Fiction:Great Mirusian Conflicts/Year One

"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 Caligustus

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

- Barda Clett

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

- Lord Kyaan Desaa

"All sorts of scum have come crawling out of the void of these stars...its time for some slaughter."

- Empress Besta

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

- Unknown

Prologue: The Shadows' will
Deep within a cavern, hidden from the view of most prying eyes, was a gigantic titan of living metal, bound to serve the life force of the being within. The titan's cold, rusted black plates shifted as he flexed his claws.


 * ??? - Again, the Will of the Alliance opposes. My. WILL!

He lumbered forward, still speaking to the thick shadows gathered around his frame.


 * ??? - I unleashed the vicious Changelings, to create disorder within and to feast off their energy, but their unity was too strong. I released my vicious Night Raves, to devour their souls, but their lives proved too willful. I summoned an extradimensional horde of my own kind, but denegraded and swarming. They were to break my foes' souls, but they refused to break. I combined my forces with those of the void, but my allies proved too short-sighted. Has it come to this? Must I truly unleash the rest of my children? My children of shadow?

He stopped, flexing his right claw, as he closed his pure red eyes, before they snapped open again, energy leaking and trailing off of them. He moved towards a wall, and moved an ancient tome onto it, causing a hiss and snapping sound to be heard. He turned, as 5 pods, filled with a foul green liquid, where torn open like knifes through butter, as their inhabitants broke free.


 * ??? - I must strike at the very foundations of which my disobedient slaves have built their society on.

He inspected the 5 beings, holding his claws up in front of him like a painter inspecting his work.


 * ??? - Vengeance, shall consume their honor. Rot, shall strip them of work they have worked hard to build. Fear, shall rip their unity asunder. Exess, shall distract them of their duty. And Mutation shall awaken not their destiny, but the one I have set forth.

He turned to the five beings.


 * ??? - Go my sons of shadow. Begin your work.

As the five mysterious beings left, creating portals in front of them, He held his hand up, revealing a holographic projection of the leader,.


 * Caligustus - Yes my lord? You call me forth?
 * ??? - Set your plan in motion. Let none survive the coming fire storm.
 * Caligustus - Finally! I HAVE WAITED FOR THIS! For War-Eternal! For the Brotherhood!

He closed communications, and turned to the massive statue in front of him, of an angelic warrior, in intricate armor and massive wings, with a sword in her lower hand, and her right arm raised, holding a world within it. The statue showed signs of weathering, and looked ready to crumble.


 * ??? - Soon, my sister, the precious light you have hidden in will be consumed by eternal night. And I, shall lead our "beloved subjects" in your place. Enjoy the day, before it is consumed.

With that, he turned away, his fist crackling with energy, as acid slowly appeared across the statue's features, slowly, almost un-seeable to the naked, eating away at it. This war, was the moment he had waited for. It was merely a cornerstone in his plan. But, his reign would come to pass.

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 black 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 about 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, Grux, 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 an 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?

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


 * - 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.

Thirst For Vengeance
Harsh breath rasp from behide her mask as a constant reminder of her disfigured lungs. Before this disfigurement she had ruled a whole empire from the shadows, now she was an outcast, banished by those who she had chosen for a special destiny, but they had gone against that destiny, especially the one she had chosen as her ultimate warrior. Soon though she would bring retribution down upon them all and bring her chosen back under her thumb, soon her most powerful weapon would bring empires to their knees, all for her. She felt the presence of one her servants near by and turn to see what might be the most twisted one of them all.


 * ??? - Ah, Reith. I see you have returned.
 * Reith - Yes master.
 * ??? - And has the splinter in my former empire broken away?
 * Reith - All has gone according to plan.
 * ??? - Good, but I sense there is something else on your mind.
 * Reith - Yes in regards to your ultimate weapon.
 * ??? - Your daughter, what about her?
 * Reith - There maybe one to replace her, one more powerful.
 * ??? - Indeed, well have a fight arranged between the two if possible.
 * Reith - That should not be a problem, she is allied to one of my daughters empire's enemies and wishes for revenge against her.
 * ??? - Quite see that it is done.
 * Reith - So it shall be master.

She waited until Reith was gone before she began to laugh.


 * ??? - Soon the whole universe will tremble at my return, soon they will cower at my name, MODERATOR.

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-station 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 - Seerkar! 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.


 * Seerkar - 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. 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 used to (and actually having become rather comfortable with) his mate's fiery temper and sharp tongue, thought it best to give her space and sat down to take a nap. W'tze, on the other hand was a little nervous, he knew how violent she was, and since he muttered to himself once that he liked Reith more than her, their relationship had not been not really...comfortable. Deciding he need some assurance that 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, before becoming calm again.


 * 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.

Akanri and Krel sat talking while Seerkar paced around, while Krel was happy to see her nephew and her nephews mate, based on the way the two kept glancing around.


 * Krel - Is something bothering you two Akanri-Ge?
 * Akanri - What? No! What ever gave you that idea?
 * Krel - You keep glancing around.
 * Akanri - Weeelll there is something....

This however was cut off as a load yowl echoed from the streets fallowed by a load yell. As Arkaalin came up dragging a young Vanara child with silver fur and two different colored eyes, one dark red and the other bright yellow, who was clawing, biting, and generally giving the Ultra Commando hell, as the rest of his team watch somewhat amused by his troubles. Akanri stood up and marched over and glared at Arkaalin, before smashing the ground beneath her with her psychokinetic field.


 * Akanri - Put her down!

Arkaalin dropped the young Vanara who ran over to her mother and hid behind her legs before sticking her tongue out at the Ugandal. Akanri's demeanor changed from one of frustration to one of tired exasperation.


 * Akanri - I'm sorry if my daughter gave you any trouble, Arkaalin.
 * Arkaalin - Not really, but wait your daughter?

Akanri sighed as Krel, Seerkar, and W'tze came over drawn by the commotion. The young Vanara cringed, knowing she was in a awkward position.


 * Seerkar - Krel-Gene, W'tze, Arkaalin and friends; meet our daughter Niyra-Ge. *gives daughter a nudge* Say hi.

Niyra gave the gave W'tze and the Ultra Commandos a scathing look, but gave Krel an interested one, before waving her hand.


 * Niyra - Hey.
 * Krel - *Leans over to Akanri* How old is she?
 * Akanri - About four months.
 * Krel - Ah *gets on her knees in front of Niyra* Hi Niyra-Ge I'm your aunt...
 * Niyra - *Smiles* Krel! I know mama tells me allot about you.
 * Keep - Oh! and is it all good or bad?
 * Niyra - Very good!

Krel smiled at that before standing up to continue her conversation with her nephew. Niyra walked over to W'tze and stood on her tippy toes so she could stare him in the eye glaring.


 * Niyra - And I've heard about you too.
 * W'tze - And what's that like?
 * Niyra - Humph!

As Niyra walked over to the Ultra Commandos too she what she could make of them, W'tze shook his head.


 * W'tze - Just great, she's got her mother's attitude.

Phase's Hunt
Phase sat aboard his ship, the Betty White, named after his favorite actress, singing along to his favorite queen song. He had been ordered by Barda to do some investigating and what not, but, who cared about what those radioactive numbskulls did. Phase had an appointment at his favorite strip club in the Mirus, and was not about to miss out.


 * Phase - OH! I'm burning through the sky! 200 degrees that's why they call me mister Fahrenheit! I'm traveling at the speeed of light, I wanna make a super-sonic women of you!

Phase looked over at his screen for ship updates and what not. Unfortunately, something else was on his screen.


 * Phase - I really need to stop watching ponies, don't I?

The voice in his head chimed in.


 * Voice - Yes, you do!
 * Phase - Hmmmm. *scratches his chin* Naw!

He turned off his screen of MLP, muttering "later", and looked at his ship updates. A very large frigate was en route.


 * Phase - Oh! Maybe it'll belong to a nice user who doesn't abuse me! ZF is so mean, constantly re-writing characters. It's so confusing. Like, stop, nothing you do can improve you. You suck, ZillaF. Anyway, I hope I'm adopted by Eco, or maybe Lorgassss. Wait. He's a troll. Though so am I come to think of it. Oh well.

As he went on rabbling to himself, a small sized frigate jumped out of hyperspace, with Alliance markings, of Federation design.


 * Phase - Darn it! It's still ZF. What I wouldn't give to actually belong to a good user. Who knows how to use spell check. And write something original. Come to think of it, I'm not in that category of original. That bites.

On the view screen, where 2 radically different creatures. One was a massive Skordi, sliver and black in color, yielding a spear, dressed in rather florid armor. The other, a Karogon, was slightly shorter, and wore standard armor for his kind. The Karogon grunted before speaking. He was used to dealing with the less then mentally stable. It still didn't make the job easy.


 * Okagg - Phase, Phase! Hey, Phase-Hunter!
 * Phase - Yes, Okeer of the Krogon?
 * Okagg - It's Okagg, Karogon is my race, human.
 * Phase - Yes, yes whatever. Ahh! Do my inflamed, horribly rotted eyes deceive! Zakton!
 * Zakton - Phase! How are you doing, killed anyone interesting lately?!
 * Phase - Would The God-Emperor of man being interesting?
 * Zakton - Wait, when did that happen?
 * Phase - Oh, right. That was me going dimension hoping. I am now ruler of mankind in another dimension though.
 * Zakton - Wonderful, that reminds me of the time I hugged someone. And then stuck sharp class shards in his eyes!
 * Phase- Do tell!

Okagg stomped his foot, partially silencing them. Partially.


 * Phase - Yes, yes, Okagg, you can talk about people you killed, but you have to wait your turn.
 * Okagg - I was sent by W'tze to make sure your doing your job. Are you?
 * Phase - Yes, yes I am.
 * Okagg - What is your job?
 * Phase - Discover the magic of Friendship and defeat Discord?
 * Okagg - No.
 * Phase - Discover the power of unity and defeat Makuta?
 * Okagg - No.
 * Phase - Discover the magic of Strip clubs?

Okagg face-palmed and shook his head. Was Phase doing this on purpose?! He never knew. Sometimes the mad human did things to piss people off. Other times, he did it on accident. Okagg was not sure which was worse. Zakton didn't really care. Phase was like a fun brother either way.


 * Okagg - You where sent by Barda Clett, your ruler, to investigate a Vanara Rebellion. Now dock your ship, or I will have you court-martialed!
 * Phase - Whatever, Urdnot Grunt. Why should I?
 * Okagg - Does court martial not register to you?
 * Phase - Eeenope!
 * Okagg - I will fire upon your ship.
 * Phase- Doesn't matter, I'm immortal. Like Freddie Mercury's voice.
 * Okagg - What will it take then?!

Phase scratched his chin, as Zakton twirled his spear about without much thought.


 * Zakton - How about, he sings a "My Little Pony" theme song of your choice!
 * Phase - *Smiles devilishly* This day is going to be perfect! Except for the fact I'm missing out on some serious fun-time with my favorite gal. Candy, I believe her name was.
 * Okagg - I will... sing your stupid song, and repay you, somehow, for what your missing.
 * Phase - Unless you Krogon...
 * Okagg - Karogon!
 * Phase - Whatever. Unless you Crow-bars can magically change gender, which would be hawt, you have nothing I want.
 * Okagg - We'll kill people. Violently, just get onboard.
 * Phase - Oeekee dok!

His ship began docking as Phase and Zakton began giggling like children.


 * Okagg - I feel like a babysitter.
 * Zakton - Explosions, torture killing! This will be so fun!

The frigate, the "Dawn scrapper", was tracking the Vanara that had planned and executed the attack, and was doing a very fine job of it. Other then Phase and Zakton doing everything they could to annoy Okagg.

For starters, Phase had insisted on renaming the ship "Rainbow Basher", something that annoyed the small crew to no end. Then, Zakton and Phase began trading stories on various violent murders they had committed, many stories too strange to be true.


 * Okagg - Can you both shut up! This is a serious mission!
 * Phase - But Grunt, I...!

Okagg finally got tired and punched him straight in the face. Phase screamed in a rather womanly manner as he held his regenerating face.


 * Phase - Oh, you bloody jerk! *punched again* Ow! What the hell, that hurts!

Zakton began to laugh like a child, holding his stomach and rolling on the ground. Without a word, Okagg lifted the hysterical Skordi by the shoulders, and slammed a fist into his face as well.


 * Zakton - OWW! *Punched thrice more* Stop it! Stop it!
 * Okagg - Any word, that does not pertain to this mission, and I will punch you!
 * Phase - Oh, god, my faiiiice!

Okagg preceded to punch Phase again, as the insane human cried.


 * Phase - I wanna go home!
 * Zakton - Me too! Though they'd probably kill me for stepping foot on Skorkaz.
 * Okagg - Why? They're your species aren't they?
 * Zakton - I may have almost killed every major Skordi leader, leading to our species never being able to reunite. Save for the Jargarta tribe leaders of course, since I'm in it. Of course, Zaktok is in there too, so I can't really get in without risked being fused whith him again. So basically, all tribes are still hunting me to this day! Ain't that cool?

Okagg looked at the Skordi, totally baffled, then slammed his head against the hull.


 * Okagg - Please tell me we're nearing the location.
 * Crewmen - Yes sir. We have detected massive Vanara life-signs. Though, our onboard AI detects something...different about them.
 * Okagg - Ready a stealth fighter, Phase, Zakton, and I shall infiltrate the lead ship and try to get information on them.

Legacy of a Disappeared King
It had been a year already since King Brygon left Ascon and had put the fate of the empire in the hands of his friend and 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.

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 well. 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 only 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...The lord 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.

