Empire Rising

Plot
In the vast dark ocean that is space, an ancient darkness watches as wars are waged in it's name. It's mindless pawns march forward, dying and killing in it's name. Many planets have fallen to it's forces. It's will was forced upon the populace of thousands of worlds, but why was this one so hard? Thousands of it's soldiers, all controlled by it, have died. Beings wearing white suits hold a firm defense against it's invading forces. A low guttural growl escapes the black void the being is held in. For too long it has been imprisoned, and now these tiny beings stop it's glorious crusade. In a black void, a hologram of Ansur Transyl floats. All around the world ships dropped soldiers onto the field. A shadowy hand stretches out from the darkness, grabbing the hologram, it crushed it in it's tight grip.

Aboard a Plumber ship, Leon Rourke nervously checked his armor. He had been sent on many missions but this was his first full on war. Walking through the ship, the young Loboan could hear the hushed whispers of his fellow plumbers. Some people talked about getting a reputation, others talked about being afraid. All the Plumbers carried a Multiblaster with them. Leon on the other hand carried his Proto-Tool. Looking down at his weapon, it was set to blaster mode. This item right here might be the only thing standing between him and death. Shaking his head, Leon decided to get a drink from a machine aboard the ship. Walking over to a dispenser, he pressed the single button the machine had. From below a Styrofoam cup dropped and began to fill with a purple liquid. This liquid was designed by scientists back on Earth. It was suppose to be a multi species drink, wouldn't harm anyone. Leon grabbed the cup then sipped. The liquid had a grape like taste to it, but a texture that reminded him of melted ice cream.

Leon was assigned this mission soon after his last. This time he was under the command of a human named Harvest. Harvest was a highly decorated Plumber. People both feared and respected him. When arriving on the ship, Leon heard his fellow agents talking about a rumor that surrounded Harvest. Harvest supposedly launched an agent out of the Airlock for disobeying an order. Leon knew better than to believe that, but it did go to show the reputation Harvest had among the men. From his left, Leon heard several agents go silent. Looking in their direction, he finally saw why they grew so silent, Harvest was walking down the hallway.

He was a tall man with a buzz cut and a serious expression on his face. He wore a Plumbers' uniform with pride, but his right arm wasn't human. His left arm, painted to match the Plumbers' uniform color, was robot. It was rumored that he ripped it off of a robot or cyborg bounty hunter. No one knew for sure, but what everyone did know, was that no one challenged him to an arm wrestling contest. Harvest stopped once he got in front of Leon. Harvest looked at the drink in Leon's hand then continued walking. Leon would be lying to himself if he said he wasn't afraid.

