Fiction:Andromeda War/Act 2

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.

Upon the throne of thoughts
After the battle, Iovera secluded herself to the sanctity of her throne room, thinking about the strange threads of future that she has seen. Her and this Zazane leader... kissing? What was this blasphemy?

Iovera knew, however, that threads of fate could not be evaded, but also she knew that she has only seen into one of many, many possibilities. This future, however, was one of the most possible ones. She was horrified and disgusted at the same time. A queen of a million of worlds... became a lover of Zazane emperor? Iovera has looked into the future again, to see the same scene. She has realised she has found the Zazane... handsome? Her eyes flashed pink again, a sign of passion for Radeons.

Iovera shook her head to make the vision vanish. At the same time, the door of the throne room opened, two Radons entering the room. These were two advisors of her, Primarch Matheoward and Exarch Selytorah.

Matheoward - ''My lady, what are you thinking about? Are you thinking about the fate of the Divinarium?'' Iovera - ''Not really, Primarch. I am thinking about this... Zazane leader. Tyraz Breek. This vision I saw... Of us kissing...''

Matheoward was disgusted with the very idea of this, as was Selytorah.

Matheoward - ''This is blasphemy! A heretical vision sent by the darkness itself to stray you from one true path!'' Iovera - ''This is not that simple. I feel some kind of link between us. It cannot be denied. This, uh, Tyraz...'' Matheoward - Is a fiend whose step-brother destroyed our old empire and murdered my mentor - and Selytorah's father -, Tadjamad! Selytorah - ''Primarch, do not judge one by the doings of his relatives. Tyraz may be a good person and he proved it by-'' Matheoward - ''Anyway, the very idea of Clericarch falling in love with a Zazane is blasphemy! Heresy! How can you think of this, my lady?'' Iovera - ''...Yes, I agree with you, Primarch. The very idea is blasphemy. Although... time will show whether you are right or not.'' Selytorah - ''There are more important things at the moment than arguing. The machines are rising and the Coalition becomes active once more. We must march now.''

After Selytorah's words, the three have left the throne room. They had an empire to rule...

An Inquisitor's Hunt
Sarec had only recently recovered from his ordeal from the attack but this did not deter him, Inquisitors are known for their relentless attutude. He travelled to Solvani III after reports of Legion activity on the world, after talking to what remained of the population he discovered that a relic had been unearthed several miles away.

At the site's perimeter he caught sight of what looked like large mechanical humannoids, focusing himself he kept silent, weaving past each one undetected on his way to the relic. The approach felt disturbing. He had a strange feeling as he travelled that not just the ground but the feel of the land around him had been disturbed, as though someone had recently opened a wound in the very fabric of the world.

Upon reaching the relic the feeling was strongest, overcome with the disturbence and struggling to keep himself together he examined the relic closely. Closing his eyes he could see a figure; a Loron larger than others he had seen. This Loron was working the panel when the effects of the disturbance tore through his mind, the flash - which hit him soon after the Loron in his vision activated the device, awakening the machines - overcame his senses as he grasped his head collapsing to the floor. When he woke up he froze; closing towards him was one of these machines and he decided the best thing to do was run as fast as he could, scrabbling to his feet before making a brief dash for shelter, hiding against a slab of broken rock. He concentrated, trying to work out where the Loron went next - the end result was a fragment image of a world barren and dry.

Upon returning to the spaceport he was approached by one of the crewmembers of the vessel he hitched a ride on.

Crewman - Sir, High Inquisitor Arsac is trying to contact you, she wants an update Sarec - I'll talk to her in my dormitory, how long before you're ready to lift off? Crewman - About two hours, sir. Sarec - Understood

The crewman gives Sarec a datapad in order tocotnact the high inquisitor. After accepting it he headed inside the ship to find out what she had to say. His doemitory was somewhat spartan. Curved, steel-grey walls encircled the room and there was one bed, one table and one dresser. As he entered he activated the datapad he was given, ensuring it was a secure connection. Arsac's face appeared on screen and she was not happy.

Arsac - ''Inquisitor, we have reason to believe the Divinarium are following some ascended being as a leadership. Unless you have something good I am contemplating deploying you to Crepusculum'' Sarec - Do not worry mistress, I have reason to believe the Mali'Nar are still in the sector Arsac - The Loron can be held back, I'm more worried about having our paragon fall under the influence of an ascended Sarec - But the codex... Arsac - Uriel hasn't studied the codex Sarec - These Mali'Nar will continue hunting for the relics regardless of our paranoia, be glad the Divinarium is on our side mistress Arsac - ''Fine, go on your little goose-chase. I will make sure there are at least some inquisitors keeping an eye on the Clericarch.'' Sarec - ''The Clericarch? Mistress, is that really the best idea?'' Arsac - ''The senate does not dictate our actions, if the Clericarch doesn't like it she can tell me herself! Understood?'' Sarec - Yes mistress

Sarec closed the comm, concerned that Arsac's paranoia could be the inquisition's, if not the empire's, undoing. After an hour his ship took off and activated it's warp drive, heading towards a distant world in ana attempt to find Br'Klakkon before his next move. For the entire trip his mind was fixated on what he had encountered - who built those machines, were they connected to the relics, was the Loron his target... He decided the best thing to do was meditate.

Monarchy: First Artifact
On a planet which the Zaretians have named Tanos'C after Ganos's son, who he left behind in the Telios Frontier. The 5 subordinates (Ganos, Thea, Bore'Ock, Tales, and Cytos) had located a artifact. It was Black, featureless and large. The 5 subordinates stood next to each other looking at it. While a crew was setting up a base around the artifact, soldiers stood in the distance watching them. They had no idea what the thing was, if it could be dangerous or a blessing. Or even what it does.

Ganos started the conversation by stating " So this is one of the artifacts the people of this world are going nuts over, eh?" Thea stated "Quiet Bore'Ock, the genius needs to examine this before we can deem it useful or not" Cytos said "I'll insert a question; Does Admiral Helios know we located this? He must know about all the work we put into looking for this" Bore'Ock said " Yeah, that's exactly why he must not know. If the Admiral figures out we wasted many cycles searching for this damn thing, he might throw a fit. Remember the last time he deemed his team... 'useless' " Ganos said " Affirmative, that's how we became his new subordinates, I still feel bad about where he sent them. But in the end those fools got what they deserved... a worthy end..." Bore'Ock said "Tales can we get a move on. I want to get back on the King's Ascendant" Tales nodded his head and walked over to the artifact. He placed his gloves on it inspecting it. Within a few seconds it began to glow white, the ground shaked violently and the subordinates, and other Zaretians looked at the artifact. Machines that they couldn't comprehend came out of the ground one by one. When all of them arose their eyes shined a heavenly white lite. And the machines uttered The Artifacts must be protected... when they were done speaking they raised their hands and began firing blue bolts of lighting out of them at the Zaretians. All of them began opening fire on the machines with no harm done to them.

Ganos muttered to himself "These things... if I could find a way to control them... perhaps I can take control of our home galaxy... succeeding where the King and his predecessors failed" Thea shouted "Everyone back to the ships! We can stop them" With these commands all the Zaretians stopped firing and ran away from the robots. They followed them firing their bolts of energy turning them into skeletons, a lot of the Zaretians didn't survive this with only a handful of ships getting out off the planets. The subordinates managed to get away. In their personal cruiser they had a disagreement.

