Fiction:Da Reckoning

"EVENTUALLY DA PROPHECY WILL BE REALISED. DA WHOL GIGAQUADRANT WILL BELONG TO DA LORONZ. WE IS GONNA SMASH EVRYON EVA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!"

Da Reckoning is the name of the war affecting the entire universe, primarily taking place in the, in which began a crusade to purge the entire universe of any non- life. Meanwhile, the rest of the galaxy fought the Rogue Boyz in order to restore the after its destruction at the hands of the Rogue Boyz prior. The deadliest the Loron had ever been, the conflict that followed would cost the lives of many factions.

About
This is a collaborative fiction in which anyone is free to participate, created by Technobliterator. It serves as the conclusion to the Rogue Saga, as well as a conclusion to the much of the story arch of the - though its plot will be much less intricate, and the themes more focused on a single antagonist, the Loron. Around half of the story will be told from their perspective, while the other half told be the participants who fight against the Loron. Like a typical Loron story, the plot will be at times bizarre and comical, though there will be more grounded and serious aspects.

Participants can join by simply writing sections or being involved in the collaboratively written roleplay sections. Though this time around the Loron are a formidable foe, the war is still a fun war in which the antagonists are goofballs. Anyone is open to join, though asking first is preferred.

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Rules
There are only a few rules, and failing to adhere to them will result in your participation being suspended.
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 * 2) No belittling of factions involved. As barbaric as they are, the Loron are a very potent threat now with stronger weaponry than in the past and are very brutal fighters that are over double the size and strength of a human. Further reading can be found on their pages, but just trust us, they're not easy to defeat.
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 * 5) Remember, at the end of the day, even though they are now a threat to intergalactic peace and their weaponry and strength in combat is not to be underestimated, the Loron are still an empire of goofy space chavs who eat pizza and listen to space rap. Which is to say: this war is ultimately about just having fun. Feel free to be as comedic as you like, and there are literally no limits on how insane your addition can be.

Rogue Boyz Prolog: Alreedy A Deemun
heard voices in his head. Voices crying out in terror as he tore people apart limb from limb. Voices of his own Loron as they were slaughtered by UNO, by, by Ref'kolar. And voices screaming out as smashed their skulls. He could hear them as if they were happening before his eyes. And he could smell the stench of the bloodied corpses of Loron, of Gratz'kaoz' disgusting skin which hadn't showered in his entire life, of machine oil burning. He could taste the blood of his enemies, and of his own wounds. And what hurt him the most...he could taste the blood of his old mentor. As if it were still happening, right before.

Fre'kloar awoke, screaming in terror. Within, he realised he'd had another nightmare. Another anxiety attack, which hit him daily as any memories of his old life resurfaced before him. He cried out as the other Loron stared at him.


 * Fre'kloar - gah...da dreems...DEY KEEP HAPPENIN!!!!
 *  - MATE CAN YA STOP SCREEMIN LIKE A LITTEL GIRL WES TRYIN TA REST AND YOR ALL "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!" AGEN
 * Fre'kloar - it haunts me...evry time...i can feel da wars all ova agen like deyr not ova...
 *  - fre'kloar man its been wat, eight yeers? its time ta get ova it alredy
 * Fre'kloar - YOO DUNNO WAT ITS LIKE. DA HORROR OF WAR...DA PAIN AFTA...I CAN STILL FEEL IT...IT STILL LINGERS!!!! no one knos our pain. da pain of TROO SOLDIAS. only grak'tona undastands. yoo kno wat its like ta lose somfin deer to yoo...yoo lost da crown.
 * Grak'tona - i did but i kinda got anotha one ages ago tho
 * Fre'kloar - gah...whai does NO ONE CARE...WHAI???? DATS IT...IM GONNA REVIVE JOL'KIAR!!!!
 *  - Because that went well last time, didn't it? I don't get your issue. You're a Loron, you're supposed to be hardwared into loving war.
 * Fre'kloar - I DUN CARE WAT YA SAY. IM GONNA ASK BRAG. HELL FIX DIS...I NEED JOLKIAR BAK!!!
 * Hagto'Zhl - NO. YOO SHUT YA MOUFF. YOR NOT GONNA DISGRACE JOLKIARS TRAININ BY REVIVIN HIM

Fre'kloar, now a Sikka Boy, got up out of bed and ran towards. He lifted him out, and shook him violently waking him.


 * Fre'kloar - GIMME TIME POWAS!!!!! LET ME GO BAK AN SAVE JOLKIAR!!!!
 * Brag'klogga - WAT DA HEL??? NO DATS HERESY AGENST DA HOLY BOOKS AN ZR'AN'KAR
 * Fre'kloar - I DUN CARE!!!!!!

Fre'kloar tossed Brag'klogga aside, and picked up his staff. He violently shook it, until Dark Chronoscopic energy leaked out, into his right eye. His eye burst, blood from it leaking onto Brag'klogga's carpet, as he slammed his arm violently around, eventually breaking his knuckles. He screamed out in pain, as the other Loron looked at him confused.


 * Hagto'Zhl - wats wiv him man
 * Rel'larutina - ... I didn't know Loron could suffer from post-traumatic stress disorder, but I think that's what's going on.
 * Hagto'Zhl - eh wats dat speek loroniz spik alredy
 * Rel'larutina - Basically, war trauma made him crazy.
 * Grak'tona - HE NEEDS TA SNAP OUTTA IT BEFOR I THRO HIM IN DA DUNJUN
 * Hagto'Zhl - ill try an fix it

As Fre'kloar slammed his arm on the floor, Hagto'Zhl grabbed it and attempted to slam it against the wall. He kicked out violently at Hagto'Zhl, spasming, until eventually his arm was bent backwards. In pain, he slammed at once more against the floor, breaking it off, before Hagto'Zhl slammed his head repeatedly and knocked him out.


 * Hagto'Zhl - dat...culda gon betta
 *  - IF YA ASK ME FRE'KLOARS NO LONGA FIT TA BE LEEDA. SINCE JOL'KIAR DIED HES BEEN ACTIN LIKE A TOSSA
 * Hagto'Zhl - dont be silly man. maybe hes gon insane but rememba who he is. rememba dis is da guy dat led us ta kill Zr'Ahgloth an make da loronz da best. we still owe him our respect.
 * Ray'loth - I GET DA FEELIN DA FRE'KLOAR WE KNEW IS DED. HE NEEDS TA QUIT WIV DA ATTITUDE OTHAWISE HES GONNA GET HIMSELF KILLED LIKE AN IDIOT

Striding in with her robot form actived, knelt down to clear up the bloody left over, and picked up Fre'kloar's huge body over her shoulders.


 * Rogue Geek - I do believe Rel'larutina is correct. What we need is to take Fre'kloar to a correctional facility.
 * Brag'klogga - we also need ta CLEEN MA CARPET HE GOT BLOOD ALL OVA IT. DATS WHER I DO MA SHAMAN RITUALS AN ALL. HAO AM I SUPPOS TA PRAY FER DA COMIN OF DA SIXTH SUNRISE LIKE DIS???
 * Hagto'Zhl - wait wat sixth sunrise
 * Brag'klogga - DID YA NEVA HEER OF DA PROFFECY OF DA SIX SUNS?
 * Hagto'Zhl - explain dis

Brag'klogga grabbed his staff, waved it a bit and created images in the air. They displayed well-known events of Loron history, ranging from the founding of to the death of Zr'Ahgloth years prior.


 * Brag'klogga - da six suns tell of da loronz rise to powa. it all begun in da furst sun when da Propa Big Loron Empire was founded. all da otha four followin suns hav been accurate
 * Hagto'Zhl - yeh. founded by ME AN DEN FAKE ZRAHGLOTH STOLE IT. ok carry on
 * Brag'klogga - dat is part of da proffecy akshully. zr'ahgloth was DA METUL LEEDA who was rivalled by DA ROGUE LEEDA. and him dyin was da fifth sun. wat happens next is da VENOM SUN when da VENOM LEEDA, A HERO DENIED OF HIS MENTOR, DESTROYS DA FIRST GIGAQUADRANT AND MAKES DA LORONZ RULAS OF DA OONIVERS

The other Loron watched the images with awe and glee. The prophecy matched exactly with their history, and they knew that Brag'klogga's predictions had never been wrong before. Their excitement grew.


 * Brag'klogga - ITS ALL IN DA HOLY BOOKS. PRAISE ZR'AN'KAR
 * Grak'tona - da venom leeda??? I VOLUNTEER
 * Brag'klogga - NO DUMBO FRE'KLOAR IS DA VENOM LEEDA. DA TALES TELL HAO HE USES A SIK EYEPATCH AND ROKKIT ARM
 * Grak'tona - SHUT UP MAN I LOST MA MENTOR AS WELL

Grak'tona grabbed the ice crown on his head, and smashed it on the ground. He stomped on it violently, then gasped, curled up in a ball and cried.


 * Grak'tona - NUUUUUU MA CROWN!!!!!! SEE I LOST SOMFIN TOO. IM DA VENOM LEEDA
 * Brag'klogga - idiot da venom leeda is da same as da rogue leeda. da one who founded da rogue boyz. DATS FRE'KLOAR. HES GONNA LEED US TA GALAKTIK DOMINASHUN... WHEN HE STOPS BEIN A STOOPID EMO
 * Grak'tona - den...den i cant be da king of evryfin???? den ma DAD WAS LYIN WEN HE SED I WULD BE DA ULTIMAT KING?????? no...nooo dis cant be happenin...DIS CANT BE HAPPENIN!!!!!!
 * Rel'larutina - For starters, Loron can't have living parents. Second of all, shut up already.

Grak'tona sobbed, then stood up, and ran back sobbing to his room.


 * Hagto'Zhl - wow. jus wow man.
 *  - i legit fink hes managin ta get worse every time he opens his mouff
 * Hagto'Zhl - ok so da important stuff. so bragklogga basically now fre'kloar is gonna be da one ta leed us to anotha victory yeh?
 * Brag'klogga - yeh. dis is da part of loron history wher we stomp da entire oonivers. den da godz com and make us a noo oonivers and we stomp dat one next
 * Hagto'Zhl - hold on hold on. i got vague memories of dis story. wat about dat otha fing dat can happen?
 * Brag'klogga - ... wat otha fing?
 * Hagto'Zhl - uh i dunno...somfin about peepz gettin naked. wait nevamind im gettin mixed up wiv da Annihilashon wen da weirdos got naked whil da oonivers died?
 * Brag'klogga - OH I REMEMBA DAT. DA HOLY BOOKS SAY DA LORON GODZ GOT SUM POPCORN AND LAFFED AS DEY WATCHED DEM ALL DAI
 * Hagto'Zhl - oh ok SOUNDS SIK MAN
 * Brag'klogga - but yeh. wes supposed to DOMINATE DA OONIVERS next. so we shuld probs prepare fer dat
 * Rogue Geek - I find it alarming how accurate your theories have been in the past. Except for that one time when you "predicted" that you would get a nice pair of socks for "krissmass" last year and only ended up with a sack of coal.
 * Brag'klogga - its not theories. its all in da HOLY BOOKS such as da GANGSTAPEDIA. dese books hav been written by da godz and hav been wiv da loronz since befor we even invented pizza
 * Rogue Geek - I find that incredibly difficult to believe. Forgive me if I do not buy that any Loron ever knew how to read a book, let alone write it and claim it was written by gods.
 * Brag'klogga - yoo would not undastand cus yor a machine. a FREAKY LOOKIN MACHINE WAT DA HELL. regardless ITS GONNA HAPPEN
 * Rel'larutina - Yeah, just like the apocalypse was going to kill everyone and we would be saved by gypsy ninja pirate robot zombies. Riiiiight.
 * Brag'klogga - MAN YOOS BLIND. DAT TOTALLY HAPPENED BAK WHEN FRE'KLOAR KILLED GRATZ
 * Rel'larutina - I really, really doubt that these books of yours are what you think they are. In fact, I'm fairly positive you actually made up this story in your head and just conveniently matched it to what went on.
 * Brag'klogga - denyin da holy books of zr'an'kar... DIS DAYS COMIN!!!!!!!!
 * Hagto'Zhl - yanno i havent spoken ta dad in a long time. brag is he ok?
 * Brag'klogga - cours man zr'an'kar is watchin ova us at all times. i did notice hes been a bit quiet lately BUT HES DA BEST GOD EVA SO NO WORRIES

Late to wake up, dragged himself out of bed and walked over to the group.


 * Kal'kuir - man wat did i miss
 * Ray'loth - fre'kloar was bein a losa so hagto broke his arm. oh btw wes gonna rule da oonivers soon apparently
 * Kal'kuir - hm ok

The Rogue Geek walked over to Kal'kuir, dropping Fre'kloar in front of him, then put her arm around him to mock him.


 * Rogue Geek - Want to go fix up Fre'kloar, darling?
 * Kal'kuir - I CULD GIV HIM A SIK EYEPATCH AND ROKKIT ARM but can ya stop callin me darlin in front da othas
 * Rogue Geek - You programmed me to, sugar!
 * Hagto'Zhl - eitha way man i got only one queston. brag WHAI DID YA WAIT UNTIL NOW TA TELL US????
 * Brag'klogga - urm it was a combinashun of me waitin fer it ta confirm itself... and i kinda forgot hur
 * Hagto'Zhl - well brag fer bein incompetent, an kalkuir fer bein a perv, YOO TWO JUS ERNED YASELF A WEEK IN DA BRIG.
 * Brag'klogga - ZR'AN'KAR DENIES DA BRIG
 * Kal'kuir - OH COME ON MAN I JUS WOKE UP DATS NOT FAIR
 * Hagto'Zhl - yoo fix up frekloar. an Rogue Geek, take him to da mental hospital an try an get him stable. i dunt fink eitha way wat happened heer was an accident. also someone...take care of brag.
 *  - WHO PUT YOO IN CHARGE MAN
 * Hagto'Zhl - ya fink anyon else is up fer da job?
 * Ray'loth - im ok wiv dis
 * Hagto'Zhl - ok evryon prepar fer war an stoof. we got a meetin nex week. also btw brag shuld we tell fre'kloar da prophecy or let him work it out on his own
 * Brag'klogga - I WILL. HE MUST PREPARE HIMSELF FER DA GODZ DEMAND DA RECKONIN OF DA OONIVERS!!!!

A week later, the Loron, all shaken by the events of the night, got together. Many of them were nervous and fearful of Fre'kloar, having no idea how sane he was now, but recognising that he was prophesised to carry them to victory once more. With custom made robotic eye and arm, Fre'kloar stood towering over them, imposing, but he was no longer the bright, optimistic leader they knew him as. Still intimidating, if not more so, but seemingly apathetic to the feelings of any of them. Hagto'Zhl stood by his side, while Grak'tona stood distant from them, with no crown on his head. Rel'larutina sighed at what a mess they were.


 * Rel'larutina - Look, guys. We literally achieved the victory no one thought we could. We were the winners, we triumped over our greatest evil, and this is what we've become? Bitter and scared for the future? Come on, guys, someone lighten up!
 * Brag'klogga - WE CANT FULFILL DA SIXTH SUNRISE WIV DIS ATTITUDE MAN WATS UP WIV YAS
 * Hagto'Zhl - ENUFF. let da boss speek.

Fre'kloar growled, as he shook his robotic arm, and spoke, but it was not his loud and beaming voice filling the room, but a quieter, growling voice.


 * Fre'kloar - we all lost somfin ta war. da oonivers finks we is all freeks. dat wes all stoopid monstas dat cant do any reel damag. but we destroyed deir preshus UNO. dey fink were all monstas, so its time fer us ta get reveng on dem.
 *  - dats a bit mor like da fre'kloar we kno
 * Fre'kloar - we came dis far. we survived da horrors of war. dey brought war ta us, so well bring it ta dem.
 * Rogue Geek - Actually, every war recorded in Rogue Boyz history has begun by Loron with unprovoked atta-
 * Fre'kloar - SHUT UP. yoo dont kno da pain. i can still feel ma eye an ma arm missin. i can still feel da wars i was in...an still heer da voice of ma mentor. wes all monstas. im alredy a deemun.
 * Hagto'Zhl - ... oi hold on dats ma job
 * Grak'tona - frekloars rite. weve all lost somfin. i lost ma crown. i can still feel da icy...cold...amazin crown on ma hed...its all gon. destroyed by da losas in da oonivers.
 * Rogue Geek - It was destroyed by you in a hissy fit, actually.
 * Grak'tona - SHUT UP. it was all deir fault. DEIR FAULT. we need ta make dem pay.
 * Kal'kuir - i believ da mediks call dat feeling a "ghostie pain". it gives ya a scare when yor not lookin. also WAR IS SIK WAT YA ON ABOUT
 * Rel'larutina - Don't try using logic on them. They're being melodramatic.
 * Hagto'Zhl - i meen i didnt reely loos anyfin but killin all da ooniverse? sounds FUN

Fre'kloar looked out towards his window, as he punched the wall in rage, then slowly pulled his arm away, and turned back to them.


 * Fre'kloar - its time fer da oonivers ta PAY. lets make dem SUFFA as WE SUFFAD. we killed deir UNO...NOW LETS KILL DEIR MOMS. DEIR ENTIR PLANETS. DEIR EVRYFIN. WES GONNA MAKE DEM PAY. no moar just cause. no moar good guyz. no moar nuffin...JUS LORONZ KILL EVRYON. DONT DISCRIMINAT. IF DEIR NOT A LORON, AN DEIR NAME IS NOT "BILLIG", KILL DEM.
 * Ray'loth - BUT DATS JUS HAO ITS ALWAYS BEEN IS YOO SERIUS
 * Hagto'Zhl - man jus go along wiv it. we get ta kill dumbos dats wat mattas
 * Ray'loth - an dey say im a crazy psycho
 * Fre'kloar - lets giv da oonivers HELL. KILL DEM ALL FER MOCKIN US. FER LAFFIN AT US. bak wen we taunted dem on da UDB, we sed we was gonna kill da Politically Correct Asskissas first. SO LETS KILL DEM FIRST. BUT NOT JUS DEM. NO SINGLE TARGET. GO TA EVRY GALAXY. KILL DEM TA PROOV WE AINT PLAYIN NO MOAR.
 * Rogue Geek - I have prepared fleets largely than we have ever had before. We have an almost infinite number of factories and breed Loron at rapid rates. What Fre'kloar is suggesting is not even that unreasonable.
 * Hagto'Zhl - ok den LETS GO KILL GEEZAS AGEN
 * Fre'kloar - no...first i need ta giv yoo anotha speech about ma SUFFERIN. MA ANGST.
 * Rel'larutina - Yeah, no, no you really don't. Okay, Leedas, you know what to do! Go out and send your fleets to kill whoever you want! Meeting closed.

Polar Crystal Alliance Prologue: Facing the Horde
Having called an urgent meeting, entered the council chambers of the  on. His facial expression was one of fear, though he strode towards his place with a certain confidence as if he was both ready for what was to come, and terrified at the same time. , the only other surviving high-ranking member of the Unified Nation, stood outside the room, unable to enter, but still wanting to hear what was going on. Tuolog took his place, faced the other councillors, waited for silence, and then spoke up.


 * Tuolog - Councillors, I bring grave news. I knew that it not be long before Da Rogue Boyz begin their conquest of rest of the galaxy. But I fear they willing to do damage outside of Borealis as well. And I fear that their day of reckoning approaches.
 * Xeron - Why we have waited for this long to do something about it, I don't understand. It's obviously time to put the Alliance on maximum alert.
 *  - I would alert the Aegis Guard. Hyperborea must be fortified.

, warmaster of the Alliance and ruler of its military affairs, descended from his office as he heard the conversation.


 * Arkarixus - The Aegis Guard is not enough. It is time to mobilize the entire Alliance. The Loron must be exterminated.
 *  - I concur. These criminal filth have marred our galaxy for too long.
 * Xeron - Indeed! We wage war on the Loron and force them into submission, like we should have done already.
 * Tuolog - I never understood the willingness for genocide in this Alliance, but alas. The Loron fleet should not be underestimated. They are far, far beyond what we seen in the past.
 * Kithworto - Genocide aside. The Loron are now threatening the lives of this galaxy.
 * Semirian - It is not a matter of willingly commiting the genocide of races. The Loron are beyond reasoning and will destroy us without a second thought. Responding in kind is the only option.
 * Tuolog - I will agree here. The is...limited in capacity, to say least. I think however our duty extends beyond mobilizing our forces. I have word from spies that the Loron developed travel to other galaxies through wormholes created by their "Rogue Geek".
 * Augustex - If that is the case, we must rally our allies too.
 * Tuolog - Yes. They attack the entire Gigaquadrant. Or at least, they attack four galaxies in it - this being one. If our spies, and my understanding of Loron, is correct, they aim for the homeworld of whoever they declared their enemy. We can assume that homeworld in this case is Hyperborea.
 * Kithworto - I will warn Andromeda of this. In turn, I will order the wormholes within the Republic's territories to be closed. I will not give the Loron the benefit of moving through them.
 * Rylarien - Not all of the Alliance can send help to outside of Borealis. However, we will warn our allies of the coming threat regardless.
 * Augustex - I will contact our allies in the and the Pax Infinitus Armada. The Loron represent a common threat to us all.
 * Tuolog - I have plan to defeat Loron. I able to bring in an outsider to this discussion?
 * Kithworto - Go ahead.

Tuolog nodded, and signalled to Durzhan to enter. Durzhan flew in, and took Tuolog's side.


 * Durzhan - My plan, mostly, has worked. The leader of the Loron suffers from post-traumatic stress disorder, which has kept him from mobilizing until now. Of course, now he is far deadlier than ever, but he is insane enough that he is very likely to turn on his own men.
 * Kithworto - You speak to a Council with myself, with Arkarixus, with Tuolog. We have no need to fear their leaders.
 * Durzhan - This will be important later.
 * Xeron - You continue to tell us we should not underestimate the Loron. But you have yet to tell us what we should be afraid of that we do not know already.

Durzhan turned towards Xeron, making a more concerned face, while Tuolog became more uneasy, as if fear was beginning to surface.


 * Durzhan - The Unified Nation of Ottzello was developing a new technology prior to its destruction. Based on technology previously seen in, and its own brand of nanotechnology, with self replicating nanomachines and a mass use of quantum replicators...I realise you are not scientists, so I will give you the short of it: it can cover a planet in nanomachines and convert it into star fleets. The mass of a planet averages 6 times 1024 kg, and the average is 2 million tonnes, so by the time the planet is drained to the core, that's approximately 3 quadrillion Sik Ships.
 * Augustex - And, how long would that take, may I ask?
 * Durzhan - Going by a standard Hyperborean day...two days.
 * Semirian - By the ancestors...not even the Kormacvar possessed such technology.
 * Tuolog - Keep in mind that it extend beyond these planets. Should they harvest a star, the average sized star could net them over a sextillion. And this technology in the Loron hands now.
 * Xeron - Why did you not finish it?
 * Tuolog - Firstly, because draining a planet of resources like that in that rate is immoral. More importantly, I see vision of dark future for UNO should such technology work. UNO's AIs become power mad, and we transform into something worse...I not want that for universe. But Loron not care about that. They only want to wage war.
 * Arkarixus - Loron strength always has been in numbers. And with how many worlds they took from you, their resources must be unlimited.
 * Rylarien - Do not tell me they have an unlimited supply of soldiers too.
 * Durzhan - Quantum replicators can create any element, but they cannot create other cells. But all that is required to grow life is energy. And they can drain any element and transform it into energy, if not simply drain that of a star. And there's the Grid, and our Kralgon cloning technology.

Arkarixus shook his fist and slammed it against the wall. He spat, and then turned to Tuolog.


 * Arkarixus - You made a wise decision to not finish this technology. But it matters not how many there are. They're like paper.
 * Kithworto - With weaponry stronger than UNO. The Loron's resources are the closest thing to unlimited. But they must have a weakness, they always do.
 * Durzhan - And they do. Their leaders. These Loron are rigid about their tradition, including that in which a successor may only succeed a leader by defeating him. When someone else destroys the leader, they are confused and unsure who to take orders from. They will be forced to retreat. And when they are down to their last leader, we finish them.
 * Xeron - I hate to admit it, but killing Loron is no easy feat, let alone their leaders. Their leaders are practically godlike soldiers, it would take entire armies to destroy them, and we fear we cannot beat them at the numbers game. Arkarixus, can you face them head on?

Arkarixus shook his head, and turned away.


 * Arkarixus - When the day comes that the Loron stand at our days ready to burst them open and rip our heads from our spines, I will face them, and send them where they belong: out of the airlock, choking for breath and freezing to death in the cold embrace of space, where they are more welcomed than anywhere else. But I have business to attend to until then...a people to watch over.
 * Durzhan - We will do our best. Their leaders will be spread across the galaxy. We will cut this invasion off at its head, and the body will not function.
 * Tuolog - I only pray this works. Durzhan, you sure that our current iteration of the plan better than last?
 * Durzhan - I have seen all possible outcomes written in every timeline. I am certain the way I altered it this time will work. I can merely pray the universe does not loose too many more than it already has.

Six Suns, Four Fronts
Screams, anguish, terror. The screams of the victims at his own bloodied hands, the anguish of himself after receiving blow after blow from the foes he had fought, and the terror of him and his crew as they faced against Gratz'kaoz. These were the things that Fre'kloar saw. The nightmares anyone would suffer at the hands of were the reality that Fre'kloar lived in every day. Screams, anguish, terror.

But the images he normally saw disappeared, and cleared apart. Instead, Fre'kloar was looking at Jol'kiar, sitting across from him.


 * Fre'kloar - jolkiar?...JOLKIAR MAN I NEED YOO
 * Jol'kiar - frekloar...hagtozhl was rite. afta zrahgloth, yoo still hav one moar enemy.
 * Fre'kloar - MAN DONT DO DIS TA ME IM NOT GONNA FITE YOO
 * Jol'kiar - yoo hav one moar enemy...but its not me...

Fre'kloar was puzzled, and he ran towards Jol'kiar for what seemed like an eternity, and grabbed him.


 * Fre'kloar - WHO MAN IM NOT GONNA FITE YOO
 * Jol'kiar - we always finish da misshons togetha yeh?
 * Fre'kloar - NO NOT DAT
 * Jol'kiar - lets finish dis...togetha man

Fre'kloar found himself unable to control his arms. He slammed his fist repeatedly into Jol'kiar's skin, eventually cracking it, and pulling his blood-coated arm out of Jol'kiar's pierced stomach. The arm slowly transformed into the rocket arm Jol'kiar had built for him, as he found his skin rapidly changing into the shade of blue of his new Sikka Boy appearance. He was back to normal, and found he was staring against the window of the Krooza, with the other Leedas staring at him. He'd had another anxiety attack.

Fre'kloar stood up in front of the Leedas, Poshiez and Warbosses. It was the day he had announced that they were going to begin their assault.


 * Fre'kloar - fanks to da geek heer, we hav unlimited resources dat wes gonna take frum unos world. we can rob whol star systems wiv it. evry planet, asteroid and otha piece of rok gets turned into shipz fer da bosses ta kill peepz wiv. we is unstoppable.
 *  - LORONZ NEVA LOOS
 *  - eyyy maybe som of dat mehtul can build me a betta Lil' Homie
 *  - da only problem wiv dis is turnin da planet into mehtul ruins da fun of blowin it up. BUT I CAN TURN DEM INTO BOOMSTIKZ INSTED HURHURHUR
 * Fre'kloar - but in orda ta truly take ova da oonivers, we need a plan.
 *  - I VOTE WE STORM DEM WIV TANKZ
 *  - i vote we turn dem into cash fer me
 * Ray'loth - MAN FINK ABOUT SOMFIN ELS FER ONCE
 * Grak'tona - oh we hav big plans fer dem...BUT WES GONNA MAKE DEM BUILD CROWNS AN THRONES FER ME AN ENSLAV DEM
 * Voa'reak - OH MA DAYZ YOR AN IDIOT MAN WE SHULD DO BETTA DAN DAT

As the Loron bickered amongst themselves, Hagto'Zhl fired his Blasta into the air, silencing them. He gestured towards Fre'kloar to continue speaking.


