Fiction:Second Tigris War/Antropog Arc

This story arc will narrate the war from The Inog High Monk Antropog and the path he has taken to defeat his enemies.

There was no Hope...
The Allied forces lied scattered across the sector after making blind jumps in order to escape, the Inog had retreated as well. The Nigtrion tribes sought to return to their occupied homeworld and defend it to the last warrior.

Antropog was sitting on the floor of his own ready room, he looked completely worried, no one of his warriors of close friends will approach him in this time of great conflict. Antropog's mind was filled with the words of the Vaalaa, he had trusted them with all his being, all his might.

He felt betrayed, he felt... enraged.

His thoughts were so deep, so strong, they had to come out, they were impossible to control. He was an Inog, it was on his nature.

"YOU BETRAYED ME!" yelled. He felt relieved by his sudden honesty.

A more comforting and warm feeling started to appear, he was calming down, the yell was followed by a sarcastic, sadistic and joyful laugh. Antropog expression was erratic, filled with fear, joy and anger, it was a indescribable scene, a horrible scene. The objects around him were trembling erratic, moving from one side to another, floating. There was no cohesion in the Inog thoughts right now, only chaos, disorder.

Yes... Chaos, that was the fundament of all Inog, what created the Inog in the first place.

The Galaxy was on chaos, Civa Prime was in chaos, the Nigtrions, the so called allies... Everything was in Chaos! There was no hope for order! "Foolish! Foolish Inog!" he yelled to himself.

Yes! That surely felt good!

"YES!" he yelled again, his face expressing the same thing. His head turned upwards, he was trancing, almost loosing balance from his feet. His head was turning around in circles.

He was meditating. In chaos he had found the path.

Antropog's eyes regained their common appearance, his head once again was on its place, standing above his body. He had a plan, he had an idea, there was still a way to defeat his powerful foe. He regained composure, and walked towards the transporter that would take him to his bridge. In an instant, he was in front of his seat. Few mutagenic species were doing repairs to the ship. He ignored them, he sat on the chair, and regained control of his ship.

Suddenly the great cruiser started to move again, out of hibernation. The ships escorting his started to move in formation with its leader. The fleet was ready, it was always ready, the Inog were warriors, they were ready to die for him. For Antropog.

Ready to die, whatever that meant.

"All ships, we are to depart to Civa Prime and meet with the Nigtrion remaining forces." he said, "I will deploy a distress signal codified so that only Inog can break and decipher, it will carry orders for all the scattering Inog ships to rendevouz with us."

As the vortex opened yet again, a new Antropog was born, one that remained cold, but now broken, and determined to defeat... no, terminate those who humiliated him in battle.