Fiction:Andromeda War

The was a place of few great spacefaring empires. The most notable of these modern day empires was the Shka'Tun, an immense empire controlling approximately 30% of the galaxy. They, however, were not the oldest or only empires living in the galaxy. There had been a great and powerful empire before them; an empire with technology so advanced that not even Tier 1 powers could mimic it, an empire so vast it had once controlled all of Andromeda. This empire had vanished, for unknown reasons, but that technology and legacy remained. Now that legacy was wanted by every empire in Andromeda, and they wouldn't let anyone else get their hands on it. The galaxy was once quiet, not much had happened there.... but now things would move, empires would clash, and a galaxy would be engulfed by war.

Members

 * MasterMachine
 * Wentals
 * Ventals
 * Imperios
 * Lucario of the Gods
 * Brood of War
 * Monet47
 * Draconis Empire
 * Twinkyberries
 * Ghelae
 * Lonestar4
 * Technobliterator
 * Ghelae
 * Lonestar4
 * Technobliterator
 * Technobliterator
 * Technobliterator

=Prelude= The draconis detected an unknown signature on Cathar II during a routine scan of the planet. An expedition was sent to investigate the signature and reported of unidentifiable energy readings near the northern pole. Under guidance of the royal academy a senate-regulated expedition was launched by combined terradix and draconis scientists. After two weeks of digging they unearthed an ancient outpost and hours later a Talon officer, Commander Oros Kanoxus, arrived with an armed escort. As he approached the site he was greeted by a speeder courier. The courier explained that the installation was apparently ancient, predating all known records and that the skeletons below were damaged from an attack, what attacked them was anybody’s guess. Oros was greeted by Khalest Senvinus, the expedition leader, who explained that whoever left the installation was determined to keep it locked down.

After much consideration Oros decided that whatever life was down there would be gone after such a long time – any organism would be dead and any machine would be offline or in hibernation. Gathering a fire-team of fifteen marines he ordered for the scientists to find a way to open the door. Uneasy at the order the scientists complied and would spend the next few hours working to force the door open.

The interior was in surprisingly good condition – there was only a thin layer of dust and the only signs of decay had come from oxidation of metal surfaces. A howl permeated the facility as a rush of bad air swept the excavation. Priming their weapons the fire-team went inside aided by two hunter-killer probes. As they marched through there was a sense of dread, it was clear whoever left the outpost was highly advanced. Across the outpost's remains were skeletons and fractured glass. The energy readings were coming from the dark depths below and as they moved forward the base got darker and the air grew more foul. There was surprisingly little life inside, millions of years entombed had deprived the base of all life. Reaching a control centre the team decided to use the room as a rest point and decided to gether what they could from the outpost's database.

The outpost's A.I. was barely functioning however they managed to piece together than an object, referred to as 'article alpha' in the files, was deep in the heart of the base. Once informing the surface teams that it was safe to come down, the team proceeded down to the very heart of the expansive facility. In fron of them stood a massive door of an unknown alloy, analysis suggested the door was almost impenetrable to modern technology.

"Whatever we're after is behind this door" Oros commented to himself. After many hours labouring the door was finalyl opened after a small group required the reactor to pen the doors, as they opened an ominous voice ran through their minds

"Warning: Unit containment compromised, un-authorised entry - sterilisation Imminent"

"Seal your suits!" The chamber was flooded with a white glow, one of the marines who failed to properly seal himself was reduced to vapour. After it passed they looked into the room to see what treasure they had uncovered. Lying in the middle of the chamber was a black, trapazoid-shaped container, seemingly made from a single piece of metal. The next day the excavation team brought it to the surface and prepared it for transport.

"I don't think we want this thing going straight to the academy, study it on a remote world and just find out what it does before we take it back" An officer suggests, the dockhand agrees with a nod and redirects the shipment to a remote world within the tholfame-18 sector - the twilight bridge. From his quarters, Oros informed the military council that more signatures were detected across the twilight sector and beyond and asked that the imperial government begins combing the galaxy for the other artifacts. What would help them was a partially-operational map deep within the outpost.

The agreement within the council was unanamous =Month 1=

Discovery
During a patrol of the a nearby star cluster within the twilight sector, the 410th fleet of the discovered that one set of map coordinates that they had uncovered matched their current location. After informing fleet command, they honed in on the signal's origin - an ancient bunker jutting from the surface of the systems's fourth planet. Routine was as at other sites: the doors were cut open, an exploration team was sent inside, and they recovered an artifact similar in design to a previous discovery along with another map fragment. As it was returning, the fleet was shunted out of warp by a gravity well. On the viewscreen was a large vessel: An Temple Ship. Admiral Olonrus was called to the bridge; the vessel requested that the Draconis share their knowledge on the artifacts with them.



Remaining under orders, the admiral flatly refused, but it did no good. Moments later, the Temple Ship had teleported a probe right into the battlecruiser's cargo hold; the astonshed guards were hesitent but shortly opened fire. They barely hit it when it turned to them before teleporting away. The soldiers stood with their mouths wide open in astonishment at what just happened. Realising the intrusion the admiral ordered the fleet to open fire and despite far outnumbering the Temple Ship it left the region in a flash with little damage. On the bridge the admiral grew impatient, shouting through the intercom at the guards' incompetence before ordering the fleet to resume transit.

After passing through the wormhole and arriving within the Tholfame-18 sector the admiral informed executive admiral Onarsus of the recent turn of events and he was not at all pleased with the outcome. As a result of the confrontation, the executive admiral made a declaration that any further sightings sould be reported immediately for a fleet dispatch.

Information
Apalos decided that it did not wish for the Draconis to possess all of the artifacts, so it gave some the information that it had obtained - particularly the locations of the other artifacts - to, with whom they were officially allied with due to the.

The Divinarium has found the information extremely useful to them, and Clericarch Iovera has decided that the artifacts would be extremely useful for her empire to possess. Soon, the black ships have warped to the mid rim of andromeda, a location of an artifact that Draconis were searching for. The Divinarium's fleet has encountered the Draconis ships in the area and immediately attacked them, leaving none alive. The artifact's location was still uncertain, and it would require time to actually find and unearth it. However, the Draconis ship has left a message to the homeworld of the empire, and the Draconis are going to strike back...

Furious at the sneak attack ordered for three fleets to comb the area for both the artifact and the attacking black ships. Meanwhile on Uriel, after recieving the message of the attack, left the banquet hall and retreated to his chambers; both furious at the Divinarium's deception and remorseful of the now-strained relationship. The sun was setting over the city skyline and as he looked out on the balcony at the gardens below he was visited by Alessa.

A. "Father?" U. "leave me, i dont' want you to see me like this" A. "Is something wrong?" U. "nothing, nothing's wrong my dear" A. "you're lying, what has happened" U. *Sighs* "Do you remember my stories of the divinarium, of how they semed so like us? How I considered them our distant kin" A. "yes" U. "I was told that the 570th fleet just went missing in the mid-rim. They said the signatures matched vessels used by the divinarium - they killed our kin without warning, without provocation!" A. "Could they have been renegades?" U. "it's those damned relics the admirals have been finding! First a soldier is vaporised, then we get attacked by an incomprehenseble vessel and now this. Those things are dangerous and if they are what is driving the divinarium's motives they deserve to be locked away and forgotten" A. "I don't think i've seen you like this" U. "I thought I would be done with war but no, in comes another upstart with dreams of grandeour" A. "perhaps you could speak with their leader? work something out?" U."I don't know..." A. "At least try something. They might reconsider" U. *Smiles* "You may be right, I will contact this 'clericarch' in due time. You'll make someone a very proud parent one day. Go back downatairs, i will join you soon"

As he turned to her he accepted her words of wisdom, gave her a hug and returned to looking out of the balcony at the setting sun as she returned downstairs. As Uriel looked out at the city below he muttered to himself.

"Iovera, your actions dissapoint me. And one day, one day you will be repaid in kind I swear it"

Retribution
Out on the outskirts of the Amatia system a fleet of the divinarium was searching intensely for another artifact. While in orbit of the system's fifth planet they were set upon by two fleets of the Imperial talon navy. The ships opened fire by launching a withering barrage of missiles. Several smaller ships were breached while others, becoming aware of the attack, began travelling to the approaching fleets dwarfing the black ships. After two hours of fighting several of the divinarium's ships reported boarding parties.

Deep within the bowels of some of the ships marines had boarded and were fighting valiently. Many marines fell as the crews fought back but it wwas no good. Those who did not die or were wounded were knocked unconscious and brought to the boarding pods jutting from the hulls. When the boarding crews realised that the larger ships were sentinet they resorted to planting charges and retreating via the boarding pods with whatever radeon prisoners they had. As the battle slowly came to a conclusion the last battleship was destroyed and it's captain - although putting up a strong fight - was captured and restrained in a sensory deprivation tank along with the rest of his crew. Satisfied at the victory the remains of the 720th and 498th fleets examined the system.

While searching they discovered another relic and began swift operations, this time detonating the structure's interior after leaving.

Part 1
After defeating the small Divinarium fleet, the Draconis continued to search for the relics in the region. After some search, they have found another one located close to the core - next to the New Wental Sector. The frozen planet contained the treasure beyond imagination, and the Draconis have sent the fleet to discover it. However, they have been watched by the Divinarium, planning to take the artifacts as well. This time, they were going to win, and Iovera knew this. In the palace of the Divinarium, she has summoned her best commander. Admiral Jahric.

Iovera - Welcome, Admiral. Jahric - Greetings, my lady. Iovera - ''Are you ready to serve the Divinarium in your future mission? Today, you shall be sent into the frozen world for one purpose - to claim the artifact of the ancients for us. You must prevail - no, you SHALL prevail. Just imagine the power our empire could gain with the help of the artifacts! Think of it!'' Jahric - ''Indeed, my lady. I shall prevail. My fleet is going to warp into the planet within one hour.'' Iovera - Good...

As Jahric was getting ready for the fight in the hangar, he wondered. What was these artifacts? Why everyone was fighting to get them? And if they are so powerful and could give so much power to those who will get them, was anyone in this galaxy responsible enough to wield such power? There were rumors that the artifacts, if combined, were able to destroy the entire Andromeda - these were only rumors, but Jahric felt that they could be right. And what if these artifacts fell in the hands of an evil person? And worst of all, what could happen if Iovera would have the artifacts? Would she be able to wield these powers resposibly... or not?

Jahric's thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the Divinarium's chaplain, Selytorah, an ambassador of Iovera meant to watch over Jahric. He hated her for one reason - she could read his mind.

Selytorah - ''I feel doubt in your mind. The uncertainty. One who doubts the will of the Clericarch is a heretic - and you know how we punish heresy. Destroy all doubts in your soul and let the divine will of Spode guide your actions - that is the only true path...''

Jahric, angred due to Selytorah's preaching, quickly left the hangar and entered the flagship, launching its engines. Perhaps she was right. Perhaps he should not doubt the divine will... Anyway, he didn't care now. He has activated the drives and commanded the fleet to warp into the battle. Within minutes, the ships have reached their destination, entering the frozen world's atmosphere. They were not alone, however. The Draconis were there as well, ready to unleash the retribution on them.

As the battle begun, the spaceships fired at each other with the powerful weaponry, and the heavens became red and orange due to the crossfire. Neither side was able to win, as both were too strong to be defeated. The battle lasted for several hours, with little casualties on both sides. Jahric grew impatient, and has commanded the fleet to unleash every single weapon at the Draconis in order to win the battle. At the same moment, however, the battle was interrupted with the large flash. Draconis and Divinarium ships were caught in a planet's electric storm, resulting in engines stopping instantly.

