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[Milky Way Galaxy; Neutral Zone, Planet; K-209-32, (Under Draconian siege) Year 3,588 A.D, June 30thth, 2:46PM]

"Blood and honour brothers and sisters!" Garok yelled at the top of his lungs as the advancing reptile dominated army approached his own huge phalanxes of warriors

High Shaman Garok raised his armoured hands in the air showing the powerful claw like weapons that were attached to his wrists. The grey furred badger like humanoid stood in front of his drafted army in a final, desperate last stand against the invading cold blooded monsters that had been fanatically trying to suppress their independence.

"Today we will preserve the land from these vile creatures! On the blood of our fathers and their fathers we will send this ill begotten cold blooded menace back to the hell they crawled out of!" Garok yelled again as he watched some of the younger warriors gulp in fear at the sight of the Draconian Kingdom's massive army

Garok turned around too see the invading force in the distance, massive winged dragons darkened the skies all of them varying in size from some being only a few meters in length while others were so large that they blocked the sun's life giving light with their huge bodies. On the ground was equally terrifying for any of Garok's young tribesman and his experienced warriors as the thundering march of hundreds if not thousands of Draconian foot soldiers and their arcane constructs advanced across the huge green plains the High Shaman's people used to hunt in. Massive banners depicting each of the family clans were also bountiful in the invading force both on ground and in the air with their armour also showing the clans they had come from.

"To me my brethren! Charge!" High Shaman Garok yelled as he watched the reptilian army started to pick up speed in the final stretch of land. Garok's people followed his lead as the huge formations of the quickly put together army ran towards the much more elite and organized Draconian legions.

The sky quickly darkened over the badger like natives as the large formations of armor-wearing dragons all took huge nose dives towards them, their claws and jaws opened wide. Garok continued to lead his warriors across the soon to be bloodied plains as his tribesmen let out valiant war cries while dressed in their finest hunting gear that showed each of their killing prowesses with their many skull trophies and teeth necklaces of animals they had defeated and worn.

The open ground between the two armies became narrower as the earth itself trembled as the massive forces thundered towards each other that scared off any wildlife leaving the once bountiful hunting plain to Garok's people to be consumed in a bloody war. The High shaman led out one last war cry before the two unstoppable forces collided.

Shields splintered, swords broke, and bodies heaved aside like dead meat. A huge deadlock was formed as both armies tried to force their opponent back a few precious feet allowing for their warriors to breach their foe's formations. The massive humanoid badger like creatures that was Garok's race tossed the fledging lizard folk guardsmen around with ease due to their superior size but the shear numbers of the reptile numbers allowed the Draconian army to replace their losses extremely quickly.

Garok thrust his claw weapon straight into the throat of a draconian guardsmen, the lizard warrior coughed up his warm blood by the gallons before the massive grey furred beast separated the guardsmen's head from its shoulders with his free claw. With one swing after another the High shaman went into a blood craze has his elemental blessed weapons cut through the plate armour that the lizard creatures wore regularly like a hot knife through butter, nor bone nor sinew slowed down his furious blows as he himself carved a path of bloody victory through the ranks of the Draconian army, his own warriors doing their best to keep up.

In a matter of moments the air superiority of the Draconian Kingdom made itself known as the dragon horde descended upon their prey. Huge green scale winged reptiles crushed any of the badger humanoids they landed on, grabbing handfuls of the smaller furrier creatures before devouring them whole. Soon the flanks of Garok's army became surrounded with the massive reptiles that were far more powerful then what mere huntsmen could handle; they trained to hunt food not for battle.

Garok turned around; his bare fur chest was drenched in the blood of his countless slain foes. The High shaman watched one of the dragon creatures walk up to him on his hands and feet with its long tongue licking its jaws in anticipation of its next meal. In complete surprise to the large green scale beast, Garok leaped from his spot with his arms open and his weapons readied as his powerful enchantments surrounding his fist weapons crackled with unshackled energy. The dragon reeled backwards out of fear as Garok plunged both of his well forged claw weapons into his throat that easily sailed through the reptile's protective armour in one motion.

Garok forced the massive beast down with his weight on the dragon's neck, his enchanted weapons still deep inside mortal wound. The dragon flopped around on the ground that threw many of its smaller kin into the air as his body convulsed before the beast gave its last breath allowing for the High Shaman to kick the dragon's neck off of his glowing claws. He looked around as he panted short of breath; his tribesmen were no match for the Draconians, huge arcane constructed golems squashed his warriors into bloody smears on the ground, dragons lifted some of his finest hunters into the air before devouring them whole and although the rank and file lizard folk warriors were weak they quickly overwhelmed each of his huntsmen in swarms.

