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'''Time's Terminus''' refers to the final chapter in the Conflict of Time between Vyro'Nazdea, also known as {{captain|Volzara}}, and Vyro'Ralzora, also known as {{captain|Zargoth}}. Wishing to settle the conflict once and for all, Zargoth launches a series of attacks in which he destroys countless universes and timelines, in order to confront Volzara in a final battle and destroy her.
 
'''Time's Terminus''' refers to the final chapter in the Conflict of Time between Vyro'Nazdea, also known as {{captain|Volzara}}, and Vyro'Ralzora, also known as {{captain|Zargoth}}. Wishing to settle the conflict once and for all, Zargoth launches a series of attacks in which he destroys countless universes and timelines, in order to confront Volzara in a final battle and destroy her.
   
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From the very top of the Shining Tower, on a late summer evening, the view of the Golden City was truly a sight to behold. A bustling yet very clean and sleek metropolis, this city was the peak of civilization, the envy of the universe. From here was the sight of a vast, impressive cityscape, covered with bright neon lights of the buildings below, and thousands of flying vehicles rushing to get from one place to the next. A city of people who, of all classes, enjoyed comfortable, luxurious lives, well-looked after by their government.
 
From the very top of the Shining Tower, on a late summer evening, the view of the Golden City was truly a sight to behold. A bustling yet very clean and sleek metropolis, this city was the peak of civilization, the envy of the universe. From here was the sight of a vast, impressive cityscape, covered with bright neon lights of the buildings below, and thousands of flying vehicles rushing to get from one place to the next. A city of people who, of all classes, enjoyed comfortable, luxurious lives, well-looked after by their government.
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''To my fellow Ottzelloans, both those who voted for me and those who did not, today we begin to celebrate the dawn of a new era. An era which has eluded us for far, far too long. After millennia of war, chaos, poverty, and strife, now we Ottzelloans have earned that which we have longed for: an age of prosperity!''
 
''To my fellow Ottzelloans, both those who voted for me and those who did not, today we begin to celebrate the dawn of a new era. An era which has eluded us for far, far too long. After millennia of war, chaos, poverty, and strife, now we Ottzelloans have earned that which we have longed for: an age of prosperity!''
   
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Many decades ago, during the {{ficton|Second Borealis Galactic War}}, the populous, bustling metropolis planet Fadaj, and its star system, had been entirely obliterated by the {{fiction|Xi'Arazulha}}. The planet was later repaired with a combination of the Vyro'Narza's godlike time powers, and the Ioketa's less impressive but still comendable powers, and then resettled and restored as a bastion of prosperity and progress in Ottzello since the dreaded war. In the timeline the alt-Loron hailed from, its story was much different.
 
Many decades ago, during the {{ficton|Second Borealis Galactic War}}, the populous, bustling metropolis planet Fadaj, and its star system, had been entirely obliterated by the {{fiction|Xi'Arazulha}}. The planet was later repaired with a combination of the Vyro'Narza's godlike time powers, and the Ioketa's less impressive but still comendable powers, and then resettled and restored as a bastion of prosperity and progress in Ottzello since the dreaded war. In the timeline the alt-Loron hailed from, its story was much different.
   

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Everything is temporary. Everything has a beginning, and everything will end. Time will now reach its conclusion.

- Zargoth

Time's Terminus refers to the final chapter in the Conflict of Time between Vyro'Nazdea, also known as Volzara, and Vyro'Ralzora, also known as Zargoth. Wishing to settle the conflict once and for all, Zargoth launches a series of attacks in which he destroys countless universes and timelines, in order to confront Volzara in a final battle and destroy her.

Chapter 1

The Beginning

From the very top of the Shining Tower, on a late summer evening, the view of the Golden City was truly a sight to behold. A bustling yet very clean and sleek metropolis, this city was the peak of civilization, the envy of the universe. From here was the sight of a vast, impressive cityscape, covered with bright neon lights of the buildings below, and thousands of flying vehicles rushing to get from one place to the next. A city of people who, of all classes, enjoyed comfortable, luxurious lives, well-looked after by their government.

For Prince Zargoth, this was something he had grown used to. Living in the palace situated at the center of the Golden City, the capital of the Taldar Empire, he had become familiar with the empire that his father, Emperor Zogrith, had built. A government so stable and so secure, with a people living such lavish lives, it was the envy of history. This was the peak of the Taldar.

Zargoth hadn't come to the top of this tower to admire the view from the second-highest point in the city. He'd come here to dine. Atop the Shining Tower was the most famous fine dining establishment in the galaxy, both for its food, and for its price. As he greeted the waitress at the front door, ready to show him to his seat, he wore the smile that he was well-known for. A smile that all the women admired, and the men envied.

  • Waitress - Prince Zargoth! It is an honor, your highness.
  • Zargoth - The honor's all mine, being served by a beautiful lady such as yourself. Will you be showing me to my seat?
  • Waitress - But of course. When I saw a reservation was made for Zargoth and one other, I made sure the rest of the staff were on their best behavior! It's been about fifteen minutes since your reservation, but we kept it just in case.
  • Zargoth - No need to worry about it. I may be a prince, but I'm as much of a citizen as you are. Sorry I got here late.
  • Waitress - So, what brings you to Shining Tower?
  • Zargoth - Well, actually, I've got a date.

The waitress couldn't hide her envy, as the prince continued to smile. Though well-dressed, he was very relaxed and casual in his demeanor, almost seeming out of place in an upper-class restaurant. He seemed much more earthly than what one would expect of a prince. The waitress took him to his reservation and sat him down across the table from an empty seat.

  • Waitress - Whoever she is, she's a lucky one.
  • Zargoth - Trust me, the lucky one is me.
  • Waitress - Should she be arriving soon?
  • Zargoth - I hope so. Most times, a lady shows up at least thirty minutes before I do. Sometimes a lot longer. Guess they're normally eager for the opportunity. Not this one, she's even later than I am. She's special.
  • Waitress - The seat was booked under your name. Anything I should look out for to find who this lady is?

Zargoth grinned a little, and turned back to the waitress.

  • Zargoth - You'll know who she is when she gets here.

The waitress nodded a little, and walked back nervously, still feeling immense pressure from having to serve a prince. But as Zargoth had said, she immediately knew who his date was as she arrived. By Taldar standards, the woman was truly beautiful, catching the admiring gaze of many of the patrons as she walked by in a regal dress towards Zargoth's table, and taking a seat. Zargoth simply sat in silence as she took her seat, admiring her. Though well-dressed, much like Zargoth, she had a very casual demeanor. The two of them were still young adults.

  • Zargoth - You're late, Miss Volzara.
  • Volzara - Doctor Volzara, thank you. I'm sorry, Prince Zargoth, I got a little caught up in my work.
  • Zargoth - I figure. For someone to be part of my dad's personal research group, I bet you're busy all the time. You know, researching.
  • Volzara - Yeah, something like that, I guess.
  • Zargoth - So, been here before?
  • Volzara - No, actually. No way my family could afford it. Even though the lower classes are very comfortable, we can't just take a trip to the most prestigious restaurant in the entire empire, can we?
  • Zargoth - Yeah, figure most folk don't get to come here often, unless they're filthy rich from owning property, from working for my dad's personal guard, or--
  • Volzara - Or on a date with a prince?
  • Zargoth - Girl, you took the words right outta my mouth.
  • Volzara - If your goal is to impress me, then, you didn't do a bad job. I love the view from up here. This city is truly beautiful.
  • Zargoth - The city ain't the only beautiful thing in my sights right now.

Volzara chuckled a bit, shyly, while Zargoth looked visibly impressed. Most of the time when dating a woman, they were falling over themselves to please him, really anxious not to lose the opportunity of being made a princess. But here, this woman wasn't attempting that. He could level with her, and talk to her as an equal.

Or at least, he thought, because after some brief small talk, Volzara instantly phrased a quite accusatory question to him.

  • Volzara - So, I know you didn't just bring me up here to flatter me and then take me home for the night. Trust me: I know by now when that's what a man is trying to do.
  • Zargoth - You don't think I'm attracted to you?
  • Volzara - No, I still think you are. I just think that wasn't the reason you invited me here.
  • Zargoth - You're onto something. Well, truth be told, Volzy, you are quite the looker, but--
  • Volzara - But if you just wanted quick sex with a hot girl then you're not exactly short of options.
  • Zargoth - I was gonna put it a little less bluntly than that.
  • Volzara - Your father set you up with me because he's suspicious of my team. Of the research we're doing. We may be his personal team, working on his personal top-secret project, but he doesn't have much control over us. In fact, because we aren't an official government agency, there's so little oversight over us. And that scares him.
  • Zargoth - Look, just because my dad wants me to spy on you, doesn't mean I will. I can lie to him if I have to. I don't really know what secret projects my dad has working, or why he has the Empire's top scientists in a secret team that get paid ten times the rate of any other organization, but I want to know at least what the gist of it is. And besides, when he's gone, I'll have to take over from it, right? He's been around a long time.

Volzara sighed a little.

  • Volzara - And here I was told you weren't naive.

She paused a little, before deciding if she should explain anything to him. Ultimately, she choose to discuss it a bit more. Partly because if Zargoth reported to his father that she'd imparted nothing, he'd get much more suspicious. But also, partly because she was familiar with the male gaze at this point. She could tell he had genuine admiration, and that maybe she was in a position to win him over.

  • Volzara - You've been taught about time travel, yes?
  • Zargoth - Yeah. It was one of the first things I learned in school. The Taldar did discover how to travel to the past, but the short of it is, you can't change the past. If you go back and change the past, you don't actually change time, at least, you don't change the time you came from. You just change relative space for different people, and effectively create a branching timeline.
  • Volzara - Yes, that is correct. But your father never accepted that premise.
  • Zargoth - So... He's funding your group to find a way to time travel that could actually change the past?
  • Volzara - He's funding us because he's found a way. After millions of years.

