Fiction:New Dawn/Year 5

The Star Leviathan
10th Batana ID.219503

Quendor, Baka'niju and Beltharon were at a loss. For now they had escaped the clutches of Althron and the Brotherhood but time was precious. Every day they waited the Brotherhood came closer to deciphering the mysterious "Adaru". Everyone was both unsettled and wonderous about what the construct was or what secret lay in the cube that, for a short while had been within Genoriel's care. The New Dawn was missing, somewhere lost in uncharted space and it was potentially the only sanctuary the team had.

Quendor shyly watched his mother. For two months their ships sailed though uncharted space, he had not seen her in years anad ever snce he was old enough his father, Jahric had devoted his time to the Ecclesial Fleet. Through fate or chance he was once again reunited but it was not without consequence. Ever since his rebellious actions, Betharon watched him closely and ever-vigilantly. As if waiting for him to slip up again so that the Zazane could hit him again for outbursts of defeiance.

Tarsus meanwhile was in the cabin. Sometimes Geroniel and him talked, both of them pursuers of science and deeply fascinated with the way the universe worked. Despite his age, Tarsus came to admire Radeons and it became especially clear in his time on the New Dawn, a side effect of the Andromedan Light's plan perhaps. What they lacked in physical prowess or manual strength they made up for it in willpower, discipline, curiosity and intelligence by many, many times. He was with Genoriel again that day, after two months searching in vain for anything; an emissions trail, a hyperspace signal, signs of gravitational distortion, the New Dawn had become a second home out here in the unknown reaches and all he wanted was to return; back to his home, and back to his lab.

As he and Genoriel talked the ship's sensors picked up an unusual signal within a lone-planet system: a solid body, several times in volume compared to the shuttle. Intrigued, Tarsus pressed several panels and looked at the mass signature on a central screen. Genoriel peered toward the screen with intrigue.

Geroniel - What do you think it may be? Tarsus - Its profile is too irregular to match any known starship, look at the way the volume flexes. Geroniel - A stellar lifeform perhaps? Tarsus - ''It is possible. Perhaps we should bring the ship in for a closer look.'' Geroniel - Could it be hostile? Tarsus - ''We cannot tell from here. I will set the ship to move closer so we can get a better idea.''

Tarsus activated a few panels. He was fortunate the ship they had comandeered featured Divinarium-borne designs that allowed less than a handful of crew to pilot it, a handy feature should the ship's crew be too depleted for any more crew-intensive vessel to declare a scuttling. It took only a few minutes for the ship to approach the mass signature, using low-power warp fields to maneuvre themselves towards it. As they approached within a few million kilometres of it, the vessel's forward cameras were able to display the anaomoly.

A massive serpentine creature plated entirely in metal. Hanginng from what could be presumed to be its mouth were several snaking cables, like tendrils drifting over any possible mouth. Lining its underbelly were more appendeges, like small feet designed for the creature to scuttle on a terrestrial surface. Asteroids perhaps, or barren planets that were small enough that it couuld still lift itself off the ground and back into space should it need to. Tarsus and Genorial looked at the creature in awe, admiring its rolling beauty as it drifted in the void of space. Tarsus was distracted as he felt a massive hand clamp around his shoulder. He looked to his right and up to see Beltharon's massive, pitch-black form towering over him, looking down at him with a clear scowl adorned on his face.

Beltharon - No. Not this time, I prohibit it professor. Tarsus - Commander, this is an incredible oppertunity we've never seen anything-- Beltharon - ''The last time you decided to sate your curiosity, people died. No more. You are not going to eve nget close to that thing and I will use force if it means keeping you from killing yourself or any of the crew.'' Tarsus - I will be care-- Beltharon - ''And you said that the last time. Until we find the New Dawn, no distractions!'' Geroniel - Maybe it could help, perhaps it is intelligent, maybe it is more aware of this region of space than we are. Beltharon - It is made of metal, this ship is made of metal so it could very well--

Beltharon was cut short as he looked at the screen. The Leviathan was approaching, it was truly enormous and stared right through the cameras to thethe crew in the cabin with its hollow eyes. As it closed in, the tentacles that draped over its face raised up.

Beltharon - Professor set a reverse course.... Tarsus - It's too-- Beltharion - NOW!

The ship attempted to turn, managing a 180 degree turn but too late for them; as the ship prepared to activate FTL the cable-llike tentacles draped themselves over the hull, warning systems flashed thoughout the ship, the obsctruction of the tentacles triggered a failsafe in the ship's hyperdrive and the FTL procedure was shut down.

Beltharon - THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT TARSUS! Tarsus - We were far from it why blame me!? Beltharon - YOU TAUNTED IT BY FLOATING IN FRONT OF IT! Tarsus - I was unaware it could travel at FTL speeds! Beltharion - AND NOW WE ARE ALL GOING TO GET EATEN BECAUSE THE THOUGHT DIDN'T CROSS YOUR MIND! Genoriel - Beltharon, enough! Beltharon - Excuse me?

Beltharo had only a moment to react before a psychic blast from Genoriel's hand sent him flying backwards into the bulkhead. As the ship passed though a mouth of sorts it was rocked about, tumbling everyone from side to side as they desperately held on. Eventually the ship's rocking came to a hault. Beltharon was laying upside down against a bulkhead, his legs hanging horizontally in the air and his neck pressed against the floor. When the ship settle he launched himself backwards, landing on his feet, standing up to his full height and twisting his body before marching up to Genoriel with a scowl. As he approached, Tarsus flung his right arm out to bar Beltharon but he merely grabbed the wrist and pushed it leftways back into Tarsus His focus darted between Tarsus and Genoriel as he bared his fangl-ike teeth. Looking at each of them, he pointed his finger aggresively to both of them, indicating a warning.

Beltharon - ''No one. Leaves. The ship.''

Tarsus and Genoriel looked at each other with concern as Beltharon turned around, smacking Tarsus in the side of the head with his tail and sending him lurching sideways. It was not enough to knock him over, pehaps an alternate form of a slap, a warning. Beltharon knew there was one crew member in the escape team who would ahve loved to explore, and unfortunately in Beltharon's eyes, he was the most intolerable of the lot.

The Project
Quendor's vision returned to that glorious city of marble that he remembered form one of his last dreams or hallucenations. He saw the Tertamian again, Mennefer as he had learned from his last experience. Unliek before, the view of this city was outside a windoe, or perhaps a screen, at a glace it was difficult to tell. As his vision cleared he saw Mannefer quietly working, pawing with tools and mechanical drone assistants as he worked on a bizarre device that dominated a workbench. Mennefer looked tires and worn, as though he had sacrificed several nights between now and when Quendor last saw him. The device on the workbench was far from finished, surely as it rested with scaffolding and unpolished metal protruding form its silver body.

The drones hovered about, providing assistance. Sometimes Mennefer would stop working with is bare hands and turn to a machine, a microscope by the looks of things and work from there. The methods he used and the systems he designed were far beyond anything Quendor could understand. He watched as Mennefer continued to work, tired, and gradually wearing himself down. Quendor could guess that although this project of his was in its most basic of stages, it was already taking its toll. One of the drones floated by as he lay with his arms slumped on the table.

Drone - Observation: You = displaying signs of degredation; Question: Do you require recuperation? Mennefer - No no, i am fine. Drone - Observation: You = Displaying signs of self-destruction; Warning: Continued action will result in further degredation. Mennefer - I just need a boost and I will be fine.

The drone nodded, swaying its body forward and back, flying away and leaving Mennefer to work. A few minutes later it returned with a silver flask in one of its grips and hovered beside Mennefer. He looked at it and at the flask with a tired look of appreciation. He took ahold of the flask and took a sip of the steaming liquid inside. After a twenty-second break, Mennefer picked up a cylinder laced with advanced computing systems. Mennefer lifted it up with the aid of the drones and inserted it int oa large socket that met him at eye-level. As he slotted and locked it in the silver material around the edge of a large lens melted itself to become seamless with the surrouning material. Quendor's vision began to blacken out as an icy blue glow began to appear within the lens, colouring the entire lens a glossy shade of ice-blue. WHen the lens reached its fullest intensity, Quendor's vision faded to complete black but he could nto help notice the look of admiration in Mennefer's eyes.

His vision returning, Quendor roused to see Geroniel sleeping in a bunk opposite to him. He took a few minutes to look at her, a creeping smile across his face. No matter how far away he was from Crepusculum and no matter how isolated he was, at least he was finally reunited with his mother. For how long this would last however, no one could say for certain.

Within The Beast
10th Batana ID.219503 THe senior officers of the Embering gathered in a conference room of the Salamander-class vessel. They all sat around a table contemplating their options. THeir future seemed bleak as the Emberwing rested within the leviathan's mouth with no clear sign of escape. The crew were tired, worried and agitated. Genoriel sat with a rather bleak and nihilstic look on her face. Her escue was very quickly turning into a suicide mission.

Geroniel - According to my calculations... we're about to get consumed by a huge starfaring serpent...in space. Any ideas on what to do?'' N'rai - Other than running and screaming like little girls, no. Beltharon - How about NOT making contact with it? Tarsus - Does getting engulfed count as making contact, sir? Beltharon - ''Yes. Oh the hell yes.''

Tarsus planted his hand over his snout ,realising the redundancy of Beltharon's technicality since they were already inside. Geroniel slammed her hand against her head and sighed. Once again the crew of the New Dawn found itself in a critical situation... and continued to bicker. It seemed to be a tradition of some sort among its crew members.

Baka'niju - ''Captain Theoparosatl... are any of the Emberwing's weapon systems active and functional?'' Theoparosatl - ''Positive. Proton missiles, turbolasers, other armaments are prepared. Unfortunately, the creature's armour, shields are simply too advanced, and our ship is a mere cruiser. Our weapons will hardly even tickle it.'' N'rai - ''Is applying military force the only solution? Maybe-'' Tarsus - ''We can't destroy such a thing. It appears to have travelled for a vastly long time, imagine what it has seen!'' N'rai - ''Exactly! Who says that thing can't be reasoned with?'' Quendor - ''Well... it's a huge cyborg serpent... in space. Not exactly the most peaceful thing in the universe by the looks of things.'' Theo - ''that actually... makes some sense. I'll scan the creature.'' Beltharon - You must be out of your goddamned minds if you think you can try to reason with it. Tarsus - If it's a Tertamian construct surely it posesses some form of artificial intelligence. Beltharon - If it does, it does not like us and already wants us dead.

Theoparosatl slammed the Emberwing's computer and thus activated the ship's scanner systems. Wireframe diagrams appeared in the air around the crew, showing the being's insides. Vast complicated machinery within a metallic serpentine shell of a composite the crew could only barely understand but there was more: The entity was littered with lights flickering deep inside it, several in the core of its body, some i nthe head and several scattered all over.

Theo - ''Mental activity... inside the creature?'' N'rai - ''Activities. Look at the map.'' Beltharon - ''Will this help us in destroying it? Or at least distracting it long enough for us to escape?'' Geroniel - ''Do you suggest that this... thing has a hivemind of some sort?'' N'rai - ''No. I am suggesting that it is... inhabited.'' Tarsus - ''It's possible, perhaps a form of collective intelligence. But hwat kind of intelligence exactly?'' Beltharon - Does it matter?!

N'rai stared at the diagram curiously, the dots flaring as if they were alive. They were apparently grouped in several large clusters, and moved chaotically. These signs were frequently characteristic of sentient beings particularly group-minded beings. Analysing their patterns closely, the lights that indicated their locations gave indicative displays the lifeforms were sapient.

Tarsus - It means we won't be exterminating one intelligence by destroying it, we coud be exterminating dozens, hundreds maybe Beltharon - And there's a problem with that?

Tarsus gave Beltharion a look of disdain for Beltharon's rather casual indifference to mass-murder.

Beltharon - ''Either we exterminate them or they kill us all. Sometimes you gotta be a little merciless.'' Tarsus - Thank you for that insight, I was once in the Imperial Talon Navy. Beltharon - Why don't you go back? N'rai - ''And I was in the Neotertamian Diplomatic Corps. What I've learned from it is that not every newfound sapient species wants to kill you and beat you into bloody pulp.'' Tarsus - I found my engineering talents had a more gratified calling within the Royal Academy. Quendor - The glowy cloud has a point. Beltharon - ''We cannot afford sacrificing ourselves for unsuccessful diplomatic contact. I won't have it.'' Quendor - ''It's not that something bad is going to happen to us if we simply try to talk to that thing. It's just a minor risk.''

Beltharon rolled his eyes and bared his teeth aggresively.

Beltharon - ...We're going to get devoured. Tarsus - Beltharon, please remember that without diplomacy, N'rai wouldn't be here. Beltharon - Yeah and without N'rai I would not have lost my arm. Tarsus - When we get back to the New Dawn I explicity request four hours reserved for me in a holosuite Beltharon - You mean "if". N'rai - ''Like it or not, sir, we're going to try. Diplomacy is not within your competence.''

Beltharon had had enough. He growled towards N'rai and Tarsus, placing a hand upon his assault rifle and lifting it into a position as if to indicate hostility. His eyes were focussed towards the two of them specifically, his scaled eyebrows lowered to narrow his eyes. Gripping the rifle tightly in one hand. Tarsus stepped back and rested his hand on the grip of the pistol under his coat, scowling back in a defensive manner. Quendor, at the other hand, was not the one to hide his feelings. With his fists clenched, he approached Betharon and snarled.

Beltharon - ''As the head of security, I explicitly prohibit any diplomatic contact towards the hostile! If you proceed onward, I will be forced to take lives.'' Quendor - You know what, Beltharon? Beltharon - What? Quendor - I've had enough of your snide fulminations.

Beltharon did not turn to Quendor or exchange any form of glance in his general direction; he was too busy glaring at N'rai and Tarsus, his finger pressed firmly near the trigger ready to shoot in a split second and potentially ending the lives of either of them. This was his down fall however as QUendor stood up behind him. Activating his armour's power mode, Quendor jumped up and landed a powerful punch on Beltharon's head, making him fall to the ground and out of consiousness near-instantly. As Beltharon slammed the floor N'rai looked at the scene with surprise.

N'rai - Radeons can do that? Quendor - ''Not every Radeon. I can. Don't worry, he'll get better in a couple of minutes... or hours. Just enough for you guys to try to talk that thing to death.'' Tarsus - And when he wakes up? Theo - ''We'll be safe... or dead.'' Tarsus - Perhaps we lock him inside his quarters, set up a containment field to keep him inside. N'rai - I vote for keeping him like that for the rest of our mission. Quendor - Couldn't agree more. Baka'niju - I believe that reasoning with the creature is a bit more important at the moment, considering that we're going to get killed in a minute or two otherwise. Tarsus - ''Then we had better prepare. I will make sure Beltharon-- Oh wait, Zazane. I am unsure if this ship is stocked with Zazane sleeping draughts.''

Ancient Innards
15th Batana ID.219503

Undocking a shuttle from within the Emberwing, the New Dawn's crew slowly skimmed through the insides of the great cybernetic beast. As they travelled, carefully witnessing the giant's insides, N'rai watched the leviathan's mechanical insides with great interest, finding them intriguing and curious, this was all while she tinkered with the communication device in an attempt to find any way to contact it.

Finally, success met her: quiet, alien voices started coming out of it. Heavily muffled they were strange, metallic, the shuttle's translators working on the fly to decrypt the alien tongue. Tiny was nervous despite his size. He was warried for Beltharon, oblivious that as they flew deeper inside Beltharon was unconsius back on board the Emberwing.

??? - Unknown vessel... respond... leave...'' Tiny - ''Tiny no like this place. Where is friend?'' Tarsus - ''he was...tired. The duties of his position took its toll on him'' Tiny - Lazy butt. N'rai - This is ACV Emberwing'', Andromedan Galactic Commonwealth. If you are indeed sapient beings, then I ask you to let our ship go. We have done nothing to incite your civilisation's ire!'' ??? - ''Sapient beings on this ship- ... absolutely unacceptable- ... send in the speakers...'' Tarsus - ''Messengers? Could he be talking about the lifeforms?''

Without warning, small, dark green vessels were ejected from the inside of the creature and surrounded the shuttle; within a few seconds, a group of strange creatures had beamed aboard it by unknown means. Fairly humanoid, they neverthless looked quite strange for aliens; their glossy and yet hard carapace-like skin, gangly forms, pitch black eyes and disfigured visages made them somewhat unnerving in appearence. Surprised by theri sudden appearence, Tiny braced himself in case the creatures were hostile. One of them extended a bony finger to point aggressively at the crew, clearly showing the disparate group were not welcome here.

Creature - ''Alien creatures. Your forms are unknown to us, but the laws of the Codex remain the same. Come with us.'' Creature 2 - And don't forget to take your ship with you... Quendor - ''Wha? What?'' Creature - ''You are not in a condition to refuse our offer. Come with us.'' Tarsus - Can we at least have some explaination? Creature - ''The chieftain will explain it to you inside. I am in no position to.'' Tarsus - ''Another chieftan. Very well.'' Geroniel - ''According to scans, the insides of the ship are heavily irradiated. Does everyone have their rad shields activated?''

Tarsus activated the rad shield generator clamped to his wrist, giving an aknowledging nod to Geroniel.

The Men in the Snake
Quendor steered the shuttle deeper inside the creature, eventually entering its insides. Made from the same nanomechanical material that was used in construction of Inheritance droids, it was apparently meant to support normal life once, but had since then changed to house a much more alien biosphere. Strange, echinoderm-like masses grew on the ship's ancient walls, forming forests and gardens; alien, but at the same time, eerily beautiful.

N'rai - Are these plants or corals of some sort? Tarsus - Reminds me of Shellis. Tiny - Reminds Tiny of lunch. Tarsus - Yes...I doubt such lifeforms are edible ot any of us however. Creature - ''Once, these were the Home Beast's hearts, eyes and claws. It used to destroy these overgrowths in the old times, centuries ago, but now it is too weak to resist infection. The Home Beast is a living machine... and machines break in time.'' N'rai - ''Do you mean that this... thing is dying?'' Creature - ''It has been for many lifetimes already. As ancient as the Home Beast is, it is not immortal.'' Tarsus - I am curious: was there ever a time in your peopels history wehre there were no such overgrowths?. Creature - ''According to the legends, yes. And the sages tell us that my people weren't the first denizens of the Home Beast. Before us, there were... them.'' Tarsus - Tertamians. Creature - That might be the name, yes.

Tarsus nodded with aknowledgement as the shuttle travelled though the belly of the beast and towards their final destiantion. The overgrowths gave way to a barren but advanced settlement, built upon ruins which were clearly Tertamian in origin. The crew landed and stepped inside, protected by radiation-proof barriers; the denizens of the star beast, however, seemed to be unaffected by it, and walked around wearing little more than chitinous robes. Eventually, the team faced the leader of the creatures; significantly larger than the rest of his compatriots, her chitin armour tinged a vibrant red and her outfit looked singificantly more regal. Although with the creatures' snout-like mouths and deep black eyes it was hard to read facial expressions, it was clear to everyone that she wasn't exactly content with her new guests.

Leader - Rudam, who are these creatures? Rudam - ''Aliens, my mistress. We discovered their starship, and I decided that it would be... heartless to leave them to die... so I brought them here. We could find a spare starship for them, one which has already been reverse-engineered completely and one which we do not need...'' Tarsus - ''We wish no harm on your people, mistress. We are simply in need of aid.'' Chadu - ''Are you insane, Rudam? Our demesne is dying, and its energy systems are already breaking down! We have no more resources to spare! Besides... do you remember what happened last time we tried to consort with aliens? The attack? Look-''

the alien leader pointed at Quendor with her long bony finger, something reminiscent of a scowl spread across her face

Chadu - this one even looks like the invader commander!

Tarsus widened his eyes in shock at this news and looked at Quendor, muttering "Althron" under his breath. Tiny was getting agitated with all these aliens pointing at the crew as if they were exhibits or animals at an exhibit or an enclosure, not

Tiny - ''Hey. Quit pointing at friend.'' Rudam - ''But... my lady! Not all of our contacts with aliens have been so disastrous! What about, say, that officer clan Faath found recently?'' Quendor - ''Officer? Which officer?'' Chadu - ''It doesn't matter! Remove these aliens from my demesne as soon as possible!'' Rudam - From what I've heard, she was... - Rudam looked at Tarsus - ''like him. Large, blue and winged. I can't remember her name though. Arna, Aras... the name eludes me.''

Tarsus perked up as he heard Rudam attempting to work out the name of the alien Tarsus reminded him of.

Tarsus - Arnas!? Rudam - ''Yes! That is the name.''

Tarsus pushed his way towards Rudam with exitement.

Tarsus - Please, where is she!? Rudam - ''In the demesne of clan Kaath, to the northwest from here. You should be warned, however...''

Rudam started to sound visibly distressed as he mentioned clan Kaath. Subtly indicating

Rudam - ''Kaath's dominax is not exactly as welcoming as lady Chadu'zaan. They might refuse to cooperate, especially since both the captain and the starship she pilots are important resources to her.''

Tarsus lost control and within minutes found himself grabbing Rudam and pulling him close with distress in his eyes. Other aliens made defensive postures in case Tarsus did something violent towards Rudam.

Tarsus - ''Listen, you all need to know this but if she and the ship she has are harmed I cannot begin to fatho mthe consequences! We need her and her ship intact if you want us to leave you alone. Got it?'' Rudam - ''I shall do everything in my power. But I'm afraid that my diplomatic capabilities won't be enough to save her. You might need to take them yourselves.'' Tiny - Tiny breaks faces if needed! Tarsus - If anything goes awry it shall be your clan leaders who shall be in the line of fire

Tarsus gave a warning look to Rudam before putting him down, taking a deep breath to relieve tension and stepped backwards. Rudam stepped back and stood at Chadu'zaan. Tarsus stepped back to rejoin the New Dawn crew.

An Old Threat Returns
25th Batana ID.219503

It had been many months since Crispy's attack on a Resurgence Enclave. Pyrak had been watching over the last stages of development, the body was fully grown and floated in the tank. Both of them surviving on supplies and energy reserves that remained from the attack. Pyrak had been incredibly lucky that his lab had been deep underground in a bunker, safe from the explosion.

One day, there was a signal on Pyrak's console. His eyes narrowed as the console announced that the maturation period of the entity in a large tank at the other end of the room was complete. He smiled, his razor-sharp teeth baring. He approached his console and growled, although not in a vicious manner, but in a more somewhat excited way.

Pyrak - Wake him up.

The console lit up, showing numerous diagnostics. A few electric arcs and the body twitched and jolted as it was brought to life. The eyes flickered open as the liquid drained away. Pyrak approached the tank, smiling as this entity - a reborn Volkarus, his master - began to awake. He placed his face near the tank, to really examine Volkarus. He clapped his hands together and touched the glass that seperated him and Volkarus.

Pyrak - ...My master.

The body stirred and looked blankly at Pyrak. Sadly its mind was a blank slate. He reached out cautiously and placed his hand over Pyrak's, the glass separating the two of them. In Pyrak's mind something stirred, he could hear whispers. The body opened it's mouth as thought it was abotuto say something.

Volkarus - Ma...ster...

Pyrak's eyes widened and his smile turned into a rather psychotic frown. He stepped away from the glass and growled. Had he reduced the once most powerful Draconis into nothing more than a mere man child?

Pyrak - ''M-Master! I am your servant, YOU are master!''

Volkarus titlted his head. Pyrak wasn't sure how, but something deep within his mind was compelling him to open the container anyway. Pyrak, reluctantly, approached his console once again. He looked back at the tank and pressed several buttons. His eyes were still wide as he looked at the newly-recreated Volkarus.

Pyrak - ...O-Open the tank.

Under his command, the tank opened, Volkarus looked at the door rising with curiosity. After it opened he stepped out slowly. Still looking blanky at Pyrak. At that moment. Pyrak felt himself walking towards VOlkarus, he couldn't understand it, he reached out his arm towards Volkarus's face. All of it beyond his control. All Pyrak could do was look and move hit other arm. as he rested his hand on Volkarus's face, both of them felt a rush, panicking Volakrus stumbled back and rested his hand by his head, seemingly panicked. Control was returned to Pyrak's own body. With a groan he grasped his head and looked to Volkarus, before approaching him again.

Pyrak - ''M-Master...! Master, don't be afraid, it's me...I am your servant, Pyrak.'' Volkarus - ''I know who you are! You think I wouldn't remember my most faithful servant!?''

Pyrak's frown turned to a smile. His eyes wide and his teeth showing as if he wanted the entire world to see, he began to try and withold a laugh. He had recreated life, successfully cloning somebody to maturity on his own.

Pyrak - ''Master Volkarus! R-Reporting for duty, sir!''

He slammed his fist against his left pec and bowed on his knee as Volkarus stood up and looked towards Pyrak with a smile. He looked around the room, realising what Pyrak had done he let out a bellowing laugh, aprently ecstatic with his servant's acomplishments.

Volkarus - ''You continue to impress me Pyrak... how long have I been away from galactic events?'' Pyrak - ''It is hard to say, my Lord. But it is safe to assume...several years year considering your growth rate.'' Volkarus - Your dedication is to be rewarded, In all these years you never lost sight of your goals. Pyrak - ''My Lord, knowing that I have been able to bring you back is a reward enough. But unfortunately...a majority of my efforts has been independent.'' Volkarus - All the more reason for the reward.