Sons of Treason
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. (I'm Anthil Agna, leader of the Blood Knights...welcome, Lord 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 - Hahaha! If you truly believe that then you are a fool! I planted some of my Blood Knights on your transport ships to the Federation. 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 nobody.
 * 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.

Clash of the Elite
Barda Clett and his advisors, ranging from Clan Chieftains to his Field Marshal and other generals, had gathered to come up with a plan of action. Barda rubbed his temples as they sat in the ancient palace of the Ugandalores, the great paintings and memorial statues dedicated to them keeping silent vigil.

Watching from outside and in where the Blood-Bearers. While their armor was of personalized colors, they decorated themselves with paint fashioned from the freshly spilled blood of their foes. They where as silent as death itself, and never faltered in their war against any threats to the Ugandalore.

Outside of this ancient place, the Blood Knight agents watched Barda and his advisors. They used their advanced eyesight to watch Barda's every move. The knights were hiding in some bushes, 40 feet away from the ancient place. The Ugandal guards were unaware of their presence. Captain Urdin, once a great Volver Paladin since the Second Infectant War, was leading this troop of traitors.


 * Volver 1 - Captain Urdin, I see Barda...he's surrounded by a few other guys.
 * Urdin - Are they armed?
 * Volver 1 - Yes sir.
 * Urdin - Hmm...we should most likely wait for Barda to walk away from his precious advisors.
 * Volver 2 - Sir, I have word from the boss. He's been attacked by Alor Kyaan Desaa.
 * Urdin - Kyaan, huh? Damn that guy's sharp. You all stay here...I'll see what I can do towards getting Barda alone.

The group shatters and disappears into the anchient ruins surrounding the ancient site. Urdin stands, stretching his back and legs. He used his incredible jumping ability to spring high into the air, then begins to fly towards the ancient grounds. A few seconds later, the guards spotted him, one aming his gun right for Urdin's head. The other guard notices that Urdin is a Volver and tells the first to lower his weapon. Urdin lands with a heavy "thoom", as Urdin is quite heavy, especially in armor.


 * Guard 1 - You might've been informed wrongly but his is a restricted area. Only Ugandal-
 * Urdin - I am aware...I have come to speak to the Ugandalore...
 * Guard 2 - He's quite busy at the moment so...

Suddenly Urdin's wrist-communicator receives a signal from Anthil, purely in Asconian.


 * Anthil - [static in background] Ja'Aranthi Urdin...eru dos klarsa Oogadjalore (Ugandalore) Barda Clett? (Captain Urdin...have you located Ugandalore Barda Clett?)
 * Urdin - Aye Shalafi Anthil, juk sa falsuul mannel...huanth thane. (Yes Master Anthil, he is inside this...ancient place)

The two guards look to each other in confusion, finding Urdin's behavior suspicious.


 * Guard 1 - Look, I might not know what you're saying, but why are you talking about Lord Ugandalore to a guy we haven't seen before?
 * Guard 2 - Indeed...and in another language too.
 * Urdin - Do you know who I am gentlemen? I am Captain Urdin, leader of the 22nd platoon during the great wars the Volver fought with your empire. I believe my rank among you all is superior to a few lowly guards. Now if you'll excuse me...

Urdin pushes the two guards aside and walks into the ancient grounds. His presence surprises the advisors. Barda looks up from his thoughts to see Urdin standing there.


 * Aorus Maclon - What in the...who are you? How dare you enter this sacred place, Volver?
 * Urdin - Strange. The Volver have shown your kind great hospitality over the years. Even allowing you lot inside of our glorious castle.
 * Barda - Nelgared elen (Excuse Him). My apologies, friend. Aorus, don't fret, we were done here anyways...dismissed.

The Advisors stand, bowing to their Ugandalore, and then they leave the room.


 * Urdin - Ah..."Nelgred elen" eh? You speak Asconian?
 * Barda - Only a little. I've been around your people for many years, so I've picked up a few things.
 * Urdin - That's excellent. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Ja'Aranthi (Captain) Urdin, leader of the 22nd Platoon of the Volver military.
 * Barda - Ah, I've heard of you from a few of the Volver Knights. What brings you to me?
 * Urdin - I am here to tell you that we've placed troops on Matukoris and are shipping some out to other UAE empires affected by this...war is it?
 * Barda - I hope it doesn't turn into an all-out war. It's merely a conflict right now.
 * Urdin - Do not fear, Ugandalore. We have Volver Paladins headed for the edge of the Waptoria Sector. They are to search that Kadnig Zelekè fellow, and if possible, capture him.
 * Barda - Exelent. W'tze will be relieved to hear that. Though...Paladins? I've never heard of a such unit within the Volver Empire.
 * Urdin - Is that so sir? I'm a Paladin, actually. Came here with the shipment Alor (lord) Kyaan Desaa sent.
 * Barda - You came with the shipment..?
 * Urdin - Correct.
 * Barda - Strange. I didn't see any Paladins on the list given to me by Dr. Que when you all arrived. And when did the Volver begin issuing red armor to troops?
 * Urdin - Well...you see...only Paladins wear this model, Ugandalore.
 * Barda - I was told moments before you arrived that their were some traitors amongst the Volver...the Blood Knights? You appear to meet the description.
 * Urdin - [growls] Damn.

Urdin draws his pistol and fires at Barda. Barda quickly ducks the pistol and kicks Urdin against the wall. Urdin then springs off of the wall using his jumping ability, ramming right into Barda's chest with his antlers. Barda wheezes from the impact, but manages to stab Urdin in the shoulder with his bladed knuckles. Urdin grunts in pain and hops back. The two stare each other down for a few seconds. Barda draws his blasters and opens fire. Urdin springs up and dive-bombs into Barda knocking him to the floor. Suddenly, the Blood Knights storm in, surrounding Barda.


 * Barda - Outnumbering me, huh? I thought you Volver praised an honorable fight.
 * Urdin - According to our king...we have no honor. Sic 'em boys!

The Blood Knights charge for Barda. He simply activates his fire essence and blasts them all away with a powerful wave of flames. The knights stand once more and began to shoot at Barda. He moves at blinding speeds and cuts down all of the knights in his way. Urdin enters the fray and kicks Barda in the face. Some would call this a cheap shot...but not Urdin. Barda holds his head for a second to gain his bearings, but his quickly driven through the wall by Urdin's charge attack. Barda roars and picks Urdin up by his antlers. He jetpacks up to the ceiling and body slams Urdin into the table. Urdin grunts once more, and kicks Barda off of him. Barda regains his bearings and blasts intense fireballs at everyone in the room. The Blood Knights in the room are killed, but Urdin still stood.


 * Barda - By the gods, you're tougher than you look.
 * Urdin - There's only one god, Ugandalorian...and that's Ada!

Urdin springs up again, latching on the jet, packing Barda. Barda slams Urdin into the wall, but this does not loosen his grip. Urdin then stabs Barda violently with his claws, tearing at his jet back and back. Barda ejected from his jetpack and hit the floor hard, bleeding from the cuts. The jetpack flies Urdin into the ceiling and it explodes. Urdin falls to the ground as well, landing on the damaged table. Urdin stands, staggering. Barda finds it difficult to stand with his damaged back, and his essence appeared to have run dry.


 * Barda - My powers...what did you do!?
 * Urdin - Heh...there are a few things the Volver didn't tell you guys. Ada gave us his technology...engineered it with Nebulorian and Volver tech. After many years...the worshipers of our lord have done it. We have blades that can sap essence from their users.
 * Barda - Your blades and claws sap essence? That sound like Brygon's...
 * Urdin - That's right...we've managed to almost completely replicate Alphorium.
 * Barda - [coughs] Almost...?
 * Urdin - Well...it's not as durable as Alporium, but it's get the job done.
 * ??? - Or so you think.

Urdin turns around in surprise to see Oskel Leton and his wife Si'daal enter the room. Oskel's blade was drawn and covered in blood. Si'daal was holding her and Oskel's daughter Ta'lia.


 * Barda - Oskel, Si'daal! Thank the gods you're here. This Volver is a traitor.
 * Si'daal - We are aware. Brygon goes missing and things go out of hand with his empire. It was expected.
 * Oskel - Come traitor. Meet your end at the hands of an Antroth Elite.
 * Urdin - Die, you ant!

Urdin draws his false Alphorium blade and charges straight for Oskel. Oskel simple stand there as Urdin slashes at him with the blade. Oskel smirks after a few second of this, then raises his forearm to block the next strike. The sword shatters on Oskel's forearm. Urdin, in shock, stares at his marvel of technology. Oskel then drives his Enchanted Blade into Urdin's chest, severing multiple of his organs. Urdin coughs up a large amount of blood before falling to the ground. Urdin curses something in Asconian before dying from blood loss.


 * Barda - I thank you for your help, Oskel. What are you two doing here?
 * Si'daal - Well, our daughter wanted to see what Ugandalore was like. Her father is a bit keen on telling her war stories.
 * Oskel - Yes. So we travelled here only to find some Volver fighting your troops chanting something about Ada. I don't quite understand that language of theirs.
 * Ta'lia - Red man is even redder mommy!

Ta'lia points to Urdin's bloody corpse, giggling. Barda stares at Si'daal with a look of confusion on his face.


 * Oskel - What? Antroth young are no stranger to the occasional gore.
 * Barda - First you guys wanted to eat Phase...now your daughter likes blood and gore. I'm starting to question your race's morals.

The two Antroth's shrug as Ta'lia attempts to play in Urdin's blood.


 * Barda - Just make sure you clean up after play-time. Speaking of, I wonder how Phase is doing.

Phase's Mission
Eco Edit here (Zilla, Guidelines for Eco here if needed)

Anthil's Plan
Anthil, leader of the Blood Knights, has recovered from his wounds. He and his soldiers are stationed on an asteroid floating in Tyris Major. The Blood Knight base was well built, appearing to have been there for ages. It was actually an old Volver mining facility, dried up and abandoned. Anthil chose this please due to it's unimportance to the Volver. Captain Tenn, another one of Anthil's loyal, entered the room were Anthil was eating his dinner.


 * Anthil - What do you want? Can't you see I am eating? Legan. (Leave)
 * Tenn - Sir, I have those records you requested. From the palace?
 * Anthil - [looks up at Tenn, ripping meat from the bones of his meal] Well then.

Anthil swallows his food and stands, taking the papers from Tenn. Tenn bows to Anthil, as Anthil flips through no the papers.


 * Anthil - This...this is perfect. Files on everyone. Including the leaders of the other nations.
 * Tenn - Who do we target first?
 * Anthil - Lavern.

Tenn's eye widens as he looks down to the papers.


 * Tenn - Excuse me sir...did you say..Lavern?
 * Anthil - Yes. You heard right. He will be the first target. Urdin facing Barda was just a ploy. I expected him to fail.
 * Tenn - Wait...you sent Urdin to die?
 * Anthil - The death of one to save many. He died for the cause.
 * Tenn - Of course sir. So why attack Lavern?
 * Anthil - According to the records on UAE leaders, Lavern is considered an extreme threat to enemies. If not the Taraejue (Enlightned Ones), he is said to be the biggest threat within the UAE, not to mention his soldiers. May I remind you that we faught alongside the man?
 * Tenn - That's why I questioned the plan sir! A squad...not even a platoon of our warriors could stop him! And Lavatufts are essentially immortal!
 * Anthil - Only if you don't know how to kill one.
 * Tenn - What..?
 * Anthil - Ah, I forget. You are not a Paladin. You see...as a Paladin I have knowledge of the Contingency Documents. A set of documents created to deal with the empires of the UAE should they betray the Volver.
 * Tenn - Something like that exists?


 * Anthil - Yes. We were to keep it a secret from the UAE. The plan contains ways to eliminate the empire's leaders effectively. Including Lavern.


 * Tenn - Alright sir...I trust you. I will brief the other Captains and tell them of our plan. Who will you be winding to eliminate him?
 * Anthil - I'll be sending you, Tenn.
 * Tenn - I...er...would be honored sir. I'll prep my troops ASAP.
 * Anthil - See to it that you do not fail me.

Tenn nods, leaving the room quickly. Anthil sits back down and continues his meal, reading the papers that were brought to him.

Boiling Point
Lavern, now retireed and no longer the ruler of his empire, supervises a metal shipment to the Waptoria sector. They land on the Euchandan Homeworld, docking their ships as Waptorian Bio-Rangers scan their ships for cargo. Lavern steps out with a few soldiers and engineers. The rest of the crew begins to unload their shipment. W'tze comes down to the docks to greet Lavern. Lavern was noticeably older looking. He had a few bags under his eye, and his rocky skin was showing a few small cracks. Lavern noticed W'tze and smiled, it had been a while since he saw any of his allies.


 * Lavern - W'TZE! It's been a while old pal!
 * W'tze - Heh, yeah it has. Your son is very well versed in politics. You should see him during the meetings.
 * Lavern - Yeah. His mother was always a fierce one in the courtroom.
 * W'tze - What kind of metals have you brought us?
 * Lavern - Let's see..well I've got some Volcanite...plenty of steel and iron ingots, and Titanium. I've even thrown in a little Obsidian just for you pal.
 * W'tze - Volcanite? You've never shipped us that before. What is it?
 * Lavern - The Volver ain't the only ones with some fancy metals. Volcanite is some of the best heat conducting metal around. Only can be forged in the fires of my Homeworld. HAH! It can be forged into armor that is heat resistant, weapons that can melt foes in seconds, and can build ships that can withstand the intense heat of a star!
 * W'tze - Wow... That's quite the metal. I like it. Totally.
 * Lavern - Yep. Now, If you'd exuse me, I've got some stuff to deliver in NOVA Alliance territory. After that I gonna ship some to Bardy after this. I figure he'd like some too.
 * W'tze - Yeah. I think he'd like that. Good journey, Lavern!

