Fiction:Great Mirusian Conflicts

"The Mirus Galaxy is riddled with hatred and conflict. We have made sure of it. Now, let this galaxy...let this universe long last drown in blood! FOR WAR ETERNAL!"

- Imperator Caligusts

"Enemies surround, seek to destroy, we move to defend. May glory and bloodshed guide our path, unto victory!"

- Barda Clett

"There is no peace. There is no freedom. There is no truth."

- Unknown

"Radaec sa cartoa nossa, dro nos Valishar Brygon sa taldra. Dara, noss oth nid faile tis."

- Lord Kyaan Desaa

Kradik's Plan
coming soon!

Zarbania Eternalis
Gridlock sat on his throne, the twisted black metal throne that further enhanced his already impressive grandeur. He was dressed in Imperial armor, bedecked with his metals, and his head covered in a traditional Grenadier helm. His flesh was sickly and gaunt, spread thinly across his bones, and pock-marked with purple veins and lines across his body. His glistening red eyes showed little emotion as he hummed a Zarbanian marching tune. He had dealt with one of his Rivals in a clever way, and was about to deal with o'so many more.

The hall he sat in was quite gothic, with large, marble and titanium pillars, decorated with red tapestries. The marble tile leading to his throne was decorated in a blood-red carpet, and, standing in the shadows where his elite guards, the Sombra Corpus Guardsmen. Now, he was gathering every captain, admiral, and war marshal, and any other high ranking members of High Command to begin the planning for not just the homefront of their war, but the entire First Gigaquadrant.

Kradik, his close comrade, appeared on hologram form, his large, reptilian face and 3 crimson red eyes glaring back at the twisted purple and black dragon


 * Kradik - Gridlock, the Marshals and warriors will be arriving shortly. I just want to make sure I get this straight in my mind. You want to not only approve a war going to the Galactic Empire's neck of the woods, but also fund fronts across the home-territories and Plazith Rim. And don't even get me started Galorian's insane plan.
 * Gridlock - *Sneers* Ahh, but Comrade Kradik, this is what we need. Exactly what we need. We've always been playing second fiddle to the Hyper-powers of the galaxy. Recognized by few, and hated by most we have contact with. But, with this, it will give people a new reason to fear Zarbania and her legions. We can finally claim our place in the Gigaquadrants.
 * Kradik - An appropriate idea for our empire, but be aware, we're going to be stepping on a lot of toes here. And whose owners can step on ours harder. Much harder. Just don't get caught up in delusions of grandeur.
 * Gridlock - There are no delusions.

Kradik snorted as the highest ranking military staff of Zarbania arrived, dressed in full battle uniform. Male, female, Duetzalanian, Scimat'akar, Ci-hunter, all where present. This was a type of meeting that happened very few times, but in times of great change for Zarbania. Change in their position of power.


 * Gridlock - Alright, I have called you all here for a reason. We are about to enter in a war with some of the greatest powers in the universe, and I want to make clear on a few things. If any of you doubt our abilities to wage war, or our ability to win, you may leave now, and no one shall hold it against you.

When no general stirred, he continued.


 * Gridlock - Very good, your loyalty shall be rewarded greatly, for we are about to enter on the big stage. We began as a Kingdom, evolved into a Confederacy, turned into alliance, and became a Power, and with our determination, I believe, we can become an Imperium.

One of the generals,, snorted in laughter.


 * Makatus - Are you refereeing to the fabled Zarbanian Imperium, sir, because that is an absolutely ridiculous idea.

Lord Ztac, warlord of the Scimat'akar stood, armor and weapons clanking noisily.


 * - Not really. If a New Zarbanian Imperium where to arise, it could reap great rewards. If joined by our brothers in the Imperium of War, we could challenge the Unified alliance of Enlightenment on equal grounds.
 * - We merely must maintain our position and not over-extend ourselves.
 * Kradik - What about my home galaxy. I don't like all these empires and crap stomping around. The Bygorians could get the wrong end of the war.
 * Bisarko - Just don't go picking a fight with everyone. Those empires at your home-turf don't mess around.
 * Kradik - I know that.

Gridlock clapped his claws, calling everyone's attention back.


 * Gridlock - I need to know if we can accomplish this. How is our productive abilities?

, leader of the Grux, stood up. Clearing his throat, he spoke.


 * Galorian - We where operating at peak efficiency, but we've found that we are producing 13% more materials for the war, and the numbers are growing.
 * Gridlock - Excellent. Fleet and troops numbers?

This time, Czarinrak, Headmaster of the Zarbanian Navies, stood.


 * - Our troops and fleets number enough to conquer some of the involved galaxies, and then some. Our cloning pods are stocked with fresh material to use.
 * Gridlock - Good. What of our allies.
 * Bisarko - *Grunting* The Imperium is operating at 100%, and they have the Shadow Hunters involved in something big. Something to tear the galaxy apart.
 * Gridlock - Calgustus and his silly-little plans. He thinks he's playing all sides, when I have him in my palm.

Gridlock chuckled, before returning to his comrades.


 * Gridlock - Remembers, if any of you are captured, you forfeit all rights to command a ship, fleet, or army until you are freed, through whatever means. If I, or any High Lord or Domain Lord, are captured, we are no longer in charge.

All generals nodded grimly, as Gridlock took a single step forwards.


 * Gridlock - Remember our creed. Order and glory to the galaxy. Zarbania Eternalis!

They returned his salutations, and began marching out. The Zarbania Powers where ready to take the universe by storm.

Two Children of Shadow
Zontross stomped forward, his massive frame not dressed in his usuall skull-decorated armor, but in a leather jacket adorned with chainmail mesh. At his side, hung 2 sheathed two-handed broadswords. The Ugandalorian's bloodshot eyes scaned the area he was in. What was once a vibrate Zarbanian colony was now dominated by blue crystals, and brimming with unnatural energy. Any other being would've died, mutated, or had some other horrible fate, but Zontross was unaffected by it. However, the miasma of despair that hung in the air bothered even him, a being who had carved his way through anything that got in his way, man, woman or child. He had sent by Gridlock on an important mission here, to find a being who was like Barda Clett, yet nothing like him at the same time.


 * Zontross - *Grumbling* What a stupid sentiment.
 * ??? - What is?

Zontross pulled out his assualt rifle and glared at where the voice had come from. Even his piercing red eyes could not see through the thick haze enveloping around him. It seemed to wrap around his ankles, trying to keep him in place. Zontross snarled to himself. He was dealing with some sort of trick. That voice sounded too much like his old rival, Barda.


 * Zontross - Show yourself.
 * ??? - Why?
 * Zontross - *Growling* I just want to talk.
 * ??? - With a gun?

Zontross was about to put away his gun, when a blackish claw extended from the mist a few yards in front of him. A bolt of energy flew out and hit the gun, causing it to explode. Zontross dropped the flamming debris, and reached for one of his swords.


 * ??? - Stay your blade before you lose the hand that holds it...

The being stepped out from the shadows, and Zontross, a being that had seen and done many grizzly things in his life, felt a shiver go through his spine. The being was the same height and build as Barda Clett, but was covered in a chitorious shell, and had blue crystals sprouting from his shoulders and spine, and a shard where his heart would've been. The vizor on his face glowed a ghostly blue.


 * Zontross - What are you, creature?
 * Dark Hunter - I am Dark Hunter, lord of crystal.
 * Zontross - I believe my commander sent me to ask for your assistance.
 * Dark - Speak, and let nothing but truth and intelligence flow forth.

Zontross cleared his throught and shifted his wieght before speaking.


