Fiction:Golden Movement

The is known for housing some of the most loyal Zazane clans and individuals, and are a galactic superpower within Andromeda. Their leader, is a Highlord of the AGC and a renowned warrior and saviour throughout the galaxy, while others call him a demon, or a nuisance due to his powers and heritage. On the edge of Brood territory, an insurrection larger than any other is about to take place, and loyalties will be tested and played upon as the Brood struggles to keep order within itself.

The biggest enemy is not from the outside, but on the inside...

Soroka
A small fleet of ships belonging to the Brood approached the world of Soroka, a world dominated by green plants and blue water. Soroka was a Brood colony near the edge of their territory, though it had been noted that this world was under the influence of a power that opposed the current ruler of the Brood, Tyraz Breek. However, unlike most other planets dominated by a rebellion or protester force, Soroka was not reported to have been taken by force, instead somewhat willingly submitting to the reign of a new leader. This baffled the captain of the fleet, Rydok Katachar, who had been fighting enemy fleets of traitors and rebels for many years. He was aching for a battle, but it seemed today it would be a lowly diplomatic meeting.

Helmsman - Captain Rydok, we are approaching Soroka. This is where the rebel influence is said to have originated from. Rydok - I am surprised we have not encountered any conflict as of yet. However, keep your guard up. We cannot afford to be ambushed this far into enemy territory.

Rydok looked out towards Soroka, and saw a fleet of golden, modified Brood ships on approach towards them. He leaned forward in his seat and snarled at the modified ships. They appeared golden, with extra spike-like additions attached.

Rydok - They dare defile our mighty ships with their modifications and tainted touch? Bastards! We shall see what they have to say! Helmsman - Do you wish to contact the highest authority, captain? Rydok - Patch me through! I shall give them a piece of my mind!

A communications window was opened, and Rydok waited for a moment before an image of a Zazane appeared on screen. A black and yellow Zazane, wearing something that was not recognized as traditional or standard Zazane fleet uniform. The Zazane had an implant on the left side of his face, possibly a result of a former battle or accident. However, while Rydok was angry and enraged, the black Zazane watched calmly, sitting in a golden seat. He tilted his head.

Zazane Captain - Welcome to Soroka, friend. It has been a while since we have seen any outsiders. Rydok - Silence, you ignorant fool! Who are you, and why do you challenge the Brood? Zazane Captain - Challenge the Brood? I have done no such thing. You must be mistaken. Rydok - Mistaken?! You're clearly a rebel! Zazane Captain - There has been a simple misunderstanding. I am no rebel, I am still in the allegiance of the Brood, I have simply...altered my political position in this sector. Rydok - On whom's authority? Zazane Captain - I am not sure if you are aware, but diplomacy between the leaders of Brood planets is not illegal. I have been gifted the territory from former planetary leaders.

Rydok leaned back in his chair, starting to calm down a little, though one could still see he had a look of frustration and anger on his face. His claws began to dig into his seat, while the other Zazane captain kept his smile and calm manner.

Rydok - You still haven't told me who you are. Zazane Captain - My apologies. My friends call me Crispy. Rydok - Crispy? What sort of name is that?

Crispy smirked. The modified Brood ships moved aside, revealing a new model of ship that was Brood-like in appearance but was nothing that the Fleet of Ruin had ever manufactured. Rydok's eyes widened a little as he saw it, and stood up. Crispy smirked as he saw Rydok stand.

Crispy - I am Crispy, leader of the Golden Movement. Otherwise known as Crispy's Insurrection. Rydok - Golden Movement? Is that what you call your puny alliance of planets? Crispy - At first, the planets in this sector. And then soon, other sectors. I promise more power than what Tyraz had ever given this Brood. The ships are stronger, the soldiers are better-trained,and it shall show how strong the Zazane really are. I am not some rebel who wants to rid of the Brood, no. That would be stupid. But I will simply fulfill the promises that Tyraz has made. Rydok - Then why not work under his wing? Crispy - Tyraz is a simple individual. His spirit is broken, he is not the man he once was. He has become...weaker. Rydok - On the contrary, he is stronger than ever before! He is the Grandmaster of the Guardians of Light and a Highlord of Andromeda! Crispy - Yes, but does he deserve it? Does he keep to his word?

Rydok stopped for a moment. Right now, he wanted to blast Crispy and his fleet to a million pieces, but he had wondered about what he had said. Had Tyraz really kept his promises of prosperity and strength? Why had so many legions and planets rebelled against his rule if he was supposedly a good leader? Rydok shook his head, and he snarled again.