Bore'Ock shouted at Tales "What the hell was that! We almost got killed by those damn things and we spent weeks searching for these things on your behalf. You got a lot of explaining to do, brother" Tales responded "I had no idea that this would happen Bore'Ock, neither did any of us" Bore'Ock said in disbelief " But we, but we... I don't want anything to do with these artifacts, and you all will have one hell of time explaining how the first brigade was destroyed..." Ganos said to Bore'Ock "Calm yourself, Bore'Ock we still have a few uses for this planet infact I got a idea... how about we keep anyone else from coming here until we destroy those robots letting us access the artifact. If we can accomplish that maybe we still have uses. Cytos, didn't you say that your Holo-Troopers learn that someone had one of the Artifacts?" Cytos said "Unconfirmed, we still need more information. Alot of this stuff is rumored" Ganos said "Was rumors... we learned that the artifacts are real. And we have one. We just need to get around it's guards. I have a plan how about we contact someone about this and make a few friends. If we are going to conquer this galaxy we do need some... pushes. Cytos, you and your Holotroopers continue spying on the other empires. Bore'Ock, Tales, keep a eye on this planet. And Thea, help me convince Helios that we should make a few friends. Oh by the way... if anyone have any objections to my plans here... speak up" The room was silent, obviously everyone wanted to go through with Ganos's plans. Ganos said gleefully "It's unanimous, get a move on. Thea, I'll start the discussion with Helios."

Imposters Return
Deep in Brood space Tyraz coninued to contemplate on his personal flagship. Outside a small vessel of Draconis manufacture approached the Ghost of the Warrior requesting to dock. On board the shuttle was carrying a Draconis artifact as a gift for Tyraz Breek. The shuttle itself was piloted by a Terradixin by the name of Olov Vokki

Olov - ''Brood fleet we are requesting permission to dock at the flagship. Do you comply, over.'' Zealot Rewajisu Vasej - Please state your name and business, or face eradication. Olov - ''I am Captain Olov Vokki, I have a package for the warlord uhh... Tylos?'' Zealot Rewajisu Vasej - ''Lord Councilor Tyraz. And permission granted. However, when you dock, expect armed soldiers.'' Olov - Understood sir, coming in on approach.

As the shuttle landed a squad of Niddan-Ho gathered around the ship. A gantry lowered as the captain left his ship, he was greeted by the giant Zazane - who towered over him - readying their weapons. Zealot Rewajisu entered the hanger and appraoched the intimidated Terradixian, ordering the Niddan-Ho to stand down, they remained vigilant.

Rewajisu - ''Stand down! These are guests...'' Olov - ''I mean no harm, no-no. Consider the tribute inside a gift of goodwill from the Alpenix university.'' Rewajisu - ''This had better not be a trap. Niddan-Ho are always at the ready...'' Olov - ''*Stutters* No trap I swear, I was sent just to give the tribute. Please don't hurt me if it displeases you...'' Zealot Rewajisu Vasej - ''...Fine. I will be keeping an eye on you....*walks behind Olov, hand on blade* Keep moving.''

Olov led the Zazane inside and down to a cargo hold. In the centre of a room was an unassuming metal crate. Olov points to the crate stating that that was the offer. Outside the ship a bulky shillouette dropped down through the landing gear and discreetly made it's way to a nearby door. After fumbling with the controls the figure - sealed inside a thin environment suit - discreetly travelled though the bowels of the ship, evading patrols and unexpectedly gaining the attention of Tyraz breek who felt the figure's presence on board.

Tyraz - ''Who is that? Is that the Clericarch?''

The figure's discreet nature made him wonder if it was an assassin. Eager to find out he headed towards the bridge, along the way he saw the figure peering around a corner, as the figure - resembling a Draconis in shape - breathed a sigh of relief... Tyraz made his move, growling loudly to make himself known. This startled the figure who turned around to notice Tyraz.

??? - ''Wha...? *Looks behind himself to see Tyraz.* You.. You must be Tyraz Breek... correct?'' Tyraz - ''Indeed I am. But that wasn't my question.''

Typical of himself, Tyraz grasped the figure's throat, constricting him slightly

Volkarus - ''I... My name is Volkarus... sir... Believe me when I say I am not here to kill you...'' Tyraz - ''I will believe you, seeing as you cannot! Volkarus, what are you here for?'' Volkarus - ''I am here to offer my services... If you will let me go...''

Tyraz complied, uncertain. As he did Volkarus thanked him. As He rubbed his throat Tyraz stepped closer, remaining defencive.

Tyraz - ''Now, who are you? You are Draconis, why do you offer your services?'' Volkarus - Because we both want the same thing: power, glory, and the Empire stands in the way. Tyraz - Hmm....You are a traitor, then. Volkarus - ''So the Ultanos say, my entire line brought to the edge of extinction! *chuckles* To be truthful, the empire doesn't know I even exist...'' Tyraz - So...you are a survivor? Volkarus - ''A descendent of one. I curse the very name 'Ultanos' for what they are doing, for how they have made the empire weak.'' Tyraz - ''What happened? What do you mean by descendent?'' Volkarus - ''I am of the Khaxvis bloodline. Roughly 40,000 years ago my line were the Paragons. Unfortunately an act of betrayal led to the Ultaonos returning, inciting civil war. At the war's end, every member of house Khaxvis they could find were executed in Minos'Drakon's central plaza. The traitor is now considered one of the empire's greatest heroes!'' Tyraz - ''Traitor rulers! That Uriel person....He will die! We do require your aid in beating those....pathetic warriors!'' Vokarus - ''Over time my house has rebuilt in exile. We have warriors, information, and equipment, all at your disposal. I just want one thing in return.'' Tyraz - What do you wish for? Volkarus - I want the imperial throne, which is rightfully mine! Tyraz - Imperial throne of the Draconis? Volkarus - Indeed. Tyraz - ''...Very well. You will have your throne. However, how do I know you will not backstab us?'' Volkarus - You have my word; Your kind are what I aspire the Draconis to be: Feared, mighty and powerful. Tyraz - Indeed, I wish only one more thing from you. Volkarus - And that is? Tyraz - I want you to bow to me. Volkarus - *gives a stern look at Tyraz* As you wish...

Volkarus was secretly dsigusted. The idea of his family - who were once rulers of the Draconis - bowing down to this alien warlord in submission sickened him. But he knew the value of such an alliance and complied. As he did, Tyraz' tail swayed with joy as he watched the Draconis kneel in submission.

Volkarus - ''You will need to do more than just kill Uriel. Kill him and another Ultanos will take his place. I don't want to repeat the mistakes my ancestors made, I want them ALL dead!'' Tyraz - Then...I believe I can get the Kordalu to make a genetic weapon... Volkarus - Interesting... Tyraz - ''Indeed...The Ultanos Line will die! Such traitors...'' Tyraz - This will be magnificent sport! Volkarus - *A wicked smile spreads across Volkarus' face* I can tell I am going to like you. Tyraz - You have not seen what I can do....I have scared even that wench, Arsac! Volkarus - *eyes widen* An impressive feat, i did not think such a thing was possible. Tyraz - ''Indeed. I forced her to watch as I slashed my sword through two of her comrades' faces....and then make one explode as I threw him against a wall.'' Volkarus - ''That doesn't sound like something that would scare her... Rumours have it she has taken on demon cults without fear - Then again, I wasn't there.''

Volkarus was right: Arsac had built her reputation on challenging chaos, demonic, psycic and elemntally empowered cultists without so much as gasping in fear. Some even wondered if she had ever felt fear (or that she once faced an event so traumatic and terrifying that she had overcome all sense of fear).

Tyraz - ''She has taken on demon cults, yes. But she has not taken on this....''

Tyraz smiled, shadows and dark energy swirled round him as he grew into his demonic form. As he did Volkarus stepped back in fear, watching as the warlord shifted and morphed before his very eyes. As tyraz roared any lingering thoughts he had about any eventual betrayal were gone - he was not stupid enough to do such a thing to a demon. As the being towered over him he was speechless.

