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The battle was over, but For Reaver the battle had just reached its highest. Reaver the son of John Rynx a legendary Biomech pilot of a Class 10 Biomech, named " john". John and his Biomech were unbeatable. As a matter of fact every mech pilot that has ever faced him has called him the Bringer of Apocolypse. But Reaver was only a class 2 pilot and was always under pressure to advance.

" Reaver, I am glad you back home son, but I am disappointed in you. A class 2 biomech should have been able to destroy those mechs. What happened son?" asked John

" Dad, I almost got them all, doesn't that count for anything in you eyes?" asked Reaver to John

" Almost only counts for horseshoes hand grenades and nuclear weapons, son you know that." replied John

" listen I am sorry, I did my best( starts to clinch fist). And I know you think I could have done better, But that pilot I fought.....He was strong... stringer then I have ever fought before.( slams fist into desk) .... You wouldn't understand." remarked Reaver thinking his dad would only beat him down with more you could have done better speeches.

" I wouldn't Understand ..... Try me. I was a young pilot at one time remember I didn't start out with a Class 10. I earned him." said John with a sight hint of compassion in his voice.

" I was so close...( now starring out to space). I luanched everything short of a deselator beam at him...Just before the attack hit , his two wingmen took the attack. They were destroyed instantly....But their commander had some like a suer mode or a rage mode.....And with me having already been damaged, I was helpless." remarked Reaver while sitting down after pacing back-and-forth.

John gave his son a hug and told him he was still proud anyways. And asked for him a get some rest. Reaver agreed and got into the elevator. Reavers floor was 428, he pressed B-5 the Elevator asked for clearance code. Reaver pressed it in and the elevator began to fall. Outside the elevator views of the Victory parade down by main street could be seen and heard. The Royal Orcastra could be heard for miles, and it resounded well in the elevator walls.

(Back in Johns room)

John sat down just as John His biomech landed on his landing pad outside of Johns room. John was to do a fly by over the parade. As john walked to his Biomech he kept thinking about what his son said.....

I was so close.... I launched everything short of a desilator beam at him...Just before the attack hit , his two wingmen took the attack. They were destroyed instantly....But their commander had some like a super mode or a rage mode.....And with me having already been damaged, I was helpless

(back in elevator)
Just before the elevator was about to go underground Reaver watched his dad fly over the parade. Reaver couldn't help but feel proud of his father,even jealous. His father was th pilot of the Armaggedon Beserk Sytheren Fury the highest level of Biomech ever to be recorded. His father and john have seen and won more battles , and sustained more damage then Reaver ever hoped at doing. Reaver always loved to see his dad's Biomech. It was like A Great Dragon, with Wings of an angel-shinning rays of rainbow light , bright gold armor that reflected the suns rays like a heavenly figure. With a roar like a lion that can be heard for miles. and is rumored to been able to cut a planet in half, and able to destroy a galaxy. So Reaver wasn't surprised that he harbored some jealousy.

Once the elevator stopped, the elevator asked for the clearance code again, Reaver pressed it in and the door opened and reveled a hanger that spanned for miles and was 5 miles deep. The hanger was owned by the Biomech Corps. Reaver walked up to his biomech and placed his hand on a stasis tube that held " Reaver". Reaver lowered his head and apologized to "Reaver" for loseing that battle. And tears began to gather on his eyes. Then a voice came from behind him, one he knew..... As Reaver turned to see who had spoken, a fist stuck him in his face on the right side. Reaver flinched back holding his mouth, then spit out the blood. Reaver turned and saw a girl that wasn't much younger then himself, long soft blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and lips as red a rubies. And a cyrstal clear tear streaming down her face. clinching her fists..

" The report said you had died in the battle. But your standing here now. Why are you alive. Why can't you stay dead. " said the girl

" I cant stay dead.... I have to stay alive for you. " said Reaver

" NO!, you stay alive to fight, not for me! You stay alive to compete with your father! You don't give a damn about me." said the girl as she turned around and began to cry

Reaver grabbed her shoulder, and she started to struggle. Reaver forced her to himself, and kissed her. Reaver savored the moment, time stood still. Her death grip on his arms melts away and reforms to an embrace. Reaver backed up and looked into her eyes and said.

" Mera. when I come back I expect you to have found a wedding dress!" Reaver climbed in the his biomech and dime-jumped to his deployment area.

Mera looked on as the biomech dissappeared in a flurry of lights....

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The alternate Dimension that Reaver left to was named The lost Dimension. Mainly because those who came here rarely came back, as they got lost and could not find the proper exit point. But Reaver had learned how to avoid that problem by creating a beckon that would bring him back.

Space here was littered was junk and other material because Hobbeebia used it as a dumping zone for the waste of his home-world. But just beyond the junk laid an old planet... very old as it looked to be dying. The atmosphere was thinning and the ground had no life. Just rock and lava. It was the planet where Reaver's father killed his first opponent.. a dark-biomech named "Cuts-bane" and its pilot named Art-techion. The resulting battle made the planet fall into its irreparable state. On the surface pieces of broken ships and skeletons littered the ground as the the battle was the first one to take place and soon after this planet housed thousands of battles... both above and on the ground.

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Reaver could not resist landing on the planets broken and dead surface. Something called for him to explore the surface. It was like a tractor beam had been locked on to him and was pulling him down. Reaver wasen't even sure that what was left could support his biomech weight.

" Whats on your surface.... What secrets do you hide in your deathly grasp. Why do you summon me?" Reaver asked the planet in his head. Some questions where better left unanswered. The planet was called Crypt. And it had defied even most Hobbeebian scientists who claimed the planet would have imploded within 5 years of the battle; it was 20 years ago. Something on the planets surface or within it had been keeping it together.

As Reaver came into its gravity field the weight difference was felt immediately. Reaver even struggled to keep his biomech in flight. The biomech's wings where even showing signs of stress, as cracks began to form on the outside. the pain of the cracks ran through Reaver's body like a knife cutting his skin. Reaver cried out as the fought for his life against the dying planets gravity wells. Reaver closed his eyes and focus as hard as he could to resist. But no matter how hard he tried he still crept closer to the surface. The stress of the flight was now enough to warrant blood being sweated from his forehead. The pools of silverish blood collected on his face before falling to the cockpit floor. Reaver could almost feel his flesh being pulled away from his body as parts of armor began to be stripped off his biomech.

" Reaver! We got to hold on! Fight..It... You have ...to ... fight it!" yelled Reaver to his biomech as he lifted his head in a slow jerky motion... looking into the air. His veins purtruding from his forehead. Soon the stress overtook him. Reaver and his biomech fell from the sky... crashing onto the ground below. the thoughts of failure clouded Reavers mind as he began to pick himself off the ground. The biomechs joints where damaged, making this a difficult process. It became painful for Reaver to even move his fingers. The blood that he had lost from his forehead wet to cockpit floor into a silver shinny mess.

" I can ... move .... I have to ... Move." spoke Reaver as he mustered the strength to lift his arm to place it against the ground to pick himself up. the biomechs fist created a small crater in the ground as the gravity pushed against it. The weight was tremendous and forced Reaver to dig deep within himself to stand up. As the biomech stood tall once again Reaver let out a roar. To proclaim his victory over the planets' power. The wings unfolded and begun to collect energy from the planet. Slowly and painfully Reaver ascended into the air the energy forming around his mouth as a nova attack. The rage of power Reaver was feeling was beginning to consume him, His rage was what powered his body to fight and win. Reavers eyes soon went from the normal Eborian white to a deathly Black.

" I hate this planet... I hate what happened here... I hate my father from winning... for winning the hearts of everyone around him... so they could forget me... How dare they forget me. I am The son of the greatest... No... Longer.. For here on out I am the greatest. For now... For all time..." yelled Reaver As he released the attack. the large ball of white energy impacted the planets surface which began to crumble under the force the attack brought with it. Soon the planet began to fall apart... And shatter.

The result of the rage that Reaver poured onto Crypt caused a reaction like non other. the explosion so large and powerful that it broke back into normal space. pieces of the the planet broke away from the gravity well because of the explosion many nearly colliding with Reavers' biomech. But as they got close they simply shattered. Many pieces also shot straight through the barrier of normal space and became deadly planet killing asteroids. The energy waves sent through the opening would have registered as the birth of a new star.