Lavern and his fellow Lavatuft get back into his ship, with flies away soon after. W'tze looks at it until it dissappears. Some minutes ater, Averil walks into the docks holding a clip board. He hands the board to W'tze, and tips his hat as a greeting.


 * Averil - Boss, all metals are accounted for. We've also got a the Volver Chariot in the courtyard.
 * W'tze - Chariot? Isn't that the ship that transports the Volver Knights?
 * Averil - Yep. It's truly a beautiful ship. It has some firepower to boot too.
 * W'tze - Why is it here?
 * Averil - They said that they're stationing more Knights here.
 * W'tze - I didn't request another shipment...I have a few stationed here already.

W'tze and Averil head to the courtyard. They enter the courtyard, they noticed that the kights had already formed up in their platoon. Averil walked in front of them, noticing a few of the knight's armor colors were faded. Red could be seen underneath the white coat of paint Averil leans over to W'tze.


 * Averil - Boss...I don't like the looks of this. When do the Volver just...show up?
 * W'tze - You have a point...I'll figure out what's wrong.

W'tze walks forward, leering at the platoon. The Knights stood there like statues. He scratched his chin and looked back at Averil, who simply nods.


 * W'tze - Who is the captain of this platoon?
 * Tenn - Right here. Ja'Aranthi Tenn, che dost hailene. (Captain Tenn at your service)
 * W'tze - I want to speak to Brygon.
 * Tenn - Via silta (I'm Sorry), Valishar Brygon (King Brygon) is gone. Missing.
 * W'tze - Then who ordered you to station more troops here?
 * Tenn - We are here on behalf of the Empire.
 * W'tze - That doesn't quite answer my question...
 * Tenn - Listen...we are here on important business. Once our commands are fulfilled, we will leave post haste.
 * W'tze - What's the command?
 * Tenn - That's classified.
 * W'tze - Even for someone like me?
 * Tenn - I know who you are, but we have our orders. It's classified.
 * W'tze - Right...What business do you have here that requires all those illegal weapons you're freighting?
 * Tenn - What? How did you...
 * Averil - It's standard procedure here mate, yer ship was scanned the moment ya landed.

W'tze snaps his fingers, causing some Bio-Rangers and various packs of Bio-Horde to flood into the courtyard. The Knights take up arms and aim their weapons for the new threats. Tenn signals to the Chariot, causing it to take off and head to the docks. Averil takes to the skies and flies after it.

The knights and bio-soldiers clash. Blood could be seen filling the cracks on the ground, soaking the soil. W'tze summoned his Seeker Swarms and launched them towards the Volver. The swarms ate right through their skin, killing many of them. Tenn slams his antlers into W'tze, throwing him onto the ground. Tenn climbed on top of him, pinning him on the grass with one arm. He raised his lightning blade and aimed the edge at W'tze's face.


 * W'tze - Damn! Get offa Me!
 * Tenn - Surrender! I'm physically stronger than you Raporanean! You cannot overpower my strength!
 * Averil - He doesn't have to!

Averil swoops down on Tenn, stabbing hin the back, and causing him to howl in pain. W'tze took the opening and blasted Tenn with essence. Tenn was blasted back, barely catching himself. He looked around and noticed that his troops were all killed. There were few bio-soldiers left, though they were barely able to stand. Tenn knew that he didn't bring enough men. He didn't expect nor W'tze or Averil to catch on so quickly.


 * W'tze - Tell me why you've attacked us!
 * Tenn - Jukkete Dos! (F*ck you!)

Averil kicked Tenn in the jaw, causing him to fall over on his side. Tenn was obviously bleeding out, his armor was finally red again.


 * Averil - Ya better tell us ya motive now, mate.
 * Tenn - Me and my men came to distract you...so the rest of us could kill Lavern.
 * W'tze - You came to kill Lavern? Thats crazy and besides...I won't allow it!
 * Tenn - I told Anthil...I told them we couldn't...do it.
 * W'tze - Anthil? Who's that?

Tenn had finally died, taking the information with him. W'tze cursed under his breath. Averil cursed beneath his breath. Looking at W'tze with a grim look, the 2 ran at their own ships and set course to NOVA Territoty as quick as they could.

Cooldown
Immeadiately after arriving at the NOVA capital, Averil saw something was terribly wrong. The cyrstal spires that dominated the centre of each districht were shattered, and hordes of NOVA Troops were on the streets, fighting against fully armed Blood Knights. Seeing the Rivetor, flagship of Globling Admiral Conscerto nearby, W'tze opened communications.


 * W'tze - Conscerto, what in Xa'hal's name is going on here?
 * Conscerto - Well...we're in a bit of trouble right now. Actualy, I've no idea what's going on. Those Volver...they suddenly just attacked!
 * W'tze - I see. Were's Lavern? We believe he is in grave danger.
 * Conscerto - Still at the docks. As soon as he got out, those Volver knights stationed on this plenat went rogue. What has he done wrong to them?
 * W'tze - Nothing. Just nothing. They mainly sought to kill him here because they believe this place is one of the more undefensed UAE capital worlds.
 * Conscerto - What!? They dare! Right, men, We'll show them how "defeseless" we are. Fire everything we've got!

Dispite the graveness of the situation, W'tze could not do anything but smile. Conscerto was always so...easily agitated when his people were called weak, and always so ready to prove them wrong. However, Averil was quick to get him out of his thougts.


 * Averil - Boss, we've landed, and are ready to deploy.
 * W'tze - Well then, do it. With haste.

Meanwhile, Blood knights began to swarm the docks. Anthil had arrived with reinforcements in his ship The Kellos attempting to flood Lavern with large numbers of troops. The Lavatuft soldiers were much larger than the Blood Knights, but the knights' sheer numbers overpowered Lavern's troops. Lavern had finally returned from the other docks to find his ship wrecked and his troops dead. He growled, as fire began to surround him. He roared and charged for the crowd of Blood Knights.

They could not hold their ground. Lavern bashed right through them, searing their flesh and melting their armor. He turned around and breathed a heavy stream of flames. A few Blood Knights got through and began to stab him. The new False-Alphorium Blades were far stronger than Lavern's armor, though he managed to resist their effects. He slammed his forearm into the ground, causing a huge shockwave of force. This caused the Blood knights to stumble, and he took this chance to blast them all with an eruption of lava. Lavern took out more than 60 blood knights in less than two minutes.

Anthil slammed his fist on his ship's control panel, cursing. He ordered the Chariot to open fire on Lavern. The ship did so and pelted Lavern with lasers and heavy cooilgun fire. Lavern grunted as he attempted to block the attacks. He flew into a rage and propelled himself towards the Chariot using a heavy fire stream from his hands and feet. He crashed into the 5,500 meter ship with so much raw power and force that is crashes into the docks below, damaging many UAE ships.

Lavern walked out of the melting remains of the Chariot, his eyes full of anger. Anthil glared at him through the cockpit of his ship. He rose from his chair and beamed down to the docks. He confronted Lavern with a large gun, though Lavern was unfazed by the size of his weapon.


 * Anthil - If you want something done right, you've got to do it yourself.
 * Lavern - You think you can defeat me!? Not even a spaceship could stop ME! What could YOU do huh!?
 * Anthil - You'll soon see that I'm full of surprises.
 * Lavern - I'll kill you like the rest traitor!
 * Anthil - You denied lord Ada the satisfaction of killing you. I shall deliver your soul unto him, monster.
 * Lavern - Who you callin' "monster" you BRUTE.

Anthil glared once more. He became very serious, and very angered. The term "Brute" is considered a racial slur to the Volver, as "monster" is a slur to Lavatufts. Anthil was done talking, and so was Lavern. Lavern roared an intense breath of embers as he charged right for Anthil. Anthil readied himself and jumped into the air. He dodged Lavern completely and used his wings to glide downwards. Before Lavern could turn around, Anthil fired a shot from is rifle. The shot pierced right through Lavern's shoulder. Lavern roared in agony, but he turned this into pure power. He lifted a Waptoria ship with one arm and hurled it at Anthil. Anthil drew his sword and drilled through the ship using a spiraling motion. Once he regained his bearings, Lavern was already too close. He punched Anthil with amazing force, breaking one of his wings and searing his gut. Anthil hit the ground, though bounced backward to avoid Lavern's stomp.

He rearmed his rifle as Lavern took in air to breathe fire. Before Lavern could exhale, he was shot in the chest. The blast went right through him. W'tze arrived to see his friend laying in a pool of obsidian. Lavern's body temperature was dropping, he could not heal himself.


 * W'tze - LAVERN!
 * Lavern - W'tze....my temperature is dropping...can't...heal...dying...
 * Anthil - Still alive hm?
 * W'tze - That's impossible! How did you use a gun to hut Lavern! Guns don't work on him.
 * Anthil - It's a shame that our Empire hid so much from the UAE. We kept a few Watenan-Class weapons...just in case this fiery blob decided to attack us.
 * W'tze - Watanan-Class? No wonder it's an illegal class of weapons!

Anthil chuckled and shot Lavern four more times in the gut, arms, and chest. W'tze growled, reading himself for combat.


 * Anthil - Yes...this class can kill Lavatufts quite quickly. Lavern surely would have killed me if I didn't have this rifle. Let's see how ya do without it!

Averil swoops down and slashes the gun in half. He stabs Anthil multiple times with his poisonous blades, then kicks him back. Anthil recovers from these wounds and retaliates with a heavy sucker punch to Averil's jaw. Averil shakes this off and closes the gap, thrusting his blades into Anthil's chest. Anthil draws his blade again and stabs Averil in the chest as well. The two are in a power struggle. Anthil lifts Averil off the ground with his blade arm and body slams him into a nearby ship. W'tze runs in and kicks Anthil in the back. Anthil rolls on the ground before springing back up.


 * Averil - Gah...I shoulda known that the poison wouldn't affect 'em.
 * Anthil - We Volver are immune to poison. I will say that you are more formidable than I previously thought.
 * W'tze - Averil, we need to kill this guy now. Lavern May not have long!
 * Averil - Don't worry boss..I got this.

Averil takes to the skies again. Anthil focuses his attention on him, leaving him open to an attack from W'tze. Anthil blocks W'tze's knives with his shield, though Averil dive kicks him in the face. Anthil's visor is cracked, blinding him behind his helmet. Anthil's since of Volver pride and honor prevents him from removing the helmet. He begins to fight blind, using his sense of smell to locate his enemies. Averil swoops down again, though this time, Anthil gets him. He reaches up and stabs Averil in his arm, preventing further flight. Averil crashes into another ship. W'tze sends out another Seeker Swarm, following behind it for a follow up attack. Anthil slashes at the swarm, though he misses W'tze. W'tze stabs him multiple times before allowing Averil to shoot Anthil with his pistols.


 * Anthil - Nuuta dos kuu'dattora!! (Damn you bastards!!).
 * W'tze - Hey! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth!?
 * Averil - Heh...looks like yer plan is kaput.
 * Anthil - Hmph. You would think that. I've bought enough time. Beam me up.

In an instant, Anthil is beamed up to his ship. The Kellos speeds off into the upper atmosphere. W'tze stomps his foot and curses. Averil stands, his feathers ruffled and soaked in blood. The two walk over to Lavern. The notice that they can hardly feel a heat signature. W'tze kneels down near Lavern's face. Lavern opens his eyes briefly to look at W'tze, then closes them.

W'tze - No problem.
 * W'tze - Lavern..don't you die on me. Your son needs you.
 * Lavern - Magmos can handle himself...besides..I'm done for. I'm too old for this stuff.
 * Averil - Too old? You just took down a spaceship for Spode's sake!
 * Lavern - look...Watenan-Class weapons...they weaken a Lavatuft's ability to repair themselves...and lower our body temperature...he had a Watanan Cannon. Probably the only thing...that can kill me besides the revolver.
 * W'tze - He said...that the Volver were keeping those.
 * Lavern - I don't know what they're up top but...they better be damn sure that I die today.
 * Averil - Is there a way to save you?
 * Lavern - I'm afraid not. Usually i can reform if I...."die" . There's not enough heat here. Not to mention my Homeworld is far from this planet.
 * W'tze - So...you're just gonna die. Like this?
 * Lavern - I'm...sorry. W'tze. Give your ol' pall one last wish...
 * W'tze - Anything.
 * Lavern - Take...my remains...to my son. It's a custom...trust me...you'll understand why I'm...the way..I am.

Lavern smiles, as a tear of pure magma drips from his eye. His last exhale, was but a weak flame. W'tze sat there on his knees, knelt over his fallen friend. Averil stands up...walking slowly to the dock entrance. He punches the wall hard, cursing loudly. W'tze places his hand on Lavern's chest. It was cold, like a rock. His otherwise orange completion dimmed to a dark brown, before his entire body glassed over, turning into obsidian. A few Globling Bio-Troopers entered the area.


 * W'tze - Please, load Lavern's body onto my ship. I'll be stopping by Volcanis.
 * Globling - Yes sir.
 * Averil - Boss?
 * W'tze - Yeah Averil?
 * Averil - I'm gonna find this bastard, and I'll tear out his throat.
 * W'tze - In time. We have to call a meeting...and tell the others.
 * Averil - Look...the man's come back before right? Do you think. We can revive him?
 * W'tze - I'm not sure....Ada was the only person I knew of who could just bring back the dead. Well, there is Mortox, of course, but that's just necromancy, not reviving the dead as living beings. Besides, due to the heavy rivarly between the two, Mortox would simply assimilate Lavern as soon as he would've got the chance to revive him.
 * Averil - Talking about Ada...Brygon got his powers right?
 * W'tze - Yes...Though that doesn't mean that he can do that. Not to mention he's gone missing, according to that Tenn guy.
 * Averil - Alright. I'm coming with you...just let me get patched up.

