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Galactic Republic of Anagonia - Republic of Novaar - in orbit around Planet Prometheon

The Droidaken World was a tangle of steel and constructs. The Planet itself was entierly artifical, built with authorization by the Galactic Congress as a permanent home for the Anagonian Sentient Droids. Named after the Droidekan Leader, Prometheus, two artifical moons were constructed to orbit around the planet. Zeus and Thor, named after the two droids first created by Prometheus' hands, were basically habitable battle moons that house huge construction complexes. On one such moon, Zeus, a gigantic projected had been underway for the past twenty years to bring Anagonia back into the stage of Space Supremecy.

Inside the moon, housed deep within and shielded against any possible spy activity was the prize. A 9.2 kilometer long behemoth modeled after the Northrop-Grumman SBCV-450 Battlecarrier Zereul Refit. The Republic Navy had learned much from tactics employed in minor and major skirmishes that involved the Battlecarrier. It also learned of another possibility for the aging design. Chief General Oscar Vladinchi had been the first to take note of the lack of carrier-born mothership operations that the Navy lacked. He also spear-headed the massive drive to construct a new design that would look as formible as the Zereul.

Nodea Rudav, one of the Galactic Provicional States in the Republic, first began experimentation with the concept on the Anagonian Battleship design. The outcome was more than expected. During a border skirmish with the notorious Imperial Remnant, the Battleship Carrier lead a fleet into a major confrontation that lasted nearly three months. The Imperial Remnant had taken a foothold near the Nodea Rudavian star system Sierra-Six. During the operation, the Battleship Carrier Frankenstien had lost all Heavy Cruiser supremecy. Drawing back to the tenth planet in the Sierra-Six system, the Battlecarrier Successfully did mining operations and constructed new Heavy Cruisers to use. Crew was spared from the main battleships in the fleet, and eventually a final push was initiated.

The newly constructed Heavy Cruisers and the rest of the Battleship Carrier fleet operated at max efficency and destroyed nearly the entire Imperial Remnant fleet, and forced a once-and-for-all surrender that lead to twelve new planets in the Republic.

The lessons from the Sierra War were not forgotton. Implemented in the new Battlecarrier design was a construction drydock. Mining facilities for gathering the proper resources were installed. It was thought that with these capabilities that, seeing the success of the Frankenstien, with at least three such new ships the Republic Navy could conduct operations deep within enemy territory without loosing out on valuable resources over time.

And so, deep within Zeus was the constructed SDSC-001 Starcarrier - SBCV Refit (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=1103679193&page=1#1192830627). It was named the Enterprise because of its valuable scientific, medical, and military capabilities for the Republic Navy. She was scheduled for a priority first mission the moment she launched.

Currently, premission checks were underway. Going with her were ships from the 2nd and 15th Battlefleets. These ships were currently docked within the planetoid Moon Thor. Already five Battleships had launched, and four Heavy Cruisers. They positioned themselves in the Military Waiting Lane behind the Plantoid Zeus.

For extra protection, and possibly the give-away to a major operation, the 1st Battlecarrier Fleet, comprised of the Anagonia and fourty other ships, were positioned in High orbit of Prometheon. She and her Admiral, Greg Paladin, were in orbit to give a proper send-off to the newly constructed cousion of the Zereul. Communications could easily be picked up coming from the moons and planet to the fleets of ships protectively surrounding Prometheon. Everyone was expecting something.

Anagonia Battle Group - High Orbit above Prometheon

Greg was a typical Human, about 5'9". He had been in the Anagonain Marines for a quite some years, but later went into the realm of diplomacy, trying to stay away from serious politics. However, later in his carreer he accepted the responsibility of being the Captain of a Pocket Battleship. It was a welcomed return to fighting for Greg. After many skirmishes with the long-gone Imperial Remnant, and over a period of ten years of valued service, Greg reached Admiral. He was given command of the Anagonia later than same year. Rubbing his hands along the comfortable Admirals chair Greg recalled many an event that he had witnessed sitting here.

But nothing like this.

He magnified the viewer on his personal holographic screen. He caught a glimsp of the font of the newly constructed Enterpise and nearly wept with joy. It wasn't everyday you got to witness the launch of a ship capable of destroying enemy worlds.

He thought for a moment. Well....maybe not every hour.

Silently amused he punched up the countdown timer till launch. He observed the Enterpise Exploration Group slowly reach the Planetoid Zeus and arrive in proper formation. The timer, as he glimsped, read 12:59:32.

Twelve Hours, Fifty-Nine minutes, and thirty-two seconds until launch. He waved for a cup of coffee.

OOC:

Basically a countdown to launch and a very-much anticipated return to RPing. Anyone from the Galactic Empire, or any other Space Nation, may post a notice with a reasonable explanation of how they got past detection. I'd like to make this interesting, but I have only a one-post-a-day capability due to work. If your interested, make something up, post, and have fun.

Also, Coreworlds, take notice. ;)

Time to Launch: 11:32:16

Greg Paladin flew his XF-200 Super Starfighter past the bow of the Anagonia inspecting for any hull damage. He had drank his fill of the coffee and felt as hyperactive as a three-year-old. Occasionally he would implement a barrel-roll and initiate a burn at high speeds. His two escort pilots had a hard time keeping up with him, while not crashing into the huge hull of the Zereul Refit. By some miracle, they weren't dead yet.

"Sir, could you slow down?"

Greg laughed like a madman as he pushed his Super Starfighter to the limits in a high-G flip that directed him towards the end of the Anagonia. He was having the time of his life, feeling once again like a Republic Marine Pilot so many years earlier. It was only when his escorts desperate plea came through the comm channel that he cared to slow down and actually begin to inspect his ships hull.

"Yea, yea. Sorry," Greg altered the gyro on his fighter, "Just remembering old times."

"I take it those times involved getting your limbs blasted off." Both escort pilots chuckled at that.

"Almost, I still have my origional set."

Normally by the end of a Marines career did he have robotic attachements in replacement of lost limbs. Most soldiers and pilots lost something from their bodies to allow some replacement. Greg, however, was not one of these. So it was quite a startle to the one pilot who had a mechanical leg.

Slowly Greg arched the starfighter up to avoid a corvette. It looked like one of his merhant ships, but he couldn't tell. Looking back at the hull he noticed some dents and battle damage that he hadn't noticed before. He turned his comm to the bridge.

"Charlie get a repair team out to ship-quad twenty-four. Looks like some hull dents."

"Aye admiral. On their way."

Satisfied, he continued his slow search pattern across the Anagonia's hull.

Planetoid Moon Zeus - 10:55:01 until launch - Starcarrier Enterprise

Oscar Vladinchi was present on the newly constructed bridge of the Zereul Starcarrier when an alarm sounded. Just once, nothing like a normal alarm. Puzzled by it he looked at the ships large holographic display. He suddenly realized that this wasn't a normal on-ship message. It had the signature of the Chief President, and-

-Oscar transfered the message to his personal holographic panel. He read it, twice, then three times over and called the ships Admiral over. Rear Admiral Myles Rush hurried over from the Weapons station. He knelt beside the Admirals chair and peered at the holographic display.

"What is it, Chief General?" Myles had a germanic accent to his english.

"We have new orders from the Chief President," Oscars accent remained heavy in Russan, but present the english language in a very understandable manner. "Instead of our exploration mission, we must head immedietly to this point. Our purpose will be immedietly transfered via ship-to-ship channels."

"So I would surmise we would be entering the prowling grounds of a wolf, eh?" Wolf was the general term for stealth ships, which Myles used quite often these days. "Must have cought something pretty damn big to have us help." He looked down the message, "Which ship are we meeting anyway?"

"It doesn't say, just that it is Drekamythian." Oscar noted Myles' confused look, and nodded in understanding. "Yes, Comrade. I too am in a state of confusion." He sighed, "But orders are orders."

"So you'll be coming with us, I suppose?" Myles slapped Oscars shoulder, "Good Comrade Brethren, like the old days, eh?"

"Eh, indeed. Though I sense something larger happening."

Galactic Republic of Anagonia - Imperial Drekamythian Empire - Near the Galactic Empire border

Captain Garret Sharp looked at his chronos. It read 09:14:23. Nine hours, fourteen minutes, and twenty-three seconds until the big dog arrived. He looked around the bridge, drenched in red light from stealth running. His Heavy Cruiser was specially equipped for silent runs and avoiding detecting. Right now the Gregory Saint was doing just that, only going a third of normal thrust through the light asteroid belt.

On his screen currently was the passive microwave detection gathering, chemical trail gathering, and pulse wave detections. He saw before him a blip, then another, then another, then another. Hundreds of blips, thousands.

Garret started to sweat. How could he last this long?

Planet Prometheon - High Orbit - Anagonia Battle Group

Greg sat in the ships officers mess and drank some morning coffee. Around him hundreds of high and low ranking ships officers did the same. His joints ached from the stunts he pulled in the starfighter yesterday. Probably shouldn't try to be a kid again, he thought. He rubbed his left knee and sipped some more hot, delicious, coffee.

Heavy Stealth Cruiser Gregory Saint - Unknown Location - Imperial Drekamythian Empire

Garret Sharp ran through the figures again, his computer display responding to his constant poking on the screen. "So your telling me these arn't ships?" Garret couldn't believe his eyes. The Sensor Techs spent all night tracking the blips. What they disovered was more than Garret could comprehend without Coffee. "Then what the hell are they?"

"Were not completely sure, Captain." 1st Lt. Netwon Velez was the Chief Technician onboard the Gregory Saint. He had personally endured long hours to make sense of the new findings, and put them in an understandable context. Now, looking at Garret, he realized he perhaps didn't work hard enough. "However, what we discovered is that they definitely ARE time anomolies."

Garret looked at Netwon, then back at the screen. "Wait a minute, your saying these are possible Sub-Space breaches?" Garret had studied some rudementry Sub-Space Physics at the Academy. He understood how it basically worked. Something about what Netwon said brought back those lessons. "But I thought Sub-Space was a contained dimension?"

"It is, Captain. But remember your physics lessons?" Netwon brought up another box that was minimized in the screens corner. "Sub-Space is a dimension of space-time that is beneath our normal space. When a ship enters this dimension they not only are entering a level of space beneath our understanding of space-time, but they are changing completely the laws of physics in the process." Netwon clicked on the simulator, seeing the Captain loosing understanding. "Now, when our ship enters Sub-Space, we enter a completely different world. It's kinda like Hyperspace and Warp Travel, but similar to FTL. What basically happens is that our ship forces a time-space wormhole, not distortion, into Sub-Space. Our ship, if it wasn't shielded by the Sub-Space Reactor, would instantly be crushed to the size of a pea by the dimensional forces at work in Sub-Space. But since we are shielded by the Reactors output wormhole generation, we are safely contained in a portion of our dimension that keeps us...well...I actually don't know much about how that works." Netwon sighed, rubbing his head. "No one does, actually. How we stay from being a pea and how we maintain a portion of our space-time through Sub-Space is something like a fluke act of luck." He shrugged, " Nevertheless, when we exit, we come out the end of the same said wormhole back into our space-time."

Garret nodded, but pointed back at the screen. "I understand that, but where does time travel come into play here?" Netwon nodded, bringing up another minimized box to view. "In our early days of Sub-Space we discovered that once the wormhole close we could deactivate the shields and allow our ship a minimal amount of time to float in Sub-Space. Now, eventually the ship would still be crushed but, more importantly, during those early studies we found time distortions in Sub-Space." He pressed the screen for another demonstration of computer graphics. "These right here are the common Sub-Pylon structures that emit the Lightning in Sub-Space and after our exit. These-" Netwon pointed to readings "-are the calculations on the structure and composition of the Sub-Pylons. They discovered something facinating about them."

Garret was interested now, like a kid in a candy store. He nodded, "I understand that. That's the calculation for the probability of Space-Time distortions. But why is that related to Sub-Space?" Netwon nodded, "Excellent question. However, the key to the answer is basically the end-result. You see, one fleet of ships discovered the answer, because no one knew the answer, or the result, or the calculation that would decipher it. Sub-Space was just too unknown to even attempt to give these structures a mathematical equation for their existance." He brought up another minized box. Garret relaized Netwon kept thousands of them. "That was, until the Nodea Rudavian Exploration Fleet was lost while going into one of these pylons and off the designated Sub-Space trajectory. One probe was launched with critical imformation discovered upon entering the Sub-Pylons." Netwon showed the results, then looked at Garret.

Garret was in shock. "Wait a second, your saying the Sub-Pylons are actually manufactored by distortions in TIME?!" Now Garret had a headache. Netwon continued, "Yes, Captain, exactly. So somewhere out there, somehow, the Exploration fleet still exists. And these readings are the same designated readings the probe brought back from the missing fleet." Garrett sighed, sitting in a nearby station chair. "Are these natural, did we cause them?" To his relief Netwon nodded, "Aye Captain, they are. No need to worry about that part. Although not common, they do happen. So their like every other unexplained phenomenon in the universe." He shrugged, "They just happen."