Jahric - Escape the ship, quickly!

Within seconds, Radeons and Draconis have evacuated in drop pods, falling on the ground. After coming from the rubble and the ruins, however, both sides have continued to fight for the artifact on the ground...

Meanwhile, two figures were watching the battlefield from the above.

??? - ''Hahahaha... Everything is going according to the plan.'' ??? - The plan? ??? - ''...Nevermind. Anyway, do you remember our deal?'' ??? - ''Yes. We shall claim these artifacts for the use of us both... I will use them to achieve my vengeance, and you... will do whatever you want with them.'' ??? - ''Yes. Of course.''

Two figures have left their mysterious hideout.

??? - Foolish tin can...

Part 2
The sounds of gunfire echoed in the distance as a long squad of the Divinarium's soldiers marched through the snow. All of a sudden, the squad's psychic called for the troops to halt. The psychic could sense that one of the draconis - one strong of mind - was near. Sure enough they came across a crashed escape pod of imperial manufacture. The pod was intact, and a red LED was flashing on top. As they primed their weapons, the hatch opened and the draconis inside, wearing a thick coat, jumped out pointing a fusion pistol.

"State your intent. Now!" - he demanded, as the Radeons told him their task he rolled his eyes, asking what their intent with him was. Deliberately being unclear, they ordered the Draconis to follow them to the crashed flagship. He was unexpectedly calm as he was taken along. The trek was quiet save for the howling winds outside and the Radeons closed the door behind them, quickly warming before heading upstairs. When he arrived on the bridge, Admiral Jahric approched him.

Jahric - "So... Let our psycics see your elemntal potential" Psychic - "I predict some potential... perhaps we could use it..." Jahric - "Interrogate him?" Psychic - "Indeed." Sarec - "Perhaps not Admiral. And I suggest you to keep your distance."

As the Draconis spoke, he pulled off his coat to reveal the armour of an Inquisitor. Shocked at such a revelation, Jahric ordered for his soldiers to kill the man. As the soldiers primed their weapons they were interrupted when he held up a claw, calling them to hold their fire. he then asked the shocked admiral to exlpain his situation.

Sarec - "I am Inquisitor Sarec of the Cult of Drakon's Inquisition. Originally my duty was, as you predicted, to make sure your kind did not work inside imperial space. The electrical storm that downed our ships seemed to... coincidental to be an act of chance. It is only a hunch, but I think our fleets were downed for a reason. I can understand if you don't trust me, but these relics may be a risk none of us can yet fathom. Put duty to one side for a moment, Admiral and confess: do you think these relics are a danger?"

Jahric confessed his doubts to the inquisitor. As the inquisitor listened, he told Jahric that the empire only wanted the artifacts to keep them safe from anyone else and to understand them better. As doubt over the divinarium's task filled his mind, he agreed to let the draconis take the artifact offowrld. As the inquisitor left, he showed his thanks and gave a single piece of advice to the admiral, to all who were in the chamber:

Sarec - Sometimes, doubt can free you from the path of damnation.

Part 3
The draconis, free from the Radeons' persistent attacks recovered the artifact buried on the world and fortified the digsite. However, after Sarec narrowly dodged an attempt on his life the skies of the planet darkened and a strange voice could be heard by Sarec and Radeon psychics echoing in their mind.

- ''It is time. GET 'EM, BOYZ!''

Through the blizzard several large shapes emerged, firing on the defenders with their large-calibre weapons. The defenders were almost overhelmed as commanders cried out, firing at each they saw. They held the line until the emergence of Loron wearing armour clad in a silvery metal, their rifles firing nothing but pure essence and incineraating anyone it hit. Sarec was almost overwhelmed from the din screaming in his mind. "Fall back!" The commanders cried as they retreated to the pit.

Fro orbit Wental warships bombarded the planet's surface, turning any area it hit into a scarred mess. Fearful the draconis huddled near the artifact, shooting any Loron that stood over the perimiter, in the distance marksmen fired their rail rifles at the Loron. Unfortunately most were out in the clear and fair game for an orbital strike. When one of the silver-clad loron was gunned down the marines realised there was nothing inside. For the entire battle these Loron had been crying out "Everything is dust dumbos" And now it seemed more obvious if disturbing - They were hitting shells of former Loron. Jahric, desperate for an escape route mentioned that a warp field may disrupt the bombardment so the survivors made a dash for any surviving starships.

As the ships lifted up from the planets surface, it seemed that the warp field didn't stop the Wental Gravity Weapons. That would be a major problem.

In the Wental Warships, all seemed well. Masuri was happy with the results, and watched as a Draconis ship shattered into pieces after trying to escape the planet. Then suddenly everything stopped. The weapons shut down, the engines cut out, and even the artificial gravity and lighting died. "What the hell happened?" Masuri bellowed with rage. The few Draconis ships left jumped into hyperspace and vanished from sight, heading somewhere out into the universe.

Sarec - ''Do you see what I was talking about? The greater threat?'' Jahric - Yes. Sarec - When we were planetside you called them Loron, so who are they? Jahric - Lorons are the star barbarians, primitive but strong. Jahric - However, I feel like they are controlled by someone... Sarec - I think I could hear him, his voice echoed through my skull... I-I've never felt such power in all my years... He spoke as though these Loron were below him. Jahric - Perhaps it is one of these... Mali'Nar... Sarec - I apologise but that name escapes me. Jahric - ''Like the messengers, they are only legends. It is said that some beings have trascended the mind and body of the mortal beings to become something... different. It is also said that these beings can be both good and evil... And we could have met an evil one.''

They were interrupted when a marine handed sarec a datapad containin scans of obrital vessels. Sarec's eyes narrowed and he let out a grunt. Jahric peered at the data

Jahric - ...Wentals? Sarec - Indeed... Let's hope for their sakes their leaders did not sanction this attack. Jahric - It is strange, we must investigate... Sarec - ''I can already think of one man who may be responsible. *rests the datapad on a bench* A perfect example of why emotions cannot govern command. That was an entire fleet, so whoever is responsible was at least an admiral at the time of betrayal. I will promptly contact the Inquisition when i can... Where are we headed?'' Jahric - I assume that we should contact the Divinarium.

Jahric opens up holographic contact with Iovera. His contact was unexpected as she straightned herself out. Sarec had been eager to meet the Clericarch since the war'ss beginning and he had finally gotten his chance. As the hologram engaged Iovera was without her robe and diadem, Sarec subtly raised an eyebrow with interest. Whether or not either of them ntoiced was anyone's guess ash se stood straight, hands clutched together in front of him.

Iovera - ''Why have you called me, admiral? Is your mission complete? Jahric - We have met the fierce resistance. Lorons and Wentals... Iovera - What? Really? Sarec - I'm afraid he speaks the truth. Iovera - What? A Draconis? Sarec - *bows* Sarec of the Inquisition of Drakon. And I do not speak for the empire, your majesty. Iovera - Well, your holiness would be a right term, but... whatever.''

Sarec did his best to keep his composure, he was never keen on anyone being referred to as 'their holiness' - a title he considered arrogant and unworthy without proof of a divine nature.

Iovera - ''So, a third side has claimed the artifact? We will see... Sarec - What we encountered on Caharden IV affects both sides, personally it seems, since the empire is on good terms with the Wental council. Iovera - I will believe you at the moment, however, I would need proof. Although... I can read your mind... You speak truth. Sarec - I do have one suspicion and if he has managed to get his hands on the artifact the entire galaxy is at great risk. Iovera - Fine. Fine. Inquisitor, I assume we shall cooperate at the moment? Sarec - Indeed. I will contact my seniors and inform them of what has happened, we will deal wih the Wental. We managed to gather what we could from the data recorders and I will have copies transferred to you when I can - You have my word. Iovera - Perfect. Sarec - It was good to meet you Clericarch, i will leave you with your admiral unless you wish otherwise. Iovera - Fine.''

Sarec walked downstairs, leaving the two of them alone while he went to privatelt contact the inquisition. Arsac, proud of Sarec's efforts decided to keep him in the Twilight Sector due to his (arguably) first-hand contact with the mysterious commanders of the Legion of Badmanz. it was clear from the discussion that Iovera was not keen on the developments, or the resulting truce. However there was a much more sinister danger that needed dealing with first. Sarec, weary from his ordeal, rested in his quarters for the remainder of the trip. The terrifying voice of the Mali'Nar haunted his mind. Once he returned to the draconis colonies he decidedt ospeand the next week meditating to clear his mind. When he spoke of his ordeal to a cleric, he was told that there may be things in this universe mortals are not supposed to comprehend.

Part 4
On a massive space ship deep in Wental Territory, Masuri paced back and fourth, waiting for information. Masuri was ticked. His fleet had been crippled by a single enemy, an enemy from within, a dastardly traitor to the Wentals. He wanted answers, and would get those answers no matter what he needed to do.

Masuri - Bring in the traitor! Soldier - Yes Sire.

A young Meta is brought in, angry and silent, refusing to allow any weakness to show. However, Masuri was a predator. It was in his nature to know what weakness was, and where it could be found. The Meta was weak, she had a stuttering heart. Masuri could hear it's beat, rapid and irregular. Lum trum trum lum trum lum trum lum lum trum. The heart was obviously not quite perfect, something had been damaged or left unmade. He could use that. But what it told him more then the physical weakness was that this Meta was scared. Very scared. She probably came from a lower class, or she would have simply had the heart repaired via surgery, or her parents would have repaired the genetics that caused it. Such was only restricted by price, and even then a middle class Wental could get it with relative ease. Her being a lower class Wental meant she would be subordinate, and thusly tell him everything he needed to know.

Masuri - So... you are the weak little traitor who sabotaged my fleet. Well, I applaud you.

Meta - What? Why?

Masuri - It must have taken guts for a lower class Wental like you to do this... but I think there was more. You had help. I want to know who that help was.

Meta - There was no help. I did it myself. I have changed my fate, and now I will not be forgotten.

Masuri - Yes, you will. I'll make sure no one can ever hear your screams, ever remembers your fate or knows your name.

Meta - My name is Clairvaux Uidiana! You will remember that name, for it has been your foiler in this battle!

Masuri - I cannot forget the names of my enemies until they are dead, that is true. However... you will be forgotten soon.

Clairvaux - Wha... you can't kill me. Dylan won't stand for the open killing of one of his own species!

Masuri - Dylan... was he behind this?

Clairvaux - No, there were not but me.

Masuri - You need to learn how to speak. Hmph. You are a weakling, you have a bad and revealing heart. You're terrified of what's going to happen. I can smell your fear, hear your terror, almost taste it. You will tell me everything, of that I am certain. It is.... inventible.

Clairvaux - I will tell you nothing for there is nothing to tell. I did this myself.

Masuri - Then tell me what happened. How did a low class Wental like you get into my fleet, and how did you sabotage it?

Clairvaux - Simple: you opened the doors and let me in. You had no one else to help you, so you had to trust all those who entered. Now, I do believe that the Iteok must pay. They killed our worldforest, we will kill them utterly. However, you're going about it wrong, and few Meta would support you in this. I'm not one of them. When you allowed me on your ships, I immediately went about my way learning everything I could about their software and programming. I became a very decent computer specialist, to the point that when things went wrong I could fix them. But I was also searching out weak points, and testing them one by one. You remember all those little things, like when the gravity shut down in the port kitchens, or the lights cut out in the starboard barracks? That was me testing the system. Once I found the codes to shut things down on a small scale, I simply sent it up to a max scale, the entire fleet. That needed a virus, which I created.

Masuri - Impressive. I would have never thought that a low life like yourself could manage to do that kind of work.