Zargoth leaned back a little, stroking his chin. He never lost eye contact with Volzara, other than to place his order with the waitress. Volzara seemed a little awkward discussing her work with anyone, but she'd not imparted anything yet that could incriminate her. Once their drinks arrived, she continued the conversation.

  • Volzara - There are different spatial dimensions as defined in mathematical, geometric space. We occupy third-dimensional space. We perceive everything in three dimensions, and anything above that would be beyond our comprehension.
  • Zargoth - Can't say I ever learned about there being more than three...
  • Volzara - The fifth dimension has been theorized by the Taldar for years, but mocked as a rather silly concept. The proposition would be that as well as our third dimension coordinates in geometry - x, y, and z - there's a fourth and fifth. The fourth is unimportant; it's our coordinates mapping our place from realspace compared to the hyperspace plane, what you use for space travel. But the fifth is our coordinate as mapped across time.
  • Zargoth - Interesting... So from the fifth dimension, us three-dimensional beings are basically mapped in our position from space, as well as from time.
  • Volzara - Right. Internally, we refer to that as our "holodata"; our "holographic" "data" is mapped along time from fifth-dimensional "holospace".
  • Zargoth - So if one could work out what our fifth-dimensional coordinates are...
  • Volzara - Then one could work out how to move back and forward in time, within the same timeline.
  • Zargoth - You love finishing my sentences, don't you?
  • Volzara - Maybe I just love figuring people out. Working out how they think, and what they're gonna say next.

Zargoth was at this point truly fascinated by Volzara. This was an entirely new feeling for him: fascination by what someone had to say, with a longing to hear her say more. He desperately wanted to hear what she had to say, not because of some ulterior motive, but because it truly piqued his interest. Both in the topic, and in the girl discussing them.

  • Zargoth - So my dad wants you to make a time machine that can actually change the past, by changing his fifth-dimensional coordinates to another, and subsequently altering everything mapped to the spatial x-y-z-realspace coordinates that occur after those fifth-dimensional time coordinates, to basically rewrite history?
  • Volzara - It is his obsession, and we're close to cracking it. We've even found a way to interface with this holodata ourselves. Some kind of energy that interfaces with it. My team calls it "Chronoscopic energy". An energy that, if harnessed by mere three-dimensional beings like us, can alter that holodata as mapped in the third dimension. It's not nearly sufficient enough to change time, but it can do things like, say, freeze time for a few seconds, speed up time on an object for a minute, you know, stuff like that.
  • Zargoth - Can it speed you up next time so you get to your date on time?
  • Volzara - Funny, but yes. More importantly though, it taught us something.
  • Zargoth - What's that?
  • Volzara - That changing the holodata as mapped from the fifth dimension is a very, very dangerous game. Merely using Chronoscopic energy for such tiny changes causes major shifts in fifth-dimensional space, so to change time on the scale that your father wants would cause seismic, monumental changes.

Volzara had been ambivalent about talking in-depth about her research at first, but she was beginning to thoroughly enjoy it. This, too, was a new feeling to her; that she could talk about her passion to someone who was interested and who was listening to her. Typically, if she did tell anyone, they were nodding along and waiting impatiently to get to the next point, and if it was a man who was interested in her, they were even less interested. Much to her surprise, Zargoth was fascinated by both.

As their meals arrived, the two tucked in on well-done steaks, created not from animal meat, but generated in a lab to provide the exact perfect taste that would seem filling to those who dined on it. Volzara was beginning to loosen up, while Zargoth only wanted to hear more.

  • Zargoth - It's dangerous then, huh.
  • Volzara - Your father has been obsessed with it. For the millions of years he's kept himself alive.
  • Zargoth - So I did hear you right when you said "millions".

As they finished eating, Volzara looked out at the windows from the tower, smiling. Zargoth followed her eyes and looked out himself.

  • Zargoth - Magnificent city, ain't it?
  • Volzara - Yeah, but have you ever wondered how it got this way?
  • Zargoth - Well... because my dad is a great emperor? Because he's brought peace and justice to the Taldar for the last one hundred years, bridged the class divide that plagued us for so long, and empowered the greatest minds in Taldar history like yours to become truly wonderful inventors?
  • Volzara - That's the story you grew up with, and all of us grew up with. But for countless other timelines, the future of the Taldar Empire under your father's rule is ruin.
  • Zargoth - I'm not sure what you mean.

Volzara had perhaps said too much, but she was past the point of being cautious. She had Zargoth's trust, fully. Or at least, the safe knowledge that if he were to use her words against her, that she had some leverage.

  • Volzara - In the first timeline your father came from, the Taldar Empire was destroyed in a civil war under his reign. A class conflict by led to an uprising, the death of the queen, and finally surrender as his parliament took over and created the Taldar Republic.
  • Zargoth - So what did he do next?
  • Volzara - He traveled through time. But using the standard way, they only way he knew how. So when he traveled through time, seized rule from his past self, and led the Taldar Empire in a much more totalitarian direction, he hadn't changed the timeline he came from. He'd just made a new one.
  • Zargoth - And he kept doing that?
  • Volzara - The first time, he turned the Taldar Empire from a constitutional monarchy to a dictatorship. With a firmer iron grip on power, he thought, no one could threaten his rule. And it worked, for a bit, but he couldn't stop the uprising that followed. You can't keep people fooled under a dictatorship for long.
  • Zargoth - Have to say, I have a hard time imagining my dad being brutal towards his people. Given how, y'know, they're so well looked after.
  • Volzara - Your father realized after two more time jumps that his error was not that he'd gone too strict, but that his premise was flawed. To prevent an uprising, he would have to take away the reason for such an uprising to begin with. He would have to keep all of his people happy. The people, the parliament, the generals, the banks, everyone.
  • Zargoth - And that took him a few tries, huh.
  • Volzara - Several. Each time, learning from his mistakes, working to create the utopia that would keep him in power. All the while, lengthening his life any way he could.
  • Zargoth - Obsessed with power?
  • Volzara - I thought that at first. But then I realized when examining the fifth dimension myself that he was taking a lot of the research with him. That's why the Taldar are so advanced; this technology we have now is from thousands of timelines worth of developments.
  • Zargoth - All the while, he wanted to find the way to do time travel properly. So he wouldn't create new timelines each time. So he could create his perfect timeline, without leaving several in ruins.
  • Volzara - Indeed.

Zargoth's calm fascination with her had turned a little sour. His smile had turned to a much more stern expression. It wasn't that he thought she was lying, she seemed too genuine for that. But that she would shatter his entire worldview over steak and a few drinks was something he didn't take kindly too.

  • Zargoth - Lemme get this straight. My father, the benevolent ruler of the Taldar Empire, adored by his people, is hiding a dark past as a dictator in which he slaughtered millions of people and left others in poverty?
  • Volzara - You're missing the part where he made backroom deals and ordered assassinations of those he'd seen in other timelines would be threats to his power, but yes.
  • Zargoth - Sorry, but he's a good man. I simply don't believe it. I don't believe he'd be so mad for power.
  • Volzara - Oh, it's not for power, although most in my team think so. But I know precisely why he's doing it.
  • Zargoth - Go on.

Volzara paused before she said her next line. Normally, people didn't believe her, but perhaps Zargoth would.

  • Volzara - Because he blames himself for the death of his queen. He feels immense guilt. Guilt that overshadowed the guilt he felt for the people whose lives he ruined. And he will stop at nothing to bring her back.

Zargoth leaned back in a little, pondering what she had said. His father had always talked about another wife he'd had before he'd met his mother, but never went into specifics. If anything, this part of the story made her story far more plausible to him.

  • Zargoth - Driven to commit atrocities, all for a lost love.
  • Volzara - Yeah. Just think about it. Hundreds of timelines out there, all in which people are right now suffering under a brutish regime, all because your father thought that was the best way to prolong his life and his research in order to get his queen back.
  • Zargoth - You are quite the remarkable woman, Volzy.
  • Volzara - Heheh, "Volzy"? That's a new one. Only my best friends call me that.
  • Zargoth - You suggesting I just became one of your best friends over dinner?
  • Volzara - Mmmmmaybe.
  • Zargoth - That's a shame. I was kinda hoping for something, y'know... a little more than that.

Zargoth's smile came back, as Volzara chuckled again shyly. It took a lot on a first date to really impress her, with how many times she'd been let down. But it wasn't the food or the view that caught her attention, it wasn't Zargoth's status as a prince, and it wasn't the charm he had that was so legendary among the Taldar. It was his interest in her work, something she'd never seen before. Volzara knew for certain that Zargoth was genuine in his fascination.

  • Zargoth - How do you feel about going on another date after this? Maybe you can tell me a little more about this fifth dimension.
  • Volzara - Gladly. Though, as much as I appreciate you taking me out here, and it is a nice view, it's extremely tiring getting ready and putting on formal wear to come to places like this.
  • Zargoth - You know, I was thinking the same thing. I may be raised in a palace, but fancy dinners like this aren't the place for me.
  • Volzara - Yeah, and I loved the steak and all, but it all feels a bit much. I prefer something a little simpler.
  • Zargoth - So do I, y'know. Say, why don't we hang out on one of the lower streets of the city and I'll show you my favorite meal?
  • Volzara - Is it pizza?
  • Zargoth - Course it is.
  • Volzara - Right answer. That's my favorite dish too.
  • Zargoth - Girl, you are remarkable.

The two left in higher spirits than when they'd arrived. At first, they'd both been cautious of each other; Volzara had had enough of men trying to win her over, and Zargoth hadn't really expected a date set up by his father to go anywhere, even though he had been impressed by her looks. But as the two returned home - Volzara to her house in the suburbs, and Zargoth to his palace - the only thing they could think about was each other, and the sheer possibilities of the fifth dimension.

This was the spark of something beautiful.