Garret Sharp looked at the screen, then back at the Chief Tech. "Velez, relay this to Prometheon and Enterprise. Make sure to tell them these are NOT hostiles." Netwon nodded, "Right away. Who know's," he said while he walked to the communications station, "might be a good first mission for the new ship."

Starcarrier Enterprise - docked inside Planetoid Moon Zeus - 03:14:22 till launch

Oscar Vladinchi looked over the new information from the Gregory Saint. The ship had finally been indentified after the assumption that hostiles were in the vacinity had been cleared. His holographic display scrolled down towards the finding results and the possibility of a missing fleet. Oscar personally remembered that fleet.

Long before Anagonia took the scene, both in Motherland and among the Stars, Nodea Rudav existed. They had built Battlestars and Super Dimensional Fortresses to combat and conquer the far reaches of the many colonies they had in place. Nodea Rudav was in its golen age during this period, and enjoyed much of the Soviet Democratic benefits it did today.

However, before the Giant Asteroid slammed into Nodea Rudav eons ago, destorying the earthly nation, Soviet Space Command had ordered the colonization of a few planets in an abondoned and deserted part of the Milky Way. One fleet went exploring, one went colonizing. The one that went exploring was the SDF Luna Battle Group.

They never returned. Only a small probe, with huge amounts of information that made no sense, had returned. Something about Sub-Space, and the disovery of a new way to travel the stars.

Galactic Republic of Anagonia - Planet Prometheon - 00:30:29 till launch

The space above the manufactured planet distorted and began creating ruptures in the space-time fabric. Lightning streaked through space from the many spacial anomolies forming and contorting shape. It was massive, so massive that Greg Paladin had to order the Anagonia Battlegroup into a lower orbit to avoid any possible spacial reprocussions.

It was when the Battlegroup had quickly retreated that the distortions began making the forms of ships, much like those recognized in Anagonia's military. After a few more moments, the brightest light one could ever see erupted, then in its wake thousands of ships slowly made their way into Prometheon Orbital Range.

Admiral Greg Paladin knew they were from Anagonia, and why they were here. Somewhere in the distant stars a huge battle was being fought. The Galactic Republic had taken noticed and issued orders to assemble half the known Republic Navy to assist in the war, if needed. Oscar Vladinchi likened it to the first Exodus of Anagonia.

Standing by the large battle chart in the center of the bridge, Greg pressed the holographic display to bring up the new fleets statistics. He was amazed by what he saw.

First was the amount of battleships. Easily two-thousands Anagonian Battleships comprised this new task force. Each carried a combined arsenal of 360,000 fighters and bombers! Next was the assortment of Heavy Cruisers and Battlecruisers, which combined to about 3,000 ships. The combined fighter assortment equaled 157,500 fighters and bombers! Not as fantastic as the first fighter contingent, but put together they did a doosey.

Scrolling through the other statistics he noted the 1,500 Pocket Battleships and their combined 135,000 fighters and bombers and the four SBCV's that mainly finished up the fleet. There were definitley more statistics to be seen(!) (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=1103679193&page=1#1147366071) but they would have to wait for another time.

Galactic Republic of Anagonia - High Orbit around Prometheon - High Exile Super Battlegroup

Drakomis stood onboard the SBCV Homeworld bridge and walked towards the battle chart for a complete summary. Four SBCV's would attend to this massive mission to save an old friend, should they accept, and an entire Republics reserve fleet would be put to the test once more against the Galaxy's best trained fighting force. He personally like the odds.

He viewed the display and saw the SBCV's Novar, Delphi, and Horsica with their respective contigents. Very soon he hoped to hear the call to answer a desperate plea. But until then he would wait for it, and if none came he would attend to another Military Matter that this fleet could easily solve.

OOC:

Coreworlds, your fleet. Take it if ya want it, if not dun worry. Anyway, I changed one SBCV because I wanted the Anagonia for my own RP right now. The other two ships I promised will come later in the RP if you decide you need them too.

Anywho, suprise-suprise! I RPed it through a backdoor.

Somewhere Deep in the Milky Way

Nodea Rudav. A name for the ancients.

Long ago the Soviet Premier, the first President of the Union of Soviet Planetary Republics, told a story of the first Journey. It was a magnificent story, one that changed the foundation of the Soviet Expedition forever. It told of a lost Motherland, the origional Rudavian People, and how we were seperated from the bountiful worth of our given birthright.

Some said it was a dream, others a fairytale. But me, I say it's a reality.

I am the Soviet Prime, the tenth President of the Union of Soviet Planetary Republics. I have lived for fourty-two years serving my beloved People. I have made my name, and set my history in stone for all time. I serve the Generation of Prosperity, the tenth era of Rudavia. And I believe Nodea Rudav is out there, somewhere, waiting for its long-lost children to come home.

Starcarrier Enterprise - 0:00:00 hours

Oscar Vladinchi took her out slow and steady from the mechanized planetoid that created her. Thousands of civilian and military vessels watched as Zeus parted in half and payed farewell to the Enterprise as she made her way to high orbit. Watching the screens closely he maneuvered past the huge armada around Prometheon and set course for the Sub-Space jump point. Two Battleships accompanied her as she started her star-drive and glowed with the intensity of a thousand suns.

Then she was gone, heading to worlds unknown.

Unknown Location - Imperial Drekamythian Empire

The Starcarrier Enterprise returned to proper existance beside the last known location of the Heavy Cruiser Stealth Ship Gregory Saint. The Sub-Space anomalies had been more frequent since the last check-in with High Command, per a secure-line feed to Enterpise upon re-entry into normal space.

Oscar Vladinchi attached the Gregory Saint to his fleet and endeavored to enter one of the anomalies. Afterward, they were gone again, making way towards history.







OOC:

Just a bump. Been working too much. I swear I'll put a decent post up soon!

Union of Soviet Planetary Republics - Unity Station

Soviet Premier Dimitri Rollins, Leader of the Generation of Prosperity, sat at the head of the United Planets Summit in session. He had been called to represent a situation between the Omnibots and the Imperial Empire. It was as stressful a situation as it could get for Dimitri, after so long sitting in the Presidential Palace and reviewing Congressional papers and getting used to the fabled "sameness" of everything. He held a hand to his gray hair, rubbed it back in place, and straitened his Soviet Uniform.

Two long hours had passed of nothing but arguments, and currently it looked as if two more hours would be the same outcome. Finally, after staring at the robotic entity called Steamspark he slammed his fist onto the table, making both the Imperial Ambassador and the Omnibot Representative look directly at him.

"Gentlemen, let us not go back towards the Age of Armageddon and embrace the ways of the past Decepticon Overlord and the Imperial Emperor." Seeing that he finally had their attention, he continued. "I, being elected my term for my Generation, being the Premier, and being the Moderator, do see this skirmish of words useless. We did not create the United Planets to crash into oblivion so our peoples of equal stature may cry for mercy and peace!" He looked at Imperial Ambassador Rich McGron for his next volley of words, "I will not tolerate an escalation of war over some stupid excuse that the Omnibots are economically more stable than the Empires Economy. They are sentient robots, for Christs Sake! They can mass produce anything without rest!" He looked to Steamspark next, who seemed to be smiling. "And you! Don't embrace the fact that we neither have metal for bones or lubricant for blood! We are equals, and your leaders and your people have recognized this for over a hundred years!"

Dimitri sighed and sat back in the unusually comfortable chair, which didn't seem comfortable minutes earlier. Looking back between the two, he raised both hands with his palms upward. "Now, I admit we have our differences, but that does not mean we cannot get along. Our economic state is in Prosperity, thus my Generations namesake. Omnius and Imperius have both contributed to Rudavia's success!" He smiled, with an added chuckle for effect. "We are making the dream of our ancestors a reality! We are cooperating and at peace! No war! No death! Only an equal match between our respective empires."

He lowered his hands, and continued his smile. "Now I do know we all want this to continue, but please remember we are here to find a solution. We are not here to create another problem." He raised both hands, motioning towards the figures present. "Continue, but this time, with knowledge we are Brothers among the stars."

Onboard Macross Class SDF-14 Brave - Two hours after Unity Conference

Dimitri stood beside the Captain as they exchanged the days stories. Captain Wikiman described the random spacial anomalies that had been detected nearby, while Soviet Premier Rollins describe the successfull conclusion to the United Planets session. Afterwards they headed for the ships galley and engaged in vodka consumption that would make a normal human being fall over dead. Still quite sober, they continued towards the hanger bay as Dimitri inspected the ships contingent. Wikiman knew the Premier enjoyed seeing the Soviet Military proudly displaying the fabled Hammer and Sickle emblem. He had to admit that being in such a Democratic Society protected by the two majestic farmers equipment was quite satisfying.

Following a few hours of ships inspections and the proud display of the Soviet Flag, Dimitri retired to the Captians Quarters for the night. He didn't like taking up space, but Captain Wikiman insisted. Afterall, the vodka was taking affect and who was he to argue that falling over drunk just might create something of a problem?

Before nodding off to sleep he went through the logs on the ships log. The anomalies were quite fascinating, he had to admit. The sensor operator, according to the report he was reading, swore there were ships. Of course that was impossible, since none of these Trans-Dimensional anomalies had never distributed a single vessel worth any military investigation.

Slowly, he went to sleep, letting the alcohols sweet embrace take him to his dreams.

Starcarrier Enterprise

Oscar Vladinchi was thrown to the floor by a violent lurch as the Starcarrier exited the anomaly. He blacked out then, pulled to unconsciousness by some unknown force. He couldn't place the feeling, but he swore it was of Jedi origin. Surely, years after his exile from the Order, they wouldn't find interest in him?

He tried to open his eyes, but found total darkness. Then he realized that his eyes were open, and that it was darkness. He could feel himself standing, but had no direction, no sense of walking. A blinding flash of light engulfed him, his hand covering his eyes by pure instinct. He adjusted to the new light, gasping as he saw a huge meadow of wheat-grass spanning hundreds of miles.

He was home.

But no, something told him this was just a dream, just a figment of his imagination. He couldn't be home, logic argued. He was on board the Enterprise. Yet, feeling the grass between his aged fingers, it was so real.

"Oscar, it has been some time."

Oscar Vladinchi turned towards an armored figured standing behind him. It wasn't too close, just about ten feet of distance. He made out the dark armor of the Anagonian Sith Order instantly. But this man, this knight, this Sith, who was he?

"Melkos? Comrade? Could this be you before me?"

The Dark Knight nodded slowly, waving a hand as a spectral cloak of darkness waved behind the armor. It was Melkos.

"It is I, Melkos Unchanos."

Oscar looked around, quite confused. "Where am I, Brethren? Why am I here?"

Oscar could swear he could see a grin through the helmet, but that was impossible. Yet he could hear Drakomis saying again that nothing was impossible with the force.

"Do not fear nor fret, for this is my creation you stand upon. The wheat grass is merely a comfort."

Oscar nodded, grinning himself. "And what a comfort it is, Comrade Brethren. Feeling the wind of my Motherland again is something to thank for." He stood firm, and tilted his head. "But, again, tell me, why am I here?"

"Because a Prophecy by one of your own comes true by your entrance into, what you call, a Sub-Space anomaly. You will come to the lost people of Ancient Rudavia, and embrace them as your own. I have seen it, and so shall you."

Oscar was taken back, regaining his composure a moment later. He could hardly breath while thinking of the lost fleet, the remnants of his shattered Motherland on Earth. He could barely contain the happiness swelling inside of him. They have survived!

"Yes, they have. And they await you. But be warned, you will face dangers, and will face the Empire. All is not what it seems." Melkos opened his hands, almost as if he were to embrace. "I watch and protect all my children from the Galactic Empire, and that of the Dark Side and Light. Yet you need not my protection from these Imperial Remnants. For these Imperials could become your own."

He shook his head, the Empire becoming his own? He sighed. If it could happen with Drekamythia, then why not the Empire? Oscar resigned himself to take heed of the Melkos' wise words. He wasn't a Dark Lord of the Sith for nothing, thought Oscar to himself quietly.

"Now go, my friend, and return to your realm of reality. I must make haste to take care of some personal business. I will return." He moved closer to Oscar, face to face. "But first, you must hear the prophecy of the Soviet Prime."

"What? But-"

And that was all he could say before he fell to his knees, contorted in a position of pain. He held his head, looking for Melkos, but he was gone. So was the field. So was his Motherland. Now he faced a figure in the Ancient Soviet Uniform, an unusual insigna of seven stars on his shoulders, with a Dragon on his forehead. It almost seemed as if this man was the Dragon, instead of-

Oscar passed out again, embracing the darkness.

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My Beloved People,

Once there was a time when we enjoyed the songs of our Motherland, and knew she embraced us as real as our Mothers kiss to our foreheads. Yet now, fourty years after our passing into these new worlds, this new span of space, I hear you doubt she ever existed.

I do not lie when I say that Rudavia is our heart, is us. But we are not Rudavians by birth. We are Nodea Rudavians, decended from the Ancient Motherland, and by our Birthright contain all she had to give us.

We were lost to our brothers, and yet I feel we were never lost. I feel that, one day, we will be found. I say this because I know it, I say this because a Promise that was given to me. I say this because even if it takes hundreds of years we will come back.