Reaver could feel the power running through him... I had killed the planet... He had won. He had defeated a powerful foe .... His pride grew more and more as the event ended moment by moment. As Reaver took in his victory he could feel his power growing his body changing.

The Rush of power was almost overwhelming... It took Reaver by suprise and caused him great pain. But the benifits where begining to outwiegth the risks. Reavers biomech began to change, his wings grew and transformed looking more like the wings of an Angel then that of a Dragon. The armor that adornd the biomechs body also changed becoming more ornate and decorative. But was not the same as his fathers and seemed more darker then the others he had seen.

" Whats happening to us? Whats happening to you?" Reavered Asked himself as he inspected the changes.

Then out of the blue his biomech spoke to him... But this time his voice had changed...

" Reaver... We have ascended to a higher teir of power. You have taken your power by force... you deserve this power. But the question is not why you have it, but .... who shall fear you now that you do?.... I say everyone should pay... everyone should fear you and me.... US! We should rule the Hobbeebian Imperium. We deserve it. "

Reaver at first resisted the speach of his Biomech.. but soon the words echoed through him.. And Reaver began to agree. His eyes which have turned black was the first sign he was begining to fall. But Reaver did want to stop it... He wanted to embrace it.

" Your Right... They should fear us... All of them. We shall bring them to their knees! Set a course for the Milky Way territories... The first worlds to fall shall be Zic... Then Terriana."

As the biomech wings closed around him the faint shade of black had begun to color his wings metal feathers. Then with a bright white light Reaver had vanished... Only to return to normal space above the Planet Zic. The Hobbeebian Explorationary home base. As he arrived he gazed upon the planets surface.. clean and beautiful it was teaming with life. Reaver began to hate it. His rage once again filling his body and mind...

The military units around the planet paid him no mind as a biomech was a high ranking official... never would they know that one would turn against them.

Reaver Slowly built up energy with his wings... slowly growing his hatred of the planet....And without warning his took aim at the planets surface. Blasting a small half powered Nova beam. The attack impacted the ground where a city was built. The beam cut across it like a hot knife through butter. The attack caught everyone off guard... And many had no idea how to respond..

" Biomech Pilot ID yourself... Why are you firing on our planet?!?" fiercely asked Supreme General Markilius as he rushed to the Command deck of the Orbital- artifical moon.

Reaver laughed as the cries came over the comms' system. The General was at a loss. Never before had he been required to kill a Biomech. But as Markilius could see it was not up to debate. And he asked again..

" Pilot ID yourself...NOW!"

Reaver looked to his Comms unit and simply replied with a heart of cold glass. The message that would soon be his call sign among the systems to fall to him.

" I am Reaver, harbinger of Death... Now die..." Reavers voice had changed... General Markilius knew Reaver... He knew his father, nothing was making sense..

" Why are you doing this?!?!?" yelled the General back though the comms.

" Because you deserve nothing less." Said Reaver as he cut off communications. With the radio going dead, static filled the command deck as the personnel watched the city burn below. Many military personnel looked to the general for orders.

Markilius could not fathom why Reaver would do this... But now he knew his mission.

" All personnel to high alert Omega-Prime ( all units attack the Biomech)" yelled Markilius as he looked to the floor

The other personnel looked around and begun to coordinate efforts with the fleets in the area. the station also activated its shields and weapons. Thousands of fighters swarmed from their carriers. Battlecruisers targeted the Biomech and activated all weapons. the Planets entire defense force of 2 thousand naval vessels not including fighters took aim at Reaver... Ready to Fire at a moments notice.

" God Help us.." was all that Markilius said as the entire force fired upon Reaver. But as the attack almost hit him , his biomech wings engulfed him. Taking most of the faster munitions. Then the large hit. the explosions would have been enough to take out a Death Star on its own. the bright glow of energy was like a sun... they all waited to see if they had succeeded.

OOC: How big is that Mech?
IC: The Xiscapian Light Assault Mech (LAM for short) slowly flew into the system. It's pilot, a tall, dark Xiscapian Kartosh, silently watched the battle. Xiscapians are human in appearence, save for fox ears and tails, yellow eyes, and more speed and grace any human could ever hope for. The LAM is slightly larger then your average humanoid (9,0), and outfitted with a blast cannon on it's left arm and an energy sword on it's right. It also has a missile box which contains 4 missile tubes(4 missiles at one time can be launched), and duel machine guns which are mounted one the mech's shoulders. It is made for anti fighter/infantry/tank, and can damage a capital ship if there's enough of them. This mech was on a exploritory mission to the further reachs of the inner galaxy. Xiscapians reside far out in the Unknown Reigons, and are curious as to what else is in the galaxy. They know others exist, but wish to see more. Now, one of them is.

OOC: Check out my Biomech info page in my sig.. but the size of Reavers is bordering almost 150 ft tall and an equally large wingspan. The biomech Reaver has is currently a Large Angel/Dragon form that is one of the more powerful forms.

Soon the rest of the attack came down upon Reaver. The Sniper rounds, as powerful as they where still couldn't take out the behemoths wing shields. The attack was over, and the smoke had to clear to see what damage had been done. As the particle dust floated in space the wings of the biomech opened wide and absorbed the remaining energy in the area, making the wings glow brightly.

" " Pathetic..." was all that Reaver said as he returned the energy back to the fleet. The Nova beam was shot off is sections, the first volley struck the Shield ships responsible for protecting the fleet. As the beams struck, the shields waved , then shattered.. blasting straight through the ships and vaporizing them. The Fleet then broke formation as the Ships Captains took command and took to engage the biomech one on one.

Reaver watched as the ships moved like roaches in the light. But watching was not his liking. Reaver began to unleash blast after blast. Hitting ship after ship.. punching right through any shielding they had on.

Reaver only laughed as the sights of death filled his view. Other smaller Corvettes took to closer combat against Reaver. but this was for not as Reaver dodged the blasts and cut through the ships Techtianium Alloy Hull like it was air.

Reaver then called into the void... " Its their any who can defeat me... Not even they can. I am undefeatable!. I am unstoppable." yelled Reaver as he took to attack the Battle station where Markilius was. AS Reaver got close his wings once again folded around him... and begun to melt like water into the form of a spear. White molten energy engulfed the object and it pierced the battle station through its main power core. As Reaver finished his attack his body returned to normal... just in time for the station to go critical and exploded like a dying planet. this explosion resulted in many ships being taken out with the station was the explosion took them all. the ones that where left took positions around the planet and awaited Reavers worst.

Reaver looked over at the remaining fleet that survived the battle stations destruction. A display of True Hobbeebian resolve to see the battle fought to the very last soldier. One ship called the "Cutlasser" the areas highest ranking official named Grand Coronal Adarvis stood in the bridge of his Corrillian Class Sniper ship. This ship was carrying one of the more powerful sniper rounds that any of the sniper ships carried... the fabled Transphasic energy crystal round. It was a long shot as it could take out the planet as well if Reaver got to close.

The Carriers that remained sent forth the rest of their fighter augmentation, almost 100 fighters. The fighters formed around the Corrillian Sniper ship and took aim at Reaver. Then like a swarm of demons they descended onto Reavers position. The Heavy pulse bolts that where projected from the fighters weapons once again lite up the void. Reaver only looked at the Fighters as they started at him. Reaver smiled and outstretched his arms and wings, leaving his biomech in the open. The bolts made contact... resulting is an energy based explosion upon Reavers Armor.. but even then the most damage was black scorch marks.

As the fighters continued to fire Reavers wings once again started to absorb the energy around him. The bolts from the Fighters now served to fuel his rage... and his weapons. The bolts where, one could say, sucked into the wings and dissappeared. The Fighters could see that the bolts where not long useable and switched to missiles... but it was to late. Reavers clawed weapons began to protrude from his hands and arms. They where even glowing the golden energy they gave off when used... It was normally a sign of victory when the claws of a biomech where show. Many of the Fighter pilots, could see the end was close, but remained to see it out... till the end.