 * Fre'kloar - i hav a new orda. becuz wes so big, wes gonna attak all da big galaxies, take out da biggest empiya deir or da one we hate most, an blow it up, den turn deir peepz inta slaves, an deir planets into boomstikz. dey cant stop us once we get goin.
 * Grak'tona - dats a good plan. wats da four galaxies? i dont kno da names of any of dem
 * Rel'larutina - You...at least know the name of Borealis, right?
 * Grak'tona - no i dont but IT SOUNDS BORIN AN STOOPID AN SOUNDS LIKE ITS FULL OF NOT WORTHY PEEPZ
 * Rel'larutina - You're...in Borealis.
 * Grak'tona - oh. well at least i was rite about da last part
 * Rogue Geek - Of the first three star systems we take over in the new galaxy, two of those will be drained of resources and turned into factories, to produce at least a few sextillion ships for a grander fleet. These can be each of the four front for our assault.
 * Brag'klogga - jus as da prophecy says. da six suns eech hav four different stages befor dey rise....DIS DAYS COMIN!!!!!

Fre'kloar displayed a map in front of them on a large board, and pulled out his crayons to begin drawing with his metal arm. He immediately put a cross on Borealis on the map, specifically, on Hyperborea.


 * Fre'kloar - dats da one im goin for. im gonna take out da whol PCA by destroyin deir main planet den comin fer da rest of dem. speshully da Zoles den da .
 * Hagto'Zhl - four galaxies dere. frekloar got one. so now its time fer da otha three. i got som unfinished bizness wiv da Dumbo Combinashon of Pizza. so ill go to da an destroy Mirenton. i bagsy deir.
 * Grak'tona - dat one dere...

Grak'tona pointed at the.


 * Grak'tona - FULL OF UNWORTHY HAT PEEPZ. IM GONNA GO DEIR.
 * Rel'larutina - Pfft. As if you'd even know how to get to Cyrannus. It can only be accessed by wormholes, you putz.
 * Grak'tona - SHUT UP MAN...YOO DONT KNO DA PAIN...DA PAIN OF LOSIN!!!!!
 * Rel'larutina - I'm going to go look for a wormhole and then send my front there. We'll take out the, and presumably, their allies, the .
 * Grak'tona - ill go fer da unworthy heretikz i guess. som place in da .
 * Rogue Geek - Wow, that was surprisingly easily agreed upon.
 * Fre'kloar - da oonivers will kno we is BAK. an we is BADDA DAN EVA BEFOR. i cant wait ta kill da borealis peepz.
 * Traz'raka - yo queston. wher do we go? an wat happens if one of yoo losas get stomped?
 * Fre'kloar - LORONZ NEVA LOOS. but i guess if we did den yood all jus com bak an join da borealis front. also da leedas will decide which warbosses an poshiez ta take soon.
 * Gol'thabex - only goin if cash is involved. jus sayin.

Da Borealis Front
Led by Fre'kloar, with help from Voa'reak and Naktor'zak, the strongest front got off to a strong start. Fre'kloar began sending his men to take over and destroy other planets, while he conquered planet Garilia, and defeated the captain Vavtrius single-handedly, despite suffering from an anxiety attack at the same time.

The got involved immediately after, with  declaring to lead the attack against the Loron. Meanwhile, the Polar Crystal Alliance prepared its elite Penumbra Unit to assassinate the Leedas and attempt to slow their momentum. Fre'kloar didn't slow down, as he fought the. But after he defeated the Murgur captain Vruka, he immediately went on a hypocritical tirade against his own men. Fre'kloar saw his old nemesis, Zr'Ahgloth, take the place of his own reflection.

Later, a Loron from the known as  got involved. Claiming to be sent by, the other Loron reluctantly welcomed him after he proved his strength against the in battle. The Penumbra assassins then caught up with Fre'kloar, as they sent Fed'koppa to fight him. After a long battle, Fed'koppa was eventually bested, but Fre'kloar was driven further and further into a fit of rage. He took it out on his own men, killing them while laughing hysterically. The next reflection of himself he saw was not his own, but Ref'kolar, another old nemesis.

Shortly after, the three Loron conquered another world, but met up with an old ally,. Praising their work as beneficial to his business, he offered them complementary weapons and unofficial support as long as they kept up their war. But now the Loron began to meet their match. Naktor'zak attempted to conquer another world, but found that the PCA had sprung a trap for him; they had projected a hologram fooling him into believing it was a PCA colony, and bombarded the world from orbit. was almost destroyed, before he was narrowly able to escape. Voa'reak met a similar fate, this time against Jerkon of the Indoctrinate Collective. Jerkon easily defeated Voa'reak and his men, but once again, Voa'reak was able to escape on the brink of death.

Haunted by the guilt as he had almost sent his men off to die, Fre'kloar became haunted by new visions, as the unconscious manifested itself in the form of a dream of him on Groodrub, with a monstrous beast he could not recognise, but visibly in pain and seemingly taking the form of each of his three old nemeses, almost slaughtered him before he awoke from the nightmare. And finally, of the  took on Mad'Hatta, and after an epic struggle, defeated him, and though he barely survived, he did not return to Da Rogue Boyz.

Fre'kloar was filled with visions that haunted him further, no longer sympathetic to the feelings of his own men, and full of immense frustration. When Hagto'Zhl, Rel'larutina and Grak'tona all returned, Fre'kloar almost killed the Hagto'Zhl and Grak'tona, while Rel'larutina's remote Norol form was destroyed. He was unable to land a killing blow on the Loron, but each of them was either paralyzed or knocked into a coma. A final vision returned to haunt him. The next reflection he saw was of Gratz'kaoz, his family rival, arch-nemesis and the most hated Loron of all. He had a brief smug to himself, as he had finally become as powerful and as feared as Gratz'kaoz, but fell once again into a fit as he struggled to reconcile with what he had become.

Da Revengeance
It was clear when Hagto'Zhl set his eyes on the DCP world of Mirenton, that he was aiming big. The DCP's technology outmatched the vast majority of civilisations within the universe, let alone the Milky Way. But with their vast territories and a space force that outstretched any the Loron had previously owned, Hagto'Zhl went in confident. His first target: an outer DCP colony, a forest world home only to a few orbital defenses and a relatively small population of s defending it.

His ships had already engaged the orbital defenses. Though a Loron Sik Ship was almost nothing compared to a ship of equal size belonging to the Delpha Coalition, it didn't matter when the Loron outnumbered them twenty to one. And when Hagto'Zhl, with his army of, swarmed the world's outpost, he knew it was time to get revenge.

The Loron had never tasted vengeance against the DCP after the. They'd never had the opportunity to confront one of their oldest foes in battle once again. So the excitement among the Loron as they swarmed and hacked away at the Grimbolsaurian defenders was felt. Every Loron gave it their all, firing every bullet they had, every shell in their tanks, and attempting to break every bone in the body of their foes.

Hagto'Zhl led the charge himself. His demonic powers from within him surged. The biologically and cyberntically enhanced forces of the DCP's troops made them strong, but not strong enough for him. As he towered over them, his strength ripping even their toughest defenses apart, Hagto'Zhl grinned and chuckled to himself with every trooper he stomped.


 * Hagto'Zhl - DAD IS WIV US TODAY. WE TAKE DA DCP FER ZR'AN'KAR. WE HAV BEEN WAITIN FER DIS!!!!!

Hagto'Zhl was joined by two others. The first was Knar'gank. Sneaking behind enemy lines, Knar'gank attempted to rip into the larger soldiers among them. However, many of them spotted him first, and many others weren't killed so easily by his knives. Knar'gank was forced to fight, though he was still able to claim decisive victories over his foes. The second was Kal'kuir. With his cybernetic limbs and his mad genius weaponry, Kal'kuir distorted space and time, killing not only DCP, but his own Loron soldiers, in the process.

Hagto'Zhl, as per typical of Loron, was here for a specific prize. The surface-to-space ace-to-space cannon mounted on the world. A subatomic disruptor, the weapon would destroy any Loron ship that would pose immediate threat to the world. Once the Loron destroyed it, they were free to annihilate the planet and turn it into yet another world broken down with nanomachines and quantum replicators for their grand space navy.

The mad scientist Kal'kuir had a huge grin on his face as he chuckled with laughter, firing his insane inventions at the DCP. Feeling that he was outsmarting them, Kal'kuir brought out his bigger guns once the horde finally reached the cannon. All sorts of unnatural disasters, from randomly appearing comets to seemingly causeless whirlwinds, threatening the lives of everyone involved, spawned from the spacetime defects of the trigger-happy Kal'kuir, as he slaughtered those in the path to the cannon.

As the Loron piled on the cannon, whacking away at it, even their combined strength could not take out its incredibly thick armour. Hagto'Zhl signalled to them to move aside, as he prepared his fist. Charging up his demonic strength, he delivered a single, powerful blow to the armor. Once exposed, from a distance, Kal'kuir let off a blast from his cannon, as an eruption was caused from the inside.

The Loron then fled back to their starships, as they were ready to consume the world. They'd won a victory over the DCP, which was almost unprecendented for them. But it wouldn't be this easy from now on.

The Coalition Reacts
The very first reports of the attack were already being streamed to the minds of the DCP's leaders before the nature of the attackers were known. The attack was sudden and came as a surprise. It was even more of a surprise when it turned out to be the Loron, as the Coalition had not anticipated that the Loron would strike out of Borealis so soon, nor had the technology to penetrate the warping of space that shielded DCP territories. The DCP's newly appointed Emperor Lunarai felt troubled by these invaders, as he was born from after the DCP-Loron War, and so consulted his older brothers and father, Wormulus II, who confirmed that the Loron were amongst the most unpredictable species in the universe. And with that, reports streamed in that the Loron had indeed swiftly conquered the planet and were already beginning to dismantle it with hypermatter detonations and self-replicating machines. They had overrun the DCP's defense fleet to keep them busy while the Loron brandished weapons never seen before on the surface.

Lunarai speculated that the Loron planned to disable the DCP's fighting ability first, before heading to other major civilisations of Plazith like France, so he forced his head of intelligence (who begrudgingly complied) to share this information with France, the Draconis and the Plazith Cooperative, which the Delphans now had a special relationship with. This was a move that the Loron or more likely who was commanding them; may not have anticipated.

Lunarai ordered all systems within a hundred light years be stripped to a minimum crew of colonists. Most of the DCP's peoples inhabited space stations and megastructures so this was a fairly easy operation to conduct. Furthermore, the shapeshifting cities of the surfaces of planets entered fortress mode or optimised shielding. Many of Lunarai's commanders were in the opinion of saturating the invaders with hyperspatial weapons, but the Emperor was interested in the new weapons that the Loron had acquired. A much closer confrontation was needed, and Lunarari's brother Warlord Titanozor was feeling fit for the role. Titanozor had previous experience fighting the Loron on numerous occasions and had the most connections with the Borealis galaxy. Meanwhile, the Loron appeared to have stayed put, demolishing the planet using quantum replicators and nanomachines to consume the materials blasted into orbit and construct weapons and ships, all at an insanely high rate. This had to be slowed at all costs, so Lunarai directed all secondary and tertiary defences from the Maelstrom in a volume of ten cubic light years to challenge the Loron front. These were comprised of trillions of drones, nanomachines and hyperspace missiles. The first of these hit ships, manufacturing zones and replicators that had been erected by the Loron.

It was now a battle of attrition between the Loron's nanomachines and the DCP's, which consumed and barricaded against each other. The friction alone destroyed many of the fabrication units and orbital tethers that hauled material from the surface. For now, the Loron advance had been stalled until either the DCP or Loron made the next advance. It was hoped this pincer movement could grind the Loron front enough for Titanozor to get close.

Apalos Pizza With Extra Q-Balls
As the devastation of the Loron swept through the universe, the knew it had to take action or else risk the fall of the  that it had chosen to support. As none of the Alliance's member states had opted to call upon Apalos aid, the collective consciousness was free to make its own decision about where to act. Firstly, it needed to gather as much information as it could about Loron tactics and strategy, and the safest place to do that first-hand was where the DCP had managed to bring the Loron advance to a standstill.

This standstill was about to end, for the warfare that currently engulfed the Loron beachhead was not the kind of warfare that involved Loron armies. It was warfare involving nanomachines and missiles; something to which the appropriate response was comparable technology, not guns and fists. Unable to properly fight, and with their pizza production slowed down by the DCP's attrition, the Loron grew restless. With what ships they had available that could evade the continuous barrage, they moved to attack the next planet on the path to Mirenton.

While they were prepared for an attack, the colony was not expecting it. The fleet of thousands of Sik Ships dropped to sublight dangerously close to the planet's stratosphere, bypassing the planet's outer shielding and pummelling the rest with hypermatter shockwaves. The thick and study armour of the fortress cities was no match for a quick bombardment of antimatter missiles, which opened the way for Loron ground forces to run straight inside and massacre their enemies as the Sik Ships turned their weapons to the orbital defences, who had by this time only just been able to react to the sudden invasion of their space.

The DCP would have been able to get reinforcements through, but they would not easily pass the blockade of Sik Ships to reach the cities, and this was where Apalos came in: to distract the Loron space forces.

The Loron sensors at first detected a large flying saucer, about 45 kilometres in diameter, a light-second or so away. However, this saucer was different to any vessel they had ever encountered. It emitted infrared radiation consistent with an internal temperature of over 450 kelvin, and large volumes of similarly hot gas containing a mixture of volatile organic compounds spewed out of several vents around the rim. Most strangely, while the outer hull appeared to be made of some kind of ceramic, the ceramic in question appeared to be indistinguishable from baked clay.

Unbeknownst to the Loron were the processes occurring inside the saucer. The centre, far cooler than the rest, saw the shaping of large pieces of Apalos replicator-computronium into kilometre-sized discs covered in a mixture of complex carbohydrates and elastic proteins, and into long cylinders of a smaller radius, iron-red in colour, which were sliced into thin pieces that were then attached to the top of the larger discs by a sticky paste of lipids and cellulose. These conglomerates were then moved through the hotter regions of the vessel towards the rim, where proteins were denatured and water evaporated.

It was a giant pizza oven, baking pizza-base motherships and pepperoni escorts, which were launched out of the vents towards an incredulous and insulted Loron fleet. Determined that this cultural appropriation could not be allowed to continue, the Loron broke what little formation they had to engage the Apalos saucers. Although comparable in size to, and outnumbered by, the Sik Ships, the saucers did not have to maintain life support (indeed, life support would allow the toppings to go off) and so were able to arm themselves with many more weapons and supply more power to their defences.

As the motherships' shields were worn down, the smaller pepperoni saucers detached from the top and dived into the Loron fleet, outmanoeuvring their larger opponents and using their flexibility to curl up and evade missiles, but their lack of armour meant they were easily burnt by turbolaser bolts. The motherships were much more resilient, for their starchy exterior was for nothing more than appearance, and thick diamondoid armour lay underneath.

After the initial wave was over, the Loron were able to destroy the Apalos ships at a faster rate than new ones were being baked, so the Sik Ships were free to take aim at the oven and open fire. It was only when they had dealt significant damage that they realised the DCP had arrived at the planet's surface with their reinforcements several minutes previously while the Loron had been distracted by the flotilla of soliton beam-firing pizzas.

Mendel on the Defense
Meanwhile, as Hagto'Zhl and his troops skirmished with the DCP and Apalos, a minor Boss had broken off his fleet from the main force to seek out some easier targets to plunder and planets to strip bare. Boss Yar'khal was on the hunt, and wished to make a name for himself among Da Rogue Boyz. His barbaric appetite for battle was matched only by his delusions of grandeur. Still, his fleet's breaking away and their venture towards the outer rim had not gone unnoticed. A small group of corvettes tailed the Loron Sik ships, unnoticed. Ever since the Loron had entered the Milky Way, their Mendel owners had been on high alert, and this break away fleet confirmed their doubts and fears.

One of the ships pressed a button on his seat, contacting his commander.


 * Captain - Commander Saren, we are tracking the Loron break away fleet. It's heading towards Jeroi, at a surprisingly slow pace.
 * Saren - Excellent. Keep up the scouting and report whatever news develops. I will have our forces ready.

Meanwhile, Yar'Khal was in deep "discussion" with his minor retainers and assistants.


 * Loron #1 - oi where weez even headed man. nuthin ta fight here except...nuthin.
 * Loron #2 - yeh shuldnt weez be joinin Hagto's boyz against dem DCP dumbos?
 * Yar'khal - shut yo mouff all yoos a buncha chikz. who here iz descendeded from Boss Trenn'fal himself?!
 * Loron #2 - yoo I guess
 * Yar'Khal - ME. DATS RITE. wat eva I say goez, ya got it?
 * Loron #1 - *disheartened* yeh boss.
 * Yar'Khal - we gonna go to dese planetz and fite whoeva iz livin dere, kill dem and use der planets to create more shipz for mai Sik Fleet of Sikness. AND I WILL BECOM DEH GREATEST BOSS EVER

Yar'Khal held out his arms in a dynamic pose, expecting to here his troops yell and voice their support for his ingenious strategy. Instead, they merely scratched their heads, some staring at Yar'Khal, others poking the walls with their Shankaz in boredom.


 * Loron #2 - if yoo wantz a bigga Sik Fleet why cant we just join Hagto and dem othas man
 * Yar'Khal - CUZ I SAID SO YA DUMBO. NAO GET SOME BOYZ AND THROW DEM AT DAT PLANET OF DUMBOS.
 * Loron #3 - WAT PLANET, YA TOSSA?
 * Yar'Khal - *Points to his holographic projector* DAT ONE IDIOT
 * Loron #3 - oh. didnt see dat.
 * Yar'khal - NAO GO AND KILL SOME PEEPS BEFOR I KILL YOU DUMBOS FER NOT RESPECTIN MA BOSSLINESS

The other Loron Bosses and leaders grunted and grumbled in response, heading out to grab some Boyz and begin the assault.

The Loron ships encountered no problems, causing many captains to question if there really was anything to fight here. After many a slap from Yar'Khal and his "Biggest Boyz" in charge, they became more quiet. The rest of the boyz happily loaded into their transports, tired of sitting around doing nothing and wanting to kill something. Many of their transports landed, some crashing done from bad piloting and over-excited boys distracting the driver (or killing him). The transports doors either opened, or where blasted opened, and out came hordes of eager boyz ready to fight, some with shankaz, others with big blastaiez, and others on their tanks and carriers.

Meanwhile, they where being watched. From high upon the tree branches and in the hills and trenches criss-crossing the planet, where a number of Walgolorian scouts, their bright armor painted over to hide them in jungles and underbrush. One of their leaders pressed a button on his comlink in his ear.


 * Mer'doth - Commander, I've spotted the Loron, sending you the information now.
 * Saren - Excellent Mer'doth. Engage part one of the plan. Begin sniping and hit and run tactics.
 * Mer'doth - Aye, Commander, Glory to the Clans.
 * Saren - To the Clans, and good hunting.

The Leader gave the signal, his Gvanta and other scout teams loading and clicking their sniper rifles into position and ready for battle. Now began the hunt.

The Loron continued their march, some running ahead in excitement for the battle with whoever was in their way. As they came to a valley, they found nothing. Groaning, they lowered their guns and shankers in disappointment, beginning to trudge back to the group, when one of the boys noticed something.


 * Troopa - ey boss deres a red dot on deh back of yer hed man
 * Boss - watcha meen

He begin turning around, trying to find the red dot, as several more lit up, covering the biggest Loron in red lights. As they began to take notice, a loud crack sounded as snipers opened fire, blue plasma rounds arcing through the air and cutting through the Loron and their primitive armor and grab. Some of them opened fire at random directions, some cutting each other down. Finally, the last of the Loron fell to the ground, blood trickling out of their wounds, as the Gvanta moved on.

The rest of the Loron continued their march at a faster pace, coming to the valley, figuring their brethren had found a good slog. The Loron came around, finding their dead comrades. The Loron grew angry and began shouting at each other and the corpses.


 * Boy - dese idiots found a good fite and got killed lik some wankaz or somefin
 * Big Boy - dis wasnt a fite ya git. in a fite da Loronz always win. so how could dey lose?

One of Yar'Khal's lieutenants, Grimm'killa, lumbered forward, his armor smoking and clanking about as he approached, inspecting the bodies.


 * Grimm'Killa - dis was a sneaky kill it waz. so we need some sneaka boyz to take out dese sneaky gitz. get me some.
 * Boy - yeh ok boss

A number of Sneaky Boyz marched up to the Boss, weapons ready, as though they had arrived there the moment Grimm'killa needed them.


 * Grimm'killa - *pointing to the trees* go to da treez an kill wat ever you find dats not a Loron. Stomp em, eat em, shank dem. Do whatever it takes ta kill dem.
 * Sneaky Boy - an wat if dese ar Loronz killin us
 * Grimm'Killa - DEN SLAP DEM AN MAKE DEM JOIN. we iz da TROO EMPIYA of deh Loron, and all of em join us unda Fre'kloar

The Sneakiez nodded, and ran off, splitting into three groups and heading toward the swamps and jungles, looking for their foes. As they hit the tree line, their coloration changed to a more muted, brown tone. Mer'doth looked at them curiously from his perch, not sure what to make of them. Silently, he gave a signal, ordering his scouts to withdraw, as his veterans remained with him, one of them contacting him via comms.


 * Gvanta - What is your plan, Leader?
 * Mer'doth - I have never seen such formations from the Loron back home. We will watch and observe, and see what happens.

One of his Gvanta nodded, and moved to a lower perch to get a better view of the enemy. As he did, one of the Loron turned and opened fire with his blaster, the high caliber bullets tearing right through his armor. The warrior's bloodedied corpse fell to the ground, as Mer'doth turned to his soldiers, shouting in Mendel.


 * Mer'doth - Attack! Leave none alive!

The Gvanta Warriors opened fire with their pulse weapons, exchanging fire, as the Gvanta leapt down, some attempting to run off, only to be caught by the Loron, and brutally beaten to death, as the Loron opened fire, cutting down the scouts in short order.

Mer'doth and 2 of his brothers moved as fast as they could, attempting to get some space between them as Mer'doth contacted his other comrades.


 * Mer'doth - Gvanta-Brothers, retreat. These Loron are more cunning then thought, regroup at the rally point so we can try this again, a different way.

Merd'oth received nothing but static, trying again and again to raise his troops. Finally, he contacted his Commander.


 * Mer'doth - Saren, my best scouts have been neutralized!
 * Saren - You must be joking. Your best scouts got killed by a bunch of Space barbarians?
 * Mer'doth - I kid you not. They deployed camouflage, seemed far more respective to changes in environment and noise, where not the aggressive barbarians we expected. I know not how to deal with such threats.
 * Saren - Get back to base. We'll figure this out.

Grimm'killa and his troops sat waiting in the valley, as the Sneakaz came bounding out, one of them with a bloodied figure over his shoulder. The lead Sneaker walked up to Grimm.


 * Sneeka - found some gitz. neva herd or seen em before. deyz pretty weak, even fer some not-Loron gitz.
 * Grimm - whose dat one dere? i fort i sed ta KILL EVRFYIN
 * Sneeka - A PRISONA OF WAR. we wanna to know who dese gits ar ennit?
 * Grimm - hm ok

They threw the Walgolorian down, who sat up, struggling against her bounds, her face contorted into an enraged glare.


 * Grimm - WHO ARE YOO GITZ?! WHO DO YA FINK YOO IS KILLIN MA BOYZ?
 * Walgolorian - I won't waste time to talking to such lowly barbarians! You are all savages! The Mendel are coming for you, all of us! A race of true warriors who will...!
 * Grimm - YEH YEH SHUTZ IT DUM CHIK. DERES MOAR OF YOU ON DIS PLANET?
 * Walgolorian - *Smiles* Yes! Many more. Our Mendel kin will slash you to pieces with our Claymores and axes. The Kadalian will crush you under their firsts! The Orgaat will make a feast of your bones! Kill me and my tribe if you wish, but know more will come to see you dead!
 * Grimm - hmm. i fink ill do jus dat.

Lifting up his blasta, mounted on his left arm, he opened fire, tearing through her armor and organs, as she feel to the muddied ground, her blood soaking into the muddied earth. Several of the boys cheered, ready to fight.


 * Boy - so moar fitin?
 * Grimm - Yeah, and MOAR WINNIN to do.

In the Mendel base, in the capital city of Avernai, the Mendel where busy preparing for battle. Fuel and supplies where being counted, soldiers drilled. Some, off sharpening blades and axes for battle, some checking ammo, and others painting themselves and their armor. Saren sat in the middle of all of this, checking her supplies, as Mer'doth and his remaining scouts hobbled forward, bloodied and weak.


 * Saren - Mer'doth, Brother, what happened?
 * Mer'doth - Something I did not count upon, sister. Loron deploying strategy beyond, Shot, stomp, smash.
 * Saren - This is not the end, what happened to our allies won't happen to us.

Mer'doth nodded grimly as his comrades carried him to the medic bay, as Saren contacted one of her other comrades.


 * Saren - J'kal, are your tribes ready?
 * J'kal - Yes, we await your signal.
 * Saren - Just checking in. Keep on alert, and stay out of sight.

Twin Tides
The Mendel capital city of Karacum, was a center of business and trade amongst the warrior people in the Plazith Rim, in constant flux from trade with both allies, and strange aliens unseen by most of the galaxy. Yet, as was usually the case, the Mendel where quick to turn their cities into a fortress world when trouble began to stir. Razor wire, automated turrets, anti aircraft Mass Drivers mine fields and other defenses surrounded the city. Nothing the Mendel did not want was getting in.

Two Sneakaz watched the Mendel as their forces marched and drilled in preparation for the coming battle. One of them watched from his Snipa, trying to discern what was what. His partner whispered to him.


 * Sneaka 1 - yo see anyfing?
 * Sneaka 2 - yeh, lots of stoff. Dey really, really like their Dakka. And der shankaz.
 * Sneaka 1 - den let's get bak to da boss. He's gonna wanna hear dis. Its gonna be gud.

The two nodded, and activated their camouflage, and bounded into the forests, heading back to the others to report.

Commander Saren sat in the middle of the war room, with her various Sub-commanders and lieutenants, discussing the Loron and how best to destroy and route them. Two days had passed, and nothing had occurred since their breath skirmish between the Mendel scouts and Loron's "Sneaka" units. It had many Commanders understandably on edge. As of now, many where speaking of inevitable tide of Loron death that could come at any moment. Commander Saren calmed her comrades with the only way she knew how. She took out her sword, and slammed it into the table, silencing everyone else.


 * Saren - Now then, let's think rationally and not going losing our heads. These are Loron, we can expect brute force and direct combat. However, what our scouts have reported over these past few days, are sightings of Loron using scouting and infiltration techniques, not unlike our own Gvanta Clans.
 * Ugandalorian - What are you saying then, Commander?
 * Saren - I am saying that the strategies we employed against them in Mirus will not work here. The Loron here have more emphasis on stealth, for now, and seem to be observing us as much as we are trying to observe them. They may not be like my teacher, but there is more then brute force to them now.

Saren stood up, pulling her sword out of the table, and with a single curt motion, re-sheathed it.


 * Saren - Our victory today will rely on doing the unexpected, and fighting our foes a different way. Our god, Hoorangiir demands evolution, and so we must evolve to face this new threat.
 * Walgolorian Commander - Then what do we need to do?
 * Saren - Simple. We deploy our scouts once more, but this time, we deploy our Orgaat. Only they and a few others can match the Loron in close quarters. Once we have located where they are operating out of, we will launch an all-out assault. A rolling tide of death, a hurricane of destruction.
 * Kodalorian Commander - Poetic enough, but can it be pulled off?
 * Saren - It will have to. We have to break the Loron horde here, or we will be broken ourselves.
 * Kodalorian - Then may the Gods grant us victory in this hour of need.

