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Chapter 3: capturedLater. An unknown location.
Doctor Kayla scowled. "You couldn't catch her?"
The Blarg who had brought her the news shook his head. "Sorry, Ma'am. She slipped past us. We last saw her leaving Fastoon. Dunno where she's gone from there."
"Hmmm.." Kayla drummed her fingers on the arm of her chair. "That's unfortunate. If I'd been able to catch her, I'd have been able to reverse engineer the process I used on her. Ah well, we'll catch her soon..." She gave a nerve scraping smile. "I have what I want, anyway. The Galaxies greatest heroes at my feet. I think I'll go see how they're doing..."
She got up and left, gloating as she went. Finally! After years of planning and scheming, ever since the day that wretched Cain woman deleted her lifes work, she finally had her in her clutches. And her children too. Kayla smiled and hugged herself happily. Twins, no less! It would be interesting to see how much modification they could stand.
She'd leave him till later. A treasu
Chapter 2: Princess on the runReepor. 3:15 pm. Grand throne room.
Emperor Markus drummed his claws on the arm of his throne. They may have been thoroughly despicable, but he had to admit one thing: the lives of previous Cragmite Emperors had been a lot simpler. His family had not been born to the ruling classes. He had no idea of how to rule a planet, each year serving only to highlight his ignorance. The throne was his simply because, as Tachyons advisor he had quietly taken it amidst the chaos of his departure. Still newly returned from their exile, the Cragmites had been thrown into confusion when Tachyon had been defeated, lost and alone. Cragmites needed a ruler, it was part of what they were. Markus filled that role when no one else did. But not for Markus the galactic conqouring of his predecessors! He had always been a gentle soul for a Cragmite, hoping to bring his race into the Galactic union. It wasn't proving easy. Distrust from the other races ran high, even as the peace treaty between the L
Chapter 1: Fear and flightRatchet breathed in deeply as he stepped out of his ship. Years had passed since the Lombaxes return, and he still felt a warm glow in his chest every time he looked around. The ravaged buildings were gone, replaced by new, sturdy ones. He glanced up at the sign on the building in front of him, thrilling at being able to finally read Lombax runes.
Fastoon High School.
At this time of day, the steps were crowded, as young Lombaxes left for home. Ratchet noticed one male was covered in scratches and bites, a disgruntled expression on his face, and a nasty suspicion began to grow in his head. He pushed it aside and followed the locker lined corridor down to the principals office. He knocked quietly on the door.
"You wanted to see me, Ms Harkan?" he said, stepping inside. Then he noticed the girl in the chair in front of the principals desk. She looked up, caught his eye, and looked away, ears drooping guiltily. Ratchet sighed.
Half an hour later.
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