An Era Shortlived

To my fellow Ottzelloans, both those who voted for me and those who did not, today we begin to celebrate the dawn of a new era. An era which has eluded us for far, far too long. After millennia of war, chaos, poverty, and strife, now we Ottzelloans have earned that which we have longed for: an age of prosperity!

This was the speech given by president Fullix Halcrum at Grenzaar City, the golden metropolis and capital of Ottzello. A Heeyorian with a sturdy build and wearing a business suit, Halcrum had enjoyed a meteoric rise to fame and made his way quickly through positions in the government of the Union Republic of Ottzello. Though feared initially to be coasting by on his unmatched charisma and dealmaking that had allowed him to quickly become elected as Governor Halcrum, he quickly proved his competence by overseeing huge economic growth in his state, through pragmatic policies. It also just seemed like the perfect time to become elected President,

Among those in his inauguration crowd was Yogtam, who watched with conflicted feelings. Yogtam was a former Leader of the late Unified Nation of Ottzello. Despite the massive success the Unified Nation made in bringing the formerly bitterly-divided Ottzelloans together, the organization was now unpoplar with the people due to the extremely draconian policies it had enacted on its citizens, spying on them through nanomachines forcibly injecting them in their body to create an illusion of social cohesion. Yogtam's reputation had somewhat soured due to his association with the Unified Nation, but he remained popular among his Inalton kind, who had a great deal of respect for him as a war veteran. A veteran who was, of course, unhappy with Fullix's promise to drastically cut military spending to a fraction of what it once was under the Union Republic, let alone the Unified Nation.

Still, it was hard to argue with Halcrum's reasoning. The broader Borealis Galaxy had mostly settled into peacetime since the War of the Ancient Three, with most of the threats that once plagued the galaxy long-since deceased. And the Ottzello Sector, once viewed as a dystopian pit of an already dystopian galaxy, was beginning to follow suit. The days of the mastermind criminal Falrik Zaarkhun's threat to the sector, Da Rogue Boyz' frequent hostilities, or the demonic invasions to the galaxy, had long-passed. So while Halcrum's reasons for joining the rest of the Polar Crystal Alliance in opting to celebrate peacetime by reducing spending on weapons had undoubted appeal, Yogtam's years of seeing brutal conflict up close meant he largely disagreed with any forms of disarmament.

However, Yogtam had always been the quiet one in the room, watching intently as things unfolded. So he watched Fullix Halcrum's speech with his eyes wide open, guarded, and ready for any new threat to rise, however soon.

  • Fullix Halcrum - I thank you all for electing me as your new president, and I am deeply and profoundly grateful for the opportunity. To those who voted for me, and those who did not, I will be a president for all of you!

Applause erupted from a crowd of excited Ottzelloans. As was typical Union Republic tradition, following the inauguration speech by the new president, the three most prominent opposition candidates would give their own speech in response, encouraging unity:

  • Kralgon Emperor - I may have chosen to step up to lead the Federalist Party in opposition of your plans for disarmament, but I respect the choice Ottzello has made in this election. I urge our supporters to continue to advocate for a strong national defense, but to work together to deliver a prosperity that we all want. We shall ensure our nation remains secure.
  • Talyama - As the presidential candidate for the Social Democratic Party, I advocated the Galotian values I had always believed in: kindness, respect, compassion, and cohesion. I may have strong policy disagreements with Fullix Halcrum, but I know that he shares many of these values and wants a better Ottzello for all. I look forward to working with him and to the vigorous debates where we will shape Ottzello's future together.
  • Zr'Ahgloth - HIS MOMS UGLI AN I WANNA RECOUNT. SHOULDVE VOTED ME FER FREE PIZZA SMH

But just as they left the stand, and Fullix Halcrum returned for a few final words, his head was blasted right open.


A panic ensued as alarms immediately rung. It seemed impossible for a sniper to have both breached the defense forcefields surrounding the event, and evaded the numerous scans performed by drones monitoring the area with a perfect coverage of the area. But there Fullux Halcrum's corpse lay, before he had even taken up position as president, blasted straight between the eyes by a sharpshooter.

As the crowd looked around frantically to see where the shot could have come from, Yogtam turned to Tuolog, who had been attending the event with him. Tuolog, the wise leader of the Ioketa species and still the most respected Ottzelloan alive, had always known how to keep calm in situations of panic, being thoroughly disciplined in techniques to keep oneself grounded and logical even in the midst of great danger. But Tuolog's Chronoscopic senses were also so finely-tuned, moreso than any of the dozens of Ioketa already watching the inauguration, that for him to not have sensed anything was something that greatly concerned him.

  • Yogtam - Any thoughts on how they got in?
  • Tuolog - Only a single possibility.
  • Yogtam - Is it what I think it is?

Tuolog nodded with great concern, as he saw portals open behind him.

  • Tuolog - Time anomalies.

What emerged from these portals horrified everyone in attendance, for different reasons. It was clear that the attackers were Loron: the enormous, muscular figures, the sharp teeth, and the trained predator stalk eyes were easy markers. But these Loron, wearing fully-mechanized metal suits, were nothing like those from Ottzello. No saliva-filled hunger came from them, no chaotic wailing of their arms with their attacks, and no yelling insults or war cries at their opponents.

Instead, these Loron moved and acted with a precision that was unparalleled. Apparently well-practiced in some form of martial arts, these Loron had an agility and a speed in their movement that was impossible for the thousands of Union Republic security guards (most of which were themselves Loron) to keep up with. They moved swiftly, carefully, and in a way so coordinated with one another that it was entirely foreign. The audience were horrified for different reasons: most in fear at the skill of these attackers and their ability to very quickly mow down the security guards being sent their way with such ease, while others in disgust at how un-Loronly these attackers were.

To Yogtam and Tuolog, this was also a curiosity. When they served as Unified Nation of Ottzello Leaders with the Kralgon Emperor, the Kralgon Emperor had actually come to the conclusion that, though the nanomachine control and a training regime could turn the Loron into disciplined warriors, doing so was a fool's errand. This is because one of the great strengths of the Loron was their savagery, the brutish way they charged to battle without thought or care. Their means of overwhelming an enemy and striking fear into their hearts with loud brutish cries followed by highly aggressive attacks from the naturally immensely strong creatures.

To this day, no species of sentient beings in the known universe matched the natural strength of the Loron. These invaders kept that strength, but matched it with combat skills the likes of which no Loron—no, no Ottzelloan of any species—possessed. Perhaps the Kralgon Emperor had made an oversight, or something about these time anomalies was extremely concerning.

  • Yogtam - Know anything about them?
  • Tuolog - Unfortunately not. They must hail from different timeline to ours, but I no clue what that could be... I not mapped every timeline in existence.
  • Yogtam - Not a problem. I'm no stranger to fighting Loron. Can you find the source of the anomalies?
  • Tuolog - Yes, I will do so. You hold them off?
  • Yogtam - Yeah. If there's one thing I learned over the years... it's how to fight a Loron.

Yogtam immediately geared up his weapons. His arm-mounted plasma blasts appeared to be absorbed by the invading Loron's forcefields, but his other arm-mounted electric blasts were at least capable of disrupting them. Facing one of the invaders—a creature over twice his size, and ten times his strength, which could end his life with a single punch—was no easy feat, and Yogtam was much more used to Loron that he could run circles around, not ones running circles around him.

Fortunately for Yogtam, he was at least able to keep pace with them, and he used this to his benefit. By frantically parrying and dodging their attacks, he was able to hang on just enough to fire an electric blast into their eyes, allowing him to then fire a plasma blast into their armor's shield generator, and then into their heart.

It only took three dead invading Loron before the rest of the invaders circled Yogtam and chose him as their target. At the very least, it seemed, these invaders had retained the Loron's love of a challenge. But just before one of the invading Loron could pounce and attack Yogtam, it found itself picked up midair by a larger, beastly creature that proceeded to then slam it down on its knee and break its back in half, even through its powerful metal suit. To Yogtam's relief, that creature was none other than Zr'Ahgloth.

  • Zr'Ahgloth - SCROO DESE STOOPID POSAS PRETENDIN DEYZ LORON. DEY DISGUST ME WIV DEIR NINJA ATTAKS AN DEY LOOK LIKE DEYZ FROM MORTAL KOMBAT
  • Yogtam - Something tells me these Loron aren't anything like ours. Good to have you around, old buddy.
  • Zr'Ahgloth - YEH DEYZ WEIRD ALRITE. I BET DEY DIDNT EVEN VOTE FER ME SMH
  • Yogtam - Well, Tuolog's gonna figure out how they got through our defenses, so we'll tackle the root of the problem soon. In the meantime, how's about we team up to fight copycat dumbos just like the old days, eh? And pizza party afterwards?
  • Zr'Angloth - DEPENDS. WHO DID YA VOTE FOR IN DIS ELEKSHON
  • Yogtam - I like to keep my vote secret, but no, I didn't vote for you.
  • Zr'Ahgloth - DEN YOO BETTA PAY FER DA PIZZA

Between Yogtam and Zr'Ahgloth, it was hard to find two military leaders who were more different. Where Yogtam was quiet, cautious, and measured in his approach, Zr'Ahgloth was always the most impulsive. He and the Kralgon Emperor had a bloodlust that led them to leap towards violent solutions in almost every instance, and often to take the most simplistic military strategy of "run in and shoot them". This led them to frequently butt heads with Yogtam who preferred a more detail-oriented plan of attack. Zr'Ahgloth also kept the very typical Loron traits of having a total lack of manners, a tendency to hurl insults, and a lack of regard for others around him.

Nonetheless, over their long years as a Leader, Zr'Ahgloth had developed a soft spot for the others, and a sort of comradery that he retained with them. He had become fiercely loyal not just to the Loron, but the Union Republic as a whole. It was this loyalty, and his disgust of these invaders, that motivated his savage takedowns of the invaders before him. Though many could outpace and outmaneuver him, his brute strength far exceeded any other Loron, and his uncontrolled rage led him to tear them apart.

