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Kradik's Plan
Hopefully part of the Second Cyrannian War, must ask the dudes in charge if this is ok. Kradik awaited in his personal quarters on the planet Zarbania. To say it was his personal quaters was a slight overstatement. It was merely a large cavern he had found while exploring the planet, and turned into a little bunker to stay in while planning his next moves. And right now, he had a big move in the works. One that had taken centruies to cultimate, but recent events had helped push along.

The gigantic cavern had a slight platform in front of the 50 meter tall monstrosity, where beings could come in through a specially guarded door, and face him, right before he ended them. The automated door opened as a large, Dragon like figure stepped forward.

Seemingly crafted from darkness it self, Gridlock had been a close comrade and ally of Kradik's since the Bygorain joined The Zarbania Powers, and the 2 had enjoyed the spoils of war together, including weapons, treasure and glory. The Zarbanian High Lord tucked his wings in as he stepped through the door on all fours, then stood up again.


 * Gridlock - You rang?
 * Kradik - Yes, old friend, I have been watching events in my Old home galaxy for a long time now, and I have a request for the other Highlords and High Command.
 * Gridlock - Would this have to do with certain mean empires fighting other mean empires?
 * Kradik - But of course.

Gridlock's eyes, while hidden behind his advanced combat helmet, where still slightly visible thanks to their natural red glow. And they where glazed over with the thoughts of conquest and expanding his brain child further and further out.


 * Gridlock - You have plan to get in there? The locals do not take kindly to invaders in their space, especially not ones who once identified as mercenaries.
 * Kradik - *snarls* I always have a plan.
 * Gridlock - *Standing up straight and flexing his talons* Calm down. I am just making sure this goes over ok. These conflicts that are gearing up could make us the true hyper power we have always dreamed of, or could ruin us.
 * Kradik - Understandable. But our situation is made all the more dire by your Alliance with the Imperium of War.
 * Gridlock - *Growling like an animal* I had no choice in the matter. My father insisted they could play apart in his Great Plan, and they could've wiped us out back then.
 * Kradik - *With a hungry glint in his eye* ...And now?
 * Gridlock - One thing at a time. I have other projects to work on, and as long as the Imperium helps us in where ever we are fighting, their empire, shall remain intact.

Kradik shifted slightly, causing the ground to shake. He had been dragged into 2 conflicts with the Imperium already, dying once, and almost dying another. He did not really enjoy the feeling of dying. Plus the Imperium had no class. Eternal war? What sort of barbarian enjoys sending their kinsmen and their kinsmens' children off to die?


 * Kradik - Back on the subject at hand, My plan all begins with the reunification and absorption of my race into the Powers.
 * Gridlock - One can never have enough territory and warriors.
 * Kradik - I have 2 choices with the leaders of Bygorian Imperium and Primal Movement. I can either execute them, or allow them to retain leadership of the people.
 * Gridlock - keeping two of them alive, won't that create...errr, gridlock?
 * Kradik - Right. One's gonna have to go, but the case is difficult to decide.
 * Gridlock - Is this all then?
 * Kradik - Yes, once my people are united, I'll start making moves across the galaxy and find potential allies to use against the Empire.
 * Gridlock - *Shakes his head* you really don't like the empire, do you?
 * Kradik - I have no evidence, but they seem like the type that are into infiltrating and destroying your race from the inside. I do not trust them or their oily politicians, and they could potentially trouble my people like they have with thousands of others.
 * Gridlock - I need more solid grounds to launch an invasion then your gut feelings. No matter how big your gut is.

Kradik ignored the jib and snorted, while directing Gridlock's attention to a holo-emitter. On it was a replay of the events that had happened at Station Halycron.


 * Kradik - After the terrorist attack on Station Halycron, the various members of the Civilization split on themselves, as various witnessing empire began to choose sides. My plan is simply to tack blame on the Galactic Empire, or side with the Civilization members they are belligerent towards, and work from there.
 * Gridlock - *Scratches his chin* A most worthy plan for our great Order, Kradik. What will you need?
 * Kradik - I have the list right here.