Garok slashed out the throat of a guardsman that was brave enough to go against him but the dying lizard let out a smile as he watched its brothers leap onto the back of the High shaman and began thrusting their steel weapons into his naked backside. Garok let no hint of weakness show on his face as he lifted the armoured lizard warriors off his body with his hands and threw them into their allies. He started to feel his weapons become increasingly heavy, every time he lifted them to strike down another guardsman that was only rewarded with ten more taking its place he felt it more painfully to go on as his body ached and bled. His face became blurred with his own warm blood that stung his eyes that mixed with his tears as he watched more and more of his tribesmen that he swore to protect were being slaughtered before his eyes, soon one of the arcane constructed golems noticed the distraction in Garok's movements and took the moment of opportunity to backhand the massive grey furred creature across his backside with its powerful metal arm.

High Shaman Garok fell to the ground as the entire world spun around him. He joined the rest of his warriors that were all either dead or being executed on the spot as they crawled along the ground in their own blood. In great pain to the High Shaman something grabbed Garok by the shoulder and flipped him onto his backside where he saw several guardsmen standing around his body and instead of finishing off the High Shaman he was carried off by one of the largest dragons he had witnessed.

[Milky Way Galaxy; Neutral Zone, Planet; K-209-32, (Under Draconian Control), Caer Kalthresh, Royal Quarters, Year 3,588 A.D, July 6th, 4:46PM]

Garok awoke to find himself imprisoned on the most comfortable bed he had ever been on. He clenched his sharp teeth as turning his head pained him immensely, the High Shaman saw two of the magically constructed war golems that stood stoic at the only entrance to the bedroom, if he had not seen what the massive metal creatures could do he would have assumed they were statues on how still they stood. The first thing he noticed besides the huge pains was that none of his weapons were in sight and all of his wounds had been healed.

Out of the corner of the grey furred creature's eye a large and imposing Draconian emerged from the shadows it was standing in previously. "You are quite the hard to kill creature, High Shaman, my soldiers were spreading rumours that you could never be defeated in battle. But as I said to you before this little war you fruitlessly decided to wage, all will bow before the Queen Matriarch."

Garok painfully turned his head completely to the side to see the commander of the missionary force that had been quickly forcing his people into his terrible slave camps. The massive reptile was a half breed of the common bipedal upright lizard folk and a majestic dragon. The heavily armoured draconian knight walked forward, his large helmet under his muscular right arm.

"Commander Dark Scale...what is the meaning of this, why am I here?!" Garok demanded as he bared his sharp teeth.

The half breed draconian let out a small chortle while he handed his helmet to one of the static golems that stretched out its open palm to hold its master's armour. The large reptilian knight moved to the edge of the lavish bed he kept his prisoner on. The commander's heavy dark armour plates clanked together when he finally stood by his furry nemesis who returned the look the commander was giving him with his own stare of hate.

"I could have had my soldiers eliminated you from existence right then and there, but then I wouldn't get the pleasure to tell you in person that you have lost." Dark Scale smiled smugly

"You should have met me on the battlefield like a true warrior! You are nothing but a coward hiding behind his army!" Garok retaliated as he tried to sit up but quickly winced when his body wouldn't allow for such sudden movements.

"Oh come now, I worked through the ranks of the Royal Army from a mere guardsman to a knight-commander. I did my share of killing and now that I have my own army at my finger tips I can let my enemies fall before me without me doing a single act of work." The half breed said full of himself

"You are nothing without your forces and one day when you have no one left, that is when I will strike and rip your head from your cold body." Garok threatened

The draconian commander laughed with his black gauntlet covering the green scales near his maw. "You barley scratched the outer surfaces of my numbers Garok! In fact your little rebellion will only cause me to impregnate every female of my clan to replenish our numbers, not to mention I can send a request letter to my allied clans for a female exchange. So thank you Garok, thank you for the pleasurable days in my future."

Garok tried to sit up but he howled in pain from his incredibly sore body from trying to get up so fast, he fell back onto the bed as he clutched his sides while feeling his exposed pink skin on his chest where fur had been ripped off from the previous battle. Knight-Commander Dark Scale smelled the scent of death on the High Shaman from all of the blood he had shed even parts of his fur were still wet with gore.

"But although getting the satisfaction knowing that you will never defeat me is very...fulfilling. I need you alive because you are the only one who can get your people to accept the greatness that is the Queen Matriarch in a somewhat peaceful manner." Dark Scale admitted. Garok groaned as he gathered his strength to sit upright on the bed and although he wanted to rip out the large reptile's spine and mount it as a trophy his body wouldn't allow it and his better judgement knew if he would strike out against Dark Scale his golems would be quick to interfere. "The Queen Matriarch has recognized your people's potential Garok, the powerful elements you worship for your strength pales in comparison to what we can offer. Have your people lay down their pathetic attempts of rebellion and join our Queen or you can have your people wither and die and be completely forgotten in history."