Clairvaux - No. You wouldn't have. After creating the virus, I simply needed to get the perfect time to use it. When we were bombarding the planet, i got into position. It was a simple thing from there to activate the virus and set it on standby. When I saw the ships leaving the surface, I put it on attack, and attack it did. Granted, it took a few seconds to breach the firewalls and security, but once that was finished, the entire fleet was crippled. My plan worked because you underestimated me. And now the Metamind himself has come to help me.

Masuri - No he hasn't. He's all the way back in-

Soldier - Masuri, it's Dylan! He's here!

Masuri - What! How did he know I was here?

Clairvaux - You idiot. You forgot that the Meta are a weak group mind. The moment you hurt me they all knew something was up, and the moment I released my fear they were able to pinpoint me. I never expected Dylan himself to come, but come he has. You cannot win now..

Masuri - Why you little!

Masuri launches himself at Clairvaux, intending to kill, when he's suddenly stuck in the air. Everyone turns, and Masuri manages to spot Dylan, his hand up and essence held in it like a weapon, walking towards him.

Dylan - Guards, take this fool away. I'll deal with him later. You, what is your name?

Clairvaux - Clairvaux Uidiana, the Forgotten Warrior.

Dylan - Well now Clairvaux, you shall be forgotten no more. Aeir Ur Uidiana, wae Clairvaux. (You are a Warrior, not Forgotten.)

Dylan helped Clairvaux up and out of the room, while Masuri and his fleet were affectivly captured and placed into temporary prison until the details of this whole mess could be worked out. The Meta as a whole could sense a strange happiness from their Metamind, something they hadn't felt in years.

In their hidden world, the trees could feel this too. It energized them once more, and they got one step closer to revival.

Enter, the Warriors of Honour
As the remaining Radeons and Draconis fled the planet, Br'klakkon ordered da Chikz to unearth the artifact and decipher information. As the Norol have finished their work, Br'klakkon has descended to the planet surface along with his retinue. He was quite impressed with the unearthed relic. Pitch black and glowing with the green light, Br'klakkon could fear power coursing within this machine. As he pressed the artifact, it opened like a puzzle box, revealing flat display responding to the touches of the user. Chikz have deciphered the code of the machine and Br'klakkon has started to learn the secrets of the artifact. After spending some time working with the machine, a smile appeared on his face (or whatever Loron did instead of smiling).

Br'klakkon - ''Excellent... EXCELLENT!''

Br'klakkon has just realised that in his hands was the map - the map containing the locations of the other artifacts. He now knew what was his next target now...

But first, he needed to bring his old allies back.

Br'klakkon - ''FLASHBOYZ! SHU CHIKZ! BRING DA METAL CAT BOY BACK DAM U''

By their master's command, Loron'Kikra have started to channel their temporal powers, warping the laws of time and space. All in a sudden, the reality was shattered and in the massive explosion, Masuri emerged out of the warped space.

Masuri - What? Br'klakkon - ''I have taken you out of the timestream back to me. You currently exists as two beings; your time twin is currently within Wental space, awaiting for judgement. While he is there, we shall work together... again. As you see, this artifact contains information about the locations of other artifacts, which can be quite, quite useful.'' Masuri - ''Good. However, remember that someone have fled the planet thanks to the... traitor. Now, we must think what to do with them. They could inform their empires and...''

Br'klakkon has pointed to the map.

Br'klakkon - ''Next destination: Twilight Sector. Plain and simple: go, grab the artifact and flee. However, if your words are true, I should make something to prevent Radeons and their new allies from claiming the artifact... And I know what should I do.''

Suddenly, a ghostly figure of an Asgord appeared to the duo, bowing before Br'klakkon.

Alo'emonraz - What do you wish, my master? Br'klakkon - Call the Zazane...

With these words, Alo'emonraz has vanished, teleporting to the Borealis Galaxy, on Rivelata. There, Alo has taken form of a high-ranked Kordalu Zazane, appearing to Astral Highland for advices.

Alo'emonraz - ''Welcome, my mistress. I have just gained the information that the artifacts of the great power are located in the Andromeda Galaxy. We could claim these artifacts for our empire, as well as destroy unbelievers there, like Radeons and Draconis. What do you think, my mistress?'' Astral Highland - ''Great. I will inform the Council of the Brood as soon as I can."

After several minuted, Highland has called the council of the Brood. There, she told about the artifacts her "advisor" told her about, and how could they use it for the Brood. Soon, the Council has agreed that the Brood shall send their fleet there, led by councillor Tyraz Breek. In several hours, a large fleet of Zazane ships have left Borealis and has entered Andromeda space.

At the same time, the Draconis Empire and the Divinarium were planning to protect against the new enemies. All in a sudden, they have realised they were in a trap. Legion of Badmanz and the remnants of Masuri's fleet have invaded them from the back, and Zazane ships have appeared in Andromeda as well, sowing chaos.

Things were not going well for the newly formed alliance.

The Fleet of Ruin
Tyraz was on board the Ghost of the Warrior, his personal Talzaan-Class Ship. His crew of several thousand were all willing to die for him. Tyraz looked out into space, observing the passing stars and systems, and also the rest of the fleet. Tyraz then turned his head to face SpecOps Commander, Tanaris Kodos.

Tyraz - Tanaris, we are going up a very skilled enemy. The Divinarium are not as weak as you think. They are strong warriors, their technology is very advanced. Tanaris - You think I am scared of some pathetic rats? Tyraz - No, it's just that we have not fought them before. I fear that you may...underestimate them. Tanaris - If anything, you overestimate them, my lord. They will be an easy task to attend to. Tyraz - Do not make them suffer! Tanaris - They will not have the chance to! Their deaths will be swift and quick, to match the skill of the Niddan Ho!

With these words, Tyraz looked away. The Fleet of Ruin progressed forwards, trekking deeper into Andromeda space. On board the ship next to them were a large amount of Hetii, the insect warriors of the Brood. They would be deployed for planetary attacks and for ship raids, seeing that due to their technology, they can breath in space for an hour. The Hetii were starving, and their neutron blasters were ready for combat. They were dangerous enemies to fight on the battlefield.

As the fleet progressed, they came in contact with a small Divinarium squad of ships. Tyraz instantly took charge of the situation.

Tyraz - My brothers! Members and races of the Brood of War! Show this pathetic squad the power of the Fleet of Ruin!

And so, the attack began. The Hetii were deployed, neutron blasters firing and swiftly avoiding enemy fire. The Brood ships were also firing, so the Hetii had to be extremely careful. However, they were skilled like this, naturally knowing where things are coming from in all directions.

Tyraz turned to Tanaris.

Tyraz - Tanaris, it seems we near the Divinarium. You have better prepare your troops for battle, I can sense that a planet will be coming soon with Divinarium presence. Tanaris - Do not worry, my lord Tyraz. The Niddan Ho are equipped for specialist ground conflict. In fact, they are better than most of your warriors! Tyraz - Careful with your words, Tanaris. Just because the Niddan Ho are more skilled than my warriors, does not mean they will always win against them. My warriors are more numerous, yours are scarce compared! Now, begone! I wish not to see your face until we reach the planet.

Tanaris grunted and turned away, disgusted. Tyraz was known for his temper, but then again, so was Tanaris. However, he could not afford to be slaughtered by the councilor before the battle. He bit his tongue and let it go. He then walked past a Cyrodi warrior, and slammed his head against the wall out of anger. The Cyrodi was left surprised and confused about the sudden outburst, but they had great respect for Zazane, so whatever it was about, he should probably not get involved. He then carried on to see the councilor.

Tyraz - Ah, Kra'Lo'Kan. Nice to see you again. Kra'Lo'Kan - Great Leader Tyraz, my Cyrod horde is waiting for your command to strike. Tyraz - Tell your horde to wait. You and your kin will feast soon, just be patient. Kra'Lo'Kan - But they get restless, Great Leader! Tyraz - I said they must wait! Grr...Have we not any food on board this ship? Kra'Lo'Kan - I am not so sure, Great Leader Tyraz. May I try and beg your royal chefs for food for my horde? Tyraz - *growls* Fine. I will get them to cook for your horde. However, if they refuse to fight on the battlefield because of it, I will decimate them!

Kra'Lo'Kan nooded and bowed before walking away. Tyraz huffed and spoke through his communicator.

Tyraz - Royal chefs, I want you to try and cook something for Horde Kra'Lo'Kan. His horde grows restless, and they will start consuming each other if need be! I cannot have rebellion or cannibalism on my ship! =Month 2=

The Dragon Awakes
Within 's royal palace Uriel was still brooding in his chambers. While he had not forgiven Iovera for the attack on the fleet, he grew uneasy of thie partnership. In his opinion the war effort was darkening by the day and the arrival of the Legion did not improve things. As he stood looking out of the balcony he heard a knock on the door.

Uriel - Who is it? Larnus - It's me, i need to talk to you Uriel - ''Larnus? Shouldn't you be in the field? Larnus - Would i really leave the paragon alone when he's like this?''

uriel walks inside. Larnus enters and finds Uriel is sitting slumped on a sofa in an alcove of his room, his face bearing a grim expression. As Uriel looks at him his face drops, fearful of whatever bad news his mentor had.

Uriel - What's happened now? Larnus - ''We recieved word from the colonies. The Divinarium is under attack, what scouts we had in the vicinity didn't last long. ''

As he hears this Uriel tightens his claws, his face drops and his eyes narrow before leaping out of his chair in rage with a bellowing roar. He marches up to larnus who stands straight with his hands in front. Uriel gives him a cold stare before turning away. he continued to burn with rage

Uriel - ''Damnation Larnus! For the past month I have had nothing but bad news! First Iovera backstabs us, then we lose a fleet to them, then we lose another fleet to a third pary - losing a second artifact in the process - and now you're telling me another invader has attacked. The Talons are stretched enough as it is. Leave me be unless you have some good news for a change Larnus - Look at yourself Uriel! A century ago I knew a man who couldn't wait to get his claws around the throat of the empire's enemies. And here you have been sitting, sulking. That's not the man I knew during the wars, during the patrols, hunting pirates. Eighty years of being a leader have made you soft. This damned dream of yours has turned you into a pacifist! Uriel - I grew tired of war, of destruction. I would rather have en empire of peace than one of war. I will not lower myself to the Khaxvis! Larnus - Is this what it's about? proving you're nothing like the pretenders? There's a time for peace and a time for war. A good leader knows when to get the balance right.''

Uriel's grim expression slowly changed to a smile, he was almost amused by Larnus' statement.

Uriel - ''I hate it when you're always right. Contact the Divinarium and tell them the dragons will emerge from the dark. It is time for this warrior to serve his line once again. Larnus - Glad to hear it''

Uriel calmed down before moving over to the armour case in his chambers. Stored within was the very sme gilded armour he wore during his many years of service. Still in fine condition and polished until relflective. he smiled as he looked at each segment before gazing at the longsword housed with it. After examing it and smiling he gave a quick glance in Larnus' direction. A glint of ambition shone in his eyes, and within his heart a fire of passion ignited that had been out for many long years: His passion for combat.

Uriel - Do we know who the attackers are? Larnus - ''They call themselves the 'brood of war' apparently. What our scouts did find is that they have a bizzare obsession with an unknown element Uriel - Then its time these barbarians experienced warfare at it's finest.''

Larnus nods with delight. Since the Divinarium attack Uriel had been sulking in his chambers and now he knew what was coming. Nothing less than retribution would come for the Zazane and their allies; The Empire would prepare to field its full might into the Twilight Sector...