Rydok - You are but a heretic! Crispy - Heretic? Tyraz is a god now? Rydok - He has the powers of a god! Crispy - No, he is cursed. Even Tyraz will admit that he is a cursed individual, a damned leader. Like the First One, Zagdala. Rydok - How dare you speak ill of Zagdala! He formed the Dragon Battleguard and united our mighty nation! Crispy - Zagdala betrayed the Old God in order for the Five Gods to grant him power. And then he set his sons against one another, and in the end killed his last surviving child. And what next? He put himself into a slumber, and left the realm. If he is not a traitor, then what is he? Rydok - You have no right to speak of Zazane's past, you are but scum in the eyes of my race! Crispy - Scum? Me? The one who is sane and has found a better way to unite nations, rather than an insane, emotional warlord who has reproduced with aliens? If I am scum, Tyraz must be the dirt I sleep on.

Rydok let out an angered roar, frustrated with Crispy's words, though somehow, he could see truth and reason behind them. Crispy was not like other Zazane, who were zealous followers of one man who could beat another. Instead, he was a man who offered promise to his supporters, and has even proven himself a worthy leader by his modified ships, and the resources to have even built his own personal custom ship without stealing.

Rydok - Crispy, you are a traitor and blasphemer in the eyes of Tyraz. Crispy - And I do not care for Tyraz, he is halting the progression of the Brood. Rydok - The Zazane are stronger than ever before! Crispy - And I could make them stronger! No, not as in physically, which is the way of simple-minded brutes and primitives, but in the way of politics! I could lead this empire to salvation, as I could my race! Rydok - You have no right to call yourself Zaza-- Crispy - You cannot deny that I am Zazane. Tyraz is the alien, as are his spawn. He is not of our kind, he has become a demon. A pox. A cancer that threatens to disband our race. At the start, he showed promise, he was more of a leader than his brother Moxix. But slowly, he spiralled down into oblivion and has doomed us all.

Rydok sighed, and knew he could not deny any longer. He sat back into his seat and he grunted.

Helmsman - Do you wish to attack, captai-- Rydok - No...Take us in closer. Helmsman - But sir, we could attack from here. Rydok - I do not wish to attack! I wish to...join... Helmsman - Join? But captain, this man speaks nonsense! Rydok - Just do it!

Rydok's fleet began to approach Crispy's own fleet. Rydok, feeling ashamed though accepting of Crispy's words, looked back to the communication screen.

Rydok - I am requesting permission to have our fleets merge... Crispy - Your fleet shall become part of mine, your ships will be modified to the highest grade and your men shall be given the finest training and equipment. We will be needing extra forces in order to show how serious we are in our cause to bring about a better age for the Brood.

With that, the fleet entered Soroka's orbit, joined by several of the modified Brood ships. Crispy closed the communication screen, and he smiled to his crew mates.

Crispy - We shall proceed forwarth and spread our reasoning to the main fleet in this sector, and then to the many worlds within. Tyraz has given up his dignity for power, he is nothing but an unstable tyrant.

Daedalus
On Daedalus, the capital planet of the Brood within Andromeda, Tyraz rested in his throne room, which was adorned by skulls, skeletons and weaponry from variours time periods and locations. Tyraz had his eyes closed, and his scales began to blacken, with luminous yellow scars beginning to appear on his flesh. He growled as his focussed look turned to a smirk, and his wings slowly spread outward. However, it all vanished within an instant as soon as the doors to his throne were forced open. A light-coloured Zazane of somewhat large size landed on feet, and stared at a large Niddan Ho who approached slowly. Savas Golge, the Icon, was having a practice duel with the Niddan Ho known as Tanaris, the first of his kind and also the strongest.

Tyraz let out a short roar, and he stood.

Tyraz - What is the meaning of this? Savas - My lord, this abomination is in support of an insurrection! Tanaris - Support insurrection? Savas, your ears have closed to the truth! Savas - All insurrections must be met with force! Tanaris - And you wonder why so many people rebel against the Brood. We must settle this diplomatically.

Tyraz roared again, gaining the attention of both Savas and Tanaris. Savas roared back while Tanaris stayed quiet.

Tyraz - Explain, why are you meeting each other with such violence? Savas - A sector within our territory has fallen to an insurrection, our fleet forces have also disappeared! Tanaris - There have been no reports of violence, so we cannot meet them with such. Savas - Insurrectionist! Tyraz - Enough! Tanaris is right, if it is not a violent incursion then we cannot fight just yet. We must find out their motif first--

At that moment, Savas turned and sent his leg straight towards Tyraz's head. Tyraz, however, raised his arm and grabbed ahold of his foot, and swung Savas towards the other side of the room. Savas propelled himself against a wall and slammed his fist into the ground.