We will return home.

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Oscar awakened to the ships bridge, surrounded by medics and marines. He still heard the words. He heard the voice. And he knew instantly who it was.

"Thats my promise......the promise I made," he said with a weak and raspy voice.

Union of Soviet Planetary Republics (USPR) Space - Asteroid Field around Armia Star System

The modified Columbus Kai (http://www.mahq.net/mecha/gundam/index.htm) Class mining ship Barbarian had been in the Armian Asteroid Belt for over a few weeks now. The modified length of 242 feet had been essential to crew comforts, even though there were practically none. Even compared to Soviet Military standards, crew quarters and galley space were limited to about the size of a one-wide trailer. This was fine for the mining crew, and the captain. It suited their purposes well enough.

Three Modified Mining Spartans (http://www.mahq.net/mecha/macross/macross.htm) were placed in her hull, one of which was about "hopping" the asteroids. Susie Muller was using a metal detection device to scout out potential asteroids for mining, afterward placing stamps for location and possible pickup. She had just finished her fourth when she stopped and checked her gauges.

"Half-fuel and Half Oh-2," she spoke to herself. Apparently the Comm Tech heard her. "What was that, Susie?" She started the boost packs and neared the fifth asteroid as she replied. "Nothing Gary, just speaking to myself." Susie placed a marker after detecting some precious metal, then heard Gary's reply. "I'm sure. Just keep sane for us guy's, okay?" Susie shook her head with a smile and continued her work.

Thirty-two years ago the she was in the Soviet Astromech Service. She recalled piloting her VF-1D Valkyrie in many skirmishes. Feeling along her Spartans controls made her yearn for the chance to return to the military. Sighing, she recalled her earlier years and the events that transpired.

At age eight Susie had been enlisted into a special program to train the next generation of "Super Warriors", Soldiers that could fight in any environment and combat any threat. Out of four-thousand chosen only four-hundred and fifty two had made it. Susie ranked in at second. Many years of grueling training and near-death exercises followed. She learned the inside-out of every weapon and weapons platform produced by Soviet hands, and was taught how to pilot any vehicle. Ten years followed of learning nothing but military, strict structure, and the Soviet way of fighting.

"I got some Titanium here," Susie broke her concentration at the find. "Marked as Sierra-Bravo."

Continuing her run she recalled how the program had given her two years to adapt to the civilan structure in which the Military claimed to protect. To her surpise, she was adopted into a family at the age of eighteen and spent those precious two years with having many valued memories. Afterward, at twenty-one, she returned to the program with a choice. She could live the life of a Citizen-Soldier or continue with the Soviet Military. Out of four-hundred that survived the training, she was among three-hundred and sixty-two that decided to return. Soon after she enlisted in the SAS, or Soviet Astromech Service.

"Your nearing your fuel limit Susie, better head back." Susie acknowledged and headed back to the mining ship.

There, having previous piloting experience, she became Flight Colonel within one year. Having command of a squadron she engaged the then Imperial Rebel threat with the help of the Omnibot Protectors Core. Four years later the Rebel Wars were won and she had been a part of the Imperial Unification into the United Planets. Proud of what she accomplished, Susie retired and took up the Mining Core after many long years of Military life. She still kept her beloved Valkyrie in the Barbarian Cargo hold. Just in case, she always told herself.

"Your cleared for docking. Try not to crash land again." She giggled, audibly, and responded in kind.

She knew otherwise. Her astromech was named Bobbie. She loved Bobbie, despite the childish name. She even integrated an artifical AI to give Bobbie some life. To Susie, Bobbie was a continuous reminder of the role she played in the Grand Soviet Experiment, and the Military way of life she relished to the core.

Susie felt the Spartan touch the metal plating of the hanger bay. Shutting down the systems she exited the Mech and flung her long black hair back, making sure to knot it. Even now military protocol still etched her instincts. Smiling at her days success she walked over to her personal Valkyrie and touched the hammer-and-sickle emblem on its side. Many long years, and many long training sessions later she still enjoyed the touch of deadly metal.

"Nice job out there today Susie," she looked behind her to see Gary standing there, smiling as usual. "Nice landing too."

Gary was about as normal a man as could be one. About five feet six inches with a normal build, he prided himself in his pleasent personality. He looked to come from a hispanic decent, but spoke with plain english. Susie enjoyed having Gary around, and thought that without him being on board her retirement years wouldn't be worth the experience.

"Yea, we got some good finds." She walked over to Gary and patted his shoulder. "I'll take communications for awhile until you rest up."

Gary nodded and headed towards the aft section doors where the crew quarters was. Susie watched him go, and for the longest time felt like time slowed down. Then she shook it off and stretched, took one last look back at her Asteromech, and headed towards the forward exit for the bridge.

SDF-14 Brave - Captains Quarters

Dimitri Rollins rolled in his sleep, his dreams filled with visions of a land long past. Suddenly he was rocketed towards a blinding light feeling as if he left his body. One moment the random dreams of war and peace, then towards a field of wheat-grass in mid-spring. He gasped, knowing the terrain. He felt the grass and enjoyed the sensation of dew between his fingers. This was home, a home long past after three-hundred years of life.

"My God, Nodea Rudav...."

Unable to finish his sentence he quietly observed the Rudavian Tweetle bird fly onto a random tree and tweet its sweet morning song. The sun to the east was just rising, and the sky was a beautiful brightness of colors. He thought he actually was here, like this was real. He wouldn't allow himself to let this dream, this vision, go. He enjoyed this blessing for what seemed like the longest time, walking among the wheat-grass and past the tweetle bird that seemed to sing higher notes as he past it.

After a while he entered a grass field, and settled to sit to enjoy the sunrise. He felt the warmth of the heat, and the soft embrace of Mother Earth beneath him. He closed his eyes and settled back, taking deep breaths until he was dizzy with oxygen. Oh how this was heaven!

The thought should have startled him, but it didn't. If heaven was like his Motherland, then he should be glad he died. Somehow he felt he didn't die.

He sat up suddenly as a figure in a long cloak approached, sitting beside him. He felt like he knew this person, and welcomed him. The man took off his hood and for the first time in this place, Dimitri was startled. It was Oscar Vladinchi, with what looked like a Dragon tattoo on his head. The tattoo was bright with some kind of energy, but Dimitri felt he knew this energy.

Slowly he regained his composure and spoke, yet his words seemed to come from a far off memory come to life.

"Oscar, do you remember when you promised me you'd return to your people?"

Oscar, now quite young, nodded. "I do Comrade, I do."

"Why haven't you come back yet?" Dimitri noted he sounded like a child, and his feelings were of dismay.

"I am coming, my son. We both know fathers keep their promises under the Nodea."

Dimitri felt at ease with this response, but somewhere inside he thought how the hell he could be Oscar's son?! He cast the thought away, and for the first time his normal voice broke through. He spoke without memory.

"I miss you brother, my people miss you. We miss Nodea Rudav." He smiled, all Rudavians were brothers-in-arms. "Return and find us once again."

Then the dream ended with a flash of light, and Dimitri awoke to the ships quiet alarm to the morning shift.

Starcarrier Enterprise

Later that day, when the night shift started, Oscar awoke from another vision. He swore Dimitri was there, and he swore he called him son. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered how the hell Dimitri could be his son. But he cast this thought away, remembered Dimitri's plea to him.

"Return and find us once again."

Oscar nodded, sighing in despair. Why now? Why here? What was this all for? Why so many questions? He shook his head, not knowing. Perhaps there was a chance Dimitri lived. But without the advanced Anagonian life-extension treatments it seemed impossible.

Maybe, he thought suddenly, there was purpose to this sub-space anomaly after all.

Starcarrier Enterprise - Unknown Planetary System

Oscar Vladinchi had taken a good days rest after the events of the past three days. With visions and dreams, and a realistic meet up with Melkos Unchanos, he had been shaken to the core. Taking back his previous Jedi training, he had meditated in the Meditation Chamber on board the Enterprise for its contingent of Sith and Jedi warriors. Afterward, he had felt much better.

Jedi Master Hugo Johnson had personally assigned himself to watch over the weakened Chief General for the time being. Having had a counseling session with Oscar, he advised that someone strong in the Force should keep in constant contact with him. Oscar agreed, and was now sitting on the bridge keeping an eye over the fleet display. Hugo was off towards the communications station helping out whatever way he could.

In the three days since they left the anomaly Rear Admiral Myles Rush had sent the Battleship Reliant to do a scouting mission in the nearest planetary system they detected. The Reliant had come back with good results, telling of a Earth-Class planet abundant with flora and water. Myles had Sub-Spaced the fleet into position and obtained orbit. Now, Myles was concentrating on mining missions in the systems Asteroid belt. So far, with what they started to gather, the resources were pilling up nicely and a Military Outpost was already under construction on the Northern continent.

Myles had kept an eye on Oscar through his entire ordeal. While not a Force-believing citizen of the Republic, he respected the ways of both Orders and showed the honor he could to their beliefs. After all, he had seen them in action with his own eyes and therefore was made a believer of their actions. But with the Chief General's recent episode, he worried for his Comrade.

Though he shouldn't, he would tell himself many times. The sixteen Jedi and Sith on board were keeping a close eye on all Force-related activities as of current. They even pinpointed the exact location of the Planet and the best landing site. Having them on the ship was proving to be an invaluable asset. With all that happened so far, he was starting to believe.

Starting, not exactly proof-positive yet. He didn't think so anyway.

Myles sat in the Admirals Chair and ordered the daily Sub-Space transit to the Asteroid belt. Within seconds space turned into a bluish display of light on the screen, then the Asteroid belt came into view. He opened the communications.

"Battleship Argonaught, this is the Enterprise, Rear Admiral Rush on comm. Update the situation."

For a moment, nothing. Then the communications officer on board the Argonaught responded. "Captian Justi informs that resource gathering is going well, and we will be transporting one-hundred tons of precious and semi-precious metal to your hold. Stand by."

"Copy Argonaught, give the Captain my thanks."

Myles sat back and sighed in relief as he viewed the resources and the amount gathered on his holographic display. This would be enough to complete the outpost and construct a Heavy Cruiser at the same time. He had enough crew in reserve to spare for at least ten heavy cruisers if he really wanted to. But they were in an unknown region of space without a positive identification of any threats. So, he would use the resources wisely.

Going onto the Construction screen, he ordered that the first ship to be constructed by a Starcarrier be built. A brand new Heavy Cruiser which he named Bison.

Union of Soviet Planetary Republics (USPR) Space - Asteroid Field around Armia Star System

The Barbarian moved towards the fifteenth section of the asteroid belt, doing the rounds dutifully as her crew did the best job they could do to supply their homeworlds. Susie Muller had been in communications for the entire first and second shifts, and now retired herself to her personal quarters. Along the way she spotted Gary again, smiled, and again felt that time-slowing-down feeling while she watched him go. An unusual feeling for someone so trained in the military almost all her life. She would have to consult someone about it, just to make sure her job wasn't getting to her.

Entering her cramped quarters, about the size of a trailer room, she layed down on her bunk and fell straight asleep.

* * *

Susie awoke to the ships communications, answering and discovering her military experience was needed. She showered in her standing shower, clothed properly, and headed to the bridge immediately afterward. She noted her stomach was growling. She would have to take care of that soon, else she'd have a very bad day.

Upon entering Captain Vick Mansion nodded towards her and directed her towards the forward display. She noted immediately that there was other contacts on the screen despite the Barbarian. She also took note to the lack of mining Spartans. All must have been called back. Taking a look at the bridge crew, she noticed there was a strained look. Surely this wasn't as complicated a situation as it seemed.

Susie started with the most obvious question. "I thought we were the only ship in this system?"

Vick nodded, "I did too. We were the only ship allowed so far as I know." He sighed and sat back in the sensor stations chair. "But unfortunately were not."

Susie went from Semi-Military to Full Military mode. "Whats the situation Captain."

Everyone on the bridge crew noticed the transition and stiffened. Vick, a man in his late fifties not easily intimidated by anything, seemed to loose his demeanor from the straightforward question-slash-demand. "We have two unknown ships on the other side of the belt. So far it seems that we were protected from detection by the belts various metals." Vick pointed at the screen and the main viewer turned to a time lapse sequence. "However, at eight o'clock standard we detected a massive vessel in orbit around Armia, then suddenly disappearing without any FTL drive to the belt."

Susie watched and observed the display, taking in the details. Finally, she summarized the situation as best as she could given the lack of further information. "The huge ship is probably conducting a recon of the system for, perhaps, purposes of colonization. The two others are more than likely escorts." She sighed, "As for the lack of an FTL detection, they probably are using a more advanced trans-spacial drive than we are. I'd surmise something more advanced than Hyperdrive but between Trans-Warp and FTL."

The Captain was impressed. He nodded and ordered a scan on all Trans-Spacial Drive frequencies, then looked back at Susie. "Think we should risk detection by alerting the Military?"