 * Zontross - My commander, Grid, understands that we share an enemy. If, say you defeated him, his forces will stop attacking you.
 * Dark Hunter - Grid, as in, Gridlock, the brute in command of the Zarbania Powers? And our enemy being Barda Clett?
 * Zontross - Yes.
 * Dark Hunter - Fine, tell me of your plan.
 * Zontross - It is simple. Barda's mind is telepathically protected, which is why you can't find him. I will lure him to an out-of-the-way planet, and you can follow me there as well. Kill him, and the Ugandalorians are yours, as long as you stop attacking Zarbanian territory.
 * Dark Hunter - Don't you, not want the title of Ugandalore for yourself?
 * Zontross - Yes but... Gridlock "convinced" me otherwise.

Zontross snarled slightly as he remebered Gridlock's favorite way of convincing people, ramming his claws into his rivals' body.


 * Dark Hunter - I will agree to your terms. Now depart.

Dark Hunter disappeared as suddenly as he had come, and Zontross made his way back to his fighter. He was as eager to collect his payement as he was to get away from that planet as soon as possible.

Disappearance of a King
It had been a yaer already since King Brygon left Ascon and had put the fate of the empire in the hands of his friend ad advisor, Kyaan Desaa. Brygon left abruptly, telling Kyaan that he needed to "find something" or "someone". Kyaan knew that this was Brygon's destiny, as Volver have a belief system based off of fate. Kyaan, being a very experienced diplomat and politician, was able to keep the Volver Empire's ties with its allies and left the military to the famous Olympian Ahrat, Hyrarton Omegon.

It was early in the afternoon. Ascon is known for its occasional fog and mist, as it was slightly foggy outside. Kyaan sat in his office, looking out the window. He gave a big sigh and rested his head in his hands. Dr. Que had walk into the room moments before, seeing the frustration on Kyaan's face.


 * Dr. Que - Kyaan, is there something wrong?
 * Kyaan - Oh...doctor, I didn't see you come in. Yes, this past one year has been troubling me.
 * Dr. Que - I see. The young king leaving the empire for some destiny is simply unheard of.
 * Kyaan - Doctor, you speak foully of our customs and beliefs?
 * Dr. Que - I may be a Volver, but I am also a scientist. I have neither the time nor patience to believe such nonsense.
 * Kyaan - So be it. Just remember...you are a Volver first. That is what truly maters. But you are right, Brygon shouldn't have just left like he did.
 * Dr. Que - The boy is simply confused about his heritage. He'll be back I assure you.
 * Kyaan - Well Brygon really screwed me. He left, leaving me to take charge of this empire. We still haven't fully recovered from Ada's near domination of Tyris Major and the Milky Way. Not to mention that the people were not very trusting of me since I'm a Desaa.
 * Dr. Que - I could see why. Your brother and his heretic followers, the Crimsons Sons, were mainly from the Desaa Clan.
 * Kyaan - And then recently I've heard from Ugandalore the Untouchable that there is something...stirring up. I plan to look into it, but I shouldn't act until Brygon returns.
 * Dr. Que - Kyaan, we Volver are still able to help our allies. Considering we have plenty of technology that was given to us by Ada...probably the only generous thing he's done for us, we have the most advanced technology in the UAE, safe for the Multus Esse.
 * Kyaan - "We Volver"? I thought you didn't care for our code of honor, scientist.
 * Dr. Que - *chuckles* Well, I'm a Volver first, and that's what matters. I'll send word to Barda that we'll dig into it. Should I dispatch the Knights?
 * Kyaan - No. Dispatch the Stealth Ops and the basic troops. I need the Knights here just in case...I'm still looking into finding more of Reathe's loyalists.
 * Dr. Que - Alright then. Also...I've began working on our other weapon. It should fit fine onto our battle cruisers, giving us the upper hand on our enemies.
 * Kyaan - Alright. I'll tell Hyrarton to inform King Pulporious. He could possibly help us impro-
 * Dr. Que - No. Kyaan, don't.

Kyaan sat up in his reclining chair, puzzled by the doctor's outburst.


 * Kyaan - Why not? Pulporious is our ally.
 * Dr. Que - Kyaan...this weapon. It's not to be shared with the others. You weren't even supposed to know about it to begin with. Though Brygon blabbed to you about it. He wasn't supposed to know that much either.
 * Kyaan - Not even Brygon? On who's authority?! The king's word is law! Those are the laws of the Empire. Must I convict you of treason doctor!?
 * Dr. Que - This isn't treason. I was given orders by someone else before Brygon became king.
 * Kyaan - And who might that be?
 * Dr. Que - Queen Laura and King Glynn. We began working on this since the end of the War of Tyris Major. Wen the time comes...you'll see what it can do.
 * Kyaan - I should convict you...but I suppose by law...you are following the king's orders. Send word to Barda, I'll leave this between us.
 * Dr. Que - Alright then, I'll contact then without delay.

Dr. Que left the office, nodding to two scientists outside of the door. They bow to him and walk beside him into the communications room. Kyaan rubbed his forehead with the expression of stress on his face. He then closed his office doors using a remote, and reclined in his chair.

Splinter
Jicor and Zuki crouched down peering out from behind a rorcky, organic pillar on the Worldship Behemoth. A flashing lights display lite up his communicator.


 * Sniper - They're heading your way, sir.
 * Jicor - Good, anything else?
 * Sniper - They appear to have some sort of neural implant with them, it's huge!

Zuki looked at her father with concern.


 * Zuki - Neural implants are outlawed!
 * Jicor - I know, and if he's correct on the size of that thing then there can only be one destination...
 * Zuki - The blood brain barrier.
 * Jicor - Right and that means they must be trying to seize control of Behemoth.
 * Zuki - But Behemoth's got more then enough will power to resist any neural implant.
 * Jicor - I know and that's whats got me concerned.
 * Zuki - They're coming.
 * Jicor - Right, Ice Blades and Soul Reapers ATTACK!

Krad smiled. So far this plan of his was working out perfectly, while the eunuchs carried out the false attempt to capture Behemoth, he and every one of importance made their way to the secret base of their new order. While they were transversing the complex maze of structures, one of his loyal soldiers spoke to him.


 * Soilder - My Supreme once, we escape, what will we do?
 * Krad - We will search for allies amongst the enemies of our former empire.
 * Soilder - Ally with other races sir?
 * Krad - Not all infidels are inferior, some are quite superior, and besides, we need resources.
 * Soilder - But what of our former empires' allies? Won't they alert them of us?
 * Krad - Don't worry about that. I have a plan.
 * Soilder - What is it, sir?
 * Krad - We will attack an outpost of one of our former empires' allies, but make sure to let some escape, they will report that they were attacked by Vanara ships and the Empire will be to busy trying to explain that, giving us the time we need
 * Soilder - Yes sir.

Eventully they made their way to were their fleet was waiting.


 * Krad - Board your ships, blow the membrane, and set a course for the Mirus Galaxy boys!

Empress Besta paced around her chambers looking grim before a chirping sound came from her door.


 * Besta - Come in.

The Commander of the Mothers Wounds legion Krel entered as the fleshy membrane parted. The two friends greeted each other in the typical Vanara fashion, with the two touching noses, before Besta pressed her fore head to Krel's showing her dominance, and Krel rubbed her cheek against Besta's acknowledging her Empresses dominance.
 * Krel - You called me Besta-Vir.
 * Besta - Ah yes Krel-Vi, we have a problem.
 * Krel - I heard, while the attempt to take over Behemoth was just a distraction for an escape from an undiscovered section of the worldship.
 * Besta - Got it in one.
 * Krel - How bad is it?
 * Besta - They escaped with couple dozen ships, troops, phantons, and seven DaiKaiju.
 * Krel - *Whistles* That's bad.
 * Besta - Yes, that's why I need you to take your legion as well as the Fallen Stars and Black Rose legion on the Leviathan and go in pursuit.
 * Krel - Where are they heading?
 * Besta - The Mirus galaxy.
 * Krel - Well then there's no sense in wasting time I better get prepared.
 * Besta - Ava speed to you Krel-Vi
 * Krel - And to you too Empress.