Volkarus lifted his arm and flicked hiswrist upwards, gesturing for Pyrak to approach him. The Zazane nodded and calmly walked towards Volkarus. As he did, he observed his physique. Thanks to Pyrak's efforts, Volkarus now had a muscular figure and his scales were a magnificent crimson. Pyrak was proud of the body he had carved so carefully and given to his master. A body of physical perfection and a body worthy of the exemplary figure Pyrak always believed he was. Volakrus also noticed what Pyrak had done with a smile. he rested his hand on his servant's chest and his eyes flared with energy. Pyrak felt envigored by this, Volkarus had not descended him but instead unlocked the potential to use desencion energy. Pyrak looked at his hands and with a thought, black fire emerged from his fingertips. Pyrak smiled and looked to his master.

Pyrak - ''M-My Lord...You have shared your gift with me...? I did not expect the Descension to survive the growth process, but...somehow the Essence had remained in your biology at a microscopic level. You are...a marvel.'' Volkarus' - ''My mind was hidden within yours since my death. Touching me transferred my consciousness into this...perfect body.'' Pyrak - ''My Lord, you continue to amaze me. All this time, I was building the gate for your mind to enter. I am so grateful that I served as your key.'' Volkarus - ''You have exceeded my expectations. You deserve my gift.'' Pyrak - ''But my Lord, I am afraid not...everything has gone according to plan. We have lost much since...since the great traitor destroyed our fleet.'' Volkarus - ''I remember. But thanks to you, I return.'' Pyrak - However, I bring good news. Volkarus - I must hear it! Pyrak - ''The Imperium! Those Ultanos bastards...they are under threat from their former allied Houses! The Imperium is becoming splintered once more, my Lord! We could take advantage of this!'' Volkarus - ''Yes... But wat is the resurgence's condition?'' Pyrak - ''We have been forced to retreat to enclaves across Andromeda. We have no way of keeping contact with other Khaxvis forces, in fact some of our former-Resurgence members have joined back with the Imperium and even the Inquisition.''

Volkarus clenched his fists upon hearing this. His lips rippled and his wings opened out. Pyrak was no longer blind to his master's energies as they flared. As with the rest of his body, Volkarus' wings had been improved, now larger in proportion than they ever had been.

Volkarus - Retreats...some...Joining...the Imperium...!? Pyrak - ''Traitors, my Lord. Cowards. The Imperium is opening its arms to us as if we really need their damned influence! The Brood continues to rat us out like vermin and now we have a new threat...'' Volkarus - What could possibly be worse. Pyrak - ...A rebel Brood faction calling themselves the Golden Movement, or Crispy's Insurrection. Volkarus - They sound more like potential allies to me. Pyrak - Tell that to the charred remains of our breathren on the surface.

Volkarus's seyes flared as his energies intensified. This news was nothing less than an atrocity to him.

Volkarus - ''WHAT! These... Vermin dare lay waste to OUR sacred enclaves!?'' Pyrak - ''They used a pure Shidium explosive in the guise of a small transport vessel in order to infiltrate our defences. Their leader, Crispy...I fear he may have kidnapped some of our kin onboard his own ship.'' Volkarus - Oh we shall give him a reason to be called 'Crispy'.... Pyrak - ''I am unsure of his true identity my Lord...but whoever he is, he is smart. And he has many resources at his disposal.'' Volkarus - ''He is still a mortal. That should be what matters.'' Pyrak - Which reminds me, we may still have at least one member of our kin still alive here if she isn't little more than charred remains. Volkarus - ...bring her to me.

Pyrak nodded and walked over to a smaller tank. He looked inside and grunted. Placing his hands at the side of the glass which seperated him and the resident inside, he tore it away, allowing fluids to spill all over the floor. He grabbed the resident by the shoulders and flung her out. It was Oreleva, who was heavily scarred and disfigured around her jaw. Oreleva coughed out the liquid as she emerged. She struggled to breathe and looking up she saw Volkarus's foot. Pyrak stood over her and he kicked her, an angered look on his face. Shouting at her to stand up. She lowered her head in shame in front of Volkarus who stared down at her rather dissapointedly.

Pyrak - Get up!'' Oreleva - You... do not.. order me... around.''

Pyrak kicked her again and then lifted her up by her throat, slamming her against a wall with an angered expression. His eyes flared and his large jaws glimmered in the light.

Oreleva - ''No.. imp-impossible.'' Pyrak - ''You are a failure to the Resurgence! If it wasn't for your involvement with the Zazane, my Lord would be welcomed back to life by his kin!'' Volkarus - ''This is her? How dissapointing.''

Oreleva looked away from Pyrak out of shame, embarrased that Pyrak appeared more in Volkarus's favour than her.

Pyrak - ''Look at you...If it wasn't for my science, you would still be on the surface irradiating and melting. I had to use my own spare regeneration tank in order to keep you alive, you weakling!'' Volkarus - Look at him and be grateful as he speaks to you! Oreleva - Why save me....sir. Volkarus - ''Use your new power Pyrak. You hold her life in your hand, i give you the chance to choose if she keeps it, or loses it.''

Pyrak kept looking to her with an angry expression. However, he let go of her throat, allowing her to drop weakly onto the floor. He panted heavily and kicked her once more, to let her know she was in charge.

Pyrak - ''From now on, you are my dog...my 'bitch', my 'pet'. You shall do everything I say and I expect you to do it as soon as I command it. This is what your little life has come to, you reject. I shan't reward you with death just yet. Any attempts to struggle shall be met with a lesson to keep you in line. You should be grateful that I am not going to have you thrown back out onto the surface. Yet.''

Oreleva growled and nodded. Volkarus looked at her dissapointedly. He looked away and focused on Pyrak. Oreleva was too ashamed to even look in Volkarus's direction.

Volkarus - ''The resurgence must know of my return. It has fractured without my influence... I expectded so much more from my chosen.'' Pyrak - ''The Resurgence can be great again, my Lord. You must have faith. We may have lost nearly everything, but we can rebuild. We shall come back greater than ever before. And we shall shatter the Imperium, Inquisition and the Brood!''

A wide grin spread across Volkarus's face, showing his sharp teeth.

Volkarus - ''First. We must unite what we have left. Is there anything else I must know before we begin?'' Pyrak - I have a ship one level below this laboratory if you wish for us to get off this planet. I also wouldn't recommend going outside for the next few thousand years because of the radiation of the Shidium. Oh, and we need to get you some clothes.'' Volkarus - ''Yes. Hmm.. one last thing before we leave.''

Volkarus walked over to Oreleva and grabbed her firmly by the throat, lifting her up into the air. She panicked and struggled, however even in his state he was stronger than her.

Volkarus - You no longer deserve my generosity.

At that, Oreleva felt herself becoming weaker, black energy clouded VOlkarus's hand for a few seconds before he let go. Rolling back his shoulders and leaving her with a fraction of her former power. Oreleva continued crying, she felt weak and pathetic in the presence of her superiors. Pyrak smiled as he observed him absorbing her power. He released a chuckle, seeing this in a more amusing light. As Volkarus turned, a piece of meat was thrown into his hand by Pyrak.

Pyrak - Your favourite.

Volkarus smiled and nodded. he bit into the meat and teleported them all to Pyrak's ship.

Clan Zuul
28th Batana ID.219503 The expeditionary force spent a several days preparing for a potentially dangerous journey. After assembling at the border of clan Zaal's domain, the New Dawn's crew had decided to pursue a dangerous endeavour: retrieve their ship and their captain, by force if it was deemed necessary. They kept their weapons primed as the crew members marched through the biomechanical landscape that composed the insides of the massive star beast they were in, looking around in case of an ambush.

Tarsus - ''I don't like this, is there any way we could exchange the ship and Arnas for anything? Or convince the clan to let her go?'' N'rai - ''I'm with the professor. Speaking of which... I think we should put our weapons down. We're supposed to be ambassadors, and... well... I don't think that these guns make us look friendly and hospitable.'' Tiny - Tiny not carrying guns anyway.

As they moved though the landscape, Tarsus nodded and hid his fusion pistol under his coat, pulling the coat over in an effort to conceal it. With reluctance and a feeling of uncertainty, Quendor deactivated and sheathed his disruptor blade, but still remained vigilant; an aura of psychic energy surrounded him. He didn't need weapons to defend himself.

Quendor - And now we're going to get attacked by aliens or something, for additional irony. Tarsus - ''As long as we remain optimistic. I dearly hope these aliens are civil.''

Guard - ''What we have here? Clan Zaal dogs?''

Several lights flashed in front of the crew, followed by several gangly, dark yellow insect-like figures appearing, similar to the people of clan Zaal. Their bodies were covered in bleached white segmented armour, which further increased their similarity with insects. This armour was covered in complex, intricate patterns reminiscent of Tertamian technology - and probably imitating it - and seemed to be ceremonial rather than practical; the creatures' skin was already hard enough to resist several kinds of kinetic weapon but the team were not daring eough to test its endurance gainst energy weapons.

Quendor - Well, sh- Tiny - ''You a dog! Whatever dog is.'' Guard - ''Wait, what? These aren't Zaals... these are aliens!'' Quendor - You don't say?

Quendor mouth backed with much sarcasm, a mocking look on his face. The team backed up and Tarsus turned his head to look towards N'rai.

Tarsus - N'rai, do something! Guard - ''What are you doing in the borderlands? Those aliens who come to buy our goods don't go that far!''

N'rai stepped forward, somewhat confused, and started speaking. She took a few precious seconds to compose herself before she opened her environment suit's mouth to speak the eloquent words she gained a mastery of unveiling.

N'rai - Ambassador N'rai, Andromedan Galactic Commowealth. Guard - Andro-what? Guard 2 - ''Haven't seen anyone like them. Must be new species...'' N'rai - ''You may consider us... traders, yes. We come here for our... clansmember... a warrior.'' Tarsus - Have you seen anyone that looks anything like me? Guard - ''...Heard of them. But only the Sovereign is allowed to see her. If you want to retrieve her, then you must seek her audience.'' Guard 2 - But first...

The second guard narrowed his eyes and pointed at the sheath of Quendor's sword with his weapon..

Guard 2 - ''Lay down your weapons. Our people are already few in number, and we do not want them any more members of our kin to die.''

Complying and knowing the risks, Tarsus slowly reached into his coat and pulled the pistol from inside, opening his palm and showing the aliens, he tossed it onto the ground. Quendor pulled the sword fro mthe sheath, not bothering to activate it. After a moment of hesitation he dropped his sword on the ground and sighed; Baka'niju, Geroniel and N'rai followed his example. Droping their weapons and producing an audiable clatter. Several of those clatters coming from Baka'niju who had equipped himself with several weapons.

Quendor - ''Fourth Baneblade this month. Always tend to lose these damn swords... that's my hundredth or something. Thank Spode our ship has replicator tech.'' Tarsus - [whispers] At least we're not completely defenceless.

With the alien guards satissfied, they signalled with their weapons for the team to follow them. A few of the guards gathered behind the team to ensure they were kept on close guard.

The crew followed the insectoid creature away from the coral wilderness into what appeared to be a large city. Clearly much larger and more propserpous than the ruined village that the tam had originally found themselves in. This prosperity was a clear sign that Klan Kaath exercised more power and dominance within the leviathan than other tribes. Built within a fairly narrow passage in the Leviathan's insides, it spanned all three dimensions equally: buildings spanned from the very ground up to the nanomechanical "ceiling". Geroniel noticed the similarity between Tertamian ruins and the florid yet stately buildings she saw: it was clear where did the natives take their designs, and they did a very good job at replicating, adapting and improving them. One thing, however, made the travel unnerving; most of these buildings were empty, completely devoid of life. Only seldom did she see a native leaping from a place to place, collecting scraps. It was true. The Great Beast was dying, and so was the civilisation that had risen in it.

Tarsus - How many do you think could have lived here at this settlement's height? Geroniel - ''Thousands... hundreds of thousands. Millions, perhaps? ...This was once a bustling city.'' N'rai - So what exactly happened with your people?

One guard was close to N'rai and took a glace at her as they marched. The isnectoid was powerfully built, with a shick chitinous skeleton adorned with scratches and war paint indicative of a veteren of war.

Guard - ''It's a long story. Only the sages know all of it, but... here is what I know. Once upon a time, there were gods. Gods ruled all of void, all the stars that those who live on the rims see sometimes.'' N'rai - ''We know about that. We call these gods Tertamians.'' Guard - ''Not that they were all the same, though. Some gods were builders; they crafted and built and forged machines and beasts of iron. Then there were those who enslaved, ruled with an iron fist. Others seeked life across the stars and ascended it. Created abominations of nature.'' Quendor - Hey, that's racist! Tarsus - You speak of precursors, beings who came before you? Tiny - Tiny don't know what "god" means.

The native nodded in response to Tarsus' assumption.

Guard - ''Gods were like us though. They could feel and love and hate... their hubris was their undoing. With machines of war, they brought down hellfire upon each other. They perished, but before they were gone, they created great beasts. In these beasts, gods travelled across the stars. But as time passed, these perished as well, and to replace them, we rose.'' N'rai - And what then? Guard - ''Then the Great Beast started to die. Its hearts fell to diseases that plague creatures of such size; overgrowths overcame its lungs. And as it became sick, so did we. Its lights could no longer sustain our crops. And so we started to die. Starve.'' N'rai - ''That's a... tragic fate.'' Guard - ''Afterwards, our great sovereignty... collapsed. We live in clans now, searching for those parts of the Great Beast that still can maintain life. We're a... feudal society now. But our mistress, Sovereign Sida'kuul, will change it. Her scientists study the works of the Beast. They will heal it.'' N'rai - I definitely hope so.

After a lengthly walk though the narrow streets to the very centre of the metropolis, The New Dawn's crew reached their final destination; an old palace made of white metal, distinctly Tertamian in origin. Much like the rest of the Q'rda buildings, however, it was abandoned. Only a couple of the natives remained here, most of them guards of the current Sovereign. Tarsus walked with the guards and the team, as they apprached he lifted his hand to his snout, looked at it, clenched his hand and opened it out again, feeling confident.

Like the sovereign of clan Zaal, she was larger than the rest of her kind and was adorned in a regal outfit. Hers was far more elaborate, the Tertamian influences enough to not make it seem strange if it was put into a Segmentum Draco fashion display were it not for the clear signs the outfit was worn in places and had inseed seen better days. Looking at the crew condescendingly, the Sovereign snarled.

Sida'kuul - ''Are you traders? Coming here for profit?'' N'rai - ''No. We're diplomats, and we came for one of our own. The one called Arnas... she is one of us.'' Tarsus - Al lwe want is Arnas, her felows and the ship she arrived in. Sida'kuul - ...I'm afraid not.

Tarsus blinked and glared at the sovereign. it did not take a genius liek him to work out that she was hinting at wanting something. Most would ask why she wasn't willing but Tarsus, knowing better, cut straight to to the negotiation with a simple estimate.

Tarsus - You want something in return?

Tiny cracked his fingers while glaring at the sovereign.

Sida'kuul - ''What can you offer in return? This ship has technology more advanced than anything we have ever created! With knowledge we have gained from it, we could restore the Great Beast to life.'' Tarsus - ''My people understand the language the information is coded in. We already know how it all works, it would take you years to discover what took us weeks to learn.''

The sovereign thought for a few seconds and consulted with her advisors, descending into an array of insectoid noises, chitinosu chattering, chirping and all manner of strange noises as the group of them talked. After several minutes of frantic discussion, Sida'kuul turned her attention back to the aliens in front of her.

Sida'kuul - ''With one condition. You shall stay with our people until the Great Beast is healed. If you really know how to repair it...'' Tarsus - And if we cannot? Sida'kuul - ''Then your little captain shall remain with us as long as we need it. Surely you foreign planeteers won't go extinct without her.'' Tarsus - ''...No. We would not.'' Sida'kuul - ''So it wouldn't hurt for you to stay here for a few months. Then, the Q'rda will prosper, united... under my rule.''

Sida'kuul let a quiet, malevolent laugh, potentially indicative of an ulterior motive she may have had. Tiny whispered to the team.

Tiny - ''Tiny will eat him. You wanting it or not.''

N'rai became worried and shuffled herself out within proximity to Tarsus. The two began whsipering to each other so as not to irritate Sida'kuul.

N'rai - ''Erm... professor...Are you sure that repairing what could probably be the largest piece of Tertamian technology for a megalomaniac like her is the right thing to do?'' Tarsus - ''I'm a quick study. In repairing this artifact we can learn its secrets, the technloogy it uses, perhaps even its weaknesses.'' Quendor - Given that we need Arnas to fight the Brotherhood, yes. Tarsus - Let us see this as an oppertunity to learn precursor technology, it sohuld put us on more even footing with the Brotherhood when they next attack us.

Tarsus turned to look back at Sida'kuul, he held his head high to indicate he had come to a decision regarding the Sovreign's offer.

Tarsus - We agree to hel pyou repair your home, so long as we get our crew, ship and supplies back unharmed. Sida'kuul - ''Very well. Guards! Release the prisoner.''

Some of the guards entered the palace, returning after a short while with Arnas who was brought to the group escorted by several Q'rda guards. As she left the confisnes of the palance she looked up to se the group and snorted, she was pushed to the group where Tarsus shook her hand firmly. She was a little overwhelmed, having spent weeks in the confines of wherever she was held. She appeared tired, uncomfortable and worn down, a few bruises on her body were still healing.

Tarsus - Glad to have you back captain. Arnas - Next time you disembark the New Dawn please wear some tracer units.

Situation Update
After being released, Arnas led the crew of the Emberwing into a large paartment unit that had once been owned by a sizeable Q'rda family. The place was old, not having a permenant resident for years until now. The team could hear groanscoming fro man adjacant room and peeking though thre door thery could see Riiliva, the New Dawn's head doctor, tending to patients surrounded by other staff. Scattered about the apartment block were bits of machinery which had been taken from the New DAwn for repairs or were damaged beyond hope, unly useful for scrap components. With the Embering crew's help, Beltharon was now laying on one of the set-up infirmary beds on the floor. Riiliva was checking him over using advanced medical equipment for signs of concussion or bruising.

Quendor - Nice to see you all safe. Arnas - Not exactly but at least most of us are alive. Quendor - ''Glad to hear that. We ourselves had a lot of fun without you... if by fun you mean fighting Zazane Inheritant cyborgs, that is.'' Arnas - Zazane Inheritant?...Cyborg?

Beltharon was unconscious still, with whatever wounds he had gained disappeared by now. Suddenly, both of his eyes shot open and he roared in a fit of panic, knocking his bed to the other side of the room and causing Riiliva to fall to the floor, his claws bared and fingers twitching. Riiliva panicked and landed on her backside as Beltharon. She looked up to Beltharon and squawked to get his attention.

Riiliva - Beltharon it's Riiliva, calm down there's no danger here! Beltharon - ''...I'll be the boss of that. That is MY job.'' Riiliva - ''And it is MY job to make sure nothing is wrong with your body! You had a rather nasty fall as wel las a blow ot the back of the head'' Beltharon - ...Fall?

Riiliva shrugged. She was still somewhat clueless ot the events that had transpired. While she was occupied, Beltharon looked about.

Quendor - ''Oh yeah, Bel... sorry for that punch. But hey, we're alive. It worked.'' Riiliva - Well...I can only tell so much from an examination of a body as rapidly-healing as yours.

As Riiliva was talking, Quendor abruptly went from standing to having his head pressed against the floor, with the light of the room blotted out almost completely by Beltharon's monstrous hand as it wrapped itself across the entirety of his face, pressurizing subtlely and slowly while Beltharon panted heavily in a feral, beastlike manner. Arnas looked into the infirmary and back to the group with a confused look, pointing with her thumb at the icnident .Several TND personnel tried to pry the tw oapart but given Beltharon's strength and mass it wasn't easy even for the more physically-powerful personnel

Beltharon - Give me ONE reason why I SHOULDN'T kill you! Arnas - Can someone fill me in why our security officer is trying to kill our first officer? Quendor - ...We were not killed by a huge space serpent? Tarsus - ''Quendor smacked Beltharon in the back of the head after he began following protocol rather militantly. Which sent him crashing into a table and getting knocked out and trapped in a dormitory for a few days.'' Arnas - And him ending up trapped in a domitory unconsious for several days was....

Tarsus coughed rather guiltily.

Beltharon - You locked your HEAD SECURITY OFFICER, the man in charge of your safety, in a dorm to go talk to a Shyrak-eating SPACE SNAKE." Quendor - And it worked! Problem? Tarsus - You had a gun pointed at my head.''

Arnas rested her snout withi nher hand and shook her head before peeking up to catch sight of Geroniel.

Arnas - I don't recognise her from the crew roster. Beltharon - ''...I sometimes wonder if I'm even of any use to this crew. I wonder why I just don't shoot myself in the head and die before you lot get me killed.'' Arnas - Admittedly Beltharon, you may have been better off on the New Dawn than joining the away party Beltharon - ''Gah, is it any wonder why I read romance novels? Wait, you didn't hear that.'' Quendor - ''Yeah, you're more of an... organise- what?'' Arnas - ''While we were waiting for you the Stratocracy of Kramatagh showed up as well as the Brotherhood. We had to activate cloak and reposition ourselves at a lagrange point so we were not spotted.''

Beltharon got up and let go of Quendor, petting him on the head while putting on a fake and strained smile so as to hide his embarassment and anger at the situation.

Arnas - ''Unfortunately they did so we had to engage the hyperdrive and hope to return for you. Unfortunately...that did not go exactly as planned.'' N'rai - ''I've heard that Zazane romance novels are... steamy.'' Quendor - What happened? Arnas - ''When we exited hyperspace at a nearby star the Brotherhood had followed. We managed to disable their shi pat the cost of our systems and were, rather conveniently, spotted by the vessel we're in now. The vessel swallowed us and the ship managed to...land, within the foliage. Most of the crew became unconsious from the assault and subsequent landing when the natives found us.'' N'rai - ''I talked to the locals, and they seem to actively seek derelict ships. Technology and territory are the main currency here.'' Beltharon - ''I see. Well, can't exactly say you did the right thing since I was knocked out and locked away for several days in a dormitory while unable to recycle or dispose of any unnecessary waste as you lot went and talked to a giant alien space snake, but at least nobody died... Right?'' Arnas - ''Like I said the ensuing battle with the Brotherhood came at a great cost. Riiliva believes we sustined between eight and fifteen casualties by the time we landed.'' Arnas - If that wasn't bad enough, i've been recieving demands from this settlement's leader for the half of the crew that had minor to no injuries work to repair this leviathan's damaged systems as best they could. Beltharon - ...I hate all of you.

My Enclave Is Yours
8th Sendara ID.219503

As Pyrak's ship approached a barren planet somewhere on the fringes of the Imperium, Oreleva noticed something on the ship's scanners. Pyrak noticed a change in her and approached Oreleva, wide eyed and a blank expression on his face. He appeared somewhat scary as he walked towards her. Oreleva stepped back slightly, she winced and looked away from him as she opened her mouth.

Pyrak - Well, spit it out, animal. Oreleva - ''There's a ship orbiting the planet...Codes identify it as an Imp-imperial.. E-envoyer class.'' Pyrak - And you didn't think to tell us quicker? Oreleva - ''It was i-in orbit when we arrived... I had no idea I swear!''

Pyrak remained quiet and looked back to his master, surprisingly his voice was devoid of any anger.

Pyrak - My Lord, the animal tells me there is an Imperial vessel in orbit around the planet, Envoyer class. Volkarus - ''Those ships are usually unarmed. However what they usually carry can prove very dangerous. Envoyer class ships are often used by diplomats, Pyrak.'' Pyrak - ''Diplomats? I see.'' Volkarus - If there really is an envoy party down there, then I have no choicep ut to pay the ma visit. Pyrak - Shall I bring weaponry, My Lord? Volkarus - ''An escort is often not too far behind. I advise it.''

Pyrak nodded and pushed past Oreleva, approaching the armoury onboard the ship. He seemed to completely ignore her. Volkarus walked past Oreleva and she followed behind after an inhalation. Volkarus kept his back to her as he joined Pyrak inside the armoury.

Oreleva - Most gracious lords I want to know how long I must serve my penitance. Volkarus - ''Your foolish actions cost the lives of an entire enclave. Not giving you the mercy of death is punishment enough.''

Oreleva reached out to touch Volkarus but grabbed her arm and lifted her into the air. Pyrak slowly turned to Volkarus and Oreleva. He appeared to have a rather blank expression on his face upon witnessing the commotion. He threw her to the ground and kicked her in the stomach. Turning his back afterwards he looked towards Pyrak.

Oreleva - ''P-please master Pyrak... what will it take for me to redeem myself?''

Pyrak approached Oreleva, but did not touch her. Instead, he simply looked down at her with a somewhat angered face.

Pyrak - ''Redemption? Animals don't comprehend redemption. They are too stupid. You are barely an animal. You should consider yourself lucky I have not made you my personal experiment. Yet. A specimen such as yourself would serve science greatly if I had you on my autopsy table.''

Oreleva was clearly frightened and backed away slightly upon hearing this.

Pyrak - ''Imagine it. I could have your body drained of all fluids and examine your dried out corpse hanging from a line. Or I could test how much electricity it would take to completely incinerate your brain. I could dismember you and see how long you would twitch for with some added assistance of adrenaline shots. Yes, there is so much I could do with a specimen like you.''

Oreleva panicked and nodded slightly in compliance.

Oreleva - ''I... Will make you proud... master.'' Pyrak - ''You talk like I am your parent. Not even I would want to be the bearer of a child like you. What were your parents like? Were they nice? If they were, I do not see why they should have been. I do not see why they showed sympathy for you. They should have left you out on the streets to die. Maybe then your "mistake" would not have happened.'' Volkarus - *coughs* Pyrak.

Pyrak continued to stare down at Oreleva before kicking her with the clawed-end of his foot. He turned away and walked back towards Volkarus who was ready to descend to the surface. he gave a nod to Pyrak. Pyrak gave Volkarus a blade and a plasma rifle, while getting himself a small scythe and a plasma pistol. Oreleva stood up, her stomach bruised form the ordeal, and picked up a rifle from the rack. She inserted a power pack and looked at her masters.