Susie calculated the time avaliable for them to escape in Trans-Warp and the allocated metal frequencies that would interfere with the FTL process. Seconds later, her face told a grim story. "No. For all we know this could be a prelude to an Invasion. I'll take my Valkyrie and take her towards the gas giant. That way, I believe, my alert would be hidden by the radioactivity of the planet."

When the Captain nodded, Susie immediately left for the hanger bay. Gary watched from the communications station, noticing no smile or no look. She had turned into someone completely different. Skilled, intelligent, and a tactician. Gary and Vick exchanged glances.

* * *

Susie entered the hanger bay after suiting up in her old flight gear. She noticed it still fit her after a year, forgetting altogether the fact that she hadn't ate yet. Walking up towards her VF-1D Valkyrie and entered the cockpit, seeing Gary holding onto the flight ladder. She sat in her seat and powered up the Valkyrie, hearing the chime of the AI Bobbie coming to life checking all systems for her. She looked down to see Gary smiling, and she smiled back.

"Come back to me," he said. Susie felt her cheeks flush, unable to help her huge smile. "I will," she responded in a weak, shy voice.

Gary left with the ladder, with more energy than before Susie noticed. Susie put on her flight helmet and engaged the human-AI interface in the helmet. Her visor provided all the flight information she needed, including a small circle at the right-hand corner as Bobbie's avatar.

All systems nominal. Welcome back Suskie.

Susie chuckled, "You know I don't like being called that."

You call me Bobbie, instead of Bob, so I think its a fair exchange.

"Alright, so it is." Susie engaged the flight drives as the bay door opened. She lifted the Valkyrie from the bay and entered deep space, heading towards the Gas Giant to alert Soviet Military Command.

High Exile Battle group - on board the SBCV Homeworld - Strategic Command Room

Drakomis Nokomis Reign sat at the head of an oval table looking at a huge holographic display of Coreworlds. He had been monitoring the events taking place since the beginning. Only the Military aspect of what was happening made it through to Intelligence, nothing concerning the quiet goings-on within the political arena. He sighed, very audibly, scratching his reptilian muzzle for the fourth time in two minutes.

Around him were the many Admirals currently in the sector. Among them was Admiral Greg Paladin, Admiral Zeltess, and Grand General Molth Zuric. Zeltess, a Komodren like himself, had been quite interested in Greg whom Drakomis knew well. He could only assume that something personal was between them. With due respect, he took no obvious notice nor cared to.

"So, what do we have? Any good news that we can find?" Drakomis sat back again, making sure his tail was comfortably position so as not to cause quite an irritation. Zeltess was the first to respond, poking a claw at the holographic display to bring up the few battles they had information about. "None that we can see, obviously. Just like our battles with the Empire, their loosing, and from what we can tell, very badly."

Drakomis nodded, scratching his muzzle again. "What should we do, if anything?"

"I say we do nothing," Molth said rather firmly. "Watch them burn and die like the cowards they are." He put a tab on the display to show what fleet numbers were present. "With Coreworlds out of the way, we could live in peace from further Imperial aggression as the only free empire in the Galactic Empire."

"I disagree on that judgment," Greg said. "While we are supposed to be in the Galactic Empire as our dear Grand General here says-" he gave a very stern look "-we are not a part of the Empire. If memory serves me well, the decision was made to protect the Galactic Republic as our Military is rebuilt."

"Even so we are considered one with the Empire," Molth responded, "and should not interfere in matters that have no interest to us."

Zeltess was next to put her opinion in. "I agree with Admiral Paladin here. No Empire-State in the Galactic Republic even considered membership as a basis of protection or a long-term resolution to any problem within or out of Anagonia." She stood straighter, gaining the Komodren edge of a lower hissing voice. "I, for one, dispise the Empire and would never consider joining such a twisted regime."

All this time Drakomis had remained silent. He finally spoke, looking at Grand General Molth. "With due respect, Grand General Zuric, I made the executive decision as a deception and a precautionary measure to the prelude to a Galactic War. Anagonia cannot stand another assault as it did under the tyranny of Palpatine. Now that the Emperor is dead, hopefully for real this time, I have engaged in matters to rebuild our defense so we can be more prepared." He looked directly into the Grand Generals eyes. "I submitted that request not on behalf of any Congressional approval. I did so to keep us out of the Warpath. And right now one of the last standing Free Republics is being destroyed just because of a petty past hatred." He sighed, sitting back. "I can do nothing about it, either, but sit here and watch. Watch as she is destroyed, and the Empire gains another foothold, closer to our borders and closer to finding our hidden Republic." Drakomis closed his eyes, rubbing between his eyes. "I fear that the next time they find us, and find our deception, we will be totally destroyed without hope of survival."

Molth seemed to be taken back by what Drakomis said. Then, slowly, he nodded, understanding. "I see."

"Yes, you do see Grand General. We are as much a target as Coreworlds. Do not ever forget that." Drakomis looked to Zeltess. "Admiral, do you think we could make a difference in that battle?"

Zeltess shook her head. "Not unless they ask. I wouldn't dare send my fleet to die just for the fun of it."

"Admiral Paladin?"

"Me either, sir. I cannot, under good judgment, sent my men into battle without proper cause."

Drakomis seemed silent, then nodded for the last time. "Then its agreed. We will not assist Coreworlds in their fight for survival unless upon request. Grand General Zuric, make preparations for a second Exodus. Admiral Zeltess and Admiral Paladin," Drakomis look at Greg and Zeltess slowly, giving what could be seen as a frown, "I want you to stay here and help me monitor this situation. Have your ships begin normal operations until the time required. Our fleet presence here is a dead giveaway to something big."

All stood, saluted, and went about their orders. Drakomis was left alone, sitting back watching the war happening before him. He slowly closed his eyes, wishing the Empire dead and all that threatened the Republic gone. He knew it a wishful dream, and knew that the Dark side was as necessary as the Light.

Standing he started to exit, not wanting to observe the hologram anymore. He stopped, sensing something, and looked towards the far wall to see Melkos Unchanos. He bowed his head respectfully, and waved him forward.

"My Dark Brethren, what brings you here?" Drakomis motioned for the chairs, Melkos denied by a polite shake of his head.

"Don't worry about the Empire, old friend. They are well contained and we are well hidden by the Force. Only the power of Emperor Palpatine himself can reach through and find us, and me." Drakomis nodded, seeming to relax a little. Melkos waved towards the Holograph projector and a new image of space appeared. "For now, Grand Master Jedi, I present you the Union of Soviet Planetary Republics. They are the lost children of Nodea Rudav, and will be our salvation should the Empire choose unwisely to attack us."

"Interesting," Drakomis responded. "You have done well, Dark Lord of the Sith Order." He felt amused at them both responding with their Order Titles, but it fit the situation. "I am glad someone has a clear mind around here."

"Fear not, Jedi, I am ever watchful. Meditate more, and look closely at the plans that unfold. For now," Melkos waved a hand and the projection went back to that of Coreworlds, "let us forget the Empire and move forward."

Drakomis nodded, turning, then looking back. "What about Oscar?"

Melkos seemed amused. "He is fine, that I give my word towards."

"Sometimes, Melkos, you worry me."

"Why is that, old friend?"

"Because sometimes you plan like Palpatine."

Melkos seemed to chuckle, and his form faded into the darkness. Drakomis was left with no one in the room and left for the bridge. Back to business, he supposed. Perhaps there was hope after all.

Susie Muller concentrated on getting a standard orbit around the Jupiter-Sized planet. Bobbie, the VF-1D Valkyrie's AI that Susie had installed herself, presented the telemetry and orbital information. She converted the Valkyrie into Guardian mode, using the added advantage of the legs to twist towards the direction of where the outpost would be some sectors away.

I'm detecting some usual activity on the far side of the gas giant, Suskie.

Susie nodded, scanning the frequencies and detecting a small squadron of what seemed like fighters approaching. She turned back into flight mode and headed for the second moon, which looked like a volcanic hell-hole. She gained orbit within minutes and hid herself within the moons Electromagnetic field. Soon after the contacts disappeared off her radar she regained orbit, and immedietly sent a message to Soviet Military Command with all the details she had.

Soviet Space Military Outpost 212 - Octavious System

George Siveski held his headphones to his ears and listened, watching the screen in front of him. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. The Soviets had lost to the Omnibots again! He slammed his headphones down on the panel and grunted with disapproval. He hated to see his sparring team loose in the Galactic Arena.

Standing he went to his small compartments mini-frige and grabbed a nice, cold, Soveski Soda. He opened the top with a hiss and turned back towards the panel screen. He dropped the pop on the floor as he gasped silently, then ran for his commander.

There was an invasion.

Omnius Star System - Omnibot Homeworld of Omnis

"I assure you that these newcomers mean you no harm."

Grand Chief Hellspawn looked at the spectral entity with doubt and suspicion. He called himself Melkos Unchanos, claiming peace. He described these newcomers as explorers lost from lands unknown. He also described the ancient Soviet fable about their lost Motherland. It all seemed to tie together, but what made Hellspawn suspicious was the request for the Omnibots to protect these "explorers".

"Why should I spare my kind for humans? We are at peace with them, no wars, no threats, no harm. We have no need to attach ourselves to them once again."

"You must because you must."

Hellspawn snarled, his robotic frame presenting a snarl from whatever mechanical parts made up facial expressions. His dark red optics surveyed the cloaked form as he tightened his fist. "You do not command me. I command."

"You always said you never understood humans. You even wrote hologliphs about your misunderstandings."

Hellspawn seemed taken back by that, and leaned back against his throne. "You are wise to know my private life. How can you know of this?"

"I am everywhere, yet at one place. I see everything within my domain, and where my people travel."

He nodded then, understanding where this spectral creature was coming from. Although he sensed this entity lacked the powers of gods, he seemed to care enough for his chosen people to watch closely over them. It was a conclusion derived from an hours worth of talking and discussion from Hellspawn and Melkos, one not too far off from the truth.

In Melkos' eyes, he was simply going forth with his ultimate plan. Although this mechanical organism couldn't possibly fathom that. For all the diplomacy that had gone on so far, Melkos had painted a picture of kindness and concern. In reality, being concerned was more in tuned to the entire Republic rather than the travelers themselves.

"I suppose I can send three of my finest to observe." He waved a hand and looked away. "Go now, I tire of your begging."

Melkos' eyes glowed red within the cloak, hiding the skeletal face hiding beneath. He didn't like being mocked, but he would leave that for another day. He bowed, and walked back into the shadows, his plan now in full motion.

Hellspawn stood, easily as tall as a five-story building. He knew well enough that hampering the humans in their follies was well out of his domain. What this creature asked was an interference of sorts, but he would allow it. It might prove interesting to see what technology these other humans had created.

Although, Hellspawn thought as he stopped short of the Warrior Chambers, it also might help his cause as well.

Anagonian Military Outpost Gamma - Outpost Vehicle Yard

Andrew Johnathan walked briskly towards where his newly assigned M102 Main Battle Tank (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=1103679272&page=1#1103680494). It had been called the "Dominance" because of its superior fire power compared to other tanks of its type. Two main turrets were provided for rapid target-and-fire procedures should the need arise. Andrew had read many reports from various nations describing the inferiority of a two-gunned tank. He knew from personal experience that such a tank was a valuable asset because of the fact that when one gun was fired, the other could fire while the first gun reloaded.

That was a fact many people overlooked and disregarded, and sometimes feared.

Looking down at his personal PAD he came to the tank assigned, reading the number to himself as he repeated it again. MBT-22. It was reported destroyed a few years back but, somehow, had been found recently on board the Enterprise. He shrugged his shoulders, it didn't matter. Enterpise Authority had passed the tank off as any other, and figured it had been a mistake.

He climbed to the top and opened the hatch, entering and sitting in the comfortable command chair. The advanced M102, unlike the Anagonian Motherland counterparts, were designed for future-tech battle situations to combat the threat of almost any known combat vehicle in service. In practice, or theory, a squad of M102's could take down an Imperial AT-AT. Though he believed otherwise, considering the Galactic Empire had continued to advance its technology since the last Anagonian Exodus.

Pulling up the holographic display he adjusted the computer to have nav-points inserted where the view screen was inside the compartment. Turning on the Hydrogen Engines, he moved off to start his designated patrol in the forest beyond.

Anagonian Battleship Argonaught - Flight Hanger Bay

Justin Dullsmith walked towards where his fighter was stationed. It had been a long shift and he had received lots of downtime to rest and relax after the discovery of this new solar system. His fighter had been totally destroyed during a routine patrol in the asteroid field. Much to his dismay it was concluded to be pilot error. However, he was given another chance since he was considered to be one of the ships best fighter pilots.

Looking at where his fighter was he stood still, shocked. It was his old fighter, the one totally destroyed. He looked at his personal PAD to confirm he might be insane, instead getting a reality check saying it had been reconstructed. Justin sighed, feeling his heart beat again. For a moment there he thought he was going crazy.

Feeling along the hull of the XF-200 Super Starfighter (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=1103679221&page=1#1103681037). He smiled, feeling the brand new plating. He took his hand back, feeling a slight shock. He smacked the hull and gruffed.