Volkarus - ''I... I... I honour you, sir.''

Tyraz groweled, taking a step towards the petrified Draconis.

Tyraz - If you do not dishonour my race, I will Descend you....So you too can achieve this!

Those words sealed Volkarus' loyalty: The potential of goodhood filled his mind, evisioning the immeasurable power he would wield. As the thoughts flooded his mind a smile of glee spread across his face. He knelt on one knee and bowed his head in respect.

Volkarus - ''You have my word, and my respect... My Lord Breek!'' Tyraz - ''*laughs and wings spread across* Good! Now, gather your forces! We have work to do...'' Volkarus - *Bows* As you wish my lord. Tyraz - *returns to normal and nods* I will prepare my forces...And then, you shall tell me of the...traditional Draconis strategy... Volkarus - ''Of course. With my people's knowldge and familiarity witho our enemy and your people's might and reputation we shall be unstoppable!''

Coming to the belief that discussions were over, Volkarus stood up and headed back to the cargobay. The thoughts of descension still fresh in his mind. Tyraz watched as he walked away, growling slightly.

Tyraz - If he backstabs me....He will face the rage of the entire Zazane race.....

Tyraz teleported to this throne room. As Volkarus returns to the hanger he notices his pilot with the Niddan-Ho. The crate is nearby. Inside was a finely-crafted energised longsword. Plated in gold the blade featured engravings of serpents that intertwined. The hilt and crossguard were plated in reflective gold and bound in the finest leather. The gift itself was truly a work of art.

Volkarus - Leave the gift for Lord Councillor Breek, Pilot, I need to report in. Ovol - *The Terradixian pilot salutes* Understood sir.

Dramatic Changes
As his shuttle returned to the Khaxvis fleet, Volkarus contemplated on what he had done. He may be the sort to have little regard for his kin's morality, but even he had his limits. The potential of siding with a descended being? Were the benefits woth the risks? His mind once again returned to Tyraz' promise. With such power the empire could rule eternally, under his leadership. he would be the epitome of superiority - a king of kings. His thoughts were broken when one of the elders requested contact. He headed into his quarters, on the screen was an ageing female.

Elder Kathelia - I hope everything went smoothly brother. Volkarus - ''Indeed. The aliens are more than eager to support our cause'' Elder Kathelia - ''Really? Interesting... What did you promise him?'' Volkarus - We provide whatever we can, i have vouched for the house's complete loyalty to them.'' Elder Kathelia - ''WHAT!? Have you lost your mind?'' Volkarus - ''Hardly mistress. They know how to wage war, they are the pinnacle of what we could achieve.'' Elder Kathelia - ''Pray to Drakon that they are more lenient of us once we hold the throne. Anything else?'' Volkakrus - I am assuming command of the resurgence. Elder Kathelia - On who's authority? Volkakrus - ''I know the Zazane, I am familliar with their leader. it is best for the resurgence that power goes through me... Would you rather he have to go through the trouble of meeting with another of our kin?'' Elder Kathelia - ''I will discuss this with the other elders, but you seak wisdom for your age. Fine. For now consider youself the new head.'' Volkarus - Thank you mistress. Elder Kathelia - ''I want to meet with this Warlord in person, before the elders. I want to know our new ally better.'' Volkarus - ''I will inform him at once mistress. We are to now gather our forces, coordinates enclosed.'' Elder Kathelia - ''Very well. If you mess this up brother, standing before the elders for judgement will be the least of your worries.''

Volkarus nodded as he ended the conversation. Exhaling deeply he took form a bookshelf a book and read from it, falling asleep on his bed shortly afterward.

Circle of pacts
Days later the most important members of House Khaxvis gather within an auditorium aboard one of their generatison ships. At the far end of the room was a booth containing the 20 elders thad made yp the elder council. Themutterings of the spectators fell silent as Volkarus stepped in. Standing within the arena he bowed to the elders in the booth before he cleared his throat ready for his announcement.

"Members of House Khaxvis - brothers, sisters. I return with news of a potential ally: The Brood of War has agreed to aid us in our cause to reclaim the throne. I present to you a man who has planted fear into the heart of the High Inquisitor herself: Lord-Councillor Tyraz Breek!"

As he speaks, Tyraz appears beside Volkarus, with black smoke leaving his body immediately after appearing. This did not seem to impress the spectators or the elders. Tyraz looked at the crowd before and snarled before he spoke. From within the booth Elder Kathelia, a spokesperson for the elders, stands up and looks down at Tyraz.

Tyraz - So....You are House Khaxvis? Elder Kathelia - Indeed, Lord Breek. Tyraz - May I ask who you are, Mistress? Elder Kathelia - I am Elder Kathelia: High mother and an elder of the house. Tyraz - ''A pleasure to meet you, Mistress Kathelia. So, I heard that you require the aid of the Brood of War.'' Elder Kathelia - ''That is correct. Believe me when I say that you were not our first choice and it was NOT out of desperation.'' Tyraz - If that is so, then why have you come to us? Elder Kathelia - ''Because you hold desires and ideals similar to our own. You also have the power to help us.'' Tyraz - ''Indeed we do...And we will be happy to help take down that pathetic empire. Your....messenger, Volkarus, has told me that you shall grant me aid with your own military.'' Volkarus - ''This is true. Our legions are at your disposal.'' Elder Elosus - Volkarus, you should be careful in making such a decision. Volkarus - ''Once we have the throne we will have the entire Imperial Talon Navy at our disposal... Enough firepower to crush any opposition.'' Tyraz - ''Except my own, messenger... If you have any plans for betrayal, then I shall warn you that is not wise. Elder Selassa - Apparently my son has placed great faith in you. He rarely seems to offer such unshaking loyalties outside of his own kin.'' Tyraz - ''Then I am honoured. I have placed my loyalty into you, House Khaxvis, and apparently you have placed loyalty into Brood...After all, an alliance is a two way thing.'' Elder Kathelia - ''That is true. However his loyalty borders on naivete... or perhaps he sees something in you that we so far don't.'' Tyraz - ''Indeed he does. And by your permission, I will let it be shown...''

The elders were confused what Tyraz meant. The entire auditorium boke out into confused mumblings as spectators tried to work out what Tyraz meant. Eventually Selassa stands up to address Tyraz.

Elder Selessa - We do not understand. Tyraz - You will do so soon...

As he spoke, black smoke leaked from his body, shrouding him. The voices of confusion quickly changed to apprehension. meanwhile one of the Khaxvis sitting down rested a pen-shaped object on the table before firing a dart in Tyraz' direction. To everyone's surprise the dart simply passes through the smoke, which dissapates to reveal Tyraz' descended form, sending everyone in the room into an outright state of panic, allowing the Khaxvis who fired the dart to make a discreet escape. As Tyraz emerges his new wings spread out and he lets out a demonic roar. Kathelia was outraged.

Elder Kathelia - ''I was right Volkarus, you have pledged yourself to a devil! If the inquisition ever discovers this we will all be condemned to the void!'' Tyraz - ''I feel insulted! You dare call me a devil before your empire, which is at the mercy of the Brood and every other empire right now? I can help you achieve godhood!'' Kathelia - ''And what of those who fall short? We will be condemned to the void regardless of what happens.'' Tyraz - ''Those who fall short.....I can make them become your immortal warriors! You will eternally rule over House Khaxvis! Your army would be Descended! The Inquisition can do nothing about it!'' Laros - ''Mistress, we have the assailant. He was never one of us!'' Tyraz - Bring him here....I wish to speak with him....