Averil walks off to the hospital, as W'tze stands there. His eyes teared up again, though this time he was angry. He stormed off into the untouched portion of the docks to get to his ship. Fist of all, he had to tell Conscerto the news. And then, the others...

The Plot
Back at the Blood Knight stronghold, Taurstad, Anthil reclined in his chair. He was healing slowly from his injuries he got received during the fight with Lavern, W'tze, and Averil. His other Captain, Abdon, brother of Tenn, was sitting next to him.


 * Anthil - Agh...my wounds..they're healing slowly.
 * Abdon - Sir? Have you not recovered?
 * Anthil - No. Abdon, be a good lad and fetch me another syringe.
 * Abdon - Right away, sir.

Abdon stood and walked to the cabinets across the room. He opened the cabinets and grabbed a case from the top shelf. He then opened the case, it contained four syringes full of healing liquid. Abdon walked over to Anthil with the syringe needle drawn. Anthil held out his arm. Abdon then stabs Anthil with the needle. Anthil grunts as the fluid enters his veins. As Abdon removes the needle, Anthil's wounds begin to heal.


 * Anthil - Donta dos Abdon. (Thank you Abdon). That should last me for a while.
 * Abdon - You should not have done that sir...A retreat would have been wise.
 * Anthil - Ah...but then I would be able to receive the accolade and notoriety as the Slayer of Lavern.
 * Abdon - I suppose. But still, you should have made sure you took your medication before the fight.
 * Anthil - You are right, Abdon. I was so furious I forgot to take it. Now look at me.
 * Abdon - I still don't understand your condition sir.
 * Anthil - [sighs] Volver are supposed to heal after a battle. For me, that gene has been deactivated. I would like to have it back.
 * Abdon - Then take the gene from another Volver.
 * Anthil - It's not that simple. Besides...my duty is to Ada. Now that the Ascon Warship has been sabotaged and Lavern's dead, nothing will stand in my...our...way.
 * Abdon - What is our next plan of action? I wish to avenge my brother.
 * Anthil - You will. More importantly, we must find Ada's seed. As well as his Essence.
 * Abdon - His seed?
 * Anthil - Ada's child. We have located her...as well as the False King.
 * Abdon - The False King!? Valishar Brygon?
 * Anthil - Yes. We are going to kill him. We took down Lavern and the Warship, two of the UAE's trump cards. We can destroy another.
 * Abdon - It will be done, sir. What of you?
 * Anthil - I'm going to find the rest of his essence. I'm going to the Abyssal Domain.
 * Abdon - Careful sir...Vell Barad'Un (The Dark One) dwells there now.
 * Anthil - Don't fret Abdon. I'll be fine.

Abdon bows, then leaves the room. He walks down the halls to gather a large legion of troops. Anthil lays back as he waits for his wounds to heal.

The Valishar
Abdon and his legion zip through space on four cruisers. They knew that Ada's daughter would not be an easy target. They brought over 100 Blood knights to deal with him. Abdon figured that the mission would fail. He knew he probably wouldn't make it back to Taurstad. But he was proud to serve Ada, his god. The ships arrive at a mostly deserted planet. The ships land on the outskirts of a small town. Abdon left his legion outside the town as he ventured forward. He used his Volver senses to locate the girl. She was inside of a tavern, sitting alone. Abdon walked up to the bar and sat down next to her. She payed him no attention, though Abdon looked at her occasionally.


 * Abdon - A little young to be in a bar, aren't you, young lass?
 * Zataura - Leave me be, Volver.
 * Abdon - I sense some...hostility from you.
 * Zataura - I'm sorry. I'm not sure why but your presence...just makes me upset for some reason.
 * Abdon - Well, me and my comrades know a lot about you. And where you came from.
 * Zataura - Really? What do you know?

Zataura's eyes lit up, as she knew nothing of her past. Abdon smiled behind his helmet, as she was now an easy catch.


 * Abdon - Let's just say we are good friends with your father.
 * Zataura - Wow! Can you tell me about him?
 * Abdon - I can tell you a lot. But you must come with me.
 * Zataura - Well...I can't just leave my companion without telling him where I'm going.
 * Abdon - Companion?

Suddenly, the tavern entrance opened. A robed figure walked inside, proceeding towards Zataura. He lowered his hood, revealing a familiar, orange Volver Knight Helmet. It was Brygon. His helmet was scarred, as well as his arms and legs. His visor was cracked on the right side, though it was still functional. The robes he wore were black and tattered. Burns and tears were around the bottom of them. He made his way to Zataura as Abdon looked at him with hate.


 * Brygon - Zataura, are you ready to leave?
 * Zataura - Actually...I was thinking of going with this guy. He says he knows about my father.

Brygon looked at Abdon, scanning him with his eye. He saw that Abdon was a mere knight, a servant to him. Brygon scoffed.


 * Brygon - What could he possibly know that didn't tell you?
 * Zataura - You have a good point.
 * Abdon - That does not concern you, False King.

Abdon presses a button on his wrist, signal, in his legion to enter the town. Brygon smirks and looks Abdon in the eye.


 * Brygon - I'm the King. I believe everything you do concerns me. That is...unless you are a traitor.
 * Abdon - Screw it. Boys! We're taking her by force!

Abdon springs up and crashes through the ceiling and roof of the tavern. Brygon was surprised, though didn't move. The ships fired on the town, destroying the tavern. As the smoke cleared, Brygon stood with Zataura. Both if them were unharmed. The legion of 100 Blood knights surrounded the two.


 * Brygon - Zataura...stay back. I've got this.
 * Zataura - What? No fair! I wanna fight too!
 * Brygon - You'll just be in the way. Trust me.

Zataura pouted, but accepted Brygon's judgement. She waked back over to the remains of the tavern to sit down. Brygon returned his attention to the Blood Knights.

Abdon charges, signaling the other Blood Knights to do the same. They all roar and then charge at Brygon, who just stands there. As the close in, Brygon raises his hand, his palm facing the crowd of knights.


 * Brygon - Time to give this stuff a shot.

Brygon fires a powerful pulse of essence, blasting right through the crowd. It explodes in a majestic blast, then sucks half of the knights into nothingless in the following implosion. Brygon rockets forward, drawing his Alphorium Blade. He charges it full of Void Essence, then proceeds to cut through his foes. The blade rips right through them as if they were hot butter. Every slash he made cut through space and time briefly, instantly severing his opponents. Abdon was sown to 40 men by now. Brygon then sets forth various imploding void bubbles at the remaining knights, killing all the knights around Abdon. Abdon was all alone. Abdon was badly hurt from the onslaught of essence based attacks that followed. Brygon beat him to the brink of death.


 * Brygon - Ahem...so do you wanna explain yourself? I just may let you live.
 * Abdon - Y-y-your power!! You wield the power of a god!
 * Zataura - Yeah...he kind of is one. I taught him how to use essence ya'know.
 * Brygon - Start talking.
 * Abdon - I was sent to retrieve Ada's seed. This girl.
 * Brygon - You're a part of the Crimson Sons?
 * Abdon - Ha! No...we are the Blood Knights. We arose in your convenient absence.
 * Brygon - Damn. I knew this was a bad idea. I should have stayed.
 * Zataura - I'm up for a little road trip. This planet is so dull.
 * Brygon - Well, that settles it. We're heading back to Ascon.
 * Abdon - W-what of me?
 * Brygon - You can go free. Be lucky I'm not my father. He would have killed you once you stopped talking.

Brygon let go of Abdon. He and Zataura turn their backs on them, and head for Brygon's ship, Ascon's Sword. The two board the small fighter and take off into space. Abdon struggles back to his cruiser, setting a course to Taurstad. Brygon had been away for too long. He sensed something was terribly wrong. Not just with his Homeworld, but with the entirety of the UAE.

Return of a King
Meanwhile, Ascon was still in peril. Kyaan was at the Palace prepared to fight of the crowd of rebels and Blood Knights. Suddenly, Ascon's Sword descended upon the palace. As it landed, the rebels and Blood Knights stopped their riots. They looked in fear as it loomed over them. Brygon and Zataura beamed down, right in front of Kyaan. The rebels ran at the sight of Brygon. The Blood Knights held their ground, though they were not attacking.

Brygon walks forward and blasted the knights off of his palace. They fly off in the distance, returning to their ships and taking off.
 * Kyaan - Brygon! sir! You're back!!!
 * Brygon - Yeah. I see things have....gotten out of hand since I left.
 * Kyaan - It has sir. Please, you must do something about the Blood Knights! They've sabotaged the Warship and Lavern has been reported dead.
 * Brygon - Lavern? Dead? Those words don't agree well with me in the same sentence. I'll handle this.
 * Kyaan - That was incredible. You can use your essence now?
 * Brygon - Yeah, sort of. Zataura here thought me.

Kyaan looked at Zataura. She was smaller than Brygon and did not look like much of a fighter.


 * Kyaan - This girl? Surely you're joking.
 * Zataura - Hey! Don't underestimate me! I'm stronger than you!
 * Kyaan - What? You'd best mind your manners girl!
 * Brygon - Shut the hell up! Both of you! We must travel to Volcanis. We should pay our respects to Lavern.
 * Kyaan - I suppose that is best. The Blood Knights should think twice about coming here since you're back.

Brygon nods, escorting the two back to his ship. They take off and head to Volcanis.

Berserk
A squadron of Blood Nights stalked towards their prey on Matrukoris they had been sent here to eliminate a very important target, a target who's name sent shivers down the spines of some of the more superstitious of their numder, Akanri Rozu Izeira, the Black Rose Witch. Even those who were not so inclined to listen to rumors knew to fear that name.


 * Volver 1 - Do you think its true that are target is really a witch?
 * Volver 2 - I do not know, but I do know she's dangerous so we must be careful *turns to another Volver peeking out from behind a building* you there do we have a visual.
 * Volver 3 - Yes sir.
 * Voler 2 - Good! Men advance!!!

Seerkar, Akanri, Niyra, and Krel were just sitting down to eat when they saw the Volver approaching.


 * Akanri - What the hell are these guys doing here?
 * Seerkar - Qeth eee (calm yourself) the Volver are allies, I'll go ask them what this about.

Seerkar walked over to the Volver.

Before Seerkar could say anything, the Volver charged into him with his shield, slamming Seerkar to the ground. The Knight then raised his sword to finish Seerkar off. Seerkar just managed to get the progressive knife he had hidden in his boot and use it to deflect the sword, before jumping to his feet, pulling out his maser swords, and engaging his enemy. Another Volver charged at Akanri, who waited until he's was with in two meters of her before, smashing off his antlers with her pyschokentic field, his head soon following. The Volver with rifles opened fire on her as she advanced, deflecting the projectiles with her field, cutting down those who got too close, leaving them consvulsing and bleeding to death as a sick and twisted smile spread across her features as insane laughter ushered fourth. Krel meanwhile held one of her hand bazookas in one hand using it to blast enemies that were further away, while a sonic glaive in the other using it to fend off those the got too close. Seerkar had already dispatched three of the knights using his superior speed to his advantage, while regular Vanara could get as fast as a cheetah if they pushed it, Seerkar could get that fast with ease, twice that if he really pushed it. He was just about to finnish off another downed one when, a voice drew his attention.
 * Seerkar - Greetings, is there something I can help you with?
 * Volver - Yes we are here to take you all in for more questioning regarding the supposed Vanara rebel faction.
 * Seerkar - Hey, now see here we already answered a lot of questions and there's no more supposed about it, we've proven that the main empire had nothing to do with attack a the UAE outpost.
 * Volver - I was afraid it might come to this...


 * Volver - Surrender or she gets it.

Seerkar turned to see a Volver knight with his sword pressed against Niyra's throat. At this sight, Seerkar felt rage like he had never felt before flow through him at this threat to his daughter. His muscles began to bulge and warp as a shining slivery white and turquoise substance covered his body, forming into bladed armor covered in green jewels. When the transformation was done, Seerkar stood as a 50 foot tall dragon like beast. The Volver holding Niyra stared up at this monstrosity before him.


 * Volver - What the...

He didn't get time to finish before Seerkars tail speared him and three others, before slashing open several more with his claws. One tried to run, Seerkar lunged forward and bit him in hate. He rose up roaring as white hot, radioactive flames poured from his jaws incinerating the rest of the blood knights. A ship flew towards him, firing an energy beam, but Seerkar simply unfolded his wings out in front of him, negating the energy when it struck, his body flashing briightly as he channeled the energies opposite, before firing it at the ship, bringing it to the ground. Rising to the sky, he belted out his rage before flying off, leaving a path of destruction in his wake.


 * Krel - What's wrong with him?
 * Akanri - The Ryu form effects the way the mind works, he thinks the Aliance has betrayed us.
 * Krel - Can you calm him down?
 * Akanri - If I can catch him, he's faster than me, especially in Ryu form, but in my own Ryu form...

She began to transform, spiny tentacles erupting fourth as she morphed into her own 40 foot black, red, and purple Ryu form.


 * Akanri - I might be able to catch up.
 * Krel - Ava accel u eee Akanri-Ge (Ava speed to you Akanri-Ge).
 * Akanri - Ta u eee (And to you).

As she rose into the air to search for her mate, Akanri thought grimly to herself.


 * Akanri - I just hope I get to him before anyone else does.

Meanwhile, Niyra trembeled and shook, tears spilling down form her eyes.