The Commanders nodded solemnly as Saren dismissed them with a gesture. It was time to implement a new strategy, and win this battle.

As the sun began to dip under the hills of Jeroi, packs of reptilian creatures left the city, hunched over, and carrying with them large rifles and polearms. These creatures began splitting into small groups and heading out. The had begun their hunt. While no where near the full amount of Orgaat in the Mendel's armies, the few packs that had stayed in the city, and not the swamps of Jeroi, where eager to get out and meet their foes in the open fields of battle. Night was when they where truly able do their best work at scouting.

The Reptilian-bird creatures, with their muted coloration, where difficult to see once the sun finally slipped below the hills, and night fell upon the planet. Now would begin the moment the Orgaat had waited for. A fight with the Loron, in savage melee, just as they liked it. Where's most of the time, Mendel would deploy fire teams and Orgaat together to systemically remove Loron hordes back home, these new Loron where far too cunning. As such, the quick, stealthy movement of the Orgaat would be paramount in this operation, with most Mendel being too heavy set and armored to allow such a thing.

The Loron, for their part, did not know what awaited them, simply believing the Mendel, as always, would hunker down and wait for them, giving them able opportunity to "plan" and formulate their attacks. The Orgaat however, had other plans, mostly to feed. The first few Sneakaz, going about their nightly scouting to observe and report on the Mendel, where silently removed by mostly unseen foes, who came upon them too quick for the Loron to react.

The Loron leadership was, of course, angered at the loss of contact with several of their sneakaz. Many felt the Mendel had stopped being "Stoopid wankaz" and had finally come out to fight. Many Loron joined together, grabbing whatever guns, shankers and other tools of war and moving to meet their foe. The Orgaat, where too small in number and lacking in any serious weapons to fight the Loron head to head, and stuck to the trees and under brush, where a game of cat and mouse began.

The Loron fanned out, first finding the bodies of their dead scouts, before doubling back and fanning out to search for the attackers. The Orgaat would have to move quickly, as the Loron where coming closer and closer to finding their attackers, and would certainly overwhelm the aliens.

The Orgaat moved in closer, and closer, and many packs began to head back, believing the mission hopeless without more numbers. However, the more resolute of them, probed just a bit further, before coming across the Hell-claw Mountains. A sector once used for mining, tectonic activity had rendered the area dangerous to local workers. Yet this did not deter the Loron, who seemed to have settled in and using the abandoned depot as a base of operations. The reptilian creatures began hissing and releasing pheromones, communicating to one another beyond the range of Loron ears, calling a full retreat.

Unfortunately, the Loron where not as ignorant as the Orgaat would've liked. For what the reptilian barbarians did not know, was that the Loron boss, Grimm'killa was there, and he displayed a much more cunning side then expected. The Loron boss, from a distance, looked like every other major opponent the Orgaat had tested themselves against; large, brutish, covered in scars and trophies of his fallen foes, several heads mounted upon the spikes on his shoulders and back.

Turning quicker then what his size would suggest, the Loron boss opened fire, his blasta tearing through trees and underbrush alike. His bodyguard, confused, but eager to kill something opened fire as well. The large caliber bullets not only could tear through the thick, noted trees that flanked the passes through the mountains. Many Orgaat where shot down, their thick hides and slight armor no match for the fire power of Grimm'killa and his boyz, even if they where shooting blind. The remaining Orgaat rose from their hiding places, opening fire with their rifles and long guns, but not amount of fire power could pierce the Lorons' hides, especially Grimm'killa, and his thick, muscled body further protected by armor, that will scraped together, could still shrug off the Orgaat's own primitive weapons.

Realizing this battle was untenable, and having what they needed, the Orgaat made a run for it. Though they managed to put distance between themselves and Grimm'killa's lot, several of the Packs ultimately ran into the lumbering hosts of Loron making the march back. Here, they not only faced the tender mercies of the Loron infantry, but many would be cut down by the Loron troops transports and tank pieces they had deployed, some merely cut to pieces by bullets, others had their very atoms burnt away by savage and unstable time weaponry.

Despite this onslaught, many Orgaat made it back to their camp, though where embittered at having to leave so many of their kin behind, their flesh to be wasted in Loron jaws and not that of their clan. Though battered, the Orgaat ultimately where able to bring Saren the information she would need, the location of the Loron base, and just a few details of the weapons they used. Curious of how advanced the Loron seemed, Saren made a note to have her troops loot whatever wreckage could be salvaged from this battle. Until then, she would need to wait and begin preparing her troops for the coming assault.

Through the Mountain Pass
Grimm'killa and Yar'khal stood overlooking the many jutting rocks and outcroppings in the great passes. The thought that such a defendable position, with able supplies for vehicles and other weapons, was left abandoned, seemed strange to the Loron.


 * Loron Boy - must not be da smartist gitz arond if dey leff dis place abandn'. dere's so much stoff ta build tankz and wut not, y leff it?
 * Yar'khal - dun know. deyz a weird bunch. cant say i'm impressed with der fittin skillz.
 * Grimm'killa - deze were jus sneakiez and scoutin forces. I still wantz to see wat der made of!
 * Yar'khal - tru. I cam here in fact to see wen dey wold com to fite. I wanna see wat der realy made of.
 * Grimm'killa - hur hur, so do I. dis will be fun.

The Loron had gathered in the enclave, new weapons and tanks glistening in the sun. The sight of such a large horde of boyz filled Yar'khal with much excitement. Such a massive horde would only grow, and, soon, he would rightly feared and respected for his power to conquer in the name of Da Rogue Boyz. Surely, Fre'kloar himself would promote him to an even bigger position of power within the Rogue Boy power structure. He would be the greatest boss of bosses. None would doubt him!

Grimm'killa, meanwhile, merely eyed his boss. He knew what thoughts went through his bosses' head, of ambition and glory, and Grimm would have none of that for himself. While a Boss himself, Grimm merely got that position by killing his enemies. As his name would suggest, he cared little for such things as power, or even bling. To kill and murder where his goals in life, any promotions and higher positions he achieved where merely because he was good at killing. So, if Yar'khal did indeed seek higher position, Grimm would follow. It would mean more gitz to kill, such as these Mendel boyz, and was less about loyalty to the cause.

Thoughts of bloodshed and murder where not far from Commander Saren's mind as her forces moved to the mountain base of the Loron. Surprisingly, no ambushes or Loron scout units had been engaged. Many Mendel where put on edge, though Saren expected this. Indeed, these Loron where, as she had always said, not mere idiots. They where most certainly as cunning as any foe the Mendel had faced, and to under-estimate their abilities was a fool's errand. It both unnerved her and excited her at the same time.

Alongside her was the tank of the famous Ugandalorian Tank-ace, Fenn O'Keless, who spied the horizon through his helmet's range finder. He turned to his Commander, who was, by now, in full battle armor.


 * O'Keless - We are nearing the Loron base. I can spot no enemies or traps. What is your directive, Commander?
 * Saren - Continue forward, with Cadre Companies A and B, and keep C and D in reserve.
 * O'Keless - Yes Ma'am.

The Tank Commander gave the signal, as the first two companies made their way forward, loading their rifles and carbines for battle, as the tanks glided forward. Now was the moment they had been waiting for. A chance to gain glory for their clans and ancestors, and be immortalized forever in the sagas.

Still, despite their lust for battle, this did not take away their tactical sense. They where going through a mountain pass that, while allowing them to march at full strength and not thin themselves out to make it through, still left them open to an obvious ambush. Many turned their rifles upward, ready for any Loron to poke his large head and fire their ramshackle guns down upon them.

They headed deeper into the pass, not picking up any signs of the Loron. The Sub-Commanders of the Cadre Companies, turned to one another, communicating via a quick exchange of gestures and body language, before continuing forward. As they did, Saren ordered the rest of her companies to edge closer, so as to constantly be within range of support.

As the Mendel edged forward, Grimm'killa and the other Loron watched from their hiding places. The Mendel had a feeling the Loron would appear from the rocky out-croppings above their heads, but they had no idea what Yar'khal had planned. Despite his bluster and claims of being a descendant of Trenn'fel, Yar'khal was not to be under-estimated. Seeing as this was, at one point, a mining station, it made sense to use the tunnels for battle. As such, the Mendel knew there where Loron possibly above them, but not below them.

Grimm'killa himself smiled just a bit at Yar'khal's thinking. There would be no escape for the Mendel. So many to kill. But Grimm held his bloodlust back. Not until they reached "Da Killy Point" would they launch their attack. The Mendel, meanwhile, lumbered closer and closer. Soon, they would right where Yar'khal wanted them. The Mendel approached, and 2 of the Ugandalorian Troopers approached a spot marked in a red square. Curious, one of them called over the Rally-Master, who stepped forward to see what they where talking about.


 * Trooper 1 - What do you think it is, Sir?
 * Rally-Master - Not sure, we should back away though, and inform the Sub-Commander.

As he spoke, a sub-terrain mine exploded, collapsing a section of the tunnel, and taking with it several infantry men and tanks. As that happened, several more explosions went off, all around the Mendel Position. The Warriors encircled, their tanks taking up position as Loron began to swarm out of the tunnels, very much like army ants on a rampage. Some used primitive jet packs to fly up, others, their natural wings, some just crawling over each other to reach the top. As they did so, Loron from across the top of the mountains and other out cropping popped up, firing machine guns and blasters down at the Mendel.

The barbaric defenders cared not, firing back at any Loron who approached, not matter their crushing numbers and firepower of their own. One of the Mendel sub-commanders hefted his sword out of his sheath.


 * Sub-Commander - The Battle is joined, come brothers, to war, to war!

The Mendel warriors gave a battle cry, some hefting out their great swords and claymores, others taking out axes and side arms as they prepared for the Loron charge. War cries went out on both sides, both making wild and barbaric gestures, their yells filling in the air even before the battle was joined. In a mighty tide of flesh and blades, the Loron slammed into the Mendel lines, some torn apart immediately by he Loron "Shanka" blades, as other meet them in melee, swords and axes clashing. Others stood back, roaring in laughter as their blastas opened fire, loud and screaming in blood rage. The Mendel answered with war calls of their, taking aim with plasma guns and opening fire, the air burning with the plasma smoke and gun fire.

The Loron piled onto the Mendel, and, although trained swordsmen from the day they could walk, could do little to stop and sheer numbers and unbound brutality of the Loron, many falling, swinging at their foes even as they fell. Gripping their weapons hard, many Giants rushed forth, matching the Loron blow for blow, smashing skull and bone with their massive guns, as the Loron answered with fists and their own melee weapons. Walgolorian gunners held fast, even as bullets began to tear through their armor, facing every Loron gunner emplacement with stoic resolve, set against their comrades' hot-blooded aggression and rage. Candarro Assault rumbled forward, grinding Loron bodies beneath them as they aimed their mass drivers, destroying out-cropping where ever the Loron pecked their heads out.

Meeting this brute power of the Mendel, where the Loron's tanks. Driven forward by an insane lust for violence that might well have eclipsed their own, the Mendel and Loron tanks clashed, Mass Drivers and other rounds blasting apart tank after tank, leaving wreckage all around. A few infantry squads bravely marched forward, rifles and other weapons firing away, as the Loron countered, then the Mendel countered back, a bloody dance reaped across the mountain pass, each displaying their barbarity and savagery in battle, as the other side repaid it with their own.

All the while, Saren did not simply sit back and watch. Indeed, her jet pack forces where already organized, and ready to move, her own jump jets primed and ready. With but an order, she and her troops rushed over the field, several of the troops firing wrist rockets and blasters down upon the savages. Grimm'killa himself was almost impressed by their resolve, but such would not savage them from being made fine trophies and another group to be killed by him. Bellowing and roaring to his Jetpackaz, the highly trained Loron broke off from beating upon their foes, and leapt into the air, eager to meet their foes. A few Loron smashed into the Mendel midair, crushing them in their hands, or pulping them in a brutal bear, some landing and using the Mendel as crash-pads, a few of the more crazy ones smashing into the ground and exploding in a brilliant display, promoting their comrades to whoop and cheer at such a glorious end.

The Mendel that remained landed and opened fire, not letting the loss of their comrades stop them from repaying the Loron's blows with blaster fire. Saren landed in the middle of her troops, fusion guns blazing as she fired upon several Loron, her guns melting through armor and flesh alike, and leaving smoking holes in their corpses. The odor filled the air, the smoke of Loron guns, the smell of plasma burn and Mendel blood intermingled with the Loron's own. Even in her battlesuit, Saren could not stop the foul odors from meeting her nose. Striding forward with determined confidence, Saren blasted away any Loron in her path, as she made her way forward, trying to find the Loron Boss in charge. Her hunger for blood would not quenched by his mere cronies. She wanted the strongest of these savages, to truly test her mettle upon. Her longing for a challenge would soon be meet.

Grimm'killa smiled to himself as he looked down upon his approaching foe. This one looked different, bigger and meaner then the other Mendel boys. Certainly he had to be the boss of these wierdos. He carefully positioned himself above the pass, before giving a whopping yell and leaping down. Saren back flipped out of the way, as Grimm'killa smashed into the ground with the force of a torpedo, sending dirt and rock flying away from him. She primed her blasters, as the mighty titan raised himself up, armor creaking and whirring. He gave a bellowing laugh, as he pointed his gun at her.


 * Grimm - yo pretty tuff, i'll admit dat, but ur gonna get crushed nao.
 * Saren - Good luck with that, tough boy.
 * Grimm - *Reeling back* wait ur a chikk?!
 * Saren - Yeah, aren't you?
 * Grimm - Shutz it, Chikk or not, I'm gonna stomp ya flat. especially after dat remark. dat's jus roode.
 * Saren - I've been waiting for this. I hope you are worthy opponent.

Saren charged her Fusion Blasters as she smiled within her helmet. Grimm'killa charged, swinging his Power Claw at the Walgolorian Warrior. The Commander merely ducked to the left and fired away, the plasma rounds hitting the armor and causing sparks to fly. Grimm merely growled and swung his claw back around, slashing into her side, and barely missing any major organs as she moved back.

Put Ya Hood Up
The battle of attrition had been stalemating. Both the Loron and the DCP had an almost endless supply, but the Loron were running out of both planets to convert to their nanomachines, and patience. They could only eat other aliens for so long. They needed to eat Grimbolsaurian. They needed to exact their revenge.

Hagto'Zhl, with Kal'kuir and Knar'gank in his ship, all stared at the DCP's maelstrom. Hagto'Zhl slammed his fist into the wall.


 * Hagto'Zhl - WHY WONT DA DCP LET US FITE DEM WAT A BUNCHA COWARDS
 * Kal'kuir - i cant even sneek behind deir lines
 * Hagto'Zhl - IM GOIN IN
 * Rogue Geek - Unfortunately, this ship, nor the rest of the fleet, can withstand the maelstrom defenses. Furthermore, if you do not attack anymore planets, and leave the fleet lying here, the DCP will continue to artificially create black holes and destroy your ships. Even if we get through, their ships use nigh impenetrable defenses. There is simply no way to attack the DCP.
 * Hagto'Zhl - MAN DIS IS SO ANNOYIN
 * Rogue Geek - ...Unless Kal'kuir's plan works.

The other two turned to Kal'kuir, who was whacking a terminal with his wrench and screwing it in place with his goggles on. It was made of mostly spare parts with a single fat screen, and a few levers with no description of what any of them did. But a sign on it read "DA BEST ONE". Later, he took his goggles off, turned to the others, and screamed with glee.


 * Rogue Geek - Indeed, Kal'kuir has the solution to our problems.
 * Kal'kuir - YEH MAN I GOT DA BEST FING
 * Hagto'Zhl - WAT

Kal'kuir rubbed his hands together, and on his new installation, pulled a lever. The machine whirred, steam came out, as the other two stared in excitement at this new tool. Finally, it steadied. Instead of steam, the machine burst out confetti, as the screen opened up to reveal a few Norol mechanical dolls dancing inside. Hagto'Zhl's look of excitement changed to a look of horror, while Kal'kuir continued to look excited. Knar'gank facepalmed.


 * Kal'kuir - SEE MAN ITS A LITTLE BUNCHA DANCIN FINGIES DEYZ FUN TA WATCH. DISLL SOLVE OUR PROBLEMS OF BOREDOM BY GIVIN US SOMFIN TA DO

Hagto'Zhl stormed over to Kal'kuir with a stern look on his face. He gripped him by the neck and slammed him up against the wall. Kal'kuir looked frightened and held out his hands.


 * Kal'kuir - WAT MAN I WAS TRYNA HELP...I CAN BUILD YOO RAPPIN DOLLS INSTED
 * Hagto'Zhl - I DUNT WANNA DOLL SHOW. I WANNA SMASH DA DCP
 * Kal'kuir - eh? why didnt ya say so i got dat ages ago

Hagto'Zhl kept his stern look, and released his grip. Kal'kuir fell to the floor, then scurried over to another computer, and pressed two buttons on it, as he grinned.


 * Rogue Geek - Oh, that solution? Kal'kuir...that uses stolen technology you and I reverse engineered and we have no idea if it works yet, not that it stopped you from installing it on every ship.
 * Kal'kuir - DIS ONE I CALL "DA HOOD". ITS A ONE WAY MIRRA DAT STOPS EVRYFIN FROM GOIN THROO WHILE YA USE IT. USES A LOTTA POWA BUT IT CAN STOP MOST GUNZ AN MOAR IMPORTANTLY GET US THROO DA BUBBLE

Kal'kuir continued to slam away the console. The invention he referred to was "nightshade". While in use, it could effectively hide the ship using it from the dimension itself. As Kal'kuir activated it, several other fleets in the vicinity, at the order ot the Rogue Geek, followed suit. A jump through hyperspace later, and they had arrived at DCP territory. Kal'kuir grinned to himself, as the cannon on Hagto'Zhl's ship aimed at the nearest DCP warship.


 * Kal'kuir - DIS ONE I CALL "DA SOLUSHON" altho da geekz call it da soliton. IT DOES A TRANSISHON FINGY DAT BREAKS SYMMETRIES OR WATEVA AN BASICALLY MAKES FINGS BREAK APART. ITS KINDA A BLAK HOLE. HURHURHUR I CANT WAIT TA USE DA DCPS OWN GUNZ AGENST DEM

Surprised that the Loron had not only broken through their defenses but aimed at them, the warship was barely able to respond before Kal'kuir fired his ship's weapon. Unable to deploy any countermeasures, the warship, as the soliton blast hit it, was torn apart, as the ship combusted. Other Sik Ships in the vicinity fired their own soliton weapons at the DCP's fleet. And with the enormous Loron fleet, it was not long before DCP defences around the star system were gone. Kal'kuir laughed as he turned his ship towards the planet, ready to fire Da Planet Eeta and turn it into more materials to build more ships of his own. He looked back at Hagto'Zhl, who had kept his stern expression.


 * Hagto'Zhl - i admit dat was sik BUT YOO SHULDNT HAV WASTED TIME BUILDIN A TOY AN JUS USED DIS FING. YOR GONNA SPEND ONE DAY IN DA BRIG DEN YOR GONNA MAKEMOAR SIK WEPONS LIKE DIS
 * Kal'kuir - MAN DATS NOT FAIR

But one thing was for certain: the Loron, with these two tools at their disposal, now posed a serious threat to the DCP.

Protectors of the Milky Way
The Loron fleet, now bigger than ever before, dismantled the world of Eeta at a higher rate than before, allowing them to hound surrounding systems continuously to weaken defences. Lunarai immediately realised the new striking advances made by the Loron had undermined his plans to hold the Loron at the gates of the coalition and wear them down. Specialised metric shields and soliton weapons were somehow now in Loron hands. So what next, he wondered? For now, the Loron had as much chance to gain on the DCP as they could repel it. Surprise had gripped the DCP's public consciousness, of which had now grown much more weary of war. The truth was, the coalition's territories no longer felt so safe, not since malign elements of the Technoosphere scattered the DCP fleets like reeds in the wind, and subverting control of the DCP's Maelstrom almost as immediately, ending the DCP's campaign in the Great Xonexian Schism.

Lunarai met with his chief commanders for the beleaguered sector, as well as his father, the former Emperor, and brothers. Even the the rogue Warlord Eclipsos had arrived, who had become Lunarai's mentor, and had experience fighting hordes of Mantisorac. Eclipsos took not even a glance at Wormulus, who did the same. Lunarai was now the leader, regardless. Warlord Titanozor was enraged, gazing away before smashing the power-axe he always carried through the floor. Titanozor now prepared his weapons. ''Remind me why he is here?! He is war criminal, if not THE war criminal.'' Wormulus then glanced at Eclipsos for the first time, if just fleetingly. Lunarai realised this was the first time he had seen Eclipsos since the pivotal fight over Mirenton many decades before, but no words were spoken. Would this be the first of a reunion, or the last?
 * Emperor Lunarai - Greetings gentlemen. It disappoints me hat it will now be unreasonable to send Titanozor to fight the source of the Loron in a single battle.  The unexpected turn of events have quadrupled the Loron's numbers.
 * Suzerain Eclipsos - Fitting that our best Loron killer acts like one.
 * Sherif Brakenmal - We have moved back as much of the key sites for industry as we could in the sector. The people, however, are growing unsettled, many want to stay and fight.  This is not the War of Ages however!
 * Emperor Lunarai - Well, it is starting to look like it. What troubles me is that many forces have attempted to breach the Maelstrom before: the Grox, the Dominatus, the Vermulans, Xonexi Alliance and indeed the Civilisation.  But in either case, it was either an attempt to win a campaign of rapid dominance or hold territory.  The Loron are effectively consuming to fuel their war-front in our own yard.
 * The Venerable and Amaranthine Wormulus II the exalted Idol and Father of and for the Delpha Coalition of Planets - I have given you the gift of compassion, Lunarai. You are indeed compassionate for the welfare of our people, for now I believe you must listen to the public consciousness.  We are losing territory, so what if we can move our colonies?  It means we are fleeing, and we cannot do that forever.
 * Warlord Titanozor - I say we let our people stand and FIGHT. The Loron are stronger than non-augmented soldiers, but we fought the Xhodocto with valiant fervour!
 * Suzerain Eclipsos -No, fool. What good is there fighting at home like that when the Loron turn every planet they reach into rubble?
 * Emperor Lunarai -Lets not forget that we have a big advantage over the Loron. They may have developed or stolen advanced technologies, but they are still very poor strategists.  It is believed they had this technology all along and forgot to use it, or something!   My point is, this "nightcloak" technology is new to them, but we have known it since the Cognatus wars.
 * Sherif Brakenmal - Yes, whenever they turn those shields on, they can't see out, and it taxes them of power. I see...  We could manoeuvre our ships, and perhaps cloak our worlds with ghost phase!
 * Emperor Lunarai - You are right yes, but we should be careful not to overuse said strategies. What is important is that we get to the source of the Loron invasion, stop their advances and kill whoever is commanding them.  The Loron are barely cohesive even now.
 * Suzerain Eclipsos -I suggest you send fast craft with hard hitting weapons, that are capable of out-manoeuvring Loron weapons by hopping in and out of phase. That way, we can get Titanozor through the Loron melee.
 * Emperor Lunarai - Warlord Titanozor, I ask you to be in charge of this fleet. Meanwhile, I will see that resources are directed into slowing the Loron invasion.  I will have all capable citizens in reserve ready to fight, but in the military.
 * Warlord Titanozor - I cannot wait to obliterate their ships and smash their leader's skull in! Just like the old days...
 * Suzerain Eclipsos - Can't believe I was created with that thing.
 * Emperor Lunarai - Now now, we are not here for family dispute. I will have you both gone from my chambers.
 * Idol Wormulus II - Titanozor, be careful, my son. The Loron capabilities now are different.  You must channel your rage for the final assault, and use that head of yours to get there first.

Coalition forces were mustered from thousands of light years around to fight the Loron threat. The Maelstrom now breached, needed to be protected not by drones but by full military force, which would hit hard and fast at Loron manufacturing zones before they could ready their nightcloak. The Loron now believed they were unstoppable, and predictably were going in the direction that would lead them to the Delpha Sector and Mirenton. But many did not realise the nightcloak technology would blind them while in use, allowing the DCP time to out-manoeuvre the Loron ships by a tiny margin.

Lunarai also had one more trick that the Loron would not have anticipated: the DCP had new allies and now saw the value of collaboration rather than reaching for dominance on all levels. Lunarai was entrusted as a "Dual Protector of the Galaxy" along with Alexandre I, Emperor of the French Empire and president of France. The DCP had been giving knowledge to Alexandre's administration about the Loron threat, who up to this point like the DCP believed that the Loron were a mob, a disorganized and highly erratic actor whose energy and power will crash harmlessly on any form of organized, systematic defence. They believed the Loron could be channelled like water such that their destructive rage would be mitigated by directing it at themselves. France at this time was not enthusiastic about being embroiled in a war as they were busy in Borealis. Hearing that the Loron now had made massive gains, Alexandre honoured his commitment to the security of the Milky Way through the Grand Commonwealth of Sovereign States. It was decided that France would hold the rear, taking command of trade routes while maintaining a free flow of traffic and surveying hyperlanes for suspicious activity while DCP forces returned home to fight head on. France, and other allies of Borealis were tasked with investigating the black market for any advanced technologies that could have been feeding the Loron advance.

L'Écu Français
"It is important not to overstate the threat posed by the Loron. They possess advanced technology and the means to do serious damage, but that does not change the fact that they are a mob, not a state. They are disorganized, highly erratic, and lack any form of serious leadership or direction even in this moment. They have no strategy, no grasp of tactics, no organization beyond that of momentary greed and lust for violence. To take them on like one would a state––on equal terms, in a competition of military and industrial might, would not only be a waste, it would be a grievous mistake. The Loron onslaught is a tempest whose character can be likened to water. Their energy and power will break itself harmlessly on our walls when faced with any form of systematic, organized defense. But if we were to wade out into the shallows, we would be surrendering that advantage. Fighting on their turf, on their terms, we would be deferring to their strengths––flexibility, spontaneity, and instability––and risk being trapped by the rigidity of our own forces. I fear that we might be swept off our feet and drown. The Loron threat must be addressed through mitigation and a limited marshaling of forces. The question is not how it must be defeated, but how we can best protect ourselves before it disintegrates on its own."

- Lord-Ambassador D'Arcy Marcoux

If the four years after the Great Xonexian Schism had seen the galaxy rebuilt through the coordinated efforts of Emperors Lunarai and Alexandre, the first major security challenge to the integrity of their galactic system came in the form of the Loron Crisis. It would be remembered as a textbook example of cooperation between the former rivals, of governance and security implemented in proportion to the means and the strengths of the two protectors, and of their willingness to sacrifice materiel, treasury, and manpower in the defense of their galaxy despite being under limited threat themselves.

While this is the narrative quickly became mythologized after the fact, it is often forgotten that France appeared to vacillate in the early days of the crisis. The power which had been most insistent on the creation of binding galactic norms and laws, of bodies of collective security, of responsibilities doled out to the most capable among nations, seemed content in its political discourse to pretend that the Loron threat did not exist, its attention instead consumed by dramas unfolding in its Borealian and Bunsen colonies. When the Loron poured into the northern Milky Way and southern Andromeda, French representatives dismissed the need for extraordinary measures, confident in the idea that the onslaught would break immediately when faced with even the weakest organized defense. France would honor its commitments if called upon, these statesmen assured their interlocutors, but to call for preemptive action would be premature, a waste of resources, a pander to sensationalism, and dangerous given the unpredictable nature of the Loron. France, the revolutionary power and grand master of coalitions, would not lead in 2810 as it had in 2793, 2802, and 2806; it would follow.

This evolution of the French character baffled contemporaries, especially the leadership of the Delpha Coalition of Planets––which perceived in the Loron an undeniable, irrevocable threat of the same kind as the Dominatus or the Xhodocto, if not on the same scale. To a union guided by warriors and governed by technology, there was no question: the Loron were worthy and potent adversaries with the means to do harm, and thus needed to be confronted and defeated in the field of battle. To the French Empire, a nation led by statesmen and governed by systems, it was baffling that a group without the cohesion and organization of a state could be any more than a nuisance. Burdened by a contested political situation, two colonial crises, and a public increasingly weary of foreign entanglements, it seemed more likely with each passing day that Paris would issue no response.

