into submission. If he is a challenge, may as well find out now.''

Vetarion strolled to a rack at the back of the room. he picked up his corrupted scythe up his scythe andturned ot his brother with a devious smile spread across his face. he was eager for action, and the time to stroke was quickly approaching. Kragh stood up in anticipation and rolled his shoulders back.

Vetarion - Ready to see what this man is capable of? Kragh - Hah, I hope this man is enough to prove what I am capable of.

With a smirk Vetarion gave the call. Out of nowhere a battlefleet emerged out of cloak on an intercept course with the Brood fleet. Kragh's fleet, known as the Shatterfleet, materialized alongside Vetarion's own fleet. They were packed with weaponry and armour and were leading the assault. The Brood ships were taken off guard as the Shatterfleet fired an infernal volley. Aboard the dommand deck of the Ghost of the Warrior, Tyraz looked to a radar screen and saw the new signatures detected. His eyes widened in surprise that two fleets had emerged out of nowhere and began decimating the Brood fleet. The ship rocked from Shidium gunfire. The coomand was alive with panicked shouting as the deck's crew attempted o regain control of the situation.

Tyraz - ''W-What...? Khaxvis have managed to develope cloaking technology...more efficient than Brood radars?''

Amidst the itense firefight, Vetarion teleported a few doors down from Tyraz's location. Vetarion caught a squad of Zazane by surprise as he materialised in a flash of black vapour. Before they had much chance to fire back, he swung his scythe elegantly. The corrupted energies of the scythe's edge sliced nto just as surface flesh, but cut deep within their bodies, as though the sharpness of the blade extended to the air around it, causing blood vessel ruptures in the Brood soldiers surrounding him. Brood soldiers collapsed near-silently as blood burst from their bodies. Kragh's own aura melted armour and weaponry, smirking devilishly as he swung his sword with little force, causing a tremour across the ship. Screams of pain echoed down the halls as the soldiers could feel the molten armour burning into their skins. The bulkheads began to glow orange from the heat as Kragh's sowrd cut the ship apart.

CLoser to the command deck, Vetarion tore his way into the hall. he slowly walked down it, brushing his hands against the bulkhead and sending a surge of electricity across the corridor. Any Zazane caught wthin spasmed out. collpasing to the floor with jittering noises escaping fro mtheir mouths. Vetarion simply watched with a sadicstically gleeful smile plastered across his snout.

Kragh - <<''Vetarion, be careful when you reach the door. Don't want a replay of last time.''>> Vetarion - <>

Vetarion walked down the hall and stood at the door to the command chamber. As he approached, the door flung off its hinges, bashing into Vetarion. Out of a hasty form of self defence, Vetarion raised his arm but was knocked ot the fllor by the flying door. Tyraz Breek, his aura flaring a demonic red, stepped out of the door way and stared at the invaders. Vetarion looked down his torso and was surprised at jsut how small his attacker was. Tyraz stared at the invader and growled as he saw what vile amalgamation he was of Zazane and Draconis.

Vetarion - ''Wll... Youre not what I expected.'' Tyraz - ...What in the name of Shyrak are you? Vetarion - ''Wait, Isn't it obvious? We are your successors.'' Tyraz - You look like something from a children's book. Vetarion - Umm, excuse me?

Vetarion pulled himself to his feet and stood towering over Tyraz.

Tyraz - You're not the biggest enemy I've faced. I demand you identify yourselves by name and empire of origin. Vetarion - Where are my manners. I am Vetarion Virios, prince of Kordan Rex of the Draconizane Dominion.

Tyraz raised an eyebrow and leaned forward slightly.

Tyraz - ''...Draconizane...Dominion? Am I hearing this right?'' Vetarion - Usually people bow right about now... Tyraz - I'm not one of your female escorts.

Vetarion leaned downward with a disturbing smile on his face.

Vetarion - ''Male, female, usually it doesn't matter. But yes, you heard me correctly. Now, I've been asked if you could join us back home.'' Tyraz - Hmph, why should I?

Tyraz grunted and stepped forward. However, he looked upon Kragh, who shoved past Vetarion, and Tyraz instantly stepped back, very concerned at the look of the two abominations that stood in front of him.

