TTO Episode 0.3

0.3

“Darth Natria, my apprentice. Your flawed action had exposed our new existence.” Grand Order Illium then faced the others in the Council of Lords. “The last day of the thousand years will end by the setting of the last sun on the mountains. With that, the words of Master Seldon had ended its purpose. Now that is known, I am here to tell you of the new age.”

“A new age of a hundred years as said by Master Seldon or of what you may say?” Lord Hamill recovered from his attack stood up to question the Grand Order. “Surely you will not tell me that the Dark Order shall rule once more. Do you recalled the balance of the Order held the also the Light Order?”

“The Light Order? It’s a defunct order which had ceased to exist for over nine hundred years now. The Grecian Masters have gone into exile and the apprentices have deserted the Order. Have you seen the last of them since then?” Grand Order Illium spoke out. “Grand Master Xilnex have been dead for a hundred and five years.”

“Impossible!” Lord Hamill hit back. “The Grand Master is in exile. He will return…”

“Return? Perhaps parts of him I believed could be persevered.” Grand Order Illium motioned to Darth Natria. “Please show them remains of the esteemed Master.”

Darth Natria stepped forth with the small container. The apprentice was clad like the Grand Order but the stripes were not of crimson shade but that of pink. The shade befits the feminine beauty beneath the loose drapes. Darth Natria placed the container on the ground and without any hesitation, she kicked it over. The container spilled over with the remains of the once master of the Light Order rolled out.

“Dramatic entry or was it exit. May I present Grand Master Xilnex’s pelvis.” Grand Order Illium announced to the other Lords. “The Order of the Light may have ceased ….forever. Please excuse my dramatic exit.”

With that the Grand Order swung out his right hand at the remains. The crimson energy streaked out like a set of curved claws that lengthen to two feet. The claws hit the remains and vaporized it. The gathered there exhaled their disgusts but none will dare to oppose the Dark Order.

Well, not all.

“The Montries will not bow to the Dark.” Lord Cram of the Montries stood out from among the Lords. “We have been the one with the Light for a …”

“Too long for you, once of my blood brothers. ” Grand Order Illium hit back at the Lord Cram. The Mountrie Lord was a partial organic and mechanical construct. The Mountrie held no real form for it was a density of energy encase in the construct frame with the six upper arms while the bottom frame was in a hovering saucer.  The Lord was once a veteran of the old battles before becoming Lord. The older Lord was slashed by the claws at the chest. With the front cavity breached, the energy form had lost its containment and dispersed out. Without the containment, the energy form was weaker and the claws returned to slash at it. Lord Cram raw form dissipated into the environment.

“Resistance is futile.” Grand Order Illium waved both his hands above his head. “I truly dislike the Borg from muttering it incessantly. They make it sound like it was their own invention.”

From the mountain tops around the plateau, a thousand crack troops of the Moncrats jetpack towards the plateau. From the view of the gathered, they were alike the harbinger of death. The whiteness of their armors on the troops was not a contrast of their honor, for the whiteness of the armor was borne to be covered with the various shades of the defeated life body liquid. Every trooper idolized their death coatings like badges of victory. The troopers were all armed with the energy blaster PH 375 rifle that could tear apart a Gonzoria beast in seconds. And those beasts are at a full height of ten feet and weighed over a ton with a ferocity that most of hunters feared. The trooper head piece was the white half face helmet that covered their eyes to the bridge of the nose. The helmet had a wide brimmed side that sailed downwards at the rear. The troops landed among the gathered with their rifles drawn.

“My fellow Lords, please do not be alarmed. That was just one of our favored dramatic entries. It was listed down in our Order Annals.” Grand Order Illium smiled. “I prefer my own entries.”

Grand Order Illium lowered his arms, and fifty troopers fired their rifles at the nearest Lords. Fifty five of the gathered ceased to exist that day.

“Now the Order of the Dark will rule beyond its hundred years.” Grand Order Illium called out. “Hail the New Federation of the Planets under our rule.”