Kartosh watched from his mech. The only thing the Xiscapians had that was anywhere near the power of that mech was the Command Mech, and it simply didn't have the ultra destructive capabilities of this mech. Kartosh transmitted his finding back to Command, then settled in. He wouldn't take sides until he knew what was going on.

Reaver closed his eyes as he began to take flight against his fellow countrymen, his blood. The fighters then took after him firing missile after missile. The battle was almost over.. and soon a victor decided. The missiles made direct impact against his armor, the explosions making no noticeable difference in his speed. Before Reaver reached them the ships started to send out messages of Help.

" This is Hobbeeebian Explorationary Forces disstress call. If any can hear this message please help!"

A message crackled over Kartosh's radio: " This is Hobbeeebian Explorationary Forces disstress call. If any can hear this message please help!" Kartosh sighed to himself as he stared at the gigantic, 15-storie mech with enough power to single-handedly destroy an entire fleet. He was too far out for a message to get back to Command in time. However, as a fellow spacer and being, it was his duty to help, no matter the odds. He flew into battle, his mech small and insignificant against the huge bulks of the capital ships and mech. "Let's see how this guy likes the taste of my sword." he muttered to himself as he zoomed towards the mech, his energy sword activated.

OCC: YA!! go to playing god, excuse the intteruption.

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Reavers proximity alert went off as the hero of the day took after his biomech. Reavers attention was diverted and now split against both the newcomer and the bleeding fleet that stood in Reavers path against the planet.

" Fool!" was all that Reaver exclaimed as he took his claws which where mean for the fleet and redirected them at the light mech unit now coming into range.

With one mighty swipe bolts of pure unbridled energy broke forth ripping reality into pieces as the blade attack sped forth to meet the hero. Reaver then looked back long enough to see a full scale barrage about to hit him. The dying fleet used the diversion to assault Reaver. Reaver attempted to close his wing shields to prevent damage but was to late as the wing closed in a large chunk of the attack got through smashing into Reavers body.. sending pieces of matter in all directions. As the attack ended Reavers body was left with smoldering holes and craters on his body. His body now floating like a dead piece of wood in the water.

The Fleets commander called for the fleet to regroup and prepare for the next attack. The biomech then let out a small hurting roar... it sounded almost like it was in pain....crying.


Now everyone wanted to know how the hero was. and if he had survived to attack. many doubted he would have.

The last thing Kartosh remembered was a flash of light and an incompehensable scream. What seemed like days later, but was likely only minutes, Kartosh opened his eyes. His mech was breached in a dozen diffrent places. The only reason the cold vacum of space hadn't killed him was because his shields were still intact. Weak, but holding. The only reason his shields hadn't shattered was because he'd drawn all power to the shields at the last second. All weapon systems were offline. Everything was offline except for the shields. Kartosh knew it was over. Life support could only keep a few minutes of oxygen into the suit. Then Kartosh would die. Transmission unit...down. No way of contacting anyone. His broken mech floated out beyond the destroyed husk of the dark biomech. He saw ships, battered, scarred, burned. He realised they would likely be the last thing he ever saw. Then there was only blackness.
OOC: He's not dead, just hurt and barely holding on. If no one rescues him, and it would have to be soon, he will die. See my Factbook link to read more about the LAM. BTW, happy with your new, uh, wife?

The Commander sent a retrieval team to find what was left of the lone mech that gave them time to take Reaver out. The fighter squadron dispatched to find him was only out for 2 mins when they came upon his floating wreck. The squadron leader was happy to see that the shield system was operational which gave him a small amount of hope that the brave pilot was alive.

The Fighter locked on to the wreckage and began to energize the mechs systems remotely. This would hopefully kick the life support back on..

Then a message was sent to see if he had indeed made it through.


" If your alive make any sign...."

The fighters then awaited for a sign of life.... any sign of life. The Fleet commander sat in the deck of his wounded ship, hoping... praying that he was alive. Although joy of life was given to the crews a dishonor was looming over the Commander for calling for help.

Kartosh opened his eyes. Cool air was being pumped though the mechs systems. He checked the systems. All on-line, albit with low power. He turned his attention outward of his mech. Fighters of unknown orgin hovered there. One was pumping energy into his mech. They saved my life. Thought Kartosh solemly. Then a message came though. " If your alive make any sign...."
He waved, then realised that they couldn't see him though the reflective glass. He pressed a button that retracted his laser cannon and sword into his arms and his machine guns folded into his shoulders, showing he meant no harm. He patched a message though, but realised that his communicator was still down. He made the fingers in his mech form into "0"s, which in Xiscapian culture means, "I am well." He didn't think they would understand that, but at least they would understand he still lived. Enough power was now in the mech for Kartosh to make it move. He carefullly detatched the hose, and pointed to the Planet Zic. Can I go down? Kartosh's mech was in need of repairs and, though he had no life threatening injuries, medical assistance. He hovered iin space, waiting for an answer.

get ready Xiscapia I will have another post up soon. dont log off.

OOC: Sure

The pilots rejoiced as the mech began to move. Although alittle confuse as to why the mech pilot made O's with his hands, but as it was none of them really cared as he retracted his weapons. The squadrons leader cracked a small smile as he flew closer to the mech as to try and place tow cables on him to pull him to safety. The first cable successfully attached itself to the mechs head and the second to it midsection.

The other fighters did the same and began pulling the mech to one of the few remaining capital ships. As they got close the squadron leader told to pilot not to be alarmed when they arrived and that he was to receive a warriors thanks.

The small detachment made its way into one of the hanger bays where 2 thousand crew members where awaiting to repair the dead mech. As the fighters placed the mech on the ground the cables unlatched and retracted into the fighters bodies. The fighters then took to the higher decks and landed. Now everyone was awaiting the pilots emerging....

The mech was gently set down onto the deck, the cables fell away. Looking outside, Kartosh could see hundreds, if not, thousands, of crew waiting for him to come out. He took a deep breath a tried to appear as firendly and non-hostile as possible. Not easy when you look as an Xiscapian does. Yellow, slitted eyes, sharp pointy teeth, fox ears and tail... Generally like some kind of freak or mutation to your average human. Here goes nothing... he thought. Kartosh hit the Open button, and walked out, his red katania sword his only weapon strapped against his right side. Kartosh was wearing a blue jumpsuit with a light gray helmet. He took the helmet off and let it fall back into the mech, and stood as he was before the crew.

The crew looked him over for a few seconds then blasted out with cheers. The crews of the ships clapping and shouting. But after a few minutes of cheering the ships commander came up to welcome him personally.

" Hello, I can not thank you enough for your help in defeating that monstrosity currently floating outside our battle group. Is there anything We can do for you?" the Commander asked as he extended his hand out to meet the pilots.

For a few seconds no one moved, then Kartosh was almost knocked over by the blast of cheers and noise that radiated from them. After several minutes of this the Captain himself came over. "Hello, I can not thank you enough for your help in defeating that monstrosity currently floating outside our battle group. Is there anything We can do for you?" Kartosh stared blankly at the hand for a few moments, then remembered his training. Humans shake hands to greet each other. He extended his hand, firmly grasping the Commander's. "I'm fine, for the moment, if you would be so kind I just need a little rest and food, and a way to contact my fleet. I was sceduled in half an hour ago." Kartosh shook his hair out of his eyes and withdrew his hand.
On board the Dark Star, about 10 Light Hours from Zic...
The Captain, a young Xiscapian female with long green hair, sat in the Command chair. "Captain, Unit 467 LAM was due in 30 minutes ago. He still hasn't returned. Orders?" Asked one of the Bridge Officers. "Continue running scans. Try to contact the unit. If this does not work whithin 5 minutes, ready the fleet for jump to Units last known position." The fleet consisted of 2 Cruisers, the Dark Star and Blood Sea, and two Frigates, the Forsworn and the Unshakable. The Cruisers held two fighters, 15 LAM and 15 HAM (Heavy Assault Mechs) each.

The Commander nodded and helped the pilot from his mech. And no sooner did they step away the crewmen began to analysis the mech that the pilot came from. One blared out with a question to another..

" How did this mech survive? Its obviously not made to withstand such forces..."

and other answered back...