 * Niyra - They got me, they had me and I could do nothing about it! Nothing! I...I'm a failure...

She looked around at the destruction caused by her father and the tears began to flow even faster.


 * Niyra - He had to save me...I was so useless that everyone is going suffer because of me...

A she sat there crying a strange whispering sound came to her, it was a sound she had heard once be for, it spoke with color and light rather than sound or words, she had heard it the day she was born welcoming her into the world, it was the voice of the Vanara group mind.


 * Group Mind - What is it you wish for?
 * Niyra - I...I just want the power to stop this...
 * Group Mind - Then go, go stop what is about to happen and discover your power.

The group mind's presence left and Niyra stood up and ran over to her fathers motorcycle that had been left abandoned when he flew off. She turned on the engine and sped off.


 * Niyra - Well okay then.

Here we go again
Barda ducked as piece of transport chute flew over his head.


 * Barda - Damn that was close.
 * Brygon - Yeah, but just what is that thing?

Barda looked at the giant dragon like beast that was totaling the city.


 * Barda - Ryu form.
 * Brygon - Ryu form?
 * Barda- Arkaalin told me about it, its a mode the Vanara Six can enter under desperate circumstances, and that ones Seerkars.
 * Brygon - Well lets see how it handles void energy!
 * W'tze - No, Brygon, don't!

But Brygon had already charged up before blasting Seerkar with the attack, Seerkar simply smiled a sickening smile before absorbing a blasting the three back with the opposite of the void. In a second, it seemed reality was ripped apart, and a mealsorm of otherworthy, eldrich energy poured though, distorting the team's vieuw. W'tze did set off an essence barrier as fast as he could, but still, some of the energy streamed through. Though the mealstrom was brief and already disspeared after some seconds, the team was on their knees, breathing heavily and in shock.


 * Brygon - Wha..What the hell was that?
 * W'tze - It's Seerkar...When...When he is in Ryu form, he can neutralize essence-based attacks and then fire of the opposite.
 * Brygon - Great, warn me next time.
 * W'tze - I tried too. Holy chaos...
 * Brygon - So were going to have to use non-essence-based attacks then. Urk...This just keeps getting harder and harder.

The three looked up as Seerkar stalked towards them, something that sound disturbingly like laughter issuing from his throat as flames began to glow from within. Suddenly his head jerked to the side, his flames missing as Kossi'Valicar slammed into him. Snarling, Seerkar lashed out with his claws which Kossi evaded before taking to the air, Seerkar following him. As they watched the battle unfolding in the skies, W'tze spoke up.


 * W'tze - The question is: What could set him off like this?
 * Barda - Maybe they really are all traitors?
 * W'tze - No! I refuse to believe that!
 * Brygon - I'm sorry my friend, but I think Barda maybe is right, perhaps you did not know them as well as you thought?

This conversation was interrupted as Seerkar came crashing to the ground, Kossi landed next to him and barley avoided getting smack by Seerkars tail, but did not avoid the fist that followed, throwing him back into the others.


 * Brygon - Kossi! Are you alright?
 * Kossi - I'm fine. Just let me get back up.
 * W'tze - Ummm...

They looked up to see Seerkar charging up for another blast and this time he would not miss. He fired, white flames blasting forward only to be interrupted by a stream of purple flames as Akanri landed, her Ryu Form's tentacles flailing around, keeping the others at bay.


 * Akanri - Seerkar, enough! All of you, enough!
 * Brygon - Oh, great. Another one!?
 * Akanri - I do not wish to fight you, king of the Volver, but I will if you have truly betrayed us.
 * Brygon - What do you mean "betrayed you"?
 * Akanri - We were attacked by some of your knights, they tried to kill my daughter.
 * Brygon - Wait a second! Were they wearing red armor?
 * Akanri - *Smiles grotesquely* Kinda hard to tell as I ripped them limb from limb, but yes, I believe so.
 * Brygon - You were attacked by the Blood Knights, a rebel faction.
 * Akanri - And you have proof?
 * W'tze - What do you mean "do we have proof"?
 * Seerkar - You wanted it from us with our rebel faction.
 * W'tze - Hey! Not me, remeber?
 * Barda - Yes...But that was different.
 * Seerkar - Bullshit.

The two sides faced off again, before suddenly all the lights in the sector, at least those that that weren't broken yet, all went out. The group turned to see Niyra standing there, her yellow eye glowing now glowing brightly in a greenish-purple color, hand held out.


 * Niyra - STOP THIS NOW!

A neon beam of greenish-purple energy shot out of her hand between the two sides, forcing them apart before diapating. The two sides stared at Niyra as Seerkar and Akanri morphed back into their regular forms.


 * Kossi - Truce?
 * Seerkar - Deal.

Niyra walked over noticing that all the adults staring at her intently. And, seemingly out of no where, a tall, grey armored humanoid, had appeared from an alley-way, marching over to the group.


 * Niyra - What?
 * ??? - We need to talk....

Niyra, her parents, the others, and the mysterious newcomer had been transported to a new location. It was a temperate world, very similar to Ugandalore in many respects, but dominated by several fortresses and citadels. As the mysterious being lead them to one of the larger citadels, one could see hundreds of different species, all having different colors, but most Ugandal. They where practicing everything, from swordsmanship, to target practice, to history.


 * Niyra - What is this place?
 * Kossi - Planet Rianchot.
 * Barda - This is one of 20 training grounds for new Ultra Commandos. Koatria. Elite of the Alliance.

As the mysterious being lead the way, the trainees stopped and bowed before the group, recognizing some of their leaders.

The being lead them through a corridor, where hundreds of others where walking about, holding books, weapons and other devices, and stopping to salute the leaders. The tall being made a gesture with his hand, causing them to get back to work.

He lead into a massive elevator, and the group stepped in.


 * Niyra - So why are we here? What are we doing?
 * ??? - In due time, cadet.

His voice was steely, somewhat cold, and raspy, like he had spent too much time shouting at people.

Finally, they came to a massive office, where he took a seat behind a desk. The room itself was filled with trophies and several types of knifes and swords. He sat his elbows on the desk, and laced his claws together.


 * ??? - I am Hydarax. I train Koatria Ultra Commandos in the art of black Ops.
 * Niyra - Nice story, but why am I here?
 * Barda - That move you pulled off back there? With the radiation blast?
 * Niyra - Yeah, so?
 * W'tze - It was laced with the elemental energy.
 * Barda - In fact, the same type Koatria use.
 * Seerkar - Oh, so what your saying is, she's a potential Ultra Commando. Only question is, how?
 * Hydarax - Where was she born?
 * Akanri - How does it matter?
 * Hydarax - Knock it off with the attitude. Places like Ugandalore, any planet the Mendel inhabit, is brimming with Zaraturai's blessing. It is very strong on Matrukoris. If she was born in the City of Legends, then there is a highly likelihood she was born with these powers.
 * Seerkar - If that's the case, then what's her element?

Hydarax rose from his seat, toying with a knife he had pulled out. The others slightly bristled at it's site, while he hummed a lullaby.


 * Brygon - Well, that's what's strange, I'm not an essence expert, but I think that's a new element. Right, Barda?
 * Barda - *Nodding* Correct.
 * Hydarax - She controls the Element of Radiation.

They where silent for a long time, as Hydarax continued to hum his song.


 * Hydarax - You have 2 choices, so think long and hard. The first, you can send her to one of the many Koatria Academies, to hone her powers, or you go home with her, and pretend to live a normal life. However, if you choose the second one, she will be attacked by Darkling servants constantly, and, if she falls to corruption, it could be disastrous. Even if she washes out here, she will at least have the defenses to counteract the Dark One's manipulation.
 * Niyra - That idiot? I can take him.

Hydarax laughed, the coarse sound stinging the others' ears. He stopped suddenly and glared right at her.


 * Hydarax - Child, right now, his Brotherhood and other servants are on a war path. Andromedas, the Milky Way, the Quadrant Galaxies, this galaxy...Even Cyrannus...All are at risk for falling into his claws. Right now, Zaraturai is within a special device to amplify her telepathic powers, so as to keep Dark and his servants at bay. My brothers and sisters in the Order of Zaraturai are busy dismantling cults, only for 10 more to pop up. He could corrupt you, and you would not even know it.
 * Brygon - Come to think of it, this is her best hope. With her element awakened, Dark will turn his attention to her potential.

At that moment, W'tze's communication device beeped, causing Hydarax to hold his knife in position for stabbing. Years of combat, and sensitive ears, had made him weary of sudden noises. W'tze snorted and picked it up, putting to his ear.


 * W'tze - W'tze here, what's happening?

His face feel as he began listening. Whatever had happened, was not defiantly not good.


 * W'tze - Barda, Brygon, Kossi, we have to go. It's about Lavern...

Kossi's 4 eyes widened slightly, as he rubbed his talons together. No one could see Barda's face, but his fists clenched, and fire danced across his hands. When he spoke, his voice was tight, and husky.


 * Barda - Let's go.

They left, W'tze, Brygon and Kossi saying good-byes, but Barda was out the door without a word.


 * Seerkar - What was that about?
 * Akanri - So, Hydarax, you where saying?
 * Hydarax - I highly recommend your child receive training here. You don't want to risk a Darkling servant that can blast radiation; do you?

The 2 turned to the each other, lights colored lights flashing across their skin as they communicated. It didn't matter. Hydarax could here a pin drop on a battle field.


 * Akanri - We'll do it, in our family there is no such thing as normal.

Niyra's eyes widened slightly, as she turned to Hydarax.


 * Hydarax - Welcome to the war, cadet. You've just been drafted.

Continued in .

Into the Abyss
Anthil had successfully entered the Abyssal Realm. The skies were pitch black, but instead of finding hiself in an ocean floor-like domian, he noticed the domain's waters were very shallow. Furthermore, he saw none of the dark cyan glow he heard stories about. Anthil walked on, passing a formation of eroded, floating black rocks, seeing a group of Cyan Shifters jump off it, glearing at him, and letting out gnarling wails. While the fact that the ream's main demons, the Shifters, were alive, was surely a positive sign, Anthil could not feel his god's presence. Anthil walked further into the domain, briefly spotting more shifters amongst the way. Anthil saw the damage from the previous battles was already repaired.

Meanwhile, deeper within the domain, The Dark One known as Terikalinra sat on his new throne, guarded by his most powerful Rakar, with Black Shifters silenty climbing on the back of said throne. Xizothano Ada had been absorbed by him, Terikalinra, yet Ada's consciousness continued to linger on within his very own mind.


 * Ada - You've yet to answer my question after all these years...Teri.
 * Dark - I told you to stop calling me that.
 * Ada - Then answer my question.
 * Dark - What does it matter?
 * Ada - You chose to save me rather than end me. Why?
 * Dark - I needed more power. Nothing more. Once I've mastered your...Void Essence, I'll have my revenge on those fools.
 * Ada - Hmph. Still meddling in the affairs of the mortals. You haven't changed much.
 * Dark - Silence, you overgrown squid.
 * Ada - Hmph, still quick to anger as well.
 * Dark - Whatever. Just do not falter when I need your power. We can take back what is ours...together if we must.
 * Ada - Of course. You have my word. By the way...how is she?
 * Dark - Her? How should I know? Why should I care?
 * Ada - Heh, you know why. She's like us. Why not gain her power too? We could all become one.

Dark scratched his chin to ponder Ada's idea. He was later interrupted by Anthil, who had finally entered Dark's field of vision. Dark arose from his throne, glaring at the Volver who stood before him.


 * Ada - One of my creations? Stand down, brother.
 * Dark - May I remind you that these beasts of yours betrayed you? Not to mention they are my enemies as well.
 * Ada - This one...he's different. He is loyal to me. Hear him out.
 * Dark - What do you want, Volver?
 * Anthil - You...you are the Dark One...
 * Dark - Indeed I am. Now, who are you? Anwer me!
 * Anthil - I am Anthil Agna. I have come in search of my lord...but I see you have absorbed him. I can feel his power there. I want you to grant me with a portion of Ada's Essence. I need it to defeat Brygon.
 * Dark - You wish to take the power that I waited all these centuries...all these millennia to obtain!? The answer is no. Begone with you!
 * Anthil - I see. I have no quarrel with you, Terikalinra. But...I must have that Essence.
 * Ada - Best give the lad what he wants, Dark. This one has an entire army of loyalists...imagine an extra army at your disposal.
 * Dark - Sounds good...but I've only ever allowed one Volver near me, and that one attempted to kill me.
 * Ada - Have it your way.
 * Anthil - Fine. I'll leave. But you will regret this, demon.

Anthil turns his back on Dark, frustrated. He leaves into the void, out of Dark's sight.


 * Ada - I would recommend gaining the Blood Knights as our allies.
 * Dark - What for? Nothing the UAE can throw at us can match our combined power. Not even their lava-like allies can wistand our might.
 * Ada - They have my child, and the Chosen One on their side. Both of them possess my powers. If they can fully realize how my Essence works, they can be a threat. Not to mention your favorite Ugandalorian, Barda.
 * Dark - The actions of your spawn and your "chosen one" won't do much. Barda could be a threat, but I highly doubt it.
 * Ada - If that's not enough to sway you, what if she comes for us? It won't be hard for her to sway pupil...and the others.
 * Dark - That is your fault. If we fall to them you can only blame yourself.
 * Ada - If we had an extra army, say, one that can make use of our Essences, perhaps we can absorb her as well...become one...
 * Dark - I will THINK about it. Now, silence...I must rest. You should do the same.
 * Ada - Very well. Goodnight, Teri.

In the back of his mind, Dark growls at Ada, but lets his remark slide just this once. He closes his eyes, and meditates on the idea of an even larger army at his command.

