95157 part 3

[Aranor]

Alteras stands in the former commanders quarters. The same room used as the central tower for the temporary cities. He can feel the four

other commanders waiting for his command. He would have done this ages ago but Tairom was strong enough with will power alone to be

considered lesser Dri'Kai. Whatever that thing was did him a favor.

He is creating a video of made up events. Another space faring race with mechanical technology rivalling their own. A battle between

the two races showing heavy damage to their ships and many losses of lives. In the end a short retreat and their ships ability to repair

itself turned the tides granting them victory. Origins of the race are currently unknown. A threat of this magnitude will surely be persuasive in strengthening their forces and prove pivotal in his desire to control all life within the known space.

'Alteras. I have not felt your presence in the sh'dan for some time. Many of us thought you to be dead.'

'I am not so easy to kill S'van. As Haldn should now be aware of.' His voice full of accusation.

'We could use you again. The republic is not what it used to be.'

'The republic has been soft for too long S'van. I feel it is time we Dri'Kai take back what was once ours.'

'And how do you suppose we do that? We are criminals of evolution. Deemed as destroy on site through any means necessary. We would need an army of tremendous power to do that.'

'And an army I plan to make.'

'I'm listening.'

'As are others. My location for now will remain unknown. When I feel it is safe I will notify you of my current arrangements. I will

enter the sh'dan again later.'

95157 emerges from the boost. The landscape is gone. In the distance a sinuous blob of matter floats. Debris floating in the surrounding

space. It scans for any signs of life. None. The entities have left. It begins mapping the surrounding stars and matches its location among the known star systems. Unexplored space. To its left the grid matches the outer 38576-98672-98245-87614-65413-56142 sector.

It stares straight ahead. Within the boost a ripple forms adjoining another in the distance through a slim tube. The direction points

towards the planet 512938 which is home to the race 19678261457398472789 which call themselves Pharan. A slim fragile

race with tight grey blue skin. Two yellow eyes encompassing the majority of their face. Two toed feet and four fingered hands.

Intelligence is among the primitive status.

'I's ability to travel within the vacuum is non existent. Known methods for travel, gravity manipulation through siphoning of the

boost. Mapping every 33rd processor for adaptation to travel. Done. Time for integration 3 revolutions.' 95157 floats in the void.

Vacuum outside planet 512938: The fleet emerges from the wormhole. It quickly collapses behind them. Alteras stares at the planet. The

race below may not be the perfect army but they are sufficient for him to build on. "Criminals of evolution.." He mocks to no one. While

maintaining control of the commanders he has been forcing subliminal programming to them both psionically and through their control medals. Each has been ordered into cocoon status to reform themselves into Tairoms design. All others have been given orders to don the new armor systems. Those who did not have control medals soon will. The subliminal messaging will soon resonate through the entire fleet.

They will all pledge allegiance to him.

With that task implemented he turns to the next. Multiple upgrades for the armor. A screen lowers showing him the designs he is mentally

sending it. It produces a holographic image. He has 5 designs. Each with its own weaponry. Sonic, gravitational, Tairoms boosters,

multiple vibrational blades, laser. Carefully he plans the integration as he waits for the crew to finish their transformations.

Alteras has watched for two of this planets revolutions mapping the sentient life forms living habits while working on his designs. He

has planned landing zones for the five ships. He feels the first commander wake.

"Dri'Kai Alteras. Commander Thrtak awaiting orders sir."

"Good. Are your systems fully operational."

"Yes sir."

"Even better. Keep watch over your crew. Notify me when all are fully awake and functioning."

"Yes Dri'Kai."

The name is something he had not heard people call him openly with respect for nearly 30% of the galactic revolution. Eons ago.

Patiently he waits while the others wake.

One by one the commanders wake, then in turn they notify him when their crew is ready. He reaches out contacting each control medal

"I have mapped out locations for each ship to land and begin building their facilities. The Pharan's shall be gathered and we will begin

testing on the individual designs as soon as possible. Any and all upgrade designs will be brought to me for review before

implementation."

A universal "Yes sir." hummed across the control medal. He retained a link to each of them as well as the five ships. Any and all

information passing between them will pass through him as well.

Near the 5 most populated areas the ships land. Each digging their way into the ground spreading tendrils that will form new compartments

and grow their ship into a full scale research and design facility. Within one revolution the Phoran's begin discovering and curiously

looking over the ships.

95157 finished the upgrades. It stretches its itself feeling the greater surge of energy running through it. Every 33rd processor

dedication to its own set of small scale gravity controller orbs. All of them forming a grid around each of its three inner layers.

Skeletal, primary muscle, and secondary muscle. 'Potential of speed through the vacuum...3.25798312 times the speed of light. Speed in a

non vacuum...unknown..variables pending.'

It sets a course for itself to the planet the entities ventured towards. Unnecessary systems routed to exploring the vast amount of

information within in search of possible upgrades and to teach ones self.