Division
The Ugandal space station Anchor was one of the more important holdings of the Ugandalorian Crusaders and their extensive empire. Bordering Zarbanian-home colony space, the station monitored important communications, while remaining unseen. The Zarbanians never where able to figure out where it was hidden, and as such, only a small fleet task force was needed, under the command of Spikron captain, Kortz Matis, and named the 3rd Fleet of Timut.


 * Officer - Captain, sir, we have a large Vanara fleet incoming.
 * Kortz - Hmm? How so, we have not received word of any fleets in this sector.
 * Officer - I don't know sir, but their large, and are making no attempt to contact us.
 * Kortz - Strange. Call the fleet to remain on stand by.

His force, lead by the mighty Olympus-class Frigate, Sweet Vengeance, readied themselves. Then, from the edge of the system, the Vanara fleet arrived, just out of weapons range. Captain Kortz contacted the leading ship, a Veris-class juggernaut.


 * Kortz - Vanara, what is your purpose in being here, please respond, over.

There was silence for a long time, before a Vanara finally spoke to them.


 * Vanara - Your inferiority can no longer be tolerated. Submit to your damnation or suffer.
 * Kortz - I think you may want to stand down. If you are thinking you can betray the alliance, you will not survive.
 * Vanara - Bravery born of ignorance to our grandeur will not save you. Prepare for the end.

The ships closed contact, as the Vanara fleet moved forward.


 * Kortz - Alert the alliance! We must warn them of Vanara betrayal!

The 3rd Fleet of Timut readied their weapons, as Vanara ships zoomed forward. The alliance was active at once, firing plasma and missile rounds at targets, hitting the enemy's ships with lethal precision. However, the Vanara rebels where deterred, and merely duked it out with the alliance, being evenly matched.

Kortz analyzed the battle, and knew something was off. The Vanara usually utilized hit-and-run tactics, and should have retreated by now. Yet they did not. He was about to order boarding parties to attack the main ships, when a second Vanara fleet arrived, much smaller, but at the 3rd fleet's right flank. With a blast of their hellish weapons, several of his Valhalla and Discord-class gunships where destroyed. He ordered his remaining ships to concentrate their fire on the lead ship, before a radioactive missile was launched at the station.

Kortz flinched, at first thinking the shell was meant for his ship, before seeing it burn straight into and detonate at Anchor. With the station damaged greatly, and his fleet now at their mercy, Kortz prepared for one last stand.


 * Vanara Kaizer - Let this be a warning. You will stand down inferior, when we return.

The ships suddenly left, disappearing as quickly as they had come. Kortz' mandibles clicked in rage.


 * Kortz - Get our fleet back together, give me a damage report, and then tell me where their fleet has gone off to. This insolence will end, here and now.

The Alliance's leaders, Kossi'valicar, Barda Clett, W'tze, and several other members had gathered to hear Kortz's report, in the glorious, but damaged city-planet Matrukoris. Many where stunned at first, but Loda'Gadem, leader of the Gardeili, was the first to speak.


 * Loda - If the Vanara wish to betray us, then I shall gather the Church's fleets and end this at once.
 * W'tze - Not so fast! We first need information. We should extract one of their leaders, and ask them the meaning behind this.
 * Barda - Agreed.

Kossi'valicar, leader of the Precursor Multus Esse, scratched his beaked chin, before speaking.


 * Kossi - I am beginning to wonder if this really was the Vanara we know. While they always have been a little...challenging to be allies with, I can't imagine why they would suddenly betray us.
 * W'zte - That's why we should send in an Ultra Commando unit to extract them, quickly and without incidence. I fear some may hold stigma towards the Vanara now.
 * Barda - Correct. I fear the Clans may call for Crusade, and once that begins, there is little stopping it.

All leaders nodded. They had seen the Ugandals during the Great Tyranny War, and did not want to see such action again, especially against a former ally.


 * Kossi - I will call the Olda Team forward. They should be able to handle this. And I do know 2 Vanara are here, on Matrukoris, right now.

After the infamous war, 2 members of the strike force called the  had stayed behind, hidden in Matrukoris to overcome the horrors they had encountered together. The 2, Akranri and Seerkarr, where quite in love with each other, and thought they had some temporary respite. However, they had misjudged one of the Alliance's most elite forces; the Ultra Commandos.

When six Black Ops troopers, in their bright, brazen colors begin approaching a building, inhabitants know something serious is going down, and often find somewhere to hide. Today, the six where walking towards an old hotel building, which looked like it could barely stand.

The leader, Arkaalin, marched up to the door, and knocked. The owner, a short, skinny Voracha, opened the door.


 * Voracha - Ahh! What you want?
 * Arkaalin - Secret.
 * Voracha - So you not hare to give back my baby Scrawn?
 * Arkaalin - *Raises an eyebrow* Your what?
 * Voracha - Me once part on infiltration during Return of THEM war. Me sees Scrawn egg, and me like it, so me take it. Me brought it to Matrukoris, but Alliance police no like! *Wails* They took Scrawn baby away...
 * Arkaalin - *Shakes his head* Anyways, we're here for a mission conserning two of the holtel's inhabitants. So please be so kind to step aside.

The Voracha grunted, and moved out of the way, as the six marched in.

One of them, a Green Alpha Marinox named Corhufu, spoke in their usual slithering tongue.


 * Corhufu - Doesn't this seem odd? Extracting our friends like their high-risk targets?
 * Galiet - The Vanara attacked an Alliance outpost, this is the only way. Unless you wanna send someone else, who may kill them as soon as they capture them.
 * Corhufu - A fair point.

Galiet, a bird-like being called a Mucka, usually was the voice of reason in the team, though Corhufu hated to admit it when she was right. They marched toward the room where the Skordi told them they where hiding out, and the brown Trugg, Trogov, and the black and grey Cradosan, Pervartos, took positions to it's sides, rifles readied. Arkaalin, sheathing his sword, stepped forward.


 * Arkaalin - Seerkarr! Akranri! This is the Olda Ultra Commandos, your old pals. The Alliance's Head Council has "requested" your presence over a political matter. Come with us peacefully, or else...

There was a hustle from behind the door, and finally, Akranri, in her characteristic bellicose manner, shouted back.


 * Akranri - Peacefully?! What's the meaning of this?
 * Arkaalin - You don't know? Your empire attacked a Ugandal outpost. Last I checked, that's an act of war.

There was silence as the 2 talked.


 * Seerkarr - We will come with you peacefully. We need answers too.
 * Arkaalin - A fine choice.

Tilaos, a white and silver Spikron, extended his left telescopic eye lens, and pierced the barrier of the door, to see beyond it. He could see the extreme heat signatures left by the Vanara, and their residence, but could see no weapons. He nodded silently to Arkaalin, who grunted back.

The 2 stepped out, as the Team took positions around them.


 * Arkaalin - This is for your protection. Some here on Matrukoris do not take kindly to whatever happened at Anchor.

They covertly left, taking secret transport to the Cornucopia, central palace of the city.

Barda, W'tze, the human warrior known as, and Kossi, stood in the palace's main corridor. The palace was decorated with fine art and statues, and was held by golden arches with mysterious, circular writing carved in. The pictures showed various battles of the Multus Esse, and now, their creations as well. The Royal Guard of the various leaders, from the Bio-Justicars of the Waptoria, The Sanctuary Guard of the Mirusian Church, to the Disciples of the Multus Esse, and finally, the feared warriors of the Ugandalorians, the Chosen Blood-bearers, stood at attention, watching the entrance intently.