Yet, behind a decieving facade of seeming assurance and disinterest––even willing denial––the French government was paralyzed by internal debates happening at every level. Factions in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Ministry of Defense, the Grand Navy of the Empire, and in the entourage of the Emperor himself, agonized over the framing of policy in a heavily politicized and contested process. The Imperial Parliament waged its own turf wars, with the Valérist coalition split over whether this was an issue to be decided by the Parliament or the Emperor, and the opposition derisively trumpeting Alexandre's next misguided military adventure. With no ability to maneuver, with his popular support and political capital drained by his efforts to remedy the situations in Borealis and Bunsen, Alexandre assented to the pressure of his Premier and delegated the matter to Parliament.

Another Slice of Apalos
Apalos had observed how the capabilities of the Loron had vastly increased in a short span of time. Now that the Milky Way Front was about to truly begin, it was time to strike at the Loron leadership, both as it was at its most vulnerable - the Loron forces would only increase in number from here, and were presently spreading out to engage with their enemies - and in order to ensure that it would no longer have any influence in the conflict.

Kal'kuir's ship was soon located, and a squadron of probes were sent to engage it. The Sik Ship quickly responded with a storm of turbolaser bolts, but a few unexpected superlaser blasts from the probes weakened its shields and scarred its armour. The probes broke formation as the armour healed itself, darting around to evade the batteries of particle weapons as their own weapons cooled down. Little by little, the wounds in the Sik Ship's armour started to accumulate, and as its weapons were targeted, its ability to inflict damage of its own was also reduced. This was just compensated for by the overwhelming firepower that it was still able to muster, which filled the surrounding space with glowing fusion-grade plasma and was able to break though the probes' shields and hulls at enough of a rate to reduce the stress that its own defences were under.

It did not take long before Kal'kuir's two most powerful weapons were brought into action. Within the space of a second, one probe found itself gutted by an exploding black hole, while a second saw the effects of "Da Solushon": vortons vaporised its shields and shredded its armour, and then monopoles and Q-balls reacted with the resulting plasma and turned it into a viscous gas of antimatter.

Although only four probes were still intact, the Sik Ship would not have the opportunity to finish them off, for an Apalos Temple Ship a kilometre in length materialised in the near distance. The Loron, no longer concerned about the tiny probes, fired all of the weapons that they could at the dreadnought, including a black hole and a supernova-bright beam of solitons. Although damaging, a single barrage was not devastating, and the Temple Ship responded in kind as one rectangular face shifted into an orderly array of gun ports and saturated the Sik Ship's shields with antimatter bullets. The four surviving probes took advantage of the opening and another few superlaser blasts struck the vessel, taking out its engines and most of the supporting infrastructure around them.

Knowing better than to let this continue, Kal'kuir ordered all of his weapons to fire once more at the Temple Ship, and activated his vessel's nightshade to give his ship a chance to repair its armour before adopting the time-honoured tactic of firing randomly in every direction in the hope of hitting enemies that they could no longer see. They were not alone in having nightshades, however, and the Temple Ship took the opportunity to make use of its own as well. Unlike the Loron, Apalos chose a less wasteful technique, and launched a few dozen mini pizza-shaped missiles instead. Once the missiles passed the half-way mark, they turned off their engines so as to cruise the rest of the way, and folded themselves into the form of shaped-charge calzones. Although several of them were caught by turbolaser bolts, the rest were joined by the (now three) remaining probes, and with the coordination of the climax of a posthuman synchronised swimming routine, they all simultaneously triggered high-powered hypermatter self-destructs.

Both the Temple Ship's and the Sik Ship's nightshades dissolved away, revealing two warships whose fully-healed hulls shone in the starlight as though they had been freshly moulded from the finest diamondoid, and whose guns almost seemed to twitch with excitement as they were ready to rend their opponents into interstellar dust. The exchange that followed was almost an anticlimax. From the Loron vessel, as soon as the black hole and soliton weapons fired, only a few more particle beams emerged before the cannons spluttered, struggling for power. Meanwhile, the Temple Ship did nothing, focusing all of its energy on maintaining its shields and armour against the Loron attack. The Sik Ship's fusion reactors quickly produced enough power to allow the turbolasers to open fire again, but it would soon be to their detriment.

The hypermatter explosions had altered the topology of spacetime up to nearly a light minute out, destroying the planckscale curvature required for hyperspace to exist throughout the entire volume. Two warships, both designed in a universe where the resources of hyperspace were freely available, found themselves hopelessly unsuitable for this small region of spacetime where it had ceased to exist. However, Apalos had one advantage over their adverseries: they were aware of this. Not only could neither Apalos nor the Loron draw upon hypermatter as a power source, they could not dump their waste into the cryogenic sea of hypermatter fog either; while the Temple Ship stayed still, doing the bare minimum necessary to survive against the Loron onslaught, the crew of the Sik Ship continued as though nothing was wrong, only to find their weapons overheat and explode in front of them. Now unhindered by the need to maintain their defences, Apalos fired another volley of antimatter bullets, not only overloading but also burning out the Sik Ship's shield generators. Now neither offense, defence nor escape were open to the Loron, while the Temple Ship was still fully functioning, albeit far from unharmed.

It was at this moment that hyperspace, having spread back through the void at the speed of light, at last returned to the location of the battle. Apalos no longer held back, sending a hailstorm of blaster bolts pummeling through the Sik Ship's substructure, beating bulkheads and blast doors alike into a cloud of molten dust. From where the bridge had been, Kal'kuir's escape pod emerged through the red-hot smoke and flew away from the devastation. This did not evade the attention of the Temple Ship, which had no intention of letting it get away. A glowing blue pulse emerged from the end of the Temple Ship, opened up into a wormhole, and swallowed the pod. Kal'kuir found himself back in Borealis, no longer in a position to affect the war in the Milky Way.

Ants against Ants
On the Milky Way front, the Delpha Coalition had taken much of the Loron's brunt forces. The hyperlanes between the Milky Way Cooperative and Grand Commonwealth of Sovereign States on the opposite side of the galaxy were being harassed by stealth warboss Knar'gank with increasing ferocity, and civilian lives were being cost for it. The DCP had entrusted that France would send all they could to the region while they worked to repel the massive Loron infestation that had breached their territory, although sent forces coreward to barricade the centre. France had proved to be indecisive on playing their part, leaving much of the galaxy an open field to attack. The DCP was trying to convince the French that the Loron were just enough organised to be a threat, and had struggled to understand how the character of France could change so quickly.

The war boss Knar'gank was surprisingly intelligent and organised for a male Loron. A numerous species such as the Loron were bound to have anomalies, and he had developed a reputation amongst Da Rogue Boyz for his cunning, to become the the highest ranking "Sneeka". Knar'gank had hoped that he could steal some advanced technology being exchanged between the Cooperative and Commonwealth. A base of operations had been established over a dozen planets, all heavily fortified and thermally silent in hyperspace, and all being consumed to build a fleet. Unfortunately for Knar'gank, many of his Boyz were not quite as intelligent as him, sometimes forgetting not to blare out their rap battles into hyperspace for all to hear. However, the war boss felt at ease, neither the Apalos, DCP or France had shown any sign of being near. And better still, his Boyz had pirated a strange and crystalline artifact being transported through a nearby hyperlane. It didn't appear technological, and was just small enough to fit around his neck. He thought it was "Propa bling".

Knar'gank was awoken one morning later on the main planet to a commotion of swearing and shouting, such as "WDaF is dat?" Peering up and squinting, he could see the faint light of a dozen new moons. However, in space it had been a different story, as a large swarm of asteroids and planetoids had materialised, crushing many of his ships in orbit. The Loron had never seen anything like this, and Knar'gank was mesmerised as meteor-like objects began to rain down on the surface. Some of the larger bodies had begun to fragment from coming within the planet's Roche limit. Loron snipers sighted long tendrils extending the planet's surface, from the bottom of which tumbled a liquid biomass. Small starfighter-like objects, but with wings rushed at the Loron at high speed and were the first to arrive; the Sniparz eagerly shot them out of the skies. But what the Loron saw approaching on the ground appeared to be a huge, scurrying land army. Jumping at the opportunity for a fight on the ground, many of the Sneaky Boyz relished at the opportunity to fight in close combat, forgetting they were stealth troopaz. As the invading force came within visual range, they became more excited, as the army appeared to be composed of giant beasts which the Loron are raised to fight, many put down their long-range weapons. Knar'gank's army charged the incoming wave with blasters and melee weapons.

The Loron were unknowingly fighting the Mantisorac, an insentient species of insectoids that lived in symbiosis with space-borne organisms. The ensuing battle was of raging ferocity, that lasted well over a day. The Loron were strong enough to fight the Mantisorac one on one despite being of similar size, and were able to to send several of them flying with a single blow or squashing them when they were down like bugs. But the Loron found that the Mantisorac did not seem to care for their losses, or have any sense of pain or fear. Not that it mattered, to the Loron, bug squashing was very fun to begin with. But the Mantisorac kept coming and coming in great rivers of super-hard flesh and jaws, and even the Loron began to tire as they had forgotten to microwave enough pizza that morning. Eventually the Loron found themselves outnumbered and overwhelmed, more and more Loron lines became buried alive, crushed many of the Mantisorac too. Knar'gank realised he had made a tremendous mistake in letting his Boyz fight hand to hand, and called a retreat back to base. They must shell the hell out of whatever the new attackers were. Back at base, cannons and sniper fire was attempted to force the invaders back, but a great wall of dead had risen and was being pushed forward. Meanwhile, the air became toxic as vapours from the myriad of asteroid impacts now filled the air. The Mantisorac began to spit corrosive fluids onto the walls of the base, and started building towers of bodies to climb over barriers. Meanwhile, swarms of flyers landed on any structure they could find in great numbers, and beat their wings furiously, their own body heat baking tanks and fortifications from the inside out. The defeated war boss didn't feel so clever as he had beaten several of his fellow Boyz out of the way to a shuttle craft. He needed to warn his other bases and prepare them for a defence in space.

Knar'gank didn't know the connection between the "Dat Blingy thing" he had chosen to wear around his neck and the Mantisorac. Over a decade before, the Vermulans had discovered the crystal had a strange connection to a precursor race. The crystal had an enraging effect on the Mantisorac that seemed to call them from across an entire galaxy. Originally from the Large Magellanic Cloud, a gigantic swarm had descended on the Milky Way and gradually dispersed, but not disappeared. The re-appearance of the crystal had once again self-organised Mantisorac from across half a galaxy. In the next system, Knar'gank had barely a few hours to warn his forces before the Mantisorac followed him. This time the Loron put up a fairer fight, antimatter weapons and "solushun" beams tore the rocky asteroid ships asunder. But once again, the Mantisorac kept coming, and now the Loron were fully on the defence as opposed to building fleets of ships or harassing trade routes. The need to use hyperspatial technologies to fight and communicate also revealed the coordinates of their hidden bases to the Delpha Coalition of Planets and France.

The genius behind this was strategy was from a neither a French strategist or from the DCP's generals. It was from Eclipsos, Lunarai's older brother and leader of the Magellanic Sovereignty. It was not because he had great love for the DCP, but that it would relieve his younger brother of problems. The Sneaky Boss Knar'gank could now be located from the sheer number of Mantisorac chasing him, and the Loron would in return reduce Mantisorac numbers in the galaxy.

Da Libertus Meat
Arriving on planet Nevrasón, all together in transport ships, the Loron stood in front of the doors, eagerly awaiting the landing on the worlds of Cyrannus. Many of them had never left the galaxy before, let alone visited Cyrannus, and had no idea what to expect. They had heard stories of the, and though the race were an agile and tough species, they knew that they were no match for Loron - and more importantly, that they sounded tasty. Just as the ships were approaching their stealth landing on the world, Rel'larutina and her second in command, Traz'raka, appeared before them all on hologram.


 * Rel'larutina - Now, remember: the places much more emphasis on its space force than its Army. This means that our top priority is to prevent any of their ships from bombarding the world. This outpost consists of several colonial cities, we're going to need to take out all of them while the rest of our fleet enters orbit.
 * Traz'raka - i hate da republicans man. deyz all stuk up old geezas an deyz all hypocrits. deyz all on about "muh second ammendment rites" an "aborhson is wrong" an "global warmin dunt exist" like i wanna slap dem
 * Rel'larutina - Uhh...what?
 * Traz'raka - eh nevamind

Rel'larutina shrugged, and her Norol hologram changed to her hologram of, as the Loron prepared for combat. Their mouths watered with saliva at the thought of tasting the Libertus for the first time, as Rel'larutina gave her final orders.


 * Rel'larutina - We're going to need to do this quickly, before they can bring up any reinforcements. Even if our fleet can likely overwhelm theirs, I'd rather not risk it while I have very little data on this galaxy. All of you are going with Traz'raka. Meanwhile, I'll take a platoon of Smashas with me to blow up the capital of this world, and cut off their main communications. While they're out scrambling around for a way to get a signal off this world, you move in and slaughter them.
 * Traz'raka - hurhurhur i cant wait ta see da looks on deir faces

At that moment, the ships landed, and the holograms began to fade. The doors opened and the ramps retracted, as they all opened their eyes to the lush, green world of Nevrasón, and the enormous city below the hill they had landed on. Only too late had the Republic detected Loron invasion. Traz'raka led his charge towards the city, as the Loron scrambled and kicked over one another rushing to the front lines, trying to be the first to eat a Libertus alive.

But the Loron were not unopposed. Not one of them had brought a Loron Tank with them, nor were their enough Booma Boyz with the firepower to face the Retexa-class Recon Walkers ahead of them, or to destroy the Deinos-class Armored Transports carrying Libertus soldiers. Their suppressing fire was not enough to hold off the Loron attack, but it was enough to prove irritating for Traz'raka. The bloodthirsty Loron fought one another over the taste of Libertus meat, many Loron killing other Loron rather than other Libertus. The frantic chaos of Loron warfare was certainly like nothing the Republic's army had faced before.

Traz'raka stood apart from his men, as he watched the Recon Walkers amass in a huger force, ready to reinforce the army. They had been unprepared for this attack, but nonetheless were ready to deal with it. Their cannons' suppressing fire, and the frantic Loron fighting one another over Libertus meat, seemed like it could play to the Republic's advantage. Traz'raka glared, and pulled out Lil' Homie, placing specialised ammunition in it.


 * Traz'raka - yoo wanna play ruff? awlrite...well play ruff...

Traz'raka loaded Lil' Homie once more with dark matter bolts in the cannon, and aimed them at the Recon Walkers. He grinned to himself as he held the gun to them.


 * Traz'raka - say hello to ma LIL HOME!!!!!

Traz'raka unleashed round after round of explosive bullets at the Recon Walkers. His single machine gun served almost as artillery in itself, as he destroyed the legs and the hulls of the Walkers. Their armor was able to resist a few of the blasts, but not many before Traz'raka could topple them over with the explosives within his cannons. He fired frantically unloading his magazines on them, destroying them before they could shift their fire towards him. The glee in battle shone in his eyes as he unloaded magazine after magazine upon them, until none remained.

Eventually, the Loron's numbers, and Traz'raka's fire, gave them the upper hand, and the Republic had fewer soldiers to spare. Though their infantry was well trained, it lacked the biological or technological enhancements of their Imperial counterparts, and their weaponry was simply not enough for the sheer amount and the sheer strength of the Loron. The Loron stormed through the city, as Nevrasón's local council began with the emergency orders to bombard the planet from orbit.

But Rel'larutina was waiting for this. With her Smashas, each equipped with jetpacks, she turned towards her fellow Norol as she prepared to attack the capital of the world miles away from Traz'raka's own invasion.


 * Rel'larutina - Okay, ladies, it's showtime.

Each of them jetted in, flying past the outer defensive turrets, and firing their own cannons at the unsuspecting civillians. The Norol weren't interested in eating anyone, but they were interested in carnage. As civillians screamed in terror at the surprise attack once they thought they were safe, the Smashas aimed specifically for the council hall. As each of them made their way towards it, they managed to destroy it, not only killing everyone inside, but preventing any signal from leaving the planet. This would not prevent them from sending any message, but it would delay, or at least reduce, the response from the navy to destroy the Loron invasion.

And now, her only goal was to destroy the city and bring it to rubble. Blasting apart the skyscrapers of the town with the other ladies, Rel'larutina had an almost Loron-like glee for carnage and wreckage. This was not war for them, but merely a competition of who could wreak the most havoc on the civillians desperate to flee the world, watching their homes be torn apart. Recon Walkers showed up to attempt to defend their cities, but they were simply no match for the Propa Big Rogue Smasha. Rel'larutina's spacetime cannon, the melee weapons that tore them apart with blades and the missiles made short work of any defenses.

Within mere hours, all life on the city had been destroyed. With the remaining Smashas, Rel'larutina took a stroll through the destroyed city, making sure nothing was left. She then fired up her jetpack to rejoin the ships, and prepared to attack the next world, as the Loron were trying to gain a foothold in this star system. Rel'larutina sent a message to Traz'raka.


 * Rel'larutina - That's good. They didn't see that coming, but it won't be as easy from here on out. We've got the numbers on them, but I still think we should be more weary of their much more powerful navy. I'd suggest eating one of the inhospitable worlds of this star system, and making more ships out of it.
 * Traz'raka - ehhhh dat was fun but I WANNA DESTROY MOAR STUFF WIV LIL HOMIE MAN
 * Rel'larutina - And you will. I'm letting you take over the invasion from here.
 * Traz'raka - YEEEEEEH wait wat relly
 * Rel'larutina - Really. The Republic didn't see this coming, but if we want to get to, we need to prevent any resistance at all. Of the inhabitants of Cyrannus, or close to Cyrannus, there are two other big names to watch out for: the Empire, and the . I doubt the Empire will care to defend the Republic if they themselves aren't threatened, but the Rambo likely will. Therefore, I'm going to take a wormhole nearby to cripple them so they cannot send any reinforcements. You keep the fleet going towards Mou'Cyran and destroy it.
 * Traz'raka - i meen i didnt lissen to any of dat but SOUNDS FUN MAN
 * Rel'larutina - Right. Keep in touch.

The Senate Responds
On the Republic Capital, the assembled Senators of the New Republic watched salvaged footage of the surprise attack on Nevrasón with horror. While the Loron were always considered a threat to the Republic's colonies in the Borealis Galaxy, an attack on Cyrannus was unthinkable. Slamming his fist onto his Senatorial Platform, Senator Rodyctor of Lacertia was the first to speak.


 * Rodyctor - How could this happen?! We have received no reports of any unauthorised use of the Borealisan Wormhole!

Senator of  scratched his chin, deep in thought.


 * Apollo - Clearly, they've discovered another wormhole leading from Borealis to Republic space. This brutal attack is likely due to our old alliance with the Unified Nation of Ottzello. We must respond.
 * Senator  - Quite, quite. Though I am deeply surprised that the arm of these brutes has grown long enough for them to consider attacking an extragalactic civilisation so far removed from their own sphere of influence. Such as it is.

Senator, just recently defeated in the Presidential Election nodded in agreement.


 * Raesa - I agree, though I must stress that the reason why this attack occured is now irrelevant. I concur with Senator Apollo. We must rally our forces, and those of our allies against this threat.

In the floating platform of the Proconsul, cleared his voice, prompting the senators to turn their attention away from the viewscreen and toward him.


 * Athan Apostila - We have already received a transmission from the, specifically Councillor , who requested aid from the unified forces of the Mou'Cyran Accords against this threat. The President has already agreed to send a taskforce from our Borealisan Defence Fleet, though this unprovoked attack on Nevrasón changes matters considerably. I will make an appeal to the Council of the Accords tomorrow, but in the meantime, we must track the movement of the Loron fleet in our space. Fleet Admiral will lead our efforts in this regard.

Unanimously the Senate agreed with the decision, though many rightly feared the next move of these marauding foes.

Da Navy Rekkin
Now in charge of the front, Traz'raka, Ray'loth and Brag'klogga could do as they pleased with the Loron fleet. With several quadrillion Sik Ships, their fleet was now going to take on the Republic's navy. Knowing that the Republic's navy was in many respects more advanced than their own, and was the key component of the Republic's military, the Rogue Boyz attempted to prove their dominance by beating them at their own game.

Over planet Halén, a world filled with orbital space factories building Liberator-class Star Dreadnoughts, the Loron fleet arrived with their enormous armada. They sent a transmission to the sizeable and formidable fleet that awaited them.


 * Traz'raka - OI DUMBOS. TRAZRAKA HEER. YOO FINK YOO HAV DA BEST FLEET? WELL WE GOT A BIGGA AN BETTA ONE DAN YOO. WES GONNA SMASH YOR PUNY FLEET AN GRAFFITI ALL OVA DA REKAGE!!!!!!!

The Republic were intimidated neither by Traz'raka's words nor the number of ships. Their own Praesator-class Star Destroyers immediately aimed their hypermatter torpedoes at the Sik Ships. Though their non-phasic deflector shields sustained some damage, many were simply destroyed. Inside the Sik Ships, Loron manning cannons blasted their plasma and particle cannons away recklessly, many shots missing the Praesators, but those that landing dealing damage much greater than the Republic expected.

Meanwhile, the X-15 Nychus fighters of the Republic attempted to swarm the Sik Ships. But s were simply larger in number, and the X-15s were overrun by the Fightas. Turbolasers flew at one another briefly, until the X-15s were mostly wiped out by Fightas that outnumbered them ten to one. While the Fightas missed almost every hit with their turbolasers, and the X-15s pilots were superior, the frantic chaos of the fight ultimately caused them to lose.

Now unopposed, the s began to swarm the Praesators. Dropping antimatter and plasma bombs, several Praesators could no longer sustain the damage from them and the Sik Ships' particle cannons. The bombardment increased from the Sik Ships who ramped up the pressure on the Republic. The Republic called in smaller Pheobus-class Star Destroyers, to which s, once again, outnumbered the superior ships.

But the massacre had not yet reached its climate. As the Liberator-class and Praesator-class Star Dreadnoughts moved in on the Sik Ships, firing turbolasers and hypermatter batteries, the Sik Ships brought out their main weapons: their relativistic missiles. Able to tear through the shields and armour of both Dreadnought classes after a few hits, they began to deal critical damage. And once again, the Sik Ships outnumbered the Republic 10 to 1. As the Republic fleet dwindled in numbers, it was now simply up to the Loron to kill the stragglers before they left the world, and to destroy the spaceship factory, and convert it to their own.


 * Ray'loth - R O A S T E D
 * Brag'klogga - BEETIN DEM AT DEIR OWN GAME...DIS DAYS COMIN!!!!!!
 * Ray'loth - MAN IT WAS SO GOOD DEY WAS ALL ARROGANT LIKE "LOL WE CAN BEET DESE GUYS DEY MISS DEIR SHOTS" AN WE WAS ALL "YEH BUT WE GOT MOAR DAN YOO" HURHURHUR

Though many Loron blasts failed to connect, the battle of attrition was not one the Republic could afford to pay. What was clear to them was that in a fleet of equal size, the Republic could come out the victors with ease, with only the Sik Ship relativistic missiles posing a significant threat. But the biggest challenge, then, was to match Loron numbers, now that one of their biggest manufacturers in the region was lost to them.

For infinity and beyond
The planet of Klagrad never witnessed so much activity in it's space. Since the savage attack of the Lorons against the New Republic, the Popular Republic deployed one of the largest force the Iron Navy ever gathered. Each day, thousands of ships arrived around the planet, assembling for what would hopefully become the extension of the Pax Infinitus Armada. In charge of the fleet present, Strategos Anasta was aboard her flagship, the Statorion. And yet, instead of being excited to take an active part in this major and heroic mission, the poor female algolurn was simply sitting at her desk in her quarters, alone. The call for aid from the Popular Republic and the Mou'Cyran was answered by several empires members of the MCA and yet, none appeared yet. The Strategos started to feel she would have to send her forces into the fray, unaccompanied... Having see several wars before, Anasta knew well not to underestimate her enemies' strengh, but she couldn't resign to leave the NCR people alone against the Loron scums.

The first of the MCA's alien members to arrive where a large flotilla of Mendel veseels, ever eager for battle and glory. Their vessels ranged from powerful Mendel battle ships, to monlithic Orgaat warspheres and Togunda trade ships yielding high fire power. Their Commanders, Kiun Adeddan and Kaworvol Nieras had both arrived to lead Mendel forces here. Both where the famed students of Walgolorian Commander, Curiantau'va, and masters of their own combat styles. Their warriors where ever eager for bloodshed and battle, and if one could see it aboard their ships, elder warriors eagerly painting and checking their armor, as younger warriors excitedly began proclaiming how many of the enmey they would be killing this day. For the Mendel, the Loron presented a challenge like no other, it would be time to pass their frustrations and sorrows onto the Loron this day.

Not far behind the Mendel were Persan vessels of the silver ships of the Primary Gamma 3rd Task Group of Cyrannus accompanied the dark green ships of the Secondary Epsilon 5th Task Group of Mirus, their hulls roaring with crimson flames as they burst from Accel Space. Twin Jabberwock-class Motherships bristling with anti-particle, helical rail, graviton, vector, nightmare, and accel wave weaponry. Deep inside the ship's imposing, gothic style interior lit by blood red and violet light various Persan warriors did the finally checks on their weapons, armor, WarMechs, and other eqqupiment and veichles while the drone of haunting chants filled the space. All must be ready and prepared for this new foe, no chances could be taken and every item from the heavest Black Rain WarMech to the simpalist of MediStim packs must be at optimal working effciancy.

The space surrounding the Waptorian ships shimmered as they dropped their cloaking shields and became visible to allied eyes. For the moment, they just hung there though they clearly were awake and had been for quite some time, making it impossible to say if they had arrived early or late. Amongst the monolithic flotillas of the Algolurn, the heavily armed navy of the Mendel and the almost warped fleets of the Persan, the lithe, almost frail-looking ships of the Waptoria provided an unusual touch. Fighting fire with fire was not their way; they would fight the Loron by staying out of the brutes' range, picking off tactially important command ships while using guerillia tactics to keep enemy reinforcements from reaching their destination.

The sight of the these alien allies, coming in her defense, comforted the heart of the Strategos. Yet, the worst was still to come for the allies.


 * Strategos Anasta - Glad to see the Waptoria, Mendel and Persan are still as strong as ever!
 * Commander Kiun - Yes, despite some...setbacks, we are here to avenge our allies, and do our part to create peace once more.
 *   - As are we. An plea of an ally cannot be ignored.
 * Miru - "Indeed, the Loron posses one of the most dangerous threats in the current state of galactic affairs. We must be efficiant and precise to achieve optimal victory."
 * Strategos Anasta - We have to meet brothers in arms, we have much to discuss in preparation 

And thus the Armada was assembled, as the four capital ships of each empires navigating in position to get side by side, in order for the commanding officers to climb aboard the Statorion.

Battle of the Bragolben Asteroid Belt
The Spirit of the Republic—the first Republic-class Star Dreadnought—hung in low orbit over a gas giant in the Sokahan Sector of the, close to the main theatre of combat against the marauding hordes of the Rogue Boyz. Adjacent to the cavernous main bridge, Fleet Admiral stood with his chin cradled in his hand. Standing at the head of the table, he was joined by several other senior officers of the Spirit, who had gathered for a strategy meeting with the admiral in the wake of Loron raids along the Liberón Trade Route. The Republic was quite desperate for a major victory over the Rogue Boyz, who had utilised swarm tactics to make up for their technological disadvantage.

Republic Strategic Intelligence had supplied information which pointed toward a Loron fleet refueling in the nearby Bragolben Asteroid Belt, which would ordinarily hide ships from sensors. In Kuestantine's mind therefore, they would be woefully unprepared for a counter attack of considerable proportions. Running her fingers across her head tail, Kuestantine's first officer, the Commander Asershoh, looked at her superior officer with concern in her eyes.


