Fiction:Her Mongrel Wolf

Old Friends Meet Again
January 2796. left 's team after spending nearly 2 years fighting the. Having discovered certain details about his conception, he had grown tired of adventuring and wanted some time for himself, to train and think of what to do next. Being taken by Kicathian authorities back to his residence, he found out he had been invited to spend some time at the capital of  by the  advisor. Kezoreg had not visited New Draka since he was two years old, and that was the place where he had met the first person who ever had considered him a friend. Calling for Brood escorts and a personal vessel to allow him transportation, much to his grizzled father's dismay, Kezoreg was swiftly delivered to the Milky Way in order to be deposited to New Draka - the one place other than the battlefield where he felt comfortable. The journey took several days at most, through which he spent much of his time sleeping and recalling pleasant memories, or memories he at least found pleasant anyway.

Upon his arrival, Kezoreg immediately saw the clean blue skies of Realitia, the capital of the planet. A warm breeze of air hit him as he left the spaceship, ad waiting for him at a distance was Windey herself, accompanied by, the Dracogonarious Royal Marechal. Kezoreg approached Windey and the Royal Marechal with a smile on his face - not of spite or mischief, but of comfort and genuine glee. He had certainly grown since he had last set foot upon this world, having gained various scars and minor aesthetic defects caused by battle, yet he still maintained a youthful look in his eyes.


 * Windey - Welcome to New Draka! I'm glad you accepted my invitation. I see you've grown a lot since I last saw you.
 * Kezoreg - Bah, I missed the blue skies here. Everywhere else is either a miserable pit or a graveyard, it's nice to have some change.
 * Windey - Aren't you gonna greet Kezoreg, Jerkon?
 * Jerkon - ...Hm? Salutations. I am busy.
 * Kezoreg - Busy? Busy with what?
 * Jerkon - Terrorist attacks. I am here to resupply my ship and leave as soon as possible.
 * Kezoreg - Heh. Terrorists, eh? Well don't you worry your pretty little head, Marechal, since New Draka just received one of the biggest badasses in the entire Gigaquadrant at its doorstep.

Jerkon looked at Kezoreg with a raised eyebrow, before turning and walking away.


 * Windey - J-just ignore him, Kezoreg. I didn't call you here to worry about military things. I called you here because is in need of some company.

Kezoreg turned towards Windey, his wide grin vanishing and replaced with an expression of concern, a slight frown. He approached a step closer, resting a hand at the back of his head to scratch, raising an eyebrow.


 * Kezoreg - She is?
 * Windey - Yes. She is devoted to her role of being empress, but...she's overextending herself. She is growing ill, and she has no friends but you. So I was wondering if you could help her.
 * Kezoreg - Gah, idiot. I told her she'd grow up to be some ponsy glorified secutary if she stayed inside all day. 
 * Windey - ...I'm afraid you're right. I didn't even warn here you were coming to make her a surprise, and the last time I saw her, she had locked herself in her room to study a mountain of documents.
 * Kezoreg - How long ago has it been since then?
 * Windey - A few hours.
 * Kezoreg - Time to pay a visit, in that case! Just show me the way!
 * Windey - Just follow me.

Windey led Kezoreg to the way of a flying car. At this point, Jerkon was already nowhere to be seen. As the made their way to the imperial palace, Kezoreg could look down at the heavily populated city. In front of the palace itself was the state of a mighty angelic giant, something Kezoreg himself was not familiar with. As they landed and made their way inside, Windey led the way to Maryah's chamber, and Kezoreg could look around and recognize the halls and corridors he went through on his first visit to the planet long ago. Kezoreg, not one for the finer arts and tastes, had grown somewhat tired of such royal displays although he nonetheless appreciated the efforts placed into arrangement and layout of the decorations that adorned and brightened these hallways. There was something about the atmosphere of this grand home that made him feel different, something that made him feel more... relaxed.

As they arrived to the doors of Maryah's chamber, Windey put her hand on an identification device located next to it to get it open. Not bothering to wait for the device to register and identify Windey's genetic imprint and code, Kezoreg stepped forward and launched a foot towards the doors. The force of his kick devastated the magnetic gadgetry that kept the doors locked, throwing them outward and almost completely unleashing them from their hinges with a loud thud.


 * Windey - ...Don't do that.
 * Kezoreg - Sorry, Mrs. S. I just feel a little... eager.

With the doors open, they could both see Maryah with her head on a desk while being surrounded by large piles of data pads. Kezoreg marched forward, observing Maryah with her head against the desk she was sat at. The room was indeed messy and disorganized, and it appeared to have been this way for a while, although Kezoreg liked it that way somewhat. With a wide smirk across his face as he made his approach, he slammed his hands loudly on the desk and yelled as shockingly as he could.


 * Kezoreg - Wake up, idiot!!

Maryah jolted up, and barely conscious of her surroundings, sent her hand at Kezoreg and delivered at slap at his cheek. Kezoreg was taken off-guard and was sent to the floor from the surprising strength of her swipe, although he quickly regained what composure he had and stood up as fast as he could, touching the cheek she had attacked while chuckling to himself. Maryah shook her head in confusion for several moments until she looked at Kezoreg again, finally recognizing him.