Volkarus - ''We're ready. I shall have this ship target that ship outside.'' Pyrak - ''The ship is at your disposal, my Lord. Feel free to do as you wish with it.''

Volkarus nodded. As he teleported to the entrance, the ship fired a barrage at the Envoyer class. It did not take long for shots from Pyrak's ship to overcome the defences of the Envoyer. The ship exploded in a fierball high in orbit, only just visible fro mthe planet's surface.

They arrived inside the main door where several Khaxvis turned to look at the new arivals. many of them dropped their jaws in horror. "Is that really him?" they muttered "has our lord erturned?" "who is he with!?". Volkarus stepped forward and spread his wings. Pyrak appeared beside Volkarus and stepped forward, observing the Khaxvis who all seemed to look in shock.

Pyrak - ''You are not dreaming, you are not experiencing hallucinations. You stand in the presence of Volkarus Khaxvis, leader of House Khaxvis and one of the most powerful Draconis to have existed. What have you to say?''

Most of them complied, albeit it a few were rather frightened. One or two however, refused. Volakrus snarled when he saw the stragglers

Volkarus - You do not kneel before your true leader? Khaxvis - Quite frankly, we are sick of your rule! Volkarus - ''You... reject my majesty?'' Khaxvis - The Resurgence's cause was lost millenia ago, you simply revealed how far we have fallen! Volkarus - Excuse me?

Volkarus lifted his arm and with a twitch of his finger, beckoned the khaxvis over. The khaxvis nodded and walked up to Volkarus, not seeming frightened at all.

Volkarus - ''Who gave you the courage to stand up like this? WHO!'' Khaxvis - Hm, the Imperium sent a few delegates in your absence, they told us everything. Volkarus - I see... Pyrak - ''And you still dare to hold the Khaxvis name? You, who despise your own leader, dare continue to call yourselves Khaxvis?'' Khaxvis - Not for much longer! Khaxvis - ''We are all. Done. with your tyranny. Under the Imperium we shall prosper ten times more than we ever had in millenia!'' Pyrak - And you expect us to miss you? Khaxvis - Oh no, We expect the Imperium to kick you out out of orbit! Volkarus - Then I have only one response. Khaxvis - And that is?

Volkarus lifted his arm, in the blink of an eye he punched into the draconis' torso and took a firm hold of his heart. Lifting him into the air he crushed the pumping organ, blood poured out of the khaxvis's mouth as he died painfully. Holding the dead body, he slammed it into the floor, explosing gore everywhere.

Volkarus - Does anyone else feel like kicking me out of orbit?

Those that stood up promptly kneeled. Pyrak shuffled towards Volkarus and whispered into his ear. Oreleva looked to her masters with a look of fear in her eyes.

Pyrak - ''My Lord, I wish to collect a few live samples for later experimentation. When we find their leader, will I be able to bring him home?'' Volkarus - <>

The group walked down towards the main hall. Volkarus pushed the doors open and they slammed against the wall. Near to them several Talon Ground Legionnaires primed their weapons while at the back, a khaxvis was talking with a Drallivian diplomat. Everyoen jumped as the doors were thrown open and the khaxvis in the chair dropped his jaw.

Volkarus - ''Pyrak. deal with that diplomat of theirs.''

Volkarus lifted his arms, he clenched his fists and as he brought his forearms down and the Talon soldiers felt their chests getting crushed, they collapsed in turn, leaving only the diplomat's direct bodyguards. Pyrak looked at the bodyguards blankly and swung his scythe-wielding arm. The scythe was attached to a long chain that was connected to a gauntlet on Pyrak's wrist. The scythe was sent slashing through the skulls of the bodyguards in one swift movement. Pyrak then approached the diplomat. The diplomat, realising he was in danger backed away and opened his wings to make himself look larger.

Diplomat - ''Stay back! I have a document from the Imperal Grand Senate that prohibits any harm to my person while on a foreign visit!'' Pyrak - It just expired.

Pyrak swung his scythe again, dismembering the diplomat from his feet and allowing him to fall to the ground. Pyrak walked over and examined the diplomat. He knelt down and examined him further.

Pyrak - What does it feel like? Diplomat - Wh-what? Pyrak - ''How does it feel? To be seperated from your feet?'' Diplomat - ''Well... rather disorienting to be honest...'' Pyrak - ''You're taking this calmly. You are not like others I have seperated from their feet. Why do you not squeal and beg?'' Diplomat - ''Mainly because I have no clue what is going on. Also... those were cybernetic feet.'' Pyrak - ''What about your hands? Your arms? What about the rest of your legs? Your pecs? What about your forehead? You have ruined my evening with your cybernetic enhancements, but then again, I guess it's more fun to find the vulnerable flesh itself.'' Diplomat - ''J-just my legs... Hiking accident.'' Pyrak - ''I must thank you, for not dying on me or going unconscious. Are you aware why we are here?'' Diplomat - ''It's all a bit of a shock really... Your friend looks erm, somewhat familiar.'' Pyrak - ''My Lord, Volkarus. I brought him back. I am a good servant in his eyes.'' Diplomat - ''That's nice for you... Wait, you're one of those Resurgence loyalists aren't you?'' Pyrak - ''I serve my Lord without question or regret, even in his absence. I am indeed a loyalist, but the Resurgence has fallen into disarray because of the Imperium beginning to accept our members into your empire.'' Khaxvis - ''We're done ith your opression! This entire war has turned our entire house into a faction of monsters!'' Diplomat - ''The imperium is willing to open its arms to any of the resurgence who agrees to turning their back on your barbaric ways. We were close with this enclave before you three showed up.'' Pyrak - ''Barbaric? You call my work and my Lord "barbaric"? I have brought back life from scratch, designed it in an appealing image and managed to keep his own memories stored within my brain. What you call barbarism, I call sophistication.'' Diplomat - Eugenics, idolotry, barbasrism, these people want to turn away from that! Pyrak - ''We do not care. The only way the Khaxvis shall be part of the Imperium is when my Lord becomes its new Paragon.'' Diplomat - ''That's not what these people want! Please, you must understand these dwellers want a safe palce, they want a sanctuary, not more war.'' Pyrak - ''There will be no war if your people give my Lord what he rightfully deserves; the title of Paragon and the exile of the Ultanos House. The conflict shall end, life is well for all.''

The diplomat lifted his head and glared at Pyrak Giving the Zazane his answer silently. Volkarus dug his claws into the body of the man sitting in the enclave master's chair and leaned down. Pyrak remained quiet and then stood up, leaving the diplomat to bleed on the floor.

Pyrak - ''The scythe is tipped with a paralyzing neurotoxin. You will not be able to move for the next few hours. You may as well just sleep.'' Volkarus - You are not the enclave master that was assigned here, where is he! Khaxvis - ''In the cells... we couldn't kill him so we decided to lock him up.''

Volkarus forced his foot down and crushed the body of the man he was standing on. He then looked up at Pyrak

Volkarus - We may as well pay the man a visit. Pyrak - ''Oh good. I was getting a little over-excited.'' Volkarus - I hope you do not mind your "pet" joining, I want to show her something.

Pyrak nodded and turned to Oreleva, staring at her.

Pyrak - ''Animal. My Lord demands you come with us. You shall not disobey or you will suffer the same fate as the diplomat you see on the floor.''

Orleva nodded quietly and walked over to the pair.

Volkarus teleported them below to the cells and found themselves face-to-face with a large metal pod. Volakrus looked at the controls and typed into them, his codes allwoed the pod to open to reveal a heavily-restrained Blessed One who roused from drowsiness.

Pyrak - ''Look at him. He looks pathetic, perhaps on par with my animal.'' One - ''Pathetic? Urgh, before those traitors imprisoned me I was one of several descended by Tyraz himself!'' Pyrak - ''That does not change the fact you remain here imprisoned by lesser beings. One would think you would be a more impressive specimen. ''It seems not. And I am disappointed.'' One - Hrmph! Pyrak - My Lord, what do you think? Volkarus - ''He let himself get subdued. Don't worry child, I have a plan to make you more useful.''

Volkarus walked up to the pod and raised his hand to press against the blessed one's chest. Volakrus smiled deviously and looked at Pyrak before his hands began glowing red as black energy leaked from the Blessed one's body and into him. The restrained Blessed One screamed in pain as he struggled to free himself but by then he was too weak to break out of his bonds. As the reitual progressed, the One's body began to crack. it became clear VOlkarus wasn'tsimply weakening him.

Pyrak - ''Your full potential is to empower my Lord. WHta power you offer shall now become his. This is not self-preservation, you are an example of prolonged storage. My Lord saved you for a rainy day.'' One - ''What gah... I waited all this.. argh.. time for this!?'' Oreleva - My lord plase, you're going to kill him!

Volkarus simply laughed as the One's skin began to crack and his scales burned to ash. Pyrak turned and punched Oreleva onto the floor once again, an agitated look on his face before looking back at the spectacle.

Pyrak - Quiet animal, stop your barking. Oreleva - ''All his years of service.. and this is how you reward him!?'' Pyrak - I said stop your barking!

Pyrak slammed his fist against her face repeatedly and painfully, stomping on her body in anger. She raised her arm in surrender and blubbered as she begged for her life, al lthe while the final ashes of the One's body became nothing but vapour, every scrap of energy was absorbed into Volkarus's body and he smiled.

Oreleva - ''I'll stop. No more!''

Pyrak smiled as she begged and stomped on her some more before eventually stopped, leaving her bloodied and bruised but still alive. He looked at his master as the Blessed One turned into vapour. Volakrus roleld his shoulders back as the last traces of energy flowed into his arm and coursed though his body.

Pyrak - You devoured him down to his mere particles. Volkarus - ''Every scap is worth it. And now our work really begins.'' Pyrak - What do you have in mind, my Lord? Volkarus - ''I need time to plan. I hope you are not being too rough with your new pet. Make yourself at home, we shall use this enclave as a new headquarters.''

Oreleva blubbered, she wanted to say something but was afraid to. Pyrak looked to Oreleva and approached her calmly.

Pyrak - You have something to say. Oreleva - ''Wh... what acc-commodation do I deserve.. m-master?'' Pyrak - ''Oh. You shall be receiving a high grade room, with a view over the landscape and full plumbing so you can wash, drink and clean.'' Oreleva - R-r-really? Pyrak - ''No. You will be resting in the dungeon. You will be fed once a day with a small meal portion of krann food and you shall have the opportunity to be washed once every fortnight, where you will be hosed down and scrubbed. For your bad behaviour tonight, you will not be receiving food for the next three days. You will however be supplied by water, albeit my wash water. If you desire to eat, I am sure there are several rodents down in the dungeons for you to capture.'' Oreleva - ''Three... days?''

She sighed and nodded. Pyrak dragged oreleva down through the enclave's dungeons before he kicked her into a small dank cell and slammed the door behind her. It was dark, cold and grey. She could hear the squeaking of slikkids - small bipedal lizards that often lived in such places. Perhaps one of her only food sources.

Volkarus took the enclave master's quarters for himsself, a litle dissapointed that the furniture was a little too small for him. No matter, he could always make better furniture using the enclave's replicators. He felt he only deserved the best so in taking the personal chambers, he reserved the adjacant corridor and the associated rooms. Pyrak took one of the empty quarters near to the enclave's science facilities and quickly set about gathering test subjects, victims for his future experiements, primarily those who resisted in their takeover.

The Holy Dominion
15th March, 2793

Shalonar, a scientist working for the  was being escorted though  Rex's palace to deliver some important news. He was joined by Vetarion and as they arrived at the doors to the great hall they spotted Kragh. Both of these men were the sons of Kordan. Their heritage, as Shalonar believed, made them akin to gods below Zr'An'Kar.

Vetarion - ''Afternnon brother. I wasn't expecting you here.''

Kragh chuckled as he looked to them.

Vetarion - What's so funny. Kragh - ''Can I not come here to mock my father from time to time? Anyway, who's the boyfriend?''

Kragh pointed at Shalonar. The young Draconizane gazed upon the children of Kordan with awe, bowing before them while murmuring.

Shalonar - ''Great ones... I bring news from the other side.'' Vetarion - ''He brings word of a new universe, or so he tells me. I was here to inform our father.'' Kragh - ''New universe? What, without our divinity inside of it?'' Vetarion - Not for long, if father approves. Shalonar - ''It was... magnificent.'' Kragh - He's an old man now, he'll believe anything. Shalonar - ''Countless civilisations there. Trillions of lifeforms. All lost, without our guidance. We must act.''

Shalonar had barely managed to make himself speak, both from the presence of his divine masters and what he saw in the outer universe. As they talked, One of Kordan's guards opened te door slightly and looked to the group, bowing his head as he did so.

Guard - His majesty can see you now. Kragh - Yeah, give us a moment!

Kragh proceeded to punch the guard away for interrupting. His strength sent the guard flying, slamming the door in the process.

Vetarion - All of it ripe for our hand to spread. Kragh - And how can we be sure this...mortal doesn't speak lies or insanity?

As Shalonar spoke, a small serpentine creature slithered out of his sleeve. The explorer smiled at its sight.

Shalonar - ''This is what I managed to get from the world behind the wall. Kragh looked at the serpentine creature and grabbed it forcefully.''

Kragh - ''Looks like nothing more than a worm...! Friend of yours, Vetarion?'' Vetarion - No. it's a shame Mithra was not here to see it, you know what she is like with animals.

Scared, the creature screeched loudly, as if in fear, and then attempted to escape Kragh's grasp. As it did, he realised it had in fact left a coat of acid on him - it was hissing. Kragh looked at the little creature and threw it back at Shalonar. Because he was descended he was not really bothered with what it did to his hands. But he was still angry over the fact it secreted on him in the first place. Vetarion chuckled.

Kragh - You dare bring such a vile creature into the house of gods?! Vetarion - I don't think it likes you.

Kragh panted heavily and clenched his fist. However, a hand gripped his head and dragged him into the room - Kordan Rex himself.

Kordan - I've heard enough of your empty threats, today. Shalonar - ...My apologies, Great On- Lord Kordan...

Vetarion followed his brother inside, pulling Shalonar with him. Shalonar now stood almost motionless, his religious awe taking him over. Kordan was a god made manifest to him. His colossal stature towering over Shalonar, making him feel insignificant. Kordan remained silent and threw Kragh across the room before taking his place on his throne. He looked down to Shalona once he was comofrtable. Shalonar did not believe his own eyes: God Emperor Kordan before him? Not only that but speaking to him.

Kordan - Remind me, what was your name, youngling?

Shalonar - S-s-shalonar Taros, o Emperor... Kordan - ''Shalonar Taros...Ah yes, I remember that name. A scientist, a philosopher?''

Kordan chuckled at Shalonar's face. It wasn't often that mere mortals such as him saw Kordan in his own palace.

Shalonar - Scientist, my liege. Vetarion - He claims to have discovered a new universe - one that potentially fits Zr'An'kar's prophecies.

Kordan growled at Vetarion. Prompting his son to gulp with nerves.

Kordan - You may address his "prophecies" as "truths". Vetarion - ''Y-yes, father. As you wish.'' Kordan - Taros, tell me more! Shalonar - ''Yes... I have seen thousands of species there. And I am not exaggerating, my lord.''

Kordan leaned forward, rubbing his chin.

Kordan - ''Zazane? Draconis?'' Shalonar - ''And hundreds of starfaring empires. None of them can even be compared to our own, but... some of them distress me. Some of them... are almost like us.''

Kordan slammed a fist and stood up. The force cracking the metal that made up the armrest of his throne. Vetarion stepped back and had his hands behind his back.

Kordan - ''Nobody compares to the might of my race or kin! You disgrace your own kind by even contemplating such comparisons!'' Shalonar - ''You should have seen them, Great Ones. They looked like us... but different. In a strange way. I... I can't explain it.'' Vetarion - Choose your next words carefully, mortal...

Kordan nodded and sat back in his seat.

Kordan - ''It is confirmed. This is indeed the universe that contains the Zazane and Draconis.'' Vetarion - ''It is as Zr'An'Kar said. But can you tell us; in this universe are they allies or enemies?'' Shalonar - ''Allies. They forged an alliance spanning all their galaxy.''

Kordan slammed his fist again and looked to his two sons, growling aggressively.

Kragh - Ugh, Zazane and Draconis are allies now...? Vetarion - Don't you remember when Zr'An'Kar revealed himself to all of us? Kragh - All I remember was word of this man, "Tyraz Breek"! Vetarion - ''Father. With your blessing we shall go to this universe and carry out our lord's will.'' Kragh - By our lord's will, you mean annihilate every piece of worthless scum we can find! Shalonar - ''Tyraz Breek. I heard this name.'' Kordan - ''Granted. You two shall take an exploration and military group into this new universe, to route out and destroy any trace of Zazane or Draconis you can find, as well as bring us new slaves. And you shall take the mortal with you.'' Vetarion - ''As you command, father.

Vetarion bowed and placed his hand on his chest.

Kragh - ''Yes! At long last, I shall fight the foes that you, Old Man, fought long ago!'' Shalonar - ''Service is its own reward, Great One. I shall comply.'' Kordan - ''One thing I shall ask of you is NOT to screw this up! You are demigods, when I was younger I had no great Essence swords or powers and I eliminated them by myself. Well, alongside my loyal people. You shall lead yours the same way, I hope.'' Vetarion - We shall not dissapoint you, father. Kragh - Yeah, we'll kick their shyrak-spewing asse--

In the blink of an eye, Kordan proceeded to warp from his throne to in front of Kragh, pummeling him into the ground aggressively.

Kordan - You do not curse inside of my home.

Vetarion backed away at this sudden bout of aggresion. Kordan let go of Kragh and warped back to his throne. There was some excitement in his eye and aura.

Kordan - ''You have both grown so much. If I could, I would come with you, to fight those rabbid beasts alongside my children. But I must remain here and watch over the Dominion. I cannot do everything myself anymore.'' Vetarion - If you like father, we can bring this 'Tyraz' back with us for you. Kordan - ''I do not see anything special of this particular mortal and I am shocked you refer to him by name. It is almost as if he is respectable enough to be indentified by his name.'' Vetarion - I remember Zr'An'kar took particular interest in him. Kordan - ''Yes...Find this man, and bring him here before me. Kill anybody you must to achieve it.'' Kordan - Vetarion, I expect you to be responsible this time. Vetarion - As long as my dear brother does not have me on a leash the entire time I will do my upmost. Kragh - It's not my fault you had your...rear handed to you during the war with the Society! Vetarion - I could have done better if you didn't contantly treat me like a child! Kragh - When you learn to look after yourself without resorting to your Demon Form, then I'll respect you like an adult!

Vetarion folded his arms and turned away from his brother with a huff. Kordan grunted and placed a palm to his snout. He became irritated whenever his two sons argued like children.

Kordan - Leave my sight before I really get angry.

Vetarion unfolded his arms. He took a firm hold of Shalonar's right arm and pulled him away. Kragh chuckled and walked away slowly, but not before uttering "Old Man" once more as he left. Kordan chuckled as they left the room - he was not so weak that he could not hear Kragh's mutterings.

Stratocracy and Resurgence
6th April, 2793

Gnorvi of the Gros send a transmission to what his sources had told him was a Khaxvis planet. He hoped to get their allegiance like he had done with the Kordalu. On the other side was static. All he could hear was a voice on the other end.

??? - Who is this and how did you get this frequency? Gnorvi - ''I am Grand Admiral Gnorvi of the Stratocracy of Karnagtah, and I have my ways. I take this is the Khaxvis Resurgence speaking?'' ??? - ''Gnorvi eh? We've heard rumours...'' Gnorvi - ''I wish to do business. So be a good person and get someone on the screen. I'd rather not talk to static.''

As Gnorvi spoke a cloud of black energy formed behind him. One of the first things to emerge was a pair of glowing red eyes.

??? - The last time the Resurgence did business with aliens we lost more than one of our holdings.

The tendrils on Gnorvi's back all wiggled and he started to cough from his cigar.

Gnorvi - What the...how did you get here?

The cloud reformed and standing behind Gnorvi was Volkarus. Looking at the Gros with a devious smile on his face.

Volkarus - I have my ways.

Gnorvi turned his chair and stared at Volkarus, surprised. The guards around the room, made up of Gros and Kordalu Zazane, all aimed their weapons at Volkarus.

Gnorvi - ''...Volkarus Khaxvis? My sources told me you were deceased...'' Volkarus - I was, but it takes more than some reject alien to get rid of me. Gnorvi - ''Well. You being alive and in front of me only proves my lead. Stand down, men. That's no way of treating a guest.''

The guards all lowered their weapons.

Volkarus - A wise decision. Gnorvi - ''You said aliens caused you losses before. That's because you sided yourself with weaklings. I hope to make Andromeda a galaxy where the weak are no more, and your people have potential.'' Volkarus - ''I am glad to see you appreciate the resurgence's ethos. The Imperium has grown weak and frail, but I shal lrestore it to strength. We can both benefit from this little deal, you and I.'' Gnorvi - ''Yes. I propose an alliance between us. Mutual aid to bring down the weaklings who make up the Commonwealth. Also, note where you stand. This is Segmentum Exterioris. I'm sure I could get you some territory in here, safe from anyone who may attempt to hunt you.'' Volkarus - ''Your offer -is- tempting hmm. But I have seen the reports of this "New Dawn". And I am sure more commonwealth vessels will follow.'' Gnorvi - ''Indeed, that cursed ship roams the Segmentum. It has visited one of my planets, actually. But worry not, I have a large connection of information brokers, bounty hunters and pirates all under my control to keep it off your track.'' Volkarus - ''Perhaps we consider this: We work together, I become paragavatus of the Imperium and under my authorit, Segmentum Exterioris shall become yours without question. Any who defy such a statement can answer to both of us.'' Gnorvi - See, I knew you were a good businessman. Volkarus - Naturally.

Volkarus paced about with his hands clasped over his stomach.

Gnorvi - ''The Stratocracy is currently in no position of waging war, which is why links with strong empires such as yours are being made. We are going places, my friend. The weak must serve the strong, the strong must serve us.'' Volkarus - While the resurgence's enclaves do fulfill the role of a haven, it would be nice to have a bastion to call my own...for now. Gnorvi - ''Now, I believe we are done here. It's been a pleasure to make business with you.'' Volkarus - ''I forsee a grand future Gnorvi. As long as your peopel are not disrespectful mine shall not think the same way, and you and I will go far.'' Gnorvi - ''Oh, worry not about such. I respect the universe's strongest, and your presence alone proves you are such.'' Volkarus - ''Glad to hear. There is just..one thing to do before I leave. To seal our agreement.'' Gnorvi - I'm listening.

Volakrus pulled out a disk containing a transparent petri dish like object rimmed in gold. He opened a latch on the disk and opened it up, using one of his own claws he made a tiny incision on his finger and let his demonic blood drip into the container. After his blood coated the bottom he moved the holding hand and the disk towards Gnorvi.

Gnorvi - A blood pact, hm? Volkarus - Only fitting, don't you agree?

Gnorvi chuckled and pierced one of his fingers with a claw slighty to make some blood drip into the disk. After a few drops, Volkarus snapped the lid shut and chuckled. He passed his finger over the rim, an intense heat sealing the disk.

Volkarus - ''Thank you. I shall now be on my way.'' Gnorvi - Farewell.

Volkarus stepped back, turned into black vapour with a smile and vanished before Gnorvi's eyes. Meanwhile, the Gros admiral looked a this finger with a smirk.

Gnorvi - Good thing blood pacts don't really mean anything to me.

Hostile Takeover
8th May, 2793

Arvaad Tactical Solutions, ATS for short, was a Private Security Company headquartered in the. Contacts across Andromeda and beyond, with interests not just in security contracting but also mining, engineering and the arms trade. Their headquarters on Orviona was a busy hive of commerce and productivity. Overlooking the office tower in the city's financial district was. She crouched low and peered over a ledge, observing the security on the ground floor.

But she was not so inhibited as them. She took several steps back from the ledge and took a flying leap off the edge, soaring through the air, aided by the energies had given her. She aimed for a middle-story window and, shielding herself, passed rought through it without so much as chipping the glass. The office workers were shocked as she phased through the walls. She ended up in an office where an executivve was startled by her presence. She pinned him against a wall and as he panicked she firced him ot stare into her luminous eyes. As he did so he felt drowsy and collapsed. Stuffing him under the desk, Tytho assyumed his from. He panicked pleas he had made were perfect to disguise her own voice. brushing herself down she swiped his ID hand headed out of the office and towards an elevator.

She avoided eye-contact with any and all security and any personnel that may recognise her. The brief period she spent staring into the executive's eyes gave her the information she needed ot reach the top: Passwords, key contacts, directions. She had gotten lucky.

Arriving at the top floor she took a few minutes to look around and admire the decor, red velevet met white and black marble, trimmed with silver and gold. She haded for a large metal door that was flanked by two guards armed with SMGs. As she paced up, the guards noticed her and one of the mstepped in front of the door. Tytho cleared her throat, ready to mimic the executive.

Guard - What is your business here? Tytho - I have business with the chairman. Guard - Authorisation?

Tytho showed the executive's ID. However the guard scoffed and displayed a joking smirk. As he did, Tytho grabbed him and his aprtner by the skull. The tail on her disguise whipped around and crushed their guns one at a time efore she brought them close. They felt paralysed but as she concentrated they struggled less. She let go and the guard who originally scoffed her blankly opened the door for her. Inside, a Colmar in a high qaulity suit was alking via holocommunicator, Tytho waved her hand; the door sealed and the hologram was shut off. The Colmar, Chairman Orfiv; ATS's director turned to look at Tytho looking furious.