Choices.... Choices
Dylan - We must do something about Masuri immediately! His actions threaten out entire existence!

Nampt - He took initiative, something most here only do when annoyed at him.

Dylan - Shut it Nampt, we all know you worship him!

Hinata - Dylan, calm down. Yes, my father worships Masuri, but he also speaks the truth. We have rarely taken the initiative unless absolutely required to.

Titrit - Speak for yourself, pink one.

Arukas - Yes, some of us don't waste time idling.

Uma - Nampt DOES speak true though. How many of us have actually gone out of our way to stop Masuri. How many of us have actually paid attention to the outside universe beyond possible threats to our existence?

Dylan - Regardless of what we have done, Masuri has destroyed everything! I honestly can't say whether or not the Draconis will remain our allies after this incident, and to be honest if I were them I wouldn't remain our allies! How can anyone expect others to trust us when we can't even trust ourselves?

Clank - Personally, I think what Masuri did was a good thing. He went ahead with his plans, and hasn't actually denied committing the actions. However, he did break an alliance and treaty, an alliance and treaty of which we only recently made. He damages our reliability, and if we want a positive future with the outside universe, we need to be reliable.

Remlap - Clank is right. Masuri has broken the law, he must be punished for it. The Draconis are the ones who he victimized, at least, they are the ones who's anger we must sate. I say we throw him to them and see what happens.

Dylan - I hate Masuri as much as anyone here, but handing him over to the Draconis would cause no end of civil disrest and possible rebellion. At the least it would cause rioting across the Wentals.

First Spark - This is a situation with no right choices. Masuri has broken the law, thus he should be punished. However, he has a large following, and if we punish him it will not end well. We need to decide which we fear more: the Draconis or the Wentals?

Clank - I couldn't have said it better myself. I personally fear the Draconis more then the Wentals among us. They aren't afraid to destroy us, but we cannot destroy ourselves.

Uma - I have seen civil war, it is not something I want to see again. I fear civil war more then interempire warfare. I think we should let Masuri rot in prison, but nothing more.

Dylan - I fear both, but I fear the Draconis more. And it would be nice to get Masuri out of my fur, he's been a claw in my side for far to long. I say we give him to the Draconis and crack down on anyone who tries to stop it.

Jasmine - I know I'm the newest one here, even including Hinata, but I do have equal say. Masuri is lost, confused, angry, and hurt. He lost everything more times then any of us, and he doesn't know how to deal with it. His entire life has be based on warfare and battle. I think he has forgotten that there is more to the universe then war. He needs medical help. The Draconis will not give him that.

Kuhera - While I am no Council Member, I do wish to speak. These are difficult times for us. We have not recovered from the Mechanization yet, we are far from war-ready. We cannot afford a war with the Draconis, a powerful empire with few weaknesses. If we choose war with them, it must be complete and total warfare. We cannot allow them to survive, at all, if we do not we will be destroyed.

Hinata - I do not dislike Masuri personally, but his actions are unacceptable. He should be given to the Draconis and left for them to deal with. He needs to learn that his actions will have consequences.

First Spark - Civil War is the worst kind of War. I will risk war with the Draconis over war with ourselves.

Nampt - I like war. Civil War less then interempire war. I say we keep our angry friend Masuri and let him wage his war against the universe. And then we should embrace it.

Titrit - Those damned lizards are slavemasters and slavers. I think Masuri is in the right, and will support him against them. He shouldn't even be in trouble!

Remlap - Masuri may have his heart in the right place, but his mind is not. I think he should be given the Draconis with the condition that they do not harm him.

Arukas - Masuri is.... unpleasant. I do not like his methods or his intent. I think he should be thrown into the deepest and most unpleasant pit in the Wentals. However, he should be punished by his own kind, not by some others who won't respect his past. He should remain a prisoner of the Wentals.

Dylan - Very well. As much as I dislike this, Masuri can stay. Harip aw ru pleos. (May We Be Protected) On to diplomacy. What will we tell the Draconis?

Remlap - That we have decided in a 4 to 6 vote that Masuri will remain among us but a prisoner. We should not lie to them.

Nampt - They will be angry already, may as well just make them think we have no idea where he is.

Hinata - And if they find out we have them?

Nampt - We war! Ha ha!

Dylan - We cannot afford war. Not now.

Jasmine - Well, I'm no good at diplomacy and whatnot, so I'll just be leaving.

Clank - Same.

Kuhera - My advice is not needed here. You probably wouldn't listen anyway.

Clank, Kuhera, Jasmine, First Spark, Uma, and Arukas leave Nampt, Hinata, Dylan, Remlap and Titrit to argue the subject.

Titrit - We should just side fully with Masuri. The Draconis will enslave us all if we don't.

Dylan - Despite your feelings, the are not entirely evil.

Titrit - Hmph! You've never been a slave.

Hinata - Stop it! We aren't going to attack our ally, Titrit, no matter how much you want to.

Titrit - But you have to have seen their eyes. How they look at us with such contempt. As if we are already their inferiors.

Hinata - They do have a tendency to act superior to others who they are really not so different from. They weren't very friendly when I first spoke with them.

Dylan - Think what they must see when they see us. A bunch of misfits who can't even control their own people.

Nampt - I think that war would be fun, but ill advised. They outnumber us, and no matter how good you are, numbers can tip the scale. We should wait for our strength to grow before we do anything bold.

Hinata - Wow, I am really shocked! You actually advising AGAINST war? Who are you and what did you do to my father?

Nampt - Ha ha ha, very funny. I use my head too you know, you aren't the only one who can think.

Dylan - So, against war is myself, Hinata, and Nampt. Titrit, you've lost. I don't think any of the Wentals would actually want war, except for Masuri's followers, and we all know they don't care who the war is with.

Hinata - Which brings up yet another problem. What are we to do with them? Masuri being imprisoned won't please them, we may still have rioting on the streets.

Nampt - This is where I come in with a few dozen stun-guns and EMPs... •chuckles•

Titrit - I think they have every right to be angry, but we should protect trade and infrastructure. We should place a curfew while they cool down, and be ready for violence and rioting.

Dylan - I agree. If they get out of hand this could end badly.

Hinata - They are still our citizens, we cannot kill them. Do you understand that father? No deaths.

Nampt - Aww, not even one? I'm kidding, I'm kidding! Sheesh, can't take a joke...

Dylan - Nampt, you're one of the few here who's used to this kind of thing, we don't have many willing to lead people against their own. You'd better not screw this up, got it?

Nampt - Yes. I'm good at what I do, no one will be harmed.

Dylan - Now... what about Masuri's punishment? He needs it badly, he thinks he can get away with anything.

Titrit - You know my opinion on that. At the worst, some mental rehab and a nice vacation.

Nampt - Masuri needs to be placed under solitary confinement for a few years at the least... no way we can let him plan anything with his followers.

Dylan - But what if his followers are among those guarding him?

Hinata - We can use all Meta, right? That wya you know if they are following him.

Dylan - But then it will look like I'm the one imprisoning him, not the Council. We need a good mix, but people we trust.

Hinata - Well in that case we should have more Meta then all the others combined. Maybe... 50 peoples, 26 of which are Meta?

Nampt - That would work.... but 50 may not be enough.

Dylan - 50 is all we can spare right now, what with the reconstruction and other measures taken to prevent disrest.

Titrit - All this could be avoided if we simply cut relations with the Draconis and attack them...

Dylan - Give it up already, do we need to put you under house arrest again?

Nampt - So, I'll go and organize the night watches and curfews. Dylan, you should handle Masuri, but take someone with you. He's not stable, he may try to hurt you.

Nampt leaves the three other Councilors behind to do his job. He knows what he needs to do, and nothing will slow him or halt him now.

Dylan - Nampt is right. I should set up the new guard now.

Dylan leaves as well, first heading to Masuri's cell and alerting him to the news, then moving on to tell the new guards what must be done and how.

Hinata looks out over the city. She is joined by an unexpected individual, another Kwaad who her father assigned to be her personal guard.

Hinata - There is no reason for you to be here, Guardskaan.

Guardskaan - You father wants to ensure your survive. He does care for you, in his own way.

Hinata - I know. So, did you hear everything that was said?

Guardskaan - Yes, mlady.

Hinata - And what do you think? Is keeping Masuri among us at the risk of war with the Draconis a good choice?

Guardskaan - It is not my place to say. However, you asked, so I shall. I think that the choice is proper for the time being. Masuri is a Wental, the Draconis are not. That alone is the biggest difference.

Hinata - I know. I remember when we said the same thing about each other though. The Meta are Meta and Kwaad are Kwaad. I remember those times, though I was younger. I hope I can live to see when we are the same with others again. Now please, leave me be for now.

The Guardskaan leaves and Hinata looks over the city. She notices the cracks in most of buildings, the plants growing up them. From a distance, the city looks alive and well, but up close it's obvious that only three of the hundred or so buildings are used, and many of the unused ones are falling apart. Nanotech doesn't work so well anymore, so the buildings no longer self repair.

Hinata - The city is rotting and falling apart. I really hope this isn't some sort of foreshadowing...

New Reign of the Monarchy
On board the King's Ascendant the Zaretian Capital ship, location unknown. In the bridge Admiral Helios the head of the invasion of the Andromeda Galaxy was having a meeting with his aggregation of under-lings; Ganos, Thea, Bore'Ock, Tales, and Cytos.

With Admiral Helios looking out of the window of the ship, he says calmly "My loyal team, what have you gathered about this galaxy? Now, don't be stingy with the details, if we're going to bring this galaxy down to it's knees and harvest it for sheer might, in hopes that we can calm our home galaxy... the Telios Frontier."

Ganos said to him in a sardonic manner "We already know why we're here Helios, you don't have to remind us over and over again, heh" Helios gave him a sharp look in response and said "Commander Ganos, would I need to remind you that we need to speak in a kind manner to each other, so we can have great morals and to... lower the chances of betrayal that some of your predecessors in the Frontier have fallen to. Such pity, that us Zaretian don't believe in keeping dogs like them alive" Thea spoke saying "Enough small talk, we need to tell Helios about the events of this galaxy" Bore'Ock replied "Yes, Helios, we have been using the very few stealth ships the 18th fleet carried with. And I you're gon' love this... there's a big war brewing between the habitats over some rocks of some sort, I don't know"

Tales added on by saying "My theory is that the habitants of this world believe possessions have some sort of spiritual energy around them, or else they might have a high value on this world's market. But I am very curious about them, if maybe you can acquire one of them maybe I can examine it and see what it can do, and maybe see if... we can get some info about them out of some of the other empires of this world. Then we ca-" Bore'Ock cut him off by saying "What my brother is trying to say... in short. He wants want of these artifacts so he can look at it." Helios turned towards the group and said "We've barely been here for a few months, I'd say I can spare a few fleets. But make sure that this doesn't come back to us. We have zero information about these empires and the last thing we need is a premature war" Cytos said "Helios. If Tales gets his hands on one of these rocks maybe we can start our conquest of this galaxy alot earlier than expected. We have little to fear about these foes getting to our Home Galaxy.... so far"

Helios shouted "Meeting dismissed." and as his crew left the bridge for the other areas of the ship he turned towards the window of the ship again, staring into it.

Battle of Solvani III
In order to maximise their coverage the armada spread out to reach the border - over 200 fleets had been dispatched to defend the Divinarium. On the edge of their space a raiding party from the 360th Fleet of Ruin was examining the Solvani system for any signs of the relics. As they searched several hundred ships came into view: Under command of Admiral Usuros was the 220th Imperial Talon Fleet - one of the vanguard for the armada. As the FoR vessels came into view the lead ship - TNSS Colonis, captained by Arnas Volkamen - was contacted by the Zazane general on board.'''