 * Maryah - ...Kezoreg?
 * Kezoreg - Welcome back to real life, sweetheart!
 * Maryah - Eh?...How...when...?
 * Kezoreg - That's what I wanted to ask you, bozo.
 * Windey - I'll leave you both alone now. When you're hungry, Maryah can show you the royal kitchen.
 * Maryah - Mother, wait!

Windey closed the doors behind her as she left. Maryah looked at Kezoreg with a worried look. She did not know how to react or talk to him. Kezoreg took a large step forward and placed his hands on the desk again, smiling widely at Maryah with narrowed eyes. While to anybody else this would have looked threatening or intimidating, Maryah had already seen this glare several times and knew not to fear it.


 * Maryah - I...I have work to do...
 * Kezoreg - That's it? No "how are you", no "what have you been up to", no "why the fuck are you in my office"?
 * Maryah - Uh...uh...sorry...
 * Kezoreg - Gah, what's the matter with you? Koda got your tongue? Speak up!
 * Maryah - I-I don't know...!
 * Kezoreg - Baah! You make me wanna explode!

Maryah cowered herself and let out a yelp. Kezoreg grunted and grasped ahold of Maryah's shoulders before pulling her forward, looking her straight in the eyes.


 * Kezoreg - Well? What's all this? Aren't you gonna tell me what your work is?

Maryah looked deep into Kezoreg's eyes for several moments until she finally managed to speak again.


 * Maryah - I...I missed you...
 * Kezoreg - Heh, I missed you as well, princess...
 * Maryah - Actually, it's queen now...
 * Kezoreg - Princess, queen, whatever. I still missed you. ...How come you haven't been calling me?!
 * Maryah - I don't...really know where you live now...and I've been busy...being queen and all.
 * Kezoreg - That's no excuse, princess!
 * Maryah - Yes it is...and it's queen! Not princess!

Kezoreg leaped onto the desk, kicking off various gadgets and devices with his feet while he folded his arms, looking down at Maryah with a hot-blooded stare, wearing a grin. Maryah could now see Kezoreg to his full extent, dressed in a hybrid of Zazane-Kicathian armour with his Kicathian blade suspended in a sheath upon his side.


 * Kezoreg - Oh yeah? What're you gonna do about it, pinch my cheek?!
 * Maryah - My stuff! What the hell is wrong with you?!
 * Kezoreg - Take a good long look, princess! While I've been out fighting the worst the Gigaquadrant and beyond has had to throw at me, you've been inside, lazing about and pushing pens all day for the past decade!
 * Maryah - I have an empire to lead! I was created to do this!
 * Kezoreg - That's not an excuse! You're a person, not a machine!

Maryah put her head down and held on it, as if she was in pain.


 * Maryah - I need to do this...the people need me...
 * Kezoreg - Who the hell do you think you are?! The Marechal?! Why's everybody a goddamned workaholic in this empire?!
 * Maryah - I am the queen...it's my responsibility to lead. If I don't do a good job at that, then I'm worthless for my people.

Kezoreg made a gesture with his hand as Maryah spoke, almost mocking her as she did before jumping from the desk and landing on top of her, knocking her to the floor while he sat up and looked down at her, his arms still folded. Maryah yelped and her eyes widened as she found herself pinned down.


 * Kezoreg - Just because you're a queen doesn't mean you can stay inside and write 'yes or no's' all the time, princess! Screw the damn people!
 * Maryah - N-no. I'm here to serve the people...get off of me!
 * Kezoreg - Not until you admit to how much of a lifeless dork you've become, princess! What does all these things say anyway?

Kezoreg went to grab some of the datapads and read through them, grunting as he did as he was quickly bored of the subjects that had been issued onto them, throwing them across the room once he was done with them.


 * Kezoreg - Anti-cloning petitions, food activists, animal petitions, new spaceship designs, additional residential appliances, blah blah blah! Look at all this!
 * Maryah - I-it's my duty as queen! Get off of me now!
 * Kezoreg - I didn't come all the way here just for you to go back to writing papers! I'm not getting off unless you make me!
 * Maryah - Nnngh! Get off...of me!

Maryah grabbed Kezoreg by his arms and threw him to her side, causing them both to roll over the floor until Maryah was on top of the Zazane herself. Kezoreg grunted as he was pinned to the ground and looked up at Maryah, his eyes widening as he looked up at her curiously.


 * Maryah - I am queen. Queen! You best remember that!
 * Kezoreg - Hehe, what was that, princess? I think I've forgotten already!
 * Maryah - Ugh! You're a pain!
 * Kezoreg - Kiss my ass! You wanna take this outside?!
 * Windey - How are you two getting along, kids?

Windey returned, opening the doors to see the messy room and Maryah standing on top of Kezoreg on the floor. The Spinker advisor looked at the scene in silence while Maryah froze in place. Kezoreg turned to Windey with a surprised expression, blushing black across his face as he looked upon Maryah's mother. He too had frozen where he laid. After seconds of awkward silence, Windey closed the doors and walked away.


 * Windey - Perhaps this wasn't such a good idea.