Orfiv - ''Hey, buddy, do you have a death-wish or something? I was in the middle of business!'' Tytho - I don't care. Orfiv - ''Are you listening? I was in the middle of a bloody contract. Did your ego inflate above your pay-grade or something?'' Tytho - Not really.

In the blink of an eye, Tytho reappeared right in front of Orfiv's rather large desk. he stood up and backed away - she had uncovered her true form, a nightmarish image athat loomed tall over him. Colmar were the samllest of the Solonese races but Tytho's visage was even taller. She waved her hand and orfiv found himself drifting vertically into the air and close ot her face. He tried to pull himself away but she grabbed his face and forced him to stare into her luminous white eyes. her gaze became hypnotic, after a few seconds he became entranced and stared with an absent look on his face.

Tytho - ''From now until I release you from service, you will do as I command. Your company, your assets, shall all answer to me.'' Orfiv - Yes.... Tytho - ''When I say you jump, you jump. Am I clear?''

Orfiv nodded lazily. With a smirk, Tytho had him drift back down and he landed on his feet. Snapping out of his trance he looked upat Tytho.

Tytho - ''I will make suer you are compensated. Oh and...I wish to visit the other top executives.'' Orfiv - I shall arrange for you to meet with them personally, ma'am. Tytho - Excellent.

A sinister smile spread across Tytho's face, spreading from ear-to-ear. She gave an acceptive nod to Orfiv and dissapeared from the room. As she did, Orfiv suddenly could not remember the form he saw, only that he would be compelled do whatever her voice asked of him. Within a few days, the rest of Arvaad's board were the same. It had all been a setup, an engineered plan. One of the most well-connected PMCs in inner Andromeda was now a puppet of Tytho's and - by extension - the. However this was no expertly-tailored plan by the Dark Lord. This was Tytho's own mission, but she still had the Empire's goals in mind. And waht a goal to have such an influential military unit within Andromeda wrapped around her finger.

A Servant's Lamentation
17th May, 2793

Oreleva lay on her bed in her cell beneath the enclave. She often spent her nights crying to herself. She often slept facing the wall, preferring not to bear seeing the room she had been reduced to. She was one of Volkarus's chosen, she was beyond mortal and at one time had power beyond most mortals. All of that was now gone. She was a slave to ' msot faithful servant, above all a Zazane, worse, a Zazane Volkarus had altered. It secretly burned inside her how Pyrak was somehow of higher standing to her master compared to her.

This evening, what little morsal she had for food had been eaten, she hated eating, she was not given any fine things, she was forced ot eat leftovers. Tonigght it had been some boiled half-eaten slikkid that onf of the enclave's Krann had not fully eaten. it tasted like rubber and it was as if the boiling had drained the taste away. She lay facing the wall that night, as usual, quietly sobbing. She muttered to herself. Pyrak had beaten her earlier that evening, as he always did. She wished him suffering but as she sat sobbing to herself, there was a sudden voice after she spoke. It was very familiar, in fact it was rather scarring. It had appeared out of nowhere with no hints to when it had got to behind her cell door.

Pyrak - ''And what? You go and live in a palace without suffering for your own mistakes and faults? Stand up, I'm tired of hearing you mutter. Animals shouldn't talk anyway.''

Oreleva's eyes widened, she did her best to stop her blubbering but it was difficult. She sat frozen. Instead of standingup, she curled up further, hoping Pyrak would go away but a part of her mind stated otherwise.

Pyrak - Shall I have to repeat my order or did you not value the air you had in here tonight? Oreleva - ''N-no... master.

She slowly climbed off her bed, hanging her head low as she shambled towards the door. Her scarred and disfigured face was still screwed-up from her time alone. Ever since the day Crispy had bombed the enclave, ever since she was thrown out of that tank prematurelyshe had been disfigured. Pyrak looked down at his wrist and pulled out a key that was hidden under some of his scales, acting like a pocket. he barely looked at Oreleva as she shambled over towards the door.

Pyrak - ''Next time, I expect you to do as I say. Disobedient animals that step out of line often get punished further.'' Oreleva - I wasn't being rebellious this time, I swear. Pyrak - ''Then explain your sentence before I arrived. Or rather, during the five minutes I was watching you sob and cry out of ungratefulness. Are you not grateful for the food I give you, for the water? Are you not grateful for the air you breath and the living quarters I have given you?'' Oreleva - I used to have better. Pyrak - ''Better? Failures get punished, not palaces or rewards.''

Pyrak opened the door to her cell and approached her slowly. His intimidating figure meant that she stepped back and he could easily see the fear in ehr eyes. Pyrak was one of Volkarus' "Superzazane", an experimental counter to the 's own Niddan Ho as well as a way to ensure a sense of loyalty for the Zazane under the resurgence's command. As such, he was taller tthan hear, a full head at least. it was almost fitting how he treated her like an animal, clearly signifying how weak she was in his presence.

Pyrak - ''Come here. I demand you. Look me in the eyes.''

Oreleva was hesitant ,constantly fearing her master's whip. Constantly fearing the next 'disobediant' act would garner another beating. With hesitation she looked up at him, she felt a chill run through her spine as she looked at him. But Pyrak, his face welling up in anger, slammed his fist into the side of her head, knocking her down with sheer force. Somehow furious with her as she hit the cold ground of her cell.

Pyrak - Never look me in the eyes! Oreleva - But you said to... Pyrak - ''You are stupid. Looking one's master in the eyes is a sign of disobedience.'' Oreleva - ''I..am no.. animal.''

Oreleve scrabbed up from the floor and attempted to hit Pyrak. Her fict went straight for his stomach, but upon collisino it was like solid rock. Pyrak barely moved and held a blank expression on his face, he simply watched as she harmlessly attacked him. One punch was all it took for her to back away apologetically. She looked down with shame.

Oreleva - I...I'm sorry! Pyrak - ''You act on impulse and want, like an animal. Your display of disobedience there was a perfect sign that I am correct.''

Pyrak turned away from her and gestured for her to follow behind. She complied, muttering High Dracid expletives udner her breath and behind his back. Obviously, Pyrak noticed and could make some of the words out.

As they walked though a main corridor, Pyrak waited until Oreleva was close enough. He turned around and punched her in the side of her head again, roaring out aggressively. This caused her to back against a wall, some of the other enclave inhabitants looked at her with either confusion or dissapointment as they passed. It was no secret how Pyrak treated her, but in knowing waht she had done, most agreed she deserved it. Others didn't question, confident in that Volkarus would have made the right choice no matter waht the circumstances.

Pyrak - ''You are lucky not to be living in a cage! You are lucky I even consider you an animal, yet you try my tolerance you worthless sack of Shyrak waste!''

Oreoelva tried backing further, looking away from Pyrak feeling disgraced with herself.

Pyrak - ''How DARE you lay a scale on your master, who has given you the treatment you deserve after saving your life from your own mistake! Attempt another attack like that...and I'll have your room taken from you and reduce you to one of the vermin that live in our waste disposal systems.''

She tried to speak, but inside she knew that there was no point and kept silent, isntead she nodded submissively.

Oreleva - I won't master... Pyrak - ''Good. Follow me, Master Volkarus wishes for our presence. Or rather, he desires my presence and has asked me to drag you along.''

A Sinister Plan
Oreleva nodded and followed quietly. Volkarus was in a strategy room looking over charts and maps. He looked up to see Pyrak enter, Oreleva timidly kept behind him.

Volkarus - I take it your pet was being disobediant again? Pyrak - When is it not? Volkarus - If you keep beating it, you might end up with nothing left.

Volkarus walked around Pyrak and glared directly at Oreleva. His piercing red eyes and herculean pysique made her feel pathetic, moreso than whenever she spent time with Pyrak.

Volkarus - ''A shame... before my death she used to be one of my most loyal.'' Pyrak - Alas, I think its corpse would be more useful now. Volkarus - ''I digress. I have a plan that might get me the throne. Granted it is a little unorthadox.'' Pyrak - Strap this worthless walking piece of Shyrak with a bomb and send her near the palace?

Volkarus chuckled and ignored any seriosu thought on Pyrak's remark. He picked up a holoemitter and tossed it between his hands, before he placed it onto the table and activated it. The projector dispalyed a holographic image of Alessa Ultanos.

Volkarus - ''Ever seen her before, Pyrak? Pyrak - ''Only in outdated news reports. I heard she is very popular amongst her family as a diplomat.'' Volkarus - ''And one of Uriel's older daughters. He is very approving of her.'' Pyrak - What I wouldn't do to get a sample of her tissues and torture it until it is no more... Volkarus - Now now, you can consider that once my plan is finished.

Volkarus and Pyrak talked quietly for an hour, leaving Oreleva to sit in a corner. She wondered to herself what the plan could involve or how it could involve Alessa. Whatever it was, Pyrak had a mild look of concern on his face but Volkarus felt confident. She noticed that the two of them stopped talking when she saw Pyrak walking over to her. Looming over her, he put on a smile and exended his hand to her. Thisconfused her but, rememebring what happened earlier refused ot look him in the eyes.

Pyrak - Oreleva was your name, wasn't it? Oreleva - Y...y-yes. Pyrak - How would you feel about living in...more civilized quarters? Oreleva - I would be overjoyed master! Pyrak - ''If that is the case, you shall be resting within the upper levels. Although you shall be assisting me within our labs.'' Oreleva - I do not mind master. Pyrak - ''Oreleva, you shall be fed regularly as of this afternoon. Standard heated meal.''

A broad smile spread across Oreleva's face as she heard the news. It was almost dreamlike; Pyrak offering her a comfortable room and the chance of a proper meal. But osmething dawned on her; what if this was an attempt on Pyrak's behalf to abuse her again?

Oreleva - You're not setting me up for a fall are you master? Pyrak - If you are to be of assistance, Oreleva, you can be considered a standard member of our team.

Oreleva kneeled before him, she was about to cry with joy at this news. It was no lie, she was getting respect at last. As she kneeled, Pyrak's smile returned to his usual blank expression.

Oreleva - I will do what I can to not dissapoint you, master. Pyrak - Pack whatever things you have and move to the fourth floor by tonight.

As Oreleva nodded and ran out of the room, Volkarus stepped up to stand beside him and looked out as Oreleva rand thought the corridor.

Volkarus - She's looking more obedient already. Pyrak - It is only a temporary disgust. Volkarus - ''She'll calm down once things set in. I hope you are not too disturbed with this plan of mine Pyrak.'' Pyrak - ''I fear for you, my Lord. What if you become...carried away?'' Volakrus - ''Alessa is nohing compared to me, she will be not buthing a tool. I find it unlikely.'' Pyrak - ''Do not tread the path of love lightly, my Lord. One can lose themselves easily along the journey.'' Volkarus - ''I will bear that in mind. For now, we must prepare, this mission will not be an easy one.''

Volakrus waved his hand casually as he turned back towards the table, a sign that Pyrak was dismissed. He nodded and turned away before walking out of the room quietly, leaving Volkarus to his thoughts.

Alessa's Kidnapping
20th May, 2793

Alessa had decided to travel to one of the Ultanos country villas on Icarka-Persillus Prime. THe planet itself had a legendary history, for here, over forty millennia ago the first wormhole contructed by the Imperium opened. it was the first step on the road to a grander future and had solidified the modern Imperium. The thick jungles and humid air made it perfect for new recruits but Alessa was theri with a different purpose. She had decided to visit one of the dozens of country villas that lay scattered in the central mountains. The air was cooler and thinner, better for her scales than the lower-altitude tropics.

The twin suns, Icarka and Persillus were hight in the sky. They were blue giants, immense stars that pumped out immense heat and energy. The Imperium had constructed clouds of energy-gathering sattelites to tame the twin stars, cooling the entire system by a few degrees as a result.The entire planet was bathed in an ethereal light blue by the suns' light and Alessa was looking forward to a few days of relaxation.

When she arrived she was greeted by one of the hosue servants. She smiled and looked down at him cheerfully.

Servant - ''My lady Alessa! it is good that you have come, on your way here we had other guests. They were very eager to meet with you this evening.'' Alessa - ''Odd, I don't remember inviting anyone. Who were they?'' Servant - ''I...don't know They weren't specific. Only specific in that they wanted to speak with you.'' Alessa - ''Well, I would not want to be rude. Can you take me to them?'' Servant - Yes my lady, they are waiting in one of the downstairs gueest bedrooms.

Alessa nodded and followed the servant to the aforementioned quarters, remeniscing the hanging artwork along the way. When she was guided inside there was a large red draconis standing at the back of the room. Their face was obscured as they turned to their visitors.

Servant - Lady Alessa, as you requested sir. ??? - ''Thank you. You may leave us for now.''

The servant nodded and closed the door behind himself. Unaware that behind the door was another figure that slowly walked up towards Alessa.

Alessa - I am curious as to why you wanted to see me. ??? - ''I just wanted to talk. I have heard a lot and I was wondering if you could halp me with a little something.'' Alessa - Well...I don't know you, you haven't given me a na--

Alessa was startled as a clawed hand held her mouth shut, she struggled but her attacker was immensely strong. She writhed and grunted, panicking of waht was happening. When she tried to open her wings she found that the attacker arms kept her wings tightly clsoed, barring her from opening her wings any masurable distance. As she struggled, the assailant pulled out an injector that had been placed inside their gauntlet - somehow able to hold her victim with only one arm - and pressed it against Alessa's neck. Within a few moments, ALessa began to feel drowsy, she stopped struggling and fell unconsious. As she collpased to the floor the figure walked up to her and removed his hood, quietly chuckling to himself. He bore striking features commonly found on the Blessed Few, the elite soldiers of the. His partner was similar. Although she was not as high-ranking as him, she had managed to keep Alessa quiet with strength-enhancing artificial muscle.

Blessed One - Place her in the container and we will ahve her taken back to the Master. Assailant - Of course sir. What about the estate? Blessed One - ''Dispatch some mercenaries and have them guard the estate. Nothing gets out, and no one is to come close.'' Assailant - And the servants? Blessed one - ''Mmm...kill them. No better: Kill one half of them, we shall take the other half back to the enclave.'' Assailant - Looking for a promotion are we? Blessed One - ''After Oreleva's punishment and Kvorus's death, one has to prove himself valuable. I don't want to become another plaything to..."him"''.

The belssed one shuddered at the thought of Pyrak as he helped his partner stuff Alessa into a storage container. After shutting the lid, the BlessedOne pressed a few buttons, engaging a magnetic lock and triggered the start of a tiny hum from inside.

Blessed One - She's such a pretty thing, I feel sorry for waht she is about to be pu through. Assailant - But aren't His order's absolute? Blessed One - ''They are. All I am saying is that the poor thing is about to endure something...quite horrific.'' Assailant - You mean Pyrak. Blessed One - When is that alien not disturbing?

The container doubled as a life support unit, allowing for Alessa to be transported across the Imperium without anyone knowing better. As they left, AO-8 dropships deployed mercenaries who began gunning down every second house servant while taking the others hostage. SOme of them brought the servants back to the dropships and stuffed them in the back.

By the tiem they were done, Alessa was on her way through Hyperspace to the distant enclave where Pyrak and Volkarus waited.

Plaything Of A Mad Scientist
24th May, 2793

Pyrak was waiting in his lab. Not long ago he had been informed by oreleva that Alessa had arrived, not as a guest but as a prisoner of the Resurgence. Alongside other assistants he had been getting ready, Oreleva moved with the container holding Alessa's dormant body and brought it int othe lab. She saluted to Pyrak as she walked in. He nodded to Oreleva, an act of acknowledgement, before he pointed over to a seat in the center of the room. The seat was large enough to fit a Draconis, with bonds attached to the arms, legs and back. As well as this, there were three needles extending for a portrusion at the stomach-rest of the seat, each filled with a different liquid of varying colours.

Pyrak - Place the subject within the seat, make sure it is strapped down tightly and securely and be sure to wake her up upon my command.

Oreleva nodded respectfully. The container was positioned next to the chair. The door opened to reveal Alessa, still unconsious from ehr ordeal. She had been so for days, sleeping soundly through the aid of the life-support unit built into the container. Oreleva looked over her sleeping body and gripped the fabric of the elegant gown that she had been wearing when she was captured. With a swift tug, the entire gown was torn off and Alessa was carefully placed into the chair. Throwing the torn dress to the flooor, Oreleva saw to the straps alongside the other assisitant. Alessa's head was limp, still drowsy from the drugs Oreleva ahd used to keep her unconsious.

Oreleva - She's yours, master.

Once Alessa had been strapped in and secured, the needles moved up. One needle to the left side of her head, another to the right, another just behind her crest. The needles were quick to penetrate the scales and injected their liquids between the spaces of them. It was a quick process. Once the needles were empty, they moved away from her head back to their original position.

Pyrak - ''Oreleva, wake up the subject. A good slap around the face or two should do it.''

Mark Stamp: Oreleva nodded. She walked up to Alessa and slapped her firmly on the right cheek, the force threw her head sharply to the left. her eyes flickered open, still drowsy fro mthe sadative. Alessa's head swayed as she reluctantly roused from consciousness. She felt numb in her left cheek but as she lifted her arm she realised she was strapped to a chair. As her vision restored itself, Oreleva was the first thing in view. Pyrak shoved Oreleva out of the way, albeit gently, and looked down at Alessa. He had a stoic expression on his face with a remote control in his hand, with many buttons on it. He kept standing up and he spoke softly to her.

Pyrak - Subject 123.B, do you know why you are here? Alessa - My name is Alessa Ultanos. Pyrak - ''I shall repeat myself. Subject 123.B, do you know why you are here?'' Alessa - Not until you aknowledge my real name!

Pyrak stood up and he turned away from her, he approached Oreleva and whsipered to her quietly, far enough from Alessa for her not to hear.

Pyrak - ''I must thank you for allowing me to examine the Draconis biology while you were under my care. It shall prove very helpful during this task. I have injected three sets of nanomachines within Subject 123.B's body to increase the chances of surrendering her mind to me through a process I call "pain therapy". One set of nanomachines are designed to weaken her pain resistance, another set is designed to deal physical pain and trauma to sensitive parts of her body and the last set...is a surprise.''

Oreleva smiled at this news and took a brief glympse at Alessa once again.

Oreleva - ''She has fire but her record indicated no fomral military experience. Must be the Ultanos blood in her.''

Pyrak approached Alessa once again, holding the remote firmly in his palm as he looked down on her once more.

Pyrak - Subject 123.B, do you know why you are here? Alessa - ''Must I repeat myself? I will not answer until you adress me by name!''

Pyrak kept a firm eye on Alessa, making sure she was strapped securely in her bonds. He pressed a button upon his remote. It took several seconds until it hit; Alessa felt a sharp pain rush into her wing membranes, lasting for several seconds. Alessa grunted as she trembled, baring her teeth from the rush of pain.

Pyrak - Subject 123.B, need I repeat myself once more? Alessa - 'No. I don't know!'' Pyrak - Subject 123.B, do you have any idea who brought you here? Alessa - Stop calling me that! Oreleva - ''Defiant to the end... Typical Ultanos.''

Alessa felt another sharp pain, this time within her sides lasting longer than the previous. While normally it wouldn't affect her so much, this time was definitely different. Alessa grunted heavily once again. Panting for a few minutes after the pain resided.

Pyrak - Subject 123.B, do you have any idea who brought you here? Alessa - All I remember is...red.

Pyrak smiled and pressed another button on his remote. A whole 30 seconds of shocking pain occured around Alessa's eyesockets. 15 seconds into the eye torture, Alessa also felt a shocking pain upon her wing membranes once more. Her nictitating membranes flickered rapildly as the shock ran aroudn her eyes. Her wings vibrated ,twitching rapidly from the shock running through her muscles. Alessa let otu a roar of pain fro mthis experience.

Pyrak - Subject 123.B, there is something we need from you and we require your compliance. Alessa - Why...w-would I comply to...YOU!

There was more pain, this time moving through her arms slowly before reaching the center of her palms. This wasn't a shocking pain, it felt more like a burn. A strong, firm burning of both palms, like somebody was forcing it upon her with two red hot irons. Alessa's hands twitched vigroously fro mthis, she clenched her fists as the searing pain ran through.

Pyrak - ''Subject 123.B, we require your compliance. This is not a request for your permission.'' Alessa - ''Fine but..please. Stop the pain!'' Pyrak - How do I know that you are not lying to me?

Pyrak pointed to Oreleva and gestured her over, before pointing to a device upon the table nearby.

Pyrak - Attach the wire at the end into her arm, between the spaces of her scales.

Oreleva nodded with a smile and brought the device over. She took ahold of the wire and carefuly inserted it between two scales on Alessa's right bicep.

Alessa - Wh-what is that? Pyrak - Subject 123.B, are you going to assure us your compliance? Alessa - I don't have much choice, do I? Pyrak - I do not expect my question to be answered with another question.

Pyrak pressed more buttons on his controller, there was another burning sensation, although this time it was both at the center of her palms and the flesh around the joints of her fingers. Alessa bent forward in pain with her fingers twitching. It felt as though someone had forced her palms onto a set of burning coals.

Alessa - And if I don't comply? Pyrak - I will repeat myself Subject 123.B, I do not expect to be given a question for an answer.

The pain intensified, this time there was a different pain. Around her wings, she could feel a sort of "wet" sensation, as if she was bleeding. This soon increased as it felt like something was cutting up and down her wing membranes, joined by the pain inflicted upon her hands. Alessa roared again, she began to sniff with each inhalation, her teeth showed from her receding lips.

Pyrak - Subject 123.B, are you going to assure us your compliance?

Alessa nodded timidly. Somewhat shaken from ehr experience. All this time Volkarus was watching from a windowed room, out of Alessa's view, but he did not look too pleased with the brutal nature of Pyrak's methods. The machine on the table beeped upon Alessa's answer. A tiny smirk appeared on Pyrak's face as he turned back to Alessa and, leaning down he wagged his finger like a metronome, making a slow tutting noise.

Pyrak - It will be good for your health not to lie to us.

She felt more pain. Electrifying her sides, burning at her palms, fingers and eyesockets, the sensation of slashing at her wing membranes. Her eyes widened. The excruciating pain forced out a bellowing pained roar. Pyrak chuckled as she roared so she could not hear it. He looked down at her once more and asked again.

Pyrak - Subject 123.B, are you going to assure us your compliance?

Alessa nodded out of fear. The machine beeped once more. Again, Alessa felt intense pain rush into her sensitive parts, increasing both in the amount of pain and in the amount of time. 5 minutes this round of pain went on, Alessa felt warm wetness across her body, like blood, yet she saw nothing.

Pyrak - Are you going to assure us your compliance? Alessa - ''I will please, no more! I swear whatever it is i'll do it!''

Somehow the machine continued to beep. The process repeated. He continued to ask the question, she continued to answer, the machine continued to beep. Each round of pain became more and more intense, lasting longer than the previous. The process had repeated for around 20 more times, Pyrak continued to look down at her.

Pyrak - Subject 123.B, are you going to assure us your compliance?

Alessa nodded weakly. The intense pain meant she could headly move. She ached all over. She wanted this nightmare to end. Something tugged at her deep down, sure she had little choice, but at some point perhaps she could escape. She had expected the machine to beep once more. But this time, it didn't beep. Pyrak smiled and as he looked down at her. This was her saving grace, she finally managed to pass the test. However, they didn't let her out. Instead, as she blinked, the room had gone black, dark and bloody. Chains hung from the ceiling, body parts such as limbs and heads were attached to these. After all this pain, she didn't know what was real or what was false anymore.

She didn't feel as if she was in the chair anymore, however. Instead, she felt as if she was lying down, still strapped but in a different position. She felt smaller, weaker than before. All she could smell was decomposed limbs, blood and urine, all she could hear was...munching. As if something was eating, maybe a Krann or such. But it was accompanied by a familiar, yet inhuman, growling noise. As she looked around to at least try and make sense of her surroundings, she saw something horrifying. Lying beside her, a Draconis female about her size was laying down, also strapped. However, the chest, stomach, waist and lower jaw of the Draconis was gone, as was fingers, toes and maybe an arm, Alessa couldn't see it clearly. Within the bloodied flesh of the corpse, a large butcher knife fit for slicing larger animals was stuck. Alessa gulped, her mouth sealed itself shut. As she looked on at the knife, she noticed it. A reflection. She appeared mroe rounded than she remembered; a stubbier snout, much smaller wings, she now looked like a child. However she saw something else in the knife's refelction: Not just herself, but of a much larger figure behind her. It wasn't any random stranger either, it didn't seem unfamiliar. It felt welcoming, and yet so terrifying. Captain Davius placed his hand upon the handle of the butcher's knife and pulled it out of the corpse with ease, dripping with blood and tiny chunks of flesh. He then looked down to Alessa, his pupils and irises gone as if they had rolled into the back of his head while his teeth and tongue dripped blood, fresh blood.

Davius - ''...Where is your father, Alessa...? Where is the Paragon....?'' Alessa - I...I'm not sure...Captain...what is happening?

Approppriate for ehr new look, Alessa's voice was more high-pitched and squeaky than normal. Davius smirked, revealing his large, terrifying jaws to Alessa. He seemed larger here, in most aspects. He looked down at Alessa before mockingly calling out.

Davius - ''Paragon...? Paragon? Where are you? Is anybody here...? ...Well, it seems it is just you...and me.''

Alessa tried to shufle backwards despite being pinned to the surface. She had the desperate need to escape.

Alessa - Wh-why do you have body parts everywhere? Davius - ''...You've wandered into the kitchen before, haven't you? You remember how the chef likes to keep the cold food...stuck on chains until they are ready...?''