Finally, the six Ultra commandos came in, with their two captives.


 * Arkaalin - Lord Ugandalore, we have succeeded in our task. Anything else, sir?

Barda shifted slightly, uncomfortable with being called Lord. Even after all these years of bearing the "Blood Crown", he was still not used to it.


 * Barda - That is all, you may depart.
 * Arkaalin - As you wish.

Barda waited for them to leave, and turned to the 2 vanara.


 * Barda - I hope you don't mind my language, but what the hell is your empire on?
 * Phase - Yeah, that whole sneak attack was so un-bro-ly!
 * Akranri - We have no clue what your talking about. We haven't had contact with any other Vanara this whole time.
 * Phase - Oh but what contact you've had with each other...
 * W'tze - Phase! Enough! We just want to know, why would the empire do this? We know your race has...always been distant towards the rest of the alliance, safe for the Waptoria, but...Why this sudden switch in loyalties?
 * Seerkarr - The only thing I can think of is a rebel movement. Such a movement could be dangerous, and there are reports of growing stigma towards you guys among a small percent of Vanara.
 * Kossi - We have sent Loda and Ajaar to your empress to gather her for questioning. Until this situation is resolved, we will have to ask you, and any high ranking Vanara to remain here, as much for our insurance as your safety.
 * Barda - If there are rebels, I will send Phase-Hunter to find any evidence of them.
 * Phase - *smiles insanely* Bring it! I'll take down any rebels in 10 seconds flat! I'll be burning through their skies! Those radioactive trolls won't know what hit them!

Barda snorted. While Phase was effective, and a loyal friend, he had a tendency to reference things Barda had not a clue about. Ponies, Queen, and what ever else caught the fancy of the rotted, cybernetic human warrior.


 * W'tze - Stay Celestia and Freddie Mercury until they are needed Phase. We still need more information before we unleash you.
 * Phase - Righty-o. Until then, I'll be busy watching cartoons of great substance and horse-y-ness. And listening to a rather flamboyant band. And doing some other...things.

The cyborg snapped his fingers, and disappeared in a flash of lightning. Barda shook his head and sighed.


 * Barda - What scares me is how this is him at his best, most sane moment.

Explanations
Akanri paced about the room bored out of her mind, colorful lights dancing across her skin flashing not so polite language. Seerkar, who was more then use to (and actually having become rather comfortable with) his mates fiery temper and sharp tongue, thought it best to give her space and sat down to take a nae. W'tze on the other hand was a little nervous, he knew how violent she was, and since he once muttered to himself he liked Reith mich more, their relationship was not really...confortable. Deciding he need some assurance she wasn't going to attack or anything he walked over to her mate. Seerkar heard his approach and cracked open an eye to look up at the ecologist raptor.


 * W'tze - Is she okay?
 * Seerkar - Her? Yeah. To be honest this is pretty calm considering the circumstances, just don't get within two meters of her.
 * W'tze - Two meters?
 * Seerkar - Akanri produces a psychokinetic field that has a distance of about two meters, other Vanara with same abilities have longer fields they don't have the raw power her's does, trust me I've seen it bring down sky scrapers when she's pissed.
 * W'tze - Like my wife when she's angry.

As he said this, a smile crept across W'tze's face.


 * W'tze - It's a rebel movement, isn't it? I know your kind, I can't think of anything else.
 * Seekar - Yeah. Its extremely out of character, Empress Besta values her allies and always stays true to her word, even if she did decide the Vanara shouldn't be part of the UAE she would have probably simply just resigned, we don't pick fights we can't win. The only way I think the entire Empire would do this is if Besta was dethroned and that would have required a major shift in the group minds loyalty which even out here I would have felt.
 * W'tze - Yeah. Take my advice and don't care about what Barda or Ajaar say. They're just like that, and * know better.

The two were silent for a moment, before W'tze continued talking.

W'tze - On the other hand, do you wish to see the battle data?
 * Seerkar - Sure.

The two got up and waked over to a holo projector, Seerkar watch the grainy images with interest. After it was over he sat back and signed.


 * Seerkar - Yep, its as I feared.
 * W'tze - Rebels?
 * Seerkar - Yeah, these neither belong to any Drove or to the typical cut of Vanara ships as a whole.
 * W'tze - Okay, go on.
 * Seerkar - Vanara ship are divided into droves and each drove has its own particular feature, like for example the Hell's Angels drove have feathers, these ships don't have any of the drove's markings. Also they're more synthetic than organic, they're more bulky, have spines and what-not missing, and they are in this weird grey color. Heck, these guys don't even fight like Vanara.
 * W'tze - That's pretty compelling evidence.

Suddenly sirens started blaring and voice came on the PA system stating that the Vanara Worldship Leviathan had just dropped out of a hypersapce relay in orbit around Matrukoris. Seerkar and W'tze looked at each other, before Akanri did cut them off.


 * Akanri - Come on you guys.

She ran out the door leaving Seerkar and W'tze little choice but to follow. As they ran outside they looked up, even though the Worldship was in orbit they could still see a faint outline of the Worldship it was that big.


 * W'tze - *Runs past a Bio-Justicar and shouts to it* Get a message to orbital defense! Tell them to hold their fire!

Seerkar walked over to his mate who had a pair of binoculars out, she wordlessly handed them over. Seerkar looked through them to see Jithra-class Frigate, zooming in he saw the glowing red eyes that marked it as part of the Bloody Tears drove and very particular one at that.


 * Seerkar - Is that Shikiryu?
 * Akanri - Yep.
 * Seerkar - Which means...
 * Akanri - Krels-Gene is here.

Shikiryu zeroed in on them landing hard on the ground. As it did, a section of its chest opened up and a brown furred and orange eyed first stage she Vanara stepped out.


 * Akanri - Krel-Gene!
 * Krel - Akanri-Ge!

Aunt and nephew ran over and embraced each other. Seerkar waked over to shake her hand before she let go of Akanri and trapped him in a bear hug.


 * Krel - And hello to you to Seerkar-Ge.
 * Seerkar - Hello to you too... Wait! How did you know?
 * Krel - Well now I think both you ought to know that a mated Vanara male and female produce a very perticular smell when mated and frankly I've known that you have had eyes for each other for a very long time.
 * W'tze - Ehh...I hate to break up this family reunion but we have a problem with an apparent rebel group.
 * Krel - Ah yes, well that's pretty much why I'm here, you see a rebel group escaped from the Worldship Behemoth, we don't know much, what we do know is that they call themselves the Vanara Singularity, they have a very strict hierarchy, and they are led by a Kaiser Vanara named Krad.
 * W'tze - I'll gather the other then we'll wait until those we've sent out to investigate to return, before discussing this further.

The Covelatai-class battle crusier, Second Slavation, approached, surrounding by a large Greater Mirusian Church Fleet. Loda, adorned in his Commando armor, gold and detailed with green and blue lights, and adorned with a cape across his shoulders, with a symbol of Spode's eye across it. Beside him, was Ajaar'Magnos, in similar, but far less complicated bronze armor. The 2 Gardeili watched the behemoth ship closely as their fleet. A Gardeili officer spoke, breaking the silence.


 * Officer - My Lords, should we estaplish contact, lower communcations barrier?
 * Loda - Yes, and by Spode, I hope that a war does not break out.
 * Ajaar - I enjoy tearing heretic heads off, but against allies? I do not want a repeat of the Old War.

Loda nodded. He still bore the guilt and shame that came from attacking beings he would consider brothers, and slaughtering them based off lies. If this mistake could be corrected without war, Loda would see to it in anyway he could. Ajaar, despite his more blunt attitude, still felt the same. One could look into his deep purple eyes and see the shame he held for himself.