Return
Anthil had returned to his hideout. His Knights knelt to him as he walked to his chambers. As Anthil entered, he noticed Abdon was already there. He saw various scars and burns on Abdon's skin. Anthil knew that Abdon failed.


 * Anthil - I'm assuming our false King escaped with the girl?
 * Abdon - Sire...please understand! Brygon is far more powerful than we predicted. He wiped out an entire legion of us alone.
 * Anthil - Do not fret. We have both failed in our tasks. The Dark One refused to lend me Ada's power.
 * Abdon - Curse that demon! How are we supposed to win now?
 * Anthil - Let their uneasiness occupy their time. The UAE is on the brink of war with the Hive of Mirus, the Vanara Singularity, and a few other empires. We can take out other assets to their forces though.
 * Abdon - As you wish sire.
 * Blood Knight - Sire! We have reports that the UAE are heading for Volcanis. They mean to hold a funeral in Lavern's honor. Shall we strike them there sire?
 * Abdon - It would be an exellent opportunity. Maybe we can take Magmoss out too!
 * Anthil - No. Let them mourn. We my be "traitors", but we are still Volver. Our Code of Honor forbids such an act. They can have that day to themselves.
 * Abdon - You are right, sir.

Anthil sits at his desk, looking at a map of the galaxies within the Gigaquadrant.

Memorial
Days after Seerkar's rampage, the UAE and other allies arrive on Volcanis. The temperature and atmosphere there was inhospitable for many races who arrived, such as the Soldarians. These races had to wear suits to survive. There was a grand turn out for the event. Every Lavatuft on the planet was there, all of them had their heads bowed as the UAE's leaders got up on the stage. Lavern's body was completely obsidian now, as it law on a slab of purified rock. The Leaders all took their seats, many of them wearing black armor and clothing, as a custom of their own race's funerals. Magmos, Lavern's only son, was standing near his father's body. His many sisters were standing beside him.


 * Magmos - My loyal subjects. We are gathered here today to honor a man who literally shaped our empire. If it were not for his labors, none of us would be here today. If my allies here would like to say a few words about my father, please go ahead.

Magmos sat down next to his sisters, as Brygon rose to the podium. The other allies followed him, in order to sag their thoughts in succession.


 * Brygon - Lavern...was a brilliant man. I may not have gotten to know him as well as the other leaders here, but I know that he and my father shared a very close bond but now...I'm sure they are both in a better place.
 * Oskel - Lavern was once an enemy of mine. But as this universe changed, so did our relationship. The man fought like no one else. His strength brought out the jealousy of our foes. He is to never be forgotten.
 * Si'daal - I could say a lot about Lavern. He was loud mouthed, arrogant, brash, and always turned every room into a sauna when he walked in. But those were the charms that made him our good friend. Always had something to laugh about, and was always there when it mattered most.
 * Pulporius - This man was most definitely one of our strongest. I certainly would have never set foot on the battlefield if he was on the opposing side. My people respond to strength and power, and Lavern had plenty of it. You could always rely on him to back you up in a fight.
 * Thruth - I remember Lavern not only for his strenth, with I, as a frail San'Yam envied at times, but also for his personality. When I was meditating, he might just walk in, just to have a chat. He ancouraged others to give their best, and I must admit, when facing the fould Infectants, that really did help me bail me trough. I remeber Lavern as someone who'd bring rigtheous fury on his foes, but never once allowing wrath smother his soul. He cleansed our foes with the holiest of fires, as an fiery guardian angel who never faltered when we were in need of him. Spode bless Lavern's soul.
 * Besta - I did not know Lavern personally, but I did know of him, enough to know that he was one of the greatest warriors this universe has ever seen and that few will ever come close, indeed I have little doubt that he could stand against even our fiercest DaiKaiju.
 * Kossi - I did not have much time to know the warrior called Lavern, and I thoroughly regret it. While the Multus Esse did not encourage aggression, he had the right kind of aggression. It never consumed him, he never harmed and innocent, and he risked his life to defend others. I believe he was one of the finest warriors to ever fight at my side, and I was honored to know him.
 * Averil - I may not be the leader of my kind, but I had to speak about this guy. Lavern was no doubt the only guy in this here universe that could actually scare me. When I first saw 'im on the battlefield back in the old wars, I reconsidered what side I wanted to be on. Lavern was more that jus' a lava tank, he was a good friend to me, even when the others didn't exactly trust me.
 * Conscerto - Lavern died on the homeworld of my people, fighting off those Volver renegade scumbags, and hell he did it good! He gave them hell, literally. He will go down the history of our people not only as a hero, but as a savior as well! My kind will never forget Lord Lavern...Lord Lavern the Hero!
 * W'tze - Conscerto...thanks for these kind words. Magmos...it is true what you said. I knew Lavern well, and let me tell you this: he was not afraid to die. He knew death would come to him eventually, and in the meantime, he wanted to shine. He wanted to prove that he did exist. He knew that, by doing the heroic, selfless...deeds he did do, he would make an impact on the future. No...not simply in something vaguelike the future. He knew that he could make an positive impact in the future of all of us...He might be gone, but his ideals, his fierce spirit continues to shine, and that spirit...that spirit will surely be passed to others. I...my peole believe that one never truly dies, and that one's spirit lingers on in the new generations, and the generations to come...That's the sole reason I can cope with Lavern's death...I believe...Lavern's spirit has become part of us. In us, his spirit to blaze on. And that...that means he's living, right?

W'tze stepped down, in tears, now too emotional to speak. Barda patted his friend on the shoulder to reassure him, and then spoke himself.


 * Barda - Lavern, was, for all intents and purposes, a true warrior, but he was more then that. He was a kind friend, a father, and protector to all those in need. When Torscka died, he gave his elemental control of fire to me. I did not know how to control it, but Lavern thaugt me how to harness it. No, he did more than that. He thaugt me to use my elental control of fire in ways my poeple had not yet discovered. *Fire blazing around him* I swear, I shall turn my soldiers and my finest towards finding those who did this, but, for now, we shall honor him, and, I shall declare him Uzo'Tinatha, a Ugandal in spirit and heart. Now, I believe his heart rests with the honored dead, in the great beyond.


 * Magmos - Thank you. Your words mean a lot to me and my sisters.
 * Chaplain - My lord, it is time for the ceremony.
 * Magmos - Of course.

Magmos stood, walking over to his father's body. His sisters stood and formed a half-circle around him. The UAE was about to witness an ancient Lavatuft ceremony that no other outsiders have ever seen. Magmos raised his hand above Lavern's chest, making a fist. He suddenly drives his fist through Lavern's chest, smashing his now obsidian skin. The UAE members gasp in shock as Magmos rips out a glowing orange sphere from Lavern's chest cavity. It resembled a miniature sun, it's energy could be felt surging through the air. It was Lavern's Core. It was still beating, like a heart. Magmos held the core to his chest, allowing it so merge with him. It entered his chest, and fused itself to Magmos' core. The Lavatufts in the crowd cheered as Magmos let out a heated roar. The UAE leaders look around, confused, not exactly sure what was going on.

After the funeral, the leaders went into Magmos's castle. They talked a bit before asking Magmks about the ceremony.


 * Truth - So what was that ritual you did with Lavern's heart?
 * Magmos - Ah, yes. You see, Lavatufts have Cores, not hearts. Our core powers us, allowing us to live much longer than most of you in this room. It also acts as our "DNA", for lack of a better word. Me and my sisters were created from portions of our parent's cores. After our first few months if life, we generate our own cores. By fusing my core with my father's, I gain his powers and abilities. Everything down to his very strength. This adds to my own, of course. I'm literally at least 2.5 times stronger than he was.
 * W'tze - *Smiles faintly* So, I was right for a part...
 * Barda - I'm assuming Lavern did that with your grandfather, right?
 * Magmos - Why, of course. My family is quite powerful, each generation is stronger than the previous one.
 * Pulporius - Fasinating.

The leaders continue their discussion as nightfall arrived. They did mourn the loss of their friend, but they also celebrated in his memory.

Another Attempt
After the funeral, the leaders head their separate ways. A few them return to Matrukoris to scan the galaxy for any activity from rebels. Oskel, Si'daal, and their daughter Ta'lia arrived back on Farmia. It was night time. The air was cool, at least as cool as it could possibly be on such an arid grassland planet. The three arrived at the palace, walking through the large marble doors held open by their royal guards. Another Antroth approached Oskel, clad in armor. He was Commander Shal, a respected leader and warrior among their people.


 * Shal - King Oskel, sir. You are needed at the military base. He have recent reports of rebel activity we need you to look at.
 * Oskel - Shal, can this not wait until the morning? I have just arrived from a funeral.
 * Shal - I understand sir, but this is urgent. We need you there tonight.
 * Si'daal - Go ahead Oskel. I'll see you in the morning.
 * Oskel - Alright dear.

Oskel kisses Si'daal, then his daughter's forehead. He nods to Shal as he makes his way back outside. Shal eagerly follows him. The guards shut the doors to the palace. Si'daal carries Ta'lia down the hall to the royal chambers.


 * Ta'lia - Mama?
 * Si'daal - Yes, dear?
 * Ta'lia - What happened to that man? The lava man?
 * Si'daal - He...he died Ta'lia. Don't ask anymore questions about it, okay?
 * Ta'lia - Yes, mama.

Si'daal bathed Ta'lia for a few minutes before readying her for bed. She held Ta'lia's hand, leading her exhausted child to her bedroom. Halfway down the hall, Si'daal stopped suddenly. She pointed her nose into the air. She could smell a foreign sent nearby. She knew it was a Volver. She looked down at Ta'lia, who didn't notice the smell and was weary eyed. Si'daal knelt down.


 * Si'daal - Ta'lia. Can you do something for mama?
 * Ta'lia - Okay...but I'm very sleepy mama.
 * Si'daal - I understand that. I need you to go find papa okay? Can you do that?
 * Ta'lia - Okay mama. But you owe me a new toy when I get back.

Si'daal chuckled as her daughter walked off to the military base. Si'daal turned her attention to her office. The smell of Volver flesh was familiar to her. Especially the scent of a Volver who kills Antroths. She carefully opened her office doors. She walked forward, attempting to grab her staff. In an instant, Anthil dropped from the ceiling, almost stabbing Si'daal. She had jumped out of the way just in time. Anthil chuckled as he rose from his crouched position. Si'daal stared at him, analyzing his scent.


 * Si'daal - I smell the blood of my people on you, Volver. It's been a while since if smelled those two scents mix.
 * Anthil - I recall. I know the false king's father, King Glynn, had a natural talent for killing your kind.
 * Si'daal - I'm not going to talk about history with a traitor. Begone, or I shall take your life.
 * Anthil - Not so fast. I'm not leaving here without your head, queen.
 * Si'daal - My head? What purpose would killing me serve?
 * Anthil - It is my understanding that you're on of the best healers the UAE's got. As well as your specialty on defense-based magic and essence. You're quite the threat.
 * Si'daal - I see. I suppose there is no reasoning with you. However, you won't be surviving this fight.
 * Anthil - Tough words from a dead woman.

Anthil draws his blade and shield as Si'daal rushes for her staff. Anthil springs forward and slams into her with is shield. Si'daal smashes into her bookcase, but shake off the damage. She blasts a pulse of Essence at Anthil, pushing him back a bit. He continues forward attempting to cut her, but her exoskeleton is too tough for his blade to even dent. Si'daal makes use of her speed and flexibility to dodge anymore attacks, striking Anthil with quick jabs and kicks. Anthil grabs her leg and slams her into a wall. He then grabs her by the neck and throws her across the room. Anthil draws a small dagger. The dagger had ancient Volver runes on it and glowed cyan. Si'daal managed to reach her staff, amplifying her essence power. She instantly let off a shockwave of electricity, as it seemed to be effective on Volver before. Anthil manages to walk through the attack unscathed. Si'daal was shocked to see Anthil resist her powers. She began to blast him with mana energy, and other forms of Essence she knew. Anthil simply slashed through the attacks with his dagger, before throwing it at Si'daal. The dagger pierced right through Si'daal's shoulder joint, shattering the exoskeleton surrounding her collarbone. Si'daal attempted to remove the dagger, but could not pull it out. Anthil rushed her with devastating attacks, damaging her exoskeleton badly. Her soft, smooth lavender skin could be seen through the cracks of her hard outer shell.

More Blood Knights entered the room, surrounding Si'daal. She created a force field around herself, blocking all attacks from them. As time pressed on, her essence began to diminish. The force field shattered, causing Si'daal to fall to her knees. Anthil kicked her before stabbing her in the knee. He wanted to make sure she couldn't escape. Her blood began to pool beneath her.


 * Anthil - Hmph, this reminds me of how Lavern was bleeding out.
 * Si'daal - [coughs] It...it was YOU!?
 * Anthil - What? Lavern's death? Yes, it's quite a big notch on my belt if I do say so myself.
 * Si'daal - That's all he was to you? A notch!? You son of a bitch!
 * Anthil - Now now, I didn't call your mother names now, did I? Enough of this. Pray to your false gods. I shall deliver you to Ada post haste.
 * Si'daal - Please don't...I have a daughter to look after!
 * Anthil - You act as if that's supposed to sway my heart. We Volver cared little for others during the old days. I follow that code. And you will still die.

Suddenly, Oskel rushes in and rams Anthil with his hard shoulder. Anthil grunts as he is pushed into a wall. The other Blood Knights draw their attention towards him. Oskel smirks and draws his Exoblade. The blade extends like a whip, allowing him to easily cut down Anthil's minions.