On the same holo emitter, and with the press of a button, he produced a list of ship numbers, troop numbers, and captains he wanted in command of his invasion effort.


 * Gridlock - *Nods slightly* Such should be workable. Shall I send any of our reservists? Possible the Teurontuc Order or the C'servoid?
 * Kradik - No. Especially not those genocidal knights. I want to be as nice as possible when going to war, not have a bunch of rapacious knights butchering heretics like crazy. I need to maintain loyalty and obedience in my troops, as well as respect from the populations that I shall conquer.
 * Gridlock - Alright, High Command should accept these measures. I'm certain after some pointless bickering they'll come through.
 * Kradik - *Chuckles* They always do.

Gridlock saluted his comrade, as the gigantic beast returned the salute, and ventured the dragon towards the surface to call High Command together.

Kradik smiled to himself, as his aide came closer from the shadows. He would enjoy this. Every minute of conquest. True conquest. The defeat of his foes, the occupation of new territory for his empire and to become Emperor of his people once more. And the Imperium of War could not possibly slow him down.


 * Kradik - Soon, Another galaxy shall become my trophy.

The Being who left the Bygorians a broken warrior and exile, would return as a king.

The race that had been left behind compared to the rest of the galaxy, would become among it's most feared warriors. Then, all the universe would shudder at the very mention of his name.

Resurrecting the Past
Gridlock sat on his throne within the Hold Palace of Zarbania, with his pet Dvottie beside him. Surrounding him where his elite warriors, the Sombra Corpus guardsmen. The ornate palace's gothic columns and stained class windows help set it apart from the other large buildings in Zarbania. It had been perfectly designed, and was made to impress Ouzladers that visited the Zarbanian capital. While beautiful by all accounts, it was also meant to inspire dread in enemies, with it's dark statues and it's elite guards.

His throne appeared like a dark and twisted claw, rising from the earth to hold him at his will. Making his way towards the dragon-like emperor, was a Duetzalanian scientist, a member of Science Command who reported to the ruler daily.


 * Science Commander - My lord, we await your presence.
 * Gridlock - *Standing up* Of course. Go ahead, I shall be there in no less then 10 seconds.

The Science Commander nodded and made his way to the speeder out front. While he questioned how Gridlock could get there so fast, no uttered a word of such questions. When their High Lord said he would do something, he would do it, usually for the betterment of his people.

Gridlock meanwhile, made his way to his personal quarters, and, with a snap of his fingers, teleported elsewhere.

The lab he now stood in was entirely unknown to all of Zarbania. While no citizen raised a voice as to what it was, people had ideas that they often traded with each other on data net and over a drink at the taverns.

The lab was dark grey, and tacked to it's walls where banners with the symbol of Zarbania on it. The hall was filled with automated turrets that shot un-authorized personnel, and held a security log-in once one reached that would alert security forces of an attempt to hack in.

Gridlock walked to the pad and typed in the code. The system also held in place anti-teleportation and essence modules, preventing anyone from bypassing the door.

Waiting before him where some of the best minds within the Powers, and one other being. He was exceptionally tall, but quite thin, and had a metallic look to him. His armored body was a sickly green and black trim, and his orange eyes blazed like twin suns. The being rose, pushing back ornate cloaks to reveal more of his armored form, as well as a sword sheathed at his side.


 * Bloran - Ahh! Hello little nephew! How does it go today?
 * Gridlock - Bloran, stop referring to me as nephew, little brother, or cousin. I requested your assistance, and I would like for you to at least show respect.

Bloran's gaze hit Gridlock directly as he spoke in his mind.


 * Bloran - You may be the son of my master, but do not overstep your bounds. If I deem it nessarcry to the master's plan, I will Destroy you. Or mutate you into a very angry little manticore-like beast. With a broken arm.
 * Gridlock - Fine...

Bloran released his telepathic hold, and returned to grinning at Gridlock, barring his bat-like fangs.