Shindra - I am guessing you are the Draconis, correct? Arnas - ''I am elmidladrus Arnas Volkamen of the Imperial Talon Navy's 220th fleet. Your vessels' signature is unrecognised so identify yourself. Shindra - I am Skorda Shindra Lowik of the Fleet of Ruin's 360th fleet, which belongs under the ownership of the Brood of War.

Unsure what to say next, Arnas turned to her bridge crew. One of them nodded - this was the enemy she and the rest of the armada had been informed of. More confident she turned to return her view on the general.

Arnas - ''Why are you in this system? Our sensors detect recent weapons fire. Shindra - We have been alerted of several objects within this galaxy, and so we search for them. And we have reason to believe that you have claimed one or two for yourself. We demand you tell us more! Arnas - That is Axah-grade classification I cannot tell you. Our duty in this region is to ensure those relics are kept safe. If that means we must fight for our lives then so be it. Shindra - So they are relics? Relics of what kind? Arnas - That is classified! Even if i had clearence I wouldn't be telling you. Shindra - They are classified for a reason! And if you refuse to tell, even out of your own moral code, then they are obviously of importance! We are Zazane, we will not back down like cowards until we discover what relics you have claimed! Arnas - I'm afraid that will have to be the case. Even if i was following my morals I wouldn't be telling you anything. Shindra - Then prepare to face the wrath of the Brood, Elmiladrus Arnas. I hope you have fun trying to fend off our Hetii soldiers...Officer - Captain, we're detecting weapons fire at the planet nearby, unknown energy readings. Arnas - Very well. If that is how you want to approach things. Shindra - I will die before you do battle with Lord Tyraz's fleet! Arsac - Seeking a fight is such an ugly pleasure''

Over the comm the admiral, who had been listening, smiled at Arnas' level of tact. He opened communications with the rest of the fleet, ordering a fierce broadside at the 360th. Meanwhile Shindra ordered for the Hetii shock troops to be deployed through space onto the enemy vessels. The 220th fleet was aware of this development.

Officer - Sensors detecting several minute mass signatures sir. Too slow to be charges Admiral - Deploy all fighters, swat them from the stars.

Hundreds of strike craft were launched to shoot down the incoming Hetii, many wehre hit by turbolasers however some took advantage and fired their weapons at the oncomnig strike craft, killing several pilots in the proces but it was not enough. Some of the soldiers finally reached the hull and after planting and detonating the charges some of the vessels, particularly the TNSS Alamis. The explosion tore the hull plating from two levels, explosing the interior to te vacuum of space. marines sent to combat the attackers sealed theri suits and activated the magnetic pads on their boots. Within the depths of the hull both factions fought, gaining little ground either way

Sergeant - ''Units target bear LivArm. Focus.''

The marines refrained from using plasma grenades in order to keep the ship intact but the hetii pushed through. As the bodies mount up some of the heti resort to using their rifles clubs, which were little match for the combat knives and energised swords usd by the marines. Eventually the Hetii began using the corpses piling up as living shields

Sergeant - You monsters should respect the dead! Hetii - ''We are not like our Zazane masters. We do not see meat shields as dishonourable or immoral. We have no culture as pathetic as that.''

In one section a captain ordered for his men to fall back, closing the door behind him and throwing inside a plasma grenade before it completely shut. As the Hetii looked down the grenade exploded, knocking some out of the air and exposing all to the intense heat and explosive shockwave, turning the corridor into an oven. Arnas plotted for a counterattack - ordering three wings of Gangplank-class cruisers to bombard the ships with boarding pods. The wings flew close and Arnas watched as the pods punched through the shidium hull panels with force. As the pods rested they filled the corridors they entered with clusters of plasma grenades. Once the plasma subsided the marines emerged to secure the ship.

Within the main fleet Tyraz Breek recieved word of the events transpiring

Zealot - Lord Tyraz, we have recieved reports of conflict from the 360th fleet! Tyraz - Conflict? Zealot - From the Imperial Talon Navy! Tyraz - ''Grr...Prepare our ships for war! Deploy the Hetii and Haskar!''

Tyraz was furious at the navy's unexpected arrival. He ordered for the Haskar, space warriors who excelled with a sniper rifle, to be deployed. back on board the Colonis Arnas tried calling for reinforcements from the fllet, contacting Commodre Thanus in vain. Meanwhile back within the main fleet

Vorta - Reports of breaching in several hulls of our ships, Lord Tyraz. Tyraz - ''Get them to reinforce! Time to unleash the Cyrod Hordes!''

On board some of the 360th's vessels Marines, who had been gaining the upper hand, stopped to hear a thundering down the corridor, reaising that the Zazane had released the savage Cyrod they fought to hold the line. They used palsma grenades more liberally inside the FoR vessels. In a deperate move Arnas ordered for the fleet to continue firing on important components of the enemy ships' hulls. Inside the ships the marines were becoming increasingly overwhelmed. Beserkers were eventually seen charging down the hallway, crushing wahtever marines challenged him.

Shadows in the Dark
the 470th marine unit was one of the squads sent to detonate the reactor within the bowels of one of the hips. As they marched through with the 473rd unit the dors close behind them. Sealed inside the 473rd began getting cut down and eventually all that remined was half of the 470th unit - 8 soldiers against an unknown foe. Chanting filled the room and on top of a pile of bodies stood a thin figure, revealing herself under the camoflage was a Jorta Zazane - stealth eexprts and assassins.

Sergeant - Vision: Infra or ultra, Don't let that Alien scum out of your sight

The marines fired their rifles and watched helplessly as the Zazane swidftly dodged them. Those that scraped her armour soften and corroded, pulling off the impacted plates as they melted. Underneath she ware robes and cloth that flowed with her movements.

marine 3 - ''That's a Zazane? They're smaller than I thought... Jorda - *growls* You underestimate the Zazane Sergeant - Take this alien scum down''

The Zazane continued to dodge many of the shots.

Sergeant - Keep still and die with honour! Jorda - ''*growls* Jorda are not known for honour! Why do you think there is only one of me here? Sergeant - Just shut up and die, your horns will make a good trophy for my unit.'' Jorda - You invade my ship and tell me to shut up and die?! I thought males would have more manners than that!''

As she speaks she runs towards the Sergeant and leaps into the air, landing in front of him. As she soars the sergeant draws his longsword

Sergeant - Duty comes first and right now killing you is my duty.

Every swing he made the Jorda simply didged it. First bending backwards for his upward spring, then shifting sideways to avoid his plunge. Swinging herself anroudn the sergeant's body she rested a set of sharp claws on his neck

Sergent - The moment you even nick my neck, and my men blast you until you're nothing but pus! Jorda - Then I guess we are stuck here until reinforcements arrive... Sergent - Nope...

With a subtle movement the marines try to grap her, she simply leaps out of the way; leaping over and kinckingo ne in the chin, biting the head of a second after leaping over his arm, plunges a pair of twin knives in the sides of another and slashing the mouth of another. The Sergeant rolled his eyes before drawing his fusion pistol and fired at her in an attempt to anticipate her moves. he scored a lucky shot on the leg. The Jorda, now numb in the leg, turned to face the Sergeant, who ordered surviving marines to hold her down. he smiled as he heard her heart racing.

Sergent - You're exhausing yourself, your heart is racing... you know what's coming don't you? Jorda - I do not fear the killer, but instead I should compliment him. Sergent - You may not fear the killer, but i know you fear dying, as all creatures do. Jorda - ''*laughs* I do not fear death. All Zazane are expected to die in battle. I am just surprised my time has come so soon. Have I failed the Brood? Sergent - Hm, contemplate that as you take in your last breath''

Pressing the pistol against her cranium, he pulls the trigger and watches as she collpases in a pool of her own blood. On her face was a smile. relieved, the sergeant contacted the fleet "Elmitharis, we cannot win here. Once we return to the pod I request you to hit these wrecks with everything you have." As he was speaking the surviving three marines around him stood in horror, they gawped within the cpatain's presence. As he looked at them he wondered what was going on before a deep, alomost demonic voice echoed behind him

Tanaris - You are not going anywhere...

The sergeant inhaled deeply before slowly turning around. His eyes turned to the stomach of a rather large Zazane, as he looked up he saw the creature's face - towering almost a metre above him was Tanaris - One of Tyraz' most fearful lieutenants. Out of a sense of duty a marine called out and charged. Tanaris simply picked him up by the neck and crushed it, blood everywhere. After holding it for a split second he threw the corpse aside like a ragdoll. The sergeant, both horrified and infuriated, lifted his balde ready to strike the man.

Sergeant - Damnation soldier... If you want to spill blood take mine.'' Tanaris - You are next Sergeant - Let's hope you took whatever sick pleasure you could from his honourless death. It will be the last time...

The sergeant swings his sword in an attempt to cut the Zazane's legs but he just stepped backward and, like the marine before him, was grasped and lifted high into the air. He dropped his sword in an attempt to pull apart the Zazane's grip but it was no good. The two remaining marines fired at Tanaris but the pulses simply reflected off (a rare thing with fusion pulses). Tanaris was seemingly sympathetic, not wanting the sergeant to suffer decided for his death to be quick and painless. The marines gasped, quiestioning what he was.

Tanaris - Niddan Ho, get rid of these pathetic aliens

Emerging from the shadows were Zazane towering over. Dashing towards the two survivng marines. Being all that was left they discharged their rifles, deep down knowing that what they were doing was futile. In their last few minutes they began chanting:

"We fear no enemy, for We are the Pargon's fist. Our might will shake the heavens, our skill is bar none, we are the fist of the Empire. All shall fear our might for we fear none. Drakon protect us as we perform our duties, for in life or death he smiles upon us. In life, in death, the lifefather frees us from pain..."

As they chanted the Nidden Ho knocked them down. On the ground as they uttered the final sencence the warriors fired at point-blank. By the sergeant's corpse was a communicator, Tanaris looked at it before picking it up.

"Whoever is on the end of this line....Your attack has failed."

Beware the Treasures of Dragons
Arnas was listening carefully. She had heard and recorded the marines' chants, the banter between the swuad and the Jaros, the encounter with Tanaris, all of it. She saw it as an oppertunity to prove just how cruel the Zazane were. She gave in to temptation, giaving Tanaris the satisfaction of a response.

Arnas - My crew heard the whole thing... Savages, prepare to meet whatever dark god you worship. All ships open fire! Pound these barbarians with everything you have; Drakon grant us vengence for the fallen!

The 220th fleet fired what they had but it wasn't enough, despite the numerical advantage they had no choice to retreat. As they did they delpoyed dozens of unassuming dark grey cannisters that slowly dirifted towards the 360th. These capsules Peeked Tyraz' interest and he ordered the Hetii to investigate. At the back of his mind something was not right and ordered his warriors to be extremely cautious and he was right ot be. Arnas watched closely as the Hetii examined them, waiting for the right moment. Eventually Tyraz decided to place them in one of the smaller ships, a Kiirith-Class cruser. As they entered the hold the capsules activated, gravity pulses were being emitted form the capsules that warped and compressed anything within a 5km radius of the capsule. Tyraz was furious, falling for such an old and simple trick. he watched in anger as the cruiser fractured and crumpled under the force. Out of rage he contacted Arnas, who we very pleased with herself.