Alessa nodded, feeling ever more frightened.

Davius - ...You're ready.

Davius lifted his large cleaver and looked down at Alessa, his eyes rolled into the back of his skull and his face covered in many pints of blood. As he held the knife above her, his breathing intensified until it began to degenerate into rabid, angered growling while more blood leaked from the gaps between his teeth. And then, in the last moments, he opened his jaws and lunged towards her roaring. The moment he as about to bite into ehr she screamed at the top of her lungs and darkness soon returned to light and all Alessa could see was Pyrak and Oreleva once more. She was shaking, petrified by what she had seen. She lowered her head, bursting into a crying fit.

Pyrak - Are you ready to comply, Subject 123.B? Alessa - Wh...what do you want me...to do? Pyrak - ''We want you to spend some time with a client of ours. He wishes to get to know you better. He is a man of wealth and a man of high standing, he is also a capable breeder and politician.'' Alessa - ''Th-that's it? Y-you tortured me, strippped m-me of my name t-to introduce me to s-s-someone?''

Pyrak looked to Oreleva and handed her a needle, before gesturing her towards Alessa.

Alessa tried to wrestle from her bonds as Oreleva approached. Oreleva approached her and gripped Alessa by the neck. She pressed a fluid into Alessa's pulminary artery. She pulled out the needle and let go, allowing Alessa to breathe. It took a few seconds, but Alessa returned to unconsciousness. Pyrak turned to Oreleva and placed the remote down, as well as removing the wire from Alessa's arm and placing it upon the table.

Pyrak - ''She will suffer night terrors for the following week or so. At the same time, we shall introduce her to Master who will play his part in infatuating and captivating her. When she wakes up, she will not remember any of this aside from the pain, which will activate instinctively upon disobeying a command, and the hallucinations, which shall play every night she sleeps.'' Oreleva - ''How will we make sure that the master does win her heart? As glorious as he is, she would disagree under normal circumstances.'' Pyrak - ''When somebody is in a situation of suffering night terrors or distress, they will look to somebody for help. Master will not reveal his true identity to her and instead go under an alias. We will be setting up situations of "romance", as well as seeming "coincidences" in order to get the two to bond. If she requests how she got here, she was sent here to check up on a newly established world for new Imperial Khaxvis and her ship had suffered damage in the process of landing. We must not allow her to discover we had any part in her role here. Thus, we must keep ourselves hidden from her sight if she is to remain under the illusion. Any trace of us or the equipment we have used will jog her memory of this event and the plan will fail.'' Oreleva - Understood, master. Pyrak - ''Now, you may dispose of the equipment we have used and assist staff in getting Subject 123.B to the assigned dormatory. I must go speak with Master.'' Oreleva - Of course.

Pyrak exited the room shortly after he gave her the order with a smile on his face, in search of his master. He was eager to report back to him about the progress of the brainwashing.

Phase Two
Pyrak walked by Khaxvis staff members and Khaxvis refugees with a smile on his face. This happened to intimidate or scare those who walked past him, as he never wore a smile. The chances of Pyrak smiling were incredibly low, almost nothing made him feel happy or content, so whatever placed that smile across his jaws...it must have been horrifying for the victim. He approached the viewing room and looked upon the Blessed member who was guarding the room where Volkarus was sat, where he had been watching the entire session from the confort of this room.

Pyrak - ''I am here to see Master Volkarus. Step aside.''

The Blessed One nodded and stepped to the side without a word. Pyrak entered through the door and into the room, looking upon his master with the smile still on his face. Volkarus sat inside the observation room, he gently sipped a large glass of wine almsot expecting Pyrak to enter.

Pyrak - ''Phase 1 has been completed, Master. How do you feel I orchestrated?'' Volkarus - I have to say that as far as conditioning went it was...rather brutal. Pyrak - Pain therapy requires brutality in order to keep the threat of being exposed to pain and phobias inside the mind of the victim.''

Volkarus turned his chair around to face Pyrak, he leaned forward with a curious look on his face.

Volkarus - ...Do you know what she saw? Pyrak - ''Judging by what the subject was screaming during the performance, I assume it has something to do with the threat of being eaten. I had implanted a set of nanomachines into the subject's head to bring forwarth the phobia they possessed when the time called for it. All of the conidtioning during the performance was necessary for this plan to succeed.'' Volkarus - ''But the fear of being consumed is not exactly an extreme phobia. But Oreleva's dossier may hold the answer.'' Pyrak - ''On the contrary, Master, some people may fear what others do not. I say phobia, it is more of an "irrational fear". Whatever the subject saw was enough to effectively scare it into mental submission and breakdown. I am not in charge of what she saw, the nanomachines are designed to exploit whatever the subject is afraid of. It's subjective for all victims.''

Volkarus stood up drom his chair and lifted up a document that had been set aside on a table, he scanned through it and muttered to herself as he read its contents in a stroll towards Pyrak.

Volkarus - ''According to this, when she was a child she thought that Bodd Dragons ate young girls. A strange idea...''

Pyrak let out a quiet chuckle as he approached the document.

Pyrak - ''Whatever it saw during that hallucination...was an exaggerated and emphasized manifestation of that fear. I feel rather tempted to expose the subject to another session of therapy.'' Volkarus - I thiought you said in thare that she would remember everything if she saw either you or Oreleva? Pyrak - ''That is why I put emphasis on the word "tempted". It is a shame it had to end so quickly, yet I feel as if I went went for two straight sessions, the subject would have fainted upon me, not that I don't have the option to place adrenaline within the subject's body of course. Oh well, perhaps after the plan is done with I can explore further with more than two subjects.'' Volkarus - ''Hrmm. Once she has outlived her usefulness, feel free. She is an Ultanos after all.'' Pyrak - ''Now, we need to discuss Phase 2 of this operation. It requires you to undergo a...change of character.''

Volkarus put the document down and walked to look out over the lab.

Volkarus - ''I need to gain her affections. What changes are you implying?'' Pyrak - ''You will need to show interest in its daily hobbies, become more approachable yet authorital, as if you are somebody the subject can trust. How would a Draconis usually gain the affections of another?'' Volkarus - ''Displays of confidence and dependability are common. Strength of spirit is just as attractive as strength of body.'' Pyrak - ''When the subject wakes up, it will most likely feel frightened and vulnerable from nightmares and bodily pain during sleep due to the nanomachines. It would be wise for you to greet the subject when it awakes. It will mean that while you are around the subject, you will need to put aside your hatred for her bloodline.''

Volkarus appeared to glare sternly at Pyrak.

Volkarus - ''I want to make something clear Pyrak...When in my presence you are -not- to refer to our guest as "it". It is a living creature, a person. yes her house is scum but she is not some machine you can plug, unplug and toy about with. it is..demeaning. Pyrak - ''Is the subject not little more than a prop for your rise to Paragon? Is the subject not just a mere object? Surely the affection and reliability you will be displaying towards it is not true?''

Volkarus placed up.

Volkarus - ''She is a tool, yes, but I still respect that she is Draconis. I learned to respect the existence of these lives after--''

Volkarus stopped and turned to face away from Pyrak.

Pyrak - The subject in question has nothing to do with, nor anything like, the late Vedrix, Master, aside from their usage as to gain you power and authority. Volkarus - I'm not talking about Vedrix!...Before my death I saw creatures like her as nothing more than mass to feed my power...my hunger...

Volkarus looked back towards the lab, his eyes appeared to glass over for a moment.

Pyrak - ''...Before, the members of the Resurgence were expendable. Times have changed since then. It is natural for one to value what numbers they possess when they are in short supply.'' Volkarus - But that mentality...I grew insane from it. Pyrak - ''I would not consider it as "insanity". It was just mere obsessiveness.''

Volkarus rested his hand on a support as he looked out into the lab, in remembering, he clenched his fist, his claws scratching into the metal.

Pyrak - ''If you wish, I can administer nanomachines into your system which shall make you react more...effectively towards the subject. We shall also need to consider aliases, clothing, overall appearance of the environment it shall be stored within, etc.'' Volkarus - ''I have already considered a disguise. And I believe Oreleva has knowledge on the kind of room that would suit her.'' Pyrak - ''Of course. If the subject asks why it is here, just say that its ship crashed during a diplomatic inspection of the new Imperial Khaxvis world, a.k.a. this base.'' Volkarus - And that I have offered to take care of her during her time here. Pyrak - ''Exactly. Meanwhile, while you are gaining its affections, I shall be organizing staged events to occur through its stay here.''

Volkarus pulled his claws from the supoprt and paced around, looking at Pyrak curiously. The marks remained, slightly melted from the scratcing Volkarus had administered.

Pyrak - ''Mainly attacks from certain members of Khaxvis staff, who you shall fight against in order to defend the subject, thus furthering your chances of gaining its trust. Also, how do you people say...arrange "dates".'' Volkarus - As in...an outing in order to lear nabout the person? Pyrak - ''Yes, that's the one. I shall arrange dates for you and the subject, what occurs on these dates will be up to you although I shall inform you of any fixed events that you will need to be aware of if I decide to place one within the same timeframe and location. Volkarus - "dating" is an uncommon concept but given Alessa's mentality, I would agree to this. Pyrak - ''Remember, you are not out to marry it for politics, you are out to gain the subject's affection and make it feel as if it is in safe hands and is comfortable around its "saviour". Those are the thoughts you should keep in mind while you are performing within this operation, although we both know the truth.'' Volkarus - ''Hmm, i'll have to practice my acting skills then. How long before she wakes up?'' Pyrak - ''I'll give it...approximately 12 hours. Enough time for you to practice, Master.'' Volkarus - ''Thank you Pyrak. Is there anything else?'' Pyrak - ''No, we appear to be done here. I shall have the staff erase all traces of the equipment used in the performance.''

Volkarus nodded, he signalled that Pyrak was dismissed and sat back down. Pyrak nodded and left the room, the smile on his face returning as he walked out. He turned to the room's guard and leaned towards him.

Pyrak - ''If you disobey a single word from either me or Master, then you shall be Subject 123.C for my pain therapy experiments. Is that understood?''

The Blessed one looked at Pyrak and gulped, nodding afterwards.

Pyrak - Now, tell your friends, colleagues and allies that I am infuriated with them immediately.

Pyrak smiled devilishly once more and walked away from the Blessed One, walking in the direction to his own quarters.

The Masquerade
25th May 2793

Alessa woke up with a jolt, screaming as if someone had cut deep into her skin. She writhed around in agony, she could still feel it some how as she jostled around in the bed Oreleva and her team put her in twelve hours ago. As she did - screaming and begging not to be eaten is if half-still in her dream - a well-toned Draconis burst through her door and kneeled to her bedside. He clutched her hand and spoke softly by her side.

Draconis - ''It's alright. Calm down calm down its only a dream.''

Alessaehard his voice she continued to write until she felt a firm hand brush her side gently. She calmed down a little, waking up slightly and looked to ehr right to see a strong face of bright crimson scales powerful jaws and entrancing hazel eyes. Alessa looked to him and backed away a little.

Alessa - Wh-who are you, why am I here?

Alessa was interrupted when she felt his finge pressed agaisnt the lips at the end of her snout.

Draconis - ''Shh, it's okay. My name Forevior Khaxvis-- I know waht you're thinking, but you came here to help us join the Imperium.'' Alessa - ''I did? Forevior - ''Yes. Your shuttle crashed in a storm not too far from our enclave. We have had enough of the Resurgence's lies, we want a new start. We gave you this room, you slept rather soundly before.'' Alessa - Wh-whay are you in here? Forevior - I wanted to check on you, I wanted ot make sure yuo were feeling okay. Alessa - It's fine, just a nightmare that's all.

Forevior smiled and let go of her hand. Alessa quickly found herself wrapping her arms around his torso, sobbing over his shoulder, he nuzzled her cheek as she sobbed, somehow feeling better from all this.

Alessa - C-can you stay for the night? Forevior - ''Of course. I admit...I never iamgined the daughter fo Uriel to be so beuatiful and enchanting.''

Alessa was on the wrong side of Forevior's head to see his left eye twitch from mentioning Uriel's name. Unknown to her this wasn't some kind-hearted soul who wanted to comfort her, in fact a devilish smile crept along the left side of his face not becasue she was pouring out her emotions and recovering, but because she was gradually falling for his guise. To hide his real, blood-red eyes he had fitted holographic lenses over his eyes. Which while large enough to be mistaken for the real deal were not large enough to hide the muscles around them. He had used a mix of holographic technology and supernatural power to take on an "Innocent guise".

"Forevior" was not entirely who he seemed, but Alessa didn't care, she was too busy pouring herself over his shoulder, trying to forget the quite painful night terror she had just witnessed. At least this figure, whoever he was, offered ehr a shoulder t ocry on that night. And he had offered to stay for longer.

And so he did, keeping close, she said he wasn't tired but in reality this same supernatural pwoer that allowed hi mto hide his true nature was what prevented him from feeling tired.

Voices In Your Head
''28th May 2793

After two weeks of his last report, contacted Grand Admiral Gnorvi, who was eager to know about the newest progress on their campaign. Though unknown to Kolger, the Grand Admiral had been suffering weird headaches in the past few months.

Kolger - As you can see, Grand Admiral, our influence grows more through this subsector, though there is some resistance in the form of these small natives. Gnorvi - ''Mhmm. Well, you know what to do. Persuade. If it fails, enslave.'' Kolger - Heheheh, I've not ordered an invasion in a while...

Gnorvi began to feel a thumping inside his head. He held his head and grunted.

Kolger - Grand Admiral? Gnorvi - ''Urk. Headaches...''

Gnorvi pointed at a nearby slave on his room.

Gnorvi - You there, go get me painkillers.

After a short while, Gnorvi began to hear vague utterings in a Dracid-like language. Whispering inside his mind and getting louder. Gnorvi shook his head slighty. The slave brought him some capsules, which he put on his mouth.

Kolger - You sure you're okay, sir? Gnorvi - I'm hearing something...that I don't usually hear.

The words became gradually more coherent.

??? - Now is this any way to react to an honoured aqquaintance? Gnorvi - Uh?...Who said that? ??? - ''Who else? Remember the pact we made months ago?'' Gnorvi - ...Volkarus Khaxvis? Kolger - Sir? Who are you talking to? Volkarus - ''Smart man. I hope this is not too unsettling for you.''

Gnorvi narrowed his eyes, annoyed.

Gnorvi - ''You're inside my head. What do you think? How are you doing this, even? Telepathy?'' Volkarus - ''All thanks to the blood you offered me. I hope I am not interrupting your little chat with your commandant...Oh wait. My mistake!'' Gnorvi - ''You are, actually. This is not very polite of you. Do you invade the minds of every one of your political allies?'' Volkarus - ''Just the ones I have an interest in...and the ones who offered me their blood... hmhmhm. Besides. I've learned that courtesy and politeness is a weakness, a way to waste time to make the weak feel they have worth in this universe.'' Gnorvi - ''Hmpf. It's no wonder you have so little supporters.'' Kolger - ''Sir, you're not well. You're talking to yourself.'' Gnorvi -'' There's a Draconis speaking to me right now. In my mind!'' Kolger - Erm...

Kolger scratched his head, watching in confusion.

Volkarus - ''Hard to believe isn't it? You may feel...other side effects. The're not dangerous.'' Gnorvi - ''What? More?...Do I get anything worthy out of this or is this just one way you found to bug me?'' Volkarus - ''Your blood was exposed to my blood. DOn't worry, I think you may like the other side effects.'' Gnorvi - ''Like? Hmm...This better not be a joke.'' Kolger - ...I think I'll just leave.

Kolger left the transmission, causing Gnorvi to slam his hand in the console.

Volkarus - ''You may be better off thinking what you want to say. You don't want your soldiers thinking you're insane do you?'' Gnorvi - ''Hmpf. Not something a little researching can't solve.'' Volkarus - ''Perhaps, perhaps not. We made a deal and I shall honour that deal.'' Gnorvi - ''Hm...I'll look into this better later. But can you get out of my mind now? I'm trying to work here.'' Volkarus - ''Fine. But don't take my silence as leaving you alone. Your senses are mine, your thoughts are no secret fro me.'' Volkarus - ''And unfortunately...there is no real way of worming your way out. You agreed to the pact, I hold the blood. Our deal is permenant.'' Gnorvi - Hmpf...very well.

Volkarus' echoing coive faded, leaving Gnorvi with his own thoughts. The annoyed Gnorvi scowled and ordered more painkillers.

Naughty Oreleva
5th June, 2793

Over the past week-or-so, Volkarus (under the guise of a mortal Khaxvis named Foravior) had been wooing Alessa and kept her company at night. Alessa still continued to suffer night-terrors and "Forevior" was always there to hug her and embrace her when she did have such attacks.

By day, he kept her company and did his best to impress her. He wanted to keep detached from her because to him she was merely a tool but as the dates progressed and the mock fights for supremacy, all of which Pyrak had set up, progressed. He gradually became more protective over her for reasons he was not sure of. Pyrak had caused her immense suffering in the brief time he had her. She had been scarred immensely by his actions. Something about this made him feel like wanting to keep her save was more genuine. Or perhaps he saw Vedrix in her? He wasn't sure.

It was late in the enclave that night. Oreleva, who for a while had doubts on his whoel operation, crept quietly into the enclave's security office and looked at the screens. The attendant had gone for a break during their shift and had left the room unattended. She flicked through until she could see one where Pyrak was visible. Pyrak was standing in a private room that was located deep beneath ground level, a secondary base for him during this time. Pyrak loved secret locations like this, he enjoyed his cruel experiments and oftentimes he didn't want to unsettle the base with the bawling of pain from his test subjects. Tonight He wasn't alone either; in a familiar-looking seat in front of him was a female Khaxvis, strapped down while screaming and crying out, probably due to some enhanced form of pain therapy that Pyrak was administering towards her. It seemed as if Volkarus had allowed him to carry out his research. Oreleva smiled with relief. Pyrak was busy deep underneath the surface, a good deal away from her. Even if he was expecting her to do something unapproving it would take him some time to rach her (or so she thought). With a deep breath she flicked to another screen and saw Alessa reading quietly to herself in her room. Over this past week Volkarus had been tending to her and had made her feel welcome. But Oreleva wasn't happy. This was not Khaxvis philosophy, she felt she had to tell Alessa.

She left the security office and apced towards Alessa's room, ducking for cover for a moment as Volkarus himself walked past. Once he was clear she continued walking up to Alessa's door. She wasn't allowed near Alessa's room, if Volkarus had spotted her, she dared not think waht he could have done. What punishments a physical god such as himself could have delivered on her. Outside the door she was hesitant for a moment as she stood at the door. She took several deep breaths, a moment contemplating her words before she reached out to press the door buzzer. Before her finger reached it, there was a swift, tight grip around her wrist as she reached out. Within moments, Oreleva was pressed against a nearby wall and found herself being breathed down on by a large, intimidating figure - Pyrak had somehow appeared here, despite apparently being in a torture chamber deep underground a few moments ago. Upon his face was the fiercest of snarling jaws. Oreleva panicked, she struggled to wrestle out of Pyrak's grip. All thw while feaful of the upcoming consequences. Pyrak was much stronger than her, it was useless for her to struggle but fear has a habit of doing things based on instanct.

Pyrak - You have been a very naughty pet.

Pyrak raised a fist and slammed it against the side of Oreleva's head knocking her to the floor in one swift, painful motion. Oreleva could see a tinge of red in the breaths he released. If anything, the dark gift Volkarus had given him made him all the mroe terrifying.

Oreleva - I was only walking past I swear!

Pyrak was unamused. he grabbed ahold of her collar and began to walk, dragging her across the floor with almost no effort, her weight not seeming to affect him and his strength much. As though she did not weight very much to him.

Pyrak - ''It is useless to lie to me. I was expecting this act of betrayal, to be honest. The naivity of a young girl such as yourself nearly always prevails over rational thought at your age. I need to get rid of that naivity.'' Oreleva's eyes widened in horror - Please, I'll leave her alone from now on! Pyrak - Yes, you will.

Pyrak continued to drag Oreleva across the floor for several minutes, approaching an elevator shaft rather quickly while budging past members of Khaxvis staff, bystanders and security offers alike looked at the scene with dissapointment. Oreleva had ganled the reputation of being the bottom-rung of the enclave's staff. Many were aware of her failure at the hands of Crispy's Insurrection. Many talekd about it as though she was an idiot for waht she did. Partway down the corridor, she grasped Pyrak's hand in a desperate attempt to pry herself loose. He approached an elevator and proceeded to punch through the doors that seperated the corridor from the shaft. The elevator itself was on the upper levels when he pulled the doors apart. Because of the warped metal the doors did not fully open, but were jammed enough to stay open as opposed to slamming closed. After ripping the doors apart, Pyrak threw Oreleva with tremendous force into the empty shaft Pyrak slowly turned to a member of staff as Oreleva fell.

Pyrak - Get somebody to bring the elevator down to Level 1. Khaxvis - What of her? Pyrak - Are you offering to find yourself down there as well?

The staff member want to the elevator cotnrol panel and pressed a few buttons on the control panel. Which brought the elevator down. Oreleva however was regaining consciousnesss after she had hit the bottom of the shaft with a loud "crunch", but she could barely move after breaking her wings and legs from the fall. As the elevator was brought down, Pyrak walked into it through the ripped open doors as it descended downwards. He had something special in mind for Oreleva this time as she lay broken at the bottom of the elevator shaft. She could still move her arms, she struggled to reach for a door which was shut, but she was too weak however to open it. The elevator came down towards her rather quickly. As she tried reaching for the exit doors, she found her hand trapped between the tight gap that seperated the exit floor from the elevator. Alongside this, she found herself being slowly crushed beneath the elevator as it struggled to a stop. The doors opened to reveal Pyrak, who waited for just a moment before he began to jump up and down, slamming his feet down, pushing all of his weight onto the elevator floor. Oreleva screamed in immense pain from this assault, her roars echoing through the elevator shaft and down the corridor.

Pyrak - ''Shut up! Shut up, shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut UP!''

He continued to slam the elevator down onto Oreleva before he stopped. he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He looked at the Khaxvis staff who observed the incident and stepped out of the elevator casually.

Pyrak - ''I want you to fill the elevator with the heaviest objects you posses. Rocks, bricks, ornaments, make sure they are placed within the elevator. Afterwards, I want you to turn off all power to this shaft for the next 24 hours.''

The staff memebers looked at each other with confusion.

Staff - Sir. May we ask waht that roaring was? Pyrak - No.

The staff memebrs silently complied. They filed into various warehouses and office rooms and came out sometime later with what heavy objects they could find and bring into the elevator. Orleva whimpered inside, barely alive and slowly crushed by the immesne weight. She could barely breath, letting out a few whimpering roars that slightly concerned the staff.

Pyrak - ''If you hear any whimpering, it's just the vermin. Now, shut off all power connected to this shaft for the next 24 hours. Make sure nobody has access to it.''

The staff nodded cautiously. Oreleva tried desperately to call otu Pyrak's name as staff members disabled the power links to the shaft.

Pyrak - ''Good. Now I shall return to my chambers to resume my research, I wish to not be disturbed.''

The staff nodded. However as they all left, one of them crouched low to notice there was blood on the frame between the elevator itself and the wall of the shaft. They looked closely, unsure waht it was.

Staff - Something up Staff 2 - ''Yeah, blood. And its fresh.'' Staff - Maybe we shouldn't ask...

The two were suddenly spoooked by a faint whimpering and briskly walked away.

A Lesson In Pain
6th June, 2793

Twenty-four hours passed, Oreleva was bleeding heavily fro mher injuries, weeping as she was under incredible pain. She had tried desperately to lift ehrself from the elevator but with so much weight on top of her she found it hopeless. Pyrak, by now, had returned. he stood outside the elevator with Khaxvis staff, examining the weight that had been placed on top of her. He listened to her weeping and cries, picking out every individual detail in them. This brought a smile to his face, before he returned to his usual stoic expression.

Pyrak - Remove the weight, restore power to the shaft. As soon as power is restored, I need the lift on Level 2.

The staff complied, clearing the elevator hastily, restoring power and lifting the structure up to reveal Oreleva as a broken mess. Pyrak stood over the shaft and looked down at Oreleva, a small smile on his face. Despite her ruined state, he could make out every part of her, every little bloody detail. He let out a sigh. Oreleva's eyes rolled upwards and towards Pyrak. She barely let out a whimper. Her face was even more disfigured as she tried to move a broke narm.

Pyrak - Disappointing. Staff - What in the void's name... Staff - What-- She's still alive? Pyrak - Get up.

Pyrak stood over her with a noticeable grin, he began to repeat his words as he watched Oreleva struggle to move.

Staff - Sir...I'm not sure if she can stand in that condition.

Pyrak did not turn towards the staff member, instead looking down towards Oreleva.

Pyrak - Speak out against me one more time and I will make sure you end up in a condition twice as worse. Staff - I was...only making an observation...sir. Pyrak - Meet me in my quarters in two hours.

The staff emmeber gulped. Oreleva, barely holding herself together, crawled out of the shaft. The implants in her legs barely moble after the crushing pressure.

Pyrak - ''Get up. I command you to get up.''

Oreleva tried to stand, only managing to stand on ehr knees.

Pyrak - ''I said. '''Get. Up.'

Oreleva yelped in apin as she tried to stand, wobbling as she raised herself up only to fall back down again. Pyrak's emotionless expression began to turn into a slight frown of anger.

Pyrak - 'Get. Up.'

Oreleva began to sob, she kept trying and failing.

Oreleva - Not...strong...enough. Pyrak - 'You will do as you are told. Get. Up.' Oreleva - I can't!

Pyrak became emotionless once more, he kept his arms to his side as he looked down at the pitiful mess that was Oreleva. Without taking his eyes off her, he spoke out.