 * Gridlock - I have come for the daily break down. How goes the creation of my secrete project.
 * Bloran - Excellent, Grid. While the team did have trouble not only creating a female version of your genetic kind that could produce offspring, we have succeeded in this first step. Now, the key will be to produce more of these beings with enough genetic diversity to support a population for millions of years to come.
 * Gridlock - How have our agents down with gathering the stored genetic material from the Multus Esse's achieves?
 * Scimat'akar scientist - Exceptionally well. Our Changeling agents have encountered little trouble with local security forces. However, the Unified Alliance of Enlightenment is growing weary of our infiltration, and are beginning to notice the lost material.
 * Gridlock - As long as their getting the rare material without getting caught, it matters little.

Inner thoughts of the Crystal Lord
The Dark hunter. A name given the twisted, crystal-born clone of Reago Clett, father of the famous warrior Barda Clett. Raised in a lab, born to destroy, and without loving parents or the like, Dark hunter had taken all this and used it to channel his energies into creating an empire. Through blood, through sweat, through tears, he had gained an empire of his own. But he wanted more. He wanted a universe to bow to him, to accept order and cease the endless conflict.

He could not understand why they resisted. They looked upon him as a freak of nature, and denied his gift, the synthesis of flesh and mineral. Blood and Crystal. Unlike Clett, who had been armed with the tools to lead armies, Dark hunter, his "brother", had to fight and struggle for everything. Despite what he faced, he still had the beginnings of his empire.

But still, his hatred for Barda would not leave him. Dark hunter had struggled in shadow and had to feast off radiation like a parasite to live. Barda did not. Yet this so called, "Light Hunter" had everything. Family, friends, good life. What had he done to deserve it all?

Dark focused a sphere of energy around his fist as he stood on the dead moon he had taken residence on. Then, something happened. He then started to question his existence.

Why he really a Ugandalorian, really a son of Reago Clett? Really a true living being?

Yes, he was all of these and more, a grand vision of how a mere crystal-based live form feeding on a corpse could become a harbinger of the future, a God of Crystal and power. He dispelled the energy from his fist, and turned his eyes toward the red star in front of him. Unlike other beings, Dark Hunter's optics where perfectly adapted for both land and space. Yet their sensitivity to color allowed him to see every little detail and shift in color in the star. He enjoyed it. The radiation was like a feast to him, one he enjoyed without end.

Still he felt enraged at certain other aspects of his life. The lonely truth that he had no mate or wife, his inability to dream, the fact his "children" where merely scientific creations like himself. That bothered him the most. Was he now reduced to the beings who used him? Creating life forms for his own purposes and then getting rid of them? No. He cared for his two children, who he had sacrificed a planet to create. He was not like his creators.

So, Dark hunter turned into a shadowy specter, and flew off, heading towards his capital. There was much planning to be done. Everything had to be perfect. Everything would be perfect.

He would be a perfect ruler.

Supremius' Plan
The High Prophet of Honor, Gorshun Golaris, marched towards the throne of the Supreme Prophet. Much had happened the past year under their new leader. Military academies over Royal families, new army units created, new logistics operations.

Ugandalore the Untouchable's Speech
Around the plaza at the palace of the High Ugandalore Lords, the legions of Ugandalorians and their sub-races had gathered. In all manner of Blues, reds, golds and other brazen colors, the Ugandalorians stood out from each other quite easily. It had been a long war that had happened. With the treachery of the Drakodominatus Tyranny, once thought uneasy allies, and their inevitable destruction, the Ugandals rallied to push through the finishing blow. While the way to Demogorgon Prime, the Tyranny capital that had produced the sick beasts, was opened, they needed just a little something to push them along.
 * Set during the Mirus Front of the Aterro Dominatus War.

And, Barda Clett, Ugandalore the Untouchable, knew what they needed. Like any Ugandalorian crusade, great speeches that beget the coming battle usually inspired the Ugandalorians to fight even harder then before.

Mounted on a famed Tariko Battle Mount that the Ugandalorians rode into battle, Lord Ugandalore himself strode onto the palace plaza, the robes around his waist, and shoulders, and the cape on his back billowing in the winds. His armor was red, like a burning fire, and charcoal grey. His form seemed like a living, breathing flame. The Ugandalorians stirred when they saw him, cheering as he approached the center. The crowds parted as he approached, and finally, his mount stopped.