Laros - a captain of the guard - has two guards drag a Khaxvis soldier to Tyraz' Feet before traring away his brestplate. As it flashes and sparks the Khaxvis' body seems to distort and shrink revealing a blue-scaled Draconis wearing ornate body armour, smaller than all the Khaxvis in the room. Laros Grasps the Inquisitor's jaw abd hoists it up, forcing the draconis to stare directly up at Tyraz, who walks over and stares directly down at him.

Tyraz - Why have you attacked me? Inquisitor Tanus - Isn't it obvious, abomination? Tyraz - ''Abomination? Such foolishness....Even when I managed to scare your beloved High Inquisitor, Arsac.'' Inquisitor Tanus - ''She didn't know what you were back then. However I did not expect... you.'' Laros - Then why are you here!? Tanus - ''All of you, abominations! You were foolish to gather here and i knew just how to strike!'' Tyraz - I admire that you do not fear death...

Tyraz grasps the inquisitor by the throat and hists him high above the ground, both of them exchange glares. Tyraz smiles before he materialises black claws inside the inquisitors body, who squirms in pain as his muscles waste away. As he dangles the inquisitor uses what strength remained to wrestle a football-sized canister from his backpack, activating the device before dropping it.

Tanus - I do not fear what awaits me after death, for the pain will be forgotten. Tyraz - Then I will not kill you.... Tanus - *Pulls out the canister* Pray that Drakon forgives..you all...

Tanus drops the canister, as it falls Laros grabs it, once he does the caps on either end open up and he is engulfed by smoke fro minside. Within the cloud his throat swells, causing him to cough chronically before collapsing on the floor. The smoke is pulled towards Tyraz with a snarl as it is absorbed and destroyed within his body. Angered by such an act he remarks on the inquisitor's stupidity before plunging a large finger directly into the inquisitor's waist, pircing the armour like paper. Volkarus inspects the empty canister, realising it was a virus bomb that could have killed every Khaxvis member inside the chamber in seconds. Tyraz summons a Kordalu Zazane to operate on Laros.

Volkarus - ''He would have suffocated by now. Are you sure you can revive him?'' Kordalu - ''Of course, flesh being. There is no challenge too great for a Kordalian. If the male's brain is still in a good condition, then operation shall be minimal.'' Volkarus - ''Wait.. are you suggesting we transplant his brain?'' Kordalu - ''Drastic action is not needed. All I need is to dispose of the useless lungs and replace them with cyber implants.'' Volkarus - ''You are lucky we are more open to cybernetics than the pretenders. Most of our kin would have preferred regrowing the lungs with stem cells.'' Kathelia - ''It seems we may have been wrong about you. You used your power to save us all and for that we are grateful.''

"Save... your...s-s-selves... Do n-n-not turn your.... back... on... hiim...." The inquisitor mutters before Tyraz discards his corpse, returning to his original form.

Tyraz - ''Please, it is nothing really, Mistress Kathetlia. Your empire shows promise...I did not want its leaders wasted in our first meeting.'' Elder Kathelia - ''Very well. It seems you were not his target anyway.'' Tyraz - He thought he could kill us all, Mistress. He was wrong. He did not even claim one...'' Kordalu - The flesh subject shall return to consciousness in a matter of hours. Elder Sorus - ''He came close. Do you know why he called all of us abominations?'' Tyraz - ''I have no idea. It is possible due to your...mutation. You are bigger, stronger and superior to the other Draconis. And I am not even mortal.'' Volkarus - Correct, but we prefer the term 'augmentation'. Elder Sorus - ''We have all accepted long ago the idea that genetic enginnering would grant us an edge. Other than that fact the Inquisition barely takes notice; Were it not for their cowardly stance on such modification the inquisitor would never be here.'' Kordalu - ''Cybernetics is the way forward. With cybernetics, you are rendered practically immortal...'' Tyraz - Indeed, but Descension is stronger! Kordalu - The Kordalu have no time to study Essence, Lord Councilor... Elder Sorus - ''Both of you are correct. But the inquisitor has a point: Even though we side with you we do not wish to become a demonic cult. Such an act would condemn us - both by the Inquisition and by Drakon himself.'' Tyraz - ''So...You follow a religion? You need not to worship me or my deity. And the Inquisition can do nothing against an immortal army.'' Elder Kathelia - ''We still honour the lifefather as we do our parents. Without him we are nothing. Tyraz - Very well. You shall remain mortal. However, for those who wish for Descension...Then I suggest you come forward now...''

The spectators mumble once again at such a prospect. Some of them uncertain and this disappointed Tyraz.

Tyraz - ''Is my promise of Descension really worth turning down? Imagine how impressed your lifefather would be if he found out his loyal followers would serve him for eternity...'' Volkarus - ''*steps forward* I will lead by example mistress. I will bring everlasting glory to Grand House Khaxvis.'' Elder Kathelia - Brother are you certain of this? Voklarus - ''Drakon has wanted from the beginning for us to improve ourselves... *he swallows* this is simply the next step... The teachings are always open to interperetation.'' Elder Sorus - ''Drakon sees us as his children, his greatest creation, not servants. He has watched us advance since our very beginnings.'' Tyraz - You have decided....Keep calm....You wish not to ruin this moment.

Volkarus steps forward, Tyraz' claws glow red before Volkarus is quickly engulfed in black smoke. The room falls silent as the shadows are absorbed into Volkarus' body. Crimson markings are left on his torso, limbs and armour. Volkarus looks at himself with both horror and glee. Eventually he winces in pain as he feels the markings carve themselves onto his body.

Tyraz - The next step in your Descension requires your temporary death.... Volkarus' eyes widen* Death? Tyraz - Do not fear this, I shall resurrect you stronger than ever.... Volkarus - ''Right... right...'' Tyraz - Have faith in me....Or this shall not work....

Tyraz drew his firesword as he spoke and pointed it at Volkarus' chest. As it burns through Volkarus lets out a scream of agony before collapsing lifelessly onto the arena floor. As he lay Tyraz approached him and used his power to fill his wounds with shadows. Elder Selessa watched in horror, clustching her hand and resting it against her chest, watching as her dead son returned. As life returned to him, Volkarus' scales darken and the marks glow brighter than ever as he opened his eyes, looked around bewildered before looking at Tyraz, then the Elders.