Empress Beasta was napping on a table in her room when she heard the message.


 * Vanara - Empress a large Greater Mirusian Church Fleet just entered our space their lowering communication barriers I think they want to talk.
 * Besta - *Rubbing the sleep from her eyes* Eh? Oh right, send a message and invite them in.
 * Vanara - Yes Empress

Besta got up and walked down the hall, she was getting on in years and was covered in battle scars. Her right hand had three fingers missing, the left side of her face had its lips torn away giving her a permanent snarl, her ears with full of chips missing, chunks a black fur missing, and her pink eyes clouding over with near blindness. She walk in the throne room and stared up at the twisting black and white pillar of cartilage and keratin that was her throne. Groaning as she climbed it, she really hated the queen bitch of the universe facade she put on while up there, but its what the job required, she could not be like her mother who had been so kind, considerate, and polite as to be a walk over. She had suspicions as to what this was about and hopped she was wrong.

The Communications screen showed Lord Loda'Gadem and his aide and lieuntant Ajaar'Magnos at his side. Loda glared back, arms crossed in front of his armored chest.


 * Loda - Empress Besta, I assume?
 * Besta - Yes, Lord Loda. What is this about?
 * Loda - We are here on behalf of the Alliance. A listening station has been attacked by a Vanara Space Fleet, and we are here to gather yourself and any high ranking leaders, for investigation and your own protection. I hope this is not a problem, madam.
 * Besta - *waves her hand slightly* No...no. We will do as you ask. I believe some of our agents may have the answers you search for.
 * Loda - Thank you, your highness. We where worried...
 * Ajaar - That some idiot would try and pull your head off.
 * Loda - Well, yes, to be less blunt, we worried for your existence. As is my word, these warriors will not attack you for the dishonorable strike rendered upon us until this situation is cleared.
 * Besta - Thank you. This means a lot.

Loda nodded in silence. He could sense she wanted to say more, but did not barouche the subject. He ran his claws across his armor and tapped the hilt of his energy blade.


 * Loda - I shall send transport shuttles. If my men behave in any negative fashion, I will deal with it.
 * Ajaar - *To the crew* You heard him! Anyone stupidity, and I'll be pulling heads off.
 * Loda - *Rolls his eyes* This is Loda'Gadem, out.

(Phase-Hunter investigates. Zakton and Okagg are making their own investigation, and run into Phase. After some second of madness, Okagg gets them both on work again)

(Evidence is presented and a plan of action is made)

Integration
The Àtzalèkotl-Lina-Ek emerged from the portal in front of an expectant crowd. You need not know his name, as this scenario takes place day after day, and everyone in the crowd had come here in the same way, if not a slight variation.

"So, which religion do you truly follow?" "Exilist or Aktheist?" "We don't have all day."

This was definitely not what he had hoped to arrive to. This was reminiscent of his old home empire, where he was subject to blind Exilist pride. But in fact, he followed the ways of his ancestors. His planet was his mother.

"I'm an Exilist."

He lied. He was afraid that he'd be subject to the intimidation and persecution of the truly converted Exilists. It was evident in the fact that most of the crowd's faces were of a serious, somewhat angry expression. But now, most of them appeared somewhat friendlier, while about less than a half of them seemed somewhat sorrowed by the answer.

"Come on, brother. We'll explain what happened to you."

While the worried ones flew off to their residences, the obviously Exilist group began to tour the newcomer across the colony, explaining that he had the Exiled One, the Exilist diety, had redirected them to this universe at this time whilst entering the portal that supposedly was connected to the inside of the Exiled One's subconsciousness, and that now, he was a citizen of the Waptoria Alliance Of Species, a group-minded empire of various species. Throughout the explanations, however, the newcomer felt that this empire was perfectly suited for those of his true faith. So, why would the two religions fight, he wondered?

He would soon realize that a bit later, upon being connected within the Waptorian group-mind, although with a bit of reluctance. The newcomer was amazed by what he felt afterwards, however: he could feel the thoughts of everyone around him, as if some stronger version of his species' infrared communications.

That night, he entered one of the Secondary Form 3 Exiled Flesh that made up the residential quarters of the Exilists. This place would be his new home from now on. The next day, the local authorities of the group had come to speak with him regarding something important.

"Okay, as you may know, every day, at around the time you got sacrificed, another one will come here, and we don't want you there. We have to make sure that they fully understand what's going on, and you don't quite know everything just yet." "But I do know! Remember? I've been connected into the group-mind!" "Listen, it's common for fights to happen over there between the two sides. You don't have enough combat expertise yet, so it's best for you to stay here." "*Sigh* Alright, I'll stay..."

But that's when he realized that this was his chance to reveal his true allegiance. If this was how the Aktheist side behaved to their new recruits, then there'd be reliable people to which he can "defect" to. So, when the Exilists left their residential quarters towards the portal, he sneaked off, heading in secret towards the Aktheists, and when he did get there, he was witness to a tribal, yet almost ghetto-like location - a vast contrast from the towering Exiled Flesh that had formed into houses in which he spent the night - but devoid of anyone. Had all of them left to the portal? Or were there few actual new recruits? Was it because of peer pressure, like his case, or are there truly few Aktheists? This would obviously bring up many queries in his mind, but for now, he'd just wait here, hoping not to get caught.

By the time the occupants of the area came back, the newcomer was no longer the newcomer. Yet again, an Exilist had emerged from the portal, so naturally, the reaction of seeing an Exilist on Aktheist ground would be taken the wrong way, but for some reason, they seemed to be fine with it. He had almost forgotten that his thoughts could also be sensed by the group-mind. He and a few others, apparently including the colony's Aktheist leader, had soon after begun to discuss matters in Rana-Zel-Zel-Ek, the tongue of their ancestors.

"Not exactly used to the hivemind yet, I see?" "Yeah, I was the one who came yesterday. I hope you don't tell the Exilists on me." "No, we won't. We just want to live." "Hey, what if he spied on our behalf?" "But what about the hivemind? It'll blow his cover!" "You seem to have forgotten that he can still block his thoughts from others. Must be because no one's done that in a while." "Well, you have a good point. What do you think?" "I think it's a great idea. I'll come and report if something comes up." "You'd better head back to the Exilists now. You don't want to get caught immediately." "Of course. Goodbye!"

With that, he took off to the Exilist quarters. On his way there, he thought to himself over and over again that he had been ambushed by Aktheists. He did so again, and again, and again, hoping that this would make the thought more authentic and believable.

Revelation
The newcomer from yesterday at last arrived at his residential Exiled Flesh, greeted by the presence of a displeased superior. No words were exchanged, just an exchange of thoughts, including the phony. When the conversation had finished, the spy assumed to be safe from the authorities, but the superior he had just mind-melded with caught wind of the truth, and went inside after the traitor.

"We don't accept spies here. Bring him to Valaztè."

In almost an instant, two Àtzalèkotl-Lina-Ek who were milling around just a few seconds ago took the responsibility of grabbing the spy's arms in their clutches, restraining him from any movement. After pushing him outside, they took to the sky, flying towards the direction of a Secondary Form 2 Exiled Flesh. This was obviously where the base for the entire Exilist faction across the Waptoria Alliance Of Species was located, as the planet from which the first of their species come here would obviously serve as their hub in this universe. He struggled to break free at first, but stopped when the two began to whip his chest with their club-like tails and the razor-sharp stinger-like blades at the tip.

When being forced into the building, he resumed his struggle, but to no avail, until he was forced into the leader's main room. There was a dark feel in the room, accompanied with light coming from a few biological lamps. The spy knew them to be Exiled Flesh in tertiary forms, and could hear their conversation with his infrared-receptive antennae.