Arnas - I take it you recieved our parting gift. Tyraz - ''Indeed I did. A cowardly act it was Arnas - I prefer to see it as retribution. I heard what vile acts you promote amongst your member cultures so I suppose that makes us even. Tyraz - The Cyrod Hordes and Hetii Swarm. We have allowed them to keep their own culture! Arnas - Under the empire's authority they would have abandoned such vile behaviour. Such acts only promote violent and savage behaviour. Tyraz - Your acts of violence against us called for such action. Arsac - I would never consider responding to murder with cannibalism! The bodies of sapients deserve more respect than that. And next time you had better inform your captains not to stick their snouts in matters that are beyond their understanding. Tyraz - You contacted her first! *He slams his fist in anger* And you murdered her! Arnas - She demanded information that she knew I would never hand over. You may have won over others like that but the Empire does not respond to threats of intimidation! I highly suggest you inform your superiors of what I just said. Tyraz - You are a fool! I am a superior! A member of the Council of the Brood! You speak to one of the few who have complete command over the entire Brood! Arnas - ...Then inform your peers. And consider the captain's death a fair warning - The Empire willl not answer to intimidation or to unreasonable demands. Do I make myself clear? Tyraz - You dare try to intimidate me? Arnas - Of course not, I am not stupid enough to lower myself to a barbarian, I am making just making sure you understand. Tyraz - ''Tell your superiors or peers that the Brood has survived hundreds of thousands of years of despair and war, and that we have erased many a foolish foe from history. You should consider the death of your marines and sergeant a warning not to tangle with Brood forces. Arnas - Don't worry, your message was perfectly clear... Anything else?Tyraz - ''Yes. Thank you for those capsules. Now we have gained another weapon. Arnas - Check your stock: A fusion canister was opened inside once the pulse had run its course; All internal components, of all the capsules, would have melted to unrecogniseable gel by now.''

As arnas said this with a smug look, Tyraz burst into a fit of rage.

Tyraz - Damn it....Grr, then I guess that is all. I hope to meet you on the battlefield... Arnas - We don't like having our weapons fall into the wrong hands. And it owuld be an honour *ends communication* Helmsman, we rejoin the armada.''

As the 220th rejoined the armada Arnas was pleased with herself. Depite the losses she was smug in the fact she managed to iriatate Tyraz into a fury, along with providing him with a few reasons ofr why the empire had survived. She wondered to herself if this would be the last time. Meanwhile on board his flagship, Tyraz wondered about the young captain himself. he seemd almost pleased that he had faced an aenemy that wasn't constantly shouting fdown the comm or replying with simple insults, a woman he would consider a worthy opponent.

Tyraz - ''She is a strong one. It will be an honour when I tear her wretched throat from her neck....''

The ground battle
At the same time as the Brood was fighting Draconis in space, they were also pushing the Divinarium's forces on the planet itself. From the Fleet of Ruin's flagship, Tyraz was overseeing the small world inhabited only by a handful of the miners and workers. However, one of the greatest warriors of the Divinarium was here...

The massive Cyrodi hordes were sent to overrun the planet, led by general Horik Rokl and the master of the Cyrod Horde, Gor'Un'Wa. The air stood still on the world, as it was getting ready for all that bloodshed that would happen on this small mining world. Gor'Un'Wa has detected the movement of the Radeon forces in the distance:

Gor'Un'Wa - ''Skorda Horik, I detect enemy movement from afar.  Horik - Good! I cannot wait to see what those pathetic rat people have in store!''

At the same time, the Divinarium's forces were getting ready. Realising the sheer mass of the enemy armies, the governors of the planet and the commanders of the military were now discussing what will they do now. The small planetary defense force was now bolstered by the arrived Divinarium Battleship led by Admiral Jahric, who has brought some soldiers with him as well. The leader of the PDF, Archon Altharu, has spoken first:

Altharu - ''These forces are massive, and we cannot win. However, what can we do is to hold these blasted Zazane down so they will reach our capital later. We will now arm all the remaining civilians and will sacrifice our lives for the glory of the Divi-''

Altharu was rudely interrupted by Jahric. He seemed to be angry now:

Jahric - ''"Sacrifice our lives for the glory of the Divinarium"? Is it the best idea you can come up with, Archon? Do you care so little for your subjects? What we must do is to evacuate the civilians as quickly as possible and then leave the planet, to warn the Clericarch.'' Altharu - Cowardice! Jahric - ''Not cowardice, but logic. As a supreme Admiral, I therefore take command of this world's PDF. Order all workers and civilians to move to the battleship. Then, we shall buy time for them. I or you may die, but... anyway. Our death is nothing compared to the death of thousands or even millions of the sentient beings which would happen otherwise.''

Altharu was enraged, but Jahric was a superior commander to him, and so he was forced to obey. Immediately, the small population of the world has started to move to the battleship, their last way to salvation. At the same time, however, The Brood has attacked.

Radeon and Fyrvrtha soldiers have entered the trenches and have started to fire at the marching enemies, trying to buy time for the civilians to escape. However, the relentless Holy Scion was not stopping.

Horik - ''Fire your weapons, my loyal warriors! We must keep our ground!''

The Zazane forces have answered the plasma fire with their shidium weaponry as the hordes of Cyrodi have charged towards the Divinarium PDF.

Gor'Un'Wa - ''Devour what you find! If you find anything...."unedible", kill it immediately!''

Radeons have brought the large plasma cannon in the trenches, firing at the warriors of the Brood. However, Zazane soldiers have immediately anwswered by destroying the cannon, causing a large explosion which resulted in the soldiers in trenches being killed or trapped under the dirt. Neverthless, warriors of the Divinarium who managed to escape the destroyed trenches were not giving up. The master of the Cyrod Horde was not pleased with this.

Gor'Un'Wa - ''They attempt to resist?! Bring the Berserkers!''

After these words, a gigantic monster has entered the battlefield herded by the Cyrod warriors, reminiscent of the Cyrodi themselves but larger and more brutal. It has jumped at the Divinarium's soldiers, ripping them in pieces as if they were paper. Enraged by this, Jahric has immediately answered to the beast's mightly blows by jumping at the Berserker's back and firing at his head from the point blank range. The head of the monster exploded immediately and Jahric has jumped back to the battle. Another Cyrodi warrior has tried to overpower Jahric and wrestled with him, but he was immediately stabbed in the heart by the Jahric's chainsword.

Gur'On'Wa - That rat person looks like a promising foe...

Suddenly, using his sword to slash away at enemy soldiers, the Cyrod leader ran into the conflict, fast and agile,. At the same time, warriors of the Brood have engaged in the bloody melee with the Divinarium forces, Cyrodi and their Berserkers charging with their curved wristblades clashing the Radeon bayonets.

Gur'Un'Wa has slashed through the Radeons in order to deal with Jahric personally and has clashed his blades with Jahric, Zautul rifle pointed at him. Jahric has answered by stabbing Gur'Un'Wa with his chainsword, cutting through him. The Cyrod leader has grabbed his wound and fell to his knees.

Cyrodi Warrior - ''The Horde Master is injured! Avenge him! Devour whatever you can find!'' Jahric - ''Everyone, flee to the ships! I will hold them! Remember... my single death means... uh...nothing...''

As the last ship of the fleet has escaped the planet, Jahric fell to the ground lifeless, his body consumed by the ravenous Cyrodi. However, after some moments, his he has vanished in a flash of light, confusing the warriors of the Brood.

Gur'On'Wa - They have escaped? Horik - ''They have fled in their metal boxes? '''The cowards! The fools!''' We... we should follow them. Move to Crepusculum and prepare to the invasion of their blasted capital...''

---

Jahric has found himself in a black room lit by the white lights. Where was he? Was it afterlife? What fate has he deserved for his deeds? He was confused and scared. Suddenly, a door has opened, with a Radeon woman entering the room. Was she a Messenger? After a moment, Jahric has realised who was this woman, however...

Jahric - ''Geroniel? Honey?'' Geroniel - That's right, honey. We have recovered your body and healed it back to activity... generally. You will get used to these cybernetics, I assume.'' Jahric - ''Good. Now, tell the Clericarch! The Zazane are going to invade Crepusculum! They-''

As Geroniel and Jahric looked to the window, they have noticed the Fleet of Ruin landing on the Radeon capital, laying waste with the Shidium lasers.

Geroniel - It seems that you are too late...

--- Br'klakkon was pleased with the results of his plans. Now, the Divinarium and Draconis were busy fighting the new foe, and he was now able to retrieve the artifacts without interruption. The Lorons have landed on the planet where another artifact was located as their Tekkas were unearthing it. Br'klakkon has walked to the position of the relic and felt joy. The puzzle box was opening. The artifacts were revealing their secrets.

As he came close to the artifact, however, it has started to glow with the white light. Suddenly, the ground has started to shake as the eldritch machines have started to pop out of it, gleaming white in contrast to the ground where they came from. Cold and emotionless, they have uttered one sentence together:

Inheritance Robot - The Artifacts must be protected.

With these words, the machines have fired the blue bolts of light at the Lorons, turning them into nothing but skeletons. One by one, the warriors of the Legion fell to the ground as the remaining ones escaped the planet quickly in fear. Worst of all, Br'klakkon has felt as his elemental powers were weakening as the machines attacked. In an attempt to escape, he concentrated all his powers to teleport from the planet.

Br'klakkon was angry. Someone was protecting the artifacts, and he wanted to know who.

Battle of Crepusculum
The fleet of ruin was relentless in its approach and now they had reached the very heart of the Divinarium - Crepusculum. As they emerged in orbit admiral Jahric, fully recovered from his ordeal commanded the orbiting fleet and PDF. He watched as the fbrood's guns tore the crystal spires of the homeworld apart, shattering and crumbling. Smiling with eagerness, Tyraz ordered for the full deployment of ground forces before shortly joining them himself, eager to face the Clericarch in battle. He drew his firesword shortly before charging into the ranks of Del'Ar soldiers who had gathered for the defence of the planetary capital. "Members of the Brood of War, show no mercy! Eradicate them all!" He cried as he led his warriors into the fray.

"Do not fight them in melee! Run! Fyrvrtha, engage the Zazane!" Jahric knew full-well the Deal'Ar Radeon were no match and called for them to withdraw, ordering the Frvyrtha warriors to the fray instead. ''You may be strong, but the Messengers and Spode are with us, and we shall prevail! For the Divinarium!''

Meanwhile, above the planet another fleet arrived, hundreds of vessels of the Draconis Empire had finally reached the planet and proceeded to fire a withering volley at the Brood's warships. At the head of the Armada was the Battlemaster-class TNSS Dominax, 's personal flagship. Upon his arrival he swiftly contacted the Admiral.

Larnus - ''Admiral Jahric, this is Lord Admiral Larnus Vontarion. We are at your service'' Jahric - ''Excellent. We shall deal with their military forces on the ground while you shall take care of the fleet.'' Larnus nodded before closing communication ''Understood. By the way we hav a passenger who would like to speak with your Clericarch personally.''

Deep in the bowels of the Dominax Uriel was making his way to the shuttle with the intent to talk with Iovera. Accompanying him was Asac, high inquisitor of the Cult of Drakon.

Arsac - You had better know what you are doing your majesty. Uriel - ''Trust me, the sooner we sort everything out the better. What of you?'' Arsac - I want that savage's head...

In battle Tyraz was a deadly force "Fools! Try to stop me?" their armour outmached for the Xhodocto warblade and outmaneuvered by his ease of teleportation. One of the Dei'Ar was desperate enough to order the singularity catapults to fire. However Tyraz simply teleported out of the way, along with kicking some of the Dei'Ar into the paths of each pulse for good measure. His desire for battle against Iovera only intensified with each step. Outside a shuttle carrying Arsac and four other inquisitors flew into view. As Tyraz entered the central chamber Arsac leapt from an opening, landing right behind the warlord.