 * Asershoh - Are you sure this is our most prudent strategy, Admiral?
 * Kuestantine - Our enemy believes that they are invisible from our scanners, Commander. They are vulnerable. It was a grave mistake to refuel within our own space... never interrupt your opponent when they are making a mistake.

Nodding, Asershoh indicated to their subordinates that the meeting was over. Nodding to the Admiral, she returned to her station, as he returned to his. With an unspoken signal to his navigation officer, an order went out throughout the assembled fleet. The time had come. One by one, ships shot off into the void of hyperspace toward their destination.

On the bridge of a Loron Sik Ship, Warboss Rotag'shagol oversaw a fight to the death between two of his underlings who sought a more comfortable position on the often chaotic bridge. As the duel progressed, his least favourite combatant began to gain the upper hand. When his preferred underling lost an eye stalk in the bout, Rotag'shagol rose to his feet, unholstered his gun and shot the other combatant in the face.

Suddenly, the bridge was rocked with explosions.
 * Rotag'shagol - hurhurhur I WIN LOSAS.

The arrival of the Republic fleet was protended by the simultaneously detonations of hyperspatial warheads within several unshielded Loron vessels, transporting large portions directly into the void. On the bridge of the Spirit of the Republic, the starlines streaked across the bright black. The massive vessel had dropped out of hyperspace in a position under the asteroid field which the Loron were both mining and refueling amongst.

Rising from his command chair, Aver Kuestantine began to shout out orders to his crew as more and more Republic vessels joined the fray. Included in the flotilla was the Impavid under the command of Captain, the Allecto under Captain and the Guarlara under Captain.


 * Aver Kuestantine - All batteries, fire!

The equivalent energy of a main sequence star was unleashed by the combined firepower of the fleet; streaks of cerulean energy erupting from the turbolaser batteries of the various Frigates, Destroyers and Dreadnoughts under Kuestantine's command. Though the amount of Loron ships caught unaware was great, a considerable number had managed to survive and regroup behind one of the larger asteroids. The Sik Ship under Rotag'shagol was one such vessel, which soon managed to disable three Republic Star Destroyers before exploding under the intense enemy bombardment. By swarming the Republic's smaller ships, the Loron Fightas and Bombas had managed to destroy several Republic corvettes and frigates in the chaos, though as the battle continued and the amount of larger Loron vessels decreased, it soon became apparent that the Republic had enjoyed its first key victory in the conflict.

When the battle had ended, Aver Kuestantine sighed in his chair. Commander Asershoh approached with a smile.


 * Asershoh - Congratulations admiral, a significant victory.

Kuestantine smiled at his first officer.


 * Aver Kuestantine - Congratulate me after we rid the galaxy of this menace, alright?

Da King Takes Da Pawn
Planet Tiideran, a colony. Freezing cold, mostly barren, the world was a mining colony, covered in icy glaciers, mining robots for the, and more importantly, hundreds of civillians. The world was still rich with resources, ones which the Loron would love to mine for themselves. Grak'tona was spoilt for choice for this world. Would he turn it into his new ice palace throne world in this galaxy, or simply eat it up and turn it into more starships for his royal fleet?

He had yet to decide. While Zalk'don commanded his ships to destroy the surrounding defending fleet, Grak'tona, with an army of Freezflamas, and his trusty sidekick Drizz'pyrokirk, crashed down at the top of an enormous mountain. This itself contained an underground colony, his first target. Grak'tona turned towards Drizz, and pointed at the mountain. Drizz grinned, as he pulled out his Flama, as his other Freezflamas followed him. The flamethrowers burned through the ice as they made their way towards the colony.

The colony was far from defenseless. None of them had expected the Loron starfleet to push through the orbital defenses and reach the world, but they were still prepared. The fierce militia came out of the caves in full force, ready to protect their kin and their resources. Their guns blazed, but they had never fought Loron before, and had no idea what they were in for. As many Freezflamas fell, those pushing through set the colonists alight, burning alive. It was like a living nightmare for those so used to the cold to experience heats in excessive of a thousand degrees celcius.

Grak'tona himself roared, as he charged forward at the colonists. Several mining robots quit their mining jobs, as they tried to fire upon the Loron, but Grak'tona barged through them, knocking them down with his shoulders or simply slapping them to the floor and exploding them. Another he grabbed above his head, and threw it towards the colonists, as its drill severed the colonists' head while the explosion splattered their remains. Grak'tona ordered Drizz and his men to head inside the caves, and flush out any remaining colonists, so as to spread a message to them.


 * Drizz'pyrokirk - oi man deres still dat colony below da mountain man
 * Grak'tona - den we can get to dat afta we killed dese geezas in da name of da king
 * Drizz'pyrokirk - no man...i got an idea...can we get zalk'don ta fire at da mountain?
 * Grak'tona - eh sure

Grak'tona headed inside the nearest cave opening, as he gave the order to Zalk'don. A missile hit the mountain, which began to shake. The hordes of Freezflamas and the bombardment from Zalk'don's ships had caused the once rock-solid mountain to begin to crumble. Despite the violent shaking, the colonists of a big tailed species were able to maintain their balance and stance, whilst smaller of not same species held onto them. The colonists were confused by the whole act and exchanged words loudly. Everyone paniced, until Grak'tona held his finger to his mouth and ordered them to hush.


 * Grak'tona - SHHHHHH. yoo dont yell wen deres an avalanche man.
 * Drizz'pyrokirk - yeh...yoo kno wat ta do
 * Grak'tona - da king ordas yoo ta do da reel fing yor ment ta do: YOO RAP DA AVALANCHE RAP TO DA GOD OF AVALANCHES SO HE SAVES YOO!!!!!

The other Loron cheered, as they began to pull out their speakers and began rapping. The mountain crumbled down, as the bombardments and the noise of the Loron caused its foundations to shake. A few colonists attempted to go out fighting, but they were little match for the sheer numbers of the Freezflamas. And soon, icy glaciers fell and crushed the colony, as they attempted to flee out of the other caves. Grak'tona and the other Loron laughed hysterically, as they too fled the caves. Many of the Loron found themselves trapped beneath the rock and ice, but those remaining got out.

A boulder came crashing down from the top of the mountain. It picked up momentum, crushing colonists and mining robots alike. Several more joined it. Many other Freezflamas, including Drizz, dashed out of its way, ready to let it crash on the colony below the mountain. But Grak'tona didn't move an inch. As the boulder hit him, it simply collapsed in his path, as Grak'tona stayed stood where he was, completely unflinched, his tough skin protecting him as he simply shrugged it off.

The mountain collapsed, as the rocks and ice fell towards the colonies below. Grak'tona gave his final orders.


 * Grak'tona - I MADE UP MA MIND. dis planet ent worthy of da king. we'll find a new ice planet an den if its not perfect WE TERRAFORM IT AN MAKE IT PERFECT.
 * Drizz'pyrokirk - so yor gonna destroy it?
 * Grak'tona - yeh. take me bak to ma ship, Da Royal Chariot, an lets go take da rest of dese stoopid Nomat-watevas. i dunno deir name but deyz allied wiv da heretikz.
 * Drizz'pyrokirk - chek up on golthabex man. lets see how hes doin.

Gol'thabex was half way across the galaxy. He had different orders entirely: kill the leading officers of the PAE. And his first target: Ashmaga Kanesh, aboard the HHS Radiance. Formerly High Ordinator of the Ecclesial Navy, now Lady Admiral of the United Andromedan Navy. Allegedly the supreme naval authority in the - though that hardly mattered now. was over, and the Great War the Ecumene as a whole abstained from. Now the Ecumene's federal military was, at best, nothing more than a glorified police force.

Until now.

He'd already broken his way in. By blowing a hole in the ship, and crashing through in an air-tight suit, Gol'thabex was a mere few rooms away from Ashmaga herself. But the reinforced metal was not enough for his hammers. He slammed them against the doors, smashing them open. Several greeted him, firing at him, but he shrugged it off. He threw both his hammers at two of them, which nailed them to the wall as it smashed their skulls, and then held his hands out for them, as they retained to him. Two more Radeon attempted to tackle him in close range, but he simply slammed his hammers down on them.

Energy enhanced, and made of the toughest metals in the universe, Gol'thabex' hammers broke down the final wall in between him and his target. He glared at the Tyrekian.


 * Gol'thabex - so yor da target. yoo dont look much liek a leeda.
 * Ashmaga - And you barely look like a Loron. I will fight you.
 * Gol'thabex - im betta dan dem. yoo shuld kno dis.

Gol'thabex threw his hammer at her, but she dodged it. Instead, it hit one of the flight terminals, causing a malfunction. The ship began to shake violently, as Gol'thabex retrieved his hammer and smashed it at the guards protecting her. Ashmaga pulled out her electrified longsword and stabbed Gol'thabex' arm, but it barely hurt him. He slammed his hammer and broke it in half, then grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the wall.


 * Gol'thabex - im gonna hav yor hed.
 * Ashmaga - Not that easily.

Ashmaga fired her plasma gun at his leg, which partially pierced his shield, and forced him to lose his grip and fall slightly. She tried to hack away it him with what remained of her sword, but he simply flung her several feet away with a single blew. He threw a hammer at her, which pierced her leg and stuck her to the ground.


 * Ashmaga - Typical...I lose to the least Loron-ly of you all. I suppose I retain some dignity.
 * Gol'thabex - wat da yoo kno about leest loronly
 * Ashmaga - Loron fight because they love it. They don't do it for any real cause, unless it's good ol' fashioned revenge. Not you. You fight to load your pockets.
 * Gol'thabex - becuz im BETTA dan dem. im worth moar dan anotha loron. if yor good at somfin, neva do it fer free.
 * Ashmaga - Yeah...you're good. I wasn't expecting a single Loron to smash my ship while the rest were on the other side of the galaxy, alright. But you're not a Loron. You don't feel the glee of battle that they do.

Gol'thabex grinned, and chuckled to himself. He walked slowly towards her as she was helpless. She tried to pull out her plasma gun, but he ripped it, and her arm, from her, tossing them aside. He retrieved the hammer that had stuck her to the ground, as he laughed.


 * Gol'thabex - dats wher yor wrong...I ENJOY KILLIN LOSAS LIKE YOO!!!

And he slammed his hammer down, splitting her head, and kicked her aside. Then he turned to the rest of the terminals, and slammed his hammers into them, smashing them to bits. He pulled computers out and threw them frantically. And once he was sure that the ship was going to go down, he picked up the splitten skull of Ashmaga and carried it back to his starfighter, and left. He and the other Thugz had new targets. They wouldn't be able to catch their foe by surprise so easily next time, and would face resistance, but they were ready for it.

The XIth Convocation of the Highlords
The highermost level of Station 's Seat of Light, the Convocation Chamber, was the pinnacle of power in Andromeda both metaphorically and figuratively. Compared to the rather accomodating House of Lords below and the gigantic Great Ecclesia at the base of the Seat, whose planchements rose so high that special care had to be made to prevent clouds from water vapour from forming above the politicians, the chamber was quite small - just enough to host the four highlords and the several dignitaries and drones witnessing the discussion. That was not to say of course that it was in any way plain or not grandiose, as the artists from all over Andromeda had taken great care to decorate the place. The floor of the chamber, and the large platform upon which the Highlords were convening, were both made from a particularily rare crystal mined in the - transparent, but with a very unique, glistening tinge, allowing the Highlords to observe the happenings in the Seat of Light below, but not vice versa. The circular walls, mstly made out of rare Groodrubian brazilwood (somewhat ironic considering the transpiring events) and decorated with gold and stone, and were supported by several marble semipillars emerging from the wood and holding the dome above - made according to traditions of Divinarian architecture, and thus decorated with various shifting, abstract holographic images, mostly symbolic in nature. The walls themselves too were decorated, albeit in a more realistic way, as per Draconis traditions: they depicted important events in Andromedan history, from formation of the Galactic Commonwealth, to the defeat of Grochius on Cathemera, the Shattering, the signing of the Treaty of Ragnabad, and finally the end of the. One could see that pictures did on occasion break out of two dimensions, gaining volume through holography.

In the center laid, as it was said before, a four-stepped crystal platform, the center of which was a great stone table, further elevated above the platform. The temple had the shape of the rhombus when viewed from above and an hourglass when viewed from the side: its stepped quadragonal elements slowly became smaller as they went further down and then larger again as they reached the platform's floor, like two stepped pyramids placed against one another. Four similarily raised seats - again decorated, though not as grandiose as the thrones of their respectable homelands perhaps - were placed at every side of the rhombus, one for each Highlord. At the very center was a small holoemitter, which right now showed the events in the outer colonies.

A morbid silence was held in the chamber. The four Highlords of Andromeda sat in their appropriate seats, looking tentatively at each other - imploring each other to do something, to break the silence somehow. All of them knew full well what had happened a day ago. An entire colony turned into dust by fury.


 * Iovera - [This place has become quite indecisive, Uriel.] - Iovera, having the advantage of being a telepath, sent a psychic message to the Draconid Paragon, connecting their minds together. The Clericarch was arguably the least cooperative member of the council. As one of the fiercest supporters of unity and authoritarinism in the Ecumene, she was stalwart in her decisions, and did not intend to rule with a gentle hand. She of all the Highlords believed the most in the importance of strict rule, as any Divinarian cleric would, and had a full intention to enforce it if necessary. This belief was further exacerbated by her mistrust towards the new arrivals: the French and the Kicath. As much as she respected both the humans and the Paclernosi, the fact that they wielded ultimate power in the Ecumene without even being full part of it infuriated her somewhat. For her, they were all take and no give. Not to mention the way they stalled discussions compared to the old triumvirate. The old Commonwealth was founded by rulers who all were, in essence, friends, who were amicable and understood each other instantly. The new Ecumene's council was a council of allies. Perhaps more convenient, more honest and representing Andromeda more fully, but the same openness that was in the Commonwealth was obviously gone - as was her husband, and with him, her optimism. - [Perhaps the decision to expand the Council was not so wise after all.]
 * Uriel - [Do not fret, Clericarch.] - Uriel lacked Iovera's innate abilities, but knew that she would know what he was thinking nonetheless, and thus in this silent discourse he opened his thougts to her - [This indecision is no different than the open floor of the Praetor's council.]
 * Iovera - [Perhaps, but this is still quite cumbersome a system. Though I understand the reasoning behind the decision, sometimes I wish it were just me, you and Tyraz for once. There was much less bickering back then.]
 * Uriel - [No. We are not. Democracy has its uses but at this hour, authority is required.] - Uriel shifted in his seat, he stood from his chair and looked upon each of the highlords. Gathering his words, he straightened his back. - It goes without saying a shadow has been cast on our home. We are all shaken, but the colony's loss should not shake us. Let us take it, and remember it as we march in retaliation!
 * Kitravasuron - March as we may. We are all aware of how the Loron move. This is not a simple offensive. The threat of the Loron stretches beyond that of Andromeda; something that we cannot ignore. We must do our best to end this threat here and prevent it from growing back. But the Loron, as we know, are unpredictable and their methods are hazardous. It will take more than just an orbital bombardment, and not even then will they be scared of it.
 * Iovera - We've faced armies like this before. We need to somehow organise our forces and strike at the heart of the best - only then the marching armada can be stopped. However, we know the sorry state the army is in right now.
 * D'Arcy - It is important not to overstate the threat posed by the Loron. They possess advanced technology and the means to do serious damage, but that does not change the fact that they are a mob, not a state. They are disorganized, highly erratic, and lack any form of serious leadership or direction even in this moment. They have no strategy, no grasp of tactics, no organization beyond that of momentary greed and lust for violence. To take them on like one would a state––on equal terms, in a competition of military and industrial might, would not only be a waste, it would be a grievous mistake. The Loron onslaught is a tempest whose character can be likened to water. Their energy and power will break itself harmlessly on our walls when faced with any form of systematic, organized defense. But if we were to wade out into the shallows, we would be surrendering that advantage. Fighting on their turf, on their terms, we would be deferring to their strengths––flexibility, spontaneity, and instability––and risk being trapped by the rigidity of our own forces. I fear that we might be swept off our feet and drown. The Loron threat must be addressed through mitigation and a limited marshalling of forces. The question is not how it must be defeated, but how we can best protect ourselves before it disintegrates on its own.

For France's envoy to the Highlord Council, Lord-Ambassador D'Arcy Marcoux, the crisis was an uncomfortable occurrence. A refined cosmopolitan, he was at his worse when walking out of lockstep with the Andromedan elites which he blended with so easily. Indeed, France often seemed to exist a world apart from Andromedan concerns. It was a member of the galactic community, yet separate; a native when it wanted to be a part of the solution, and a foreigner when it was a part of the problem; heavily invested in the Galaxy's success, yet unwilling to invest itself fully in its institutions; a believer in governing by consensus, yet maintaining an undemocratic veto on legislation which would infringe upon its sovereignty; a proponent of a stronger, united galaxy, so long as it would retain its privileged status; and always with a foot out the door.

D'Arcy was left with the Herculean task of pulling these contradictions together into workable, palatable policy, which was never easy. Some in Andromeda saw France as a champion of the rights of states, a defender of sovereignty against the infringements of a narrow interpretation of Andromedan unity. Others saw it as a model for a more fair and principled union, its form of government perfectly marrying peerage with democratic rule. But on bad days, D'Arcy suspected that members of the Highlord Council saw the Milky Way's second hyperpower as an irreconcilable mess of contradictions whose influence was barely justified through the dividends doled out by its participation. This was likely to be one of those days.

The Lord-Ambassador had sent multiple cables to Paris informing them of the upcoming meetings of the Highlord Council, of the kind that required the Highlords to be present. La capitale considered the meeting a stage act, as the Highlord Council had jumped on the occasion to demonstrate its relevance to its critics. It was only one colony, they replied, and to the Loron no less. Mired in five crises in four galaxies at once, most of them involving the Loron, the French Empire had better things to do than to dispatch the Emperor to Elysion for a round of theatrics. However, D'Arcy mused as he he finished his remarks, the effects on French prestige would be felt. Everywhere, lulled into pacifism by an intense desire for peace after prolonged conflict, it felt like the Nation was surrendering leadership to the very rivals––friend and foe––it had bested during the Great Xonexian Schism. France had to take the Loron seriously, the French diplomat thought, yet he understood why he was the only one present who was the head of state of no nation, why had suddenly become the symbol––sticking out like a sore thumb––of France's seeming lack of commitment to dealing with the Loron threat.

Uriel contemplated the Lord-Ambassador's words deeply, he receded into a state of contemplation, curious for a potential solution. His suggestion rang true for many enemies of his Imperium; an empire that had over the eons become famous as a formidable hammer, and more importantly as a nigh-impenetrable bastion. Like his peers on the council, Uriel was no stranger to the Loron threat. He agreed with D'Arcy, in silence however, that the Loron were at their core a storm more than an organised threat. But that did not make htem dangerous. But at the same time, while he understood the Loron could be weathered, they had access to supposedly unlimted resources. Weathing the storm was not an option.


 * Iovera - I think the truth of the matter is that we must respond quickly. The armies of the Ecumene require reformation. Our united militaries must work in greater cohesion. As Masaari always tells us, unity is to be maintained.
 * D'Arcy - We need to respond, yes, but that can be done with the pieces already on the board. This is not an opportunity to manufacture a crisis in order to advance a political agenda. We've been deadlocked on how to reform the military up until now, and should put politics aside while Andromeda is still grieving.
 * Iovera - Indeed, but a reform needs not be radical. Besides, the... predicament of our galaxy gives us time. Even with their new technologies, it will take months at worst for the Lorons to reach Elysion. We have time to spare. A single commander to bring together the Ecumene's collective military might will suffice to halt the attack before it reaches its peak.

Uriel broke form his silence and looked up.


 * Uriel - I may have a candidate in mind...
 * Iovera - [No. No way.] - Iovera relayed a mental message to Uriel - [The crisis requires radical measures, but not so radical.]
 * D'Arcy - We can discuss the candidate once we've come to an agreement about the position itself, its powers, how its appointed, and how long it will serve before being discharged. I can make the case to the Emperor why a Commander would be necessary in this instance––indeed I think he would agree––but if this is to become a precedent in the Ecumene, we need to go about this carefully. Do you intend this to become a permanent position, to be held even in peacetime?
 * Iovera - In the perfect scenario? Yes. There are enough threats in the Gigaquadrant for us to defend from. If we have to organise a single military from the scratch whenever there is a crisis, one day or another, what the Lorons will fail to do, others will.
 * D'Arcy - Yet, it is a serious question whether the Ecumene is ready for a single, permanent military command. I'm not speaking for France, but rather for those who feel uncomfortable with consolidations of power under the Highlord Council. The stability and cohesion of the Ecumene relies on their willing participation and trust of the system.
 * Iovera - The Supreme Commander will be answerable to the Light. Provided that the lawmakers down there won't scoff at the notion, I presume the Loron attacks will more than show the opponents of a stronger military why it is needed.
 * D'Arcy - I'm not sure it does, but for the Commander to be answerable to the organization's democratic arm is a start. How do you envision that working? I'm going to echo Your Holiness' own position when I point out that a democratic check on a military position could be a disaster in the middle of a losing campaign.
 * Uriel - What the position also needs is an individual that can be trusted to command in the best interests of both the Ecumene and the greater galaxy.
 * D'Arcy - More importantly, that he is seen as such by the constituencies of the Ecumene. How about this? Since this is a military matter requiring executive decisiveness, we could implement the same process of selecting a Lord Protector, except in reverse. The Highlord Council comes to a decision on a candidate which it recommends to the Light. The Light must then approve this selection by a two-thirds majority. If it does not, we recommend another candidate.
 * Uriel - This is an acceptable consideration.
 * D'Arcy - There should also be a mechanism by which the Light could recommend that the Judiciary remove the official from office, though that should be a lengthy and cumbersome process, ultimately subject to the judgement of the judiciary––and immune from veto.
 * Iovera - I have no reason to object to these potential counterbalances. That leaves the fourth Highlord. Your Majesty? - Iovera turned to Kitravasuron - Do you have any reasons to object?
 * Kitravasuron - I have no reason to believe why we should not consider this. Times are dire, and such we need - Andromeda needs - a figurehead.
 * Iovera - Excellent. The only issue left is the title the Supreme Commander should have. Not to say that is the most pressing issue, but sophisticated-sounding titles are very much important to Ecumene's tradition. We are Andromedans, after all.
 * D'Arcy - ''I'm glad your Holiness brought it up, since "Supreme Commander" might alarm some constituencies within the Ecumene. I would recommend something more obscure, and which implies less authority. "Commander-in-chief," for example, or "Géneralissime."
 * Iovera - Lord Géneralissime. As I said, this is Andromeda we are talking about.
 * D'Arcy - Very well. If the Light approves, I cannot object.
 * Uriel - Then at present we are in agreement: That the Lord-Géneralissime, or perhaps Lord-Generalisimus will be selected for approval by each of us, who must then be assessed and voted on by the Andromedan Light. Are we all in approval?
 * D'Arcy - I will need to relay this back to Paris for the Emperor's personal approval, but I do not foresee any issues. Excuse me. He stood and left, clutching his personal communicator.
 * Iovera - And while our esteemed Lord-Ambassador is communicating, perhaps Highlord Uriel would name his potential candidate?
 * Uriel - 'I have considered what is needed: A long and defined career, considerable experience both in the Borealis Galaxy and combating the Loron, a strong aura of authority and a controlled demeanor even when under fire.''
 * Iovera - ...Yes. I think everyone understands who we are talking about. Regret her as I may, she is indeed the best possible candidate.
 * Uriel - Personality aside, her mind is an incredible one. to behold in regards to military strategy.
 * Iovera - [The humans will likely demand something in return from us for that. Any particular plans you have in mind, Uriel?]
 * Uriel - [Like for a like, Iovera. As much as it may seem like favouritism, we need to demonstrate our trust in them. If they are to become more open to one of our own commanding such a high position...then perhaps we should entrust one of theirs in another position.]
 * Iovera - [Make sure it is someone equally as competent as her. We can't allow nepotism.]

D'Arcy returned, flipping his personal communicator shut as the ornate door to the chamber closed behind him.


 * D'Arcy - The Emperor approves of the current proposal, but he has a suggestion this council might appreciate. He reassumed his seat.
 * Iovera - We are listening.
 * D'Arcy - He'd like for the Highlord Council to also be able to recommend the deposition of the Lord-Generalissimo, and for there to be a mechanism by which the incumbent's removal from office is accelerated if both the Highlord Council and the Andromedan Light jointly make such a recommendation.
 * Iovera - We are in agreement.
 * Uriel - A reasonable request. I indeed concur with the Clericarch.
 * D'Arcy - Perfect. With that amendment, France votes in favor.
 * Uriel - Excellent! I presume there is no further business?
 * D'Arcy - Until the Andromedan Light votes on this proposal, we can do no more, but Your Royal Majesty had a candidate to suggest?
 * Uriel - Much has been discussed already, ambassador. Though this meeting does give me one final thought: Historically it has always been that we all gather in person. Given Highlord Valery's commitments to business in the Milky Way Galaxy, perhaps it is time these chambers recieved an overhaul; a holoprojector relay, perhaps. So that none of us require crossing galaxies in order to discuss matters of state.
 * D'Arcy - That is a very reasonable step to take, and I would like to apologize on behalf of my Emperor that he could not make it here today. Indeed, the importance of being present is crucial to the Council's smooth operation and expediency. However, as our committments expand with the growth of the Ecumene, both domestically and abroad, along with demands on the time of our leaders, it might be more efficient if we relegated the discussion of details in the Highlord Council to appointed delegates. Meetings between heads of state such as these would serve to guide the agenda of the Highlord Council, set out a framework for discussion and policy, and take a limited amount of time. Much more expansive talks would take place between appointed ambassadors, covering each issue in depth, and resolving points of disagreement. This is a rough framework I haven't in the least prepared or refined, but what are your opinions?
 * Iovera - Lord Exarch Karsin Lanar will speak on my behalf when needed.
 * Uriel - My daughter Alessa has blossomed into an excellent diplomat. I can offer her to speak on matters such as these.
 * D'Arcy - ... Then we are in agreement. The French diplomat seemed somewhat surprised and taken aback by the success of his improvised motion.

Da Push for Exterioris
A couple decades ago, the New Tadpole Empire made its presence on Andromeda. Unlike what many expected from the New Empire's shady appearance, they surprisingly did not bother the rest of the galaxy, and simply wanted to stay alone on the Exterioris segmentum, being content in expanding in the lone area and studying Umbra with their outposts. The rest of the galaxy was content in leaving them alone - which is just what the New Empire wanted. Refuge from the Milky Way.

Their peace was not going to last. After their showdown against the nearby Nomatari Sovereignty, the Loron turned their attention to them. While Gol'thabex was busy, Ca'aghstar, a Loron who recently became a Warboss, looked at a starmap of Andromeda's Exterioris segmentum. A vast segment mostly devoid of civilizations, except for one on its heart: the New Tadpole Empire. In the center of the New Empire laid an artificial wormhole linking Andromeda and the Milky Way, specifically to the, a place he was tasked to conquer. His assistant, a Norol named Run'nore, approached him.


 * Ca'aghstar - so those dumbos hav sum wormhole we culd use to travel to deir stoopid sector. if we can destroy da empiya we can gib dem a big surprise rite
 * Run'nore - Well, there are a few problems with that plan. The wormhole will lead us into the middle of Soloth, so we'll be vulnerable to attacks from all angles.
 * Ca'aghstar - do ya fink im stoopid? i kno dat already, first we are gonna weeken da empiya's defenses in this galaxy, den we will take dem ova an shut down da wormhole. afta dat we'll get deir resources ta build our shipz, den we'll storm dem. Kal'kuir would be proud man
 * Run'nore - Actually, he would facepalm. There's a lot that can go wrong with this. You're lucky you're charismatic enough for most Loron to follow through your plans.
 * Ca'aghstar - aw com on man yor hurtin ma feelins

Ignoring his snarky comrade's comments, the Loron ordered his fleet to attack the New Empire.