 * Oskel - Traitorous scum. How about you pick on someone your own size!?

Anthil stood, chuckling. He reached his arm out, pulling another dagger from his hip.


 * Anthil - Excellent. Both of you are here. What a treat!


 * Oskel - You dare enter this palace and harm my queen!? I shall put you down without fail!


 * Si'daal - Oskel! He's very powerful! He's the one who killed Lavern!


 * Oskel - What!?


 * Anthil - That's right. And I can't wait to have the pleasure of killing you two!

Anthil charges right for Oskel. Oskel extends the Exoblade again and whips it towards Anthil. Anthil dodges the blade and springs forward even faster. Oskel draws his Enchanted Blade and transforms it into a war hammer. He strikes Anthil, who blocks it immediately. Anthil strikes Oskel with his sword but again, his exoskeleton was too tough to break. Oskel head buts him before stabbing Anthil with the Exoblade. Oskel allows Anthil to stumble, before whipping him back to him. As Anthil is forced back to Oskel, He draws his dagger and plunges it into Oskel's side. Oskel grunted, staggering a bit. He swings his Enchanted blade, cutting Anthil deep across his chest. Anthil springs backwards, dislodging the Exoblade from himself. The two stare each other down as they both catch their breath. Oskel then whips the Exoblade at Anthil again, who simply slashes it in half with his sword. Oskel growled, seeing his trusty weapon dismembered. Oskel then threw his enchanted blade, as it would return to him like a boomerang. Anthil dodged the blade by moving to the side slightly, then grabbed the handle. Anthil now was wielding it. Oskel's eyes widened.


 * Anthil - Another weapon to add to my arsenal.


 * Oskel - But How!? The blade responds to my energy signature alone!


 * Anthil - It doesn't matter, you're already dead.

Anthil springs forward again. Before Oskel could even draw his tomahawks, Anthil drove the enchanted blade right through Oskel's chest. It burned within him as Oskel groaned in pain. Si'daal screamed as she watched Oskel fall to his knees. Anthil smiled, having avenged his many fallen comrades. The enchanted blade, the Chatil is of Antroth design. It can easily slice through an Antroth's exoskeleton and even into their deeper tissues and internal skeleton.


 * Si'daal - You monster!


 * Anthil - Don't get restless Si'daal. You'll be joining him soon enough. I forgot how satisfying it was to kill an Antroth. You were once prey for us Volver you know. "Frogs eat Bugs" if I'm quoting one of those humans correctly.


 * Si'daal - You won't get away with this!


 * Anthil - I already have.

Anthil began to pull the blade from Oskel's body. Before he finished though, Oskel sprang back up, grabbing Anthil's arm and digging his claws deep into his forearm. Anthil panicked for a second, he had assumed Oskel was dead. Oskel pulled the blade deeper into himself, causing his blood to gush out. Anthil's hand was almost into Oskel's chest at this point.


 * Anthil - What are you doing! You would drive this blade deeper into your chest!? Do you want to die fool!?


 * Oskel - I am not afraid to die! But if I am to die this day...I'm taking you with me!


 * Anthil - [Begins to pull way from Oskel] How so? You're bleeding out. You don't have much time left.


 * Oskel - That's where you're wrong. Antroth blood, especially male Antroth blood, is basically a very potent acid.


 * Anthil - What!?

Anthil looked down at his hand. He noticed the flesh on his hand began to boil off slowly. Anthil began to howl in pain. he tried to pull way, but all that did was drive Oskel's claws deeper into his forearm. Oskel nodded towards Si'daal, and she nodded back. Si'daal managed to crawl on her hands and her one good knee over to Oskel and Anthil. She pounced on Anthil's back, bearing her fangs. She drove her fangs deep into Anthil's now exposed neck. Anthil's blood began to pour as well. Oskel glared Anthil in the eye, holding him in place. For once, Anthil actually felt fear. He spead his large wings and sprang upwards towards the ceiling. He slammed Si'daal into the ceiling, causing her to loose her grip. Si'daal fell to the floor, unable to move. Oskel dangled in the air as Anthil continued to stai airborne with his powerful wings. Oskel could no longer hold on and lost his grip as well, falling to the floor. The blade remained lodged in his chest however. Anthil's left hand was completely gone, melted away by Oskel's blood. He roared in rage and tried to swoop down on Oskel. Oskel however, managed to stand up, dislodging the dagger from his side, and threw it right into Anthil's visor. The dagger blinded him for the moment, causing him to crash into the nearby desk. Oskel fell to his knees again, then to his stomach, unable to move. Anthil stood once more, ripping the dagger from his visor. Suddenly, Ta'lia walked into the room, drawing the attention of all three combatants.


 * Ta'lia - Mama, can I have my toy now?
 * Si'daal - Ta'lia! Get out of here!
 * Oskel - I thought I told you to stay at the military base with Shal!
 * Ta'lia - I got bored, papa. Plus, I'm sleepy.
 * Anthil - Is this your daughter? She certainly looks a lot like you, Si'daal.
 * Si'daal - Leave her out of this!
 * Anthil - Oh no. This is perfect. I can end the royal Antroth family right here. Who will be your heir once she's dead, Si'daal?
 * Oskel - Ta'lia, run! This man wants to hurt you!
 * Ta'lia - Huh?

In an instant, Anthil sprang towards Ta'lia, sword drawn. He slashed her with a downward arc, but Ta'lia managed to block it with her forearm. Ta'lia screamed in fear, causing her to blast Anthil back with a devastating amount of Dark Energy. Anthil groaned as he attempted to stand again. Ta'lia glared at him, surrounding herself in a dark aura. Si'daal and Oskel widened their eyes in shock. Anthil charged her again, but Ta'lia blasted him out of the window with little effort. Anthil hovered outside the window using his wings. He glared at the three Antroths, knowing he would not get to claim their lives that day. He flew off into the distance at high speed. The royal guard and medics began to flood the room a few seconds later. All they saw was bloodied weapons, dead Blood Knights, and the entire Royal Family unconscious.

Enter of the Hegemony
Matrukoris was sprawling with energy. Why, it always was, but this day was different. Today, the air was filled with anticipation. The Unified Alliance of Enlightenment was expecting a guest, and a for a very special reason at that.

The streets had been cleaned, and in each sector, banners hung, each depicting the heraldry of the races that inhabited the sector mostly, and the symbol of element that the sector represented. For example, in Sector Ta, the Sector of Fire, banners bearing the heraldry of the fiery Lavatufts hung, combined with reddish-orange banners with flaming patterns, representing fire. In Sector Ga, ocean blue banners, representing water, were omnipresent, as well as banners depicting the heraldry of the Spikron, Zackan, and Volver people.

All the way from the gates of the Cornucopia to the the conference room in the central spire itself, stood legions of the the all-male Olympians and the convents of the all-female Vahallans. From Sectors Ga and Ba to the Cornucopia’s gates, stood a massive crowd, mingled with hundreds of Ughandalorian Clone compagnies, and even more Waptorian Bio-Soldier packs.

In orbit hung a massive fleet, ready to hail their special guests, though their weapons were locked down, so to evoke at less aggression as possible. From the turuly ancient and large Multus Esse ships to the organic ships of the Waptoria, the massive fleets of the Soldarians and Holon Nation, to the small frigates and strike craft of the NOVA Alliance, all were present.

All were waiting.

Waiting for their special guest to arrive.

And arrive they did, presisely at scelude.

In a moment, an entire Hegemony fleet dropped out of hyperspace, nearing Matrukoris. Symbolically, they did not stop before the fleet of the UAE, but instead, mingled with them as well. Then, down from the HSS "Crack the Sky" came a Thunderhawk dropship, with raced further towards Matrukoris, sailing around the main spaceport of Sector Ba and setting landing in the smaller, more rural spaceport of Sector Ga. As it set down, the doors slid open and out stepped Commander Marius, flanked by a fireteam of Doom Eagle Astartes. They were soon met in kin by en escort team of Queen's Children, their master-crafted pink and gold armor glinting in the light. Upon seeing Marius and his Superwarriors, the Queen's Children's Ahrat, Elegand'r, smiled in his usual way. As he stepped forwards to greet Marius, he did throw his exquisite cape behind him.


 * Elegand'r - Ah, Commander Marius, I presume?
 * Marius - Indeed. '’m honored to be there on this special day.
 * Elegand'r - My pleasure. Indeed, this day is a special one. Please, follow me.

Marius nods, and gestures to his escort to follow him. Elegand’r and Marius take seat in a fine-tuned skycap, while the Doom Eagles and the other Queen's Children take place in the Children's landspeeders. As they begin to ride forwards, Marius notices the exited crowds.


 * Marius - What's up with them? They really look anticipated.
 * Elegand'r - They are. These citizens are citizens of Matrukoris. They feel themselves citizens of the Unified Alliance of Enlightenment much more than the regular citizens of their respective empires. And it’s been a while ever since we’ve got a new member that immediately decides to visit us only days after their original membership was signed on the new member's homeworld, so of course they are exited.

As they progress further, Marius notices the cheering hordes of Waptoria Bio-Soldiers. Both he and Elegand'r smiled. Waptoria were always a tad different than others. However, upon setting sight of the Federation Clone Legions, Marius' eyes darkened. They, together with the Drodo, had been the Hegemony's main foes dring the early and mid Great Deceiver War, before the Dominatus manipulation was discovered.

However, as Marius was thinking, the escort squadron went though a large gateway, the gateway connoting Sector Ga to the Cornucopia. Instead of having mangroves, lakes and waterfalls around them, the escort now found themselves in a totally new environnement. They now found themselves in a meowed valley, that went in a circle-shape around the central spire. On the upper sides of the valley, rustic, ancient-looking houses could be seen, walkways contacting house to house, and to the central platform-plazas, with in turn had walkways leading down to the many parks found at the valley’s bottom. Upon entering the the Cornucopian Sector, Elegand'r had his vehicle live up to the true meaning of the word skycar, and it, with the Land Speeders following it, rose into the air, giving a breathtaking overview.


 * Elegand'r - Magnificent...I never get enough of this vieuw...
 * Marius - Yes, quite magnificent indeed.

Soon enough, the skycar and landspeeders touched down on one of the central spire's landing balconies. The Queen's Children opened the doors of their vehicles, allowing the Doom Eagles to get out. Marius and Elegand'r did the same. Taking only his personal bodyguard with his, the Phoenix Guard, Elegand'r escorted him further to the conference room. On the way, Marius noticed not only Queen's Children, but various other members of various Olympian Legions standing guard as well. However, while he knew well about the Olympians and their abilities, he did not know they seemingly possessed female counterparts.


 * Marius - *Gesturing at the Vahallans* So, who are these woman?
 * Elegand'r - Vahallans. Our all-female counterparts, if you will. Dedicated to re-educating freshly-liberated worlds, as well as keeping peace between the many religions that exist within our territory.
 * Marius - Say, by design, a majority of their basic forces look like jetpack troopers.
 * Elegand'r - You must be getting at the Valkyries. Yes, their jetpacks are of an interesting design, isn't it? Part jump jet, part anti-grav wing. And it worked out just fine.
 * Marius - *Gesticulates at his own Doom Eagle guard* Yes, the Doom Eagles specialize in decimating Jump Pack Attacks. Their armor is big and bulky and their Jet Packs take up a lot of space.
 * Elegand'r - Olympian armor is just as big, though smoother, as you know. However Vahallan armor is skin-tight and designed to take out as less space as possible.
 * Marius - Different design philosophies I suppose.
 * Elegand'r - Different design philosophies indeed. Though, I must admit, it's a thing were I'm interested in.

The walked for a bit more, surprisingly passing the large Conference room, and entering a small hallway next to it. There no, Olympians nor Vahallans could be found. Instead, the royal guard of the various member races, from the Royal Knights of the Volver, and the Chosen Blood-Bearers of the Ughandalorian, to the Bio-Justicars of the Waptoria Alliance and the the Sanctuary Guard of the Mirusian Church of Spode, stood at attention, watching the entrance intently. A few Bio-Justicars nodded at Elegand'r and he smiled back, but the rest stayed stern and ever viligant. Two Multus Esse Disciples opened up the door, as Eleg&nd'r gestured Marius to enter.

As the doors closed behind him, Marius found himself in a quite cosy room, not exactly what he'd expected. There were sofas, cushions, and carpets all around, and a warm fire burned in a pit. Next to him were the statutes of 2 beings: One Lavatuft and one Ughandalorian. Marius knew ho they were. One was once the famous Federation leader, Ughandalore the Great, and the other no doubt had to be the newly-deceased Lavatuft ruler, Lord Lavern. In the back of the room, were a row of another 4 statutes, each representing a now-deceased Volver King: Holreb, Zirux, Gartoom, and most prominently, Glynn. Near a makeshift spodist altar on the upper balcony were another 2, representing the Holy Prophets of Sincerity and Honesty.

Marius looked around further. It was not as much as a true conference room as a place were some good friends would spar together other and remember their fallen comrades. As Marius Walked forward, a Raptoranean, quite like Elegand'r in look, but less handsome and somewhat older-looking, walked up to him.


 * W'tze - Ah, Marius! That has been a long time, hasn't it?
 * Marius - Quite so.

As they talked, W'tze guided him towards the circle of sofas, were Conscerto, the Holon Overlord, Pulprious, Besta, Magmos, Barda Clett, Brygon, Kossi'Valicar, and Si'daal were waiting. Finally, on is hoverthrone, eyes closed, and meditating, sat the High Prophet of Truth, the surviving co-ruler of the other 2 deceased prophets. As W'tze sat down, Conscerto whisked Marius to an empty sofa.