Pyrak - Help her to her feet.

Two staff members wrapped their arms around hers and lifted her to her feet. Oreleva clenched her teeth as she felt a rush of pain from bing pulled upwards. Even then she almsot collapse,d learing the two staff members to hold hr up. Pyrak delivered a strong, fast slap against Oreleva's cheek as she was being held up, causing the two staff members to become a little unbalanced. He then slapped the other side of her face, then again with the other side, before he repeated the process another six times. Oreleva broke out weeping after the assault and lookd down.

Pyrak - ''Why do you cry? You know it is your own fault that this is happening. Do you cry out of regret? Do you cry for somebody to come and save you from your punishment? Do you cry because your plan to alert the subject has failed? Why do you cry?''

Pyrak delivered a punch this time, the staff could hear the punch crack bone against her head and watched as blood poured out from the wounds across her face. Oreleva blubbered as she reeled from the pain of crushed bone.

Pyrak - Why do you cry? Oreelva - Don't....know. Pyrak - Then why are you crying? If you have no reason for it, why do it? Oreleva - P-pain? Pyrak - Weak.

Oreleva blubbered further, she didn't want ot look at Pyrak and dropped her head to look at her feet. Pyeak scoweled and bared his teeth in dissapointment at her.

Pyrak - Look at me.

Pyrak drew a sharp, serrated knife from his pocket and held it up. It glimmered in the light so all the surrounding staff could see it. Oreleva continued to look down too scared to move and remembering the last time Pyrak tricked her into looking up at him. . Pyrak - Look at me.

She continued to blubber and slowly lifted her head. her nicitating membranes flickered rapidly over her eyes. Mud-like blood suddenly spilled over Oreleva's face. Pyrak had held up an open hand and slammed the knife straight through the center of his palm. The look on Pyrak's face didn't change however, even as the blade began to gain a small, heated red aura. The temperature of the blade was rising.

Pyrak - ''This blade is designed to incinerate cells as well as cut through and tear away flesh. The heat of the blade raises to a temperature of near-unbearable levels for you Draconis, around enough to make you feel as if your entire hand was turning into nothing more than char.''

Without flinching, or even blinking, the blade was sent through the tips of all of his fingers on his open hand, before throwing the blade downwards with enough speed to cause considerable damage. If Oreleva had looked down, she could have seen the heated knife embed itself in the space between Pyrak's center claw and his foot.

Pyrak - ''I do not cry because of pain. Pain is just an illusion, sensations that tell you to prevent a particular action, like placing your hand on a burving stove or dipping your foot into ice cold water. Like all illusions, they can be overcome and destroyed. You are weak for you still feel pain.'' Oreleva - You crushed me...under an ELEVATOR!

Pyrak - I have exercised my pain receptors through much worse punishments, tenfold. A hundredfold. Imagine your body being melted under burning, volcanic heat, or your body being crushed and eventually imploded due to exposure to the immense pressure of the deep sea, or your body being mauled and mutilated by vicious hordes of trillions amongst quadrillions of insects. Imagine the whole of your entire being being shocked with several hundred volts of energized matter, stimulating every single molecule throughout your entire body. Imagine every single ounce of water that you consist of boiling to the level of magma, or freezing to the level of dry ice. Could you imagine going through that? Could you even contemplate what it feels like to be crushed and devoured within an ever-tightening space of black nothingness?'' Oreleva - ....n-no...'' Pyrak - What you felt was not even a fraction of the minimum level I had placed my pain receptors through, of what I exposed myself to. Until you have known the extent of the sensation of pain, you shall not complain about it within my presence.

Pyrak bent down and ripped the knife from his foot, placing it back into his pocket after wiping his boiling blood off it with a handkerchief. Throughout his entire speech, he had kept his same, indifferent tone of voice. Oreleva meanwhile nodded without saying a word, kept held up by the two staff members who, theselves, felt uneasy.

Pyrak - ''Now, resume to your duties. I am sure that you have a busy schedule you need to catch up to, especially since your unrecorded absence for the last 24 hours.'' Staff - ''Sir... Permission to speak on the matter of her condition.'' Pyrak - Meet me in my office in three hours. Staff 2 - ''Screw it, sir perhaps Oreleva should visit the infirmary first. her legs arebroken.'' Pyrak - Four. Staff 2 - Sir-- Pyrak - I hope you are able to take two hours out of your schedule. Staff 2 - Actually...no. Pyrak - No? Staff 2 - Sapient Resources gave me a very busy list of things to do today.

Pyrak approached the Khaxvis staff member, staring blankly into his eyes as he walked right up close, to the point where the Khaxvis could feel Pyrak's breath on his face. Pyrak tilted his head to look down at the staff member questioning him.

Pyrak - Do you have any family? Staff 2 - I am House Khaxvis sir. Pyrak - ''Any children? A mate? Parents?'' Staff 2 - My broodmother still remembers me. Pyrak - Do you want to keep it that way? Staff 2 - Are you threatening to kill a broodmothere sir? Pyrak - ''Hmph, I am above such primitive methods. No, I cannot commit myself to murder of one of Volkarus' own. However, keep up your attitude and I shall make sure she has no recollection of your existence. Or, I could have her hate every single part of you. Which would you prefer?'' Staff 2 - ...neither?

The other staff member slammed his palm against his own snout, grunting to himself in frustation at the idiocy of his comrade.

Pyrak - ''Then I shall make some calls to Sapient Resources and you will meet me in my office in three hours. Do you understand? Oh wait, I just remembered.''

After a moment of silence and jaw wobbling, the staff member nodded briskly. Pyrak leaned down and glared right into the Khaxvis' face, breathing harshly against his scales as the Khaxvis could see his own reflection in the Zazane's empty, blank eyes. It was as if his eyes were a mirror of sorts; the Khaxvis only saw his reflection, while Pyrak's soul stared into his. The feeling sent a chill running down the staff member's spine and he shuddered as this monster of a Zazane stared into his very soul.

Pyrak - I am Sapient Resources here. Staff 2 - Understood sir!

Pyrak stepped back and proceeded to walk away, leaving Oreleva and the Khaxvis staff to their business as he walked down the path that led him back to his experimental chambers. After leaving, Oreleva was dragged to an infirmary, her injuries tended to and the implants and cybernetics damaged by Pyrak's assault were tended to.

Make me Stronger
As she lay in the infirmary she was approached by one of the doctors who looked her over, giving her satisfying looks and smiling slightly. The doctor filled in a checklist and a notes section on the extent of Oreleva's injuries. As he turned away, oreleva reached out and grabbed the doctor's coat-tail titling her head as the doctor turned her around.

Oreleva - M-make me stronger... Doctor - Excuse me? Oreleva - I want to be stronger. Doctor - Your implants will be replaced by new ones signed for my Lord Yanno-- Oreleva - ''Please no. I want custom implants! Master Yannor's implants will amke me weaker!'' Doctor - Are you asking for extended surgery? Oreleva - ''Yes. I want to impresse master!'' Doctor - You know you can't have any new implants without Pyrak's consent. Oreleva - ''Please! I'm going on the table anyway so please. Upgrade me!'' Doctor - ''And what if Pyrak asks, what should I tell him? What's he going to say whe nhis 'pet' has been given upgrades he didn't sign for?'' Oreleva - ''Keep it secret. Wipe the medical log. Give it to me. Please. I want to be stronger!'' Doctor - ''Urgh. Fine. In four days you'll have the upgrades you need.'' Oreleva - Class-thirty-five C? Doctor - ''...you're joking right?

Oreleva shook hae head as best she could.

Doctor - I demand compensation. Oreleva - ''I still have some credits left over from before my demotion. I will pay.'' Doctor - ''Fine. Class-35C implants and not a word to Lord Yannor from any of my staff or you.'' Oreleva - ''Th...thank you...

10th June 2793

Four days later, while Volkarus was on Alcanti in his disguise, Oreleva was admitted to a surgery clinic. At the back of the oeprating theatre were crates of class-35 cybernetic implants. The process would take only a few hours but it was a risk to do so without Pyraks' knowledge. The implants essentialy replaced Oreleva's remaining muscle with synthetic analogues that went under her skin. Her bones were reinforced with ceramics and her brain, which took three hours to upgrade, was fitted with an array of enhancing implants; refleces, pain receptors, memory. The works.

She had also asked for a discrete pain management implant; one designed to shut off her pain receptors upon command. The surgery teak worked as quickly as they could; the longer they spent upgrading her, the more suspicious Pyrak would have become and they could only hide the upgrade under the masquerade of reconstructive surgery for so long. The process itself took several days overall. C-grade Class-35 implants were designed for use by covert operatives working behind enemy lines, meaning she could look hardly any different. She refrained from havign her eyes replaced, knowing Pyrak would suspect something if he looked into her eyes.

After the surgery the skin under her scales was marked with hairline incisions from essentially havign her skin peeled away. The doctors agreed to use nanosprays to repair the cuts as best as they could, restoring the condition of the skin through reconstruction. When the surgery was finished, Oreleva pulled herself off the clinic bed and hopped down, cracking the floor as it boer her new weight.

She looked at her new body; virtually indistinguishable from her old form flexing her new muscles she could feel the power in the new muscle fibres that had been grafted onto her bone. They felt firmer, tougher and overall mroe powerful. She smiled as though this was the first piece of fortune she ever had in her entire life. The doctors had even agreed to help resotre her disfigurement from Pyrak's tortures to a degree. She shook the doctor's hand firmly before gently pulling her close.

Oreleva - ''There's a credit cache in a secret comparrtment of Prasaima V's armoury. Compartment code is 255-77-43-K. Your payment should be in there it's all I have.'' Doctor - I'll see about a visit. Oreleva - Armoury code is 5-5-0-1-4-2-1 Thank you.

Oreleva left the infirmary with heavier footsteps than usual. She was, however, unaware that Pyrak's nanomachines were capable of overriding her new pain management implant.

The Universal Truth
I'kt - ''Faster, faster! There is no time to wait!''

Figures clad in black armour dashed through the vermilion jungles of Satyameva, a small world located on the outskirts of Segmentum Crepusculum. They were not the first visitors of that ancient world and they were certainly not the last, for Satayema was no ordinary planet; billions of years ago, it was a Sophiana, one of the most prolific worlds ruled by the Rades. And though the ancient precursors were long gone, the ruins they had left behind drew many explorers to Satyameva, who were attracted to it like moths to flames. And few returned alive.

But those who sought to uncover the mysteries of the ancient ones that day were no ordinary explorers either: they swore allegiance to the Commonwealth's Reclamation Service, one of the most influential organisations in the entire AGC. They were professionals: equipped with the most advanced technology in the entire galaxy, protected by an entire squad of former Dei'Ar and United Confederate Guard marines, led by the brightest minds in the Segmentum, they were meant to get the job done. In charge of the archaeologist team was professor I'kt, a Sader scientist well-known in the Divinarium for his ingenious, brilliant mind... as well as his obsessiveness, paranoia and apparent insanity.

I'kt - ''It must be here, yes! The Sanctum Sanctorum, the key to all knowledge of the Demiurges, yes... all these years... - I'kt slipped into mad, barely coherent ramblings - Wait, what was that noise?''

I'kt twitched and turned his head to one of the larger trees in the jungle, staring at it without blinking. With a gesture, he told the security guard to draw their weapons.

I'kt - ''Intruders! Attack!''

The guard sighed at the professor's paranoid order: but rules were rules, and he was their superior. Without further objections, they aimed their gauss rifles at the tree and made their shots: in a next second, a good portion of the tree was reduced to ashes, along with a small bird-like creature (which was apparently the source of the noise) whose skeleton fell to the ground. I'kt looked at the remains of the tree, appearing content.

I'kt - ''Perfect. The path is clear.''

As if by instinct, I'kt approached a large crag covered in vegetation which jutted from the rest of the jungle and touched it gently. The crag's rock responded by starting to crack and glow; these cracks expanded, grew, and slowly turned into patterns and symbols, which I'kt recognised all too well: it was ancient Radessic. The Sader professor smiled upon seeing the antediluvian language of the precursors and started to whisper in it; as he did, a slate of rock before him retreated into the ground, opening a way to the Rades temple. I'kt let a quiet laughter as he walked into the darkness, driven by insatiable curiosity, but was stopped by the security guard commander, a large Val'kar clad in heavy armour. He had a stern expression on his face, his eyes piercing painfully right into I'kt's soul, and the Sader professor stepped back, unnerved.

Gr'roz - ''It is too dangerous to go alone! My men will go first.'' I'kt - ''I am the supreme authority here, commander Gr'roz! I have been searching for this place for years, and I am going to be the first to see the revelations it hides!'' Gr'roz - ''Ugh. Fine. Do whatever you want, but we won't be responsible if a Rades biomech kills you or something.''

Ignoring the commander's warnings, I'kt turned on his flashlight and entered the Revelation; a shrine and a laboratory in one, it was the place where the Rades studied the primal laws of the multiverse in order to achieve their ultimate goal: the Universal Truth. And that truth was about to be revealed for I'kt, or so he hoped. Observing the shadowy corridor of the Rades temple, the Sader scientist walked slowly, followed by his compatriots. He wanted to see every detail, every message the precursors had left for their descendants, every stone of the Revelation.

I'kt - ''Ah... look at these... pictures. The Demiurges have saved their history for us using these... frescoes. Just look at them!''

I'kt pointed his flashlight at one of the walls and froze in awe; his jaw dropped. A massive picture engraved on the rocks: it depicted a Rades waving his hand, with young Radeons, Saders, Ryketians, Val'kar, Razzit, Colmarians, and many other creatures bowing before him. Radessic hieroglyphics were also engraved, stating: "HERE, THEY WERE CREATED." I'kt couldn't have been more joyous. His theory had been proven. The Revelation he found was indeed the place where all species created by the Rades had been made.

I'kt - ''...Yes! YES! It is upon us...''

I'kt looked closer at the fresco. He noticed that the creatures were surrounded by a purple aura, with ghostly creatures depicted behind them. Were they the messengers? I'kt was about to find out, for right before him stood his species's cradle. The Sader professor turned his head up, seeing a huge, circular gate made of the same organic rock-like material as the rest of the temple's interior; large, ominous, it appeared to be immovable, implacable, invincible. But it wasn't, and I'kt knew that. All he needed was the right password.

I'kt - ''Thralemnia? Lamrenathi? Qualathina? Aediremnia?'' Scientist - ''Professor, is it truly a right decision? We have to find out everything about that place, perh-'' I'kt - I will not be stopped by cowards.

I'kt kept chanting words in the ancient tongue of the Demiurges, not caring about the rest of the team, about the skeletons of dead explorers that surrounded him... all he wanted was to uncover the secrets of the Ancients. Realising that something horrible was about to happen, Gr'roz stepped back and promptly escaped the temple: the rest of the guards, however, remained, captivated by I'kt aura of obsessive curiosity. The only person that came with Gr'roz was a young Radeon scientist: small and weak even for her age and her species, she was fearful of things that were about to come and as such followed the Val'kar commander. The professor continued rambling, thinking, coming up with theories. And then, a sudden realisation came to his mind. He knew the word.

I'kt - Quaenosophi.

The word I'kt just said meant many things in Old Radessic. Knowledge. Wisdom. Revelation. The ultimate goal of the entire Rades species. Gnosis. What else could open a way to such an important facility? The professor's guess was right: as I'kt finished proclaiming the last letter of the word, the circular gates opened nigh-immediately.

And inside was insanity, nightmares, and the horrifying revelation of all the dark truths that had been hidden before.

The Admiral and the Prince
7th June 2793

After intense looking, Grand Admiral Gnorvi finally found the next faction he was searching for. He coughed loudly, his body being affected by Volkarus' blood, as he sent a transmission and awared for it to be picked up. The transmission was answered after several minutes of waiting. On the screen was a large Zazane-like creature who wore eccentric and fancy armour, adorned with make up and glitter upon his body, face and nails. Gnorvi could also make out the Zazane possessing a single wing sprouting from its back.

Gnorvi - ''Hmmm. Clan of Daren, am I correct?'' Cattalix - ''You will address me as Prince Cattalix. And to answer your question, yes, I am part of the Clan of Daren.'' Gnorvi - ''Prince, hm? I did not know you were a monarchy. But if you are a prince, it means you are an authority, which is just who I need to talk to.'' Cattalix - ''Correction; there is no "if" about my position or authority. You should be honoured as you are approaching the highest member of the Clan's authority.'' Gnorvi - ''Well, excuse me, prince. Let's try this again. I am Grand Admiral Gnorvi of the Gros, and I am here to propose a partnership between my people and your clan.'' Cattalix - ''And for what purpose do you seek the Clan's services? Or, by extension, mine?''

Gnorvi took a smoke off his cigar, and coughed again.

Gnorvi - ''Your genetic experiments are notable. You strive for peace through the destruction of weaklings. This is something we share in common. I was thinking we could help each other in our goals...'' Cattalix - ''What benefits will there be to my people helping yours? Are you a superpower? Do you have access to the highest forms of technology? Are you widespread and feared?'' Gnorvi - ''Being a superpower is the big goal here. The benefit you get from helping me is the elimination of the Commonwealth, who dares think it can rule the galaxy by itself. I plan to replace it with the real powers of Andromeda...you, me, and whoever else stands by our side. Technology? It is improving more and more each day. And feared? There is a reason Exterioris is not well known.'' Cattalix - ''Hmm. It is obvious that you are a lowly man who strives for godhood like mine, probably even envious of my blessed heritage while you are born to dirt-blood parents. Alright, the Clan of Daren, and by extension myself, shall assist you in your similar goals. However, there is but one condition.''

Gnorvi narrowed his eyes, but kept friendly expression.

Gnorvi - I am listening. Cattalix - ''All that is required of you is to kneel, as a sign of your acceptance of me as a superior entity and being. Kneel before me and kneel before your people to display how much more superior I am and by extension the Clan. It would put you within my favour, significantly.''

This had been the last straw, and Gnorvi pressed his hands on his console and crushed it with his claws. His expression became as if he was disgusted.

Gnorvi - ...I expect full loyalty, for I do not kneel before those who do not deserve it. Cattalix - ''You shall have your loyalty, mere man, for what god would I be if I was to go back upon my promise? I am a kind god, after all. My promises are as everlasting as myself.''

Very hesitantly, Gnorvi kneeled before Cattalix. He watched as Gnorvi kneeled, resting his arms upon that of the chair he was sitting in. He had a greedy smile on his face as he watched Gnorvi kneel, as if he gained pleasure from Gnorvi's disgust and submission.

Cattalix - ''Very good, lowly man. But I advise you do not display such disgusting behaviour the next time a god asks you of a favour, for it may cost more than just your status and pride.'' Gnorvi - ''...Hmpf. We are done here. Farewell.''

Gnorvi closed the transmission.

Gnorvi - When the plan is done...I will enslave this man...and I will make him LICK the ground where I walk on!

Another Wedding, Not another Romance
20th June 2793

Crowds had gathered in a cathedral within Minos'Drakon's Salpathi district. Here the wealthy and the powerful gathered and created towering palaces i nthe sky. The monastery sat in its heart being a fitting place for the marriage of royalty. Volkarus in his diguise wore his best finery, along with a subvocal earpiece underneath his hair. Uriel and Alessa were also in their finery, with Uriel wearing an elegant white coat over a polished gilded breastplate. As was tradition he had the sword he was awarded after his military service strapped to his belt. He felt happy Alessa had found a man who cared for her. But meanwhile, up in orbit, Pyrak and Oreleva were in a security room in a small cruiser orbiting Alcanti. Which had been disguised with Imperial registration codes. Oreleva kept her distance from Pyrak while he watched.

Pyrak had still not forgiven Oreleva for goiong behind his back and upgrading herself, seeing it as a cheap attempt to mimic his strength and endurance. He was watching a live broadcast of Alessa's wedding to the man who was, in truth, Volkarus. The cathedral they had gathered in held a huge crowd and the room fell silent as Alessa was guided down the aisle by Uriel towards Volkarus. Pyrak watched the entire performance with a look of disgust on his twisted face. Slumped in a padded chair while Oreleva kept behind him and out of his sight.

Pyrak - ''Is it not disgusting how one takes so much pride out of being attached to a mate? Finding a mate is a symbol that you now have property to fuck and reproduce with, it should not be celebrated like this.'' Oreleva - ''Well..In the Imperium that ceremony is a sign of union between two families. Not just for breeding but also for...for politics. That ceremony master is as much a symbol of an alliance as it is a sign she is his property.'' Pyrak - ''Hmph, so it has reached the point where politics revolves around sex. I do not know anymore whether Draconis society is advancing or reversing.'' Orlelvea - ''Not just sex master. House Ultanos's assets become ours as well...''

On the screen, Alessa and Uriel arrived at the podium and the cleric began his speech. At this moment something snapped in Oreleva's mind and as Pyrak was busy watching she quietly made her way out of the room. Pyrak was too bust paying attention to the ceremony to really notice her quietly creeping otu the room. Even with her newfound weight she kept relatively quiet.

Pyrak - ''Hopefully, this should all be over soon. I cannot stand the sight of this, it makes me possess the desire to tear out my own eyeballs.''

Oreleva took one look back and opened the door, quickly passing through before shutting it. After she did she frantically inputted a code to lokck the door ebhind her. Pyrak tilted his head as he heard a clang and beeping sound, an indicator that the door had locked. He blinked several times before growling lowly, still watching the screen with his arms folded. He knew exactly what had just happened. It was as though Oreleva's very existance was to test his patience.

Pyrak - Bitch.

With loud, bounding footsteps Oreleva ran towards the shuttlebays, almsot knocking over anyone in her way. She ept running, hoping to gain some distance before Pyrak could decide ot get up and chase after her. After reaching a shuttle and sneaking inside she punched in coordinates for Alcanti's surface - more specifically the cathedral itself. She was almsot comfortable with the feel of her new body. But it still flt a little bulky and a little heavy.

AI - ''Warning. Un-authorised dshuttle launch detected. Un-authorised shuttle launch detected.''

The AI's warning was announced over the ship's intercoms while Oreleva sped hastily planetside.

Down inside the cathedral, the cleric was almost done with the ceremony. Uriel had a smile on his face and both Alessa and Volkarus exchanged glannces. Turning back, Volkarus had a broad smile on his face. While on the surface it appeared to be wedding-day euphoria, in truth it was knowledge that his plan was succeeding. Nothing could stop him now, In minutes he would have been the bondedp artner of one of Uriel's daughters...that was until Oreleva threw the doors open The loud creak of the wooden doors distracting everyone and turning their attention towards her. She paced up towards the podium with a scowl on her face and anger in her voice. Alessa and Volkarus turned shaprly. Alessa blinked as Oreleva's appearence kicked in her memories, which prompted her to look at Volkarus with fear. As a result, he gripped her hand more tightly. Suddenly realising that in the space of five seconds, his dreams had gone from near success to complete ruin.

Oreleva - ''Stop everything. this ceremony is a farce!'' Volkarus - *comm* Pyrak your dog has ruined everything! Pyrak - *comm* I must apologize master, I am afraid she had given me the slip while my attention was turned towards the ceremony. Volkarus - No matter, I need to resolve the situation-- Gah--

Volkarus was interrupted; As Alessa struggled to wrench herself free, Uriel saw his daughter in panic and tried to pull her away from Volkarus. Interrupting his conversation with Pyrak as he struggled to push Uriel away.

Volkarus - Pyrak if you can get off your backside meet me in the control room! Uriel - ''Hands off my daughter. You lied to her and I want you out of my sight!'' Pyrak - *comm* Affirmative, master. Volkarus - If you won't let go I'll deal with you on my own grounds!

Realising the futitity of the situation and Blood Dragons approached, Volkarus wrapped his arm around Uriel's throat in a nack-hold and vanished with Alessa and Uriel in a blackish mist with Oreleva. All four of them appeared inside the control room. Narroly avoiding plasma shots from Blood Dragons guarding the cathedral. Once they had arrived on baord Volkarus threw Uriel against a wall and haled Alessa tightly against his body. She was panicking, wresting to get free fro mhis vice-like grip on her.

Meanwhile, Pyrak was on his way towards the control room, having commanded several Khaxvis staff to unlock the door for him. He was approaching swiftly, as if in some form of rush. All he had in mind was Oreleva and horrifying thoughts of what he would do to her if he managed to catch up to her. Alonng the way he had commanded for the staff to hand him a syringe filled with red and orange liquid. Uriel slammed into the wall Volkarus had thrown him at. Oreleva attempted to run from him but he quickly grabbed her from behind by the neck and lifted her into the air.

Volkarus - When your master gets ahold of you *chuckles* you will wish you had melted in the ruins of that enclave!

Uriel pulled himself up from the floor and leaned against the wall, panting. Volkarus had now dropped his disguise and Uriel saw his intimidating frame, he appeared large comapred to both Alessa and Orleva. Bright crimson scales and huge muscles, the four horns adorning his head like a crown. As Uriel gazed at VOlkarus' new form - which despite the drastic changes he still somehow recognised - Pyrak entered the room, holding a syringe between his fingers that was filled with a burning, red and orange liquid. He had a scowl on his face as he looked towards Oreleva, gripping the syringe tightly. To uriel, another giant of muscle had jsut entered the room and he now wondered how much of a chance he stood.

Pyrak - That was a very stupid thing you did, you BITCH! Volkarus - You can have her.

Volkarus twitched his arm and threw Oreleva down at Pyrak's feet, after the initial shock she scrambled up but stood petrified; Pyrak was blocking the door while Volkarus was right behind her. Pyrak grabbed ahold of Oreleva and slammed her to the floor, with him on top of her as she lay on her back. A twisted, contorted grin emerged on his face as she could make out every detail of his hideous face, such as his imposing jaws and his slit-styled pupils. He raised the syringe while tearing off Oreleva's clothes. She had wronged him for a final time, the sstrength he possessed allowed him to tear off the leather with impunity. Oreleava thrashed about, eyes wide in fear.