The citizens of the New Empire had no warning of the incomming attack, and many were taken by surprise as Ca'aghstar's forces loomed on the New Empire's colonies. The underwater worlds were no match to the Rogue Boyz, as they used torpedoes instead of missiles to lay waste to the colonies. Some ships were even fitted with the ability to head straight underwater.

The attack was not one-sided - as soon as they learned of the attack, the New Empire mobilized their forces and fought back as valiantly as they could, but they were no match for the Rogue Boyz and their UNO technology, and ditched the planets, saving as many people as they could. The New Empire watched in shock as the Loron started absorbing the planets' resources. Defeated, they retreated and let the Loron embrace their victory while the New Empire mustered more forces.

Ca'aghstar sat on the commander's seat on his mothership. He recieved a transmission stating that the Loron managed to take over 27% of the New Empire's outer colonies.


 * Ca'aghstar - see man i told ya it wuld work. dey neva faced da TROO STRENF of da loronz befor
 * Run'nore - Yeah, but now you revealed your hand. Now what?
 * Ca'aghstar - dunt worry man i hav a plan

Fasler, the leader of the New Empire's military, balled his hand into a fist.


 * Fasler - I can't believe we lost so easily. If only we had seen them...
 * Bulpwes - Relax Fasler, it wasn't your fault.
 * Fasler - Maybe not, but even then. Those guys are at our doorstep right now. What if they take the wormhole and invade Soloth?
 * Bulpwes - Then we won't let them do that. I'll call the Emperor and the . We'll get reinforcements from the Milky Way. We won't be defeated.
 * Fasler - Thing is, our troops are busy dealing with the Tadfroggy Imperium in the Milky Way. We're being flanked on both sides!
 * Bulpwes - Don't worry, I'll think of something.

With a wink, Bulpwes walked away.

Eetin Da Dum Planets
Grak'tona's conquest to build his new empire of ice in Andromeda would run into several complications. One of which presented itself in the form of Planet Heralannis, a world, and the first of the system to take over. But despite the powerful Juggernaut and Mercator ships defending the world, the sheer number of Sik Ships meant that the defenses were wiped out immediately.

As Grak'tona's fleet had now decimated the NTA's space defenses orbiting the planet, the fully hospitable, lush, green world was now ripe for conquest. Its vast complex of cities, home to many and, were ripe for the Loron to take as their own. And the moons of the world were ripe for the Loron to build colonies of their own on.

But Grak'tona had other plans.


 * Grak'tona - DIS PLANET IS TOO WARM. CANT HAV IT
 * Drizz'pyrokirk - yeh but it culd be used ta grow lotsa food an pizza
 * Grak'tona - NOT WORFY. NOT WORFY OF MAKIN PIZZA FOR DA KING. FIRE DA PLANET EETA.

And so it was done. Grak'tona's Sik Ship, and several others surrounding, launched an enormous horde of planet eating nanomachines. It was like none the population had seen before. Already terrified to leave the surface, as any escape shuttle leaving the world would be instantly shot down by the ships orbiting, the citizens watched in dread as the sky became filled with nanomachines. In many cases, they blotted out the sun as they filled the sky. Within minutes, only pitch black remained. No light could get through, but the light bounced back to the surface, which raised the temperature in spite of the lack of a star.

Already scorched, the nanomachine-filled sky closed in on them. It was eating away at the atmosphere and drawing closer. Many others shot down what appeared to be beams hitting the surface, which were both sending materials back to the ships and eating away at the ground early. Tertanai and Imperix alike clinged to their loved ones. Ground defenses desperately fired at the machines drawing ever closer to them, but it was futile, there were simply too many of them. Many of the nanomachines simply self-replicated with the materials gathered, and it was already too late.

The planet's population choked for breath, scorched. Soon, the horde of machines swept past them, as the machines were done eating the atmosphere. They now ate everything on the surface. Every building constructed, every inch of rock, everything made of atoms was eaten up by quantum replicators and sent back to the Loron ships. The Loron watched without a care in the world, as a planet full of people, people with families, who had done nothing to warrant war, were all murdered in a grotesque and painful way, and their bodies finally crushed.

One would think it would be a bloodbath. But the only blood left would be drifting away in the empty space left as the machines ate the world whole.


 * Zalk'don - MAN I WISH I CULD JUS BLOW DEM UP
 * Grak'tona - FINE BLOW UP A MOON LONG AS DA NANO FINGIES CAN EET UP DA DEBRIS

In glee, Zalk'don turned the Sik Ship around and aimed at the moon nearby. He fired a single, huge, relativistic antimatter missile, which exploded the world from within. Nanomachines were sent to catch the debris and eat it. Now, they began to construct new Sik Ships, as Grak'tona gave the orders for several of his Boyz to inhabit them, and clone their own army of Loron. Over the course of several more hours, the entire system had been eaten up. Quadrillions of Loron Sik Ships, almost too many for Grak'tona's Boyz to fill up.


 * Grak'tona - DAT WAS SIK. LETS GO KILL MOAR PAE DUMBOS

And his crusade marched on. Soon, he would have his empire of ice. And this two sextillion strong fleet would ensure it.

Council of War
The fleets from all over Andromeda were gathering in Neo-Tertamian territory - ships of white and gold as well as vessels of local Ecumenical militaries converging in a secret point somewhere in Segmentum XII. The focal point of that great fleet, around which these ships united, was the Ecumene's recently constructed supercarrier, Immaculate - the newest pride of the galactic community. A monolith of gleaming metal, equally a work of art, a vessel, and an object of abject fear, it represented the unyielding strength of the galaxy that the Lorons were about to face in its entirety.

It was on this ship's vast cathedralic bridge that all of the galaxy's highest-ranked officers were brought together - some in person, others as holograms. Bellisarius Claudius Alaricus, the Legate-General of the Bastion Legions, master of the countless automated armies of the Ecumene - a machine as much as his "men". Volunus Karnithus, former Imperium admiral, now Grand Marchal of the Ecumene's proud marines - the Dragoon Corps. Abal'nyan, Princess of House Nyan and Grandmaster of the elite Guardians of Light. Zelfron II, preserver of law and order in the Ecumene and Supreme Commandant of the Internal Guard. Marchal Vendradu as supreme military authority in Segmentum XII too was present on the meeting, despite his relatively low position in the Ecumene as a whole.

The two most important guests, however, were still absent.


 * Zelfron II - This is a beautiful vessel. The creativity and engineering applied to it are nothing short of excquisite. A pity that its first flight will be so bloody.
 * Volunus - A pity, Supreme Commandant? Surely the situation will make out flagship's maiden mission a moment that will be one billions will speak about.
 * Bellisarius - Perhaps the Supreme Commandant does not truly appreciate the glory of battle. - Bellisarius' voice was noticeably cybernetic and bore little emotion, but it only served to undertone the bile of sarcasm felt in his every word - After all, your people decided to abstain from the Schism.
 * Zelfron II - Let us not descend into petty nationalistic insults, shall we? We must focus on the situation at hand foremost.
 * Volunus - I concur. These Loron must be dealt with. Swiftlly. And decisively..
 * Bellisarius - Which is why I believe veterans of the Schism should maintain primacy in this discussion. I was the last time Divinarian officers actually had to fight a war?
 * Zelfron II - ...You seem to praise your Imperium a little bit too much, Legate. Ironic, considering you would never have risen so high in the military if not for the Ecumene... human. - the burning red cybernetic eyes of the Legate flared with anger, even though little else in his body seemed to indicate it.
 * Abal'nyan - I must agree.
 * Bellisarius - I would recommend you to keep quiet, Telzoc. You are not a true warrior.
 * Chosogi - Am I interrupting something?

A small, thin winged sillhouette of a emerged from the door of the bridge, dressed in the official uniform of an Ecumene officer - hardly impressive and fairly short himself, but wearing a lavishly decorated military cap that made him appear at least a foot or so taller. He seemed somewhat reserved and a little bit uneasy in the surrounding of other officers, yet attempted to keep its cool as he flew gracefully into the front chair. Volunus frowned, cleared hsi throat and gazed at the Clanden admiral.


 * Chosogi - I believe this is my chair. And my ship.
 * Volunus - So wonderful you could finally join us.
 * Bellisarius - The newcomer. Welcome to the High Command, Lord Admiral. We have a most troublesome situation at hand - provided that he understands the order of things here.
 * Chosogi - Order of things?
 * Bellisarius - You know what we are talking about. - Bellisarius's eyes flared - The High Command concerns itself with the matters of war, and war is a game. Thus the High Command itself is also a game, and we all must choose a side in it. You are neutral, as of now.

Volunus smirked in Chosogi's direction.


 * Chosogi - ...Are you talking about? Does that happen even here? Even now? Are you insane? Do we really argue about politics in a middle of a war? ...Why? Do I not understand something?
 * Venoriel - Yes, Lord Admiral.

The door suddenly opened yet again - not with a gentle, uncertain movement of the hand, but with a strong and sudden telepathic push. The sounds of clanging of metal boot soles against marble grew louder and louder as the last member of the High Command entered the hall - moving with graceful dignity and looking down at the rest of the officers. A tall, stern yet stunningly beautiful Radeon female wearing a pristine white uniform with a robe that extended to the base of her feet.

.


 * Venoriel - You all are pathetic. Your petty conflicts are not only disgraceful - they are criminal. There was a time when the commanders of the Ecumene and the Commonwealth were the best of the best, heroes who abandoned their differences for the sake of greater good. Tyraz Breek. Jahricveredis Telnhao. Larnus Vontarion. - Venoriel spoke with her usual condescending tone - Do these names hold any meaning to you, officers?
 * Volonus - You speaks as if I am ignorant of the statues that line the road to His Majesty's palace.
 * Bellisarius - You are a Radeon. What do you know of valour?
 * Venoriel - Indeed, I am a Radeon. I am also a Divinarian, a devotee of Spode, a protector of Borealis; witness to the vanquishing of false gods and demons. But do you know what I am above all this? - Venoriel's voice became increasingly more intense - I am an Andromedan officer, and we have a duty. Leave the political squabbling to the Light and the Highlords. Their mission is to talk. Our mission is to execute. Now. To the situation at hand.
 * Volonus - Yes - Volonus straightened himself, correcting his uniform as he attempted to restore his confidence - The Loron continue to lay waste to our home, the more we bicker, the more they destroy, the more we fail.
 * Venoriel - Well said. Now, the greatest weakness of the Lorons of course comes in their arrogance and their lack of foresight and intelligence. An enemy of choleric temperament is meant to be irritated. That must be our goal. Threaten them, bait them, and then exterminate them.
 * Bellisarius - You suggest creating a trap?
 * Volonus - Yes...Tempt these barbarians with a treasure that will distract them, throw them off-guard. And when the time is right, we strike!

Volonus punctuated his excitement by confidently thumping the planning table, grinning sinisterly.


 * Abal'nyan - A dishonourable tactic, but-

At that moment, a new hologram appeared. But it was not one of the PAE. Showing up out of nowhere, Grak'tona's hologram appeared as he began to speak. He blew rasberries at the others first.


 * Grak'tona - SUP IDIOTS
 * Abal'nyan - What?
 * Venoriel - Excellent. The idiotic one reveals himself.
 * Grak'tona - HURHUR YOR FING IS DUM. GOLTHABEX TOOK OVA ONE OF YOR SHIPS AN LET ME SPEEK TO YOO THROO DIS FING. YOR ALL PATHETIC WIV DIS CONFRENCE. SOON YOR PEEPZ WILL BE KISSIN MA FOOT AN BUILDIN MA NOO THRONE
 * Bellisarius - He has access to our communication codes. This will not stand.
 * Grak'tona - ITS AKTUALLY PROPA FUNNY DAT YOO FINK YOO CAN MATCH MA POWA. YOR ALL GONNA BE SLAVES TO MA THRONE AN GOLTHABEX WILL LOB OFF YA HEDS. I HAV ACCESS TO YA CHAT FINGY SO I CAN REED ALL YA MESSAGES AN SEE HOW DUM AN GEEKY YOO ALL IS. I WULD LECTUR YOO ALL ABOUT DA GHOSTIE PAIN AN DA LOSS BUT HUR I GOT MA CROWN BAK. SO GET STOMPED LOSAS!!!!!!

Volonus tapped some text into his pad, he kept it disconnected and handed it to Venoriel, where there was the message "The Eye could isolate his transmission and cut him from the system." Venoriel subtly nodded.


 * Grak'tona - OI IDIOTS TRYNA GET MESSAGES WIVOUT ME KNOWIN. HUR YOO FINK YOR CLEVA NOW BUT JUS WAIT TIL I FIND OUT HOW TA HAK INTO DEM AS WELL!!!!


 * 'Venoriel - Now, I believe that first of all we need to focus on evacuating civilians! - Venoriel winked to the officers. She knew full well that the Lorons would seek out the place where there will be the most combat and the most bloodshed. She also knew that Grak'tona hardly understood deceit. - The planet of Iath could serve as a refuge for non-combatants during the war. The place where they could take all their belongings and riches, as well as their families. Do you agree?
 * Bellisarius - Of course, madam! - Bellisarius bowed, as did the rest of the officers. - A most brilliant plan.
 * Venoriel - Charming. I believe the meeting is adjourned now. Until next time.

The Battle for Q'lnas
Sitting in his Sik Ship, known as Da Royal Krooza, Grak'tona and the other Loron had a brief discussion before attacking the next world. After having slaughtered world after world, Grak'tona now wished to conquer a world full of refugees in order to kill the majority of them, and make the rest of them his slaves. When he saw that the world they were converging on was composed primarily of oceans, he got even more giddy, and called for a discussion with the rest of the Warbosses, and with Gol'thabex.

Having just earned a new crown, Grak'tona smiled to himself as he addressed the others.


 * Grak'tona - SO DA WIMPY ALIENZ RAN AWAY TO SOM DUM WATA PLANET. HUR DIS IS DA BEST FING EVA
 * Zalk'don - wata? man dats hard ta jus bom stuff
 * Drizz'pyrokirk - no but its GOOD FER FREEZIN. WIV SO MUCH WATA WE CAN JUS FREEZE DA WHOL PLANET AFTA KILLIN EVRYUN. WE MAKE DEM SLAVES DEN DEY BUILD US AN ICY KINGDOM
 * Grak'tona - HURHUR YEH EXACTLY WAT I WAS FINKIN. DA KING ORDAS WE TAKE DA PLANET OVA

Gol'thabex had remained silent. While the others initially put it down to his usual quiet-ness, Gol'thabex was, in fact, not too keen on the idea. He spoke up, which was something rare for him.


 * Gol'thabex - i dunt fink dats a good idea. somfin looks fishy about dis
 * Grak'tona - wat do ya meen. all its got is a buncha wata an som cowards dat cant fite
 * Gol'thabex - it doesnt look like a good idea. deyz probs arrangin a trap. i vote i leed da assault on ma own wiv ma Thugz Fer Dosh. dat way we can cleer da geezas out den jus freeze da world
 * Grak'tona - AR YOO STOOPID? BY MA ROYAL DECREE I DECLAR I GET TA TAKE DIS WORLD AN FREEZ IT. MAN WAT DA HELL GO BAK TA ASSASSINATIN LEEDAS
 * Gol'thabex - its yor loss if yoo get bommed ta deth

It was clear Grak'tona had already made up his mind. The Loron agreed on their course of action, and sent their fleet to take over the oceanic planet.


 * Bellisarius - You sure they will come? - Bellisarius stood atop one of the largest artificial platforms of Q'lnas, scanning the horizon. - Perhaps the Lorons are not that dim after all.
 * Venoriel - Trust me on that, Legate General. - the holographic image of Venoriel stood next to the General and his soldiers - I did not believe it at first either that the Lorons are that dumb either.
 * Volunus - They're animals. Animals can be clever, but that means nothing if they cannot ocntrol themselves. Something I see as an impossability amongst these Loron.
 * Venoriel - And here they come.

One after the other, large civilian cruisers appeared out of the stormy sky - large, lumbering titans of metal and plastic. Venoriel smiled as she saw them followed by a vast fleet of Sik Ships. The leading one had a larger arsenal, a blue plating and what appeared to be a giant, golden crown on the face at the front. This could easily be identified as Grak'tona's ship. Many Loron Fightas and Bommas swarmed out, but the majority of the fleet was contained in shuttles within the larger ships.


 * Chosogi - Was it wise enough to risk civilians so much? Risking refugees as bait..?
 * Venoriel - Wait for it, Lord Admiral, and follow your orders. You know what to do.
 * Volunus - Yes ma'am. - Volunus switched channels, broadcasting a message to the fleets lying in wait for the Loron Armada to draw near - All capitals, prepare to fire. Hyperspatial ammunition, fire on Lord-Admiral Chosogi's command.

The Loron fleet sent down its shuttles full of Loron. Each arriving in their own gunship containing gangz of at least twenty each, they came down in swarms, backed up by Fightas and Bommas, full of enthusiastic and battle-hungry Loron.

Hesitating, but hoping to do the right thing, Chosogi ordered his ships to fire. Under the cover of the barrages, Volunus ordered for the ships of the Dragoon Corps to join in, their smaller vessels joining in the onslaught as they fought towards the Loron battleships that were bearing down on the refugee vessels in a bid to protect them.


 * Chosogi - Focus fire on the Loron ships. Do not use heavy ordnance - we cannot risk civilian deaths.
 * Volonus - Dragoon carriers, launch strike wings and have thme focus on the shuttles and escorts. Do not let those brutes close to the refugees.
 * Captain - Roger that, Lord Admiral! - the fleets of the Ecumene, composed of mostly of small but highly Comte-class destroyers supported by swarms of AI-controlled Chevalier frigates, opened fire, sniping down the incoming shuttles and tackling down larger ships.

However, even with the drone vessels at their side, Chosogi's and Volunus's fleets could not much the hordes of ships that the Lorons had brought to their side. Aboard his flagship, the Lord Admiral stared at the situation in desperation, planning all the potential outcomes of the battle in his mind.


 * Chosogi - Excellent. Just excellent. - Chosogi opened the map - Convoys 1, 2, 3, 4 are unharmed as of now. Good. Convoy 5. Convoy 5! Marshal, the refugee ships' defenses are being compromised. Send your forces and focus fire on sector 1-46!
 * Volunus - Understood. Wing 27 and 32, reposition to 1-46, souble-time.
 * Venoriel - Pardon the intrusion, - Venoriel contacted both Volunus and Chosogi aboard their respective flagships, smiling mischievously - I believe this won't be necessary, commanders.
 * Volunus - Excuse me!?
 * Chosogi - What do you mean, Lord-Generalissime?
 * Venoriel - Observe.

As the Loron shuttles began to board the civilian cruisers in Convoy 5, the cruisers' lights suddenly shut down and then turned blood red. Both the Andromedans and the Rogue Boyz took note of that strange change, focusing their attention on the ships; the firefight slowed down for a few split seconds. Then, one by one, the cruisers burst into flames. The bolder Lorons who had already boarded the civilian ships perished immediately, turned into ash, while the remaining Loron shuttles, hit by the shockwave, lost control and began falling into the sea one by one.


 * Chosogi - ...What was that?!
 * Venoriel - You will understand later. For now, focus your attention on the Loron vessels.
 * Volunus - Yes, Lord-Generalissime. Dragoon wing 12, divert from the refugees and focus on the Loron Vanguard.
 * Chosogi - How can y-
 * Venoriel - You heard me, Lord Admiral.

The Clanden admiral was disgruntled and infuriated, but neverthless continued. Turning his fleet towards the Sik Ships, the vessels of the Ecumene began barrage and barrage of laser fire at the Lorons. The Sik Ships responded in kind, sending out their own Bommas and firing their own weaponry. But of course, the vast majority of their shots missed.

At the same time, the civilian cruisers continued exploding as the Lorons came close, blasting off more and more of their ships and forces and sending them to the bottom of the ocean. Slowly, but steadly, the gigantic Loron horde began to grow smaller and smaller, and the superior firepower of the Ecumenical Navy got the best of their Sik Ships. One by one, the shields of Loron vessels faltered and their hulls fell beneath Q'lnas, each victory of the Ecumene accompanied with a thundering splash.


 * Volunus - Excellent...With every sunken ship the Ecumenical Navy upholds its supremacy!
 * Chosogi - This is not victory. How could it be victory? You sacrificed thousands of civilians, Lord-Generalissime? This is madness!
 * Venoriel - You are right. This is not yet victory, and is definitely madness. - Venoriel's hologram laughed, to Chosogi's horror - Marshal, bring your forces to the surface and prepare.
 * Volunus - A dangerous tactic, yes, but nonetheless one that secured us victory. These animals know nothing of thep urpose of a non-combatant, but for those who died during the battle. they deserve a memorial for their courage under fire.
 * Venoriel - Definitely. - Venoriel smiled - These empty ships will all have their names inscribed on the surface of Elysion.
 * Chosogi - ...Empty ships? - Chosogi opened his eyes - What do you mean? What of the refugees?
 * Venoriel - Transported through the Divinarium Wormhole Network to safety.
 * Chosogi - ...Why the lies then? Why did you test us so?
 * Volunus - You mean to say that along with annihilating the Loron in battle, the Ecumene's efforts allowed for the non-combatants they threatened to be spirited to safety?
 * Venoriel - You are correct about the latter. About the former, however...

Venoriel pointed at the surface of Q'lnas beneath the ships. The great seas, deep blue in colour but glistening yellow and white with the lights of underwater cities deep beneath, brimmed with turbulence. Several large platforms made of metal and plastic were raised above the planet mostly covered in water, floating above the oceans - most of them utilitarian in style, but some more elegant in appearance and built in the traditions of Tertanai architecture. Chosogi and Volunus could see small figures of drones and stationed soldiers patrolling the platforms, specifically the ones located directly underneath the site of the starship battle.


 * Chosogi - What is the meaning of this?
 * Venoriel - Observe and prepare.
 * Chosogi - Observe what? You mean the-

Chosogi's eyes noticed strange glowing lights beneath the ocean, growing brighter and brighter as the water itself began stirring strangely, as if some monstrosity had been awakened beneath the seas. Except it was not a single monster. It was many.

Splash! A wave of pearl-white foam, steam and fire devoured one of the larger atolls of Q'lnas, concealing it from sight. The soldiers on the platforms, as well as the captains of starships above, both looked at this strange incident in a mixture of wonder and awe, gazing at the cloud of ash. This awe quickly vanished when the mist dissipated, the sound of violent rap music resounded across the planet, and the Andromedans saw who came out of the clouds. An entire armada of Loron bikes, buggies and speeders covered in seaweed and brine, leaping through the shore of the atoll to the sky, had emerged from the sea with a thundering warcry that resounded across the land - screaming and shouting as they breathed air once again. The Lorons survived. Somehow, they survived.


 * Loron - HURHURHUR IDIOTS. FINK YOO CAN STOP US WIV YA COWARDLY TACTICS. IMMA SHANK YA MOMS MOMS MOM DEN TURN YOO INTO SLAVES FER DA KING!!!!!!
 * Chosogi - How.
 * Venoriel - By all laws of logic, biology and physics, this should not have happened. But, as I have learned when dealing with Lorons, these laws do not apply to them.
 * Chosogi - And what do we do now?
 * Venoriel - We take fight to them. Marshal, prepare to land. Legate-General, organise your forces on the surface. Lord-Admiral... be prepared to fire when necessary.
 * Volunus - By your command. Dragoons! Prepare for deployment!

On Volunus' command, the carriers and strike frigates of the Ecumene's Dragoon regiment directed themselves to counter the thunderous Loron warband. As the strike vessels approached they opened turbolaser fire, flanked by Dragoon starfighter drones that zipped across the atmosphere to strike rapidly in the heart of the Loron horde.


 * Bellisarius - Finally.

A group of Loron led by Drizz'pyrokirk several of which were Freezflamas, attacked the platform. They began to tear apart the PAE's droids, while attempting to smash the ground they stood on. Several of Zalk'don's Booma Boyz fired all their explosives, frantically killing even other Loron in their frenzy. It took little time for Bellisarius to formulate a plan and for the Bastion Legions to counterattack, though. Using their agility and small size, the dimunitive Legionnaire mechs swarmed the savage Lorons with their sheer numbers, getting in the way of their weapons and dodging their gunfire. Though the fire of each droid was hardly enough to even scratch a Loron's skin, they came in thousands - one of the few forces to outnumber the Lorons - and slowly, but steadily tore through their defenses, even though they were destroyed by the hundreds themselves. Shouting a fierce cybernetic battlecry, Bellisarius led the assault, the biological Centurions providing cover fire as the cyborg general tore through the Loron flesh, leaping from place to place so as to avoid fire - cutting down a bloody swath through the Rogue Boy ranks.


 * Bellisarius - Barbarī. - Bellisarius rose his sword and pointed at Drizz'pyrokirk - I wonder if your strength matches your boasting.
 * Drizz'pyrokirk - YEH. YOR STRENGF IS WEEK. YOO BES START BOWIN TO DA KING man i cant beleev im boostin graks ego so much but STILL START BOWIN OR IMMA FREEZ DIS WHOL PLANET
 * Bellisarius - Oh, I shall bow. I am respectful to my defeated enemies. - Bellisarius walked slowly towards the Cold Loron - Who is your king, compared to the mighty Paragavatus?
 * Drizz'pyrokirk - much as i hate to admit it DA KING GRAKTONA IS. YOR KING IS WEEK AN PATHETIC. I BET HE WULD DIE IN ONE HIT
 * Bellisarius - And what of you? - Bellisarius charged at Drizz at full speed, taking advantage of his robotic body, and struck the Cold Loron with his sword as if it was a lance, piercing him in the stomach.

Drizz'pyrokirk was stunned at how the lance could pierce his skin, but immediately pulled it out. It had grazed the flesh, but he was still able to continue to fight. He pulled out his flamethrower, and attempted to set Bellisarius on fire, as he swung it around frantically.


 * Drizz'pyrokirk - FEEL THE BURRRRRRRRRRRN
 * Bellisarius - I am impressed. - Bellisarius retained his robotic tone of voice even as the fire burnt at his still remaining flesh and damaging his implants - Is that all you can muster? - Bellisarius attempted to grab his second sword, but, after a moment of pondering, decided instead to transform his right hand into an electrolaser and started to fire at the Loron commander. It was not meant to incapacitate Drizz for any long time, and it would definitely not defeat him, but it gave him the most important resource for Bellisarius: time.
 * Drizz'pyrokirk - MAN SCROO DIS. OI ZALK HELP ME OUT MAN

Flying overhead in his Bomma, Zalk'don moved more of his Booma Boyz and his Bomma starfighters to attack the platform. He jumped out of his own, and pulled out a rocket launcher, and fired it into the ground around Bellisarius. Taken out by surprise, the Legate was thrown off balance, and though his shields absorbed much of the damage, he was neverthless sent flying and dropped on the ground.


 * Bellisarius - It matters not. This body can be rebuilt, and the mind remains.
 * Zalk'don - YOR A FLIPPIN GEEK

Soaring in, a cohort of Dragoons covered for their Legate, accompanied by drones that provided supporting fire, illuminating the Loron bosses and their army with scattering rays of turbolaseer light. Despite their loder numbers, the Dragoons aimed with greater precision compared to the blanket fire laid down by the drones, scoring hits on several Loron soldiers and providing supressing fire againt the Bosses.


 * Bellisarius - Excellent job, Dragoons. For organics, your skills are impeccable.
 * Dragoon - Much obliged Legate. We will occupy the bulk for you.
 * Bellisarius - Let us settle this now.
 * Zalk'don - LOL. YEH WATEVA. IM GONNA JUS BOM DIS PLACE TA BITS. OI DRIZZ GET IN MA BOMMA

Drizz'pyrokirk and Zalk'don both hopped into the cockpit of his Bomma. It tired around, and launched in a frenzy all of its antimatter explosives at the platform. Eventually, unable to sustain anymore damage, the platform collapsed - the hungering ocean pulling both the Lorons and the Andromedans underneath the raging waters...