After a few silent minutes after Harvest had left, the talking resumed. Leon was halfway done with his drink before the ship started to shake. The lights began to flicker. There was a deathly silence in the ship now. Leon held onto his Proto-Tool as if his life depended on it, because it just might. There was a sudden and violent shaking throughout the ship. Leon held onto the wall to keep himself balanced. Doing his best, he walked over to a window. Looking out the window, he finally saw what was happening. A large ship began to uncloak itself, several hooks were launched into theirs', they were being boarded. Alarms sounded throughout the ship. Plumbers were running up and down the hallways. Leon dropped his drink, then followed a group of Plumbers. There only hope was to find the entrance point and stop the invaders. The ship shook more, were they on the ship already? Looking out another window, Leon saw that a long bridge was extending out from the enemy ship. Several Plumbers were around the area where the boarding party was to come through. Leon aimed his rifle at the wall. Sniffing the air, he could smell the fear coming from his fellow agents. Most of them, himself included, have never dealt with this before. Several of them talked among one another about how they wished Ben Tennison was here. Hearing about his exploits as one who can turn the tide of a battle. But they weren't lucky enough to get him. He was back at Earth encase the invasion got there. Nothing happened for several minutes. Most of the Plumber agents seemed to relax, maybe it was a fluke? Was this just a scare tactic to stop them from arriving on the planet? Leon thought for a moment about what this could mean. Then something in his gut told him this was a distraction. Have all the guards in one area so that they can enter from somewhere else. Breaking off from the group, Leon silently walked down the hall. If this was a trap, then he was an idiot for going alone, but if this wasn't every man would be needed for when they do arrive. So far nothing was out of the ordinary. In the distance, Leon could see a Plumber leaning up against a wall. He must have passed out due to all the excitement. Walking over to him, Leon placed his hand on the Plumber's shoulder. No reaction. Sniffing the air, Leon could smell blood. Grabbing the Plumber by the arm, he swung him around. In the Plumber's stomach was a dagger. Jumping back, Leon readied his weapon. The enemy was already on the ship. Pressing a button near his heart, Leon opened up a communication line. "Agent Rourke to Harvest." After a moment of silence, he finally got an answer. "Harvest here, Agent Rourke why are you not with the others?" "I had a gut feeling that something wasn't right, and I was right sir.  I've found a dead Plumber here.  The enemy is already on the ship.  I don't know how many, but it's one too many." "Understood, I'll have a few agents search the ship.  You a Loboan?" "Yes, sir, I am." "Then use those senses of yours' to find this thing.  He has to have something you can pick up on." "I'll see what I can find, Rourke out." With the call ended, Leon grabbed the knife in the dead Plumber's stomach. Pulling it out, he sniffed it a few times. The only scent he could pick up was the body. Dropping the dagger, Leon moved down the hall. If it wasn't it's scent he could find, he'll just use his other senses. The hallways were mostly silent. Off in the distance he could hear the sound of low whispers. These were more than likely the Plumbers Harvest was talking about. Off in the distance something moved. Switching his robot eye to Infrared, Leon slowly scanned the hall. Maybe there was some form of distortion he could see? Picking nothing up on the infrared, Leon switched back to his normal vision. From behind he heard something drop down. Turning around he came face to face with the intruder. Standing slightly taller than a normal human, the alien wore a solid black armor with a red visor. Aiming his Proto-Tool at it, Leon prepared to fight. The intruder seemed to predict this and forced the weapon out of Leon's hand. Tossing the Proto-Tool away, the intruder made a dagger appear in its' hand. Leon had to pick his moves carefully. One wrong step and he could blow a hole in the ship. Using his claws, Leon slashed the intruder across the chest. The Intruder staggered back, but only for a moment. The wound healed itself a few seconds after being received. The Intruder threw the dagger it had in its' hand at Leon. Leon ducked out of the way, but the blade scratched the side of his neck. Grabbing at the wound, Leon did his best to ignore the pain. The intruder ran over to Leon, sending a swift kick to his stomach. Leon dropped to his knees, trying his best to get his breath back. The intruder made another dagger appear in its hand. Looking over to his Proto-Tool, Leon had to get over to it. Going with his gut instinct, he tackled the intruder, then rolled off of him. Feeling his hand brush up against the Proto-Tool, he snatched it up. Switching it over to the sword function, Leon felt a bit safer with it. The Intruder cocked its head to the side. Looking down at its hand, it formed an exact copy of his Proto-Tool. Running forward, Leon slashed downwards at the Intruder. The Proto-Tool's blade hissed as it cuts through the arm of the intruder. The intruder jumped behind Leon and forced its' blade into Leon's back. Gasping in pain, Leon switched the Proto-Tool to blaster mode. Turning around, Leon fired several rounds into the stomach of the intruder. Black liquid splattered across the hallway with every shot. By the time Leon was finished, there was a large hole in the stomach of the intruder. Both combatants fell backwards. Leon did his best to press the button over his heart. "Leon to Harvest, intruder is dead.  