Arsac - Not so fast brute!

Tyraz stalled upon hearing the Inquisitor. Tyuring around he quickly grasped her neck and muttered "Not a smart move...." before throwing her with great strength. Her body flies several metres before rolling against a wall. As she settles the other inquisitors join her, one of them helping her up while the others stand defensively around Tyraz. As she stood up Iovera entered the room, glaring angrily at Tyraz for the intrusion.

Iovera - ''Who is that Zazane? Call yourself, call your name so I could know who was that fool who dared to attack the Spode's Finest! Tyraz - Councillor Tyraz Breek of the Brood of War!''

Tyraz proceeds to swing his balde in a circular motion, slicing through the barriers and faces of two of the inquisitors with ease.

Iovera - Then cower, Councilor, as you will see the darkest horrors of your future days!

Tyraz' mind was overcome with distorted images, as they became clearer what they saw confused both of them. Flashing in their minds were images of Iovera and Tyraz kissing while Kamavera and Belokryl play around them Both Iovera and Tyraz stumbled in confusion, Arsac meanwhile was oblivious. Tyraz clutches his head in his hands, ovrecome with the horrors of what he saw.

Tyraz - What trickery was that! Iovera - ...I... do not understand... Anyway, you shall fall!

Arsac, oblivious to what has happened simply accepts 'something' happened and whatever it was, it was effective. Desperate, Iovera uses telekenesis to throw Tyraz at a wall. This only made Tyraz angerier, raring with rage and inching towards her

Tyraz - You...Will not....Win.... Arsac - Hold your ground inquisitors, they deserve the right of single combat.

Iovera continues her assault, while Arsac orders her inquisitors with and signals to encircle the pair.

Tyraz - Haha...You think I am s-scared to die? He roars before plunging his sword into the ground, a shockwave permeates as a shockwave resonates and cracks the floor in an attempt to make Iovera fall over. Tyraz stands up, walking over to her.

Tyraz - Your pathetic attempt to torture me has failed. Iovera - What you do not know is that I hold power beyond your imagination...

Iovera seems to fade into an incorpoeral form, her robes collapse onto the floor as she fades to a deep purple, her eyes shine with an ethereal purple light as she becomes a living shadow. Her voice resonates throught the minds of everyone in the room as she is surrounded by wrappings of pure darkness, her voice shifts from a femenine tone to something confident, echoing in an unearthly tone.

Iovera - ''Bow before Iover of the ... ISIO'...NAR!''

Arsac, a woman who had been fighting cultists for centureis stood and gaped in horror, frozen in place as Iovera's cries echo in her mind, there would only one thing she could say "You. Have. Got. To Be .Decieving. Me!". Tyraz growls and responds with a roar of defiance

Tyraz - I bow before nobody!

His skin begins to shift from a dark crimson to a molten red as his veins glow with a superhot yellow, his wings considreably expand in size as his body explodes to resemble a living magma, suddenly towering above those around him. His eyes shine with an invernal white light as his body leaks with a mysterious black energy. The energy from his firesword, once a deep red now burns with a demonic black flame. He struggled in pain as Iovera did what she could to reverse it, but it was no good. As he grew he spoke with a deep, demonic voice "I FEAR NOT THE ISIO'NAR!"

Quickly realising they were the only mortals in the room, the Inquisition operatives looked in horror at what they faced. In the hundreds of millenia of the Inquisition's history they had always prevented attempts at descention

Inquisitor -Mistress, which one are we supposed to denounce? Arsac - ''I have no idea... *OPens acomm channel with Uriel* Uriel... you had better get here NOW!'' Uriel - Something beyond your abilities? *The sound of gunfire can be heard on his end as the battle rages* As a matter of fact ... yes'' Uriel... What? Arsac - ''If i told you, you would not believe me. Just pull out and bring some of those dragons with you!'' Uriel - *Sighs* On my way.''

In an effort to end her attack, Tyraz charged at her, their energies clashing and sending a shockwave that shattered the chamber's windows. Iovera teleports out of the room, leaving Tyraz alone with the inquisitors.

"ENOUGH OF THIS!!" Tyraz cries out before picking up Inquisitor Kalus and throwing him across the room. The strength of the throw caused the inquisitor's body to explode as it hit a wall. Despite this burst of rage Tyraz was still furious. "I DEMAND WE SETTLE THIS...". Tyraz gazed down at Arsac, overcoming her fear she readied herself for whatever he planned to throw at her. Iovera suddenly appeared behind him and he turned to face her.

Tyraz - I FEAR NOT YOU OR ANY OF YOUR ALLIES...I DEMAND WE SETTLE THIS, WITCH..... Iovera - ''Settle? I suggest we cooperate''

Both Iovera and Tyraz transform back, their outfits returning to them. Arsac was bewildered; she had noticed the phenomenal auras both of them had but what she had not realised they were ascended beings.

Tyraz - We could...But what would we gain? Iovera - Are you there for the artifacts?

Arsac regained her composure, muttering to herself that under her authority they both should be executed fow the power they held. The surviving inquisitor walked over to herbut she was in barely any mood for pleasantries.

Inquisitor - Mistress are you alrigh- Arsac - ''Get the hell away from me! You saw what they became, what they did to brother Kalus! They dserve nothing less than to be condemned.''

In an act of rage she aims and primes her fusion pistol at Tyraz, who turns around glaring.

Arsac - ''The relics are too dangerous to be used by anyone. I don't care what they are!'' Tyraz - ''Liar! If you think that, why do you claim them for yourselves?'' Arsac - ''We claim them so no-one else will find them. Why do you think they were buried underground on remote worlds?'' Tyraz - If you think they are so dangerous, why not destroy them? Iovera - ''I am aware of the power. This power should not be used by the unbound minds like that of Lorons or Wentals.'' Arsac - ''We don't know what they'll do. They could be out-of-phase, they could destroy the surroundings.'' Tyraz - ''We are not unbound. We could use them against such races.'' Arsac - ''No-one uses the artifacts so long as I live! As long as there is a single draconis that breathes!'' Tyraz - ''Do not challenge me. Zazane have wiped out races before, we can do it again!'' Arsac - If I have to execute both of you to ensure this I...

She is interrupted as Uriel, accompanied by seven Blood Dragons enters the room. Clad in his gilded armour, he enters with a stern look on his face and was still sore against Iovera for what her fleets had done and completely unaware of the battle that had previously ensued.

Uriel - I apologise for the delay. Arsac - Your arrogance sickens me, you do not deserve the power you wield! Tyraz - ''Foolish creature. You believe you can execute me? The rat queen here knows that both of you are incapable of doing so...'' Uriel - ''Inquisitor stand down! Can someone enlighten me as to what is going on?'' Tyraz - I, Tyraz Breek of the Brood of War, am trying to discuss with the rat queen... Arsac - ''Paragon, your 'ally' the Clericarch is a demon along with this savage who stands with her. You are treading a dangerous line siding with them...'' Tyraz -  You dare call me a demon? Arsac - ''I watched them unveil their true forms before my very eyes! We should not be consorting with demons your majesty. *Turns to Tyraz* You are a malignant being of extreme power, a demon in every sense of the word!'' Tyraz - ''I think that you, here, are the antagonist! *steps closer to Arsac* You dare call me malignant? You have not witnessed my step-brother!'' Uriel - *clears his throat* The High Inquisitor is presenting a very extreme accusation.

Uriel looked about the room; the windows were shattered, the fllor was cracked ans broken and the bodies of two inquisitors lay on the floor while the remains of another stained a disstant wall.

Uriel - What caused this? Arsac - ''Inquisitors Asalia and Thaurne were cut by the Zazane's blade, Kalus was... thrown across the room by the same Zazane. He was helpless...'' Tyraz - *teleports to Arsac* You called them in to attack me....Their deaths were your doing.... Arsac - ''I was doing my duty for Drakon and for the empire. You sought to spill the blood of the cleriarch and I could not allow that. But kalus did not have to die in such a dishnonourable way!'' Tyraz - ''Have I yet spilled the Clericarch's blood? Your Inquisitors approached me at your order! Stupid creature! *pushes Arsac back into a wall*'' Iovera - ''Gentlemen, I assume that violence and discussion is not the only option in this discussion. We should cooperate.'' Uriel - ''Agreed. But Arsac's duty involves prevention, that was all she was doing.'' Tyraz - ''*turns to Iovera and teleports over* What did you have in mind, Mistress....I haven't caught your name. What shall I call you by?'' Iovera - Clericarch Iovera of the Divinarium. Tyraz - ''Alright, Mistress Iovera. What did you have in mind?'' Iovera - ''Thing is that Lorons and Masuri's Wental loyalists are planning to get the artifacts. Giving that Lorons are, well, Lorons and Masuri as a xenocidal maniac, we should not allow the artifacts to fall in their hands.'' Tyraz - Loron.....Agh.....I say that we kill these foolish Draconis so the Brood has a path to the Artefacts! Uriel - ''The artifacts we have found are currently held on an unmarked world. If you do that a few of the artifacts could be lost forever. That and i don't think many of my people are keen on extinction.'' Iovera - Agreed. Tyraz - ''...Fine. *grabs his Firesword* You make a good point... However....The Brood will obtain the Artefacts nonetheless.'' Arsac - *Pulls out her fusion psitol* I suggest you call your drone off *Fires at the Fetii* Tyraz - *looks at the Hetii and growls* Go and get back to the Swarm! Arsac - ''*holsters her pistol* Better. The empire is the only entity here who wants to ensure these artifacts are not used against the other races. How can we trust either of you?'' Iovera - ''...The Divinarium will... uh... protect the relics.'' Tyraz - ''The Brood will....Umm....help...protect them.... Perhaps you could even give us one for safe keeping....''
 * As they speak, a Hetii Swarm warrior flies onto the windowledge and prepares his gun before firing at the remaining Inquisitor*

Arsac was not convinced by either of their words, she glared at both of them making her opinion known. True to her occupation she was a paranoid sort, expecting deceit should either of them 'help'.

Uriel - ''Arsac you have no authority in this discussion. What about storing the relics on a neutral world?'' Iovera - For Lorons to take? Tyraz - ''A neutral world? Sounds vulnerable! Exactly! A Brood world, such as Riveliata, would be the perfect place to hold these relics!'' Uriel - It will be defended but what we could do is ensure records of such a world remain erased. Tyraz - ''It would not matter to Loron. They do not consider records as important. They would find it anyway!'' Uriel - ''It would still make the world harder to find. We're talking one in a trillion stars.'' Iovera - ''At the same time, gentlemen, you would like to see this video... Direct your eyes upon holopict.''

Iovera activated a projector, showing footage recovered after the battle of Solvani III. It showed Loron soldiers recovering the relic from the world. Glistening white robots rose from the earth, their shots reducing the Loron present to skeletons. Everyone was stunned by the footage.