Tyraz - And now....your trial is complete....Was the process of death truly needed... Elder Selessa - Was the process of death truly needed... Tyraz - Indeed it was....And now, he has returned......EMPOWERED!! Volkarus - ''I saw what awaited me... What awaits us all... Blackness, darkness eternal. No garden, no firests, no wisps, no rebirth... nothing.'' Tyraz - ''Indeed. Upon Descension....You have sacrificed your own afterlife.'' Elder Selessa - What have you done to my son! Tyraz - I have made him all powerful...He is now eternal! Volkarus - ''I am fine mother *examines himself*... just... fine...'' Elder Selessa - I did not raise my son to forsake the lifefather, not like this! Tyraz - Volkarus...You are the strongest Draconis here...You are eternal, you are punishment, you are victory! Elder Kathelia - Selessa please, this is for the- Elder Selessa - NO! *points at Tyraz* My son died the moment you plunged that accursed sword into his heart! Tyraz - ''Your son is immortal! Volkarus, will you let this female embarass you in front of your kin?!'' Elder Selessa - *Cries out in desperation* He is no longer my son! Volkarus - No, such embarrassment is weakness. Elder Sorus - ''Guards: restrain misttress Selessa. Let her calm down. Volkarus, give her time to rest. At least respect the bonds of family. Remember you would be nothing without her.'' Tyraz - ''*whispers* Volkarus, look at myself. I have almost no family...And the family I did have hated me and turned on me long time ago! I would be cautious around your kin, especially as you are an immortal...They could be jealous...Look at myself and look at the empire I rule...without family to turn on me...'' Volkarus - ''I have been taught since the day I hatched to show respect for my kin.. Parents, children, relatives. I was forever told to respect their words. But if she is willing to disown me like that...'' Tyraz - You are anger, you are punishment...And you are all powerful....You could destroy everybody in this room and have enough power for more...To my eyes, you are the leader.... Elder Sorus - ''Volkarus: Whatever you are thinking do not let the first use this 'gift' Lord Breek has offered to harm to the one woman who raised you solid for ten years! | Volkarus - Quiet old man! *Everyone in the room gasps* | Elder Sorus - What did you say!?'' Tyraz - ''*whispers to Volkarus* Family is nothing but weakness....I have one son and I know he will kill me....And I can do nothing! And all my other family tried to kill me when I was young.....Such trust in family when they are the ones that can destroy you most....'' Elder Sorus - ''I don't know how the Zazane respect family. But within our broods elders are respected and honoured! Voklarus: Your words bring dishonour to you and to your brood!'' Elder Sorus - Family breeds strength, we respect our kin and to betray our own family is just as abominable as cold-blooded murder! Tyraz - ''*whispering* The Elders do not fight for the Khaxvis...Your loyal warriors do....What do the Elders do except sit there and judge their young? And do not listen to him....They betrayed you....He is jealous of your power....'' Volkarus - ''Lord Tyraz is right... Elder you have grown fat on the council and your end is closing! All of you can embrace the power I wield, all you need to do is pledge faith just as I have. We will be gods among men! Truly the rightful heirs of the dragon throne!'' Elder Sorus - ''*Draws a warblade from within the booth* So be it... You have disgraced your mother Volkarus, I will not allow you to disgrace us before Drakon! Guards, get her out of here.'' Tyraz - ''Volkarus, let this fool know your power! Draw your blade and fight him! Prove that you are no longer a child!''

As guards helped Selessa out of the booth she looked back for a moment, Sorus sighed ans she turned to face forward, exhaling deeply. After she left Sorus leapt down from the booth, glarly angered by Volkarus' disgraceful behaviour.

Elder Sorus - ''Call me lazy would you, ungrateful whelp? I challenge you in the ring of honour.'' Tyraz - Show this fool honour....Kill him with your blade! Volkarus - As you wish...

The two Khaxvis take their positions within the arena. Sorus attacks first but Volkarus simply dodges, slashing the elder's back with both of his swords. Sorus swings his sword behind him and Volkarus rolls, parrying the strike as he gets up. In retaliation Sorus forces the blade down with all his strength however Volkarus - empowered by his new gift - easily overpowers him staggering Sorus before charging. Sorus was impressed, commenting that he was wise to accept descension but retaliating by remaking he has far more experience than Voklarus; Who simply said age maent nothing with Tyraz agreeing. Volkarus launchd himself, striking Sorus with a swift flurry and nearly knocking the elder off-balance. Using the flat of his sword Sorus swings his blade hoping to trip Volkarus up. Tyraz spoke telepathically for him to take the blow Volkarus smiles, allowing Sorus to hit him. He falls over, as Sorus walks over to him the elder seems to smile. While the elder gloated Tyraz whispered for Volkarus to finish him. Unaware of his ability He simply muttered that doing such would be dishonourable, preffering to end it an an honourary fashion. As Sorus prepared to blunge his warsword into the fallen Khaxvis he was impaled in the leg. Volkarus stood up, grasping Sorus' throat before simply saying one thing

Volkarus - ''What happened to that survival instinct., old man? If you ever see Drakon, tell him the true heirs are returning.''

Voklarus finished the elder off by plunging his fist into the Elder's chest, crushing the old man's heart. Sorus collapsed while Tyraz simmply sat and smiled. As Sorus collapsed onto the floor Volkarus reveled in what he had done and Tyraz licked his fangs as he approached the scene.

Tyraz - Victory is yours...as so is this House. Volkarus - ''He had little chance against me. I felt he deserved the satisfaction of honoured combat before his just reward.'' Tyraz - ''You did well, my apprentice. The rewards of a million battles are ahead of you...'' Volkarus - ''If any of you wish to revel in the power Lord Tyraz grants step forward now. The age of the true paragons of Alcanti will begin soon!''

The entire auditorium cheered in glee for the specatacle, chanting 'Hail Khaxvis, hail Volkaron, death to the pretenders!' Tyraz smiled as so many submitted themselves for Descension.

Glory and Deception
It had been two weeks since the gathering, hundreds of Draconis loyal to the house had been descended and both the Brood and the Resugence had an army of immortal warriors at their command. Tyraz found himself heading towards Volkarus' personal office on the uppermost decks of the generation ship Emberos. Standing outside were two normal guards. As Tyraz approached the guarsd nodded to him.

Guard - Master Volkarus is expecting you Lord Breek. Tyraz - Thank you, sir. Good luck on surviving Descension.

Tyraz walked inside leaving the guard with a puzzled look on his face. Inside Volkarus was staring out of the window at the amassing fleet, since thel ast gathering a series of spikes had emerged from his body. He looked at Tyraz with a knowing smile, at the same time he was overcome with concern.

Tyraz - ''Volkarus, you wanted to discuss with me. What do you wish?'' Volkarus - ''The day of glory fast approaches, however we must be prepared. The resurgence is taking a great risk mobilising what we have to this location.'' Tyraz - ''Indeed. The Brood of War will be at your side. You have no need of worry.'' Volkarus - ''Every day I worry that the Talons merge from nowhere and blast us to ash. You may have granted several of my kin immortality but the pretenders' navy still far outnumbers what my kin have. Or worse we face exposure from the inquisition.'' Tyraz - Tell me, what threat do the Inquisition pose to you? Volkarus - ''If we are exposed as 'demons' the senate would never accept us. Other than their renforcement on the empire's laws on genetics we had little problem with them... In fact we would sometimes respect them.'' Tyraz - Why do you wish acceptance when you can just destroy the senate yourself? Volkarus - ''You have a point. But if the new senate links the death of the old senate to us what then? A new house war begins and my kind slip into another age of self-destruction.'' Tyraz - ''Hmm, so true...Luckily, the Kordalu Zazane have come further in their research of a plague that effects bloodlines. However, there are a few....problems.'' Volkarus - Problems? Tyraz - ''Indeed. The plague works....But it will only erase the future generations, not the carrier or past generations that are still alive. We want a plague that will wipe out all biological evidence.'' Volkarus - ''So it would only make them sterile? It would take centuries for them to die of age.'' Tyraz - ''Indeed it would. We need more Draconis corpses to work on, as well. The Kordalu have only completed a quartre of their research into the plague.'' Volkarus - ''This talk of plagues is not why I was expecting you. We have a difficult campaign ahead of us so I took the liberty of organising another gathering, everyone should be on their way to the chamber now... almost everyone...''

Volkarus bowed his head, once again looking out of the window for omething still troubled him deeply.

Tyraz - You wish for me to Descend more of your people? Volkarus - ''Not for the moment. Your council is free to join the spectacle since this campaign needs to be a combined effort.'' Tyraz - ''My council? You will wish for Lady Councilor Astral Highland of the Kordalu. She has an understanding of diplomatics.'' Volkarus - ''If you insist. The resurgence has strategic information the brood will require.;The empire has made every effort over it's 200-millenia year history to protect the core worlds. I make no understatement: Reaching the imperial palace, let alone the throne, will be a dangerous undertaking.'' Tyraz - ''My forces are ready for it. This will be the first time that the empire encounters a full-force Brood assault, which we have practiced ever since the start of our proud civilization.''

Volkarus heads for the door and indicates for Tyraz to follow as they headed towards the auditorium.