The group of 85 invaders had slain thousands of Ottzello security guards and mechanized defenses. But with the help of the two former Leaders and the reinforcements called in, they were eventually all dispatched, right around when Tuolog warped Yogtam and Zr'Ahgloth to a nearby building.


Yogtam and Zr'Ahgloth had worked with Tuolog long enough to not be disoriented by his abrupt teleporting them around. They knew quickly to next find their feet, and examine the area around them. They soon saw they had been taken to a skyscraper for the Great Clock Tower, a tower that not only kept time for the entire city, but was a monument to the Vyro'Narza, better known as the Taldar. The third-tallest building in the entire Borealis Galaxy, it made sense that if one had somehow management to infiltrate it, they would have a clear shot at the president.

The next thing they noticed was a foul and unfortunately familiar smell, followed by a chuckle that they had grown to despise just as much.

  • Tuolog - I should have known it you.

The chuckle grew louder and then erupted into laughter, as the figure from the shadows approached. Just as they suspected, it was Billig Oltauris, the obese criminal who had inherited Zaarkhun's legacy. Unfortunately for them, he had also inherited Zaarkhun's intellect. If anyone would know how to bypass the most advanced security computers in the galaxy, it was him.

  • Billig Oltauris - You should've, 'ey? But now, you see where it all ends...

As he spoke, he had his typical smugness, but seemed less guarded than he usually was. A conversation with Billig usually came with an air of tension, as one knew the cunning criminal would always have something up his sleeve. You were always in danger in Billig's presence. But for some reason, this time, Billig was waving somewhat of a white flag. He wasn't carrying any weapons with him, other than the sniper rifle that lay at his feet, completely unloaded. It had only held one bullet: the one he had just used to kill the president.

  • Zr'Ahgloth - I DUNNO WHER YOO GOT DOSE COPYCAT FREEKS FROM BUT PUT DEM BAK. I WULD CALL DEM COPYCAT DUMBOS BUT DEYZ NOT EVEN WORFY OF BEIN CALLED WANNABES COZ DEY SUK AT IT. DEYZ LIKE DA FAKE KNOKOFF WALMART VERSHON OF A LORON
  • Billig Oltauris - Oh, mate, they're Loron alright. They're the Loron she wanted.
  • Yogtam - "She"? Who is "she"?

Billig chuckled in pride, before gleefully answering. Normally, this kind of glee would be followed by a trap of his, but not this time. Instead, his glee came from how proud he was.

  • Billig Oltauris - Now who do yer think? What's the name of that chick you all worship? Volzara, of course! Them's the Loron she always wanted!
  • Tuolog - They from a timeline where the Loron were allowed to become intelligent?
  • Billig Oltauris - Oh, they ain't much smarter than your dumbass Loron. Nah, they still barely got anythin' in that large 'ead of theirs.
  • Zr'Ahgloth - OI MATE ILL HAV YOO KNO DA LORONZ IS DA SMARTEST. FIRST OF ALL, DEY VOTED FER ME. SECOND OF ALL, DEYZ CAPABLE OF COUNTIN ALL DA WAY TO DA HIGHEST NUMBA: TWELVE. WIVOUT MISSIN A NUMBA. FOURF OF ALL, DEY VOTED FER ME!!!!
  • Yogtam - So why kill the president? And why unleash time anomalies? You always have one agenda: yourself. So what is it this time? You're no stranger to playing with the spacetime continuum.
  • Billig Oltauris - That I ain't. An' I got no beef wiv President Fullix Halcrum, 'ey? But killin' him? That counts as a Branching Event in the Taldar's books.
  • Tuolog - A Branching Event... an event classified by the Taldar in which they consider significant enough to branch a timeline off from this, to where event did not occur or was different. It when the timeline splits in two.
  • Billig Oltauris - Yup! An' yanno what 'appens when there's a Branching Event and the Taldar be splittin' the timelines?
  • Tuolog - Spacetime weakens... It become vulnerable to attacks from the likes of you...

Yogtam growled in rage, ready to strike Billig down. This was unlike him: normally, Zr'Ahgloth was the more bloodthirsty one. But though Billig could sense that Yogtam was inches away from killing him, only held back by Tuolog wishing to hear him out, Billig did not raise a finger in defense.

  • Billig Oltauris - The spacetime continuum of this 'ole universe is collapsing now. I've sold you all out, 'ey? This be just another failed timeline, another that's gonna be purged off the map. You're all goin' down with it!
  • Tuolog - And what you get from this? You never wanted to destroy our universe before, even when you could.
  • Billig Oltauris - The Arbiter of Time 'imself made me an offer that's a little too generous to pass up. 'E guaranteed me a timeline of me own. A timeline in which I win. In which I become the richest and most successful man in the universe, 'ey?
  • Tuolog - The Arbiter of Time... the Ioketan word for Zargoth.
  • Yogtam - Oh, I'm sure your idol Falrik Zaarkhun rolls in his grave as we speak...
  • Billig Oltauris - That's because Zaarkhun 'ad principles, 'ey? Principles that 'eld 'im back. I don't got no such thing. So when Mr. Arbiter of Time offers to squash the beef, give me what I want, an' all I 'ave to do is destroy the universe I came from? Hell yeah, I'm takin' the deal!
  • Yogtam - So that's it? Destroy our timeline, on the promise you'll have your own?
  • Billig Oltauris - I don't gotta think about what 'appened 'ere. I never cared about the means to me fortunes, only that I get 'em. So you can do yer worst to me now. On the moment I die, I get taken to the timeline where I'm lappin' in luxury. A pile o' cash in me spaceship, a pile o' cash in me palace, a pile o' cash in me second palace away from 'ome when I get bored o' the first one, an' a pile o' cash in the dungeon where I keep me pets! I lie back all day, as me servants serve up the finest cuisine from around the universe, listin' all the plebs that tried ta take me throne that day, only ta get squashed like bugs!
  • Zr'Ahgloth - dat sounds decent if yor palace has a subscripshon ta netflix
  • Yogtam - You always sickened me... I regret not dealing with you sooner...
  • Billig Oltauris - Doesn't matter when ya did. I did me part 'ere: I shattered the barriers between this timeline an' the timeline that Volzara most favored. The one where she got the Loron she always wanted. Our timeline don't matter to 'er, coz it's another failure that almost gave us the Vyro'Ralza. It got inches away from Ottzello acceptin' Zargoth's offer ta transform Ottzelloans into the Vyro'Ralza, the things that been a thorn in Volzara's side for longer than any known universe existed. She don't care about this one! But her precious perfect timeline? Now it's gotten personal...
  • Tuolog - You mistaken. Volzara cares about all timelines, including ours. Something you never understood, for you never care about any but yourself. How fitting of you to end this way, Billig. As the pawn of another of Zargoth's vindictive games against Volzara.
  • Billig Oltauris - Hah... you think 'e'd go through all this trouble fer mere vengeance?... You ain't seen nothin' yet...

Before Billig could finish his sentence, Zr'Ahgloth broke his face with a single punch, before devouring him whole, and burping.

  • Zr'Ahgloth - yoo die as yoo lived: as food
  • Tuolog - We must be vigilant. It crucial that we repair the spacetime continuum. We've no idea what the consequences could be if we do not.
  • Yogtam - Right. Inform the Polar Crystal Alliance that Billig has fallen. At least we come away with some good news.

The Emperor and the Empress

Tuolog, Zr'Ahgloth, and Yogtam met with the Polar Crystal Alliance Council as the first point of order. The Council, sat upon their thrones, watched their arrival with great interest; contact between them and URO had been low for a long time, purely because there were no wars to worry about that required their attention. Sitting at the center was Semirian of the Zoles Imperium, flanked by the now-aging Xeron of the Niaka Special Forces and their own representative, Valzaria. Beyond them were Rylarien of the Seagon Cryptocracy, Gavikrag of the Ransio, Augustex of the Paladians and Nayanur of the Rovegar Matriarchy. And in the center of the chamber, the ancient Kormacvar Warmaster Arkarixus watched their arrival with an unreadable expression, as was common for him.

Though they were hardly unfamiliar with the Council by this point, and a meeting like this practically seemed routine, they couldn't help but feel as if something was different. As if this wasn't their typical "galactic threat comes to destroy Borealis" that they'd dealt with before.

As they arrived, they found the Kralgon Emperor waiting for them there. The Emperor had been another member of the old UNO Leaders who, like Zr'Ahgloth, had begun with a strong dislike of working with others that developed into a sort of comradery. Though he had been appalled by recent events, and felt vindicated after the presidential candidate who promised to cut the military was proven wrong mere seconds after assuming the presidency, he didn't let this pride cloude his judgment. It was time to focus on the task at hand.

  • Kralgon Emperor - There we are, my old friends. I knew I could count on your arrival.
  • Tuolog - Kralgon Emperor. Prepared well as always. I thank you for arriving. And Council, it good to see you again. I sorry that it be under such circumstances.
  • Semirian - It has been a long time since we last spoke, Tuolog. What can the Council do for you today?
  • Tuolog - Well, the first thing we have to report is good news. Billig Oltauris, leader of the Oltauris Consortium, is now deceased.
  • Kralgon Emperor - Yes, and we are done routing out the remainders of the Oltauris Consortium. It is effectively terminated.

A smile grew on the faces of the Council at the news, though Xeron instead raised an eyebrow.

  • Xeron - Wait a minute. You're telling me he was not' already dead? All this time?! I swear, our forces could be more competent than this.
  • Semirian - Billig took me hostage once. It brings me great joy to know he is finally gone.
  • Augustex - Aaah, so the last bastion of Wranploer piracy falls at last. It will only take a few years for order to finally be dominant in the Eastern Arm.
  • Nayanur - All fine and well, but I take you have more proof than your words, Ottzelloans? Forgive my bluntness, but it is a bold claim.

As if on cue, Zr'Ahgloth burped and coughed up a bone, which they immediately recognized as belonging to Billig: a Wranploer bone, but one that clearly struggled to support the weight of the obese man it belonged to.