In need of medical assistance." "This is Harvest, I'm sending a medic to your location.  How bad are the injuries?" "Let's see, possibly a broke rib and I was stabbed.  That should give you a bit of an example." "Roger that, Medics are nearing your location." The Medics did come. Leon was carried over to the infirmary as fast as they could get him. The last thing he saw were the lights of the infirmary then nothing. When Leon woke up, his body felt weak. His armor was up on a wall, as was his Proto-Tool. Looking down, he saw he was wearing a white skin tight suit. Weakly, he got out of bed. His knees buckled underneath him. How long was he out? Looking around, he saw that he was the only one in the room. Taking off the suit, he grabbed his armor and put that one. Feeling a bit better, he grabbed his Proto-Tool next. Leon pressed the button over his heart. "Leon to Harvest, ready for duty, sir." But there was no answer. Switching his Proto-Tool to it's blaster mode, he stepped out of the infirmary. The ship was silent. Blaster marks covered the walls, as did the black substance that the intruder was made of. Sniffing the air, he could pick up no scents. Cautiously, he walked down the hallway. Looking out one of the windows, he saw that they were on Ansur Transyl. Pressing the button on his suit again, he hoped to get a response this time. "This is Plumber Agent Leon Rourke, is there anyone out there?" After a few minutes of silence, there was finally a response. "This is Agent Tetra, I'm not far from your location.  We are under attack by the invaders." Finally, it was good to know that he wasn't the only Plumber left here. Looking at the mini map on his wrist, Leon saw that she was right. She said she was under attack, this was a transport ship, that means there must be vehicles here. Pressing a button on his mini map, Leon found where the vehicles were being stored. Running over to the vehicle bay, Leon saw most of the vehicles were gone, except one tank. A grin came across his face as he walked to the tank. Getting in, he started the machine up. The doors were already blasted open by something. Pushing down on the peddle, the tank shot out of the bay. Leon looked down at the map installed in the machine. Up ahead were five Plumber signals. Doing his best, Leon maneuvered through the destroyed city. All around the sound of fighting overpowered every other noise. There were more Plumbers here, they were just scattered. The Plumber signals were getting closer. Looking ahead, Leon saw a building that was surrounded by a group of black skeleton like creatures. These weren't as tall as the one he fought, and it seemed their movements were more rigid than the fluidity of the one he fought. But that just meant they were easier targets. Grabbing the stick that controlled the cannon, Leon aimed it at the group of attackers. Pulling the trigger, he watched as the crowd was scattered by the powerful cannon fire. Up above, Leon saw some Plumbers raining down fire from the roof of the building. Using his cannon to keep the enemy scattered and confused, he tried to make it easier for the Plumbers to kill them. After several minutes of none stop firing, everything seemed to stop. The last of the attackers were dead. Grabbing his Proto-Tool, he set it to blaster mode, then got out of the tank. Pressing the button over his heart, he felt safe knowing that there were others out here. "This is Leon Rourke, I hope I was able to be of some assistance back there." "This is Tetra, I'll be down there in a minute." Good on her word, the female Plumber agent walked out of the building entrance. She was a large Petrosapien. Leon extended his hand out to her, which she took without hesitation. "Good to finally see a friendly face." Said Tetra "What happened here?  I woke up on my ship with no one around." Tetra looked down, "I was on the ship you were on.  We landed here a three days ago.  You were kept asleep while your wounds healed.  At first it didn't seem like we could lose.  We came and started killing off every invader we saw.  But then more came along with this other thing.  A large spider like machine.  After that it was a slaughter on our end." "What about Harvest, is he still alive?" "Yes, he's on the other side of the city with a slightly bigger group of Plumbers.  At this point, meeting up would be risky.  The positions we have are the only truly safe places left for anyone." Looking back at his tank, Leon grinned. "Well, now we have a transport.  We can use this area here for a main base." The city was worse than he thought, several of the buildings were brought down and blocked a few of the streets. Maneuvering the tank across the destroyed roads was not an easy task, especially when vehicular combat and driving wasn't one of Leon's strong points. Leon carefully watched for any sign of Harvest or his men. Finally, he came across what looked like a makeshift base. The building had several pieces of furniture outside in what looked like some kind of defensive perimeter. Getting out of the tank, Leon kept his weapon at the ready. The door to the building had been blown off. Stepping into the dark building, Leon's senses were bombarded with a flurry of new smells. Kneeling down, Leon could hear something below him. Hushed whispers, too muffled to make out. So far his enemies haven't said a word, this might mean he found the Plumbers. Surveying the room, the door at the other end was ajar. Sniffing the air, the collection of smells were coming from there. As silently as possible, Leon moved closer to the door. Grabbing the doorknob, he slowly opened the door. Putting his Proto-Tool through the door first, he slowly went down a dimly lit staircase. Each step he took let loose a loud creak. He silently cursed at the makers of these stairs. Arriving on the bottom floor, he slowly turned a corner. Off in the distance he could make out some movement. Moving his hand about in the darkness, Leon searched for a wall. Finally finding the cold stone wall, he moved his hand across it. His claws dragged across something metal. Moving his hand some more, he could make out the shape of a switch of some kind. Finding the handle, he threw the switch down. There was a spark and then the lights in the room came to life. Before he could find out who the occupants in the room were, Leon felt a sudden pain in the back of his head, and his face was firmly planted in the cold hard ground. "Oh shit, guys we knocked out a fellow Plumber.  