Volkarus - ''Contact your council. if it is easier to speak via holograms so be it, there's just one last thing.'' Tyraz - And what is this, Volkarus? Volkarus - ''Elder Selessa is the only elder to have not descended, In fact she hasn't left her chambers since the last gathering... I still care for her my lord.'' Tyraz - ''Elder Selessa? Remind me who she is again.'' Volkarus - ''She was the woman who bellowed at you, who claimed you killed me. She doesn't even want to hear me and the others cannot convince her otherwise.'' Tyraz - ''Oh....her. What do you want me to do about it?'' Voklarus - ''I don't know... You know more of the nature descension than any of us. Then again she considers you responsible for what happened. You said yourself your family shunned you, tried to kill you. You know what it is like at the other end... What am i saying... such a suggestion is beneath someone of your power and majesty.'' Tyraz - ''Volkarus, she does not understand that Descension makes you all powerful! It makes you fierce and ever stronger! If she cannot see this, then it is her loss! If she is not willing to give up afterlife for a future where she will not die, then I cannot help you or her... No suggestion is beneath me. I care for my people. But she is of your people.'' Volkarus - ''She is also my mother. The ties of family and position my kin have are not as ingrained as they are in someone from outside such as you.'' Tyraz - Volkarus, are you saying you want me to teach the concept of Descension....to your mother? Volkarus - No. Now I must make sure everything is ready, you may contact the council of the brood if you so wish.

As Volkarus walks off in the direction of the auditorium Tyraz growled. Technically what Volkarus had asked him to do, depite denial, was to make an old woman understand the concept of descension. He turns to two guards standing nearby, beckoning the two of them to come forward. They approached out of obligation, saluting by pounding their fists on their left pecs. He approaches the two of them closely

Tyraz - You two are Descended yes? Guard 2 - Indeed sir. We are Master Volkarus' honour guard. Tyraz - You do know that your level of Descension is the same as his own?

The guards look at each other with uncertainty before turning back to Tyraz.

Guard 1 - We were not aware sir. Guard 2 - We were unaware there are varying levels, sir. Tyraz - ''Indeed, there are levels. Volkarus was keeping this from you...so you wouldn't turn on him. I am stronger than Volkarus, because I Descended him. Do not tell him I have told you this, however.'' Guard 1 - ''We would never consider turning on him my lord. We have sworn to protect him at any cost.'' Tyraz - ''Why do you protect him? The two of you combined are more powerful than he is. Does you culture not measure worthiness of rank by strength?'' Guard 2 - No my lord; We both come from lines devoted to protecting the master of the house. Guard 1 - Such methods of rank are crude. Tyraz - ''I have you know that my culture determines leader by strength. And look where we are at the moment.''

The guards once again look at each other, trying oe make sense of Tyraz' words.

Guard 1 - Master Volkarus has achieved his position through merit not by how strong he is. Tyraz - ''Then he is not very strong. He has only become strong due to my intervention. And if your leader is not strong, how do you ever hope to survive?'' Guard 1 - ''House Khaxvis has been led by such leaders before. We have always survived.'' Guard 2 - Always triumphed. Tyraz - If that is so, how come your leader's throne is being sat on by an Ultanos? Guard 1 - ...We lack the raw power, but we will triumph from the gift you have bestowed upon us! Tyraz - ''You have the attitude of a true leader! But Volkarus....He will do nothing but lead you into an age of cowardice. He fears the Inquisition and the senate. He can destroy both with this gift, but he refuses to! He is too much of a coward! He lives in fear of them....That is not the attitude of a leader....'' Guard 2 - We would never turn on Master Volkarus and violate our oath. Guard 1 - ''By doing so we would instantly become houseless. A fate worse than death...''

Their discussion was interrupted when an aide of Volkarus walks down to announce to Tyraz that everything was ready in the auditorium. Tyraz turned to aknowledge the woman, who replied that he would attend shortly. As she headed back Tyraz continued to convince the Honour Guard

Tyraz - ''It would not matter. You can experience no death while Descended, unless by my hands or somebody stronger. Also, with such strength you could form your own house...'' Guard 1 - ''*nods slowly* Unconventional but... perhaps.'' Gaurd 2 - We could forge our own immortal empire... Guard 1 - Don't be daft, you're not the kind for such patience. Tyraz - ''Gentlemen, you both have the attitude to be leaders....Overthrow Volkarus. He will do no good for the Khaxvis....'' Tyraz - ''Trust me....Volkarus will do no good for the kin. He may seem strong, but he is weak. The two of you could overthrow him....And you could both rule an immortal empire that will purge all xenos and heretics within this galaxy.....'' Gaurd 2 - My lord...
 * The guards are left looking at each other with concern* Guard 1 - Should we really put desire over duty?

The guard hilts his head in the direction of the auditorium, indicating that Tyraz was needed elsewhere. Tyraz nodded back. Within the centre auditorium was a hologrpahic projector showing an image of a ring-shaped construction. This construction surrounded what looked like an image of a black hole, as Tyraz entered Volkarus was informing the attendees of the structure's nature and purpose.

Vokarus - ''As my kin know this device is perhaps one of the most important constructions in imperial history; Functioning as wormholes to other secotrs and as a power source. Even in the border-sectors the Talon Navy makes every precaution it can to protect them and to control traffic.'' Tyraz - ''If we destroy them, we cut off the Talon Navy. If we gather them all together then ambush them, it will serve a great blow to the empire.'' Volkarus - ''These 'Senvinus Reactors' are completely autonomous. Any ship wishing to travel through must contact gateway command nearby or they risk crushing themselves within the singularity. So far we can sneak ships through but an entire armada is an entirely different-'' Tyraz - ''If we destroy these reactors, the Talon Navy has nowhere to go. Then we launch an assault on the gathered Talons, completely destroying them.'' Volkarus - ...The reactors, my lord, are the primary form of intersector travel, we need them as much as the Imperial Talon Navy does. Elder Kathelia - If they were designed to prevent being destroyed by a black hole what chance do our, even your, guns have? Tyraz - ''The Brood offers similiar technology. How do you think that we came from Borealis to Andromeda within such short time? We have Shidium! Much stronger than what the empire and Khaxvis has to offer!'' Elder Kathelia - ''Destroying the reactors is out of the question! We should be fortunate that maps of the gateway network are commonly available. Perhaps use one of them as an anchor point...'' Tyraz - Then let it get discovered and the entire Talon Navy rushes through? Volkarus - ''It would be temporary obviously. We could still take control of the gateways however that brings up another tactical problem.'' Tyraz - And what is that?

Vokarus switches the display to show an imperial battlestation. A wide disk in the centre with two large spires emerging from the poles.