Oreleva - No...no no...master please NO!

Volkarus grinned at the sight. He held Alessa tightly as she struggled out of his firm grip. She begged and blubbered to be released but Volkarus didn't listen. His gaze to focused on Oreleva and Pyrak. he could certainlt feel Alessa thrashing about, but his enhancements ment he hardly felt it while Alessa felt as though she was kicking solid rock.

Volkarus - ''You ruined everything you stupid whore. My plan, my ambitions. You are SOLELY RESPONSIBLE for what Pyrak is about to do to you.''

Pyrak violently stripped Oreleva of her clothes as he pinned her down, as well as remove his crotch piece with no hesitation or reluctance. Moving into position, he had his hand wrapped around Oreleva's neck. He moved the syringe closer to her throat. That twisted grin burning itself into her memory.

Pyrak - ''I managed to enhance the performance of those nanomachines...the ones that make your body more susceptible to pain and sensitivity. Well, imagine the result when you realize that they increase the susceptibility by a hundredfold.'' Oreleva - No..n-n-no...I regret waht I did now.

Oreleva was past the point of forgiveness. It was easy to beg for mercy after you made a mistake, the problem was that such a mistake could have been avoided in the first place. Uriel roused himself to full consciousness and stood up on his own two feet, he let out a cough, which drew Volkarus' attention and made him turn his head with a scowl.

The Rematch
Volkarus - ''Pyrak. You and your men will make sure Alessa does nto escape. I meanwhile will deal with our ininvited guest...''

Pyrak looked up towards Volkarus and nodded, he began to speak into his comms while pinning Oreleva down. Despite her improvements, she was helpless. Pyrak had developed a sense of pain tolerance and power beyond most normal Zazane, amplified by the genetic augmentations Volkarus had given him during Operation: .

Pyrak - ''Secure the Ultanos dog and make sure it does not manage to find a way out. Otherwise, I will have enough resources to start another experiment with you lot as my guinea pigs!''

Khaxvis soldiers promptly walked into the room and Volakrus pushed Alessa into their arms. The guards held her tightly as Uriel scowled. Inhaling deeply, he announced in a stern and commanding voice as the threat Alessa was under triggered an emotional response that could only come from a loving bond between a father and his daughter.

Uriel - ''Hands. Off. My. Daughter.''

Volkarus looked over to Uriel and a mocking chuckle escaped his jaws. Uriel's threat appeared humourous before he returned to the usual scowl.

Volkarus - ''Want her? She's ours now!''

This was the spark. Uriel drew his sword and charged. The blue plasma streaking in the air as it sheathed the blade. he plunged it deep into Volkarus's stomch. While the sword appeared to burn him, and with black blood trickling from the open wound, Volkarus stared blankly at the attack. As Uriel stood there, unsure waht had happened, Volkarus swung his arm and smacked Uriel aside, pulling the sword with him and tearing a chunk off Volkarus' boy, which slowly began to close up after the sword left the wound.

Volkarus - Was that it?

Uriel stood up and grunted. He lifted his sword and charged again, swinging his sword down the blade dug into Volkarus's arm which had moved to parry the blade. However Uriel continued with a kick to his stomach. Volkarus budged only slightly from mthe kick and smiled mockingly, feeling almost nothing while Uriel felt as though his foot had just kicked rock.

Volkarus - Pyrak I have to say your studies have paid off imensely.

On the floor, Volkarus could se Pyrak injecting the syringe into Oreleva's neck and was proceeding with the vile, humiliating act as he had the poor, defenceless girl pinned beneath him. Oreleva could feel every part of her being scream out in pain.

Pyrak - Only the best...for Master!

Oreleva began thrashing about violently. Clenching her jaws and keeping her eyes tightly closed. She grunted and screamed as her body came under immense pain. A fierce burning pain rushed through her body, more powerful than anything she had felt before. Pyrak's nanomachines had not only nullified her implants but amplified the receptors. Uriel readied his sword, but this time, Volkarus charged at him. Uriel parried Volkarus' fists which began to leak black energies. Applying pressure to the plasma field and scratching the blade. Volkarus was relentless he kept attacking. But his large mass allowed Uriel to slip past him until Volkarus grabbed Uriel's right wing by the arm and, in a flash, yanked him sideways, with enough strength to tear the wing away. Uriel roared out in immense pain as he felt the wing rip itself from tis socket. As Uriel flew sideways, Volkarus held the torn wing in his hand and smirked.

Volkarus - ''See how weak you are Uriel? you break as easily as a porcelin doll!''

Pyrak lifted himself from Oreleva after his business with her was finished, leaving her twitching and weak on the ground from the horrific experience that Pyrak had placed her under, defiling all of her being as a whole. As he stood, he approached Alessa. A sly smirk on his face as he approached her holding the syringe up to her face.

Pyrak - I still have some left for you!

Alessa widened her eyes and shook her head rapidly as if she was twitching. Seeing Pyrak close in on her like this Volkarus turned to look at Pyrak. Some feeling stirring inside that he did not liek the idea of seeing her harmed.

Volkarus - ''No Pyrak. She is not to be-- gah!''

Uriel had swung his blade while VOlkarus was looking over towards Pyrak. The sword which bit into his leg, creating a deep cut. Uriel pulled the sword out with a sweeping motion, causing a three-quarter-length gash to run around Volkarus' thigh. He staggered and held his injury as it slowly and gradually closed up. Growling at Uriel who stood in a defensive posture.

Volkarus - Why you little--

Volkarus lunged at Uriel who lept to the side, but fell over as blood poured from what remiained of his wing. Despite his crippling injury, je appeared to have more composure than anoyne else who would have suffered a similar injury. The gushing blood was reduced to a trickle as blood pressure normalised at the wound. Seeing this Alessa screamed at the top of her lungs before her jaws were briskly clamped shut as Pyrak wrapped his hand around Alessa's snout. He approached her face shortly afterward with a sadistic snarl.

Pyrak - If you don't stay quiet, I might have to go against orders.

Alessa thrashed about to dislodge Pyraks's hand, giving him a murderous glare as she did so. Try as she could, Alessa was not strong enough to dislodge Pyrak's grip. Uriel twirled his blade and ducked as Volkarus swung his arm again, but this time Volkarus follwed through with an uppercut that launched Uriel up into the air and down onto the table in the middle of the room, smashing through it from the drop. Uriel coughed as he landed and Alessa stamped on Pyrak's foot with as much strength as she could muster. Pyrak leaned in closer towards Alessa, to show he was not affected by her stomping. Instead, he raised the syringe once more and looked towards the softest part of Alessa's neck. Alessa scowled at him as he raised the syringe. As he recovered, Uriel peered over and his eyes widened. He rolled out of the way of Volkarus who slammed his fist down and drove his sword into Pyrak's back.

Uriel - Hurt my daughter and I shall consider your life ended, mutant!

Pyrak did not scream, or make any sound that would have indicated pain. However, he could feel the sword in his back. He still had the syringe gripped tightly in his hand, but he slowly raised both arms and dropped it. Uriel smiled as Pyrak complied, and failed to see Volkarus stomping towards him.

Uriel - Good man.

As Uriel smirked, he felt something grab his collar and pull him backwards. He want flying and managed to catch his foot on the remains of the table, tumbling him and eventually landing on his stomach as Volkarus stomped closer. Uriel staggered up, bruised and lsoing blood only to feel Volkarus foot smack agains his chin, launching him backwards even further. Volkarus had a satisfied smile on his face as he picked Uriel up, wrapping his hand around the fabric of Uriel's coat lifted him upward. Alessa, now free from Pyrak's grip. bit him in the shoulder and spat at the wound, mixing in some Draocnis venom. he reacted indifferently and merely took a step back, a devious smile on his face as the bite mark closed up. He appeared uanffected by the venom. Uriel attempted to struggle out of Volkarus's grip as he was lifted, thrashing about liek a fish dangling from a hook. However Volkarus merely saw this as a pathetic attempt to struggle against the inevitable.

Volkarus - You may not be Tyraz, but your body shall do fine to nourish me because...I've always wondered waht Paragon tastes like.

Volkarus lifted Uriel further up and opened his mouth in preparation to swallow him. As he neared the opening maw, Uriel lifted hsi sword-arm and plunged his sword down into VOlkarus' throat. Causing hi mto gag and splutter, letting Uriel go and in doing so, inadvertantly slicing his lawer jaw in half. Volkarus roared in pain and thrashed about, black blood pouring from his jaw as Uriel hobbled over to Pyrak.

Uriel - Give me back my daughter and get out of my way!

Pyrak turned around looking confident. He tried to strike at Uriel with the syringe he had now picked up off the ground. He scraped it past Uriel's snout in his attempt, drawing some blood from the wound but was unable to fully inject it. As the cut was made, Uriel pressed his hand against the injury and bared his teeth as he felt some burning pain from the serum. He rammed his sword into Pyrak's stomach in retaliation. Pyrak kept a look of indifference to the stmomach wound and slammed the syringe into Uriel's nostril, forcing it into the exposed flesh within. A burning pain began to rush through Uriel's head and body as Pyrak pressed own and fed some of the serum inside int oUriel's body and the serum did it's work. Fueled by determination Uriel did his best to resist the pain.

Pyrak - If you wish to destroy me, you shall have to destroy all of me.

Pyrak then pulled out the syringe and proceeded to punch Uriel in the side of his snout. Uriel staggered sideways and ripped his sword out, cutting a large gash into Pyrak's waist.

Uriel - I can...be merciful...

Uriel twirled his sword, his injuries wearing him down and he sliced at Pyrak's legs. The plasma field cut through the flesh and burned at it. While Pyrak was normalyl resistant to such extremes of pain, the resulting attack had weakened his legs and he collapsed as his legs were slashed. he could no longer stand as his tendons and muscles were cut and disconnected. Afterwards, as he was defenceless, he didn't attempt to move or crawl. He simply lay where he fell. Laying on his side passively, not showing any signs of resistance but also not fully submitting. An ounce of strength remained in him.

Pyrak - I think it is safe to assume that our mission has failed.

Uriel stood over him and pointed his sword at Pyrak's snout. Pyrak looked up towards Uriel, no hint of fear or threat in his eyes.

Uriel - ''My daughter has been issing for a week. And just now you acted like you knew her. What have you Khaxvis freaks been doing to her.'' Pyrak - ''We kidnapped her and induced her to pain therapy under my orders. The therapy allowed us to take advantage of her as she was more vulnerable and in need of company. I managed to erase her memory prior to the session, with lasting effects from it. The plan was to have her marry Master in an attempt to place him upon the Imperial Throne. Over the course of the week, we placed her and Master in situations that would allow them to get to know each other and eventually have the former believe she was in love with the latter.'' Uriel - ''Then you have indeed failed. Order your men to release Alessa. NOW.''

As Uriel spoke, Volkarus rose up behind him, burning blood pouring fro mhis injuries. His thumping footsteps marking his approach, uriel turned around and looked at the scared almost-demonic Draconis, blood ppouring fro mhis stomach, leg and mouth. While he could have regenerated his wounds were great. As he spoke, his voice was gargled as his tongue had been burned and his jaw had been broken.

Volkarus - Shlee...ihssh...mhynnne.

Uriel turned around and ducked as Volkarus swung his arm, smacking Alessa's guards aside. Pyrak watched as Volkarus stumbled around, bleeding across the room with a split lower jaw. He remained indifferent to this, as he always looked. However, he also saw Oreleva beginning to recover from what had happened and grunted. Uriel turned around and parried a strike from VOlkarus, strafing past, Uriel kicked him in the sliced shin, forcing him to fall to his knees. Uriel then, using his free hand, punched Volkarus in the side of the head. The power, although nothing comapred to Volkarus himself or Pyrak, was enough to send the injured Draconsi crashing to the floor. Oreleva slowly got up, whimpering and still feeling the burning pain from ehr ordeal. Pyrak snapped at her, barking orders even though he was incapacitated.

Pyrak - Bitch dog, help your master to his feet.

Uriel darted past and swung his blade to keep the Khaxvis soldiers at bay. He grabbed Alessa affectionately by the hand and ran towards the hanger bay. The demoralising reports that Uriel had just single-handedly defeated Volkarus caused some to keep their distance lest they be next or attempted to avenge theri shamed master. Uriel's condition continued to degrade, but he was able to fight the guards off long enough to reach a shuttle. Alessa carried him the last few metres and rested him in one of the cockpit chairs, her nicitating membranes flickering in distress.

Back in the control room, Oreleva coutiously walked close and, grasping a hand, pulled Volkarus to his feet. As she did however, he latched a constricting grip on her throat and pulled ehr close. His eyes burning with rage towards her and burning a fearful image into her mind.

Volkarus - ''Yhoo....thissh...ihss all...your phaullth! I...could chrussh...your philphy...neckkh..'' Pyrak - ''Do not kill her, Master. It would be a useless waste of your energy, which you need to reserve during your current condition. Let her go, if she knows what is good for her she will leave us and not provide any further distractions or inconveniences.'' Volkarus - Alessha...she cannot ehsscape... Pyrak - ''We cannot dedicate any forces further. If we do, we are likely to lose them. The staff are in panic and Imperial warships shall be heading towards our location soon enough. We must leave this place if we are to have any chance of furthering our plot.'' AI - ''Warning. Un-authorised dshuttle launch detected. Un-authorised shuttle launch detected.'' Pyrak - ''Master, we must leave here. There is nothing to gain further from our presence here.'' Volkarus - *comms* Ghett uhss out of hhere nowwh...

As the ship turned around, a fotilla of patrol ships slowly approached the vessel. Pyrak quickly relayed orders to the bridge as they set a course for unknown space, able to enter hyperspace jsut as the first shots were fired from patrol cruisers. There was a minor shipquake as they left, a byproduct of an Imperial interdictor creating a distorted gravity well that - for a mere second - interfered with the rear distortion field of the ship. The shuttle containing Alessa and Uriel however, sped back towards Alcanti, Alessa constantly lookingover her shoulder to make sure uriel did not slip into unconsiousness.

She had discovered a first-aid kit in the passenger compartment and used a nanospray to cauterise Uriel's injuries and reduce the swelling from broken bones and bruises. As she applied them, uriel let out a weary sight of relief, smiling for his daughter.

Dealing with Devils
1st July 2793

Gnorvi had finished issuing more orders and retreated to his chambers in this palace. As he shut the door behind him he felt a presence within the shadows. In a dimly-lit corner of the room were a pair of hovering red eyes, illuminated in the darkness. Connected them was a large red Draconis body - Volkarus.

Volkarus - Enjoying my gifts to you? Gnorvi - ''My body is reacting as if it was a disease. No, I am not enjoy your "gifts".''

Gnorvi coughed loudly. Unexpectedly to Volkarus, it appeared that Gnorvi's body was reacting negatively to his essence.

Volkarus -'' Perhaps a blood pact was not the surest way of giving them to you. In fact i'm surprised you have been affected.'' Gnorvi - I hope you did not come all the way here to mock me.

Volkarus stepped out of the shadows and looked up and down at Gnorvi.

Volkarus - ''I'm not some trickster. If I had known you would be affected in such a way I may have had second thoughts.'' Gnorvi - Fix it, then, if you wanted to be sucessful so much.

Volkarus nodded and stepped forward, perssing his hand against Gnorvi's chest.

Volkarus - ''I will have my second find out what this may be, but I came here for a different purpose. Namely, your dealings with this "Clan of Daren."'' Gnorvi - The deals I make with others are my concern, not yours. Volkarus - ''Oh it is a concern, for I have dealt with someone by the name of "Daren" before. And fro mthe conversation it would not surprise me if this "Cattalix" happens to be one of the mans spawn.'' Gnorvi - ''I care not for his children, what matters to me is their genetic experiments. I am not ignorant to the Clan of Daren's power, and I'm preparing countermesures in case they decide to turn on me.'' Volkarus - ''Oh they will. Descension energies or not you are a dung-covered insect in their eyes and they will nto hesitate to discard you once you are no longer useful to them.'' Gnorvi - ''And that will be the worst mistakes of their lives. When my essence-dampering mental-control apparatus is complete, they will have no need for free speech anymore.''

Volkarus lifted his hands away and took a few steps back, folding his arms. H ethen chuckled at Gnorvi's previous comment.

Volkarus - ''I suggest you keep that project under very. TIGHT. observation. of course...thinking that you can stand up to them they might also consider that a grievous mistake.'' Gnorvi - ''My people is not ignorant to essence but we have little knowledge about it at the moment. But I swear, I will turn this Cattalix into my personal errand boy.'' Volkarus - Kol Daren has betrayed me before, if you can stand up to him you have my active support. Gnorvi - ''Our bonds intensify then, Khaxvis. Now, what exactly have you done to me?''

Volkarus turned around and lifted and clenched his fist. The effects of which caused the room to begin trembling. Gnorvi's eyes widened and he held up to his throne.

Volkarus - ''My power has bled through to you. An effect of our blood pact perhaps.'' Gnorvi - You mean I can do that too now?

Volkarus opened his palm and the trembling stopped.

Volkarus - To a lesser extent. Gnorvi - Oh...I see...

Gnorvi held his palms and grinned.

Volkarus - Consider yourself blessed, Grand Admiral, For even now you hold power beyond most mortals. Gnorvi - ''I already said I am not ignorant to essence power. But still, thank you, Volkarus. This will surely be useful in our little plan.'' Volkarus - ''The power is still embryonic, you have only recieved a fraction of my ptential but that fraction will expand. But unlike me you are still mortal...for now....perhaps.'' Gnorvi - The sickness ends, and is replaced with revigoration...

Volkarus turned around and ersted his palm on Gnorvi's shoulder.

Volkarus - ''All you need to do is learn to harmess it. I shall provide you with one of my Blessed Few as a mentor.'' Gnorvi -'' Hmm. This is nice of you.''

With a snap of his fingers, another Khaxvis appeared in the room and bowed. Clad in black armour, darkened red scales and ruby-red eyes.

Volkarus - Soverius, I trust you can teach the Grand Admiral heare what you know of your gifts. Soverius - It will be an honour to impart my knowledge to another follower, my master. Gnorvi - ''Well, it is a pleasure to meet you. I hope to not be held back in this training. I want to learn the full extent of this power.'' Soverius - I will not, Grand Admiral. Gnorvi - Well, we should begin as soon as possible, then. Volkarus - ''I have other metters to attend to so I shall bid you farewell Grand Admiral. Remember: Look at Clan Daren as though they were to turn on you at any moment.'' Gnorvi - I will take note of that.

Volkarus dissapeared in a cloud of black energy, leaving Gnorvi to look at Soverius who smiled excitedly.

Into the Commandant
8th July 2793

Following the enslaving of a new species, sat on his chair on the bridge of his spaceship, filling up the last lines of his report to the Grand Admiral. Like he had instructed, it was either persuasion or enslavement, and Kolger was not exactly famous for being persuasive. Kolger was what every Gros soldier aspired to be: strong, ruthless, feared and dreaded by lesser beings. Being bioengineered from birth, Kolger was the pinnacle of the Stratocracy's power.

Yet not even such power would save him from the powers of corruption. Someone was hearing rumours about a certain Grand Admiral obtaining strange powers, and was interested in paying him a visit. But he needed a way of getting to him. And what better way of getting to someone than to go through their close friends?

The man in question was the demon Zazane. Teleporting himself into Kolger's ship, he shifted his being into the shadows of the ship, making his way to the captain's bridge. As he walked, he passed through a group of Gros soldiers, as well as some working slaves.

Gros Soldier - ''Hmpf. You'd expect the great commandant's ship to have more suitable drones. These ones are already tired.'' Gros Engineer - ''Do not insult the commandant. You should be thankful you are here in the first place.'' Varugr - Those muscles, that body mass...I must taste you, now. Gros Soldier - Who said that?

Varugr immediately appeared from the shadows and pierced through the Gros' chests with his blade-sharp tentacles, lifting him off the ground and bashing them against a wall. They had no time to react, and agonized on the floor, while the invader engulfed the slaves into its tail jaw. The Gros widened their eyes as Varugr approached them next, and ate them. After this "meal", he had a grin on his face.

Varugr - Those workers are weak, pathetic...and the leaders are nutricious, yet ugly...but you are not the ones I seek.

As Varugr progressed, he kept consuming every unfortunate soldier or slave on his way to the captain's bridge. Upon getting there, Kolger was resting on his chair, having finished his report. Varugr made himself visible behind him, and chuckled.

Varugr - Are you sleeping on the job, Gros?

Kolger immediately turned to Varugr, his eyes widened. He got from his chair and put out his blade, which electrified itself. Around the room, various soldiers put out their rifles and aimed at Varugr.

Kolger - ''I don't know who you are or how you got here, Zazane. But you have made a terrible mistake!'' Varugr - ''Is this how you treat your guests? You won't even serve me a good meal?'' Kolger - Fire!

The soldiers all fired their rigles in unison. The usual result of so many shots at one target would be bloody gibs all over the floor. Varugr, however, stood still and took the shots, flinching at them. The entire group fired for nearly ten seconds until they stopped, and Varugr was still standing. The wounds on his body closed themselves and he turned to Kolger again.

Varugr - So rude. Kolger - What the...

Varugr extended his arms, and blasts of Entropic Energy engulfed the room, hitting the soldiers and sending them all flying to their deaths. Kolger's jaw dropped, but he put himself back together.

Kolger - ''You are no Zazane. You are a Corruptus demon!'' Varugr - ''Are we this popular? I was not aware...'' Kolger - I may have not had the chance to fight your kind years ago, but this changes now! Varugr - Yes, show me your strength, Gros! Kolger charged at Varugr, tackling him and then stabbing his blade through the Zazane's chest. Varugr let himself get hit, perhaps out of curiosity as of how strong the Commandant really was, and as he was hit, he grunted in pain as his insides were electrocuted by the blade. Out of retaliation, Varugr striked at Kolger's face in a slash, knocking him away. The slash formed a large wound, but Kolger didn't care for it. He thrust himself forward and delivered a kick into Varugr's chest, knocking him against a wall.

Varugr hit the wall and fell forward on his knees, on a defenseless position. Kolger used the opportunity and charged at him again. However, Varugr smiled. He was playing with his prey. Tentacles extended out of his back and launched themselves into Kolger's limbs, immobilizing them. Kolger saw himself being lifted upwards by the tentacles and then bashed against the ceiling of the captain's bridge, all while Varugr had his arms crossed and a smile on his face. The Gros commandant was bashed continuously until Varugr dropped him on the ground, barely conscious.

Kolger - Urk...urgh... Varugr - ''Stronger than the others. But still ugly. Imperfect. You will take me to your leader now.'' Kolger - You are...no boss of-

Before Kolger could finish his sentence, Varugr's body turned into a black fog which invaded the Gros commandant's ears and mouth. Kolger struggled on the floor, his mind being replaced by Varugr's, until the demonic possession was complete. Varugr looked at his own hands, and scowled.

Kolger - Such an ugly body...but it will do, for now.

The Teacher and the Pupil
Junior Inquisitor Dirrik had been called to visit the study of his monastery's senior inquisitor. The woman wasn't clear on the purpose of the summons. Dirrik- Yes, you called me? Sitting on a chair at the side of the room was Kelsos, dressed in casual clothing. he gave Dirrik a stern look up and down as the senior turned to Dirrik with a warm smile. Senior - Dirrik, this is Kelsos, do you remember what we talked about? Dirrik looked at Kelsos with a curious look Dirrik- My mentor, finally, I grew impatient with you Senior - His duties took up his time. Kelsos looked rather sternly at Dirrik. Dirrik- I did not understand the situation sir Kelsos - Apologies. But I have matters that are more important than taking on a new student. Dirrik- Hmph, I understand, must've been crazy kelsos - That is classified to your position. Senior - Kelsos, perhaps you would like to get acquainted with Dirrik out in the grounds? Dirrik smirked Kelsos lifted himself out of his chair and walked over to Dirrik, he beckoned to Dirrik to follow him into the grounds. Dirrik - Nice place Kelsos - How did you find your training? Dirrik - Combat was easy, essence and meditation...Not Kelsos - You expect your life to be? Dirrik - Yes I do As they walked, Kelsos took a deep breath. Kelsos - Let's see... tell me about yourself Dirrik; what are your motivations and your ambitions? Dirrik - I wish for Andromeda and the galaxies to be safer Dirrik - more peaceful Dirrik - But I must strive for such a thing to happen Kelsos - Don't we all? But please, indulge me, we will be working together so I would like to know everything about you. Dirrik sighed Dirrik showed Kelsos a large scar that ran down all the way down his right leg Kelsos gave Dirrik a stern look. Dirrik - this scar I got when I was 17 My home was attacked by cultist on a Brood planet Kelsos - Hm. Dirrik - My family died and fled to the Draconoid Imperium for safety *safety Kelsos - You are not suited to be my student. Dirrik gave Kelsos a stern look Dirrik - the Brood was not safe Kelsos - That is not why you are not suited. I gave you a quick test, you failed. Dirrik - What quick test? Kelsos - I asked you to tell me about yourself. Kelsos - What if I was an infiltrator? An enemy? Dirrik - ... Dirrik - Then I have given away my infomation Kelsos - Vigilance and anonymity are our greatest defences. Kelsos - Did you ever wonder why you had to discard your family name? Or why you could never learn mine? Dirrik - Yes, otherwise we would be vulnerable Enemies could track us down Kelsos - Not just us, but our relatives. Dirrik remembered his extended family They were still alive Kelsos - That story you told me, from that I could work out that your family had once lived in the Brood of War, that they now live in the Imperium and that you had at once time suffered a leg injury. If I spoke any more I could have given their whereabouts.... Kelsos - You have learned. Dirrik - Maybe you’re not too shabby Kelsos smirked as he looked out into the monastery gardens. Dirrik looked with his mentor Kelsos - In time, perhaps you could become an accomplished operative. But do not let this cloud your judgement. Dirrik - I must work hard, harder than the hardest I could do for such a thing to happen Kelsos - Mhm. Listen, I have been requested to head to the Segmentum Draco-Adniliho border. Klesos - I made a pledge to teach you to become an accomplished agent and protect you in the next phase of your training. Dirrik listened with curiosity Kelsos - I will warn you now I will push you. I have little choice. But I would rather not fill your head with what glory may come. After all, what happens now dictates the future. Dirrik - I was born to be pushed! kelsos - I will be the judge of that.