Get Harvest over here now!" A voice cried out from behind him. The sound of footsteps filled the room. "Harrelson, you did not just knock out one of the few remaining Plumbers on this planet, did you?" That harsh tone, the commanding presence, it was Harvest. "Well, sir, in my defense, he did come out of nowhere." "True, but Plumbers should have a better eye than that.  Hey, I know this one.  Get him up and over to one of the beds.  And Harrelson, clean that blood off of the butt of your rifle." "Sir, yes, sir!" Leon felt his body being lifted by two other people. He was being dragged across the ground. His body was pushed onto a mattress. No matter how he tried, he could not seem to see anything but darkness. For a few minutes it was like that. He would hear various people talking among themselves, then silence. He was going in and out of consciousness. For a moment, everything was a blinding white, then everything came back into focus. Looking around, Leon saw that there were not only Plumbers here but civilians. Harvest was over in a corner messing with some kind of tech. Leon slowly got out of his bed. His head was spinning from the bump he had taken. Rubbing his head, Leon found there were bandages wrapped around it. "Agent Rourke, reporting for duty, sir." His voice sounded weak and tired. After this he needed some rest. Harvest looked at Leon, with a rare look of concern on his usually stone face. "Whoa there boy, just sit still and everything will be fine.  You took a pretty good whack to the head." "Thank you for the concern, sir, but I believe there are more important things going on.  I came to get you and the other Plumbers out of here.  Some other Plumbers are building a base not far from here.  I can take you there in the tank." "That's good, but first we need to get these civilians out of here.  Remember, Plumbers are here to keep the peace." Leon looked around, there were several civilians in the room. Most of them looked like him. He was told that his birth home was Ansur Transyl. But where he always called home was Earth. The planet he was born and raised. "Sir, it might be a tight fit, but I can possibly squeeze all of these civilians in the tank.  We just need to do something about the weapons." "What do you think we do, get some cloth and rope and tie the weapons on top of the tank?" "Actually, sir, that might not be a bad idea.  It would give us some room to squeeze everyone in." Harvest gave Leon an odd look, then returned to his machine. "If I can get out of the basement, I might be able to call in some evacuation ships plus support.  If that doesn't work, then we are stuck here for a few weeks till more come.  God knows we don't have the manpower for that." "I met a Plumber called Tetra, she's a Petrosapien, her natural powers can give us a good bit of defense if things get rough.  Plus, it seems they are mainly stationed on a roof.  That should give you enough elevation to get an evac ship here." Harvest looked over to Leon, "well Agent Rourke, you've made yourself a deal.  In ten minutes we're leaving this place.  Hopefully the other Plumber groups can join us.  They have civilians there as well." True to his words, Harvest had everything packed and ready in ten minutes. Some Plumbers were strapping the weapons to the tank, while others helped the civilians into the tank. Leon looked down the empty streets. He could only imagine what it must have been like before all of this. Happy people going about their days without a care in the world. Then out of nowhere this unknown species just decides to attack. All that harmony and everything disrupted in a few seconds. It was such a sad thought. And the fact that they have not stopped this threat since it arrived was worse. Plumbers were suppose to be the police of the universe, this was one of their greatest defeats. Even with their upgraded technology and weapons, they still found themselves on the losing side of this conflict. Hopefully, one day, they can turn the tide of this battle. "Agent Rourke, stop day dreaming and get in the driver seat!" Harvest's commanding voice snapped Rourke out of his trance. Going over to the tank, he hopped in and started it up. Checking the radar, he found nothing out of the ordinary. Pushing down on the peddle, the tank took off back in the direction of the other Plumbers. The ride went smoothly for a little while. From the back, Leon could hear people talking about rescues and getting the injured to medics. Suddenly a chirping sound came from the radar. Looking down, he saw that there were several blips coming his way. Looking ahead, Leon saw what was happening. Several of the enemy soldiers have formed a barricade across the street. Grabbing the tank's weapon control, Leon fired a round down the center of the wall. Soldiers went flying in all directions. Leon pressed down on the gas some more and felt the tank speed up. Several of the black soldiers hurried back into place. There was no other