" No idea, structural scans suggest its smaller size allowed him to only get about 2% of the outlying effect fields. "

The first called back again

" Meaning what? He slipped in between the blasts "

" Yea... pretty much. This pilot was extremely lucky... unlike our Commander. calling for help. Rather would have died"


The Commander over heard them and quickly moved the new arrival into a new area of the ship to give the pilot some rest and food. The room they walked into was small and dark. But as they walked in the room lite up and reveled how small it really was... probably no bigger then a closet. But as the Commander closed his eyes the room expanded almost 300 times its original size, becoming the size of a large ball room. The Commander looked to the pilot and told him to just think about what he wanted and it would appear for him.

Kartosh's eyes widened. He had never seen such things! The Xiscapians had barely approached it, starting with small things, such as food. Kartosh thought about a bed, and it appeared for him. He fell into it, not even bothering to take off his jumpsuit, and feel asleep.
The 61st Fleet...
The Cruisers collected their small craft and the frigates powered up, and the fleet jumped. They appeared minutes later at the edge of a system. A blue/green planet revolved near them, and around it was a battle group as well as a shattered hulk that seemed to be a gigantic mech. "Scanners aren't showing any sign of Unit 467, Captain. Either he's dead or hiding." "Contact that fleet. Ask them if they have seen the mech. We'll worry about diplomatic negotiations later. Right now it is on our honor to find that mech and it's pilot!" "Yes, honorable Captain."
The following message was sent to the battle group:
Greetings. We are the Xiscapians. We are searching for one of our own, a mech, which has dissapeared in this area. If you have seen it, would you be so kind as to point us in the correct direction?

The transmission operator of the Capital ship received the message and forwarded it to the Commander. The message was clear they where searching for the pilot they just brought in.

Greetings. We are the Xiscapians. We are searching for one of our own, a mech, which has disappeared in this area. If you have seen it, would you be so kind as to point us in the correct direction?

With the ships mental message transfered systems the Commander replied

" This is Commander Decum, I am the current Commanding officer as a result of what you see before you. We are in possession of the mech and the pilot. But I must warn you... this place is not safe the wreckage you see out there was cause by the large mech unit now being place in a stasis field. but the field is incomplete and the monster may still pose a threat."


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Not a second after the message was sent life began to stir within the mech cockpit once again. Reaver had begun to awaken from his state of unconsciousness. His eyes blackened with hatred and malic. His skin now turning from his beautiful silvery skin into a black scale that almost acted like it was growing like a fungus.

The following message was sent to the battle group:
We're picking up signs of life from the dark biomech. Thank you for retirving our pilot and mech. We are in your debt. With your permission, we will open fire on what remains of the mech so it will be destroyed. Our lasers disintigrate down to the atom.

The message was sent back:



I am sorry but this dark biomech pilot has a trail to go to. Plus he can still be saved. The biomech is not fully corrupted and can be saved. We have to try.


But time was not on their side as the transmission was the last thing of clam ground to be spoken. The Commander should have taken their help. Reaver had reawakened and now wanted revenge. The biomech once again moved and this caused alarms an the capital ship as well as the rest of the fleet.

The alarms where loud and thunderous and kicked everyone into high gears as they made the fleet ready for battle once again. The Biomech wreckage soon opened up its arms wide and started to glow with a blackened light that created a sphere of black energy. Shielding him from attacks from either fleet.

The roars of pain where loud. Loud enough to be heard without help. Now it was a waiting game. To guess his next move. The Commander called back.

" On second thought... we may need your help after all."

But this was not the only transmission made. Reavers father was also called and told of his son betrayal.

"Fleet, Omega formation. Power up rhe guns, get our mechs out there." The Crusiers broke off to either side of the dark Biomeck, presenting it with two targets. 29 LAM and 30 HAM dispersed around the area, ready. On board the ship the pilot had been observing and spoke to the Commander. "I must help. If I can man a gun, anything to help. My mech isn't space worthy and won't be until extensive and complicated repairs can be done. How can I help?" In Space the Cruisers Light and Heavy guns swiveled towards there target.

As the Xiscapian fleet made its way around the remains of the regenerating biomech. The swirling energy that engulfed Reavers biomechs was of a terrible energy. But as the Xiscapian ships would soon know... it didn't take having energized ship being to close lightly. As they ships came into range of the mass of energy, it began to slowly draw energy away from them.

The Hobbeebian Fleet swiftly warned the others of the danger of being close to it when it begins to regenerate like it is. Entire planets can be consumed it is was close enough.

" This is Commander Decum You have to remove your ships NOW! It will kill you! I repeat remove your ships from the area! You'll only make it stronger!"

The Hobbeebian fleet Formed its positions around the swirling mass of energy and awaited the biomechs re-emergence. The Commander of the Hobbeebian fleet called out orders as fast as he could. Then he looked to the Xiscapian pilot who was offering help. The Commander looked at him and got an idea..

" You can you pilot a mech that uses mental fusion to operate? Because if you can... I may have a use for you." said the Commander as he looked him in the eye.

"Acknowledged." was sent back. The shields and weapon power cores were already draining. The ships quickly moved out of range, settling down away, the guns still trained on the mech.
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The pilot nodded. "If it's got joysticks and a firing button, I can pilot it. Or even a nuro implant jack. Just show me the thing."

OOc dont forget about the Commanders question to the pilot.

OOC: It's under the black bar.

The Commander looked the Xiscapian in the eyes, he could see the honor in him. The Commander pulled him aside and looked him in the eyes and asked:

" Are you ready to put your life on the line for our nation? To die for our survival? To see this abomination destroyed once and for all? This enemy is like none other you will have ever faced.... and will ever face again. Reaver... Reaver is the son of the most powerful person aside from the Emperors themselves. He commands the legend of our people and the bringer of Armageddon. His father is the most Ranking military commander, and a hero to all our people. Are you ready to kill his son?"

The Commanders eyes where serious and scared at the same time. It was a rare sight to see an Hobbeebian scared. War and battle was a part of their life. And to see one so scared of the fate he made be subjected to was enough to make him cry. The Commander hide his tears well but anyone could see it. The Commander could see the Xiscapian pilot was willing. The Commander took him to the lowest cargo hold where a weapon awaited them. It was the only hybrid mech to be built by the Hobbeebian Command. It had the regenerating armor of the Biomech but not the mental restrictions of the biomech. So it ran completely off the pilots mental signals.

The mech was streamline in its design and fluid in its look. With reflective armor that acted like a mirror the mech was imposing. The Commander looked at the mech and calmly spoke to the Xiscapian pilot :

" This mech is the remains of my biomech... His name was Scimitar. We where the best of friends... hell he was my family. We did everything together. In our last days of our Imperialistic days we where attacked by beings like Reavers. Me and Scimitar fought along side of Reaver and his father. We where like brothers in battle. Reavers father was like a father to me. Scimitar had taken a lot of damage from a capital class cruiser's main guns. I was a floating duck. Reaver and his father came to my rescue.... Reaver took after the ship, while John his Father took to defending me. He took so many shots I still don't know how he lived....To make a long story short Scimitar died. His body was kept alive but his core... his heart and soul where lost. So they took his body and created him. I have never piloted him... You will be the first. When you attack Reaver to so with your full force... DO NOT SHOW HIM MERCY....not because of what he has done, but because I wish to save him from his fathers wrath." The Commander walked over to the mech and touched his hand to the metal of the leg and lowered his head.

The metal of the mech glowed bright white and began to pull the Xiscapian pilot into itself. The Commander stood straight and smiled as he saw his mech accept the Xiscapian pilot. AS the mech took the pilot into itself the bay doors opened pulling the mech into the void of space... into the hell that was about to be brought upon the planet.

bump....

Kartosh climbed into the mech and took off. He floated in ease out in space, close to the fleet. The Captain transmitted: "Glad to see your back and unharmed, Kartosh. Are you ready?" "Ready to kick this thing's ass." muttered Kartosh, who had taken the loss of his own mech not well. However, this new mech handled like a dream. "Weapons systems, check, thrusters, check, armor, shields, check. Let's go." "Give the command to engage." said the Captain to the Hobbeebian fleet's commander.
OOC: What weapons does the mech that my guy's piloting have?