  • Zr'Ahgloth - he tasted DISGUSTIN an i had ta wash my mouf wiv soap. I ONLY DO DAT TWICE A YEER
  • Nayanur - ... Urgh, you uncouth creature!
  • Valzaria - I see nothing has changed with you, Zr'Ahgloth, hehe.
  • Zr'Ahgloth - YEH IM STILL KIKIN ASS. btw yoo shuld vote fer me in da nex elekshon. also good ta see ya agen
  • Tuolog - Yes, it is good to speak once again, Valzaria. Though, I trust you have heard the less good news.

Before she could respond, Arkarixus came closer to the Ottzelloans, his arms crossed behind his back as he frowned.

  • Arkarixus - A Loron assault, orchestrated by Billig? Was it the Rogue Loron? I warned you, an attack from them would lead to their destruction.
  • Kralgon Emperor - We ruled out the Rogue Boyz very early on. Believe me, Arkarixus, I wished I could sit here and say "I told you so" as much as you do, but no. Not only are these Loron drastically different to the Rogue Boyz in everything from their methods to their armaments, they appear to have great biological differences from the Loron we know.
  • Valzaria - What are these Loron? Even the subraces we know like the Dark and Cold Loron are still biologically similar to the originals.
  • Tuolog - I investigate this, and it seem Billig tell truth: these Loron hail from a timeline in which they never tampered with. A timeline in which their growth in intellect was never stunted. In our timeline, the Loron had always been created by their female counterparts, the Norol, out of biological necessity: they there to protect Norol from the threats of their homeworld on Groodrub. Problem is they outpace the Norol in growth and overtake them.
  • Kralgon Emperor - The Norol in our timeline were overwhelmed, to practically become second fiddle to the very species they had created to protect them. But in this timeline, there had been nothing stunting their growth like in ours. In ours, Durzhan, working for the Vyro'Ralza, had deliberately altered the Loron to become mindless savage beasts that would wreak havoc on the galaxy. But in this timeline...
  • Zr'Ahgloth - dis all sounds a massiv pile of bull btw but ill let it slide cus i dislike dese noo loron mor dan i dislike yor story
  • Tuolog - In this timeline, they become grave threat indeed.
  • Xeron - So we're dealing with time traveling Loron... It's not even the first time, is it? So annoying.
  • Tuolog - That not entirely accurate. What Billig did was weaken the spacetime continuum, creating time anomalies. But these time anomalies far different than any we experience before. Typically, the anomalies cause random effects, are chaotic in nature, and entirely unpredictable. This time, all anomalies link to the same alternate timeline.
  • Arkarixus - And how do we solve this? I do not want yet another time anomaly war.
  • Tuolog - The only way I know how is to repair the cracks in space and time before the entire universe is destroyed. Either it can collapse from the rifts created, or the Vyro'Ralza can purge it for danger, should it become too unstable. We have to find a way to repair it.

The Councillors all looked at each other, nodding before turning back to Tuolog.

  • Semirian - The Council will aid in this endeavor to the best of its abilities.

Normally accustomed to staying silent in meetings like these, pondering and waiting to speak when he had gathered all the facts, Yogtam spoke next. He cleared his throat before delivering an impassioned response.

  • Yogtam - Council, I am grateful for your support, but I wish that you all know this: I have fought Loron for most of my life, and these... "alt-Loron" can barely be called such. They possess the same brute strength and the same endurance that far outclasses any live sentient race we know of, but they bring with them a discipline, a precision, and a coordination that is not even seen amongst our own Borealis species. They will be a far graver threat than we are accustomed to. I believe it is very likely that I will give my life to this cause. But I want you to know that in doing so, I am fighting to finally achieve the galaxy we had dreamed of since we started this very alliance. To finally achieve peace in Borealis. It has eluded us for so long.
  • Valzaria - Surely it doesn't need to come to that point, right? We have faced far worse than "smarter Loron". We will prevail as we always do.
  • Arkarixus - Whatever they may be, these invaders will meet the same fate as all those who tarnished Borealis before them; defeat.
  • Yogtam - I share your sentiment. But when I fought them myself, I couldn't help but feel like...
  • Zr'Ahgloth - LIKE I WAS FITIN A WALMART KNOKOFF VERSHON OF A LORON
  • Yogtam - Actually, more like the exact opposite of what he said.
  • Augustex - We must prepare accordingly, but we must not allow this enemy to intimidate us. That would be giving them a free victory.
  • Kralgon Emperor - Indeed. However... and I can't believe I'm saying this... I must make a final proposal to the Council before we adjourn the meeting.
  • Valzaria - Of course, go ahead.
  • Kralgon Emperor - We'll need experts here. Experts in fighting Loron. Of course, we have many of these within the Union Republic, but we still need all the help we can get. Therefore... I propose we ally with the Rogue Boyz against a common enemy.

The Council eyed the Kralgon Emperor but, perhaps somewhat surprisingly, there was no outrage or concern among them. Instead, Xeron let you a sharp laughter as he leaned back on his throne, and Algustex and Semirian both took a contemplative stance. Nayanur, however, contorted her face in mild disdain, though she did not vocally oppose anything.

  • Xeron - You want to use them as cannon fodder? Be my guest!
  • Nayanur - The "Rogue Boyz" are under your Republic's care. If you wish to use them for your advantage, it is within your rights.
  • Zr'Ahgloth - tbh i dont particularly like dem eitha but I LIKE DEM WAY MORE DAN DA WALMART LORONZ
  • Arkarixus - Keep them on a short leash. But beyond that, I see the tactical advantage of this decision.
  • Rylarien - Hmhm. Imagine us making this decision a few decades ago.
  • Valzaria - I would be the first to be appalled by it, for sure.
  • Kralgon Emperor - Oh, I think I'd be appalled sooner, but... Us Leaders, our time has long passed. We are all retired, save Zr'Ahgloth who keeps trying to run for president.
  • Zr'Ahgloth - AN I KEEP LOSIN COZ OF CHEETAS
  • Kralgong Emperor - So we'll need all the support we can, including from former enemies. I can't promise that this "alt-Loron" threat won't leak out to the rest of the galaxy, but if we can do nothing else, we will contain it to our sector and go down fighting.
  • Tuolog - The unpredictable nature of these time anomalies mean I have no possible way of foreseeing the future. But I know that this threat unlikely to be easy...
  • Arkarixus - It would be irresponsible to simply watch Ottzello fall. I will make contact with the Kormacvar Legacy and we shall keep a close eye on this invasion. Should it truly threaten the stability of Borealis, the Grox will be called for... pest control.
  • Kralgon Emperor - I love how you think, and I love every word you just said.
  • Zr'Ahgloth - i dont im pretty sure yor callin me dum BUT ANYWAY WAT NAO?
  • Tuolog - For now, we hold off Loron invasions while I look for a way to stabilize spacetime. There only one problem, however: we absolutely cannot make contact with Volzara under any circumstances.

Arkarixus raised an eyebrow, while the Council eyed Tuolog in confusion.

  • Arkarixus - This makes no sense. The Goddess should be the first to be involved in a spacetime problem of this nature.
  • Tuolog - Indeed. But if what Billig said is true, and he made a deal with Zargoth... I fear that is precisely what Zargoth is counting on. He wants Volzara here. He wants to kill her.
  • Arkarixus - Does he truly? The last time we witnessed them together, he faltered. Very hard, at that.
  • Zr'Ahgloth - hurhur i rememba dat he started CRYIN LIKE A BABY
  • Tuolog - Right, Volzara is his biggest weakness. He purge his emotions because he wish to purge his feelings for her, but he not able to. Now, he wish to kill her, by using us against him. And if what Billig said is true... the timeline that these alt-Loron came from was her preferred timeline, because those were the Loron she had first envisioned.
  • Xeron - Well, it's not like any of us have the means to contact Essential Gods to begin with.
  • Tuolog - We simply must deal with this alone if we possibly can, as we cannot risk falling into Zargoth's trap. Though, fear not. For I have an ace up my sleeve...
  • Arkarixus - And what would that be?
  • Tuolog - ...Sorry, but the fewer people who know of it, the better. We cannot risk Zargoth catching wind of it. Just know that I plan for this very circumstance and that I be ready when the time comes.
  • Arkarixus - Hmpf. Were it anyone else making such a claim, I would have swung them about by the head.
  • Zr'Ahgloth - alrite so i guess we go bug da rogue boyz an let tuolog figure out da problem
  • Nayanur - And by "we", you mean yourself.
  • Zr'Ahgloth - no i meen ma pizza delivery boi. yes i meen me dur
  • Nayanur - Then get to it already!
  • Yogtam - Thank you, Councillors. Meeting adjourned. I hope that next time we meet, we'll have good news to report.
  • Valzaria - Be strong, and be careful.

In Da Propa Big Rogue Krooza's command bridge, the mood was positively electric. Ever since the end of Da Insurrekshon, the Rogue Loron had taken extremely well to their new role as "inter-dimensional warriors", having almost entirely forgotten about their long-held beef in the Borealis Galaxy. By crusading across other universes looking for foes to vanquish, the Rogue Loron had gained somewhat of a reputation as an inter-dimensional band of space pirates.

So when they received a transmission from their home universe, and from Zr'Ahgloth, the reaction would not be a positive one. Rather, it would serve as a grim reminder of their old nemesis, whom they failed to vanquish.

The Leeda, Fre'kloar, burst into the room with rage, having just come back from a battle with an interdimensional beast dubbed the "Kraken of Unholy Deff" by the Loron. Though he had come out victorious, he slammed on the table as the other Loron, in the middle of their drinks, were interrupted.

  • Fre'kloar - I AM OUTRAGED. OUTRAGED BEYOND WORDS!!!!
  • Hagto'Zhl - FREKLOAR MAN WAT DA HELL IS YOO DOIN CANT YOO SEE WES HAVIN A BREAK

Fre'kloar pulled up the remote control and pointed it at one of the screens, which showed a login screen.