Sitting atop his mount, he reached to a compartment holding a device. Flicking it out, it was revealed to be the holy halberd, used by the Ugandalores in battle against their most wretched foes. Raising his opposite right fist, it was an instant call to silence.


 * Barda - Brothers and sisters of the Holy Past Lords of Ugandalore, those who have given your life and blood, I call you forth for one final battle, one that will be written in the history books in the blood of our foes! The battle for Demagorgon Prime!

The gathered warriors cheered, striking the air with their fists, some firing into the air. When it died down, he continued.


 * Barda - Through the storms and tempest, we have endured. For the Elements of Honor, we have fought, and by Zaraturai, we have suffered. We, the Ugandal people, stand united now to deliver that which the other races of the First Gigauqadrant don't have the ability to do. We are going right into their little nest, and wiping the abhorrent scum clean! Our glory shall be remembered forever this day, for it is the day that the races of the Gigaquadrant look up to the skies, and are almost blinded by our glorious path to victory, and strain their necks looking up to us! Let nothing stop us! For the glorious battle that awaits, for the honor we bring to our clans, for the death of Tyranny!

He raised his halberd, as red fire licked across it and around him, the Ugandalorian's cheering intensified further.


 * Barda - Go forward, for the past Ugandalores! Let the heretics, aliens, and scum fears us in our holy rage! Forward Brothers and sisters of Ugandalore!

The Ugandalorians where ready. With their mighty armada, they where ready to lead their allies into one final struggle. One final push. Into Glory, honor, and distinction.

A seedy bar and Queen
The bar was not what one would call high class, but it had nice drinks, good service, and, ultimately, attracted little attention. These where the things enjoyed best. Taking a swig from his bottle, the human eyed the bar as he had 2 tired women from a passionate night earlier under his arms. Smiling, Phase took out a rare cigar and lite it, taking a drag as he watched the doors. It was moments like this he enjoyed most.


 * Phase - *Whispers* Sure hope someone doesn't try and kill me today.
 * Women 1 - What was that, Wilson?
 * Phase- Nothing candy...

Just then, the doors swung open as a large being strode through, pistol out. The T-shaped visor, the yellow-bronze armor, Phase knew it well enough. A warrior, and one with some very nice gear, perfect for taking out an army, or an insane human.


 * Phase - Ah! A brother of the clans! How goes your hunting today, Eran'ta Valde?
 * Ugandalorian - Be silent, betrayer. I have come for your bounty, posted by the Duke of...

All became silent as a gunshot rang out, causing the warrior to instantly fall on his face, blood seeping from his chest. Phase snorted as he held up his smoking gun, the few people in the bar looking at him in stunned fear. Phase chuckled slightly to himself as he twirled his gun about and holstered it, before standing up and going to check the dead warrior's body.


 * Phase - Should've shot me when you walked through the door. But, you didn't know better. And know you never will. Cause your dead. But it's not like my Extremely-late-advice for you would've worked. Though strange it took one bullet...

Just as he spoke the warrior got up with a roar, slamming his fist into Phase's jaw, as he fired several rounds from his blaster at Phase's chest. Phase stood there a moment, looking down at his wounds as the Ugandalorian pulled out his second blaster.


 * Phase - My, my. If I had pain receptors, oh boy. Thankfully, I don't. But you do.

Faster then even the experienced warrior could follow, Phase leapt forward, swinging his punch into his helmeted foe's face, cracking the helmet, before swinging and upper-cut and knocking the helmet straight off, and embedding it in the ceiling. Phase looked down at his right hand, what little flesh left on his hand scrapped off and revealing the black bone beneath, with the flesh slowly itching over the knuckle.


 * Phase - Oh, I've gone and hurt myself again. Silly me. Though it won't hurt as much as what you are about to experience, Valde..
 * Ugandalorian - Do not dare call me that!

The Mendel warrior swung a left hook at Phase's jaw, slamming into his face with stunning force, and producing a loud crunch, as the human staggered away slightly.


 * Ugandalorian - Perhaps that will shut you up, savage.