OOC: the mech has the following weapons:

Hobbeebian Sniper Cannon
Internally held Swarmer missiles-100 missiles per pod
- 2 pods
Shoulder mounted twain high output pulse cannons
2x Arm mounted wave pulse cannons

Oh and Biomechs, hybrid or not don't have thrusters they work with a energy glider systems. In other words the whole body emits energy that causes the biomech to move in a certain direction.

erm...alright, who is this? Is this Hobbeeia useing a diffrent account?

OOC: yes that would be correct. The Black Agents is my more modern day alter-ego. But as I said before those are your weapons.

OOC: Alright. I'm still waiting for you to respond ICly.

"Orders?" called out an ensign as he got ready to relay the orders to all those surrounding the dark biomech. This matter , this situation... it was not something that could be prepared for. Its not something that one can be ready for. It is something that all Commanders wished that would not happen. In the back of the Commanders mind he knew that this effort was in vein. And he truly had no idea what to do.

" Orders? " Agin yelled the Ensign..

" I dont know!" screamed the Commander as he held his head in shame for not knowing how to keep his men alive. Its a feeling that all Commanders have a fear of. And not many ever recover from experiencing it.

But redemption was about to appear. From that void called a voice.

" All units retreat to Grid point Omega-6-23-9-x Train all none-energy weapons to center mass train all energy weapons to bottom mass. Train all missiles to ready at the center mass. Engage formation Half-sun, and Prepare for further orders."

Only a few knew the voice that called from the endless darkness that was space. It was a light that stopped the darkness, It was the one was united the Imperium. It was the dark ones father. And from nowhere a voice called from the command room which rang out in the Xiscapian vessels.

" Its him. Our nations Guardian.. John Rynex Grand leader of the Biomech corp. Pilot of the Armageddon Berserk Sythern Fury- Supreme Master Guardian of Light. "

The Commander picked up his head and looked out into space to see if it was truly him. But he could not see, not from his blurred vision, not from his not being visible but because of the bright white light that erupted forth from the void. The Grand white light that enveloped the Biomech's body. And with a mighty boom that bubble of white light disappeared into nothing, leaving only John and his biomech in it wake. The Biomech that came forth was like none-other. Its armor, bathed in gold and silver. The armor adorned with ancient markings and designs. The body of a dragon and wings of an angel, Not even words could truly do justice in its description. And from this example of pure elegance, came a roar that could only be made from beast, a true engine of destruction.

And soon after the roar a voice came booming over all radios ...

" My son. You have dishonored me, your nation and your people. We have broken your oaths, your have killed our people. From here on out your are no longer my son, but the enemy, and the enemy of my nation. Your are an abomination, a perversion, and mockery. now demon..... Come forth. I am here to do battle."

The fleet watched in awe as the mechs faced each other. A message rang over the comm systems. " Its him. Our nations Guardian.. John Rynex Grand leader of the Biomech corp. Pilot of the Armageddon Berserk Sythern Fury- Supreme Master Guardian of Light." Fortunatly, they had gotten the message and targeted all their energy weapons to the mechs bottom mass and all missiles, MAC guns, and nukes at the center mass, waiting for an order to fire.
OOC: I knew there was a reason I kept this thread around. It didn't die ;)

The swirling mass of black energy that once engulfed suddenly broke away like a shell of an egg. But what came out of the once black holeish mass was not the same thing that created it. What came out was something no one had expected, it was something that looked like a demon. A devilish figure that would cause nightmares to those who saw its presence for days to come. But striking similarities between the newly formed Dark biomech and his fathers where unmistakable. The Dragon body with wings that did not fit its body style. And black armor and had red engravings. It was like looking into a mirror that reversed the alignment of the one being reflected.

" Do you see what I have become father?... I have fashioned this biomechs body to match that with my soul. Now we are what we where truly meant to be. I am no longer Reaver. But I an now a new entity, a new life form. I am The Bringer of hatred and death, the Announcer of Hell and horror, I am Apocalic The Tormentor!" The voice that came from the dark biomech was no longer that was flesh and blood. It was the voice of someone who had truly given into the darkness. Then without warning his face appeared on every monitor on every ship. It was like looking into a skulls eyes as he looked into the bridges of every ship and said..

" And today you all will die. You all with feel pain beyond measure and will beg for death." Then the monitors flashed off.


John could not believe that his son could be taken over so quickly. It reminded him of his struggles to resist the darkness within himself. But John was no fool and knew that there was nothing he could do for his son.

" All ship fire at will!. Destroy the Bastard!"

The Hobbeebian vessels fired as soon as they heard his voice. Sniper rounds and high velocity shells poured forth from their barrels and sped towards their target. Missiles burst forth from their tubes and followed their solid counter-parts. The space lite up like multiple reactors going critical.

All the ships in the fleet fired at their designated target areas. All small craft were recalled, they being worse than useless against the huge mech. The Admiral prayed to Qonn, the God of nature and life. Destroy this abomination.

The bombardment struck head on into the dark biomech. The mass of explosions brightened the dark void around them. It was almost like watching a silent movie, with no air in space. But as soon as the attacks erupted they ended. Leaving only empty space behind it... or so everyone hoped.

As the partical cloud " evaporated " the body of the dark biomech remained. His body engulfed in its wings like a bat sleeping, but in this case it was more like a shell of armor protecting the being inside it. The wings that took the attack glowed red with heat as the being inside began to move again. And Reavers darkened ominous voice cried out

" Pathetic... Such attacks will only waste your ammo. Taking orders from my father will only lead you to defeat. And eventually to your deaths at my hand." The words rang out as if he was truly shouting into space and everyone could hear him.

The dark beings wings began to unfurl as Reaver readed his next attack. Slowly energy began to gather into his chest. Gathering into his Core. Reaver became drunk with the power he was gathering and it soon consumed him.

And without warning Reaver Dime-jumped away from the area. Only to reappear in the middel of the fleet's location. The energy he had been gathering was used in one final attack. The chest armor of the dark biomech opened up wide exposing the core within. The Dark void that was once a holy biomech core seemed to absorb any energy it had close by. But this time it started to glow and emit large amounts of hostile energies. And soon erupted into an energized explosion- much like a supernova. The ships inside had almost no chance. And Reavers father could only sit and watch....

OOC: Erm, are you talking about my ships or yours? Cause mine are on the other side of the mech

OOC: mine.

OOC: Ah.
IC: The Captain could only watch in horror as the entire Hobbeebian fleet was destoryed in the massive explosion. The ships turned their guns to the explosion area. Waiting. No way could anything have survived that...

John watched as the rest of the Hobbeebian fleet went up in an explosion that would rival a stars power. The brilliant colors that engulfed and destroyed them was a mixture of Transphasic Radion energy. The basic power of a biomech core, its very life source. But dark-biomechs where strange... they thrived on the brink of death. As the cloud of radion vanished the only solid object that existed was in fact Reaver.

Johns rage toward his own son was becoming unbearable. John pushed forward towards his son, his biomech readied into full combat power. His speed was greater then that was a fighter in full non-light speed travel. Reaver looked towards his father just in time to see his fist comming directly towards his face. As Johns fist made contact the metal crackled and sparked. Reavers body was slung into a helpless spin as he tried to control his motion. His head was thrubing and pain was surging through his body.

Reaver soon regained control of his body as he floated through space. Reaver snapped back into control and took aim at his father.

" Fool. A mere punch to my face will not be enough to defeat me. You and your allies will not be enough to defeat me. Nothing is enough."

As his small speech Reaver took off after his father at break neck speed. Reavers claws fully extended. As he got closer his claws took the glowing color of a black light the signiture marking of a biomech exclusive attack. On the good side its called the Guardian Slash of Victory, of the dark side it was called the Dark clawing of the Damned Souls Hate. As Reaver closed the distance his father quickly extended his claws and his claws took the aura of gold. John then flew out to meet his sons attack... to meet him claw to claw. As the two hit one another Bolts of Transphasic Radion energy shot out into the void. Some where powerful enough to split the reality they where fighting in. Soon the space around the remianing fleet and the two biomechs began to warp out of control and soon erupted into a subuniversial.