Volkarus - ''These are battlestations. Orbital fortresses that can outmatch entire fleets in terms of firepower.'' Tyraz - They have yet to encounter Brood fleets. Volkarus - ''The empire will always have one or more of these orbiting each planet of the closest few star systems, the so-called 'gateway systems'. Along with one over each Senvinus Reactor.'' Elder kathelia - ''Volakrus was never specific about which fleets, the disk alone is several kilometres in diameter. redundant multiphasic shielding, countless turbolaser, gauss and missile batteries, regenerative armour, reinforced superstructure. The list of defences goes on.'' Tyraz - Then we must destroy them with Kaann, the most infamous ships within the Fleet of Ruin, capable of destroying entire planets. Vokarus - ''And then there are the fleets the ITN positions by each one. Alcanti itself has three of these stations in orbit and a fourth in the orbit of it's moon.'' Tyraz - ''This is where Descension comes in. *smiles* I teleport your army and myself to the nearest one, capture it, and then we have control of the area.'' Volkarus - ''Yes... The garrisons will be powerless! We can turn their own guns against them.'' Elder Kathelia - Wouldn't teleportation be negated by the shielding? Tyraz - ''Shielding against Descension? Please, you underestimate the powers that I have given you!'' Elder Katheia - ''I see... The council thought you were referring to using teleporters. *the elders nod* This is a suitable plan.'' Tyraz - ''Indeed. This campaign will be easy.'' Volkarus - ''We have two more things to consider: The Imperial Palace itself and the Blood Dragons. For milennia the Dragons have been a thorn in our side and we have been fighting a secret war with them for many generations since the Second House War.'' Tyraz - ''The Blood Dragons? Bah, I would like to see them fight against an army of immortals.'' Volkarus - ''True, but they could still pose an irritation. Dragons fight in pairs to constantly flank the enemy.'' Tyraz - No use in flanking if you cannot kill the one you are attacking. Volkarus - We will have other ground troops during the assault on the palace in order to draw fire, they could easily be cut down if unprepared. Elder Kathelia - ''Arsac is always looking for new ways to gain an advantage against her enemies. We must be prepared if they ever do find a counter to our abilities.'' Tyraz - ''There is one counter: Ascension. Luckily, only a few select people possess it, and Arsac is not one of them.'' Elder Kathelia - ''The empire still has the Divinarium to call as an ally. Rumours have leaked of what happened on Crepusculum...'' Elder Olorus - ''And there are stories the Inquisition holds thousands, if not millions, of potential psycics. Hidden away in some unknown corner of space.'' Tyraz - ''You do not know that the Brood are also allied with the Divinarium. We have them on call as well.'' Elder Olorus - It seems that the Clericarch will have to choose who to side with. Tyraz - ''Either that or she will choose neither and stay out of our petty conflict... Or at least to her, it is petty'' Volkarus - ''The empire is bound to call for aid the moment we are detected within imperial space. If you can influence the Clericarch to not side with Uriel and his ilk we stand a better chance.'' Tyraz - ''Indeed. But the Clericarch and I....Well, it is a personal matter.'' Volkarus - ''*Smiles* Uriel is bound to cower in the depths of his palace the moment we arrive. he may be a proud soldier but that is where he would make his last stand.'' Tyraz - ''You underestimate your enemy. That is the one flaw Zazane try not to make. You think he will cower before an immortal army? I have seen lower beings stand against them.'' Volkarus - ''Uriel is intelligent if anything. If battle can be avoided he will take that path there is one other place he may go *A partial floor plan of the imperial palace is displayed on screen* He is... productive to say the least. He may first head t othe palace's hatchery to protect his darling wife.'' Tyraz - You are prepared to slaughter his wife as well as Uriel? Volkarus - All of them must die, if we leave even one alive they will eventually return as we did. Tyraz - Hmmm....Excuse me a minute, I must get some fresh air...

Tyraz began to feel uncomfortable with this new alliance. Volkarus' obsession with house Ultoans' complete eradication - the idea he would happily kill someone's wife, an innocent woman made Tyraz uncomfortable - Volkarus decided to reconcile things with Tyraz, telling the council he would be back momentarily he followed Tyraz who stood in the corridor.

Volkarus - I take it killing his spouse unsettles you. Tyraz - I take the killing of any unarmed or innocent being or civilian as unsettling. Volkarus - ''The Ultanos did the same to my kin at the war's end, many were wxecuted in the central plaza. House Khaxvis has grown to be without mercy - Ultanos did not show us any so why sould we? She is Ultanos, that makes her the emeny!'' Tyraz - ''I am not one to kill children or civilians! I will kill any soldier or warrior without mercy, but slaughtering innocents?! You can do that yourself!'' Volkarus - ''She would not be completely defenceless. All Draconis spend a decade in military service upon reaching adulthood and she served her time long ago.'' Tyraz - ''Are you trying to convince me to kill her? Is it too hard for you to that yourself?'' Volkarus - Of course not, I'm certain you would understand better if you had lived through our history, If you understood what we had to do to survive! Tyraz - ''You dare speak to me like us Zazane have had an easy history? I assure you, Volkarus, we have not.'' Volkarus - ''Were the Zazane ever reduced to a mere 28 offspring? Did you ever have to not just live under the shadow of your conquerors but hide from them constsntly. Always vigilant for the next ambush or raid? We had to do everything we could to survive, that is why we hire so many mercenaries. I have so many underworld connections I could have built a shadow empire! That is why we are so liberal with genetics and cybernetics. We. Had. To. Survive!''

Such a lecture was the last straw for the Zazane. Without warning he outstretched his arms towards Volkarus' throat and wrestle a creature three times his size to the ground. Pinning the Draconis down he snarled and was clearly angered by Volkarus' comments and attitude.

Tyraz - ''You have to survive? Well, upsetting a Zazane warlord is not smart! Zazane have evolved to be the perfect war machines! There has never been peace in Zazane history! Always war!'' Tyraz - ''And if you think your wars were the greatest ever known, wrong! Every century, millions of Zazane died in our history! We had even had to go through abusing our females to make them breed faster!'' Volkarus - ''Not once have my kin rested in our quest Not once have we decided to keep quiet. We offered no mercy! We are very much alike my lord... Why do you think i sided with you?''

These words convinced Tyraz to back down. Climbing off from Volkarus he growled, his tail swaying from side-to-side.

Tyraz - ''The Brood will help you capture the empire battlestations. But that is it.'' Volkarus - Think deeply my lord. Not even our bodies differ for we are both perfection! But as you wish my lord... Tyraz - We may help you with ground conflict, but my Zazane will have no part in killing innocents. Volkarus - Very well, and for the record: Our battles with the Blood Dragons are nothing compared to what you have stated. Tyraz - ''The Gruggysul and Ungruggysul would've completely destroyed the Draconis race if they had managed to follow Zazane into this Universe.....They were our arch enemies. They were the ones who made us flee that Universe and reduced our numbers.'' Volkarus - ''We will handle storming the palace. Other than that I don't think there is anything major the Brood needs to know about. Unless you can think of anything?'' Tyraz - Nothing of the current moment...Just be careful of what you say, otherwise your tongue will be my next trophy! Volkarus - ''*Grunts with amusement* Noted. I must speak with Elder Selessa. The sooner I can convince her otherwise the better.'' Tyraz - ''Hmph. Do what you wish.''

As Volkarus headed for Selessa's chambers Tyraz returned to speaking with the two members of Volkarus' Honour Guard. He approaches them and whispers.

Tyraz - The sooner you attempt to overthrow Volkarus, the better. Guard 1 - ''But my lord... our oath...'' Tyraz - ''Shyrak to your oath! Volkarus is a dishonourable coward!'' Guard 2 -  Do you have proof? Tyraz - ''He claims himself honourable, yet is willing, even EAGER, to slaughter innocents! And he is a coward, trying to make me kill the wife of Uriel....He can do this himself!'' Guard 2 - ''Killing Alensia? *both shrug* the only good Ultanos is a dead one.''

Their conversation is interrupted when Volkarus telepathically infored both the Honour Guard and Tyraz that he had found an intruder within Selessa's chambers. Tyraz teleported directly into the room followed shortly by the Honour Guard. Against the wall was a mortal Khaxvis almost paralysed fear and hyperventilating, still overcome by the power Volkarus forced upon him. Elder Selessa stood in the corner in horror, watching her son effortlessly terrify the Draconis.

Volkarus - I found this turncoat talking to the Elder! Tyraz - You go deal with the people in the Auditorium, I'll deal with this turncoat! Volkarus - Understood, he's yours... Turncoat - ''Please... I was simply trying to spare the elder form damnation...''