"Alright now I might have crashed you but you don't need to bite me for it!"

His fighter plane seemed to respond. But he didn't know how. Actually, he didn't even know how the hell he knew it responded. Must be that pilot-fighter link that the guy's at the mess was always talking about. He shook his head and headed up the flight ladder, nodding towards the Flight Assistant as he took the ladder away after he boarded. He lowered the canopy and engaged the Hydrogen Drives. Taking off, he headed off for another patrol, now well schooled in avoided objects.

Well schooled thanks to the laughs of his fellow pilots. He huffed.

Anagonian Military Outpost Gamma - Marine Firearm Bunker

Usti walked towards his weapon locker and opened it to find his M101 Super-Nova Shotgun (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=1103679290) in perfect condition sitting on his rack. He tilted his head, quite confused. He had lost this weapon yesterday and was due for a replacement. Checking his wrist PAD he found confirmation it had been found, cleaned, and loaded for his personal benefit. Amusing how the humans worked.

Usti checked the gun, confirming it was loaded, and locked it to his jetpack. He wore the custom Komodren Mandalorian Scout Armor provided for non-human species of the Marines. Placing on his elongated helmet, designed for his snout in mind, he locked in for another patrol on the perimeter. He locked in the nav points in his helmets visor display and didn't give his weapons unusual reappearance a second thought.

Omnibot Planet Omnis - Military Situation Chamber

Hellspawn was pleased that his agents had infiltrated the newcomers without incident. They would soon be sending in more information every twenty-four human hours. He walked away from the long advanced plasma display panel, heading back for the Throne Room to review his plans.

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IC:

One year ago - Anagonian Planet of New Novar - Presidential Quarters

It had been a long day. Drakomis had participated in the weekly Jedi/Sith Council that took place to sustain relations. He had reviewed the politics of the month. He had taken care of his duties that his title required. He had even welcomed a new planet into the Galactic Republic. Now he was heading back to his home, to his wife, and to the potential to have a child.

Not so long ago he had met Gloria on a diplomatic mission to Shizo, the home of the Raptorian Warrior Race. During his stay he had come to like Gloria,
welcomed her back, and enjoyed some free time with her. Months past and they were mated officialy in Raptorian Customs, recognized fully by Republic Law. Today would be twenty-two years of a beautiful relationship with Gloria, and twenty-two years since that fateful day.

It had originally been thought that since Komodren and Raptorian were both reptilian in nature that cross-breeding would result in offspring. That was what Drakomis and Gloria had hoped for. After four-thousand years of life and no kids he believed it about time to settle the old horse down, after all. Unfortunately it didn't work out as planned, which nothing never did of this nature with Drakomis. Hell, he had to adopt a son, which he really didn't mind.

But it wasn't his blood, his child, of his seed. It was of someone elses. Even though he thought of David Zeus as his own beloved son, he still wasn't. And his biological clock knew it. Gloria knew it too. Felt it. Wanted it. Both of them, badly, wanted to satisfy those parental issues. It just didn't work out, it just didn't go as planned.

After their coupling Gloria had about two eggs six months later. It wa sthe happiest moment of their relationship, the promise of new hope, of new life. It was the moment that their fates truly intertwined to create and maintain a positive relationship that would span, inevitably, centuries. But it just didn't work out. The doctors said they weren't fertile, they never were fertilized properly. Raptorians and Komodrens just weren't compatible. The doctor apologized, said he was sorry, and left.

Afterward, it was the worst time of their lives. It was hell, looking at those eggs that had no life. Gloria then buried them under supervision of a Chieftan, the Raptorian equaliviant(typo) of a priest or preacher. They had promised then and there to find a way to have kids. They wanted them.

And tonight was the night that twenty years of research had done. Finally, science had found a way for inter-species couples to have kids. Finally. And tonight was the night. Gloria knew it, Drakomis had called before. They would have kids, they would have what they always wanted. They would be Parents.

It was then as he opened the door to his private bedroom that he saw her on the floor. That beautiful frame of a reptilian having blood-stains all around her. Someone had shot her. He ran over, holding her head, hoping she was breathing. He had knelt, he had started crying. She was dead. Drakomis roared the loudest roar he ever did, in both pain and anger. Every Marine in the building barged in and saw the scene. They could do nothing but call a medic who confirmed Drakomis' findings.

He held Gloria's dead body in his hands for the longest time, rocking back and forth. He cried, for no Komodren ever cried. He sobbed, for no Komodren ever showed sadness. He had done his race a tragedy by exposing emotion of those sorts. But he couldn't help it. In his hand was the medical miracle that would have made them parents, made them have a life.

Now crushed in anger, Drakomis could do nothing but think of the life they would never have. Of the life that never would be.

In the corner, a Marine picked up a note scribbled in Gloria's blood. He handed it to his superior, who then handed it to a Jedi who had barged in with the Marines. The Jedi had a pale face, looking at his Leader so broken. The note had a simple sentence, and it would not be until hours later that Drakomis would be able to read it.

It read: Please find me, I'm lost.

Present day - Two weeks after Enterprise departure - Chief Presidents Office on Planet New Novar - Galactic Republic of Anagonia

Drakomis looked at the empty room. He remembered that day. Sighing he sat down at his desk and reviewed the days duties. His holographic display presented some issues to be delt with. He made a call to his Foreign Chief and fixed those quickly enough. Typing a few messages on the holo-board he closed down the system, sitting back and holding his snout-ridge. He hated this day.

The day his beautiful mate died. She wanted him to find her, but he was too late. Why he hadn't come home earlier was beyond him. Drakomis could have easily canceled all his tasks and meetings and came home to make beautiful love. He could have come home to a brighter future, there to protect her. The Authorities had sadly concluded that it was suicide, which was unthinkable.

He remembered going to a councilor to deal with his emotional turmoil, a Sith friend. After a few hours his turmoil had been turned to resolution, a power to continue life for her memory. He had asked his friend whether he believed her suicide official. His sith friend decline to make judgment, only stating that for a Raptorian to take his or her life would mean to not enter Vuna, the Raptorian Paradise.

Drakomis knew Gloria was big on her peoples beliefs. After all, they had mated in those ways. So why, to this extent of her beliefs, would she kill herself? He felt tears coming into his eyes again, and pushed back the memory. It was too much still, and if he continued this line of thinking he may as well forget the next two months. Finally sighing, he opened his eyes.

Melkos Unchanos was standing before the desk. He stood about six feet, and was wrapped in some kind of spectral cloak of the Dark Side. His entire being was a testament to his past as a true Dark Lord, one that consumed life. Drakomis had helped him think, help him have a future. A woman, Siri O'Neill, had changed his life for the better. Turning him into a mixture of light and dark, instead of life and death. Melkos was still a shadow in the Force, but he supported life after his ordeal. Drakomis never bothered to ask what truly went on, only what Melkos had said.

"She changed my life," Melkos finished his thought. "I miss my daughter."

His voice was crackling, something like rocks in molten lava. Deep, broken, and seemingly sad. His normally red eyes were nonexistent. Melkos took the figure of his past, a skeleton of his humanity. His eye-sockets were dark, showing no line of view for Drakomis. He could only surmise they were closed. Which was the case, seeing as they slowly appeared to look at Drakomis.

"You think too much about her, Grand Master. That is the path to true darkness for one such as yourself."

Drakomis closed his eyes again. "Go away."

"You continue to bother yourself with her memory, even after your council. Not even I do that with those I consumed so long ago, even as broken I am at doing it."

Drakomis closed his eyes tighter, not wanting to hear this. "I said go away."

"You should move on."

He couldn't take it any longer, opening his eyes to glare at Melkos. His Force Energy portrayed pure Drakness. "I said go the hell away, damnit! You had someone to take you back, but I don't anymore! I don't have her! You have someone to go to, I don't! What the mother f-"

"I know a lot more than you obviously," Melkos said cutting Drakomis off, gazing with brighter eyes. "Do not judge yourself because of circumstance, judge yourself for now."

"Then go to your stupid adopted daughter! TELL HER THESE THINGS THAT WHICH I SEEK NOT TO HEAR!"

Melkos stepped back, or what could be counted as a step. His skull turned up, as if in defiance. Hearing a Grand Master Jedi roar in speech and anger was unheard of. Obviously this memory bothered Drakomis too much.

"I cannot visit her, unlike you."

Drakomis suddenly stared without hate, eyes calming, and his voice almost a whisper. "What.."

"She's wanting you to find her, you know."

"She's DEAD!" Drakomis slammed a clawed fist on his table, standing then. "She is DEAD! SHE IS DEAD!"

Melkos came forward, thrusting a boned hand into Drakomis' throat, picking him up, and squeezing. Drakomis tried to call the Force, but couldn't. He tried to resist, but could hardly move. He even tried to call for help, but, alas, nothing responded. His eyes darted for every possible maneuver as fear struck his heart. He was trapped, for the first time. He was trapped to face his fears.

"Look into my eyes, pathetic mortal, and hear my words clearly." His voice was an echo, like some spirit from hell. "Your life-mate is not dead, she lives. Your loved one wants you, has called to you, and yet you do not listen. Do not call me a liar when I work with truth!"

With that, he threw him on the table, breaking it. Melkos grabbed Drakomis by some unseen hand, and threw him against the wall, almost shattering it. He grabbed Drakomis, forming a sword with the Force, and shoving it through Drakomis' body. Blood trickled to the ground in pints, and Drakomis could do nothing but stare into those menacing crimson red eyes.

"Now go see her, and don't come back until you realize my true power."

Drakomis' eyes rolled back, and he went limp. Melkos threw him to the ground and let the blade go to the Force. The blood seemed to defy gravity and surround Melkos' dark form, molding into it, seemingly giving him power. He waved a hand, and Drakomis saw the white of Paradise before his vision went black.

Northrop-Grumman - Siri O'Neill's office

Melkos Unchanos formed there, in the corner of the shadows, stepping out to come to his daughters desk. His head was hung low, and his eyes were set closed. He held the form of his spectral humanity, revealing the man whom he once was eons ago. In his hand was a knife, and on that knife was blood. It dripped on the floor as his hand shook.

Then, as Melkos looked directly at Siri, his entire being changed back into the skeletal form of death itself. Dark cloak foreboding with the knife still within the bony grasp, yet apparently it was phased into Melkos' reality. His eyes were glowing red, his entire eye-socket red. The only give-away to sight was a tiny blue dot gazing into his daughters eyes.

"I'm sorry for not coming sooner," Impossibly somehow his voice was shaky. "I need help..."

Unknown Planet - Known Location - Somewhere in the Milky Way

Drakomis felt a drip of water hit the tip of his snout, and he sneezed. He shot upright then, looking around to a dark cavern. He gasped, and felt his chest. No wound, no nothing. The pain, the fear, all gone. He had been transported somewhere else, he finally concluded. Standing to his seven-foot height, he dusted himself off and checked himself. Nothing to use but the Jedi Robe on his back and the Lightsaber he always kept with him.

It was hot, unbearably hot. He threw off his Jedi Robe, revealing what seemed to be a leather outfit perfectly formed to his body. His tail now free to sway side to side, he gruffed at his luck. Why had Melkos tried to kill him? Moreover, why had Melkos taken him here?

He tried to remember the events, but all that stuck out was a feeling of betrayal, and of dying. He was one with the Force for an instant, felt at peace, but didn't see his beautiful mate. Surely if she died her soul would be there, wherever she might be or what resting place she might reside.

He held his head, somewhat tipsy. None of this made sense, and none of this was logical for Melkos. What was he trying to do? Drakomis still couldn't remember.

He then came back to the present, hearing a noise behind him. It sounded big, really big.

"It's him!"

What? Who? Where? What the living Force? He started to run as he heard a stampede of noise behind him. The ground vibrated, he nearly lost his footing. He reached for his lightsaber, but then hit a wall. With a loud THUD he fell back, falling to the ground. The air in his lungs shot out, and he looked up to see a huge reptilian head looking down at him.

"Your him! You are! I know it! I smell it!"

He took in a breath, his voice raspy after the impact. "I'm...who?"

"Your the one she's looking for!"

"Wait...what...what are you?"

The creature seemed to grin, with a glint in it's eyes. He now saw horns protruding from the back of it's skull. "I'm a dragon silly, don't you know? Anyway, come! It may be too late!"

"What...wh-" He couldn't finish as the now-apparent Dragon took him in a huge claw and literally flew through the caves. His vision blurred at the speed, nearly choking as he swore he was about to die from hitting another wall. Then, with another THUD that thankfully wasn't his, he was tossed to the center of a well-lit area where the light from above came through. In the middle...

"Gloria!" Drakomis ran over to her body, in the same position as before. This time without blood, and this time without her dead. His heart jumped with joy, but fell through as he saw her disappear in his hands. He tried to keep her, tried to use the Force, but his emotions were too chaotic, and whatever had her was strong.

"What?! No! GLORIA! DON'T LEAVE ME AGAIN!" He started to sob again, holding her as he held nothing at all a few minutes later. He looked back at the Dragon, now seeing its head with a long serpentine body came into the light. It seemed sad.