Phase turned around shacking off his shock, and twisting his mouth into a savage smile, as best he could, seeing as his jaw was visibly torn about in a broken pattern. Phase grabbed his torn jaw and snapped it back into place, his smile widening as he eyed his foe.


 * Phase - Oh, nothing shuts me up. You can ask the whole wiki. Not that you'll have a chance.

The Overseers meet
Inside the new body being constructed of the Eternal-mind, supreme leader of the Alpha Cyber Collective, was a massive core processor that served as his new brain. The red structure sparked and flashed with energy, as 8 figures appeared from the shadows. All where different in color, and what capes they wore, but they all looked similar. They are Cyber Collective Overseers, the most powerful force in their matter sucking, planet strip-mining empire.

Phase-Hunter and Barda's Ghost
Phase-Hunter breathed hard as he glared at his foe. He had faced all sorts of things, but never anything like this before. Kurlos had all his regenerative abilities, combined with the brutal power of the Ugandalorians. Despite the obvious disadvantage, Phase needed to get close, and punch his lights out. That was his best chance of implementing his battle plan. He focused his one good eye on Kurlos, as the Ugandalorian snapped his right arm back into position. Kurlos flexed his hands and arm, before speaking.


 * Kurlos - I know what you plan. You want to snap my neck, my spin, something, stop me from regenerating, right, Mister Wilson?
 * Phase - I'm gonna break every part of your skull actually.
 * Kurlos - Psh. How stupid. You're going to get close to someone whose armed?

With that, Kurlos pulled out his sword, twirling it before taking a combat position.


 * Phase - Sword or not, I'm going to shatter that arrogant skull of yours.
 * Kurlos - Ho ho! Such arrogance, from a dirty, sex-crazed walking corpse. Even after all the scars my master gave you, you still act like an arrogant, preening fool!
 * Phase - I'm doing this for Barda, don't act like you understand friendship.

With that Phase leapt at Kurlos, landing a light punch on his foe's face, before Kurlos slashed him across the chest, blood spraying out, onto Kurlos' chest and helmet. As he stepped backwards to let his helmet system clean off the blood, Phase did not relent, slamming a punch into Kurlos's stomach, and then punching him across the head. Kurlos spat out blood, before backing away.


 * Kurlos - You let me cut you, so your blood would blind me.
 * Phase - I only gave you a love tap. Come back here so I can really break your head in.

Kurlos activated his jump pack, kicking Phase in the face, before slashing downwards, and taking his left arm off. Phase grabbed Kurlos' head with his remaining hand, and, as the Ugandalorian struggled to detach, Phase slammed a knee into Kurlos's chest plate, shattering it entirely, and causing the cybernetic Ugandalorian to spit out blood, again. Phase then throw his opponent to the ground, creating a crater where his foe hit. Before Kurlos could recover, he brought back his fist, and slammed into Kurlos's helmet, shattering it, then smashing into his skull, and cracking the armored carapace Ugandalorians developed on their heads. Kurlos's eyes went cloudy as his body tried to heal all the damage he had suffered.

Phase went over, retrieved his arm, and teleported to Kurlos's position. Grabbing him by the collar, Phase brought him in close, eye red with rage.


 * Phase - You are a liar and a traitor. I'm Going to crush your fucking head for what you've done

Kurlos said nothing, simply grumbling, before stabbing outwards and gutting Phase hunter. The human warrior coughed, staggering a bit, as Kurlos regained some composure, his skull now in one piece again, snapping back together and cracking into place.


 * Kurlos - I have always hated you. You come from the same world as those French bastards. A bunch of lying bastards to the last, all of you Terrans. I despite their Eldarisian friends, for being child murdering zealots. And I especially hate the Hegemony and their war crimes against us. Unlike you, I lost my daughter and sons, proud Koatria they would've been. What did you ever lose? A whore? A sampling of drugs?
 * Phase - You don't know anything...
 * Kurlos - Unlike your lying, enabling bastard you call friend, the Hand brought me my revenge. He killed the Hegemony's leadership, gutted their empire. Barda never did any of that. Comacar never did. They where weak, just like you. And just like them, you'll die, remembered only as a fool!