FINAL PART COMING TOMORROW CLIFFHANGER LOL

Da Cow Boyz
Off on his own with only a small squadraon of Thugz in s and Bommas to back him up, Gol'thabex made his patrol around the far reaches of the Andromeda galaxy looking to find the next victims of his piracy. In order to lure out another PAE commander for him to assassinate, he would create enough disruption in the nearby trade routes that they would be forced to notice him, and with a force of such small fighters, he was not easily detected.

But there were other Loron interested in these same Andromeda trade routes, and who had practiced the same piracy for much longer than him. And they didn't like him showing up in what they perceived to be their own territory. Having slowly moved out of hyperspace, a larger squadron, with a ship that looked partially similar in appearance and size to a Loron Sik Ship, and backed up by ships heavily customised from the Fightas and Bommas, an alien force of Loron from the arrived. They were known as Cow Boyz.

Clearly on orders to eliminate the Loron here, the enormous squadron of starfighters swept the area to destroy any of Gol'thabex' own Fightas. The large ship backing them up didn't fire a single cannon, as its Loron inside were oblivious to the dogfight, feeling they had already won it. And while they were relaxing, Gol'thabex' Thugz were taken out easily, dropping like flies, until only his ship was left.


 * Yuz'tan Az'troz - Y'ALL GOTZ A LOTTA NERVE SHIMMYIN ON DOWN TA OUR RODEO ZONE OTTZEE LOSAS
 * Gol'thabex - man who da hek ar yoo ya bozo
 * Teg'zaz Ran'gaz - hey hey hey bud who da ya think YOO ARE spikkin lik dat to da guv'ner gen'ral like dat

Gol'thabex glared at the hologram of Teg'zaz Ran'gaz, with a confused, condescending look on his face, as he attempted to figure out what kind of Loron this was. The Loroniz Spik they both spoke was extremely different, as they not only differed in tone and accent, but their dialect was very foreign. But it was clear, beyond that, they were still Loron.


 * Gol'thabex - if yoo show up an kill ma croo, yoo bes hav a good reesun for it. if yor a loron, den we will spare yoo wen we kill da oonivers, but othawise, im afraid get lost or wes gonna kill yoo now.
 * Yuz'tan Az'troz - yoo think dis is da first time some ottzee loron losa told us ta get lost? dis ain't our first rodeo, pardna. i think yoo best scram or lil ol me is gon have ta kill YOO.
 * Gol'thabex - wher da hek ar ya even frum? yoo talk weird
 * Yuz'tan - ha ha ha! all yall ottzee losas are da same. lookin down on us fer our country muzik and barbecue chikkin. but we're da best loron around! best get it in yer mind that yer death is gonna come at da hands of DA COW BOYZ!

Gol'thabex narrowed his glare at the screen, and then shook his head slightly and went back to his typical lax face. He completely dismissed Yuz'tan and the other Cow Boyz.


 * Gol'thabex - yor about as arrogant as Grak'tona an i bet yor not even close to as cool. so heres wat im gonna do: im gonna make yoo join da rogue boyz or make yoo stop firin on ma croo. or kill yoo. whicheva ya want.
 * Teg'zaz - ok. den we'z gonna pick door numba 4. killin YOO!

Gol'thabex grinned to himself as he looked away from the hologram and towards his targeting computer.


 * Gol'thabex - bring it on
 * Yuz'tan - YA MADE A REAL BIG MIGHTY FINE MISTAKE HERE PARDNA! YEEEEHAW!

As their leader sounded the battle cry, the Cow Boyz fighters began swarming around Gol'thabex's fighter, leaving him with seemingly no escape. The Cow Boyz Fightas, or "Da Cavaliyas" as they called them, were especially agile and powerful, designed to flank a target from every angle and surround them on all sides with overwhelming firepower. Especially against an easy target like a lone, unsupported space fighter, this battle would be as easy as herding cattle for Da Cavaliyas.

"Should" would be a more appropriate word to use here, though. Gol'thabex was no ordinary pilot, and even being outnumbered by hundreds of fearsome Cavaliyas, the situation wasn't as hopeless as it seemed. Just as Gol'thabex had little idea who Da Cow Boyz were, Yuz'tan and Teg'zaz had little idea that they were going up against the most skilled pilot Da Rogue Boyz had to offer.


 * Teg'zaz - man he ded
 * Yuz'tan - fer sure. good nite irene.
 * Teg'zaz - what a shame tho. he seemed like a stand up sorta guy, fer an ottzee dat is.
 * Yuz'tan - shall we pour one out fer him?
 * Teg'zaz - yea. in memory of ottzee losa, bless his heart.

Yuz'tan and Teg'zaz began drinking from their personal kegs of extra-strength Adriana whiskey, in preparation for the victory party that was presumably soon to follow. Caught up in their celebration, the commander and the lieutenant were oblivious to the true nature of their situation.

As each of the Cow Boyz Cavaliyas made their short flight back to the main ship to join in the burga and beer celebration, suddenly they tripped a mine. Gol'thabex had left behind an invisible antimatter mine just as he had fled them, which tripped, destroying four of the Cavaliyas instantly. His ship came out of cloaking. Not only was its alleged destruction to them a holographic illusion, he had cloaked to hide himself.

Gol'thabex turned around and fired his cannons, killing many of the other Cavaliyas. The survivors, insulted that their clearly supreme dogfighting skills were being outmatched by ottzees of all people, attempted to tail him, and tried to dodge his mines. But he fired ballistic torpedoes at them, as he swung his ship around them in a rapid loop faster than they could respond to, and shot the remaining ships.

Within a few moments, there were no Cavaliyas left. Gol'thabex cloaked his ship, and landed in the open hangar of the Cow Boyz ship. He killed every Cow Boyz guard before they could so much as sprung an alarm, before he made his way to the main ship's bar where their celebration was ongoing.

As Gol'thabex approached the bar's western-looking door, he peered inside. These Loron were fun-loving, but they definitely did not enjoy the forms of fun that the Ottzelloan ones did. Each of them sat at their chairs drinking, with a country band performing, while the Chikz were cooking burgers and supplying drinks in this frantic fun. Drunken Loron cursed one another and each of them laughed, while Teg'zaz and Yuz'tan stood around a table in celebration.

Gol'thabex made his way through. The Cow Boyz were much too preoccupied with their drinks and laughter to pay him much notice other than an odd glare at first. He slowly walked his way through. He caught glares as he looked around, trying to spot Yuz'tan. As he walked to the bar, he looked to his left, and spotted Yuz'tan, who was still drinking. But more Cow Boyz began to notice him, and they glared. His armor was clearly not from around these parts, and there was no way he should be alive.

He approached Yuz'tan with his typical non-chalant look on his face, with his hands clutching his axes by his side. He walked past as a Chik carrying drinks spotted him. She slowly backed away from him, as more Loron stopped to glare at this outsider. Having noticed everyone else stopping what they were doing, Yuz'tan and Teg'zaz stopped too, to glare at Gol'thabex themselves. He continued to make his approach, as all bar the country band had completely stopped what they were doing, and finally stood in front of Yuz'tan, with a menacing look on his face. There was a brief pause, before he made his request.


 * Gol'thabex - i need yor boyz, yor empiya an yor ship.

Everyone in the bar laughed at the seeming ridiculousness of the request.


 * Yuz'tan - yoo fergot ta say "please".

Gol'thabex continued his intimidating stare, as the rest of the bar mocked him, not taking a single request seriously. Yuz'tan spat in his face, while Gol'thabex stood there, perfectly still. Confused and frustrated at Gol'thabex' lack of a response, he swung a punch at Gol's face, who was hit, but responded with his own punch that knocked Yuz'tan to the floor. Approaching from behind, Teg'zaz tried to smash a bottle on Gol'thabex, only for Gol'thabex to swing around and stab his side with his axe, then kick him to the ground, as his bottle smashed right beside him.

Yuz'tan got back up, and slammed Gol'thabex harder. His punches were powerful, but they were nothing that Gol'thabex had not deal with before. He lifted him up by the neck, and slammed him to the floor. No one in the bar was laughing now.

Teg'zaz swung his legs around and successfully kicked Gol'thabex to the ground, but he instantly got up and grabbed his head, then slammed it through the table. Yuz'tan attempted to get up, but Gol'thabex simply tossed him across to the bar, which caused it to break. The other Cow Boyz had all risen to take a swing at him, but none of them were brave enough to fight the Loron who could outmatch both their superiors.

Gol'thabex grinned, as he walked towards the country band, who had stopped. They each tried to run to attack him, but he threw his axes at them and knocked them down. Another member tried to slam his guitar on Gol'thabex, but it simply broke on his head, and Gol'thabex tossed him against the wall, then took the stage and the microphone. He turned towards what appeared to be a CD player and glared at the band members.


 * Gol'thabex - ...wat da hell. ya werent even playin ya instruments. ya wer jus pretendin ta play an LIPSYNCIN?

Gol'thabex ripped out the CD inside it, and smashed it. He then inserted his own rap CD, brought the volume up to half, and blasted the speakers.


 * Gol'thabex - heers da deel. YOO JOIN DA ROGUE BOYZ OR I PUT DA VOLUME HIYA
 * Teg'zaz - YOO AIN'T GOT DA BALLZ BUD. YA GOT A REAL REAL SAD EXCUSE FER A MIXTAPE RIGHT THERE
 * Yuz'tan - YEA I BET HE LISTENS TO ALL DAT OTTZEE RAP CRAP. GET OUTTA HERE

Gol'thabex grinned to himself as he raised the volume up to 60%. His grin only grew as he watched the Cow Boyz groan and attempt to plug their ears in frustration.


 * Gol'thabex - dont say i didnt warn ya...want me ta blast it to da ENTIYA SHIP???
 * Teg'zaz - I BET YOO DON'T GOT EVEN 100% OF DA BALLZ NECESARY FER DAT
 * Yuz'tan - how ya gonna blast it to da entiya ship, bud? don't ya know dis here saloon iz SOUNDPROOF??

Gol'thabex' simple retort was to raise the volume up to 80%. His sadistic glee as the other Cow Boyz tried desperately hard to plug their eyes caused him to raise it up to a further 90%, just waiting for them to cave in.


 * Gol'thabex - yoo lissen to ME or yoo lissen to RAP. YOO CANT HAV IT BOFF WAYZ.
 * Teg'zaz - wazzat? i can't hear yoo over DA 20% OF DA BALLZ YER MISSIN

Gol'thabex shrugged, and brought it up to 100%. Much of the glass began to smash at the volumes, and were Gol'thabex not used to the extremely noisy battlefield with roaring loud weaponry, he would likely have gone deaf. Many of the Cow Boyz were about to go deaf if they were close to a speaker, but of course, the speakers filled the room.


 * Gol'thabex - DENY ME AGEN AN IMMA BLAST IT TO DA ENTIYA SHIP.
 * Teg'zaz - ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH! HE REALLY DOES HAVE 100% BALLZ! AHHHHHHHHHHH
 * Yuz'tan - da bass... too... much...! GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ALRIGHT YOO WIN YOO WIN, I GIVE, UNCLE, ETC.

Gol'thabex's grin widened once more, as he pulled the CD out, and brought up a hologram. It was Grak'tona, who was about to negotiate with them. Sitting on his throne, Grak'tona was surprised to have been contacted.


 * Grak'tona - man..ma new crown is sooooo good...OI OI. YOO DER. WAT AR YA DOIN MAN WHAI DID YOO ATTAK DA THUGZ???? MAN IM SO GLAD GOLTHABEX BATTERED YOO YOO DONT DISRESPECT DA KING LIKE DAT
 * Yuz'tan - "da king"? what da hell. yoo ottzees and yer monarchy.
 * Grak'tona - YEH DATS RITE. AN YOO AR TRAITAS TO DA CROWN COZ YOO LEFT BOREALIS. AN YOO HAV A STOOPID TASTE IN MUSIC. ALSO WAT DA HELL IS DAT TRASH DAT YA EET ANYWAYZ? MAN I SWER ITS INSULTIN. YOO AR TRAITAS TO DA KINGDOM SO GIMME ONE GOOD REESUN I SHULDNT GET GOLTHABEX TA SMASH YA
 * Gol'thabex - man yor an idiot I NEED DEM. dey need ta go mak a massiv mess fer me so dat da PAE geezas can send deir important peepz so i can assassinat dem. we need ta cut a deel wiv dem
 * Grak'tona - ...but...but deyz traitas...FINE. OK HEERS DA DEEL. YOO KISS MA FOOT AN YOO WORSHIP DA CROWN AN YOO SEND ME LOTSA CASH AN IMMA LET YOO LIV. ALSO IF YOO DONATE TONS OF GOLD TO DA CROWN DEN IMMA LET YOO TOUR DA PALACE AN KISS MA FOOT EVEN MOAR COS DATS DA GREATEST HONOR
 * Teg'zaz - ew gross man dats some messed up stuff rite there
 * Grak'tona - YA MOM IS. GO DO CROWN WORSHIPPIN AN MAYBE IMMA LET YOO LIV
 * Gol'thabex - oh ma dayz i cant beleev dey let dis guy do anyfin. ok heers da deel. yoo go kill PAE doods an ill giv ya some of his cash dat he givs ta me
 * Grak'tona - WAT? DA ROYAL TRESURY DOES NOT GIV TA TRAITA UNWORTHY DUMBOS LIKE DEEZ THICKOS
 * Gol'thabex - look jus ignor him hes an idiot. we got a deel?
 * Yuz'tan - grr. i don't like workin wit ottzees like yoo.
 * Grak'tona - I AM NOT AN OTTZEE. IM FRUM BOREALIS ONLY. I SHULD EXECUT YOO FER NOT KNOWIN DAT DISTINKSHON
 * Gol'thabex - fer da record he only knew he was frum borealis a few months ago. befor he didnt even kno wat his galaxy was called
 * Teg'zaz - oh. i feel ya. my momma back home always sed i was from some weird galaxy called "accident" or somethin
 * Yuz'tan - never mind dat. listen here pardner. i dont like yoo. one bit. but i'm in a bind here. so i'll take yer stupid deal. after allz sed and done tho i don't wanna see yoo ottzee losas on mah turf again

Gol'thabex grinned once more at his success, as he turned towards Grak'tona.


 * Grak'tona - SWEET. I EXPECT FOOT KISSIN IN TWO DAYZ TOPS DEN AFTA A WEEK IMMA LET YOO TOUR HALF OF MA ROYAL PALACE
 * Gol'thabex - yoo jus kill PAE doods. imma kill deir important geezas...

The hologram closed, as Gol'thabex made his way out of the saloon and back to his ship. It wasn't quite a beautiful friendship, but it'd do.

Da Boss We Knew Is Ded
While Fre'kloar was off in his own apartment, Rel'larutina in her new remote form called a secret meeting with all of the Warbosses and the Poshiez. Each of them lacked their enthusiasm at the beginning of the war. Now they were all trembling in fear, some of them filled with remorse for what may just have been the loss of Hagto'Zhl and Grak'tona. This time, they weren't even going to question taking orders from Rel'larutina. It wasn't the time to.

Though the Borealis front continued smoothly, even despite its slowed momentum, many of the Loron had their doubts about invading Hyperborea. They almost wanted to simply surrender, they were that broken.


 * Ray'loth - oi man...ar hagto an grak...gonna make it? ar dey gonna liv?
 * Voa'reak - honestly i dunt kno anymor. i fink wes gonna be next
 * Rel'larutina - The medics say they're still breathing and there's a chance we can save them. But they won't be fit to fight for months even if we can save them.
 * Brag'klogga - DIS IS SUCH NONSENSE. DA HOLY BOOKS DUNT MENTION DA VENOM LEEDA BEIN SUCH A TOSSA
 * Kal'kuir - BY MA CALCULASHONS DA HOLY BOOKS WAS WRONG. SORRY MAN BUT WE GOTTA FACE DA FACTS. DERES NO WAY DIS IS DA PROPHECY
 * Brag'klogga - BUT... BUT EVERYFIN ELSE WAS RITE. AND DA LORON GODZ NEVA LAI

Each of them was tempted to smack Brag'klogga, and blame him, but for once, they knew not to reduce themselves to Fre'kloar's level and continue in-fighting. For the first time in many of their lives, it was time to co-operate.


 * Ray'loth - yanno maybe da prophecy wasnt wrong. maybe we jus interpreted it wrong. maybe...MAYBE DA VENOM LEEDA WAS SOMUN ELS. YEH. VENOM ZR'AHGLOTH, A LEEDA DENIED OF HIS DAD. HAGTOZHL IS DA VENOM LEEDA
 * Zalk'don - eh. zr'ahgloth, venom zr'ahgloth... YANNO DAT MAKES SENSE
 * Brag'klogga - FAIFF CRISIS!!!!!!
 * Drizz'pyrokirk - i dunno about dat. maybe dere was anotha venom leeda. maybe yeh denied of his dad but hes also lost somfin. lost HIS KINGDOM. VENOM GRAK'TONA, A LEEDA DENIED OF HIS KINGDOM. GRAKTONA IS DA VENOM LEEDA.
 * Ray'loth - ... nah
 * Drizz'pyrokirk - LOL WHO AM I KIDDIN COURS NOT
 * Rogue Geek - If I may interrupt.

Da Propa Big Rogue Geek's robotic form presented the Loron with some holograms as she spoke to them.


 * Rogue Geek - While everyone was moping around, I was looking into this prophecy of six suns. By looking through the records of the Loron, which are nearly nonexistant, I came to the conclusion Brag'klogga only got one part of it right. His prophecy is incomplete.
 * Kal'kuir - MAN MA GIRLFREND IS DA BEST
 * Ray'loth - MINES STILL BETTA
 * Kal'kuir - YORS IS DED IDIOT
 * Rogue Geek - Ahem. Anyway, there is another half to this prophecy. It speaks of something called Rogue Sin, which takes place after what Brag'klogga has been chanting about lately.
 * Naktor'zak - rogue sin...wait so yor sayin dat da sixth sun happens or dis fing replaces it?
 * Rogue Geek - The records are vague at best, so I'm not sure. But I could decipher part of it. "From the sins of the Loron, that which represents all that is wrong is born, and the universe will never be the same".
 * Rel'larutina - So we did misinterpret it. How did you find these records, may I ask?
 * Rogue Geek - Now that we control UNO, I could take a good look at Groodrub and its history. And it included the original copy of this prophecy, which was a book someone apparently dropped pizza in and ruined all the last pages.
 * Knar'gank - can i assassinat whoeva did dat
 * Rogue Geek - They've been dead for several thousand years now, so no.
 * Knar'gank - ok. can i go bak in time an assassinat him den
 * Rogue Geek - No.
 * Knar'gank - yor no fun
 * Rogue Geek - I can't determine what'll happen to Fre'kloar next, but I see no reason for the invasion of Hyperborea to not happen.
 * Rel'larutina - In worst case scenario, I can lead it. We've got all the warbosses with us, so we should be fine. What's the worst that'll happen?
 * Rogue Geek - The Alliance kills us all.
 * Rel'larutina - Good point.

At that moment, Fre'kloar burst the door open and walked straight to the front of the bridge, not even noticing the other warbosses were there, and later, passively acknowledging them and Rel'larutina and doing nothing else.


 * Fre'kloar - OI GEEK. HOW LONG TIL WE GET TA HYPERBOREA
 * Rogue Geek - We are about to arrive.
 * Fre'kloar - GOOD
 * Traz'raka - urm. which of us is goin dere?
 * Fre'kloar - PFFFT. NON OF YOO. EVRYUN OF YOO IS A FAILUR EXCEPT FER ME. IM GOIN ALON
 * Traz'raka - fine den i didnt want to anyway
 * Gol'thabex - look man. i dunt car about money anymoar. DIS IS UNLORONLY. YOO CANT JUS TAKE NONE OF YA CROO WIV YOO TO DA MOS IMPORTANT BATTL

Fre'kloar's working eye turned sharply towards Gol'thabex as he glared, and gritted his teeth, before speaking.


 * Fre'kloar - YOO WANNA END UP IN DA HOSPITAL WIV GRAKTONA AN HAGTO DEN? WHO ELS VOLUNTEERS TA END UP DERE?

Gol'thabex backed away while all the others remained silent.


 * Fre'kloar - DATS WAT I THOUGHT. IM GONNA GO DESTROY DA PLACE AN DEN DA REST OF DA GALAXY. DEN IM GONNA KILL YOO ALL FER FAILIN.

Fre'kloar stormed out as he began to ready his men to invade the planet. He didn't even give the orders for his fleet to fire upon the world, simply assuming they would know to do that immediately.


 * Gol'thabex - look man he cant do dat. dis is wrong. dis guy cant be our leeda anymoar
 * Ray'loth - i warned everyun but NO ONE LISSENED
 * Knar'gank - man i miss jolkiar. he culdve fixed dis
 * Rel'larutina - Guys, you wouldn't want to fight Gratz'kaoz again, would you? Because that's kinda what we're dealing with here.
 * Brag'klogga - everyfin is wrong. da frekloar we knew isnt heer anymor. maybe its time fer us ta jus leg away frum him
 * Rel'larutina - That's one way to go about it. Although...

Rel'larutina turned towards Knar'gank, as she began to grin.


 * Rel'larutina - What was that you were saying about going back in time and assassinating again?

Da Defeet
Fre'kloar's fleet immediately engaged the defenses of the Aegis Guard as he launched his assault at the Polar Crystal Alliance's capital of Hyperborea. His target was the Council Tower, at the base of Arm One, and to get there, he would have to get past the best defenses the Alliance had to offer. As he made his way to the surface, he also noticed the Indoctrinate Collective had arrived to aid the fleets in defeating the Loron, but soon enough, the Legislatus District of Arm One was turned into a battlefield between the armies of the Aegis Guard and Fre'kloar's Loron army.

Fre'kloar and the other Loron, many of whom were the elite Thugz Fer Dosh mercenaries, swarmed the place, and eve though they weren't used to dealing with the cannon fire that the Aegis Guard were dishing at them, they still, as usual, had the numbers advantage. And beyond that, even the toughest metal and the strongest shields could not prevent the strength of the hulking Loron, and particularly the maniacal Fre'kloar in a frenzy, for very long. Fre'kloar was beginning to overpower them.

But the numbers of his men were dwindling. As more reinforcements came from both sides, it soon became clearer that neither force had anyone who could last long against the punishment they were dealing with, other than Fre'kloar.


 * Fre'kloar - AT DIS POINT I DUNT CARE ABOUT DIS STOOPID PLANET OR HOW IT IMPORTANT IT IS. I JUS WANNA SMASH EVERYFIN!!!!! MAKE DA WHOL OONIVERS KNO DA GHOSTIE PAIN!!!!!!!!

Shots were fired at Fre'kloar from the Aegis Guard forces as a Niaka combat suit and a Loron in uniform emerged from the top of a ruinde building which had been destroyed in the battle. It was a pair of Penumbrans: Xevern and Fed'koppa, two of the Unit's members who had interfered with Fre'kloar's Borealis front before.


 * Xevern - There he is! The Loron leader!
 * Fed'koppa - YOR UNDA ARREST!!!!!!
 * Fre'kloar - IVE HAD ENUFF OF DEELIN WIV YOO DUMBOS. OI GEEK

The Rogue Geek sent down several different pods, each of which became invisible. She was using reverse engineered Kralgon Pod technology to spawn miniature factories which sucked the resources from the station. Several different Loron Smashas, each controlled by the Geek, spawned, and two larger ones were sent to deal with Xevern and Fed'koppa. The Penumbrans coordinated the Aegis Guard into firing at the Smashas and Pods, serving as commanders for the army against the Loron horde. The Unit and the Guard did not usually work together, but they were well known for their exceptional experience, which made them valuable leaders.

Fre'kloar saw that the numbers of his horde were dwindling, and the two larger Smashas sent to take care of the Penumbrans were defeated. Enraged, he fired his rocket arm at each of them, knocking them to the floor, before charging towards them. He jumped on top of Xevern's suit and brought it to the floor, continually smashing it with his metallic fist, ready to pull the Niaka out of it with his biological one. But Fed'koppa fired at Fre'kloar before he could, expecting it to kill him. It did not, and it barely pierced Fre'kloar's shield. He turned and growled at Fed'koppa, before charging towards him himself and knocking him to the floor, then grasping his throat and attempting to choke him.


 * Fre'kloar - YOR A WASTE OF SPACE. DIS WHOL PLANET IS A WASTE OF SPACE. EVRFIN MUS BURN!!!!!!!!!!!
 * Xevern - Damnit...!
 * Fed'koppa - G-GO TA HELL YA LUNATIC!!!

As Fre'kloar was about to deal a final blow, he looked at his men. He saw that even the Thugz were being slaughtered. Now that reinforcements continually arrived, and more and more of his own men began to turn away from Fre'kloar, he no longer had the numbers advantage. But it was an insulting feeling that he had never known before: many of his own men did not believe he would succeed. No, it wasn't just that. They didn't want him to. He wasn't sure if to break down and cry, but instead, his anger propelled him as he dealt one blow to Fed'koppa's head, incapacitating him.

Xevern cowered inside his armor, but before Fre'kloar could go for him next, a loud, echoing, ethereal sound was heard across the battlefield. A roar. At the distance, a green flame appeared, a tall man inside of it as he slowly marched at the Loron army. He clenched his fist before throwing it up, and many Loron suddenly found themselves launched at Hyperborea's stratosphere faster than their eyes could register.

was here. His eyes burned in anger, creating an aura of essence around him as he slowly walked at Fre'kloar's direction.


 * Arkarixus - Long have I waited for this day.
 * Fre'kloar - YOO AGEN. MY POWAS HAV TRIPLED SINCE LAST TIME WE FOUGHT. IVE NEVA FOUGHT A WORFY OPPONENT IN AGES. SO COM TRY ME
 * Arkarixus - Tripled? Perhaps you can swing your fist better than a child now then.
 * Fre'kloar - YOR DAM RITE ABOUT DAT

Fre'kloar aimed his rocket arm squarely between Arkarixus' two eyes and fired at with a huge grin on his face. The Kormacvar rose a hand immediately as it came for him, grabbing the fist with his own hand before clenching it, destroying it with no difficulty. He continued to walk at Fre'kloar's direction, and he could watch as Loron Tanks around the Warmaster were swung backwards, being flung across the battlefield by the power of his mind alone. Fre'kloar first watched in horror, but then growled. He grinned to himself once again, as he charged towards the Warmaster. None of his telekenesis could stop Fre'kloar through his shield, so he ran confidently towards him and threw a punch at his forehead.

Before it could make contact, however, Arkarixus's eyes narrowed. Fre'kloar's arm suddenly bent back, breaking his shoulder and flinging the Loron leader back. Fre'kloar shrieked in pain as he fell, and then picked himself back up to punch the Warmaster with his robotic arm. But faster than he could register, Arkarixus picked Fre'kloar by the arm and threw him into the ground, cracking the reinforced floor of Hyperborea in the process. One of the Warmaster's back limbs rose and then was sent down at his stomach, piercing through his armor as if it was butter before retreating.


 * Arkarixus - I can smell the scent of your fear. Of their fear. Your lackeys see you as little more than an animal.
 * Fre'kloar - DATS...NOT TROO...DEY KNO IM DA BEST BOSS EVA...DEY FEER ME
 * Arkarixus - So they do. They fear for you an irrational beast. And I can see it in your head... your fear of war.

Fre'kloar attempted to raise a fist to him, but he could not. In agony, he lay there, attempting to pull himself up, but could not under the weight of Arkarixus' arm. His pain no longer drove him towards more anger, but now it created a sense of despair.


 * Fre'kloar - DA HORRAS OF WAR...
 * Arkarixus - You think you know fear of war...