  • Fre'kloar - ONE OF YOO IDIOTS CHANGED DA NETFLIX PASSWORD AN NOW I CANT USE IT. SMH I WAS IN DA MIDDLE OF WATCHIN AVATAR: DA LAST GANGSTA
  • Drizz'pyrokirk - yo i like dat show cus dat geeza goes around shootin fire and ice at peepz. sik
  • Jol'kiar - YOO STOOPID KIDS. BAK IN MA DAY WE USED CABLE TV AND WE WAS HAPPI DAT WAY
  • Voa'reak - I BLAME KALKUIR CUS HES A GEEK WHO AKSHULLY KNOWS WAT A PASSWORD IS
  • Kal'kuir - I DID NO SUCH FING. I BLAME MY WIFE
  • Da Propa Big Rogue Geek - Actually, he did it yesterday as a prank.
  • Ray'loth - OH YEH? WELL YOO EARNED YASELF 3 DAYS IN DA BRIG
  • Kal'kuir - bruh yoo all suk. ALSO ONE OF YOO ANSWA YA TRANSMISSHONS ALREDY DAT FINGS BEEN BEEPIN FER DA LAST FIVE MINUTS

Rel'larutina, who had all this time just sipped from her drink watching the confusion unfold, walked over to the ship's console. As she eyed the transmission, her eye narrowed as she turned to the Leedas.

  • Rel'larutina - Okay. This... isn't ideal. At all.
  • Fre'kloar - YOR RITE MAN DA PASSWORD SHULD ONLY BE GIVEN TA ME
  • Rel'larutina - Not that, idiot. This transmission? It's from URO.

The Rogue Boyz went silent with a gasp at first, before turning to one another. They were unsure how exactly to respond. Part of them wanted to be petty and ignore the transmission, while another part wanted to be petty and reply just to respond with profanities. Before they could make a decision, Grak'tona spoke up.

  • Grak'tona - DA KING HAS DECIDED TA HEER WAT DESE WIMPS HAV TA SAY
  • Hagto'Zhl - UGH I WAS HOPIN YOO WAS ASLEEP OR SOMEFIN
  • Grak'tona - i was but den i herd Avatar was on air an i akshully wanna watch dat man. i wanna see how a'ang an ka'tara get togetha
  • Rel'larutina - So, who was it? The only reason URO would ever contact us is if someone screwed up on our non-aggression pact. Which one of you did it?
  • Zalk'don - WASNT ME MAN I SWEAR I HAVENT BOMMED UNO/URO SINCE... GODZ HAO LONG AS IT BEEN AT DIS POINT???? MA BOMZ IS ALL DUSTY NAO
  • Kal'kuir - BY MY CALCULASHONS ITS BEEN A DOZEN DOZEN DOZEN YEERS SINCE ANYONE EVEN SPOKE DAT NAME
  • Traz'raka - oh ma dayz DEYZ GONNA ARREST US? DA COPZ IS AFTA US AGEN???
  • Gol'thabex - no fair man wes been good killin totally unrelated dumbos i cant be deelin wiv dis
  • Brag'klogga - YO GUYS DONT PANIC. DERES A PAGE IN DA GANGSTAPEDIA ABOUT DIS. DIS DAY WAS PROPHESIZED BY DA GREAT PROPHET KNOWN AS BRAG'KLOGGA IN DA YEAR OF OUR LORD 2021 AS DA DAY DAT URO WOULD INVITE DA LORONZ OVA TO A PIZZA PARTY
  • Hagto'Zhl - AS IF I WULD HAV A PIZZA PARTY WIV DA COPYCAT DUMBO!!!!
  • Brag'klogga - BUT DEN HEERS DA DEEL WIV DA PIZZA PARTY. ITS AKSHULLY ALL A ROOS SET UP BY ZR'AN AN K'AR SO WE CAN STOMP DEIR FACES IN AFTA AN CLAIM DA RITEFUL RULE OF BOREALIS
  • Rel'larutina - Okay, I'm 99% sure you just made that up, so I'm gonna accept the transmission now so we can get this over with.

Rel'larutina proceeded to do just that. To their surprise, as both Zr'Ahgloth and Tuolog's holograms appeared, there seemed to be no hostilities coming from them whatsoever. In fact, even Rel'larutina was taken aback by how neither of them began by shouting. Just as they opened their mouths to speak, though, they were interrupted.

  • Tuolog - Hello, I come to-
  • Grak'tona - YOO HAV REECHED DA AUTOMATED VOICE LINE OF DA KING GRAK'TONA. DA KING IS OUT TODAY ON A SUPA IMPORTANT CHARITY EVENT KNOWN AS "SPA MASSAGES FER SUPA TUFF RICH KINGZ DAT RULE DA OONIVERSE" AN WILL BE BAK AFTA A BAKRUB. PLEEZ LEEV YOR MESSAGE AFTA DA BEEP. BEEEEEEEEEP

Both Voa'reak and Zalk'don held onto themselves as they started laughing uncontrollably at the message, while Rel'larutina looked at Grak'tona in disbelief.

  • Rel'larutina - ...Seriously?
  • Grak'tona - SHHHHH IM TRYNA PRESERVE DA ILLUSHON. UHH UHH SORRY YOR MESSAGE CANT GET THROO YOR BREAKIN UP
  • Zr'Ahgloth - OI IDIOTS QUIT YOR STOOPID GAME WE KNO YOR DERE
  • Fre'kloar - dont look at me im not da one dat hired da spa massage

At this point, an angered Hagto'Zhl proceeded to shove all the others off the console and begun yelling.

  • Hagto'Zhl - COPYCAT DUMBO HAO DA HELL DID YOO EVEN FIND US??????? WES A DOZEN UNIVERSES AWAY FROM BOREALIS MAN
  • Tuolog - Through me, actually. I been tracking you for a long time. By the way, Fre'kloar, congratulations on defeating the Kraken of Unholy Death. In many timelines, that beast devoured entire civilizations that you just saved.

Fre'kloar's remaining eye widened as he turned to the others in confusion.

  • Fre'kloar - did uro just COMPLIMENT me???? wat da hell i must be high
  • Zr'Ahgloth - yeh well DONT GET USED TA IT. wes heer becuz wes askin ta make an offa dat yoo cant refuse
  • Traz'raka - MAN DATS MA LINE. HAGTO IS RITE YOR A BUNCH OF COPYCATS
  • Rel'larutina - Shut up, will ya? Anyway, since you're not after our lives, do go on. I'm certainly curious over why you'd want to offer us anything, of all people.

Tuolog then projected images of the invading alt-Loron as they attacked URO's capital. As the Rogue Loron watched what they saw, they did so in disgust. Everything about the alt-Loron was appalling to them, from their deafening silence as they moved swiftly between foes, to their coordinated and precise attacks at their opponents. The Loron normally took pleasure in their kills; these alt-Loron didn't seem to feel a thing.

  • Tuolog - These are the invaders that attacked us recently. They are invaders from another timeline, which we calling alt-Loron.

A vein popped on Jol'kiar's head as he suddenly got up and flipped the table in front of him with such force, it was launched into the ceiling.

  • Jol'kiar - WAT. DA HELL. IS DIS BREECH OF TRADISHON?!?!?!?!?!
  • Grak'tona - I SHARE DA OUTRAGE OF MA BODYGUARD HEER. DEYZ WANNABE LORONZ OF DA LOWEST LEVEL!!!!
  • Naktor'zak - MAN LOOK AT DESE GEEZAS!! DEYZ MOOVIN ABOUT DA BATTELFIELD LIKE A BUNCH OF STOOPID ROBOTS
  • Tuolog - Frankly, we're yet to be convinced they aren't robots.
  • Kal'kuir - IF DEY IS DEN DEYZ DA MOST BORIN ROBOTS EVA MADE I SWER
  • Brag'klogga - yooo guyz im not gonna lie da prophecy AKSHULLY told about a groop of loronz dat is barely loronly at all an is like a total abominashon an IM NOT EVEN KIDDIN I DIDNT MAKE DAT UP ON DA SPOT FER ONCE
  • Rogue Geek - He's not. That's something he did actually write about a few years ago.
  • Knar'gank - deres no elegance in dem. no feelins of bein a troo gangsta. dey jus kill and moov on, not a word spoken. its makin me sik to da stomach
  • Zr'Ahgloth - so heers da deel. we jus killed billig. if yoo help us kill dese knokoff walmart Loron den we will let yoo take ova all his old planets

Fre'kloar raised a finger, as if to be outraged at the news of Billig's death, but instead just relaxed.

  • Fre'kloar - billigs ded eh? meh he was neva as cool as zaarkhun so wateva. so we get ta steel all his planets eh?? hmmmmmm
  • Jol'kiar - DESE LORONZ GIV AKSHUAL LORONZ A BAD NAME. DEY HAV TA DAI. DEY HAV TO BE TAUGHT A LESSON
  • Grak'tona - DA KING DEMANDS ALL DA RICHES DAT BILLIG ONCE HAD BUT IS HAPPY TO ACCEPT YA OFFA ON DOSE TERMS
  • Rel'larutina - Hell, even I feel disturbed by these Loron, even if, many decades ago, I'd probably consider them what I wish Loron were actually like. So yeah, count my support too.
  • Hagto'Zhl - IM STILL NOT CONVINCED. YOO GUYZ SUK. AN TBH WE DONT OWE YOO NUFFIN AN WES ENJOYIN OUR LIFE IN OTHA DIMENSHONS. SO I VETO
  • Jol'kiar - STOOPID CHILD. YOO WOULD LET DIS CORRUPSHON OF OUR TRADISHON GO UNPUNISHED??? I SHULD SLAP YA TEEF OFF

Shortly thereafter, another hologram appeared, apparently from an entirely different signal. It crackled a little, having come from a kind of technology that was removed from the telecommunication technology of their timeline. What they saw as it appeared was a tall Loron who wore thick metallic armor and stood upright. Though this made him appear taller than Zr'Ahgloth, they noticed he had many of the same physical features that aside. The alt-Loron they were looking at was, in fact, an alternative Zr'Ahgloth.