The Pharan's were curious as to what it was that came from the sky. Never before had they seen anything like it. Giant egg shaped rocks

which floated down and planted themselves into the ground. Others similar to them began to grow around them. For nine days they watched

more and more grow. Finally an opening slightly taller than they melted open. From inside beings slightly shorter than they emerged.

large pink eyes with a single horn above their head. Spikes on their arms. Some on their legs. Something unfamiliar on their backs. A

shiny orb in the center of their foreheads. They were covered in a flexible shell similar to the Harrabilla. One of them held out

something in its hands. It had a shiny orb in its center similar to the ones on their foreheads. nodding the entity motioned the device

towards the nearest Pharan. Hesitantly the Pharan reached for it. A white ring at the base of the orb glows as the unit hovers above the

Phara. Other watch in awe. The unit open, thousands of tendrils reaching and wrapping around the Pharan. It screams in fear and pain.

The others run. It tries to wriggle away but is restrained. The entities watch with patience as the armor merges with its host.

"Can you understand me Pharan?" Thrtak asks.

"Yes. What is this? What did you do to me?"

"We will explain in due time. This is the only way for us to communicate. Let your people know they do not need to be afraid. We

are those who make life in the universe. Life here is frail. We shall remake it stronger."

"We are not frail. Why do we need to be stronger?"

"The fallen tree over there. Gab it and lift it."

A simple task but a means to test the strength enhancing effects on these people. Monitoring the control medal they watch as the Pharan

grabs the log and lifts what would normally take ten or more of them.

"How?" The Pharan asks.

"We will show you. And we will offer more."

Thrtak's crew was charged with the task of upgrading the gravity manipulation system within the armor. Having established

communication with one he hoped to do so with others. He showed the Pharan how to remove the armor. Two new organs at the base of

Pharan's controller organ granting it a telepathic link to its new armor and telepathic communication with others using a control medal.

The Pharan was given certain information about a clan of its race on another side of the continent with similar powers that is planning on

ravaging the land. In order to survive their people would need to use the armor. The power of fear passed through the primitive people and

soon Thrtak had them willingly walking to his labs.

Nearly three of this planets rotations Alteras has watched and aided. He reorganized the ships DNA to raise his labs to the Captains center.

This way he could work on his own projects and watch over everything without needing to move far. Time and time again he tried to recreate

the creature. Every time he failed. He even tried linking up to four control medals to power the thing but the drain was too much. He had

gotten to the point of sustaining it if it did not move but the mass was too heavy for the skeletal systems he designed. He finally

designed a skeletal system out of the carapace material of the armor. This proved strong enough to support the thing but again movement

proved fatal. He had to have the answer. He had to have something like this under his control. Or better yet, if he could augment his

DNA to make himself into it. There was only one person with the knowledge. Hopeful the drain had not killed her yet

"Therus come to my lab."

The door opens as Therus walks close. Inside there are dozens of screens about each showing different things.

"I need you to take a

scout ship and bring that wretch Ladeline back here. If she is drained then I want her remains."

"Yes Dri'Kai Alteras."

As Therus walks away Alteras receives a message there is a battle about to commence. A glance at the nearest viewing screen and it

switches to show him the battle field.

The field is in front of crew C. The crew designated to develop the vibrational blades. All debris has been cleared. Within the field

are twelve armored Pharan's. Four designs have only arm blades, two facing forward, two facing backwards. Two have only leg blades. Two

have blades protruding all over. Two more have them on their backs with one emitting from the chest. The last two have blades protruding

from the fingertips.

The battle commences. All twelve rush towards one another. The two with the blades on their backs are the first to go. Nearly no frontal

defenses. One of those with blades on the legs is next to go. The blades hum as they hit against one another. The other legged one

falls. Moments later the two with the blades all over are the ones left standing sparring with one another. "Stop the fight. Bring

those two to me."

"Yes Dri'Kai."

The two retract their armor. Both collapse, drained. Their bodies are battered.

Another message appears asking Alteras to review the designs of the sonic emitting units. There are 5 designs ready to be implemented for

testing. One uses the top of the head. The next uses the palm of the hands. The third uses shoulder pods. The fourth uses the chest area

similar to Tairoms smashers. And the fifth uses small orbs placed on the front of the face. "Proceed." The chest area he will not utilize. That is being reserved for the smasher cells as Tairom had done. A very well thought out design. He returns to his private project.

[Aranor]

Therus exits the small wormhole deep within the inner sphere. Densely populated with both planets and manufactured satellites. He directs his

ship towards the Coltimar colony. Developers and watchers of the battery prison.

"You have entered a restricted area. Halt and Identify yourself." A stern voice trespasses on his communication equipment.

"I am Commander Therus. Replacement for Commander Tairom of the Turturon science fleet. One of our rogue scientist sent a female here. The order should not have been given. I have come in person to retrieve her and reinstate her to her duties if she still lives."

Eight autonomous vehicles come forth surrounding his ship in a cube form.

"We will verify your Identity. If your orders are verified we will find her. If they are not you will reside beside her."

Therus could not help but hope Alteras knew what he was doing. One mishap would prove fatal for him. Or had that been his plan? All he can do now is wait.