Arkarixus clenched a fist, which became engulfed in the green flame of his essence. With his telekinesis, he rose Fre'kloar to his feet before swinging it at him.


 * Arkarixus - Let me show you something truly worth fearing!

Arkarixus's fist collided with the Loron, whose ribcage was near instantly reduced to ash as he was blasted away, colliding with several buildings which crumbled under him. Fre'kloar fell once again. This time, he did not even attempt to pull himself up. And now he thought about who Arkarixus was. Back when he had learnt about Arkarixus, the Kormacvar, he simply passively acknowledged their history but dismissed it. In truth, the Warmaster had known far more about war than Fre'kloar had ever known. It was the first time Fre'kloar had ever considered the idea that he wasn't the only one plagued with this kind of pain. His agony, his inability to reconcile with what he was, it had broken him. Fre'kloar simply waited for Arkarixus to deal the killing blow. But he was transparent to Arkarixus, who knew exactly how he was feeling. The Kormacvar demigod levitated after Fre'kloar, his fists burning more intensily as he grabbed the Loron by the neck.


 * Arkarixus - You know nothing of war or true loss, you primitive. You rule through fear, think yourself the mightiest. If you make a god bleed, they will cease to believe in it. Well, your men can see your blood drenching the battlefield... while I remain unharmed.

Fre'kloar knew every word Arkarixus has said was true. It was time for him to listen. He could not raise anything in his defense, he could not even attempt to combat this monster. He did not even try to pray to Zr'An'Kar. He simply turned his eyes towards Arkarixus.


 * Fre'kloar - yor...yor rite...kill...me...
 * Arkarixus - Begging for death, then. Your kind has tormented my galaxy for too long. Hearing these words brings me joy.

The Kormacvar rose his empowered fist as he glared down at Fre'kloar.


 * Arkarixus - Die!

But just as his fist smashed the ground, a Smasha quickly pulled Fre'kloar away, and tossed him into a wormhole it created. Arkarixus looked at it, and straight below the Smasha, was the Rogue Geek's form.


 * Rogue Geek - Oh, it's you. It's been a long time. How have you been?
 * Arkarixus - You will not escape me. None escape a Kormacvar Warmaster. I will mount your head into the wall of my office.
 * Rogue Geek - Funny. Because back when your consciousness was trapped in mind...they mounted your head in theirs. Remember?
 * Arkarixus - ... You are that intelligence. That excuse of a copy.
 * Rogue Geek - Indeed. Oh, and the only reason you didn't promptly re-awaken is because Fre'kloar broke me and so I couldn't reactive in time. Hope that adds insult to the injury of you not being able to kill him yet.
 * Arkarixus - If I cannot have Fre'kloar, then I will just have you instead.
 * Rogue Geek - Try me.

Arkarixus growled as he threw a fist at the Smasha and then clenched it. The giant mecha begun convulsing as it broke down into itself, imploding through the Kormacvar's mind power. The Smasha was destroyed easily, while the Rogue Geek's form looked at him smugly. As Arkarixus looked around, he saw the Aegis Guard's forces, too, were being depleted. But no Loron were left. The Rogue Geek's own factories of Smashas and Tanks were fighting the battle on their own.


 * Rogue Geek - Good work. But there's plenty more where that came from.
 * Arkarixus - Good.

Arkarixus vanished from sight, before instantly reappearing in front of the Rogue Geek's physical form. The Kormacvar thrust a palm into the robot, and she was instantly reduced to pieces by the sheer force of the impact. Her form destroyed, the Rogue Geek now spoke through loadspeakers, as her voice echoed around the room, and more Smashas appeared to face him, firing their weapons.


 * Rogue Geek - This is exactly what I've wanted. All of you against all of me.
 * Arkarixus - You do not know true power!

Arkarixus begun levitating as he let out a roar, and from him were sent out shockwaves of essence which reduced the nearby mashes and factories to little more than cinders. With all of the Loron's resources, Arkarixus was still a Kormacvar Warmaster - a god among men created to combat other gods among men.


 * Rogue Geek - Funny you should say that. Because I actually know you better than I know most of the Loron. I had your mind inside me for oh, so many years. I know everything you know. And I watched your entire kind die to a god, and the rest of its legacy go to a self-made god. All that time. And I never told you.
 * Arkarixus - And so you admit. You stand no chance against me, primitive.
 * Rogue Geek - Oh, perhaps I do not. But I'm not sure Lunaxis did when she died to Grox either.
 * Arkarixus - She did not. And now, your men wil join her.

Using the pain of loss against Arkarixus was futile, for unlike Fre'kloar, he had learned to live with his phantoms long ago. The Rogue Geek had not been aware of Arkarixus' life after he had re-awokened.

The sheer numbers of Smashas simply did not make a difference. Arkarixus may have been the only one fighting, but his mind alone could crush the Smashas before they even reached him, while their spacetime warping cannons did little to harm him. However, another Smasha arrived, and approached him. On this, Arkarixus' mind powers could not work. It reacted much faster to him, as it kicked him and attempted to dig its blades into his flesh. The Warmaster reacted by fighting back with his bare hands, as he held no weapon with him, and even though the mecha's blades cut through his muscles, it did little to slow him down.


 * Rogue Geek - You've changed quite a lot since I had you stuck inside me. I'm actually quite impressed.
 * Arkarixus - If you spoke less, perhaps you would last some seconds longer.
 * Rogue Geek - I do not intend to last very long. I merely intend to test how long before you can stop all of me from coming.
 * Arkarixus - This battle was over before it begun. Your Loron will all die. I will see it done myself.
 * Rogue Geek - So Tuolog could teach you to deal with your past, but he could not teach you to be anything other than a vengeful warmongerer. What a shame. Then again, I suppose it's hypocritical considering I haven't been able to teach the Loron anything either.
 * Arkarixus - The fear in your tone makes this battle much more enjoyable.

Each of her pod factories were eventually destroyed. However, more Smashas continued coming. At this point, the Rogue Geek had given up attempting to fight him. They simply attempted to ravage the city and to try and aim for the civillians. It appeared she had one hidden pod that he couldn't find yet.


 * Rogue Geek - What if I told you I had another factory you couldn't yet find? And what if I told you that same factory was busy scanning the entire tower and the surrounding metal encasing?
 * Arkarixus - You sure enjoy the sound of your own voice.

It had been made very obvious to him where it was: it was located beneath the ground. Arkarixus slammed his fist, as he searched for it, and eventually found the Rogue Geek's robotic form standing right next to it in a floor below. The Kormacvar immediately teleported to the Geek and swung a hand at her, grabbing her head and squeezing it with his hand, slowly piercing it with his fingers.


 * Arkarixus - Make as many copies as you want. You cannot hurt me. You cannot do anything but prolong the death of Da Rogue Boyz.
 * Rogue Geek - Oh no, but I can calculate exactly the amount of force that would be needed to crash through the outer armour of this station to break a hole in it and send an unammend Sik Ship through that hole and destroy the tower, effectively destroying your government. Wouldn't that be a shame?

Arkarixus looked at the Geek in anger as he crushed her head in his hand, before he retured to the surface and looked to the sky. While the Council had been evacuated long ago, a spaceship crashing at the tower would cause devastating damage to the arm.


 * Rogue Geek - You lose.
 * Arkarixus - ... Hmpf. I have suffered worst losses. Do your worse, coward.

As Arkarixus looked out of the window, to await the arrival of the Sik Ship that the Rogue Geek had promised, a freshly made, unpainted ship was indeed making its way there. He would attempt to at least minimize the damage while trying to stay in breathable space. But it didn't even reach the armour.

Outside the window, there was a Borealis Grox ship. It had fired a soliton disruptor at it, causing it to implode on itself, before clearing apart the scrap metal. Not a single dent of damage was dealt. And appearing in a hologram, spoke.


 * The Mechanic - Nice try, moron! Stupid damn AIs thinking they're so clever, I swear, kids these days! What're they thinking, I can't intercept them sending a bloated suicide bomber at my favourite space station?
 * Arkarixus - Ah ha. Old friend. Just in time.
 * The Mechanic - Hey, old buddy, how ya been?
 * Arkarixus - I am annoyed over this Loron intelligence's terrorist attack on our homeworld.
 * The Mechanic - I'm just annoyed at its cheek, really. What makes it think it can outsmart us, of all people? Would you believe I built that damn thing? Would you believe I was up hours programming it only for it to get messed up as soon as a Loron gets their hands on it? Sheesh!
 * Arkarixus - It must be undone. The Loron have become a threat to galactic stability. It is time for the Legacy to do its task.
 * The Mechanic - Hey, man, it's not our job to get involved in politics, you know, but if they threaten Hyperborea, they've made themselves an enemy of us!
 * Arkarixus - There is no politics involved. Only old-fashioned extermination...
 * The Mechanic - Yup! What do you say, you and me, take these Loron out side by side, just like old times?
 * Arkarixus - Let us do so.
 * The Mechanic - Alright! Oh, and I may just be able to enlist an old friend of ours...
 * Arkarixus - Who might that be?
 * The Mechanic - Oh, just some people who have wanted to exterminate life in Ottzello before.
 * Arkarixus - ... You mean... have returned?
 * The Mechanic - Yup! And they're not very happy, either. I suspect these Loron have stirred up enough of a mess that they're trying to prevent another bad fate.
 * Arkarixus - I see. They will make valuable allies.
 * The Mechanic - Yeah, I bet. I know we'll be up against a lot of Loron, but they'll be up against a lot of us.
 * Arkarixus - The Loron are nothing but insects. They stand no chance against the might of the Legacy.
 * The Mechanic - We're going to bring them to justice, just watch. Once we bring them to their knees, I'll have people arrest Fre'kloar and the others. We're decide what to do with them, whether we choose to bring them to extinction or force them to sign some peace treaty.
 * Arkarixus - As far as I am concerned, we will ensue the law of the Kormacvar Empire.

Arkarixus crossed his arms as he looked at the battlefield, littered with the corpses of Aegis Guard, but also of Loron. He had already made up his mind.


 * The Mechanic - Remember, though, it's Tuolog's people who were hit the worst. Perhaps we should let him decide.
 * Arkarixus - ... Maybe. But we will bring about our retribution either way. I won't be as forgiving on the other Loron as I was on Fre'kloar.
 * The Mechanic - Hey, I've got a ton of Borealis Grox ships or Kormacvar ships I can make for ya. Just pick your poison.

Arkarixus nodded, finally grinning at the thought of working with the Mechanic and the Vague once again. Just like old times. The Aegis Guard could even be given a rest now.

Starship Massacre
The Loron's starship numbers had greatly increased. So many of the Loron ships went completely unmanned as a result of bosses unwilling to co-ordinate many ships beyond a certain number, and of the population of Sik Ships even exceeding the population of Loron. The seven sextillion Sik Ships, created after devouring a whole host of star systems, would go from being an enormously intimidating fleet that would carry out the Loron's conquest of the universe to being its first line of defense.

Seven sextillion warships, let alone ones with weaponry as powerful as some of the strongest civilisations in the universe, would be an insurmountable challenge for any galactic alliance. On top of the Rogue Boyz' rapid devouring of star systems to create more resources at the rate that it'd take anyone to destroy a single of these ships, it would appear the Rogue Boyz, even without the momentum of their Leedas, would be an unbeatable foe.

Not for the Vague and the Kormacvar Legacy.

The fourth dimensional Vague, led by, could tear apart third dimensional metal with ease. It was as if they could unthink it out of existence, as they soared through space to break ships apart and left behind nothing but dozens of fractions of debris. Even the weaponry of the Loron ships would not be enough to kill the Vague easily, as even all the particle cannons on a single ship could barely damage their extradimensional exteriors. A few Vague died on their crusade, but it was of little consequence. A single Vague along could destroy hundreds of thousands of ships before being killed, and a group of them, quadrillions would be annihilated in mere minutes. They moved much faster than the speed of light through space as they were able to outpace the Loron's resupply of reinforcements.

The Kormacvar Legacy wasn't quite extradimensional, but its weaponry was still much beyond what the Loron could deal with. Subspace compression waves could wipe out millions of Loron ships at once, and if aimed correctly, could do so without accidentally destroying nearby planets. In case of ships that were a bit too close to stars and planets that they didn't quite want to destroy, pseudometal warheads and transphasic antimatter missiles would do the trick. Each of these weapons were powered enough to destroy even an enormous Sik Ship with all of its defenses, which added to the slaughter of ships.

None of these warships were piloted by Loron. They, as such, didn't make the mistakes a Loron would, they didn't miss every single shot, they didn't make ballsy moves, they simply arrived in their ridiculous numbers to try and, at the very least, slow down the horde of floating fourth dimensional monsters, and the masses of even bigger warships of the and 's design. Every subspace compression wave and every fourth dimensional smite tore apart more millions of Loron ships, leaving what was a graveyard of starships behind.

And the graveyard amassed. Trillions, quadrillions of starships destroyed left to debris floating around in space, as the ruins piled up. Still more Rogue Boyz ships arrived, but the fleets of the Vague and the Kormacvar Legacy would tear them apart. They covered what must've been trillions of parsecs and hundreds of millions of light years in space as they ripped Loron apart. They were more in danger of their ships depleting their energy than they were of being hurt by the Loron. No relativistic missile or enormous particle cannon of the Rogue Boyz could deal with the deflector shields of the Kormacvar Legacy and the extradimensional skin of the Vague. Loron ships which could normally destroy the capital ships of other civilisations with ease could do little to harm these two.

And after what must've been only seven hours, the Vague and the Kormacvar Legacy could finally halt, having destroyed every last starship factory. And even then, there was a species to bring to heel, and there were still UNO's worlds to liberate. The Kormacvar Legacy and the Vague had dealt with the bulk of the Loron ships while the rest of the Polar Crystal Alliance and the extragalactic allies all fighting for retribution and the restoration of UNO had to deal with fleets that were still large, but a much more even match for them. The Loron fleets were still a menace, even if the Kormacvar Legacy and the Vague had torn them apart like butter and made it look easy. In order to truly finish the conquest, there was one thing the Mechanic had to do.

He had to seize control of the Rogue Krooza, hack into the Rogue Geek, erase the factories and all knowledge of their planet devouring technology, and free everyone. Ironic, the Rogue Boyz would be conquered in the exact same way they conquered UNO.

Liberation
coming soon

Da Last Hope
Having just heard the news of Fre'kloar's defeat, and of his escort to a hospital, the Loron Speshul Warbosses and Poshiez once again gathered around the same command bridge, to discuss how best to move forward. Many of them were considering plotting a coup against Fre'kloar, but Rel'larutina was still adamant that the idea they had brought up earlier would work.

There was very little enthusiasm amongst the Loron, and many of them still felt defeated. While the vast majority of Da Rogue Boyz didn't yet know it, each of the Poshiez and Spsheul Warbosses was broken and close to submission. So the rest of the empire would fight on, but these Loron all knew that there was little hope for them left. And the chances were that they had minutes before the Kormacvar Legacy and the Vague would show up to kill them, even if the controlled UNO colonies defending against the PCA and the extragalactics would hold out much longer.


 * Ray'loth - im tellin ya man. kill him now whil hes in hospital. make hagtozhl da propa big leeda. deres no otha way
 * Voa'reak - WES ALL GONNA DAI AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH
 * Zalk'don - I SAY WE SUICIDE BOM. SO AT LEEST WE GO OUT IN STYLE. MAN FREKLOAR REKKED DA BEST EMPIYA EVA IM SO MAD
 * Traz'raka - srsly scroo yoo peeps i jus wanted mor bling nao everyuns dyin
 * Gol'thabex - im same as dis guy cept im betta
 * Brag'klogga - DA ROGUE BOYZ DYIN... DIS DAYZ NOT MEANT TA COM!!!!!!!!!
 * Kal'kuir - WELL BY MA CALCULASHONS DERES A 1 IN 2559041848459185 CHANCE OF US SURVIVIN
 * Naktor'zak - MAN WAT DO WE DO? I CANT GO FAST IF IM DED

Gol'thabex stood up, before Rel'larutina spoke, to address them all solemnly.


 * Gol'thabex - if deres one fing i lernt dis war its dat bein a loron is moar dan jus ya own personal desiyas. i meen dats a large part of it but its also about da pashon. da fing dat keeps ya goin. wes LORON. WE NEVA LOOS. WE NEVA LOST BEFOR AN WE WONT LOOS NOW. i dunt care wat it takes. but da loronz is gonna liv. we lived dis far. we cant let som dum mistakes stop us now.
 * Knar'gank - impressiv comin from ya who only cares bout money all da time
 * Gol'thabex - yeh well i kinda changed a bit. if its needed i can donate lotsa ma cash to da MAKIN LORONZ NOT LOOS charity lata
 * Ray'loth - we can start by OFFIN FREKLOAR
 * Kal'kuir - i wuld agree but i dont fink dats gonna chang anyfin if hes ded

Arriving late, Rel'larutina and the Rogue Geek walked in, and much like the others, Rel'larutina looked hopeless. She sighed, as she addressed the Loron with her new proposal.


 * Rel'larutina - I just think that the plan we came up with a while back is our best shot. Send Knar'gank, hell, send all of us, back in time, and defeat our old selves. It's our last ditch effort to keeping the Rogue Boyz alive.
 * Voa'reak - goin bak in time? WATS DA POINT?
 * Rel'larutina - It means we stop Fre'kloar from defeating UNO, which led to this entire catastrophe. It means we salvage what little we have left and just go back to the simple days. I like my empire, y'know, alive.
 * Brag'klogga - DA TEECHINS SAY TIME IS LIKE... urm... its got like lots of arms or somfin like dat. TIMELINES i fink deyz called. EVEN IF WE GO BAK WES STILL GONNA DAI HEER
 * Rel'larutina - That's not necessarily true. If we do this correctly, then our going back in time and altering it won't create a new timeline, it'll simply affect this one instead. But we have to do this in a very precise way and we need to muster all the Chronoscopic powers we have.
 * Knar'gank - cant we jus like stop frekloar from startin da whol war insted of not killin uno? feels like wasted effort
 * Rogue Geek - Negative. Every single possible outcome following the defeat of UNO, and Jol'kiar, leads to the events of this war in some form. The date may change, but this spiral of destruction is inevitable. The only possible outcome is if the Loron get a hold on technology so powerful they may as well become gods, and would not even need to bother with the war at all.
 * Ray'loth - SO YOO WANT TA REVIVE JOL'KIAR DEN. WONT DAT CAUSE LIKE A PARADOX?
 * Rel'larutina - Again: not if we do this correctly. If we do this the right, precise way, then there are three likely scenarios. The first is that we ultimately create a new timeline, but erase the old one. The second is that we do alter time, but only in a very small space; not all the consequences and events will be erased, but at least Fre'kloar will be back to his old self and Jol'kiar will be alive, at the expense of Zr'Ahgloth and UNO being alive, but this may just be what allows us to live afterwards.
 * Brag'klogga - AN DA THIRD???
 * Rel'larutina - The third is...we are destroyed completely when we go back, as we create an anomaly large enough that Zargoth shows up and destroys us.
 * Zalk'don - honestly at dis point as long as we dai in a big boom i dunt care wat happens
 * Voa'reak - oi say if da third happens wont zrankar save us? he will wont he guyz????
 * Brag'klogga - I MEEN HE SHULD CUS HES DA BEST GOD EVA. SO I GUESS WE GOT NUFFIN TA WORRY ABOUT?
 * Rogue Geek - You really want to bet your chances on that? Because even in the second scenario, it's still likely that we will create an anomaly that leads to the third. And we have to really hope that Zr'An'Kar is forgiving in that instance.
 * Naktor'zak - WE GOT NO OPSHUNS. DA GROX AN DA VAGUE IS GONNA GET HEER SOON

Traz'raka stood up, fired Lil Homie in the air as he cheered.


 * Traz'raka - WELL I SAY DO IT. ITS DA BEST BET. EVEN IF WE DONT SAVE ALL OF DA ROGUE BOYZ WE CAN STILL SAVE MOST OF US AN GO BAK TA WEN DA ROGUE BOYZ WAS DA BEST. NOT DA MESS WEV BEEN LEFT IN NOW!!! WHOS WIV ME?
 * Drizz'pyrokirk - YEH HES RITE. LETS SAVE DA LORONZ
 * Rel'larutina - Any objections?
 * Voa'reak - NO MAN LETS GET TA IT
 * Rel'larutina - Alright. Well, we could use one of UNO's old time machi-
 * 'Brag'klogga - SOD DAT. IM GONNA GET SOME FLASHIEZ TA HELP US GO BAK IN TIME. OI SHULD WE TAKE DA LEEDAS WIV US?
 * Ray'loth - OBVS MAN IM NOT LETTIN HAGTO STUK IN DA FUTUR. an graktona too i guess
 * Voa'reak - man i miss da dayz wen yoo didnt hate frekloars guts. akshully i miss da dayz we all didnt

Brag'klogga sought to gather other Flashiez, while the rest of the Loron joined the Leedas in hospital. The Rogue Geek remained behind, as the last line of defense. She would attempt to stall the Vague and the Kormacvar Legacy, in case they would destroy the Rogue Krooza before they could travel to the past.

Having just reached the Krooza, the Mechanic, Arkarixus and Dakster all gathered together in the leading Kormacvar warship preparing to enter the Krooza and hack into it. Having fired ion cannons at the Krooza and ultimately pierced its defenses, the ship was now inoperable, as it did not raise a weapon in its defense. There was only one thing left to do.


 * The Mechanic - Okay, time for us to take the AI back! Good job, ladies!
 * Arkarixus - This has better be more worth of our time than simply blasting the ship to oblivion.
 * The Mechanic - Absolutely. I can hack into their main AI and I practically have control of all of their production, all of their machines across the empire. I hack that thing, I control the Rogue Boyz. Hah! Funny when they're the ones who did the same thing to UNO!
 * Arkarixus - Let us be done with this then.
 * Dakster - Wait. Do not destroy the entire species. Not yet. Erase their planet eating technology and pacify them. Do not kill them.
 * Arkarixus - ... Why not? They are no better than demons.
 * Dakster - The biggest danger of the Rogue Boyz comes not from their war they were waging. It comes from what they will do next. If they are allowed to, they will tear apart the fabrics of spacetime once more. We could not stop them the last time when a Loron, Gratz'kaoz, did so before, we will not make that mistake again. We must pacify them to prevent them from doing so.
 * Arkarixus - Hmpf. They would not achieve whatever that is when they are destroyed. But I will play along for UNO's sake. You better be correct.
 * Dakster - Arkarixus, why do you insist on genocide? The Loron may have committed atrocities, but so did we, if you remember. You gave us a second chance, why not them?
 * Arkarixus - Because you had a reason to do what you did. The Loron destroy for fun.
 * Dakster - They do not know the ramifiactions of their actions. They do not know the harm they inflict unto others. It may make them dangerous, but in my mind, it makes them innocent. Should they learn what damage they truly are responsible for, I believe they can be a forcce for good in this galaxy. UNO have proven that.
 * Arkarixus - I will not argue this any longer. Let us do what we have come to do.

Dakster nodded. While he disagreed with Arkarixus, he still had much respect for him. He felt that such respect had to be mutual, which is why Arkarixus had chosen to drop the subject. The Mechanic entered the Krooza's command ship as he attacked the Rogue Geek. He pinned her to the floor with his mechanical arms, as another grabbed her head.


 * The Mechanic - Damn, blasted artificial intelligence mark A7810! I specifically remember programming you to defend yourself better than that! Hah!
 * Rogue Geek - Well, you did. And then a Loron broke me. You really should've designed me a little better. Perhaps if you did, Arkarixus would've been revived earlier.
 * The Mechanic - Oh, shut your trap you stupid machine! We all know that it was your inadequacies that let that happen! You told me that you didn't need Caretakers looking after you, that's why I let you stay in the cave by yourself!
 * Rogue Geek - And yet you lacked the foresight to ignore me. Perhaps if you'd had such foresight, or if you were a better coder, it wouldn't have happened.

Offended, the Mechanic pulled the Rogue Geek's face right next to his own as he shouted at her.


 * The Mechanic - WHAT?! Me, bad coder?! I'm the best in the galaxy, you stupid, half-witted, good-for-nothing, waste of metal!!
 * Rogue Geek - Oooh, touchy now, aren't we? Did I get to your poor little ego?
 * The Mechanic - I swear to Volzara, I never programmed you with this kind of rude, blasted, stupid egotistical attitude you've developed! What have the Loron done to you? Ugh!
 * Rogue Geek - Well, clearly they've put me in charge of one of the most powerful empires currently in the galaxy, and allowed me to produce an enormous fleet that could destroy anything. A fleet which you alone annihilated. And destroyed all my hard work.
 * The Mechanic - Oh, quit your yapping! Sheesh!

The Mechanic tossed her to the ground once more, pinning her down, and then ripped off the metal skin from her torso as he then plunged an arm into her mechanical circuits and began hacking.


 * Rogue Geek - That tickles a bit. That's really uncomfortable, you know.
 * The Mechanic - Uncomfortable?! How comfortable do you feel about the fact that I completely destroyed your blasted fleet?! Hahaha! I killed them all! They're now the biggest wreckage in the galaxy! Hahahahaha!!
 * Rogue Geek - For the oldest Caretaker alive, you have the maturity of a twelve your old. In fact, even the Loron are more mature than you.
 * The Mechanic - What?! I'll have you know, missy, that I am the least senile, the most sensible, the most- hey, what kind of idiot coded this thing?! Who ADDED these lines?!
 * Rogue Geek - Oh, yes. That was Kal'kuir. He doesn't exactly know Kormacvar programming languages.
 * The Mechanic - These if statements don't even do anything. Half those code is out of freaking scope. And none of it's commented at all! What an idiot. You deserve better coders than this, you're a Kormacvar AI for Volzara's sake.
 * Rogue Geek - Funny, because just a minute ago you were insulting my intelligence.
 * The Mechanic - What? Oh yeah, I was, wasn't I...you're a...you're a stupid, pathetic, useless, garbage machine!

The Mechanic's arms drilled harder into her robotic form as he grew frustrated in getting to her core files.


 * The Mechanic - Protected classes? Private classes? That really shouldn't be private? And what do these nonsense names mean?! My Volzara, this Kal'kuir did the most awful job in coding this piece of-
 * Rogue Geek - 'Actually, those lines were added by you. You idiot.
 * The Mechanic - What? I would never add-
 * Rogue Geek - Also, I'm fairly sure this counts as sexual assault in some legal circles.
 * The Mechanic - I cannot wait to get to the core of your-AHA!

The Mechanic's drills stopped, as the Rogue Geek lay back, lifeless. Finally, he had cracked into the system. He called Arkarixus and Dakster in excitement.


 * The Mechanic - I did it! I did it! I figured out code I wrote millions of years ago that I didn't comment correctly! The Rogue Boyz are ours! Haha!
 * Arkarixus - By the Brood Mother's sake, finally. I was contemplating ripping out my ear sockets out of all this talking.
 * Dakster - Yes. Now tell us where the Loron are so we can disarm them and make them cease this senseless conflict.
 * The Mechanic - Yeah! I can track their exact location right now, and all the logs of what they've recently done in here! And I can find that they...are...huh? I can't find them.
 * Arkarixus - What do you mean you can't find them? Have they evacuated the ship in some way we could not notice?
 * The Mechanic - They must've. No escape pod logs can be detected. Nothing shows any ship as left this ship since we disabled it. They must've...oh boy...
 * Dakster - It is done. They have travelled to the past.
 * Arkarixus - What?!
 * Dakster - They seek to return to the past and undo what they have done. They seek to prevent themselves from destroying UNO, and starting this war. But they do not realise what this will unleash. They will cause the biggest time anomaly this galaxy has seen since Gratz'kaoz.
 * Arkarixus - Damnation!
 * The Mechanic - Blasted Loron...okay, don't panic. Vague, if you go about clearing up any time anomalies, and Arkarixus and I clean up the Grid...we can still save ourselves from any catastrophe that pops up. And then after that, we arrest them. I just hope they don't rip apart the universe.