Savas - Tyraz! You are blind to a threat! Tyraz - I am blind to no threat! Savas - A Zazane would gladly rush into battle against-- Tyraz - Savas, enough! I want to settle this without violence! Savas - This would be unwise! Tyraz - For what reasons? Savas - You will gain the dislike of the Zazane people! Tyraz - I think I have gained enough dislike through our violent ways, from both Zazane and aliens! Savas - Aliens...You care about xenoforms so much as to influence your behaviour?

Tyraz stood silent and then sat back down on his throne. He let out a sigh and then stared to Savas.

Tyraz - These aliens helped save Andromeda, our ho-- Savas - This galaxy is not our home! Vollix was my home! Tyraz - Well Vollix is gone, Savas! We must find new homes! Savas - This will never be home!

At that point, Savas stood and he grunted, looking to Tanaris and then back at Tyraz, with a frustrated look upon his face.

Savas - If you wish to settle this without conflict, count me out of this. I had the same view on the Kordalian Connection, and they betrayed us. Tyraz - The Kordalu cared only for themselves, Savas. Savas - It was still destined to happen, and you ignored the warnings. I would've destroyed them at first sight as soon as I knew their intentions! Tyraz - But you are not emperor!

Savas growled and he turned around, gripping his blade tightly. Tanaris raised his gun towards Savas, who promptly responded by knocking the gun away. Tyraz watched silently while they all began to calm down.

Savas - Good luck trying to prevent rebellion. Tyraz - It is a simple political misunderstanding. Savas - Somebody wants you dead, Tyraz. Tyraz - Everybody wants me dead.

With an aggravated snarl, Savas left the throne room. Tanaris turned to Tyraz with a look of concern on his face, and approached him.

Tanaris - Lord Tyraz, he is not fit to take a seat as a member of the Council. Tyraz - Savas works hard to protect our race and keep it pure. Tanaris - He is an old patriot. Tyraz - Nonetheless, he is an inspiration to many Zazane, more so than I am. If I was not born, Savas would've been the one to have succeeded Moxix upon his death. Tanaris - But Savas could never had performed the many feats you did with your powe-- Tyraz - It is NOT a gift, Tanaris. It is a power bestowed upon me by a cursed god. Tanaris - You speak against the Old God? Tyraz - I have talked personally with him, I am not in his favour, nor is he in mine. Tanaris - My lord, with all due respe-- Tyraz - Tanaris, I need some time alone. Make sure Savas doesn't wreck anything. Tanaris - Yes, my lord.

Tanaris slowly turned and walked away, his look of concern slowly fading for a look of frustration. Tyraz sighed and leaned his head back. He felt frustrated himself, and annnoyed, though was in a mood of bizarre anger, not with the others but with himself. Perhaps Savas would be a better leader? No, he was too brash, and not so powerful as to defeat those who Tyraz have fought. Savas was a great motivator, but he wasn't fit for the throne in these hard times.

Jaggar
Crispy observed a screen while sitting on his throne. On the screen, it showed the entirety of Brood territory, while showing one sector near the eastern edge of the Brood's territory outlined in gold, showing this was under the influence and control of the Golden Movement. Crispy smiled as his fleet of golden, modified Brood ships approached a rather industrial-looking planet, probably a big supplier to the local legions of Battleguard. The planet was known as Jaggar, and was home to a rather aggressive population of Zazane.

Crispy - If Jaggar joins the Golden Movement, then we shall have an advantage of weaponry and technology on our side, and the Battleguard in the local area will probably have no choice but to join our movement if they value their resources. Helmsman - And what if they're not willing to join? Crispy - Then we shall not hurt them. Despite our power, we are still currently only a small force here.

Crispy's ship approached Jaggar, followed by his fleet. Suddenly, there was an incoming transmission from Jaggar. Crispy launched his communication screen and answered the transmission. On the other end was a brownish-black Zazane with thick, metal rods piercing through his crest, probably as a decorative sign of culture, or maybe from an accident.