John looked around him as the space seemingly shattered around them. It was a bad sign. John quickly called to the remianing fleet.

" This is becoming to dangerous. I want you to return the planet an begin rescue efforts for the people down below."

As many dropships and transports as could be mustered were sent down to the planet to begin the evac. The whole fleet landed to accomidate as many people as possible. The ships, loaded to breaking point, lifted off and broke out of the planets gravity. "There's a planet with a breathable atmosphere not far from here, we'll put them down there and come back for more." said the Admiral as the fleet jumped into hyperspace.

As the journy began a few of the lanets inhabitants approached the Xiscapian military personnel onboard and inquired as to what was happening above the planet that was so terrible that it warrented the enitre planets evacuation.

" Excuse me... sir. Many of us do not know whats happening... Could you fill us in on the details?" one of the people asked as a few more joined him.

The XO, who had been shouting orders, turned to face the civs. "We were told by John Rynex, Supreme Master Guardian of Light, to evac to planet. A battle is going on in space, him against his son, who has turned evil. A whole fleet of yours has already been destroyed, we fear he may destroy the planet as well."

The man nodded and hurried along to pass on the news of the on going battle above them. Many people began to work with the Xiscapians for more diligently now that they knew what was happening....

Above the planet...


" Father... Do you see it? Do you see my damnation upon this uncursed universe? Nothing will escape the coming fire father.. not even out homeworld... It will burn until it is but dust and ash!" Reaver was quick with his dialogue upion whic he went for another attack.

John Braced himself for the attack, grabbing His sons claws just before they made contact with his armor. The dark energy surrounding the claws where powerfull enough to begin coroding it. John looked around for something to use to throw his sons claws into to eliminate the energy. Then he saw the low half of a battle cruiser. With a mighty flip he propelled his sons biomech into the battle cruisers remains, making them explode in a ball of black energies.

" Father you can not continue this fight.. I have infinate power.. your biomech is old and weaker then mine... Give it up... You can not win.."

John swiftly replied..

" This Biomech is not old... Its barely 1000 years old, far young enough to kick your ass."

John lunged forward into the debris field, his armor sparking from the tiny particales making contact. John brought back his hand and exstended his claws and slashed Reavers breastplate, sending him into the planet atmosphere....

AS reaver hit the atmosphere his biomech lit up like a gas soaked paper log. His biomech taking most heat to his back. It was not as hot as the sun... Reaver within the cockpit was scrwaming out of complete pain from the heat...AS they continued to fall they struck the ocean not to far from the evac zones...

More transports were down on the ground, loading up as many civilians as possible. A drop ship lifted shakily into the air, crammed with fifty people when it was meant to only carry thirty, max. A few Xiscapian MPs were keeping the crowd under control and preventing it from becoming a mob scene. Suddenly someone shouted and pointed into the sky. An object was coming down, atmospheric burn flames making it shine like a second sun. The thing was huge, and there was no mistaking it for what it was: The dark biomech. "Shit, that's gonna make a huge tidal wave!" shouted a MP, and loading was now hurried and frantic. Shuttles, drop ships, transports, cargo ships, even patrol and corvette ships were taking on people. The Chief MP shook his head in anger and fear, his tail whipping furiously. "There's too many of them. We'll never be able to evac them all in time." Even though thousands of people had been evaced, hundreds more still waited.
Space...
Kartosh sat in his mech, silently watching the battle. There must be something he could do. Anything.

John screamed over the radio to Kartosh..

" Now follow up and attack him. Dive feet first into the atmosphere. Once your passed the burn zone deploy your Desilator Array and send my son to hell."

John looked to the space beyond the planet below. Something was out there... watching them as they battled. It was a strong feeling, yet all sensors detected nothing. This was a feeeling John did not like at all.

" Fleet Commander Assist in the evacuation.... I will attended to my son if Kartosh can not defeat him. You must help our Xiscapian allies. "

The Fleet commander nodded and shouted out orders..

" All Vessels begin planetary evacuation procedures. We need to move fast. I want Dime portals opened to our secondary Planet colony NOW!"

Engineers began to work as they started to open Dime portals to a planet called Deforia Delta. Officers from the ships above began to herd people into the portals.

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Reaver sank to the bottom of the ocean. The pressure was great but his biomechs body would take it. The sounds of the body stressing under the pressure where loud and very testing on ones will. AS He laided on the oceans floor he waited. He could feel the warmth of the planets mantle below him. He was close to a magma pocket. Reaver turned his biomech around in the water, and sat on the floor on his hands and knees. Reaver then pulled back his fist and smashed into the ground below him. Steam was created as soon as his fist broke the rock. The red hot glow of the magma lite up the place around him.

Reaver smiled and began to absorb the energy of the planet into his body. His core began to glow with a violent black light as the energy fill his body.

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AS Reaver began to absorb the planets energy the land around him began to lose its life signs... Trees and vegitation began to die and the dirt began to crack and break. The planets core itself started to slow and cool.

"YAAHHH!" Kartosh fell though the atmosphere, burn heat and flames licking at his mech. Even his quick reaction time had him halfway to the surface before he could activate his Desilator Array. Yet he saw nothing...then noticed the water, dead sealife floating up, nearby land dying where it stood. Horrified, Kartosh dove though the water, going down, down, down, and onward. He reached the bottom, miles of pressure acting on his mech. There came not a groan or squeak from the mech suit, which was comforting. He dove in towards the magma pocket, confronting a huge, evil mech many times his size. "Your life ends here." He fired his Desilator Array directly at the massive Dark Bio Mech.
Planet...
The evac operations were going much faster now thanks to the portals. The last of the ships lifted off, taking the slower hyperspace route, and only a few Xiscapian MP's stayed behind to help with the loading of the civilians into the portals.

Reaver just saw the Desilator beam as it almost struck his head. Reaver moved just to the left of the beam... taking his left arm off. The beams was absolute as his left arm was incinerated almost instantly after touching the beam.

Reaver screamed loud as the pain of losing his arm got to him. Reaver then jumped from the ocean and back into the sky. is missing arm clearly visible by anyone who could see him.

Reaver absorbed more energy into his core and started to form his Nova attack... The black energy from his core formed into his mouth and seemed to spill out...As Reaver looked around he saw one of the portals being used to evac people from his wrath.....

By this time all Xiscapian ships and personal were away except for about a dozen MPs, a single dropship, and Kartosh. Upon the Dark Bio Mech's escape Kartosh was hot on his tail, flying though the water and then the air after him. He was close, but still too far away...the black energy was forming. Even as Kartosh sped forward he knew he would be too late. The MPs had hurried the last few people into the portal and could only stare in terrifyed awe at the Dark Bio Mech above them. Between them they had only a dozen blaster pistols and a few grenades and flares. They were totally, utterly helpless.

AS the swiraling mass of energy was expelled from the mouth of Reavers biomech, the very gravity of the planets surface was distortedwater of the ocean was pulled up to the energy and trees on the land all bent towards the energy. But as impact was at hand, a flash of light erupted and reavers father came froth and took the energy into his hands and attempted to hold it off as long as possible.

Reaver snurled as he witnessed his father trying to save the MPs on the ground. It was at that time out of the counter of his eye he saw Kartosh coming towards him. Reaver quickly jetted into the air higher and higher. Until he exited the atmosphere. John was struggling with the raw energy his son had produced. And with one quick push John shot the energy into the air... it flew high and then exploded with much fury. John quickly used his body as a shield for the Mps to stay under as the explosion destoryed everything it touched. From space side it looked as if the planet was going through a mass extinction in about 30 seconds. A once lust planet was rendered lifeless in little more then a minute.

The MPs got into the dropship to be protected as they could from the huge, destructive energies swirling around them. The ship lifted off and raced away, vanishing though the portal. Kartosh chased the Dark Bio Mech higher. "You won't get away that easily." he growled, and once again fired his weapons. Destroying an entire planet...blasphemy to Qonn. This man would pay, to die and die forever in the Realm of the Forgotten.

The beams of Kartosh's weapon cut straight through Reaver's wing on his right side. AS the shot ripped through the dark biomechs wing was evaporated Reaver looked back, his eyes full of rage as this lone mech was attacking him so passionately.