Nearly half a light year in front of him is the prison. A T.1756.AE-53 bio shell the size of most life giving planets. From he understands inside are millions of layers of liquid spheres far enough apart to hold the wrists and ankles of their race. What they are made of

he does not know but that the Coltimar are able to move about on it where none of the other races can. Once they secure you on it a stream

penetrates your controller organ and if you have one your control medal. Once done your controller organ is slowly numbed to the point you can not move your body and your control medal is disabled. From there the stream extends throughout your body and drains you of your bio plasma. He had heard rumors this could take up to a galactic revolution to complete and finally kill you. A very slow death. One which he hopes not to endure.

"Identification verified. Submission from Tairom Sebalang Captain Commander of Turturon science fleet... Ladeline VaOdrene' essence has been established as recoverable. Disconnection successful, teleportation commencing."

The navigation sphere's ring glows alerting him. He stands and turns to see a female form materialize beneath it. She appears nearly half the size she was before she left. Her bio plasma is faint but noticeable. She collapses under her own weight. At least she won't be any trouble on the way back.

"Teleportation successful. Transaction complete. Vacate the quarantined area immediately."

They didn't need to tell him twice. He reconnects with the navigational sphere and commanded it to return.

Alteras finds himself outside for first time in nearly one planetary revolution. He has before him two armored Pharan's. Both are equipped

with armor only. No weaponry. One's armor blue the other green. He gives the command for them to fight.

Both run for each other. Blue jumps bringing his right fist back. Green halts reaching up and grabs Blue's chest and forthcoming arm at the biceps. He turns throwing Blue to the ground. Blue turns to his stomach and spins sweeping at Green's feet toppling him. Blue follows through summersaulting bringing his left heel down on Green's chest. Green heaves yelling beneath the armor. Blue back handsprings to his feet. Seeing his enemy disabled his lunges bringing both knees to his chest. As he comes down he pushes his feet down. Green rolls over as Blue's feet penetrate the ground ankle deep. Green rolls back backhanding Blue in the groin following through

with the other fist into Blue's head. Blue falls back. Green gets to his feet. Blue removes his hand, his eye crystal cracked. Green lunges this

time doing the same as Blue. Blue rolls back. As green lands Blue throws his legs forward forcing himself into the air and twists. He lands sitting on Green's shoulders and follows through forcing his weight back. He puts his hands on the ground and pulls bringing Green over him

head first into the ground. Green goes limp bouncing over onto his stomach. Blue stands. The eye crystal nearly healed. Green rolls over

staring at the sky. Blue jumps bringing his fist back.

"Enough." Alteras commands.

Blue lands his fist stopping just before hitting Green's control medal. Blue stands. A moment later Green gets to his feet. Both walk to Alteras.

"Remove the armor."

Both disengage. Green drops to the ground. Dead. His neck limp now bending unnaturally. The left side of Blue's face is bruised over. His eye bleeding. The skull within now deformed.

"Well done."

"Thank you my God."

"You have earned your days rest. Do as you wish the rest of the day so

long as the armor is not summoned."

"Yes my God."

Alteras is calculating the data from their control medals in his head. The results are quite impressive. This new feature of guiding the Arkenea tendrils for more precise bonding yielded nearly a fifty percent increase. This has brought the strength of the Pharan's when bonded to thirty times their normal strength. He did notice a slight decrease in their performance towards the end of the fight. Their bodies are using the energy supplied to them by the control medal but perhaps he could better manipulate that process. He commands the control medal of the Pharan corpse to emerge. The dimensional portal tears a hole in the ground recovering its dead host. Alteras commands it to walk inside and be removed from host.

As he begins following the autonomous corpse he is already thinking of ways to restructure the Pharan's digestive and respiratory systems by having the Arkenea introducing new ones. He stops suddenly hearing a thud behind him. He turns to look. The other Pharan is now lying on the ground. A quick scan tells him the Pharan is alive. Unconscious. The pull of energy the armor needs appears to be quite the strain on non bio plasma producing life forms. Especially after combat. Perhaps the altered organs will help with that.

On the other side of the globe Thrtak's group is ready to test their units. The field has four units ready. One with gravity bullet launchers in the palms of the hands. One with them on shoulder mounted pods. With with them within the chest even though Alteras said that design would not be used for some reason. And the last with them mounted on the backside of the forearms.

The command is given. The one with shoulder mounts lets loose two massive gravity bullets towards the chest mounted one. The chest mounted one jumps out of the way opening its chest plates and returning fire as cross fire from the other two fly beneath him. His bullets hit tearing the legs off the shoulder mounted one. It screams but remains diligent. Its shoulder pods charging. The arm mounted unit fires at both the chest and shoulder units. It hits tearing a hole in the shoulder units left shoulder pod. The palm unit takes the opportunity and fires at the forearm unit hitting its stomach. A large hole rips apart spewing blood and guts everywhere. The unit remains standing. The chest unit is dodging bullets as its weapons charge.

Shoulder and chest units both fire at one another. The two blasts hitting one another in the fields center creating a crater. Forearm unit jumps over the blast and fires at the two of them hitting them both in the head. It points its arms forward firing at palm unit. Palm unit jumps back. As forearm unit lands palm unit rushes forward grabbing its head in his hands and generates the bullet. Forearm units head explodes.