option, Leon rammed the tank through the barricade of soldiers. From below, he could hear tearing and ripping. Looking down, Rourke could see that something was forcing its way through the bottom of the tank. They were only a few minutes away from the other Plumbers. If they could last a little longer than this wouldn't be a problem. But the ripping began to happen all over the tank. The tank was being torn apart. Looking down at the map, they were close enough to the Plumbers' signals to walk. Stopping the tank, Leon grabbed his Proto-Tool then jumped out. Aiming it at the tank, he saw that it was covered by the black soldiers. Pulling the trigger of his Proto-Tool, Leon picked one soldier off at a time. From the back, he could see transport part of the tank opening up. Turning his attention to that area, Leon fired at every creature that got close to it. Luckily for him, the rigid and stiff movements of the soldiers made them easy targets. After the brief fire fight, the Plumbers and civilians got out of the tank. Two Plumbers quickly grabbed the sack of weapons from the top of the tank. Handing one rifle to each plumber, all the while Harvest looked over the damage to the tank. "Well, we aren't going to be able to drive that well in this thing.  How far are we from the others?" Leon looked down at his mini map, "only a few minutes walk, sir.  Without any incidents we should be able to get there soon." "That's the news I like to hear.  Alright men, we are moving out.  Civilians, stay alert, this is a team effort now.  Once we are safe, then we can all rest." The group marched through the city. Leon took the front along with Harvest. Leon looked over to Harvest and saw that he did not have a weapon him. Just the communications device in his normal hand. "Sir, do you need a weapon?" Harvest shook his head, "no, this robotic arm of mine is programmed with one in it." "Sir, if you don't mind, how did you get that arm?" A grin came across Harvest's face. The grin almost made it look like his skin was going to crack at any moment. "Well Agent Rourke, there's an old story.  I was young and was part of a group that was tasked with taking down a slave trade.  We attacked, but didn't know that they had some kind of robot on their side.  The robot shot my arm off, so I took his in return.  I was just being fair." So that's how he got that arm. "You know, sir, there are also rumors that you launched an Agent through the airlock of a ship for disobeying you." "Is that what it is now?  Not a year ago, it was that I launched him into the sun from an escape pod.  Let me tell you the real story.  I was investigating a disease that turned people mad.  One of my crewman got infected.  To save everyone from the infection, I shoved him into an escape pod and launched it to the sun.  Wasn't my proudest moment, every night I feel the guilt of doing that weighing down on me.  But I did what I had to do when it came to protecting the people on the ship and the rest of the galaxy." "Sir, is it hard being in charge of a group of men?" Harvest looked at him. "Rourke, it's not hard.  You can earn their trust by being a good leader and putting them before yourself.  What is hard though are the choices.  Do you pick your men over the mission or the mission over your men?  Do the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few?  Being in charge of the men is the easy part.  Giving the hard orders and living with those choices is what's hard." This was when Leon saw the most human in Harvest. His eyes showed the sorrow he was put through. Years of commanding men and putting lives on the line for a mission that might not succeed. Having to see the men who have become close to, die before your eyes and sometimes because of you. "Up ahead, I can see the other Plumbers waiting on us.  Soon we can get off of this world and head home.  Shame for the people who this was home for.  But I promise to give it back to them sooner or later." Harvest marched forward to meet with Tetra and set things up. Only one other Plumber group decided to join them at this base. For a long time everything was silent. The sound of blaster fire seemed to die off as soon as the Plumbers called this world lost. The civilians were placed on the roof with everyone else. What little food they had were given to the civilians. Leon sat off the side of the building. Looking out over the large city. Off in the distance he could see the ship he landed on. Looking up at the stars, Leon wondered if the ships that were coming for them were going to have as much of a problem as they did? Hopefully not, that is probably why there were so few Plumbers here now. Harvest stood up from his communication device. "Alright men listen up.  We are getting out of here by tonight.  There's news that the war is spreading faster than we thought.  But there's also news that there might be a way to stop this once and for all.  