Crispy - This is Commander Crispy of the Golden Movement. Zazane - I am Harakulk Giordaki, supreme authority of Jaggar, and ruler of the Jaggari Zazane! State your business, scum! Crispy - Now, there is no need for such harsh words. I offer a treat of peace and protection. Harakulk - Protection? Jaggar is protected enough! We are home to some of the finest Battleguard soldiers! Crispy - Is that so? What if I said that the Golden Movement can offer your planet more fame and wealth than before? Harakulk - I would say screw off, that is obvious Shyrak! Crispy - But you see, it isn't. The planets in the sector close by have all seen an increased quality of life and developement, all through joining our movement. Technology is becoming more advanced and our armies are more than well-equipped thanks to this joint movement! Harakulk - Jaggar needs no increase in quality! Crispy - But the Movement requires your assistance, and we can pay better than what the Brood offers. Harakulk - If this is true, prove it to me! I challenge a single squad of your soldiers to shoot down and kill a squad of Jaggari Zazane!

Crispy sat silently and sighed, looking down.

Crispy - <>

Harakulk smirked as he observed Crispy's expression. Crispy slowly lifted his head to the communication screen, and he looked to Harakulk with a blank expression.

Harakulk - Do you accept my challenge, scum? Crispy - ...Yes. I accept your challenge. It is a shame I must resort to such violent means to gain your respect. Harakulk - As is the way of Zazane! The strongest always survives! Crispy - Indeed it does...

Several hours later, a large, dust-filled training ground was prepared for Crispy's squad. The squad consisted of five seemingly normal Zazane, and the only cover on the field was large rocks, sprouting from the sand. The squad of Zazane wore minimal armour, though they carried Morph Rifles and modified pistols. A squad of Jaggari Zazane were already prepared for them, equipped with giant, thick blades and Morph Rifles of their own design. They were somewhat moderately armoured, and Harakulk watched from a throne made of hard stone.

Harakulk - This shall be at least somewhat entertaining! Crispy - For such an industrial planet...you have such a primitive culture... Harakulk - You dare insult the ways of Jaggar?! Crispy - No, I am stating the facts. It is time we moved on from our violent past. Harakulk - There is nothing wrong with violence! Crispy - No...there is everything wrong...

The Jaggari squad fired upon Crispy's soldiers, who took cover behind the large rocks. Harakulk laughed and pointed.

Harakulk - Haha! Cowards! Your army is nothing but cowards! Crispy - No, they are experts at tactics. They would rather use their time living for thinking rather than fighting.

Crispy's squad spent at least a minute in cover, while they analyzed the situation. At the slightest chance, one of the squad member shot the crest off one of the Jaggari Zazane from behind cover, killing them almost instantly. The other Jaggari were somewhat surprised, and ran to get up close while firing. One squad member emerged from cover, holding a pistol, and fired at two of the Jaggari, blowing off their armour and flooring them, making them bleed from their chests. The remaining two Jaggari leaped over the cover and striked at the squad with their thick swords, however one squad member grabbed the blade and shot point-blank through the Jaggari's neck. The other Jaggari swung his sword round, hoping to slice a member of Crispy's squad, but was met with gunfire from the enemy. Harakulk raised from his seat in disbelief.

Harakulk - What?! Crispy - As I said, my soldiers are given the best training, and then the best equipment. Harakulk - Hmph...as is the way of Zazane, you have beaten my challenge. Crispy - How you can so easily give their lives away and state it as a challenge disgusts me. Harakulk - Whatever, you have the assistance of Jaggari. Crispy - Good. What are your views of Tyraz? Harakulk - Weak and pathetic! He sacrificed his potential for a seal with the Old God! Crispy - Well, you shall live happily in the knowledge that the Golden Movement is against Tyraz. Harakulk - Heh, I assist your incursion mainly because I see you as a strong individual, at least stronger than Tyraz. You are smart as well, I may be past my time. I have spent 250 years alive, with a majority of it consisting of violence. Perhaps it is time I settle down and let you take the lead. Crispy - It means a lot, old one.

Crispy and his men beamed back up to his capital ship, the Orochi, and several ships began to take residence within the planet's orbit, in order to start the improvement of Jaggar and convert it to Crispy's standards. Meanwhile, the Orochi and a majority of the other ships left Jaggar, to move on to seperate systems. Crispy sighed as he stroked his crest.

Crispy - The primitive ways of Zazane disappoint me. We are in a new age! An age where Zazane shall be great again, yet Tyraz holds all of our race back through his failed attempts. He can't even control himself!

Crispy slammed the arm of his throne, and then started to calm down again.

Crispy - Where are we headed next? Navigator - We are headed for Sutupau. Crispy - Sutupau...isn't that a military-based planet? Navigator - It is indeed home to many billions of Battleguard. Crispy - We could use this. Navigator - Indeed.