Varugr's Takeover
15th Oskavarida ID.219503

Soverius was in a practice room the two had allocated for training. Soverius was presently showing Gnorvi breating techniques to get his energies flowing.

Soverius - ''Remember. It is all in concentration. Let your mind swim in the violent thoughts you may suppress.'' Gnorvi - Hmm...very well. Soverius - Observe...

Soverius held out his arm and closed his eyes, directing the arm to a slave in front of him. The slave suddenly began to feel hot, then he screamed as Soverius had begun boiling his blood. Gnorvi watched, curious. He turned to another slave and attempted to do the same.

Soverius - ''Remember, channel the rage burning inside you. Make him feel it!''

Gnorvi growled and concentrated harder, until the slave began agonizing. As Gnorvi concentrated the slave collapsed, and black flames ignited across its body. Causing it to scream even more.

Gnorvi - Heheheh...I'm liking this considerably. Soverius - ''Yes, yes yes! You are doing well Grand Admiral. The Master was wise to bless you with this most gloriosu of gifts!

At this moment, explosions and the sounds of gunfire were heard out of the room.

Gnorvi - ...Do you hear this? Soverius - ''I do. Are you sure there is no scheduled combat practice today?'' Gnorvi - There isn't...

Loud beating sounds were heard and a Cheurith slave was seen being blasted through the wall, being launched inside the training room. Outside the wall, the building burned in purple fire.

Soverius - What is this insolence! Gnorvi - Whoever is doing this will make a good slave, surely.

A large, deep blue Gros with blood red eyes emerged from the flames and let out a roar.

Kolger - Admiral! Soverius - What-- Is that Kolger? Gnorvi - ''That doesn't look like him...Kolger? Is that you?'' Kolger - ''He...wants you! And he will have you!''

Tentacles formed out of Kolger's back and he charged into Gnorvi's direction. Soverius drew a corrupted longsword and dived to block Kolger from Gnorvi.

Gnorvi - Kolger, what is this madness?! Kolger - ''...Devourer! Your soul for the Devourer!''

Kolger slashed his tentacles at Soverius. He parried some of the tentacles, cutting one or two off but one hit him in the side, leaving him open for a second or two Cutting off the tentacles caused Kolger to let out a shriek. He opened his mouth and a mass of tentacles came out of it, and they slammed at Soverius. He was knocked back. He stomped the floor and caused the flooring underneath Kolger to explode.

Gnorvi - What the hell is this... Soverius - ''Admiral go! Vacate these premises!''

Kolger was launched upwards and fell on his back. He groaned as he got himself up. Gnorvi tried to escape, but Kolger launched a tentacle at him and immobilied one of his legs.

Soverius - Master Volkarus denies your demands commandant! Kolger - Master Kriese cares not! Soverius - Kriese?

Kolger charged entropic energy on his palms and fired it at Soverius, who took the blasts and was knocked into the back wall, hurt, but still alive. Kolger lifted Gnorvi into the air and threw him next to Soverius. As they were both floored, a black fog came out of Kolger's mouth and began to take form next to him. Varugr.

Soverius coughed - ''Master Kriese... I presume?''

Varugr approached Soverius and examined him, breathing heavily across Soverius' neck as he analyzed him. He had a smile on his face and he stood taller than Soverius, covered in impressive but somehow unnatural muscle.

Varugr - That's Prince Kriese to you. Soverius - Do I care for your title? Kolger - You only speak when ordered to, scum! Gnorvi - Kolger...you align yourself to demons!?

Varugr turned to Gnorvi sharply and roared at him, splattering blood in his directions that clearly wasn't his own, as it possessed different colours and thickness.

Varugr - I am no demon! Gnorvi - Get away from me, Corruptus filth! Soverius - The only authority I submit to is my master Volkarus! Varugr - ''Volkarus...A name alien to me. If he is your master, I hope he shall not miss your corpse.'' Soverius - ''Learn it well alien. The true master of the Imperium!'' Kolger - Your Imperium is no match for the Devourer! Soverius - Don't you dare talk back to me puppet!

Kolger slammed Soverius again with his tentacles. Varugr smirked and his tail jaws growled aggressively, its sharp teeth dripping with blood and saliva. It approached Soverius, passing itself around his body like some sort of snake going in to catch and kill its prey.

Varugr - He is no puppet, his use is far more extensive. Kolger - I am pleased to serve the real god. Gnorvi - ''Insolent! You are not the Kolger I knew!''

Kolger grabbed Gnorvi and began choking him to keep him shut. Soverius waited, seeing his chance he grasped for the tail and tried to burn it with energies from his hand. The jaws approached Soverius' face in an attempt to intimidate the Descended Draconis, hissing loudly as it got closer.

Varugr - ''Gnorvi, you are such a hypocrit. You accuse my dear friend of placing his alliegance with demons...yet you yourself are under the influence of semi-mortal filth.'' Gnorvi - ''At least they do not blindly follow an apocalyptic god! You are just another of the Legion's bootlicks!'' Kolger - SILENCE!

Kolger hurled Gnorvi across the room, breaking his legs in the impact. Gnorvi let out a pained roar. Soverius growled and as the tail his at him he vanished in a cloud of black energy, reappearing behind Varugr and impaling him with his blade

Soverius - How DARE you commit such blasphemy!

Varugr watched the blade pass through his torso and out the other side, staring down at it with a smirk. He stood still with his arms wide, but his tail continued to sway aggressively as if it had a mind of its own. Travelling with much agility through the air, Soverius felt his left arm become disconnected from his torso - the tail's force had dismembered it.

Varugr - ''Come on, do it again. Touch me, attack me. Hate me.''

Soverius' eyes darted to see his left arm was now a stump. Driving the sword in he attempted to throw Varugr aside. Varugr, using just a single hand, grabbed ahold of the tip of the blade that pointed out from his torso. With little effort, the blade snapped and Varugr dropped the end of the blade onto the floor. His tail, in response to Soverius attempting to throw him aside, descended downwards with its mouth wide, enveloping the whole of Soverius' head.

Varugr - I want to feel your hate inside me...

Soverius let out a muffled scream as the mouth engulfed his head, he used his remaining hand to grip the throat and attempted to burn it off. Kolger watched the scene letting out a low-pitched laugher. Varugr's tail didn't react much to Soverius' burning, perhaps an outcome of possessing so much bulk. It travelled downwards, engulfing Soverius' torso inside itself and pinning his arms at his sides, making him easier to swallow. Gnorvi could only watch as his mentor was soon engulfed completely inside the tail's structure.

Suddenly, the bulge that was Soverius disappeared in a swift movement, followed by disgusting sounds of breaking and wet squelching. Inside the tail's throat, the Draconis was little more than paste.

Kolger - Such is the fate of heretics and insects who dare oppose the master. Varugr - ''Oooh, a strange, eccentric and fresh taste indeed. Unlike the others. It feels...tangy, refreshing. Do I detect...third-generation Descension energy?''

Gnorvi agonized on the floor, incapable of getting up due to his injuries. Kolger walked up to him and pressed his foot on his chest.

Kolger - You shall not leave. Gnorvi - All I wanted was for my species to be the strongest...is this really a deserving fate?

Varugr approached Gnorvi, smirking down at him with his tail jaws hungrily. However, the tail didn't attack Gnorvi as it did Soverius. Varugr leaned down and grabbed Gnorvi by his lower jaw, staring into his eyes.

Varugr - Allow me to correct your alliegance. Gnorvi - A Gros...being brainwashed...it is...ironic...

Opening Gnorvi's jaws, Varugr's image dissipitated into thick smoke of purple shades before forcefully allowing itself inside his mouth and nostrils, choking the Gros at first. After several seconds, Gnorvi's body began to convulse and twitch violently until a sudden stop. The smoke had cleared from the area, Varugr was gone. Gnorvi agonized for several seconds until he finally stopped. Entropic energy erupted from his eyes.

Gnorvi - ...Ave Shu'ulathoi!

Demon Mind
15th Arcarenna, ID.205503

Volkarus paced about his chambers as a Blessed One stood before him. His scars were stil lfresh fro mhis ordeal against Uriel, Pyrak meanwhile was down in the lower levels conducting more twistid experiments, one recent breakthrough being an improvement to the genenome he had offered help t odevise for the Superzazane project. After a few minutes of pacing around Volkarus turned his blood-red eyes to stare at the Blessed One beside him, which sent a chill down the man's spine. Volkarus was contemplating recent news that he had lost contact with Grand Admiral Gnorvi.

Volkarus - ''Soverius is dead. And all he was there to do was teach the Grand-Admiral some competence!'' One - ''Apologies master! We've tried sending dispatches to Karmatagh but we're having no word.'' Volkarus - Leave me, i'll sort this out myself. One - Are you certain Ma-- Volkarus - LEAVE ME!

The One straigtened himself and backed towards the door, a little panicked at Volkarus' outburst. After retreating through the threshold of the door Volkarus paced to the other side of the rom and leaned over a desk. He closed his eyes, concentrating. As he focussed his mental capabilities to try and establish some form of link with his selected target, he felt nothing as if something was - for a few seconds - blocking him. After several moments of concentration, he recieved some form of response.

Volkarus - Gnorvi...you had better respond because I demand answers! Gnorvi - What is the meaning of your interference? Volkarus - ''I beg your pardon? I recieve reports your palace was attacked and I hear nothing from you until now. Worse, one of my own Blessed Few was lost in your company.'' Gnorvi - ''The attack was settled with the unfortunate cost of your Blessed One. It was none of your concern. I am fine. Volkarus - And what could possibly have ended his life? Gnorvi - ''...It is none of your concern. I expect replacement for what was lost.'' Volkarus - ''Gnorvi...The Blessed Few are not easy to replace and I value each and every one of them. Now tell me how he fell!'' Gnorvi - ...He suffered severe injury. Volkarus - ''Enough to kill him, yes yes. And what caused such damage.'' Gnorvi - ''The attacker, obviously. Are you even paying attention?'' Volkarus - You should work on that attitude, it is counterproductive to your progress towards self-control. Gnorvi - ''Your Blessed One was murdered by the attacker during the assault. That is the information you requested.'' Volkarus - ''I requested waht kindof injuries he had sustained. Beings like him and I cannot die from such trivial wounds such as blood loss or dismemberment. We require the destruction of the entire body.'' Gnorvi - ''Well, there is your answer. His body was destroyed.'' Volkarus - ''Well of curse it was destroyed, what destroyeed it other tha nthe attacker. How was it destroyed, who was your attacker! Where did this attitude of your suddenly coem from Grand Admiral.''

Volkarus became agitated, while Gnorvi was too far away to feel it personally, a faint red aura was intensifying around his ally.

Gnorvi - ''It was destroyed through physical means. And my attacker is a being that possesses enough power to destroy your Blessed Few through such methods.'' Volkarus - ''...And you decided NOT to tell me? Have you lost your mind Gnorvi!?'' Gnorvi - ''I did not assume I needed to tell you. My headquarters was attacked, your operative died. You should stick two and two together.'' Volkarus - I care for by blessed ones, simply assuming I will shrug at the loss of one and lightly send a replacement is not the attitude I follow. Gnorvi - ''The answer was beneath your nose, in front of your eyes yet you are too lazy to think. Shows how much you truly care.''

Volkarus slammed his fist against his desk, cracking the reinforced laminated wood. THe desk had weathers assaults liek this before, it needed to given Volkarus' power

Volkarus - And your train of thought led you to decide I should pull such knowledge out of you with repeated questions rather tell me straight what in the abyssal void happened! Gnorvi - Do as you please, you lazy, ungrateful filth. Volkarus - WHAT DID YOU SAY? Gnorvi - ...Nothing. Volkarus - ''I recall it. You insulted me, are you -trying- to derail our alliance?'' Gnorvi - Are you going to find out what happened to your operative or not? Volkarus - ''I have been asking you repeatedly what happened to him and os far you have kept it vangue ,in fact you have told me it should be none of my oncern. What are you hiding Gnorvi! What are you keeping from me?''

Volkarus focused further in an attempt to probe deeper into GNorvi's mind. He knew that i nthis state Gnorvi wouldn't give him the answers he was asking for so he felt he needed to be mroe invasive. At first he figured that GNorvi's inexperience with such power would allow him to search his mind without hi mbeing aware. But as Volkarus' mind penetrated further into the Gros' mind, he reeled back as imagery and an overflow of thoughts and neural processes flooded into his own head. In clear, vivid yet distorted imagery, Volkarus could see the shattered, crushed remnants of the a skeletal formation that appeared to have been degraded and stored in a dark, slimy storage space. As Volkarus looked into deeper detail, he noticed a single blackened eyeball still attached to a stalk, drained of most of its fluids. The walls around the formation appeared to move inconsistently, pressurizing the bones further. As if they were being digested.

Volkarus did indeed reel, disturbed by the strange imagery. he could not make much sense of it and - not wanting to trly on Gnorvi's testemant, decided to probe deeper still. Looking into it made Volkarus feel as if there were things inside his skin. Tiny tentacles moving around his head, even though there was nothing really happening. Suddenly, the walls pressed in and completely demolished what organic matter had been there, leaving nothing but particle dust of the bones that were once there while the eyeball was absorbed into the material of these "walls". With that feeling of itching and scratching beneath his scales, Volkarus felt bizarre claustrophobia overcome his senses as if he was being surrounded and pressurizied from all directions. Feeling uncomfrtable, he began panting, breathing erratically, even bending over as the feeling against his scales persisted. He winced and felt very uncomfotable with everything he saw. As his attempt to probe deeper into the mind persisted, his eyes and all other senses aside from his claustrophobic feeling of atmosphere were blotted and rendered useless for a brief moment. When his telepathic sight returned, his eyeballs and brain felt charred and burned by blazing rays of almost-divine light - a sun, his eyes fixed directly onto his flesh of gases.

Volkarus shook his head, these visions were very vivid, more discomofrting than he would have liked.

Volkarus - ''Stop playing games Gnorvi. For your sake...please...stop. With. The games!''

As Gnorvi's voice shifted in its tone, volume and accent, the image of the star transitioned to a far more unwanted vision, one equally as blinding and disorientating as the sun. Before Volkarus' mind could register what it had been greeted with, it was confronted with an image of a fleshy crevice within a wall of malformed, mutated skin.

Varugr - ''...Still blind, still incapable of admiring beauty when one is confronted directly with it. It should be clear to you now, primitive...'' Volkarus - ''..."Primitive"? Do you know who you are communicating with!''

Suddenly from the crevice of skin, a golden substance began to leak as if forced out from an interior mechanic alongside obnoxious, foul-smelling gases. The substance was paste-like in its appearance, yet in texture one would presume it was more...misleading. Beneath the paste's golden colouration, flesh and scales of crimson, bloody red. An indicator, Volkarus realised, that this stranger hw was contacting, wh ohe now realised had posed as Gnorvi, had plans for the resurgence.

Volkarus - Red...paste...you...you consumed one of MY kin! Varugr - And I shall consume you, as well as the rest of your kin! Volkarus - Come close to my fleet and I will tear you apart before you can even sense me. Varugr - ...How would you know...I'm not already there? Volkarus - '''The communications blackout. You deliberately isolated the Stratocracy for what? Gnorvi?''

From the cave that spat out the paste, multiple degraded, steaming skeletons were also thrown and rejected from the hole without mercy or visible difficulty. They were Draconis skeletons, bearing cybernetic enhancements and modifications to the skeletal structure that were also degraded. More indicators that Varugr was attempting to torment and provoke Volkarus by showing him what he could identify as his kin.

Varugr - You would not understand. Volkarus - ''Oh I do and I have been down a similar direction. I will tel lyou a secret now: I met my end as a result of that path.'' Varugr - I shall not meet mine. Volkarus - ''Hrmph, we shal lsee then won't we. However if you desire to see beauty, there is always the Draconid Imperium. Just remember that it is destined to be mine.'' Varugr - ''There is no speck of glory within the kingdom of infertile soil that you desire. Only She is truly beautiful. Only Her.'' Volkarus - ''That sphere of hydrogen that burned out my eyes? Hrmph, you are in love with a source of almost boundless energy. There are billions like "her" in this galaxy, and personally I find it a primitive feeling you have expressive feelings for a star.'' Varugr - The only difference between us, black king, is that I can achieve the absolute favour of what I desire.

Volkarus felt he had had enough of listening to this raving madman, who promised to devour the resurgence and pledged everalsting affection to an unremarkable star in some distant part of the galaxy. VOlkarus didn't need this and in frustration he severed the connection and slumped in a nearby chair. Witnessing Varugr only reminded of his own time as an all-devouring monster, driven insane by the overwhelming desire to consume and devour any who crossed hsi parh. He remembered vividly where it led, he had sworn to himself upon remembering that he would not head down such a twisted route ever again.

Volkarus - Deluded fool...

Remnants Of A Dire War
20th November 2795

Volkarus was pacing up and down in front of his throne within the enclave he was using as a headquarters. He still bore scars from when Uriel fought him off several months ago, including a mark down the middle of his chin. The mutilations he'd suffered - his leg, his jaw, his stomach and his arm - Had closed themselves up months ago but faint marks remained. Volakrus felt begrudged that Uriel had scarred his perfect image, he paced briskly with his mind deep in thought. As his mind was drawn to the events above Alcanti he clenched his fist and slammed it into a pillar.

Volakrus - ''How could that half-blood bastard best me! I had planned everything, I could not have possibly failed!''

As Volkarus paced about, black energy leaked from his fists, he was furious, his chest pumping as he headbutted another pillar, denting it considerably. Pyrak looked indifferent to Volkarus' anger, watching as his master vented his frustration on the room while he stood beside the massive throne. He possessed a vertical scar across his torso and back that was in plain sight. The sign of where Uriel had plunged his sword through Pyrak's body in an attempt to save his daughter.

Pyrak - If it consoles anything upon your mind, I have the dog locked up in a fear therapy chamber.

Volkarus was slightly satisfied with this news - marked with a slight curl of the end of his lip - but he continued to pant out of frustration. He looked about and turned his crimson eye towards Pyrak.

Volkarus - For what she did I'd wring her pathetic neck to within an inch of her life... Pyrak - She is experiencing worse in the chamber. Volkarus - ''Worse? Worse? Hmhmhm... She deserves to feel like the anaemic mess of kranndung she proved herself to be!'' Pyrak - We already make it feel that way, my Lord. Volkarus - But what of you...Even when, urgh, "Uriel" stood snout to snout with you did you do anything to stop him!

As Volkarus and Pyrak talked the console built into Volkarus' throne. Hearing the slow tone of the communicator, Volkarus plodded to his throne and sat down, slouching within it, resting his elbow on an armrest with a hand that cradled his head before pressing panels to activate the communicator.

Pyrak groanined as the image cleared up slowly, but remained indistinct as if it was shaped out of mist. It sparked and blinked, and even looking at it seemed to be difficult. Still, both Volkarus and his servant could discern the shape of the being that appeared before them; it was a reptilian cyborg of some sort, clad in pitch black armour that was grafted to its skin. Its true visage was hidden by a sinister-looking helmet which glowed brightly in the dark, but somehow, by its body language perhaps, Volkarus could understand that the creature he faced wasn't his enemy.

Volkarus - That looks...familliar. ??? - ''Object: Volkarus Khaxvis, supreme commander of the Khaxvis Resurgence. Question: Is this statement correct? Volkarus - ''You are talking to the corect person. Identify yourself.'' ??? - ''Designation: 1-XX-4-N. Affiliation: The Meta-Empire.''

Volkarus leaned back with frustation. Easily recognising the form that stood in front of him, remembering it from the

Volkarus - Grox... Pyrak - It has been a while since I had witnessed the form of a Grox before. Ixxan - ''Specify designation. Statement that this unit is a Grox: incorrect. Statement that this unit is aligned with the Grox Meta-Empire: correct.'' Volkaurs - ''Gah. What do you want.'' Ixxan - ''This unit suggests cooperation. Khaxvis Resurgence: enemy of the Andromedan Galactic Commonwealth. Grox Meta-Empire/Ardenta Viceroyalty: enemy of the Andromedan Galactic Commonwealth. Khaxvis Resurgence/Ardenta Viceroyalty cooperation probability: 67.9%'' Volkarus - ''You are suggesting an alliance between our two powers? I find such a propposal hard to believe.'' Ixxan - Species 19-005 proverb: The enemy of my enemy is my friend. Volkarus - ''An interesting proverb. However what can the Resurgence expect to gain from this deal? Understandably you would gain our knowledge of the Imperium and the support of our cybernetically enhanced soldiers.'' Ixxan - ''This is correct. The Meta-Empire will in turn provide you Grox technology. Your affinity with synthetic enhancements: known to the Meta-Empire. The Meta-Empire will provide more.'' Volkarus - ''Pure Grox technology? An interesting proposal but tell me; why go to you when we can simply take such salvaged technology fro mthe black markets.'' Ixxan - Only we know how to use it to a full extent.

Volkarus sat and pondered in thought for a few minutes. He then looked towards Ixxan.

Volkarus - ''Deep Core astrographic charts. Surely you know the segmentum ebtter than anyone. Would you be weilling to part with this infomration?'' Ixxan - This is correct...

Ixxan pondered for a second. Something else was clearly on his mind.

Ixxan - This unit questions your awareness of Planet Cathemera. Volkarus - ''I have heard it in stories. The early Commonwealth went there to find a cure for a nanoplague unleashed by the Grox. After the war's conclusion the commonwealth locked the planet down. Other than that I do not know anything.'' Ixxan - ''Cathemera holds advanced technology: project Infinity in particular. You have the resources to reach it. We have the knowledge.'' Volkarus - ''Project Infinity? Enlighten me.''

Volkarus leaned forward, his frown changing to curiosity. As Ixxan's talk peeked his interest, much to Pyrak's stoic andcautionary look.

Ixxan - Technorganic battlesuit used by Supreme Viceroy Commander Grochius II. Volkarus - I already have a perfect body, thanks in-part to my second. Pyrak - I grew it single-handedly for months. Volkarus - ''Augmented with the greatest technology this galaxy has to offer...other than what the Grox directly posess. Pyrak perhaps this "Project Infinity" could be used to our advantage if we understood the technology behind it.'' Ixxan - ''Size: 20 metres. Technology: High Tier 1 in Gigaquadrantic standards. Project Infinity is of great use to both of us.'' Pyrak - It does sound remarkably promising. Volkarus - If we could replicate the enhancements...Descension is but one way to create unstoppable warriors. Ixxan - Are we allies then? Volkarus - ''Such an alliance would be precarious, but so long as you uphold your end of the bargain. I forsee a promising partnership.'' Ixxan - ''Excellent. Logging out...''

Ixxan emitted an array of beeping sounds which seemed to have some meaning in the Grox cybernetic language, and then vanished. Volkarus sat back into a slouching position as the transmission ended. Pyrak looked at him with a look of concern on hi sface, finally speaking out after leaving Volkarus to discuss such matters with Ixxan on his own.

Pyrak - Are we so desperate as to turn to the most despised of beings for assistance? Volkarus - ''The Grox posess technology not even the Commonwealth can match. But we must remain vigilant. This "Ixxan" can always turn on us, we treat him liek any business contract and keep him at arm's reach. Pyrak keep our units on standby and check all incoming technology for anything they could use to turn the tide. I do not want a repeat of Oreleva's mistake!'' Pyrak - ''...Affirmative, my Lord. But it would be wise to remind you of the incident with Kol Daren.'' Volkarus - I do not plan to become a puppet of the meta-empire! ??? - Of course you don't...

Volkarus peered around. A subtle whisper had ringed in Volkarus head; it was barely audible, but he could hear all the words as clear as if they were said by an orator high upon a stage. Volakrus looked to Pyrak, wondering if he had said anything.

Volkarus - ...Pyrak did you say something else? Pyrak - Not that I last recall, my master. Volkarus - ''Nevermind then. That reminds me, did we ever gain any of his genetic material?'' Pyrak - I lost it in the ensuing chaos and destruction of the fleet.

Volkarus pounded the armrest of his throne in frustration. Furious at how his insanity and hubris had ersulted in the Resurgence losing any sample of one of the most powerful genetic codes in Andromeda while the thought that Kol Daren himself had escaped with a perfect vial of the resurgence's Superzazane genome. The voice rang out in his mind again, distracting him from the matter.

??? - ''On Cathemera, there is power beyond the Grox. There is the Melody.'' Volkarus - ''No matter. I think I need to rest.'' Pyrak - I shall have my men prepare your quarters. Volkarus - I thank you Pyrak.

Volkarus prulled himself from his chair and plodded out of the throen room holding his head, holding his head as though he was suffering some ill effects of tiredness.

Yet as a descended being, Volkarus had no need for sleep. He never tired, but relaxing was still on his mind after the strange voices crept through his skull.