Tyraz waited until Volkarus and his Honour Guards teleported from the room before he approches the turncoat, Releasing him from the wall.

Tyraz - Being, why have you betrayed the Khaxvis? Turnocat - Some imperial agent offered me asylum If I did something for him, when I found the elder crying in her room i had an obligation to help her... Selessa - ''Just... leave devil. He meant no harm!'' Tyraz - What did he want you to do? Turncoat - Uhh, just to look around... Tyraz - I am not going to kill you, and I am certainly not going to reveal anything to that coward, Volkarus. Turncoat - ''Wh-what? What are you going to do?'' Tyraz - Nothing if you tell me the truth! Turncoat - ''If that agent finds out... he might leave me here.'' Selessa - Perhaps I was wrong, perhaps there is some soul within you... Tyraz - *helps the turncoat up* Do you have family? Turncoat - Only those within the house. Tyraz - Give me a list of Khaxvis that are closest to you.

After standing up the turncoat walks over to Selessa's desk, with her nod of approval he writes a hasty list of names of his closest relatives. One of them however he noted as being Descended.

Turncoat - What are you going to do? Tyraz - I am going to convince them to come join you. Selessa - Why are you doing this? Tyraz - Because....My reasons are personal. Turncoat - ''Well... That agent agreed that if I provide him with intel about Khaxvis activities he would grant me asylum. When I found the elder I tried convincing her to seek asylum as well.'' Tyraz - You should go with him, Mistress Selessa. Selessa - ''Thank you Lord Breek. Perhaps you're not as cold as I first thought. However I cannot forgive you for what you did to Volkarus.'' Tyraz - ''Indeed...I apologize for Volkarus...It was a mistake what I did to him. I will find a way to stop him from doing something dishonourable and....agh, stupid.'' Selessa - He deserves punishment for his selfish actions. Tyraz - Indeed...Do not worry, I will make sure his punishment is swift and painless.... Turncoat - ''Those protrusions... would he be in pain?'' Tyraz - ''Those that lie on his shoulders and other parts of his body? No, they empower him by causing pain to him. Eternal pain can really empower a being....'' Selessa - ''The inquisition's motives have suddenly become a lot clearer... To endure such suffering must drive someone mad...'' Tyraz - Indeed....Even I went through a phase of insanity once....I have made a big mistake Descending your son, and I am sorry... Turncoat - ''A pardon may be possible but i don't think i've heard of the inquisition giving them out to somoene of.. your predicament.. Thank you again sir.

The turncoat guides Selessa from her room and they head towards the shuttle bay. Tyraz's tail sways as he realises the potential of redeeming himself of what he had one. As he headed back in Volkarus' direction one of the Honour Guard, positioned down the hall telepathically informed Volkarus of what he could see of Tyraz' actions. Upon hearing the news he was not pleased and prepared himself for controntation.

Monarchy: Draconis meeting
Alessa - Hello, this is Alessa Ultanos. Who may i ask is speaking?

Ganos - This is Ganos, of the New Zaretian Monarchy. IF you don't know who we are, good. We just arrived a few months ago. We want to colonize this galaxy in hopes that we can get resources and ship them back to our home galaxy.

Ganos - Me and my associates wanted to let's say make a few friends.

Alessa - It might take a little more than that for us to become freinds. Is there trouble in your own galaxy?

Ganos - We're... at war.

Alessa - I'm sorry to hear. I'm certain there is plenty of space as long as you do nmot interfere with out operations.

Ganos - Resources are running dim. Public relations of us. are going down as well.

Ganos- We also have a few invaders of our own.

Ganos - We just want to know a few things. There's a war out there and we can tell. Who's side are you on?

Alessa - My father sides with perserving order along with the Divinarium. Ganos - Hmmm interesting... who are you against exactly?

Alessa - An organisation calling itself the 'Legion of Bad men', ever heard of them?

Ganos - No. They sound like... savages... a thing we hate.

Alessa - They are, father is convinced their leaders keep the soldiers illiterate to control them more easily.

Ganos - Hehe, It's funny. My superiors say that soldiers that can read are 10% more useful on the field.

Alessa - Your father sounds like quite the strategist.

Ganos - Unfortunately, my father died serving the Monarchy. I've taken his place, now I Serve with honor.

Alessa - I'm sure he was a proud warrior.

Ganos - Enough of this. Tell me, could we possibly form a alliance?

Alessa - Very well, I apologise for sending us off topic. Do you have any particular requests within this alliance?

Ganos - We'll fight by your side, if you tell me a little something... what do these artifacts do?

Ganos - My associates had located one in a secret location, and sadly. They were attacked.

Alessa - You know about them.. I've been told information on them is classified; only father and the senate have clearance.

Ganos - Very well... we'll assist you in this war. Maybe at some point your kind can assist us in extracting it.

Alessa - Father will be pleased with this news. I warn you that all vessels require clearence before freely using our wormhole network. Gateway command can get a bit agressive to unregistered vessels.

Ganos - Understood, we'll meet face to face soon. Now I must discuss this news with my superiors.

Ganos - Signing off.

Alessa - Of course, farewell.

A Sudden Renewal
The Wentals had, for now, attempted to remain withdrawn from the Andromeda War over the artifacts. Beyond capturing Masuri, who seemed to be strangely okay with it, they had chosen collectively through a vote of the populous that it was more important to rebuild themselves before interfering with others. However, unknown to any but the Meta and Kuhera, an old friend was starting to revive, and only needed a little push to jump back up. This friend had a tendency to take thins to the extreme, and was effectively the Meta's more extreme emotions.

The Wentals all across their empire were about to experience something scary. Out of no where, every Meta across the entire Wentals Empire dropped like a rock, out cold. The first thought of others was that this was some new nanotech plague, and the Meta just happened to be the most vulnerable to it. Then those who lived in planets with large Meta populations saw the Worldforests that the Meta had planted, in memory of the supposedly dead Worldforest Mind, springing to life in a way not seen since the destruction of Teron.

At the same moment, deep within them, every Meta felt the Mind rekindle into a bright and angry fire. The Worldforest was back, and, as it had been before, it was extreme. This time, it sought out revenge and war. This time, the Forest Mind wanted nothing but the destruction of those which had hurt it and it's friends, the Meta. The Iteok must pay. The TIAF must pay. The Universe must pay.

Dylan was the first to wake from the coma his people had fallen into. His first thought was not for his people, nor his allies, but of revenge. He woke up angry, and knew instantly what he wanted. He wanted Masuri gone. Masuri had broken all the rules. Masuri had even gone so far as to attempt torture of one of Dylans people, a Meta! Dylan could not allow this to continue.

??? - *comm* We were told you have some information. Dylan - ''Yes. I can tell you where Masuri is, and all the codes needed to capture him.'' ??? - Why are you giving out this information? Dylan - ''Masuri thinks that he is safe. he thinks he can do anything. He will learn how foolish such actions are. I cannot punish him, but you can.'' ??? - ''We will send an escort. He will be in safe hands don't worry. Ending transmission.  Dylan - ''Wait. I would like to be sure that none of the guards are killed. No EMPs or lethal force. Such will not end well with my people.'' ??? - We will ensure that no harm comes to the guards. Dylan - ''Very well. Masuri deserves this fate.''

Before anyone fully understood what was going on, Dylan had, in secret, sent the location of Masuri to the Draconis, to let them deal with him as they wanted. He didn't even pause to think about what the result of that would be.

All across the Wentals, the symptoms of the Worldforest Mind were swift and complete. On their own, neither the forest nor the Meta were dangerous or emotional, but when put together they became a combustable and potent mix. They were mixing, and all hell was preparing to break lose once more...