"Uh-oh, here comes a traitor..." "What happened to this guy?" "Nevermind that! What about what'll they do to him!?" "I really hope he gets decapitated right on the spot. All that gushing blood looks like a fireworks display, and it's probably rich in nutrients for our host Flesh to drain!"

At the middle of the room, he saw two other Exiled Flesh in the forms of a desk and an office chair turned back facing him, with the distinctive eye that all Exiled Flesh forms bear staring right at him, then looking up at the lights and sending a final infrared signal.

"Guys, Valatzè's gonna address himself to his victim, so shut yourselves!"

The chair turned around, revealing a somewhat large Àtzalèkotl-Lina-Ek, the size of an overarching ruler in this species. Boldly, he spoke in a deep, terror-striking voice.

"So you're the traitorous spy?"

The spy did not respond. He was much too scared, but he had the courage to shake his head in a yes motion, albeit nervously.

"Well, well, well. Don't you know how useless you are?" "Y... Y-yes... Sir-" "No, not that way! You're useless to both sides!" "Wh-what do you mean? They could use informa-" "SHUT UP!!! They don't need you at all! You might be one of them and foolishly claim to be on the Exiled One's side, but they already know what we know. They don't care if people die, because that just makes it more real.  But you, you, my friend, are just what we need for the final provocation." "Okay, okay! Anything for my life! Just spare me!" "Wise choice. But first, you need to know that I am not Valatzè Theronum."

The fierce leader stood up, and began to morph into a different entity. Shortly after, the hapless spy was witness to an exceptional Changeling.

"I'm actually the High Commander Of Lust."

She began to approach the spy.

"All you have to do to live is just stab your Aktheist friends in the back. So, why not do that right now? You've only got one of 'em to kill..."

By the time she finished to speak, she was directly in front of him. She had put her thin, bony hand onto his chest and slowly moved it downwards, finishing the last sentence before removing it. The spy waited a bit, gulped and then answered.

"Y-yes..." "Good. Now, I'll let you leave, and don't come back 'till an Aktheist's dead." "Th... Thank you for letting me leave..."

The spy-turned-assassin proceeded to exit the building, and then set off for the Aktheist quarters to "report".

Discrimination
The assassin had reached the ghetto-like home of the Aktheists of this planet once again, but not on spy duty, unlike the opinions of others. Upon witnessing him, the hopefuls gathered worriedly to hear news of what would happen.

"What's going on?" "What'll they do to us?" "Will we live!?"

With a somewhat worried expression on his face, the former spy began to speak at a low tone.

"I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry..." "What are you talking about!?" "Before I do this, remember this... Don't trust your leader... No matter how good he might seem, don't trust him..." "Why'd you say that? He's a nice guy..." "JUST DON'T TRUST HIM!!!"

He sped off to the larger residence, which he correctly assumed to be that of the leader. Flying in right through the large glass door serving to access the balcony, he wasted no time in locating the Aktheist chieftain and suddenly striking though his abdomen with his tail blade. Feeling no mercy and only the rage of his kind - more so his faith and the legacy of his descendants - being under the control of bloodthirsty puppet masters, he flew out of the building, covered in blood.

He returned to his residence, hoping to be allowed inside again. The same superior who had noticed his true allegiance was waiting with a satisfied smile upon seeing the spy speckled with blood.

"I've heard of what happened with Valatzè, and I see that you accomplished the task." "Oh, I've done much more than that. Judging by the severity of my murder, they'll probably come in full force by tomorrow, so you'd better watch out." "Wow, you must've pissed 'em off real bad. You've redeemed ourself more than enough.  Come on in!"

And indeed did plans get made. The group on this planet made a call-to-arms to the rest of the Aktheists, who soon began leaving in droves to this planet in order to gang up on the Exilist legions, who in turn anticipated this wave based on the assassin's information and called forth their brothers. In the process, the Aktheists established a democracy in which each world's Aktheist population has a representative to replace their former leader and make things fair in the process, but the High Commander Of Lust didn't care to punish her "benevolent" assassin for killing her contact, as she knew that a titanic conflict was about to begin. And it was about to devastate the Waptoria Alliance Of Species.

During the course of the night, Aktheist forces stole large quantities of Exiled Flesh spores being produced for military surplus by the Exilists for tomorrow, evening the odds, but they still felt uneasy about if they'd stand a chance at all against their former oppressors and current sworn enemies. From the rising dawn did both sides heavily militarise themselves, hoping to utterly destroy the other in the day. Rather obviously, the Exilist front struck first, sending a small swarm, each carrying special acid grenades made from frozen Exiled Flesh sap, to which the Aktheists replied with a large invasion force. Both fronts charged at one another, and many a life was lost. The camps being at the far ends of the rest of the Waptorian settlement, lots of damage was done to the very colony itself, in addition to each other. The High Commander's plan was in full motion at last!

The assassin saw both sides crumble, including the Aktheists he truly supported. But right now, all he saw in the Exilist faction was corruption and lies. Quickly, he grabbed a branch from the nearby remains of a destroyed Waptorian tree-building, and lit it on fire using friction. He then charged in flight through battle, dodging the numerous weapons of the enemy, and going straight to the Secondary Form 2 Exiled Flesh at speeds reaching the physical limits of an Àtzalèkotl-Lina-Ek! And upon landing on a side of it, he put down the burning stick and left, watching as the Exiled Flesh burnt down to the ground, while each side blindly ignored the scene in their combat.

It was a victory for the Aktheists. Neither side must commit to the other, and neither side will attack the other. There is peace once again whilst the colony gets rebuilt and the High Commander Of Lust gets deported back to the Imperium Of War. A new king, Phavrek Tsokza, has seized the Exilist throne, but the Àtzalèkotl-Lina-Ek race is still under the minor infrared influence that the High Commander had put upon the species as Valatzè. This peace will not last forever...

Reformation
Strangely, on one day, a massive amount of Àtzalèkotl-Lina-Ek emerged from the portal at once, and at an unusual time. They were refugees of war, and lead by Kad-Niig-Zel-Ek, the king of their former domain.

"Something doesn't seem right. The Loop certainly must be darker and emptier than this!"

Unlike their home universe, where he was the one who single-mindedly manipulated every single one of his kin, some here were left untouched by his overpowering infrared influence, and he felt it. However, he was unaware of the source, but it was the group-mind that the sacrifices were all inducted within that kept them intact and not crippled. And then, one of his people, speaking from rationally-administered free will, spoke up.

"Maybe that vision of the Exiled One was right when we saw it within the portal. We must've been redirected into another universe!"

"Well, if that's so, I demand to have a word with the local authority. Our sacrifices no longer seem responsive to my will."

The group of newcomers, in fact, heard the familiar and barely audible flutter of the wings of their own race above them, and were greeted mere moments later by Àtzalèkotl-Lina-Ek from both sides that had taken notice, rushing to this massive amount of newcomers before the other side can gain their trust.

"Are any of you- Wait a minute..." "You!? Why did you have to convert us to Exilism against our will!?" "Don't expect your fellow Exilists to like you! You made it all seem like tolerance of Aktheism! How could you betray your own faith!?"

The king did not waste his time thinking to his fellows that this is only the doing of the mind-control of the locals, and in a way, that was true, although the newcomers didn't know. Without hesitation, they flew off in a large swarm of hundreds, and a few hours later, a fleet of Secondary Form 9 Exiled Flesh, apparently coming from spores brought here by these new arrivals and departures, was seen leaving the planet's orbit and last detected heading further down the arm.