  • Alt-Zr'Ahgloth - ...So these are the creatures that my race would become. Pathetic.
  • Tuolog - Oh my... I see it now. You are alt-Loron counterpart to Zr'Ahgloth.
  • Zr'Ahgloth - HOL UP. A SECOND COPYCAT DUMBO?!?!?
  • Hagto'Zhl - A SECOND COPYCAT DUMBO?!?!? HOL UP.
  • Fre'kloar - MATE WHO IS YOO CALLIN PATHETIC??? WATS WIV YOO? YOO LOOK LIKE A TOTAL GEEK
  • Alt-Zr'Ahgloth - Feeble creatures. Your mind corrupted, your methods barbaric, your reach... insignificant. In our timeline, the Loron ruled over all the stars, dominating. But here? You have two choices: playing second-fiddle to the Kralgon whom we devoured in weeks, or becoming a band of failed space pirates.
  • Fre'kloar - FAILED???? OK LISSEN HEER BOZO. DA ROGUE BOYZ IS DA BEST EMPIYA EVA. YA MOMS DUM AND I DONT BELEEV A WORD YOR SAYIN. SO GET IN LINE TA KISS MA ASS
  • Alt-Zr'Ahgloth - Hahaha. Where I hail from, the only two recognized rulers of all of space, are Emperor Zr'Ahgloth...

Another hologram appeared alongside him. This time it was a Norol. She stood much taller than the Norol from their timeline, but as they observed, aside from her metallic armor, her physical features matched those of Rel'larutina.

  • Alt-Rel'larutina - ...And his superior, Empress Rel'larutina.
  • Rel'larutina - ...Okay, I'm getting real entertained now.
  • Jol'kiar - EMPERA??? YOR SUPPOSED TA BE DA PROPA BIG BOSS. MAN ITS ALL WRONG YOR PEEPZ IS ALL WRONG. YOO CALL US CORRUPTED WHEN YOR ALL MESSED UP
  • Alt-Rel'larutina - On the contrary: it is your people who are "messed up". And it was thanks to the tampering done long ago that your kind became weak, held back by the limits placed on your intellect. True Loron know their place: they serve us. The Norol. We were created by Volzara as the true rulers of the universe. The rightful rulers. And I, their rightful Empress!
  • Tuolog - Misguided. Volzara would never want Norol to become conquerors.
  • Rel'larutina - Yeah, I take it a back a bit. You sound like a bitch.
  • Alt-Zr'Ahgloth - So, this is what becomes of Fre'kloar in this timeline? Interesting. In my own, you were wiped out long ago for your failed insurgency against me. How pathetic that the Zr'Ahgloth of your timeline could never defeat you.
  • Fre'kloar - MATE IF YOO WERE STANDIN IN FRONT OF ME ID MAKE YA EET DOSE WORDS. AS WELL AS YA OWN FEET. IM DA BEST BOSS EVA AND YOR A LIL WIMP
  • Alt-Rel'larutina - You're all fated for one of two things: to become my subjects, or to become my pet's food!
  • Alt-Zr'Ahgloth - And if I must feast on you, I will do so gladly.

At this point, Hagto'Zhl slammed his fists into the console as an aura of Dark Chronoscopic Energy enveloped him, his red eyes shining in anger. His voice took a demonic turn as he responded.

  • Hagto'Zhl - YOO IS NUFFIN. WE IS DA TROO LORON. AND IF DERE IS ONE FING I HATE IS A COPYCAT STEELIN MA NAME. SO YA BEST PREPARE YASELF CUS IMMA GONNA SHOW YA REEL CORRUPSHON
  • Alt-Rel'larutina - Food it is then! I'm sure my pets will love the taste of worms. I conquered my own universe, and now, I will take yours!
  • Tuolog - You will not win. We not let you.
  • Zr'Ahgloth - I CONCUR WIV DA ORIGINAL COPYCAT DUMBO. HES COOLA DAN YOO, SECOND COPYCAT DUMBO. IM GONNA BATTA YAS
  • Alt-Zr'Ahgloth - I look forward to meeting you in ritual combat, a trait that it seems our races shared even after the timelines branched as they did. Come alone, and face me on the battlefield. See where your story ends.
  • Fre'kloar - I KILLED GRATZ'KAOZ HIMSELF. YOO IS NUFFIN!!!!!!!!
  • Alt-Zr'Ahgloth - Oh, you did, did you? So did I! He was mincemeat to me!

The Rogue Loron all gasped; the mere idea that someone could beat the legendary Gratz'kaoz so easily was simply alien to them. However, Hagto'Zhl remained defiant, closing off the alt-Loron from the transmission to their faces before turning back to the others.

  • Hagto'Zhl - TAKE DIS SHIP BAK TO BOREALIS. WE HAV A DUMBO TA KILL
  • Fre'kloar - YEH!!!! afta i watch da nex avatar episode plz i wanna see what happens ta zu'ko
  • Hagto'Zhl - OK FINE i also wanna see dat BUT AFTAWARDS WE GO BAK
  • Zr'Ahgloth - OI FREKLOAR WES GONNA FITE DESE NOT-LORON AND YA BEST BE SIK AT IT DONT EMBARASS ME
  • Fre'kloar - IM NOT DA ONE WHO SHULD BE WORRIED ABOUT BEIN EMBARASSED. PREPAR YA BEST BOIZ FER DA JOB
  • Brag'klogga - DIS DAYZ COMIN!!!!!!!! or is it? im not sur at dis point

The Resistance

Many decades ago, during the Template:Ficton, the populous, bustling metropolis planet Fadaj, and its star system, had been entirely obliterated by the Xi'Arazulha. The planet was later repaired with a combination of the Vyro'Narza's godlike time powers, and the Ioketa's less impressive but still comendable powers, and then resettled and restored as a bastion of prosperity and progress in Ottzello since the dreaded war. In the timeline the alt-Loron hailed from, its story was much different.

No such war had ever begun, and the alt-Loron's empire had reached a power that meant few godlike races dared touch it. Fadaj was still home to a vast cityscape that became somewhat of a symbol among Ottzelloans, and was still situated on the edge of its sector in space, guarded by powerful and imposing orbital fortresses that warned any malicious actor to think twice. What was different was what it represented: Fadaj in their timeline was a symbol of the might of the empress and her reach. With statues dedicated to the Norol queens and empresses throughout the centuries they ruled in their timeline, and a huge military presece of Loron patrolling the streets, Fadaj reminded those who visit it of how powerful the Empress was, and how its billions of citizens of all different species were under her control.

And in this timeline, Empress Rel'larutina wanted to shape its own Fadaj to be much like her own.

One minute, the citizens went about their daily lives as one would expect: hurrying from one place to the next, either walking across the streets, taking the grav-trains, or flying their own vehicles through the thick air traffic. Most of the citizens were far too busy to notice the Loron, who stood atop the roof of one of the tallest scrapers getting into position. The next, he let out a yodelling war cry that, for some reason, the entire planet could hear.


Projected by Dark Chronoscopic power, the Loron froze the entire city in time. Those who had been paused in a position where they had a good look of him could see that this Loron, though he was hunchback and cranky, still behaved nothing like the ones from their timeline. He carried a staff and wore a dark purple robes, covering the dark purple tattoos across his face and body. Those who studied the Loron recognized the staff, and could make the connection: this was an alternate timeline Brag'klogga, who after having frozen them, projected his voice across the planet.

  • Alt-Brag'klogga - Hark, ye infidels of the Fallen Timeline! Rejoice, for salvation has come to your accursed timeline!

The alt-Brag'klogga pointed his staff up to the air, a burst of energy sparking from it resembling a lightning bolt somewhat in reverse. As it reached the clouds, a portal appeared through the air, out of which several starships, resembling the Loron Fightas and a sort of flying Loron Carrias but with far better builds and more sophisticated weaponry, flew down. With them, they carried hundreds of thousands of alt-Loron, all well-armored and heavily armed, bringing weapons. The alt-Loron proceeded to, while the planet was frozen in time, destroyed every defensive turret or weapon on the planet, while surrounding the garrisons of soldiers and defense forces that the Union Republic had in place to defend the world.

No civilians were killed, because apparently, this was not the goal. Instead, the goal was to intimidate the world: this would be the start of Empress Rel'larutina's true conquest. With a huge glee on his face as he did so, alt-Brag'klogga then bowed as an enormous hologram of Empress Rel'larutina appeared by him (with similar holograms appearing across the planet). The Empress took a look around at the planet's time-frozen citizens, pondering, before choosing one of the many written speeches she had prepared for when she took control of a world.

Alt-Brag'klogga looked at the hologram to see her disapproving of his flattery, before clearing his throat. She did not like when he got himself carried away and spoke for her. After he stayed silent, she then turned back to the citizens, and paused before speaking. Within a few moments, she had made her assessment of this timeline, and chosen which speech to deliver.

  • Alt-Rel'larutina - ...Lowlifes. Shameless, filthy wretches. Your timeline so disorganized, so plagued with strife, so divided into factions. Factions scattered across your universe, desperately trying to hold a bitterly-divided people together. Divided by race, creed, ideology, geography, class... concerns which are so petty. And who leads these divided factions? Shameless career politicians who you feel are legitimate because you "voted" for them, voted for them to do naught. Useless religious leaders who held a throne you feel is legitimate because you think they are "destined" for it. Despotic dictators who rule you because you "fear" them.

As she spoke, despite the contempt and condescension that came from her words opening words, it was not delivered in such a manner. Rather, those who listened on with her light tone, hearing she spoke calmly and softly, began to sense she was coming from a place of concern.