"I'm sorry," now a feminine voice came through. "She cried for you, described you, even gave me an image of you a week ago. Two days later, she was like this.....but there was no pain."

He sniffled back tears, looking around, controlling his emotions for a split second to detect something. It wasn't much, but from where he was he could smell the same person that tried to kill him. It was a mirage. It was fake. This was some kind of sick revenge.

"She wasn't even here." Drakomis' voice was broken, as was his soul. "I am but tormented."

"What? She wasn't here? What do you mean! I saw her." A claw pointed at the spot. "She was, she was!"

"I know, but it was just....just..." Drakomis started crying again, unable to take it. The Dragon coming closer, seeming to mew softly in some weird way. Then a loud sigh. "I just want her back."

"I can feel that, I can. The mystics have blessed us with much empathy. I can." She seemed to think for a bit, looking at the poor creature. "I'm Kameko. I was sent to wait for you. But since you believe she never was, I suppose I shouldn't be here."

For a moment, Drakomis didn't think about anything. Then, he thought he might need her. After all, Melkos had sent him here. He definitely wasn't on New Novar, or any Anagonian World. All this thought from his previous Jedi training, and still a taint of emotion distress. He sighed.

"Where am I?" He asked finally.

"Your in the Ruthan Mountains, of course. Silly lizard, not knowing where you are! Come, I will take you out."

Drakomis thought that the response was abrupt, but he didn't protest. He stood, looking back at the spot, then turning away. He was just too numb right now to cry anymore. Maybe when he found somewhere to rest, instead of this damned hot cave.

Oh, how Melkos’ initial appearance overjoyed Siri! It had been far too long, perhaps ages, in her mind since she enjoyed the company of her father. She had nearly leapt from her leather chair, just to embrace him in her arms as she had done once before. But his changing appearance, the regression back to the state he was before she knew him as her father, and his demeanor quickly put a damper upon her mood.

No, something was wrong, terribly wrong here, and that readily became apparent when he spoke those words. Her face fell immediately in response. Here he was, asking her of all people for help. He had been with her through so much, through all of her pain and anguish, every moment of weakness these past few decades. He had been someone strong who looked after her, protected her, and aided her in overcoming these trials. And now he was the one who needed help. It was almost unthinkable to her ears.

Siri found that she could do only one thing and stepped over to him, taking his cold bony hands into hers. And with her eyes, she gazed up into his as only a loving daughter could.

“What happened?”

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OOC: Couldn't sleep...had a whiff of inspiration...whee...

Melkos Unchanos

Melkos held his beloved daughters hands, his bony frame turning once again back into the human appearance that she knew him as. Just her touch, just her love, and just her care for him made all the world better. Knowing he had helped raise such a fine individual was enough to bring him back from the grave. His eyes turned blew, with tears. Even though his form was spectral, even though his entire life was intertwined with the Force, he still wept there.

"I-...I killed Drakomis. I had to. He was turning, turning into something bad."

His eyes closed, tightly. "I watched my blade go through him, and I watched him bleed to death." He sighed, still weeping. "I watched him die, and I told him never to return until he....until he.....knows."

Siri, of all people, would be able to tell he wasn't saying everything. Pieces of the story were intentionally left out by Melkos, but the emotion was real. It was pure. He was weeping for the death of the one that helped him meet his daughter. He wept, most of all, because he killed someone again.

Drakomis

They exited the cave and were already in a clearing down by the mountain after a good days hike. The walking helped Drakomis sort things out in his mind, and come back into unity with the Force. He felt all life around him, the sacred link that combined them with the Force. He felt Kameko, knowing her species was one with the Force through natural birth. Still, there was the matter of his emotions, his tears, and his mate. Still it bothered him.

He had set himself down to meditate by a tree, feeling the energy of the planet. It was foreign, sacred, almost untouched by any other life. It was pure. He enjoyed the feeling of the Force welcoming him in its embrace. Never had he felt it stronger than here, almost as if it originated here. But, of course, that wasn't the case. In the back of his mind Drakomis knew the Force was in all life, all things, and connected all entities to one another.

Kameko was curled around a nearby tree watching the strange reptilians posture and concentration. She felt him connect with the Mystics, sensed he knew their ways. Though that would be impossible, certainly because this one wasn't a Dragon. It was impossible. Wasn't it?

"What are you doing?" She asked, innocently.

At first Drakomis didn't hear her. Then her voice came through the sounds of crashing waves and the force of the wind. He felt himself against a sandy beach, surrounded by the Force. All that left as he heard her voice. Which was unusual, considering no one had the capability to do that. Not to one such as himself, so trained and so unified with the methods of the Order. Or did they?

"I am concentrating on the Force."

She tilted her large head. Kameko was about twenty feet long, with a head as large as a SUV. Her eyes were blue, sky blue. Her scales matched that of a morning sky, and her flight matched that of the strong wind. In her kinds translation her named meant Morning Beauty, roughly translating into various sentences describing how beautiful the sky was and the Morning Air, all comparing to her. She was proud of it, too. Though this creature before her confused her, even in all her elegant beauty.

"The Force? What is this Force? Pushing, you mean, yes?"

Drakomis chuckled, still trying to concentrate. He sensed a pattern now. Her voice demanded attention. Indeed, these creatures used the Force even in the simplest unconscious of tasks. "It is what surrounds us, what combines us, what is within us. The Force is within all, and everywhere. It is the thing that binds this universe, and the power that creates and destroys life. That is the Force."

She nodded, though she still didn't understand. He talked as if this Force were a God. "Ah, me see, yes, me do."

Sensing her confusion, he continued. "We are luminous beings, in all reality. This physical reality, this form, is nothing but a vessel. What is inside is what best describes the Force."

She nodded again, though just comprehending. It was like how her people continued life after their physical bodies died. She supposed she understood, and that translated to Drakomis in satisfaction, who quietly continued to meditate. She watched for a few minutes longer, then quietly layed her head down. Perhaps a nap would help her understand better, just a bit. Confusing was this new creature, yet so wise.

"Funny little lizard," she said softly before drifting off to sleep.

Drakomis looked at her, noticing how the sun went off her scales, and smiled. Such beautiful creatures these Dragons. He had never really seen any before. Just thinking about the beauty helped him forget about his past pain. He liked that. He rose and slowly began to train his body, keeping his form in pristine condition. It wasn't like a Grand Master to forget his training, after all.

It was here in this state of mind, deep concentration and deep reflection, that Drakomis discovered and embraced his true self. As he practiced the movements of the Jedi, and the killing blows of the Sith, that he entered a state of pure self. The morning had transpired to the day, then the evening. The coldness of the wind changed into the dew of the morning, and all throughout Drakomis trained. He concentrated, reflected, and did. All for twelve hours straight. Not stopping for anything.

He was in a state of total unity with self, mind, body, and soul. There was no other explanation for it.

The morning sun rose again, the dew of the early hours still lingering to his rough hide. It made a sparkling effect to his muscles as they stretched and retracted beneath his skin. By now he wore nothing but his Jedi leather pants. He even thought about taking that off, for no Komodren was ashamed of himself. But for the humility of the female sleeping a ways to the tree did he keep himself morally acceptable, or what the Republic considered such.

Leaning forward, legs tight against the earth and his feet-claws dug into the dirt, did he hear the first signs of Kameko's awakening. It did not bother him, he was too concentrated on getting rid of his pain. This training worked, for everything from stress to straying from personal desires. Not even in this state of mind could she keep him from his thoughts, or so he believed.

She awoke to the sight of the creature in an odd position, arm extended with palm straight and open, other arm flat against his bare chest. His legs were dug into the earth, keeping him stable, and his tail rested behind him. She witnessed how balanced he was, how stable and deeply devoted to his ways he was. She even took note of how pristine his form was kept, especially since the dew brought it out.

Dew? What time of day was it? She blinked twice, looking into the sky for a sign. Morning time, she noted, beautiful morning. Wait, hadn't she went to sleep in the afternoon? She looked to the little lizard. "How long have I slept?" Her voice sounded soft, like the wind.

"Twelve Standard Republic Hours."

She tilted her head, still waking up. "Republic? Standard? What are-...oh nevermind." She huffed, dirt flying towards him. "What are you doing, how long have you been doing it?"

"Twelve hours, forty-two minutes, and sixty seconds of training." Drakomis was still concentrating on himself. What came through was basic military training, plenty of decades of it. "I am training in the ways of the Jedi and Sith."

Sith? Jedi? What was he talking about? How could he still even speak after staying up all night? Oh, her head hurt now, and she allowed it to rest on the earth again. This was too confusing, and too early, to even be allowed to continue. "Stop it."

Drakomis then stood still, blinking, then looking at the Dragon. "What? Damnit! You did it again."

She noticed the change in speech and concentration. "Yes, I did, and I will always. When you annoy me, you will stop. Now is annoying, next should not be. Yes."

Drakomis sat and sighed. He had rested, his mind at ease, and his body ready for anything. Despite common knowledge, a good hours of training with the Force provided all the rest you need. Considering, of course, that you still slept. However, now he didn't feel like sleeping. She had wakened his spirit from yet another meditation. This was annoying.

"Good, you stopped, now sit, and rest. Else I'll get annoyed again."

Somehow he didn't want to argue, feeling she meant something far worse if he annoyed her again. How he was annoying her didn't make sense. He sighed, sat, and looked at the sky. "Wonder where my home is."

She sounded groggy now. "Your home is here, now, forever, as it always has been and will be. Stop this!"

"Stop what?"
"Stop that!"
"What?"
"That!"
"WH
"What are you-"

She roared at him, and he shut up. Damn, a Dragon on PMS. His life couldn't get better. Gruffing to himself at the unpleasant display of annoyance, he stood and started walking off. The Dragon just stared for a few moments, then went back to sleeping. She wasn't a morning person apparently.

* * *

Hours later Drakomis swam through a hidden lagoon he had found. The water was fresh and clear, and he glided through it as nature intended something with a strong tail to. Part bathing, part having fun. He needed to relax, especially after almost getting chomped in half by a damn morning-lacky Dragon.

He came through the surface, and started towards the shore. Water poured off his frame, now detached of any clothing whatsoever. No external body parts to see, however to the dismay of any watching. Which there wasn't, at first. He shook himself off and stretched, revealing the hidden parts of a reptilian. Komodren didn't care for suck displays, it wasn't attached to their natural tendencies in any way. Unlike humans, they could care less to go with or without clothing.

He looked up to see a great big head huffing breath down on him. It helped him dry off, almost instantly, but it didn't help the fact that he was supposed to be alone. This Dragon was following him everywhere, like a damn tail that wasn't needed. His was needed, of course. But this one wasn't.

"If I were human I would probably ask you why you were looking at me like that, but I'm not." He went over to a nearby bush and found his garments gone, all expect his Lightsaber, which he grabbed. "Thanks for taking my clothes."

"Your welcome," she said, still huffing on him. "Good swimmer, you are."

"Why thank you. Now, the matter of my clothes."
"I ate them."
"You what?"
"I ate them, and they tasted good."
"What? Why?!"
"Because I like you this way."
"Fine! Whatever."
"Fine indeed. Yes."
"Oh...shove it with a tail!"

He walked off again. Now he was getting tired. Not only a Dragon with PMS, but an insane Dragon to boot. What the hell could happen next? She ate his clothes?! What warped world was he in?!?!

Drakomis began to once again meditate, this time alone. He had used the Force to take him far from the odd-acting Dragon. He had even hidden himself in the Force, preventing all from detecting him. He wanted to be alone, to contemplate, to think. He had been in these types of situations before, but always with someway out. Now, he had no way out, and had to think of a way.

He had sensed activity in the Force far to the North, but he delayed an effort there considering it the den of the Dragons, or nation, or whatever they called themselves. If one of them was this cracked up, he didn't want ten following him the same way. So, he breathed easily, and meditated, reaching out for the Force for something, anything, to grasp for hope of returning.

Northern Arcadus, Soviet Military Facility, one-hundred and sixty two miles from Drakomis

They were well hidden on the planet from the natives. Even the resident serpents didn't stand of chance of detecting them. Here, on this planet, was a training facility for the elite Soviet Super-Soldiers which were perfectly bred for combat. The operation had been going on for many decades now, showing results beyond expectations. And here, on this world of castles and dragons, was their home.

Of course they had a second priority. They were to ensure the safety of the Planet from outside influences, to observe the natural progression of a civilization, and to study the historical significance of natural progression and evolution. It was really two-fold, since the Science community was stroked happy all because the Military wanted a base here. It was isolated, secluded, and sacred. All the Military had to do was stay out of Societies way and allow the Scientists to contain the situation.

After that, the Soviet Super-Warrior Program could progress and evolve in the way it wanted to. Undisturbed and continuing to grow it's ranks. All the while under the guise of protecting a planets harmony from technology.

Corporal David Scotts was the Second-Level Warrior in his program. Based from a world he knew nothing about, taken from a family he didn't remember, he was technically born and raised to be a Soldier. All the while taking orders and giving them. The Science Department on the Base was fully aware of all Military operations, and today was his shift to determine the effect of Soviet Intrusion on the planet.