All would seem to be still at peace right now, but in the following days, no one came out of the portal. The Àtzalèkotl-Lina-Ek began to worry and accuse one another of sabotaging the portal, and conflicts began to resurface. Few realized that their brethren were defeated, explaining the hostile masses that came on that day, but they were stopped with the retort that the sabotager did something so the portal would accept refugees from a distant future. All in all, civil war began anew, and better still than the High Commander Of Lust could've hoped for. What the new beginning of civil unrest was believed to be grew more and more distorted, until the only cause was none other than because of the opposition's religion. Something must be done at once if the Waptoria Alliance Of Species is to remain in one piece.

At the near-edge of the Golarius Arm, organic ships settled on a moderately prosperous planet, going by the name of Sarthver. The ships wasted no time in producing spores, from which the future buildings of a thriving city would form. With the inherently high fertility rate of one of the races that formed them, the population flustered from only about a thousand and a half to millions. As Kad-Niig-Zel-Ek watched his people rebuild their civilization, he conspired to himself.

"You oppress Aktheism, they say! You betray Exilism, they say! Well, perhaps they're right. I should restore my honor as a child of the Exiled One and show my true intentions.  I'll have to impose his word upon the stubborn few Aktheists left with force, whether they like it or not.  And the others... ? I'll have to be fair and control them, too."

Dark thoughts were beginning to stir within an initially mostly fair and mild-mannered king shifting towards the title of dictator. No longer would he tolerate even the slightest example of Aktheist culture. He was no longer Kad-Niig-Zel-Ek, he was now to be known as Kadnig Zelekè. The storm was rising. The Hive Of Mirus was beginning.

Deportation
Enough was enough. The members of the Council Of Life gathered at the capital to discuss this impending crisis. The two Àtzalèkotl-Lina-Ek delegates governing each faction of their species were here, along with Pvalan Tchazt, one of the few to have taken a purely neutral stance. The three of them would represent their race in this council, and along with a single delegate for the Exiled Flesh, ultimately decide what would happen of them. Once every member of the Council entered the room, W'tze started the meeting.

"The unusual civil unrest caused by the Àtzalèkotl-Lina-Ek and their internal conflicts has gone far enough. Whatever caused this has left a large scar on our empire, and we must find a way to make it stop, once and for all."

Ger-Nu-Zel-Ek, the Aktheist delegate, responded almost immediately.

"Before we go on with the lengthy and pointless negotiations, I need to make something perfectly clear. We have been born from our mother Ak, and we intended to obey her, and yet, we get dragged into 50 million long, hard years of bullshit! You hear that!? 50 million!!! Can't you just take us to a prosperous island where we don't have to worry about politics and war!? We've all had way more of our fair share of civilized life! ...There, I've said it.  I believe that I've made myself perfectly clear for all the Aktheists in the whole Alliance that we want to restore our tribal heritage and be left alone.  That way, we'll be happy, and the Exilists won't have to get rid of us, because we'll already be gone."

Everyone in the room was astounded by this desperate speech. They were all left in silence for a few moments before the Exiled Flesh delegate declared agreement, followed by W'tze.

"I just can't argue with that." "Well, Exilists, know that most species whithin the Waptoria have a tribal way of living and as such adhere to the Aktheists more than to the Exillists. As such, the populations of the Waptoria give you their support, and as such, I shall officially recognize your independence!"

Every delegate applauded the swift resolution of the problem, knowing that soon enough, peace would reign in the Waptoria Alliance Of Species once again. Later that evening, it was decided that the Aktheists would be sent to the Quadrant colonies of the Waptoria, where a genetic removal and modification procedure will be undergone to restore their original species as well as possible. However, there were at least five species before any first contact, but those species would re-evolve by natural evolutionary means when the Aktheists will eventually part their separate ways once at a suitable planet. All is well for the Waptoria Alliance Of Species again... For now.

Support arrives
It was a quiet evening on Ugandalore. The air was cool and crisp, as was common in autumn, and, as usual, the Ugandalorians where sending patrols out to make sure the planet and it's people where safe. The buildings where brown and dark red in color, very rustic in look and some looked even worse for wares. As usual, many had gathered at the local bar, Krymoraat, to recount tales of past battles and Clan tales. Dr. Que had arrived with some guards in his shuttle, accompanied by a few Volver Cruisers filled with some troops. Barda, clad in armor, walks out from the main hall of the UAE building. He notices the green and white design of the cruisers floating above the capital city. He knew they were Volver ships, as these colors once were the favorites of his lost friend. He smiled, having not sen one of these cruisers in over a year. A few minutes later, Barda and Dr. Que meet in the docking bay.


 * Barda - Ah, good Doctor! It has been a long while since we've seen each other.
 * Dr. Que - It has been a while yes. How is your family?
 * Barda - They are swell. I see you've brought some cruisers. What's the occasion.
 * Dr. Que - Kyaan heard about a conflict involving the UAE, so he sent me to inform you that you have our support.
 * Barda - Kyaan? Since when does he call the shots? He's just an advisor right?
 * Dr. Que - He was, but then Brygon disappeared.
 * Barda - What!? We must find him!
 * Dr. Que - That's the problem. He won't come back. I sent a few troops to capture him before, but he's managed to dispatch them each time, leaving them alive of course. I'm sure you don't want to fight him?
 * Barda - I don't have the time, our situation is quite complex at the moment. The Vanara are either launching a sneak attack against us, or we are dealing with a rebel faction. Then there's this trouble with the Tech-Nation Globlings and the near-civil war with between the Exilist and Aktheist Àtzalèkotl-Lina-Ek, with has divided many of not oly the Waptorian species, but also the rest of the the UAE's member states into choosing sides with one religion or another. Yes, I certainly fear what the coming battles may bring to our doorstep...
 * Dr. Que - Wow, I'll need to relay this back to Kyaan...it was nice seeing you Barda, I'll leave these troops under your command.


 * Barda - Alright. Thanks.

Red Dawn
There were many soldiers aboard the Volver Cruisers. Barda entered the hangar and inspected the troops walking up and down the platoons. Many of them were awestruck by the sight of the legendary Barda Clett. A few Volver in a squad turned to each other once he had finished his inspections.


 * Volver 1 - Wow, that was Barda Clett? He seems like quite the badass.
 * Volver 2 - Yeah, a good number of the UAE's important guys are. Have you heard of that Oskel guy?
 * Volver 1 - Yup, I hear he's pretty good too. Not to mention that one big guy. He absolutely destroyed the Crimson Sons back during the Second Ascon Civil War. He was a Lavatuft I think.
 * Volver 3 - That's Lavern. I'd hate to fight that guy. I'd hate to fight any of these guys.
 * Volver 1 - I know. Hey, Barda is still within range.
 * Volver 3 - Don't think about it. He'd cream us.
 * Volver 1 - But there's literally 50 of us and one of him.
 * Volver 2 - Dude, Old King Glynn killed more than twenty thousand soldiers during his last two wars. I hear Barda and him were always matched.
 * Volver 1 - No way....seriously?
 * Volver 3 - Besides... Te boss doesn't want us to cause a scene now anyways...Dr. Que is still on the planet and we are surrounded by our foolish brethren.
 * Volver 2 - They have failed to see the dark light of the abyss...but we will show them in due time.

The three nod to each other and get back to their positions as Dr. Que walked by. They gave their salutes like normal, and carefully watched the doctor enter his shuttle. The shuttle takes off and heads back to the Milky Way to Ascon. Barda dismisses the troops, scattering the plotting Volver. Even with the Olympians and Vahallans standing on-guard for trouble, the Unified Alliance of Enlightenment would not be prepared for the storm to come.