 * Conscerto - So, Commander Marius, what are you exactly? Planetary or fleet commander?
 * Marius - Commander is more of a formal title. I am the Head of State for the Hegemony.
 * Conscerto - I see! Interesting!

He then walked to a small bar under the balcony, and then came back with 2 drinks. One, he passed to Marius, while he himself slipped from the second, a cocktail.


 * Si'daal - This isn't a beach, Conscerto.
 * Conscerto - I know, Si'daal, but does that mean that I can't wear my favorite sunglasses or drink cocktails?
 * W’tze - Let's hope not, otherwise that would mean I swap my favorite Hawaiian t-shirt for something else. Not that I've a problem with being bare-chested. Of course, Solid apparently has, but that's not my problem.

The group all laughed, before W'tze took at look at various empty sofas near Marius' one.


 * W'tze - I called to Sago Kingdom and te Hegemony’s allies during the Great Deceiver war; that is, the Cathonian Collective, D'ajhiirian Empire and the Duthidania, but no one responded. Could it be…That they were anhilliated by the Drakodominatus Tyranny during the Great Tyrannic War?
 * Marius - Let us hope not, they were good allies.
 * Barda - And the Cathonians did put up a good fight for the Federation.

It was silent for a while, before Marius went to the meat of the matter.


 * Marius - So, weve been getting reports of attacks out here in Mirus. Care to elaborate on those reports?
 * Kossi - Well, they’re not really attacks per se. More like uprisings. Unrest. Feuds of Faith. Revolts, even.
 * Barda - Brygon’s empire, the Volver, did send us aid before.However they were infiltrated by an organization known as the Blood Knights
 * Brygon - *grimly* They are a remnant of a former Volver Rebel Group known as The Crimson Sons. We thought we defeated them and their "god" a while ago, but clearly this particular group wants revenge for that.
 * W'tze - What the Blood Knights basically do is set up bases on planets, cause unrest, and then use that to massacre soldiers and helpless civilians alike to sake their thirst for revenge.
 * Si'daal - You can take that thirst literally, some have developed some pretty vampiristic and cannibalistic tendencies. I can know.
 * Marius - What are their naval capabilities? We need to know so we can properly counter any further incursions made by this group.
 * Brygon - They posess a Volver fleet of their own, but it is enhaced with Nebulorian technology, making them far more dangerous.
 * W'tze - Nebulorians, for the reference, were an extra-universal race in service to the same thing the Blood Knights serve. They died out but their eldrich technology still remains.
 * Marius - Problematic. And ground troops. What about them?
 * Brygon - Well, you have the highly-trained Blood Knights themselves, and renegade Volver Marines that serve them.
 * Marius - How has the alliance been holding up so far? The Blood Knights can't be the only threat.
 * Besta - Indeed they aren't. These are also a racist separatist group of my kind that call themselves the Vanara Singularity. They are not much of a threat though, being only able to deal damage to outposts and space stations.
 * W'tze - Oh, before I forget, there’s also the Hive of Mirus.
 * Marius - The Hive of Mirus?
 * W'tze - A while ago, the Waptoria Alliance absorbed a new race. But, due to the feud of faith Kossi mentioned earlier, a civil war nearly erupted inside the Waptoria. It was resolved, however, with the most extremistic members of both leaving. The Aktheist extremists aren't a problem, they just want to be left alone. The Exillist extremists, on the other hand have formed a tyrannic teiocracy that actively seeks to subjugate the Waptoria, and calls itself the Hive of Mirus.
 * Marius - Ok, so how is the Alliance doing? Are they gaining ground agansit their enemies?
 * Pulporious - Against the Hive of Mirus and the Vanara Singularity we are doing fairly well, but the Blood Knights seem to slip out out our grasp again and again.

Marius sat down, in thought. Some moments later, he spoke again.


 * Marius - So what do you want us to do?
 * Magmos - Aid in the search of the Hive of Mirus and the Vanara Singularity. The Blood knights are personal. I will avenge amy father's death.
 * Si'daal - Magmos, I understand you are distressed by your father's death, but the Blood Knights are the most dangerous organization of them all. Surely we need every bit of support we can get.
 * Pulporious - Who known what they have yet in stock for us? They are more dangerous than they seem.
 * Magmos - ...Right. Send a small amount of support shall come with us then. And Marius himself, if he wishes.
 * Marius - Roger that. We'll dispatch the Gray Knights and a squad of Commandos.
 * Kossi - That is noted. Anything else to discuss?
 * Marius - I don't think so.
 * Conscerto - Aye. It's late now, so how about you come sleep here? Wail, I'll show you…

Conscerto and Marius left, as W'tze yawned, then curled himself up to feutal position.


 * W'tze - Urg...Sleepy...
 * Kossi - *Chuckles* Well, maybe it's better we get all to bed too...

An old Enemy's Visit
(Caligustus notices the increased amount of activity in the Hegemonic Mirusian Colonies and descides to "pay them a visit")

(The Imperium of War and the Zarbanian powers attack the Hegemony's Mirusian capital)

Counterstrike
(Hegemony Superwarriors, UAE Olympians and UAE Vahallans team up to purge the Zarbanian world from with the attack is launched, fighthing trough Darkling and Destruvawar Cults among the way)

Hunting
Meanhile, Oskel and Shal were at central command back on Farmia. The building resembled the Pentigon on Earth, though it was made out of smooth sandstone and reinforced by steel. Oskel entered the command room where Shal was waiting for him. Averil was across the table from Shal, leaning against one of the steel support beams.


 * Oskel - Averil? what are you doing here?


 * Averil - Same reason you're here.


 * Oskel - What? I do not understand...


 * Shal - Sir..we..we managed to find where the Blood Knights are stationed.


 * Oskel - What!?


 * Shal - Yes. One of our scout ships tracked a Blood Knight pilot back to one of their hideouts...he managed to radio us the coordinates..but he was shot down soon after.


 * Oskel - Damn them.


 * Shal - We got enough info to triangulate the area where their hideout could be.


 * Oskel - We must tell our allies at once!


 * Averil - Won't matter. The UAE are currently fighting in another battle.


 * Oskel - Who isnt in the battle?


 * Shal - The Soldarians and us sir. Everyone else is focusing on backing up our forces in the battle.


 * Oskel - Even the Lavatufts?


 * Shal - Yes sir.


 * Oskel - We dont have enough support. Even with the Soldarians backing us up.


 * Shal - Averil, what about your people? Can they lend us aid?


 * Averil - I aint gonna talk to them. Blood Knights are no Blood Knights.


 * Oskel - They are allied with the Waptoria right?


 * Averil - Yeah, though I'm not even part of their republic anymore. But...there is a race that can help us out.


 * Oskel - Dont tell me...


 * Shal - Averil...no


 * Averil - C'mon. it's not like there's anyone else that'll help.


 * Oskel - Fine...i'll tell Si'daal the news.

Oskel leaves the command center and returns to the palace. He enters Si'daal's throne room. She was sitting on her throne with Ta'lia asleep in her lap. Oskel approached her, and wispered Averil's idea into her ear. She looked at him with widened eyes. She then glared at him, shaking her head in disapproval. Oskel sighed, and told her that it was the only way to get enough support. Si'daal nodded soon after, and walked into the communications room of the palace.

Si'daal stood at the projector screen while Oskel sat down and typed in commands for the communications channel. The screen began to project the channel, though it was mainly static for a full minute. Averil walked into the room shortly after the screen's picture cleared up. It was Ziskin, King of the Biskin. he was reclining in his office chair. The chair was a dark blue and looked like leather. his office had signs of the cold temperatures of his homeworld, as the ceiling above him was covered in ice. He looked at Si'daal, Oskel, and Averil. He smirked and chuckled a bit. His face was obscured as always, covered by his mask.


 * Ziskin - Well well. Look who it is.


 * Si'daal - Cut the crap Ziskin. We..we need your help.


 * Ziskin - My help? you must be pretty desprerate if you need MY help.


 * Oskel - Look..the UAE are facing some tough times right now and their are rabellions popping up everywhere.


 * Ziskin - Doesn't sound like my problem.


 * Si'daal- Oh..but it is.


 * Ziskin - What?


 * Oskel - There is a Faction known as the Blood Knights. They are a group formed from the broken remains of the Crimson Sons. But..they are without honor.


 * Ziskin - "Without Honor"? I thought the Crimson Sons were still "honorable" by Volver standards.


 * Averil - Ziskin, their leader killed Lavern.


 * Ziskin - They...what? How?


 * Averil - He had a Waternan cannon. Blasted Lavern over seven times. Not to mention these guys have been reported to kill civillians and preform acts of cannibalism.


 * Ziskin - Look, i still dont see what this has to do with me.


 * Oskel - They are most likely coming for you. They are still Volver at heart and dispise your people. And if they managed to take down Lavern, i doubt you'll stand a chance alone.

Ziskin scratched his chin for a bit. He sighed and rubbed his hand across his forehead.


 * Ziskin - Alright. I'll be arriving on Matukoris shortly. I will meet you there to discuss things further.


 * Si'daal - Thank you Ziskin.


 * Ziskin - Don't mention it...I'd hate to see the UAE fall.


 * Si'daal - Since..since when did you care if it fell?


 * Ziskin - I have my reasons. See you all shortly.

The transmission ended. Si'daal sighed heavily and hang her head low. Oskel put his arm around her, sighing as well. Averil rolled his eyes and left the room, heading for the palace's landing pad, as his ship was docked there. They soon followed him, boarding his ship and taking off.

A New Ally
Krel was bored to say the least, she had been searching for the Vanara Singularity for about a week now and had found nothing. Krel turned to her sensor officer.


 * Krel - Anything?
 * Officer - Nope, notta, and nothin.
 * Krel - Well they are still Vanara and that means they know how to avoid being found if they want to.
 * Officer - Wait a minute though I'am getting something, its a small, but decent sized fleet and their haulen ass.
 * Krel - On screen.

They were shown a view of several small to medium sized red, orange, and brown ships speeding towards them.


 * Krel - Open communications.
 * Officer - Communications open.
 * Krel - Hello, this is the commander of the Vanara Empire ship drove Bloody Tears Krel speaking, who are you?
 * ??? - Thank the Eliven, this is Meicor the Halouny of the Boyk Nomads speaking were being chased by a hostile enemy fleet will you help us?
 * Krel - A hostile fleet, could it be?

A flash of green and silver as a fleet of ships exited Accel Drive was her answer, and as far as she knew only one other faction had that kinda of drive system.


 * Krel - The Singularity, this Krel to Meicor we will most definitely help you out.
 * Meicor - That's great! Give us some time to regroup and we'll back you up.
 * Krel - Right, Bloody Tears Drove attack!

The two fleets went at it plasma blasts flying around, masers slicing through hull, and occasionally the living ships themselves would lock fangs. How long this went on no one knew, but neither was able to break the other they were too evenly matched. However once they had regrouped the Boyk turned around and struck from the side allowing the Bloody Tears Drove to surge forward and break the enemy formation scattering them. By the time the Singularity fleet was able to regroup, their numbers had become too thinned out to put up much of a fight and turned tail and ran.


 * Officer - Should we give chase?
 * Krel - No let them go we have our new friends to tend to.
 * Meicor - Well if you want to know where their going we put a tracking beacon on them
 * Krel - Ingenious, put them on screen.

The screen showed a bipedal, wolfish creature, with long russet fur.


 * Meicor - Hello their glad we can see your face.
 * Krel - Its a pleasure, say why don't you come to our alliances capital of Matrukoris for repairs and what not.
 * Meicor - Thank you! By the way we noticed a very large amount of radiation coming from your ships is that you?
 * Krel - Yes it is, we very radioactive and this can make it dangerous for others to be around us.
 * Meicor- That shouldn't be a problem we have a very high radiation tolerance and you are well within our tolerance levels.
 * Krel - Fantastic, Matrukoris here we come!

Contemplation
Gridlock could hardly contain his excitement. For years, he had gathered the resources, sought out the best scientists, and had sacrificed time and energy to do so, but now, the thing he reached for, was almost in his grasp. He chuckled to himself, as he clenched his right fist in front of him. So much needed to be done, but he was closer then ever.


 * Gridlock - Soon, my race shall be reborn...

As he prepared to sit back in his throne, a Grux officer cleared his throat. Gridlock turned, his red eyes glinting like jewels in darkness.


 * Gridlock - Yes, captain?
 * Grux Officer - Sir, Lord Kradik has reported that he has established his first supply base in the Cyrannus Galaxy. Soon, he shall launch his reunification project, and bring his race under our fold.
 * Gridlock - Excellent. Inform me when the colony is fully established, so that we may send more ships and units to assist him.
 * Grux Officer - Is that safe sir? Diverging resources from our home front?

Gridlock fixed him with a curious gaze. Most Zarbanian officers where trained not to question the orders of their superiors. If Gridlock chose to, he could simply stab the Captain's neck with his barbed tail, or cut through him with his claws. However, this Officer struck a bit of a cord with him.


 * Gridlock - We have allies here. They will form a bedrock against the Alliance, as we continue to grow our own forces. Besides, when Kradik is successful, we can divert more forces home.
 * Grux - Right sir.
 * Gridlock - What is your name Officer?
 * Grux - Fordic Rumstol, sir.
 * Gridlock - Excellent, I shall keep you as one of my personal Officers. You've impressed me with your thinking.

The Grux looked confused, then bowed slightly to Gridlock.


 * Fordic - Thank you sir, I shall not disappoint.
 * Gridlock - I am sure you will not. Carry on, Fordic.

Gridlock laced his fingers. Even with the lose of a supply base, it was going exactly as planned. The Alliance was playing right into his plan.

Trivia

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