Reaver then started to flew backwards looking the pilot in the eyes. As he fully turned back to see the mech he strained his body, and the injuries his biomech had taken soon began to rebuild and heal. It was as if the injuries never existed . His body was full and whole once more....

" You... you pilot a mech not built by your people. You mech is not of steel, yet not of a biomechs skin... it is the same as both yet one a new. Before this is over you and I will do battle. and the victory will prove once and all who shall control the void. prepare yourself... I will return for you."

After Reaver spoke his body seemed to disappear into the void...

Kartosh fired, but it was no use. The enemy was already gone, and he was utterly alone. A dead planet below him, dead allies around him. Closed portals. He shut his eyes, murmering to himself. "Hello?" He broadcasted on open comm. "Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me? Hello?..."

" You are not alone... We are alone." Replied John as he emerged from the swirling atmosphere of the dead planet below him. His biomech body was burned and broken, his once majestic biomechs body was rendered completely broken.

" I wont be able to open a portal, until my biomech has healed. Until then... we may be getting to know one another much better...." john said as he took a position next to Kartosh, floating above a dead planet.

" You must think we are a horrible people.... why we can fall so far... why we can commit such acts of terror against living things... I understand if you have questions"

Surprised by John's sudden appearence, Kartosh listened to his words in silence. "Hardly. I understand perfectly. I saw your fleet, your people, and they are not evil. One twisted, corrupted individual cannot speak for an entire nation or people. We, too, have commited atrocities in war, long ago. The murder of POWs...genocide...we are no more innocent than Reaver, the difference is our ability to regret and learn from our mistakes."

" Surely you must know that even in our world our race... what we are is like trying to walk a tight rope. If we lose ourselves that lust and darkness, then that darkness will consume us. It changes us... and never for the better."

John tried to move his arm, but to not luck as the joints had not yet healed. His frustration showed in his voice. The planet was still dead and the wreckage of the fleets and space station orbited its lifeless corpse. The bodies of the crew members of the destroyed fleet fell to the dead planets surface, many looked like statues... a fitting memorial to the battle that took place.

" Kartosh.. I hope I can rely on your help once again in the battle to come. My son still lives and he has, with no doubt, has begun to take control of another planet. With the planet destroyed and our fleets destroyed we will be hard pressed to combat him."

Inside his mech Kartosh bowed his head. "You can count on me and my people. We stand for freedom, for honour, and for innocents everywhere. As long as there is evil in this galaxy, we will combat it. I realize that there is very little left of your people, now. Your home and military destroyed. But I swear, we as the Xiscapians will help and protect you until the day the Hobbeebias can once again be as they were before." He was choked up. It was the longest speech he had ever made in his life.

John nodded at Kartosh's words and was glad to hear them all the same. Space is a very quite place... John thought to himself, which made him remember that he didn't like space.

Then a dime jump gate opened just above the planet, John prepared himself for what came out...

As the light dissipated, John saw what it was and was over joyed. Radio communication started:

" This is Hobbeebian Explorationary Forces: Excalibur Fleet Contacting any survivors... Over"

John answered as quick as he could.

" This is John Rynx, Supreme Master Guardian, of the Hobbeebian Imperial Forces. Requesting immediate assistance. My Biomech need repairing and I have a champion in need of some R & R"

Kartosh was immensly grateful to the newly arrived fleet. It had been sitting at the back of his mind that, without a portal or a hyperdrive of any kind of the mech, he would never be able to get back to his people anyway. It seemed the clean-up and rescue crew had arrived...Kartosh feared they would have much to clean up but nothing to rescue. It now hit him, painfully, that his mech had been on one of those Hobbeebian starships when the fleet was destroyed. He hadn't been real attatched to it, but it was his. No time for that now, however. He moved in a little a waved one of the mech's hands at the fleet. "Uh...hi." he looked to John. "Can you land on a starship, with a mech of that size."

John laughed and motioned his head in a no fashion. The fleet made its way to the mechs who were floating in the void. It was a small fleet, a single command ship, 3 sniper ships, 2 Missile ships, and 5 carriers. John would have to use the carriers as his repair station.

On the command ship astonishment had over come many of them as they thought no one had survived the battle on the planet.

" This is Fleet Commander Iroh Ozai. Good to see you alive... The carriers are awaiting your arrival to begin repairs. Kartosh is clear to land on the other one. The third will run scans."

John nodded and floated his way to one of the carriers and landed his body on its surface. The other Carrier moved into position to repair Kartosh's mech.

Kartosh grunted inside his mech. "Can I get out now?" The mech was confortable, and not in any way too small or cramped, but having sat there for some time with only the smell of his sweat and John's voice over his comm for company, he was eager to get out and stretch his legs. Hopefully a shower, food, and a bed to boot.

AS the other carrier circled the mechs, a voice came over their comms.

" Alright scans show no infection your clear to disembark your mechs and proceed inside, we will have meals, rooms and entertainment for you upon you arrival into our ship."

AS the other carrier circled the mechs, a voice came over their comms.

" Alright scans show no infection your clear to disembark your mechs and proceed inside, we will have meals, rooms and entertainment for you upon you arrival into our ship."
Kartosh murmered his thanks and set about getting out of his mech. He removed the nodes from his head and the mech opened in the back. He kind of slid out, landing on his feet. He stretched expansivly, yawning wide, showing sharp canines. He shook his head and resumed his normal stance: Casual with a hint of hoodlum. He looked around at the inside of the enormous Carrier. Nice ship...

Nice ship...

" That flatters us. This is a human made Explorationary Carrier. Not the best... but not the worst. Compared to our Imperial Corrillian Carriers... This is space garbage. But it does provide so of the best time you'll ever have in your life." commented a docking bay coordination officer who was an Eborian by blood. His long Silver hair, white glowing eyes, and metallic skin his stood out from the rest of the human crew.

" I hope you dont mind, but I have taken the liberty of placing you in our guest quarters along with some entertainment. I am sure you wont be disappointed." said the Coordinator as he nodded his head in a respectable manner before handing him a crystaline key card and strolling away.

Meanwhile John was in the Command ship taking inventory of the remaining forces of the Explorationary Forces in the milky way. And the numbers did make him feel any better.

" 4 Battle-Crusiers, 5 Carriers, 10 Sniper Vessels, 6 Shield ships, and 20 Missile vessels.... With full crews plus 2000 reserve crews.... I have roughly 6000 marines and 300 operational Drop ships." The numbers didn't help ease his mind. Knowing his son... he had twice the number by now.

" That flatters us. This is a human made Explorationary Carrier. Not the best... but not the worst. Compared to our Imperial Corrillian Carriers... This is space garbage. But it does provide so of the best time you'll ever have in your life." commented a docking bay coordination officer who was an Eborian by blood. His long Silver hair, white glowing eyes, and metallic skin his stood out from the rest of the human crew.

" I hope you dont mind, but I have taken the liberty of placing you in our guest quarters along with some entertainment. I am sure you wont be disappointed." said the Coordinator as he nodded his head in a respectable manner before handing him a crystaline key card and strolling away.

Meanwhile John was in the Command ship taking inventory of the remaining forces of the Explorationary Forces in the milky way. And the numbers did make him feel any better.

" 4 Battle-Crusiers, 5 Carriers, 10 Sniper Vessels, 6 Shield ships, and 20 Missile vessels.... With full crews plus 2000 reserve crews.... I have roughly 6000 marines and 300 operational Drop ships." The numbers didn't help ease his mind. Knowing his son... he had twice the number by now.
Kartosh grinned widely. "Thank you. You are most generious." He stuck the key card in his belt. Still looking around, he proceeded to his quarters. Inside it was plush and luxerious. Aside from what seemed to be a bathroom and bedroom, the place was one big room. The kitchen was well stocked with food and drink, with a healthy liquior cabnet. The living room had a tan, soft couch that went from the far wall all the way to the middle of the room. After it was a glass table with black wooden legs, squat and perfect for holding food and drink. Ahead of that was a huge wide screen TV. There was a short hall with two white doors. The first led to an ornate bathroom, complete with a bath, shower, sink, steam room and drying area. Kartosh barely saw the bedroom. This was because he flopped down on the bed, exhasted, and instantly fell asleep.
In space a Cruiser exited hyperspace near the main fleet. It was Xiscapian, and a message was sent out. It was short and simple:
What can we do to help?