Hachiman> Tyraz - ''What are those?  Uriel - That's more defence than at other sites we have encountered.'' Iovera - ''I do not know. We must be way of... THESE beings. Now, look at the transmission my astropaths have found.'' Tyraz - We could clear those robots by attacking the planet with our Shidium weapons...'' ??? - ''Transmission: Imperious doklarade. Doklarade ms'garon ventrilo. Art'faktara i'larion gvardeo. Art'faktara i'larion gvardeo. Art'faktara finikaro drazh omnio vitri Ardenta! Art'faktara finikaro drazh omnio vitri Andromeda! Art'faktara zlobeni! Art'faktara zaary finikaro! ART'FAKTARA ZAARY FINIKARO! Eviling nekromanto vitri art'faktara! Eviling nekromanto vitri Elda! EVILING VLADONAAR NEKROMANTO! EVILING VLADONAAR NEKROMANTO!'' Tyraz - I did not understand.... Iovera - ''Apalos machines have translated parts of this message. It seems that is the warning. A warning that artifacts shall be protected by... someone.'' Uriel - ''That language escapes me... Empire... Andromeda?'' Iovera - ''Unknown language. Although reminiscent of Radessic but... Still, untranslateable.'' Tyraz - ''This someone should learn not to tangle with the Brood of War! If it is old, then obviously they will have no chance against Shidium weaponry!'' Iovera - ''Shidium? Look at this... Direct your eyes to the holopict, again. Uriel - ''We can't be certain. For all we know they could be very ancient, perhaps as old as the galaxy.'' Tyraz - ''Hmmm....Those machines could be a problem. We should use the Artefacts we have against them!'' Uriel - ''How do we know that won't make things worse? If these come from the same race they could ahve designed a counter to their own weapons.''

The bickering quickly stops as Iovera shows a different piece of footage. an image can be seen of a huge, mosterous Loron'Kikra trying to fire at the robot with a Propa Big Blasta, resulting in nothing but a small dent in the robot's hull which is swiftly healed, as though it were never hit. Arsac herself seemed to smile; for the past month the Zazane had been shouting to everyone that they fear nothing and yet thanks to her training she could tell from his aura, voice and body language: He was afraid.

Tyraz - *steps back* Whoa.... Iovera - Shidium won't help there. Tyraz - ''*coughs* Ahem...Excuse me for that. I show no fear of these things! *trembles slightly*'' Uriel - ''Do we know what triggered their emergence? Lorons don't appear very clever.'' Iovera - Nothing but walking into the artifact. Tyraz - ''You will be surprised Uriel. Loron are very intelligent creatures....They just process slower.'' Iovera - Anyway, we must find a way to deal with THESE MACHINES and Lorons at the same time. Tyraz - *trembles more as he watches the holopict again* They certainly look tough... Arsac - *Mutters* Finally, something even a demon is afraid of... Uriel - ''If those machines activate when the relics are used then... *lowers his head as he remembers about the hidden research facility* Oh Drakon preserve them...'' Tyraz - *steps slightly closer to Iovera* W-What is your p-plan....? Iovera - Do I look like I *know*? Tyraz - ''You claim you are Isio'Nar! You should know!'' Iovera - ''I can try to observe the timelines... Hope I will not see us kissing again...'' yraz - ''Hmm? Excuse me?''

Both Arsac and Uriel were shocked at the idea of Tyraz and Iovera kissing. Tyraz himself blushes black before shaking his head trying to shake the thought from his head.

Iovera - ''It is better for us to find where these machines come from. I feel like they could be negotiated.'' Tyraz - ''Negotiate with machines? They are soulless!'' Arsac - ''Agreed. They might have only been programmed for one purpose.'' Iovera - ''You do not underrstand... I have tried to communicate with these machines, and I feel that at least one of them had some... mind. It looks like they have some goal they are wishing to achieve for some reason.'' Tyraz - ''We should destroy them! I will not negotiate with machines! It is preposterous!'' Iovera - ''Ahem. Should I repeat this holopic again?'' Tyraz - *growls but then looks down* You are right... Iovera - ''Worst of all, these machines seem to have ability to nullify the Essence. It should be something dangerous. Tyraz - Nullify Essence? This is madness!.....*steps closer to Iovera* How do you propose we....I mean, you negotiate with them?'' Uriel - She will not be alone. Arsac - Uriel... Uriel - Enough! Iovera - ''Wait... I feel like we are watched.'' Tyraz - ''Hmm? *looks around* Possibly a Hetii...''

An ethereal bolt of blue kighting pierces the ceiling, as it collapses the Dragons point their rifles upward unsure what to expect. As blocks tumble both Uriel and Iovera become endangered as chunks of the ceiling fall towards them. Tyraz jumps to save Iovera while a Blood Dragon leaps to save Uriel's life, the block narrowly missing his tail. Tyraz was not so fortunate as a large block landed on him. Dei'Ar warriors enter the room as a voice echoes before phasing out: "Artifacts shall not be taken by the younglings."

Arsac - ''Can someone tell me what in the void's name that was? * Sees the Dei'Ar* Hold your ground everything has been settled."''

Tyraz struggles to lift himself out of the rocks, calling for help. Uriel gestures for the Blood Dragons to help him but he was more concerned with making sure Iovrea was okay than thanking the draconis who saved him from the rubble. Tyraz help her up and brushes some dust from her arm.

Tyraz - Clericarch, are you okay? Iovera - ''...Uh, yes. I assume.'' Tyraz - *helps her up and brushes dust off her arm* Iovera - ''Uh... thanks... you, uh, unbeliever... *eyes of Iovera has started to glow pink slightly*'' Tyraz - *Notices and blushes black* N-No problem...C-Clericharch....*steps back a little* Iovera - ''Yes. So, we shall cooperate for now?'' Uriel - *Arsac helps him stand up up* So it would seem. Tyraz - ''We shall. However, the Brood will not do negotiating. We will be on call if you need us. That is....f-for attacking.'' Iovera - ...y-yes. Tyraz - ''*smiles slightly and blushes black* S-So, what now? I assume that my ships.....Oh SHYRAK!! *He pulls out and speaks into his communicator* Ships of the Fleet of Ruin, stop the attack!'' Iovera - We shall now try to find a way to prevent the Lorons from taking the artifacts. Uriel - ''*Opens communication* Larnus, the opposing fleet has agreed to stand down. Inform all units to cease fire.''

In space and on the ground the fleets halt their fire and invading Brood warriors and Draconis marines return to their ships.

Aftermath - Aboard the Dominix
Arsac was still shaken from her ordeal, as soon as she returned on board she transferred what she had recorded with her eye to Uriel's quarters before seeking quiet contemplation in the cargo bay. After the discussion the Armada had decided to send some supplies down to help the rebuilding efforts and it was a few hours before they left orbit.

Uriel was shocked at the footage. He watched as Tyraz and Iovera shed their true forms, he watched in horro picked up and threw the inquisitor without hesitation. After watching it for a third time and checking for any eerrors before slumping in contemplation away from the screen. He muttered his thoughts, unsure what to think. "She was right. Both sides are being led by gods, how are we supposed to fight back... Can i truly trust the Clericarch?" His train of thoughts were broken as Larnus entered, Uriel had the same depressed look on him that he had back in the palace.

Larnus - Damnation Uriel, are you going to spend this entire war sulking? Uriel - ''Look at the recording. If Arsac had conformed after losing her eye I might never have seen that...''

Larnus walks over to the screen, watching with dismay at the footage.

Larnus - Remind me, you're siding with the purple one right? Uriel - ''I don't even know anymore. I'm starting to woander if we're the only ones who know these relics are dangerous. But whoever designed those machines was thinking along the right lines.'' Larnus - ''You shouldn't sulk, i'm sure she had a very good reason for hiding a secret like that. Can you imagine how many would fear her?'' Uriel - Both of them are gods, the Wental are a race of machines, are the only -normal- cultures in this galaxy part of our empire? Larnus - Define normal... Uriel - ''One side is a race of machines, the other two are led by ascended beings. As far as I know the game of chance been quiet for us.'' Larnus - What about the Coalition? Uriel - ''...I've heard some horrible thnigs about their parent race. I can't turn my back on her, not when things have come this far!'' Larnus - ''Are you... Infatuated with a MAMMAL?'' Uriel - I love my darling Alensia, my dynasty coninues thanks to her and I couldn't love anyone else. From what I saw the Clericarch might have other lovers on her mind anyway.'' Larnus - ''Well then, I'll leave you to contemplate, we will be hunting for Loron in the meantime. Just.. Try to be a bit more proactive in the effort okay, the marines want a paragon who gives them confidence.''

The Dragon Ponders
Tyraz sat on the personalized seat that was located on the Ghost of the Warrior. The Councilor wondred about the whole battle. What were those machines? Why do the Draconis bother to try and stop him? But more importantly, what about the image that Iovera showed him. The one where he and her was kissing while two, strange looking children played around them.

Tyraz - That couldn't be my future.....Could it?

His sharp claws began to dig into the chair's arms. Tyraz growled, but then heard footsteps behind him.

Tanaris - Lord Tyraz, why are you in such a state of panic?

Tyraz jumped a little. A first for him. He stood up and looked up at the huge Zazane.

Tyraz - Tanaris, please. Do not jump me like that... Tanaris - I apologize, my Lord. However, why are you in such a state? Tyraz - I do not know why, Tanaris....I am feeling rather not quite like myself at the moment.

At this point, Tyraz's voice became softer. He picked up a skull, which was relatively new by the looks of it, and sniffed it. To Zazane, the scent of skulls were like flowers. Tyraz sighed, and Tanaris grunted before walking off. Tyraz sat back in his chair, holding the scented skull. He thought more and more about the Clericarch.

Tyraz - Why would she show me such....images?

Now that he finally had some alone time, he sniffed the skull again as he watched as his Fleet were starting to travel away from Crepusculum. Tyraz sighed, a feeling near his heart appeared. It is not very often Zazane get this feeling. It was a feeling of longing. He started to daze off, before suddenly realizing and slamming the skulls against his mighty horns. He let out a growl.

Tyraz - Those wretched machines! They will not make me weak!

He tried telling himself it was the sudden attack of the machines that was turning him vulnerable. Although, he blinked. No use trying to lie to himself. Deceit was not his style. He sat down and began to think again.

Tyraz - Why do I long to see that witch so much?!

He slammed his fist against the chair arm. He snarled. Tyraz was not use to this feeling of longing yet. He has not felt this since when he was a youngling...

Tyraz - Curse that wretched vermin! She has laid a curse on me!

Again he tried to lie to himself. And then, footsteps. He smiled and his eyes widened. He spun round.

Tyraz - Mistress Iovera?!

But to his disappointment, it was only Horde Master Kra'Lo'Kan. He sighed and growled quietly.

Tyraz - What do you want? Kra'Lo'Kan - You like her....don't you? Tyraz - What? What are you talking about?! Kra'Lo'Kan - Do not act a fool, Great Leader...I may be Cyrod, but I know the urge to mate when I smell it...

Cyrod would release pheromones when ready to breed, and obviously Kra'Lo'Kan was a more intelligent member of the race. He knew how to tell a person's feelings just by the look on their face.

Tyraz - ....I am not sure. I am confused, Horde Master! She showed me images of me...and her....Rytikor..... Kra'Lo'Kan - She was nudging you? Tyraz - No...she was within my personal space....*shudders* And she...had her face on mine.... Kra'Lo'Kan - *chuckles* Ahh....you mean that ritual...It is foreign to both you and I, Great Leader....But those hominid people will do it to show affection... Tyraz - She knows about how hominid people show affection? Kra'Lo'Kan - It is possible....She may even prefer that ritual! And if she is showing you images of you and her...

Tyraz felt sickened. He could not imagine anybody getting that close into his personal space outside of battle, let alone somebody else's face on his. He gagged.

Kra'Lo'Kan - Great Leader...The Rat Queen may show signs of affection towards you... Tyraz - Do not be ridiculous! She is a religious fanatical leader! Kra'Lo'Kan - And you are a powerful warrior king! She is obviously attracted.... Tyraz - Enough of this! Get back to your Horde, now!

The Horde Master did as he was commanded. Tyraz panted angrily, his tail swishing side to side. Then, he started to slow. He banished the bizarre thoughts from his head, and focussed on the currengt problem at hand: The machines.