Phase glared into Kurlos' eyes, as he swung hard into Kurlos' sword. He repeated this process, punching the sword over and over, his knuckles getting bruised and broken, until he finally shattered the blade. Kurlos was shocked Phase would even attempt such a thing, hardly believing Phase would try it. But the human said nothing, merely bringing back his right hand, and closing each finger one at a time, prepared his fist, before swinging right into Kurlos's neck, shattering the wind pipe and vertebrae. Kurlos gagged and choked, as Phase grabbed him by his broken neck, then one of his legs, and lifted him up, and brought him down on his knee, shattering his spin. Phase threw Kurlos to the ground, staring down at him with pure hatred.


 * Phase - You'll never understand what Barda did for me. Even when I didn't deserve it, he gave me a chance. I wasted that chance once, and he lost his life, but I'm not going to waste it again. Your Hand may have taken my brother from me, but this journey to stop me, forged both me and Kirta into far better people then you could ever know. Just like her father, she made a better person then I ever could've hoped to be by myself. And that is how you lose.

Kurlos glared up at him with empty, hate-filled eyes, looking animalistic and savage even as he lay there, slowly regenerating his wounds. Phase place a foot on his chest, before lifting it up and stomping down again, shattering his ribcage.


 * Phase - You hold onto the past. You let it control you. But me, I'm sticking with the future. That's where the Clett family has guided me. First Barda, then Takanius and Kirta. I don't know where else they'll lead me, but I'll follow. Because they made me into something more.

He grabbed Kurlos by the collar, and dragged him to the edge, over the abyss that ultimately would lead to the plasma generator at the core of the station.


 * Phase - You have my abilities, right? Then you know being disintegrated is the only thing that can kill me, right? And you, by extension of course.
 * Kurlos - I must live! I must...avenge...the fallen!
 * Phase - Revenge is petty. Remember them instead, as I will remember Barda.

He threw his opponent screaming over the edge, even as the Ugandalorian screamed at him. Phase stood there stunned for a moment, before falling to his knees. The cuts to his hands, legs and especially his stomach bleed profusely. He did not even try to remove the bit of the sword lodged in his stomach, too tired to move. His eyes grew heavy, before he felt a calming presence beside him. He turned himself around, eyes half closed, sure that he was finally going to die, and this was heaven or something. Instead, he saw a familiar red-armored warrior beside him, his eyes widening in surprise.


 * Barda - Hey, Phase! Phase! Don't fall asleep yet!
 * Phase - Barda...?
 * Barda - You have done well my friend.

Phase felt tears welling up in his eye, but did not stop them, simply staring up at his friend in shock.


 * Phase - I'm sor...sorry I failed you...Barda, please...I'm sorry.
 * Barda - No, none of that. I must thank you. I protected my daughter, helped my son keep his Order of Protectors in line. You avenged me. You've done more then enough. You've come a long way, from that irresponsible mercenary. I wish could've seen it to the end, Brother. You do what you do. I'll be waiting for you.

Phase said nothing, merely reaching out to his friend, trying to blink away the tears as Barda turned and began to walk away. After walking for a bit, his friend looked over his shoulder, and smiled warmly.


 * Barda - You can't die yet. The world still needs you. My daughter still needs her teacher, my son his advisor, both their uncle. Hold your position. That's an order.
 * Phase - ...Bar...da.

His friend disappeared, seemingly vanishing into light, as Phase sat and looked on. He wanted to say something, to move, but couldn't find the strength to. He just sat silently, like a statue for several minutes. Finally, he stood up once more, the dried blood now caked across his body. He looked over the edge, where Kurlos had fallen, to back to where he last saw Barda.


 * Phase - Thank you, Barda. You'll always...be in my heart.

He began walking towards where Kirta had gone, staggering away. He had to see Kirta through. No matter what happened, he had to make sure Kirta won this, so they could all go home. He dragged himself to the throne room of the Hand, breathing heavily. His job of protecting Barda's children was not over. Not even close.

Reserved names

 * Kyrius Gual