The Empress spoke with compassion as she delivered the next portion of her speech. Her genuine intention in her words were to implore listeners to accept her offer, to appeal to them. Of course, still present in her delivery was that of a proud conqueror.

  • Alt-Rel'larutina - In my timeline, I crushed every one of these threats before they even approached the point they did for you. Yes: trillions of people who lost their lives in your timeline still live in mine, under my protection. I, and the queens and empresses before me, led our people as they slew warlords, tyrants, demons, and even demons. I crushed everything that would threaten your lives, and united a universe under one banner: my banner. Because that is how the Goddess Volzara had always intended us: we are the guardians of civilization.

By now, the alt-Loron were all in place, ready for alt-Brag'klogga to unfreeze the timeline, just before the Empress delivered her final word.

  • Alt-Rel'larutina - I will protect your universe, as I did my own. And you will celebrate my ascension with joy!

At that moment, the timeline unfroze. Whatever the citizens were doing before, they weren't now. Most of them stayed right where they were, a gun pointing directly at them. Aside from the destruction of the planet's automated defense towers, it wasn't immediately clear how far the invading alt-Loron's weaponry surpassed their own. But none, even the planet's defense soldiers, wanted to risk it at first. As the alt-Loron pointed their rifles, which they could see were repeating railguns, at the soldiers and urged them to disarm, there was a great deal of hesitation.

Perhaps it was because they didn't know what to think of it. Alt-Rel'larutina didn't seem to be coming from a place of malice, and was offering peace. And if what she'd said about protecting her entire universe from the Nanohorde, the Corruptus, or even other worse menaces, was true, perhaps the best thing to do was to hear her out? If she had such power, did it even matter whether they agreed or not? They clearly couldn't match her, if she was indeed telling the truth.

Though all these thoughts crossed the minds of Ottzelloan citizens, their mind was soon made up when an elderly Galotian citizen spoke up and threw a rock at the nearest hologram.

  • Citizen - I don't care how "benevolent" you present yourself. You're another wannabe tyrant trying to rule Ottzello! We've fought your kind before, and we'll fight you again!

Before the alt-Loron could shoot the citizen down, cheers erupted. Across the entire planet, similar sentiments were echoed, and similar outbursts occurred. The Empress sighed.

  • Alt-Rel'larutina - Very well. Men, you know what to do.

As she gave the word, the alt-Loron shoot each of the protestors, and everyone in support of them. Their bullets ripped through citizens, even the heavily well-armored policemen and soldiers, in nanoseconds. The alt-Loron fired with such precision and coordination that it would terrify the protestors were they not too caught up in the chaos to see through it. While the protestors and soldiers were relatively chaotic, the alt-Loron moved in lockstep.

The second an alt-Loron saw someone protest or voice opposition, they had already aimed their weapon to fire squarely at their head, killing them instantly, all while their fellow soldiers fired at a completely different target. Even against URO's Tralkikianoe robots in their defense force, the alt-Loron seemed to be more machines themselves. Not only did they have no hint of remorse or hesitation in their movements, no two alt-Loron attacked the same target at once. And with their size and brute strength, even in comparison to URO's Loron, none who opposed them lasted long at all.

As the dust began to settle, it seemed clear that the alt-Loron were winning the battle. Anyone who dared speak up became a target of theirs in seconds. They were precise enough not to catch any other civilians, and to be careful enough as to not catch any in their crossfire. They made a very deliberate attempt to keep those innocent alive, but to squash any and all opposition to them.


As the street war waged on, in one back alley near the skyscraper alt-Brag'klogga had come from, one protestor had just barely managed to escape with her life. Another Galotian civilian, she had managed to lob a small grenade into a squadron of alt-Loron before ducking into the crowd and running off, running across the back alleys. The back alley was still located high above the surface on a sky bridge, meaning that if she slipped too far, she could easily fall. And this proved to be an issue, when, much to her dismay, she noticed that an alt-Loron with their attuned senses, had in fact caught up to her.

Bullet fire from around the corner terrified her as she kept running, her heart rapidly beating. It was impossible to outrun a Loron, she knew, and the alt-Loron were no different. Breathing heavily, as the alt-Loron caught up to her, she dropped to cling onto the side of the skybridge, seeing it as her only way out. With nothing below her but an abyss before she would hit the surface, the alt-Loron approached, trying to get a better aim on her hands to fire.

As he fired, his bullets were blocked by a small forcefield that had been thrown in front of her hands. The puzzled alt-Loron looked around, and was unable to see the fully invisible female Inalton, wearing camouflage armor, that dropped in front of him. As the Inalton dropped her camouflage, the last thing he saw was a large, extended mechanic hammer hit him across the side of his face, before an arm-mounted plasma blast shot him in the middle of his chest. The Inalton soldier turned towards the Galotian citizen, and held out her hand.

  • Inalton soldier - You okay?
  • Citizen - I'm slipping!
  • Inalton soldier - Grab my hand. I'll pull you up!

The soldier pulled the citizen up, with relative ease. Despite her smaller appearance than most Inalton, she was deceptively strong, able to pull the citizen up with a single arm, with relative ease. The citizen breathed slowly, and the soldier allowed her to catch her breath, before introducing herself.

  • Sherita - My name's Sherita. I'm guessing you've not heard of me around here.
  • Citizen - Can't say I've heard the name before...

Sherita wore metalic-looking armor that covered her full body, revealing she had somewhat of a small yet sturdy frame. Much like typical Ottzelloan technology, seemed to be made purely out of nanotechnology, allowing her to retract her helmet at will. However, the citizen could tell it was unlike any armor that existed in the Union Republic, and seemed to be much more advanced, and bore no insignia of any kind.

  • Citizen - You're not from the Union Republic of Ottzello, are you?
  • Sherita - Uh... the what? You guys formed a Union Republic?
  • Citizen - Huh? Yeah, years ago...
  • Sherita - Fascinating... The only Ottzelloans I know are in the Alliance, or under her control.

The citizen looked puzzled, before piecing it together: Sherita wasn't from this timeline. She was from the same timeline as the Empress. As such, the citizen asked a question she was afraid to hear the answer to.

  • Citizen - So... Empress Rel'larutina... was she telling the truth? That all those nations... were destroyed by her?
  • Sherita - ...Yeah. Every last one of them.

The citizen looked dismayed, but Sherita had little time left.

  • Sherita - Look, you'll have to stay safe. The Loron who spotted you were part of the resistance is gone now, so if none of the others know you are, you're safe. Rush on back home, but lay low!
  • Citizen - But I want to fight! I don't want to let this empire take over my home!
  • Sherita - They won't. But you have to look after yourself first before you look out for others. If you can stay alive, you can keep the resistance alive. Work underground, undermine them from within!
  • Citizen - Me? I don't... Okay. I'll do what I can.
  • Sherita - I believe in you. Stay safe. And keep the resistance alive. I'll be back. I'll fix this. Don't worry!

With that, Sherita activated a thruster pack on the back of her armor, before covering her head again with the helmet and engaging camouflage once more.

Sherita flew straight to the top of the skyscraper, where alt-Brag'klogga sat, yodeling to himself a little with his eyes shut. He opened one of them, as Sherita appeared. She disengaged her camouflage, knowing that alt-Brag'klogga could see through it, as a large grin formed on his face.

  • Alt-Brag'klogga - Ah, you again! The famous fighter of the Alliance to Restore Free Civilization follows us to this timeline! Just as my prophecy foretold.
  • Sherita - Save it, Brag'klogga. That was a great show you put on there, but you and I both know you're full of it. You don't care for Empress Rel'larutina anymore than I do.
  • Alt-Brag'klogga - True, she follows a false goddess. Or I should say, a doomed goddess.
  • Sherita - Doomed? What do you mean "doomed"?
  • Alt-Brag'klogga - Even now, I lead the Cult of Zargoth from the shadows of the Empress and her conquest! Our goal was always to appear in this timeline. She follows my prophecies, thinking she is serving Volzara, when Zargoth is merely leading Volzara into a trap!
  • Sherita - What?!
  • Alt-Brag'klogga - Ah, it will all be revealed to you in time. Volzara will meet her end, and Zargoth, the True God of Time, shall reign supreme over all timelines! My prophecies have foretold it all!
  • Sherita - Did your prophecies foretell this?

Sherita fired her arm mounted plasma blast rapidly at alt-Brag'klogga. Mere inches away from hitting him, he quickly warped behind her and blew a rasberry to mock her.

  • Alt-Brag'klogga - Ooh, you've improved! Great reflexes from a doomed one!
  • Sherita - Stand still and fight me, coward!
  • Alt-Brag'klogga - Ah, it is written that we shall see battle one day, my dear. It was written the day you rejected the word of Zargoth.
  • Sherita - I don't care about the "word of Zargoth"! I just don't trust your crazy cult to be any better than she is!
  • Alt-Brag'klogga - Hohoho! And in time, you'll be proven wrong. Now, I shall make haste!

Alt-Brag'klogga then aimed his staff up in the air, firing another energy blast in the air to create a portal. Out of it came a starship, which fell through the sky, but crashed far below on the ground, causing an explosion instead. Alt-Brag'klogga sighed.

  • Alt-Brag'klogga - ...Pretend you didn't see that. Cheerio!

Instead, Alt-Brag'klogga created another portal in front of him and walked through it. Behind where he left, Sherita noticed behind him that several warships that appeared behind him, all of which belonged to the Union Republic. They had sent reinforcements. Sherita flew over, trying to reach them as quickly as possible before they landed: she was going to tell them to turn away at once, because they had little chance of surviving there.

As she reached the command bridge of the ship just as it entered atmosphere, she warped in and addressed the captain of the ship, but before she could issue her warning, she was floored but the man she saw.

  • Sherita - ...Yogtam?
Greetings, young, three dimensional mortals!
The Traffphyds will obliterate all...
Bow to the might of the Traffphyds...
Time: a living, breathing thing.