Vetarion - Y'know, I almsot had him! Tyraz - What sort of abominations are you...? Vetarion - I tried telling you. Kragh - Demigod Prince Kragh Virios of the Draconizane Dominion, son of the Emperor Eternal Kordan Rex!

After his brief show of ego, Kragh stepped forward. Tyraz merely growled and drew his Firesword. However, Kragh swung Anarchy, knocking Tyraz back into his throne room, against a wall. TYraz slammed into the wall with a grunt as Kragh paced into the room ,Anarchy burning fiercely as he had a look of disdain on his face.

Kragh - ...So this is all this Universe has to offer...Such a shame, I was looking forward to a challenge for once. Vetarion - Well I tried diplomacy.

Vetarion unsheathed his scythe and in a blink he stood right in front of him. As the scythe came down on Tyraz, he looked up at Vetarion and grabbed the scythe by its blade as it came down on him. Tyraz grunted and began to sweat under the pressure. Vetarion looked at Tyraz's efforts and found them entertaining he flicked his scythe vigorously to throw Tyraz off, who unfortunately managed to turn the tides somewhat and threw Vetarion away, although not hard enough for him to land into a wall. Kragh responded by slamming Tyraz's head into the ground. Vetarion stumbled as he hit the floor merely a few metres from Kragh and Tyraz. He grunted as he stood up, somewaht irritated. Kragh kept Tyraz against the ground before throwing him to Vetarion.

Kragh - Hit him, don't lose your focus!

Vetarion swung his arm and smacked Tyraz to the side with the back of his fist hitting Tyraz squarely in the cheek. Before he realised what was going on, Tyraz found himself flying into another wall but before he impacted it, Vetarion materialised in front of him and threw a strong knee-jerk at his chin, Sending him upwards. Tyraz hit the ceiling and found himself stuck into it, as shards fell to the ground and cracks appeared all over the ceiling.

Tyraz was bleeding copious amounts of blood from his crest and face. Panting as Vetarion looked up at him, a boastful laugh escaping his jaws.

Vetarion - Had enough yet, pipsqueak?

With spite, Tyraz spat out some blood onto Vetarion's crest. With a growl he attempted to initiate his Demon Form as he became peeled off and fell from the ceiling. However, before his transformation could complete, Kragh ran up and slammed an armoured, spiked fist into Tyraz's stomach, sending him into the nearest ornament. The impact almost destroyed the ornament and Tyraz was knocked unconscious from the awkaward impact with the ornament's decoration. He hit the ground breathing and bleeding heavily. In his hand, Vetarion summoned a large sack big enough to fit Tyraz inside and hewalked over to the injured Zazane.

Kragh - ''Hmph, I am severely disappointed. But else what can you expect from scum?''

Vetarion pulled him out from the rubble and dropped him unceremoniously inside the sack, feeling stasfied with thimself as he tightened the string.

Vetarion - ''So true. Imagine the nerve he had when he talked back to me like that.'' Kragh - ''Hmph, perfect hunting. Aside from the fact he managed to get the better of you several times.'' Vetarion - ''At least I got to re-arrange his face a bit. That'll teach the git I think.'' Kragh - ''Hmph, come on. Don't want to keep the old man waiting, otherwise he'll start complaining as always.''

Vetarion looked about the smashed remains of the throne room. His eyes daring about with curiosity and wondering waht to do with their new trophy.

Vetarion - ''What should we do with this? A spoil of war perhaps?'' Kragh - ''Hmph, melt it down into spare parts later on, I say. Unless the old man wants to do something else with this...relic.'' Vetarion - ''He might keep it as a trophy. But yes, we should contact him.''

The two of them returned to Vetarion's dreadnought and placed Tyraz in a secure storage unit. Before leaving the sector the Dominion fleet decimated the Brood fleet and used tractor beams to tether the Ghost Of The Warrior to the fleet. Scavenger ships collected the rermains of the fleet to take back to their own universe. In the ensuing battle many soldiers had takien Zaane body parts as trophies. But in a flash they were gone, all that remained of the onslaught was a naval graveyard in deep space.