We just have to get back to Earth for that information." The man came alive with the sound of ending this war. Leon grinned at the thought of all of this stopping. Everyone going back to their planets and living a good and happy life. As night rolled around there was no sign of an attacking force. Leon was part of the night watch. He and five other Plumbers watched from the roof for any sign of movement. Thankfully, it seemed like things were finally going well for them. But he shouldn't count himself lucky yet. They are still in enemy territory and are possibly surrounded by these black soldiers. Leon thought about how they looked. They were thin and skeleton like. Their movements were very rigid, much like some kind of old toy. But their aim was spot on, as was their loyalty to their cause. They did not run from battle, they literally stood their ground and died where they stood. What would drive a being to that length? Insanity? Death? Or were they alive at all? Were these things just robots programmed to attack and that was it? Leon turned around and saw one of the human guards has fallen asleep. Shaking his head, Leon returned to his watch. He should wake him up, but with a calm night like this, and the fact it didn't seem like they were going to be attacked, the man deserved some sleep. As Leon himself slowly drifted off to sleep, the sound of tapping filled the empty air. Looking over the edge, Leon sprung up at what he saw. The black soldiers were climbing up the walls to get them. Grabbing his Proto-Tool, he aimed at the oncoming group and fired. Without tightly they were packed together no shot missed. But for every one that fell another took its place. On the ground, a figure walked among them. Dressed in a black cloak and carrying a red blade. The creatures moved around the black figure. Aiming his rifle at the figure, Leon fired a single shot. The energy bolt grew closer to the being with each passing second. Using its' sword, the being deflected the energy blast, then looked at Leon. He froze when he gazed into its' glowing red eye. Hearing the weapon fire, Harvest shot up. Looking at the oncoming group of creatures, he changed his robotic arm into a rifle. More Plumbers woke up to the sound of fighting. Leon snapped himself out of his trance then switched his Proto-Tool to it's sword mode. Every time one of those creatures go up onto the building, Leon cut it in half. The other Plumbers grabbed their blasters and started helping with fending off the creatures. Harvest found himself having to use an old metal pipe as well as his robotic arm to fight back against the ever growing number of attackers. This is possibly why they had not heard anything. They were grouping up for one final assault. Harvest shot the head off of one of the creatures only to come face to face with the figure dressed in black. "So, they decided to send a specialist after us?" Harvest charged at the figure, swinging the pipe he had at it. The figure easily dodged the makeshift weapon and stood behind Harvest. Swinging the pipe backwards, Harvest grinned when the figure caught the pipe. Using that as a distraction, he fired a few rounds from his robot arm into the stomach of the figure. The figure staggered back, underneath that black cloak was armor. A metal covered hand touched where it was shot. Taking this chance, Harvest continued to swing his pipe at the figure. The first swing found a home, hitting the figure on the side of the head. From the dark inside of the black cloak, long white hair came out. The figure looked up, then charged at Harvest. The figure grabbed the handle of its sword, then swung. Harvest barely missed the blade. Letting out a whistle, Harvest threw the pipe at the figure. The figure dodged left, then found itself with another blaster round this time in the chest. The figure fell backwards. Leon looked over to Harvest and saw that he was fighting the hooded figure. "Sir, this might be of use to you!" Leon tossed his Proto-Tool over to Harvest. Harvest caught the Tool and looked it over. He didn't need to be a scientist to know not to mess with it. It was in sword mode and in sword mode, it would stay. The hooded figure finally got up again. Harvest dropped the pipe and readied himself with the Proto-Tool. "What do you think of my new toy?" The figure grabbed its' sword. Swinging the blade around, it seemed the two of them were sizing one another up before making a move. Deciding to start this dance, Harvest charged forward, swinging the Proto-Tool like a madman. The figure effortlessly dodged every swing. Using it's red bladed sword, it deflected the Proto-Tool's blade, then used the handle of its' sword to hit Harvest in the stomach. Seeing this as some form of karma payback, Harvest swung the blade down, cutting the figure in the left shoulder. Sparks came from the shoulder of the figure. Staying on it's left, Harvest continued his assault. Every time the figure dodged or blocked with it's left arm, sparks flew from the wound he gave it. Grinning, Harvest charged forward, this time he would end this dance. Raising the Proto-Tool high into the air, he readied a clean cut that would remove the figure's head. Just when he was about to lower the weapon, a sudden pain struck his stomach. Looking down, he saw that there were four long red claws pushing into his stomach. The figure twisted the claws, then pulled them out. Harvest dropped to his knees, unable to find the strength to fight anymore. Looking over to Harvest, Leon was shocked to see him bleeding out and dying. Running over to the Proto-Tool, Leon grabbed it and continued Harvest's assault on the figure. Swinging with a mad fury, the figure found it hard to keep up with the Loboan's anger. He growled and snarled with every swipe. Finding the area clear, Leon used his ultrasonic howl to blast the figure over the edge of the building. Still in a rage, he started hacking away at any enemy he could find. When the battle was over, Leon found himself panting harder than he ever had. The rescue ships finally came, to the joy of many. Harvest was quickly carried to the infirmary for immediate medical attention. Leon found himself happy that he was returning home, but he wanted to end this war. He wanted to carry on Harvest's promise. He promised to give these people back their homes, so would he. He would not rest until this enemy was put away for good.

Major Events

 * Leon meets the Empire for the first time.

Characters

 * eon RourkeL1
 * Harvest
 * Tetra

Villains

 * Pawns
 * The Figure

Aliens Used

 * Loboan
 * Unknown species
 * Petrosapien