Guild of Traitors
Days after the delivery of troops to Ugandalore, Kyaan began working with the Volver Knights to find any remaining Crimson Sons. The fog in the main city was light that morning. Kyaan and his knights walked through the streets of Gartoomia. The city was grand, being built after the War of Tyris Major. The buildings had a futuristic yet middle-ages design, as the Volver praise knighthood and their monarchy. Few Volver and other races were roaming the streets as Kyaan and his knights walked clad in battle armor.


 * Kyaan- Captain, are you sure this is the area?


 * Captain - Yes sir. I've heard reports of Ada worship in this area. Some Knights in red armor have been spotted going into that chapel over there.


 * Kyaan - It pains me to do this. But we must barge into the chapel with our weapons drawn.


 * Knight - But sir...that's forbidden! The gods will surely smite us for such a deed!


 * Captain - We know of the risks but it cannot be helped...we must put an end to this unholy worship.


 * Kyaan- Yes. let's move.

Kyaan draws his sword and pistol and springs forward using his natural jumping ability. The Knights to the same, bashing through the chapel doors. There was a service going on, naturally there are many citizens inside. Their prayers were interrupted and they look to the knights in shock.


 * Pastor - Lord Kyaan! What is the meaning of this!? You dare bring weapons into this holy place!?


 * Kyaan - Silence pastor! How dare you speak to me in that tone!


 * Pastor - But..my lord I..


 * Kyaan - I know, I know, our customs! But I've heard that there has been some Ada worship in this chapel.


 * Pastor - Ada worship!? that is strictly forbidden in this chapel my lord!
 * Captain - And what of the Crimson Sons? Have you been harboring them here?


 * Pastor - My word no! I've only rented the lower rooms of the chapel to a few knights!


 * Kyaan - Were they in red armor?


 * Pastor - Well yes...I assumed that it was just a new armor model.


 * Kyaan - Knights! To the lower rooms. Get your weapons ready!

Kyaan and his knights rush past the crowds of people into the chapel's basement. The chapel houses orphans and often knights in the lower halls. There were many rooms connected by multiple long hallways. There were a few red-armored knights standing guard when Kyaan stepped in. The instantly opened fire on him. Kyaan quickly dove behind a crate for cover. His knights rushed down the stairs and hallways, overwhelming the red-armored foes. They continued into each room exterminating these red-armored knights. After 20 minutes of this, they finally reach the cafeteria. There was a red-armored knight standing on a podium. He had his hands together, praying to a makeshift shrine to Ada. The Knight finished his prayers and turned around to face his threats.


 * Kyaan - Who are you!? What is the meaning of all of this!?


 * Anthil - Via Anthil Anga, velahr a vell Taur Kanostera...jaelsie, Alor Kyaan Desaa.


 * Kyaan - Anthil of the Anga clan hmm? Haven heard much about your clan since the tribal days.


 * Captain- He's calling these guys "Taur Kanostera", the Blood Knights.


 * Kyaan - Must be a neo-Crimson Sons group.


 * Anthil - Ugh...you are correct Alor Desaa, though I find it amusing that you use the language of the other empires to communicate with your own kind.


 * Kyaan - Look, I'm not here to discuss my mannerisms with a traitor.


 * Anthil - I am the traitor? Why not you?


 * Captain - Shut your mouth! How dare you accuse Lord Kyaan of treason!


 * Anthil - Alor...you are a Desaa, part of the clan who created our glorious order centuries ago. You betray your ancestors.


 * Kyaan - I've betrayed no one. My mother was a Desaa, however my father was Shaank Rumat'ee, hero and friend of King Glynn Ta'raron.


 * Anthil - You carry the blood..taur...and the clan name of Desaa. So did your brother...our great leader Crimson. Why let what's left of him die out. You rule Ascon and our empire now, so just join us and you can fulfil Crimson's dreams!


 * Kyaan - I'd never betray King Brygon. I'm here to put a stop to this Ada worship and to end your little Blood Knight organization.


 * Anthil - Funny. You Desaa were once a proud clan until you lost leadership of the Volver by the Ta'raron. To think all these years of training and plotting, a Desaa who actually attained a noble rank is a Ta'raron's lap dog.


 * Kyaan - Shut your damn mouth!!

Kyaan charges right at the knight, ramming into him with his antlers. Anthil manages to hold his ground and slams Kyaan into one of the stone tables in the room. The knights begin to engage Anthil, but he easily dispatches of them. Kyaan stands u to see his knights dead. He curses in anger, drawing his gun. He fires at Anthil, who simply blocks the rounds with his shield. He charges for Kyaan, driving him through the wall of the cafeteria. He draws his red blade and clashes swords with Kyaan. The two parry and block each other's attacks. Anthil gains the upper hand and kicks Kyaan into a barrel. Kyaan is stunned for a moment, but reacts too late. Anthil and already closed the distance between them and bashed Kyaan's face into the barrel, then into the steel door of the armory. Kyaan's visor cracked, obscuring his vision. Kyaan slashes blindly ant Anthil, but is unable to land a single blow. Anthil grabs Kyaan by his tail and hurls him through the ceiling. Kyaan flew straight through into the main chapel area on the upper level. Anthil jumped through the hole, ready to engage Kyaan once more.


 * Kyaan - Shit...this isn't good.


 * Anthil - You call yourself a Desaa? I thought all of you were warriors!


 * Kyaan - Shut up! You know nothing of my clan! Once I end you... your cult will fall.


 * Anthil - Haha if you truly believe that then you are a fool! I planted some of my Blood Knights on your transport ships to the WAS and Ugandalore. Hmph..some of them are even guarding the UAE main hall in Mirus. Your precious Enlightened Ones and other allies will fall.


 * Kyaan- You seriously believe you can kill the Enlightened Ones? Your a bigger fool than me if you believe that.


 * Anthil - You are mistaken. We have access to the same technology as your normal troops. Some fresh new Nyarqaeshian weapons and armor are at our use. I believe they caused quite the death toll during the last war.


 * Kyaan - You mean...


 * Anthil - Yes. Those knights you sent to Ugandalore? 50 of them are Blood Knights. More will be arriving there with each shipment you make. It's either put Ugandalore in danger, or leave them to their enemies.


 * Kyaan - Damn... (my wounds aren't healing any time soon...I gotta end this fight some how.)

Kyaan takes to the air and flies out of the chapel. Anthil smirks and flies right after him


 * Anthil - I know it's been a while since you've fought against another Volver, but you do realize I can fly too right?


 * Kyaan - I know. And I figured you would follow me.

Kyaan speeds up, zooming through the city using his powerful, dragon-like wings. Anthil manages to keep up, firing from his wrist blasters. Kyaan dodges these shots and flies out of the city and towards Dr. Que's lab. Kyaan opens up his communicator and warns Dr. Que of the danger. Dr. Que steps outside of his lab and sees the two zoom overhead. The doctor takes to the skies as well, holding a rifle. Anthil growls and looks behind him, seeing the doctor. Kyaan takes this opening and kicks Anthil in the chest, knocking him backwards. As Anthil tries to regain altitude, Dr. Que blasts him with his Vovler-Class Shotgun, blowing a hole right through his armor. Anthil groans in pain and crash lands into the thick forest. Que and Kyaan descend into the forest to finish him off, but are unable to find a body.


 * Kyaan - Shit. There's no body.


 * Que - I'm not picking up anything on my scanners. He's gone.


 * Kyaan - This is just great. We need to get back to the castle and warn Barda before they attack him.


 * Que- I've known Barda for quite some time. I think he can handle himself.


 * Kyaan - No...Anthil..he's not like one of our Knights. I've only heard tales of them but...I believe his a Volver Paladin. If that's the case...the others may be highly trained knights. If they catch him off guard, it could mean the end of Barda.

The two nod to each other and take off, flying towards the castle.

Trivia

 * The Feud Of Faith story is 's first plot contribution to the SporeWiki Fiction Universe.