The tree's were tall here, easily as tall as a sixty-story building. They hid his SM-01 Soviet Zaku II pretty well. Making the rounds towards the local villiage was a regular occurrence, since the Dark Age Peoples here believed his Mech Suit to be a gentle giant. In fact, they expected the arrival any time now, considering it a tint of good luck. It was funny how the Science Department made everything work out.

And, as usual, as he maneuvered his huge suit into the large expanse that ended the woods, the local children came running up with smiles on their faces. The huge red eye turned to and fro, recording the encounter for the boys at base, and giving David a good view inside the cockpit. Slowly he knelt his huge armored beast, the children somewhat scared, but happy when he placed the Zaku's hand before them and opening it. This was the part he always enjoyed.

A few of them jumped on and screamed for the Gentle Giant to take them up. His translator easily decifered the desire and he did as requested, smiling. Slowly the hand went up, and the Zaku stood, the Children left behind staring in awe. The ones in the metal palm stood and looked around to see the other towns and villages, awestruck by the sight.

David remembered once that the Base Commander had liked the prospect of this endeavor. It added a hint of humanity to a Soldier to assist civilians, and placed a certain key element in the Super Soldiers to enjoy civilian life instead of ignoring it. So far, it was working, expect for both the Soldiers benefits and the Scientists benefits.

David then noticed one of the kids extending an arm towards his mechs head. He complied and pulled the palm closer, watching as the child tried to make reason of how he could touch the red eye without having the beast jerk back. Satisfied, yet confused, he pointed towards the ground. Complying again the children jumped off afterward, running to their parents who watched with smiles.

The head turned upward to notice an older human coming forward with something in its hand. Zooming in David noticed it was a plate of food prepared by the elder himself, or so he surmised. Knealing with a loud hiss of resistance from the mecha's joints, the Elder had a smile and starting speaking. His translator deciphered the words.

"We have not much, but we have this. We honor you with what little food we have, so you may continue to visit our village. For our Children's sake, and their children, and their children."

By now he had noticed during the past few visits that a fabric cloth in the village center was erected with his Zaku's strange designs. It was actually his unit number, Zero-Seven, with a Hammer and Sickle design under it. An honor to him, he supposed. He positioned the Zaku's head down, in what he gathered was a display of respect, and spoke. The Zaku toned down the voice echoing out in the villages words, for the sake of their ears if nothing else.

"I cannot, in all my honor, accept this. It is your food, your plentiful bounty. I shall not hamper it, and shall ask that if it is for my honor that it be given back to you for your children's well-being. That would honor me."

The Village Elder seemed satisfied by that, and turned to leave. Others followed, the children last, waving as David stood his mecha with a final wave, then left back for the forest. This was ultimately the summary of the encounters with the planets local populace. So far none had decided to worship them, thankfully. That would indeed be something bad.

His Zaku had recorded the event, which would be a blessing to the scientists. Such interactions all started by chance in the beginning with the first base mecha encountering this same village, in this same Zaku. The scientists were called to evaluate, and they decided to do an experiment. So far as David could tell, and so far as he continued these encounters, all seemed to be going well.

And, so far as he knew, he was one of three Soldiers that went out to do this. At least in this area. The film gathered was used to train soldiers in encounters with friendly civilians and children, to prepare them. David was proud of his work.

Drakomis

He had sensed something, far to the North again. This time, it was the Light Side of the Force. Many people shouting for joy, then feeling happy, almost content. He had sensed people, actual humans. Something else too, like something from a science fiction movie. Almost as if something greater was going on. Almost as if he sensed someone who knew the same level of understanding as him. Understanding of technology.

He had come to this conclusion by the similarities in his understanding of ships and vessels. The people he sensed with joy seemed to be simple, without this knowledge. He could be wrong, but the Force rarely was to one who listened. Perhaps the North was the way out, perhaps there was something greater going on. Perhaps, just perhaps.

Of course, he could just be dreaming. Hoping for it. But the Force said otherwise, that there was Hope there. The Force was never wrong. Then again, it had been wrong about Melkos.

Sighing and standing after a good two hour meditation, he set out for the North to discover this hope. Maybe there he could avoid that crazy dragon.

Siri’s emerald eyes fell from that of her father’s, now overwhelmed by the severity of the situation brought before her. She was nearly brought to tears over the news of her old friend’s death, yet she could not deviate from anything but an emotionless expression. She simply could not allow it to happen. Her father needed her to be strong, not to be wound up in grief. Anything else would only make things that much worse for him.

She remained silent for what seemed to be an eternity, not wanting to say anything that could potentially hurt him or anything that she did not truly believe herself. But before too long passed, Siri finally broke the silence.

“Perhaps it was the right choice to make. Perhaps you had saved him from a fate much worse than death itself…from his own self. Perhaps you saved who he was…Perhaps you had saved others because of it. Who truly knows what would have happened if he had continued down this path for much longer. Perhaps in that final moment he finally understood. Death is one of the true liberators of our existence. Through it the shrouds of darkness…of pain…of anger…and of guilt…are all lifted from you and you see the universe for what it truly is, you see it in a pure light. Perhaps he truly understands now…”

Melkos sighed an eternal sigh, lifting a hand to his daughters shoulder and placing it there. She was wise, so wise. Beyond her years and her existance, she has wisdom that spanned the ages. Melkos knew she was right, knew her reason was resolute. But he couldn't shake the feeling he wasn't telling her everything. Perhaps he could trust her. No, he knew he could.

"He is still alive, my dear. Alive and well on the far side of the galaxy. I sent him to trail his soul, to look at it, and eventually meet his fate there. When he is ready, he will return." He looked away, "That is the reasoning that I come before you to question, because it could spell his doom."

Her expression still did not change, even upon hearing that Drakomis had survived. While Siri was certainly relieved that he had not perished this day, he still had a long road ahead, a road that required him to pass all of the tests and trials laid out before him. It would not be an easy task, certainly not, but it was one he would have to face…or perish.

“I do not doubt your reasoning for I think you have chosen wisely,” she replied. “If he passes through this time and returns to us, then he will have understood that which you have wanted him to. If he does not return, then perhaps it is for the best for Anagonia, his people, and most of all…for him.”

She sighed and held his hand tighter in hers. “I understand the mindset that he is in for I too have experienced it. My past, my own pains overcame who I was, plagued me, turned me into that which I was not. I had to face them, overcome them, find the answers to the questions which I had or I would have surely died. But if I had met my fate that day, I would have gladly accepted it. I would not want to become the monster I was…and with Drakomis, perhaps that is how it must be…”

Melkos nodded, then hugged his daughter in an embrace filled with the light-side of the Force. Love, tranquility, and peace would flow into Siri from the embrace. He would let go, pat her shoulders with both hands, and start to leave. He had things to do now, things to plan. Maybe he'd pay a visit to Jack, or maybe not. Either way he neared the shadows, ready to exit, almost hesitating, expecting her to say something.

It was hot, unbearably hot. Even Drakomis' naturally cool body didn't keep him cold enough to resist the heat. His body nearly depleting its store of water as he struggled past the tree's in the tall-grassed plain. He had entered here not a whiles back, but in his foolishness forgot to stock up. As if he could, he didn't have supplies to contain water with. Maybe he should have drunk his fill? No, that wouldn't have worked either.

He grumbled, eyes half closed as he trudged on. This planet seemed so nice, so rich, so cool. Now it seemed like hell. Only a while ago it was cool, temperate, and comfortable. Then it changed, somehow. He didn't know how. Hell, he couldn't think clearly. No, not clearly, at all. He was a zombie. It was too damn hot!

He whipped his crest of perspiration from his body in desperation to save itself. It just wasn't possible. It just wasn't possible at all.

He tripped on a rock in the dirt, his toe-claw burning as he fell to his knees. What use was it resisting? Dying a second time wasn't so bad. At least this way he didn't get stabbed. Yea, he didn't get stabbed.

He fell to the dirt, collapsing, and blacked out. How body unable to sustain itself, slowly shutting down due to lack of water.

* * *
Drakomis awoke to see Gloria before him, embracing him. He smiled, his spirit happy now. He was with her, finally with her. He could rest in peace. He didn't care about Anagonia, or Melkos, or anything. Heck, he forgave Melkos now. He did him a favor. He was with his mate, his wife, his companion. Nothing could separate them now. So, he wept, wept for joy. The tears streaming down his snout-face as he sobbed heavily in happiness.

Gloria just embraced him, shushing every so often, hugging closely. She knew his pain, and his life. She had watched him every step of the way. His pain, his torment, and the favor Melkos did for her. He needed to move on, because she was gone. She couldn't come back. She was with the Force, with her Heaven, with her Goddess. She didn't want to go back, even as much as it pained her to.

Drakomis continued to cry. After a long while, he stopped, looking at her and kissing her deeply. How how he missed this feeling. Missed her body. Missed everything about her. Maybe here they could have children, maybe here they could have a future. Who knew anything about the Force and the Afterlife? Anything was possible, right?

"I'm so happy to see you, my love." He kissed her again, and she smiled back.
"As am I, dear. But you can't stay." She still smiled.
"What? Why?" He seemed pained now.
"Because you belong to living, and I the dead." She hugged him strongly. "You found me again, Drakomis. I was lost without your embrace. Now that I know your fine, that your okay, I can move on." She looked him in the eyes. "You can too."

For a long moment he just stared, then he sighed. He thought about his first death, then the second, now this one. It was all too much. He started to weep again, and she clawed his face gently, stroking his tears away. He sniffed heavily, looking up, closing his eyes, then back at her.

"But why?"
"Because I love you, and you love me." She shook her head slowly, smiling. "I will always be with you, and you with me. But you know that I have passed, and you know you must move on. You have to, for our memory, and our sakes."

She placed his hand in hers, then to her stomach. She looked pregnant. She smiled at his surprised expression, and chuckled softly. She shook her head again. "It's not mine, it's someone elses. Your children, Your kids, Your hatchlings belong to someone else." She smiled sweetly, tilting her head. "I'm just keeping them safe until your ready to move on, sweetie."

Drakomis then smiled, and hugged her again. "Thank you."

Looking back at his mate, his love, he understood now. There was no going back. She was dead, with the Force. It had taken him to die to learn this, and it had taken him to dehydrate in the wilderness to come to her. It had taken her to show him the way. Yes, dying was worth it. And he kissed her one last time.

"Now go, honey, before you miss the one."


Drakomis awoke with a huge headache, looking into the eyes of the very Dragon he swore to run away from. He blinked a few times slowly then sighed. He felt Gloria embrace him one last time, one last kiss, then she left. Back to the Force, forever. Soon he knew he would join her. They were bonded by her Goddess, by her ways. No one could change that. But he could move on, and start a new life. Now, he really could let her go.

"I saved you, I did. Got some water and forced you to drink!" Kameko chuckled, then looked at his body. "Your okay now, you are. I made sure."

He shook his head, then sat up, holding his head. She moved her large head back, watching him closely. He looked around, and noticed he was in a cave again. How quaint, another cave. This time however, he heard water, and felt a temperature that was extremely pleasant to his rough-scaled skin. Whatever way she had forced water into his body, probably by forcing him to drink it, he was alive because of her.

"Thank you." He looked at her and patted her muzzle with his clawed hand. "I owe you my life."

She tilted her head, welcoming the pat however. "No complaining? Unusual, you are! You changed, yes, I feel it."

"Yes, I have." He smiled, sighing happily. "Someone special help me move on."

Siri wrapped her arms tightly around Melkos, giving him a loving embrace to show how much she had missed him. She was about to let him go, but she could not bring herself to. It had been far too long since they saw one another, far too long since they were in each other’s company. She wanted to spend time with her father, learn from him, just be with him – all the things she has missed out on from her own childhood, those things that were taken from her. But perhaps…

“Could I go with you?”

Melkos had continued the embrace because Siri wanted to, even after he tried to let go. And so it was that she asked the question, the question he thought she would ask but was afraid to ask himself. After all, wasn't he intruding on his daughters life? It seemed so. To Siri, however, it seemed not to be an intrusion, but a blessing. He felt that from her, sensed it even.

So he looked at her, let his hand hold hers, and told her to hang on. Suddenly, everything they both knew was gone, gone into a hellish abyss of fire and darkness that spread forward like something from a black hole. All life, time, and light seemed to be consumed in this abyss, even the figures of Melkos in Siri. The disruptions in time and space seemed to stretch so much it actually made a G-Force effect on Siri's body. Melkos, in his spectral state, had no such effect.

Then life came to again, as if they themselves had traveled through space with some kind of weird hyperspace device. Below them was a planet, and they standing in space with no solid ground. Melkos still held his daughters hand. He looked to her and smiled.

"Do not be afraid, I protect you from the elements here." He pointed to the planet. "Down there is Drakomis, your and my dear friend. Down there he trails."

Drakomis sat there for over two hours just talking with Kameko about random things. He started to enjoy her company, even as often as her sentences made no sense. He tried hard to understand her, and succeeded to an extent. He learned a lot about her, and she learned a lot about him. He felt a warmth return to his heart that he hadn't felt in a long time. It was like a revival of spirit for him, like some kind of reawakening.