As the Crusier came around the remaining Explorationary Forces ships, a message was sent in reply..

" We need someone to collect the scraps from around the planet, If you can begin gathering it for us that would be great."

Strange, but not unreasonable. The Cruiser immediatly began to use it's tractor beam to compile the wreckage. Most of it was the destroyed debries from the ill-fated fleet which had been orbiting the now dead planet. It took some time, but finally everything was in order, more or less.

As the Xiscapian vessel swepted the dead planets orbital rings of debris and wreckage the Hobbeebian fleet Commander looked over combat data recorded from Johns Cockpit survallince system. The Commander was a scholar and had been studing the effects and powers of the Dark biomech race.

Video of the attack played over and over again in his head. He was astounded that the dark biomech was so resiliant in combat; most biomechs would have died long ago under that kind of constant bombardment. even after losing a limb it fought like it was never hit at all.

" Commander, we just got a call signal from drone Alpha 4. It has spotted a massive Transdeminsional rupture about 5000 lightyears from our current location. " called out a drone watcher was he finished looking over reports.

The Commander looked up from his earlier trance and thought a moment about what to do next. He factored the codition of his fleet, its crews and the codition of the only real weapons against Reaver, John and Kartosh. After a few moments he called out orders.

" Fleet prepare for transdeminsional jump, all ship to combat status and warm all weapons. Fighters to standby."

The ship went into a frenzy of activity as the ship was prepared for the jump. Hobbeebian Dime -tech was advanced but no one ever left their fates up to a computer, no matter how good it was. As the activity died down the ships zero-point energy generators came to life as the ships generated massive amounts of power for the jump. The out side of the ship seemed to glow ever so slightly before a sudden bright flash of pure white light which engulfed not only the Hobbeebian fleet but the Xiscapians as well. When the light was gobe only the sight of a true paradise could be seen.

Many aboard the Hobbeebian fleet had seen to specticale before many times, however it was surely new to the Xiscapian crew now floating through an alternate reality.

"Alpha universe emergance in 2 Trans-hours." called out the Helmsman from his station in the front of the ships bridge.

The Commander smiled and simplly watched the universe around them exist.

As the Hobbeebian fleet arrived at the Alpha universe emergance point the Commander called all stations to combat status again to ensure all where at station and ready for what even was awaiting them once they crossed over. All those on board where a bundel of nerves as many had just witnessed astocities not seen by many.

As the fleet finally crossed over a single nova blast struck a corvette in the forward bow, making the ships sheilds shatter and vaporize to ship itself. Quickly reacting to the attack the fleet quickly began to fire all weapons to the point of origin of the attack. One after another small explosions and small disrution burstserutped in the distance, letting the Commander know that his attacks where making contact. After the volly ended a loud ominous roar echoed through out the ship. The crew shuttered at its sound many trying their hardest to remain calm.

It was after the volly that Reaver father left the Command ship with his own biomech to meet his son head on. The Commander called out to John as he left the ship.

" I know your angery, but rushing into battle like this will not help anything. Please let us try and stop him."

John only replied with the following:

" Request denied."

As John left the fleet behind, the Commander started to call out orders to help support John as he went into battle with his own son. The Commander tried his hardest to understand the position of John. His own son, turned to the darkness, obliterating a planet, and destorying thousands of ships full of both military and civilian personnel.

As John leaped forward in the vast void, his painful tears rolled from his eyes and down his face; the golden liquid tears of the Eborian, of a Guardian of Light. With mornful screams and dreaded thought his mission was clear and unhindered, his sons broken body and wicked soul all for the taking. But John could shake the bitter feeling of loss and saddness. As his son body came into view John screamed out:

" You vile person... How could I have raised such a monster? How could I have not seen your truest motives... Simplely seeking power above all else... above your honor, above your nation... above your family..... How could you simplely throw all these away and still have enough soul left in you to live?"

Then back over the comms system his son came back over...:

" Because power is all. And without power, nothing matters. For if one can not protect what he loves... then he can not truely love what he has.I am called evil because I killed all those people? Why? because they where citizens of our nation? Had they been of an enemy, I would have been praised a hero! How hipocritical of all of you for calling me a villian for killing, when you all do the same, but with the go ahead from society! Deep down it matters not who, or why we kill, or fight battles, or destroy! For we are warriors, bound by the common soul of battle. Now Father if you truely wish to understand me, then come at me with no reservations, with no remorse, with no restriction; and let my fists communicate with yours, let my sould speak to yours in only a way a fighters soul can!"

John for the first time could feel his son... feel his existance, feel his passion for life. And he finally knew his son was right... He was a fighter, a warrior; someone who needed to fight just to justify his own existance. John stopped his advance towards his son and simply gazed upon his son. After a minute his son spoke again:

" Now father came at me... come and fight me... come live with me in battle!"

John let his head hang low, and his tears fall on to the cockpit below. As each tear fell on struck the cockpits floor the golden color of his tears then began to spread throughout the cockpit itself and then turned bright white. then for what seemed like an eternity John was face to face with his biomech; gazing upon one another. John just looked at him, and his biomech the same. Then without warning his biomech spoke in a voice like no he had ever heard...

" John.... we have been through some much together, we have defeated many foes, and saved many lives. But what your son speaks is true, we are warriors and we express ourselves best when in combat. your scientist have always wondered what creates a Dark biomech.... And your have only learned to science behind it. A dark biomech is no more inheriently evil then a gentle breeze. The evil your say it is, is the action is its growth, which you call corruption. A dark biomech is not evil, but is truely released to live a life of unrestricted passion. And it has a willingness to destroy all those who wish it to be controled.

Your son wishes to be powerful, so he may protect that which is most dear to him. Why do you think he is so willing to fight you? He wishes to protect your by killing you, so that you will never suffer, never be hurt again. Your son is not evil, but is mad with passion. but his passion is causing the deaths of millions, and for this he must be stopped. You must release his son from his maddness and set him free."

After hearing his good friend tell him those words; John had no reservation in doing just as his biomech perscribed. As john returned to his normal state of mind he watched as his sons biomech regenerated and became whole once more.

" Father... Stop stalling... Will you fight me or not?!" Screamed Reaver

John nodded and went after his son who was bracing for his advanced. It was like an eternity watching John pull back his fist and prepare to pummble his own son in to dust. As Johns fist came foward and within inches of striking Reavers biomech's face, Reaver dodged and kneed his father in the stomach. The pain tracer on Johns biomech sent the pain wave right into his lower torso. John didn't have time nor luxury to hold his side as the pain wrenched him. John quickly countered with a throat punch which struck magnificently on target. Reaver fell back holding his throat... gasping for air.

Reaver gsained his composure and engaged his Ion vulcans, sending thousands of smaller Ion Beams at his father which struck in his back, sending needel like pains in to his whole back.

The Commander back at the fleet only watched in amazment at their vicious battle. He knew he would be no help in this situation....

John focused his mind against his sons bombardment, the small ion rounds that where once causing pain, where now only a minor nusiance. With a might roar John opened his wing wide and started to absorb his sons attack with his wings energy abosrbation ability. Reaver paid no attention to his father actions, for his mind was fully enraged and was unable to detach long enough to comprehend what was happening around him.

As the bombardment on John body ceased and the rounds absorbed into his wings, John could feel his biomech becoming more energized and pulsed with power. And with John opening the powerful jaws of his biomech his summoned the absorbed energy into his mouth and gathered it like a black hole gatheres all around it. A blinding white light from John mouth soon came forth as a special attack nick named the White Nova.

The ball of pure energy that erupted from Johns mouth soon engulfed the small ion rounds as if they never existed. And with Reavers attack now useless, his mind soon returned from its rage induced coma and urged Reaver to try and evade. But the power of the blast was so powerful that it began to develop its own gravitational pull. Try as Reaver could he couldn't break free of his father attack.

Reaver turned to meet the attack head on and flew into it as if he wanted to die. But just before reaching his father attack he deployed his Darkness Claws and placed them infront of his body to let them take the brunt of the attack...