He smiled and laughed at a joke Kameko made and settled down, sitting back against a rock near the warm spring. He had taken a dip during the conversations, and was now drying off. "Well I suppose things can get confusing with your mystics."

They were now on the conversation of the Mystics, a power similar to the Force. Drakomis hypothesized that it was the Force, just a different name and different belief system. Kind of like two faiths separated only by name and categories. He was amused, highly amused, by the similarities she presented.

"Yes, can it? I suppose it can. But yours is confusing, not mine. Mine is perfect!" Kameko pointed a claw up in a gesture of superiority of subject, then smiled. "Yet I do sense we have the same powers, no? I do, I do."

"I suppose we do." He smiled at her, "I wonder why?"

She thought for a moment, then shook her head. "I cannot figure it out, no. Not now, perhaps a nap will help."

"You and naps. Is that something a Dragon loves?" He crossed his arms and closed his own eyes, laying back. "I seem to love it lately too."

He felt something against his side, and opened one eye to see Kameko's head resting gently beside his side. He chuckled to himself quietly. She seemed to enjoy having someone around to talk to. By the way she spoke, it seemed she hadn't anyone of proper conversation for a long while. Either that, or every Dragon was this way. Drakomis doubted that, of course. He petted her nose-ridge affectionately.

Kameko did some kind of purr in response, a short one, then proceeding to breathe easily as she went to sleep. Sighing, his shoulders heaving gently, he allowed himself time to sleep as well.

* * *

Drakomis awoke to a land in turmoil. So dark and bleak it was depressing. Thunderstorms and tornado's, hurricane's and tsunami's, every worst act of Mother Nature imaginable coming to light was present. Firestorms ripped through villages to the east, while an impeding darkness flowed and consumed everything from the west. He started to weep in sadness, feeling the death and destruction.

The Dark Side was overwhelming here, and that sent a shiver as he wept through his body.

He was taken by some unknown force to a palace, seeing that it was once elegant and pristine, now broken and shattered by what seemed like devistation. He willed himself forward, through it, and found himself looking at a throne in a chamber. He saw himself. Ragged, old, broken, sitting on a throne filled with cobwebs. He continued to weep, unable to take the sadness from here as well.

As he got closer his feelings overwhelmed him. Tears turned into streams of tears, his feelings turned to depression and sadness, and he stood before himself and fell to his knees. He cried to what gods there were asking how could this happen to him. He prayed for deliverance.

Then, hope.

A sudden light caught his gaze of tears as he whipped his eyes of the water. He gazed at a figure, so elegant and angelic in light. It touched the old self, seeming to bring back slowly the features he had now. He stood, seeing hope, seeing restitution. He looked in awe as the formerly ragged him stood so proudly and called some kind of armor to him. It surrounded and then framed itself to the self before him, a sword and shield on his hands now.

Then, his mirror self looked at him.

"Prepare for Glory, for that is all that shall come between us now. Never give up, never fail, and never let me get this way again!"

His mirror image came and struck an attack pose, swinging the sword straight at him...

Drakomis awoke with a start, gasping for breath as he felt the sword strike his shoulder, cut down through his side, and enter his very soul. He held his heart and cried in pain as his body lurched and shuddered. A light forced itself in his body, consuming him, taking away all his darkness, all his pain, all his torment. He gagged for breath, but none came. He reached for the Dragon, but she wasn't there. He tried to cry for help, but he was too weak.

Minutes later, he stopped, too tired to even breathe as he fell back to sleep.

* * *

Several hours later, perhaps days later, he awoke again. This time he was laying on some kind of hay bed. He felt something warm all around him, looking around to note it was the serpentine body of the Dragon Kameko. She breathed softly, gently, as if sleeping again. Drakomis knew he had been moved. Perhaps she heard his attack. Whatever it was, heart attack, stroke, or Force powers, he didn't know.

All he knew now was that he was safe. His body still felt weak, but he could breathe. He took a deep breath, well deserved after his ordeal, and sighed heavily. He whipped what seemed like water from his snout, noting it was tears. He had been crying.

Oh what an experience this was turning out to be. First killed by Melkos, then dying once again in the heat, then meeting his deceased mate, then finding himself in some kind of state of Force Revival. That was the only term he could put to it. A Revival of Spirit, Body, Soul, and Mind. And he knew then that the Force had been a big player in all of it.

But why? Why did he come here? Why here? Why this Dragon whom has saved his life perhaps twice already, perhaps more? Why did he meet his dead wife? Why was all this happening? Why did she say he would have children now?

He remembered that then felt his face-scales flush. It was embarrassing enough to desire for his wife, now hearing her say he would have hatchlings of his own? He dared to gaze at Kameko, then turned away. Impossible. Had to be someone else. He wasn't here for her, nor her for him. It was all chance, a chance taken by the Force to rework him.

He simply refused to believe that he would have a family again. Even though he had moved on, his mind still refused to go over the barrier of death.

But that dream....

He had seen his true self, in full armor, slash at him and cause him to have a seizure of some kind. His body felt pure now, revived, almost new. He didn't even see the lines of aging accustomed to a four-thousand year old Komodren. Maybe this was meant to be.

He looked down at his belt that still held his lightsaber, the only piece of clothing that he had maintained through the actions of Kameko. He was a Jedi, and the Force was with him. He had his beliefs on divinity, yes. But did that have anything to do with this new route in life? Being a Grand Master meant knowing these things, telling them to other Jedi Younglings and Padawans. He was a role model, a leader, and a Chief among his species and all life in Anagonia. Perhaps the Force sensed his failing contributions to his people, concurred up this scheme, and was reworking him?

No, he though, the Force is acted through, not from. Maybe this was something else. Maybe, just maybe, someone was involved that knew him better than anyone else in the entire galaxy. Only three people came to mind then. His Goddess, Melkos, and Oscar Vladinchi.

Oscar was on a mission with the Enterprise somewhere, so it couldn't be him. Even though he was a High Level Jedi, he didn't have the power to do this. His Goddess, on the other hand, could. But he never had any initiative to follow through with rituals and beliefs, and namely stood with the Force as a proven deity of sorts. Then..

Then there was Melkos Unchanos. The most powerful Dark Lord in the known Galaxy. Nothing but Palpatine himself came closer, expect perhaps Ramiel and a few other odd characters. Melkos had power of time and space, and used it wisely to lead Jedi and Sith a like to salvation of sorts. He walked a fine line between playing god and being demon, but somehow he kept himself just perfect enough on that line to actually do good even when he did harm. As far as Drakomis knew, Melkos was the only one Powerful enough, Daring enough, and Secretive enough to engulf Drakomis is some kind of plan of revival.

But that would mean....that his death was planned, every time.

He held his head. It hurt. He was thinking too hard again about variables and constants that never fit together. He sensed he was on a revelation, but something just didn't care anymore. The who or what of the situation was long gone. The When and Where was now paramount. Drakomis sighed and turned on his side, comforted by the Dragons steady breathing. No, whatever happened before was just the tip of the iceberg, the opening of a new life. He had entered something new now, something that came from the old. Because of all this, something had changed in him, and for the better. He felt inside his soul and liked what he got in return.

For the first time since his wifes death he was happy who he was today.

Slowly he closed his eyes again. Still tired, still weak. He started to fall asleep to the constant rhythm of Kameko's breathing.

At least, he thought before completely submitted to his dreams, I have a companion in her now. Someone to like again.

Finally, all that Siri’s heart had desired was granted to her. Finally, she was able to do that which she had longed to do for many years. It seemed to be a relief for her to break from the monotonous day-to-day work that she was plagued with, to do something more than to push paperwork from one department to another, to do anything that had a greater impact than to decide just what the cafeteria should have for lunch.

She eagerly grasped her father’s hand, trusting him to protect her wherever his work led them and placing all of her faith in his abilities to do what needed to be done. While one would imagine that such a change in surroundings would put fear into anyone who had never experienced them, Siri did neither tighten her grasp or tremble even the slightest. No, she had nothing to fear here, nothing would harm her. In fact, she felt immensely safe as opposed to constantly being on guard throughout her daily life.

However, where the two appeared did confuse the elf. They were in space? But there is no air there and they can burn up there! How can that be? She could have questioned a great many things now, but instead, chose not to. There were bigger things to be concerned about than the logistics and science of where they were at, such as…Drakomis.

“How is he?” she finally asked with a hint of concern. “Is he alright? What about all that he’s going through?”

Melkos released her grip and let her stand beside him, noticing she felt safe. He looked down, his face turning back into a skeletal specter of his human past. Red iris's came into view in the eye sockets, looking down at the planet. His entire form rested within his dark spectral cloak, which writhed and twisted as if the Forces of Dark contorted to Melkos' figure.

He pointed at a location. "He rests now, after another dream. He has figured me as a suspect in all that has happened, but he would be wrong. I am just the beginning."

He rested the finger, and put both arms before his cloaked chest. "You will play a key figure in his revelations, Siri." Melkos looked at her, "What would you do to help him now?"

Siri stepped forward, away from Melkos, and knelt with one knee upon the vast emptiness of space. For a few minutes, she considered his words carefully, mulling over the implications of such a question. She knew that she was playing with people’s lives now and such things needed to be thought over properly.

“I don’t think it would be in his best interests to help him directly, at least not with his knowledge. He needs to be able to stand upon his two feet, to weather whatever may come his way, to be able to withstand everything taken from him, even that of his loved ones. To do otherwise would simply allow him to become as I once was, a shell of myself, dead and broken to the world around me, nothing more than tangled web of grief and guilt, if such an event were to happen. A fate like that would not only harm himself, but those he leads. He cannot become dependent wholly on anyone, except for himself. That isn’t to say that he cannot love once more, care once more, or any other emotion. But he needs to realize that he cannot depend on anyone fully.

She sighed and shut her eyes. “Drakomis does not need to be helped. His path is one that he alone has the power to blaze. But he can be pushed or be guided. I would say that to understand where he must go from here, he must understand his past. Every decision, every action and all the results thereof that have made an impact upon his life must be reviewed and understood. Only then can he truly learn from his past and move toward the future.”

After rising from her knees, Siri stood boldly before her father. “That is what I would do for him.”

Melkos listened carefully to her words, nodding after she finished. She had learned much, and had grown to become a mature woman of stable and sound mind. He loved her so much for breaking through her trails, and he felt a satisfaction in being there for her when she needed someone. Looking back at the planet, he waited in silence as he looked as if observing.

"I believe your right. Though I am not here to guide or change, I am just the one requested to do it." His head tilted forward, in a dark manner. "Someone close to Drakomis requested it, and it is not who I thought it was."

He looked to Siri and smiled, "Your advice has been heeded. So we shall see what happens now."

Drakomis

Drakomis had awoken some hours earlier and wondered out to the wilderness. As far as he could tell Kameko was still fast asleep. Whatever she did to heal him must have taken much out of her. Or, perhaps, she was just tired. Either way it gave Drakomis some breathing room to explore this new place, and possibly this new home.

Home. He missed it so. Back to the technology, back to the Republic. His People, his Soldiers, his friends. All were left behind wondering where he was right about now. Maybe they'd think he went on vacation, or maybe they'd think he'd just wondered off. He did it many times before, and all the times some of his advisor's and Governor's had taken command for a short period. Being old gave him the excuse of going through sickness, which he never had before. The general populace just thought that a being thousands of years old should get sick every now and then. The only thing that mattered was that he returned, and was capable of continuing to lead.

Drakomis sighed, and continued to walk through the forest of large tree's. He noted the size of them. It would take easily fifty humans to go around one of the trunks, and was perhaps thousands of feet high. They were beautiful, and the air here smelt more natural than where he came from. Nature reigned here, and in doing so the Force was strong here. He enjoyed embracing the Force, being one with it, finally having nothing on his mind expect enjoying himself.

Even though he shouldn't, of course. But he was here because he was here, not because he wanted to, but because he just was. So he was going to enjoy himself, make use of the time alloted to him. Whatever was in the mix for his life, he was enjoying every second of it now. Life seemed to take on a new light. It was almost as if he was beginning to care more about himself. Being a Grand Master didn't permit him much care for self, but rather for others and the Force. Now he could just embrace the force, and embrace the self.

He felt new.

Drakomis stopped, hearing something. It sounded like large footfalls, the ground quaking with each one. From the vibrations, perhaps a biped. But the closer it got, the more the ground shook. Finally he heard machine noises, joints resisting the pushing, pistons of some sort forcing something to move, then another footfall, then another ground quake. He looked to his right in time to see a huge giant machine, looking more human, with one red eye. It looked liked a giant armored knight of some sort, green with a Hammer and Sickle emblem on it's chest.

As of yet it hadn't noticed him, but that might change. Drakomis covered himself with the Force and hid behind a tree, watching it go. Then, he followed. Technology on this world? Amazing! He might have a way out after all.

He noted that nothing of previous thought was forgotten. Surely he was enjoying his forced vacation, but he would enjoy a trip home. Whomever these people were, they might have a way off this rock.