Garok answered the tall winged commander with a large spray of spit into the yellow slits that were his eyes. The reptilian knight wiped his armoured gauntlet over his exposed face before backhanding Garok across his blood stained head as hard as he could for the blatant disrespect for his great Queen causing the battle worn shaman to be pushed back down in great pain.

"It's a shame you have to act so childishly about this Garok but I guess this is what I get for trying to show kindness to a bunch of fur covered savages and as seeing you have no clue on what you just answered with I will let you sleep on your decision and you can make the right choice, give up your pagan rituals and culture and embrace the Draconian Kingdom." Dark Scale ordered as he started to leave the room, "Now if you excuse me Garok I have too see about replenishing our losses, I'll be back in the morning."

The knight-commander opened the wooden door so he could exit the incredibly warm and extravagant guest room and without pause one of the arcane golems moved in front of the exit when the half bred commander closed the door behind him. Garok closed his eyes as he jingled the tooth necklace around his neck before he started to sniffle as tears started to run down his battle worn face that mixed with the blood on his fur that had yet to dry.

"I failed my people...I failed you..." Garok mourned as he continually tugged at his trophy necklace, "I promised I wouldn't let this earth be taken from our people but these draconians are far too numerous...I failed you my love..." Garok whimpered. The arcane golems remained stationary and without emotion as they watched the near naked High Shaman sit hunched over the silk covering bed sheets muttering to himself in sorrow. "I swore... I swore an oath to protect this land and our way of life but I always knew I could never replace you as High Shaman...I loved you Arsaea."

Garok's self pity was cut short when he heard a powerful roar coming from several rooms near his comfortable prison. The High Shaman lifted his head up from his arms as he heard the roars were not out of pain, although some of them were, but out of pleasure as he heard a plethora of pitches coming from the different ages of both lizard folk and dragon, all of them female. He knew this was Dark Scale's way of getting too him by making his multiple partners moan in ecstasy that echoed through out the halls and shook the entire room every time Dark Scale forced one of his many mates into a wall of piece of furniture.

Soon the High Shaman's sadness evolved into hate as he pounded the soft bed with his fists that too had large patches of fur missing that showed his toughed pinkish skin underneath. With his last act of anger Garok tired his already weak body out and collapsed on the bed with the constant banging and moaning of Dark Scale's partners keeping him awake for most of the night.

[Milky Way Galaxy; Neutral Zone, Planet; K-209-32, (Under Draconian Control), Caer Kalthresh, Royal Quarters, Year 3,588 A.D, July 7th, 9:46AM]

Garok awoke in a groggily haze as he slowly opened his eyes to find the heavily armoured knight-commander standing with his arms crossed at the edge of his bed along with his golem sentries.

"Rise and shine High Shaman." Dark Scale said with a smile, "Today I finally get a medal of commendation from the Queen Matriarch in the subjection of you barbarians and I need you to look decent during the ceremony when you finally address that your people will be joining her Kingdom." Garok rubbed his forehead and slowly sat up on the edge of the bed before he spat out a mixture of blood, saliva and a tooth onto the ground, "I can see you didn't sleep well, I for one had a fantastic night."

Garok looked up at the half dragon half lizard folk knight and growled, "I've heard."

Dark Scale let out a small chortle before he waved for his powerful body guards to return to their posts at the entrance of the room." Now have you come to your senses?"

"The Canerras people will never bow before anyone as evil as you or your hell spawned queen." Garok answered sternly

Dark Scale shook his head as he held back his fury to strike down the naked High Shaman in one foul sweep with his blade that he kept on his waist, "Evil? I offer you disease ridden mongrels a chance in salvation and you constantly make the wrong choices. I would simply give this choice to your people but they seem to follow you almost fanatically so the only way for them to come peacefully is through you."

"You could have earned our respect by simply making more of an effort to settle our differences more diplomatically; we could have been trade partners and even have shared each others knowledge but you have soiled that chance completely with your aggression." Garok countered

Dark Scale stomped his right foot on the ground out of frustration, "You are always so stubborn! Do you want me to have my soldiers take away the already the bare amount of food I give them, or maybe I should have some of your people be made an example of to show that every minute that you refuse to join I'll start killing off your people, starting with the youngest."

"You wouldn't." Garok growled

Knight-commander Dark Scale turned around with his long black cape smacking Garok in the face as sharply made his way towards the exit, "Guards...have our guest be taken to the east camp, the ore harvest there has been behind schedule; too many of your tribesmen being worked to death...I thought you savages were known for their dumb strength?" Dark Scale laughed

Garok leaped towards the giant reptilian humanoid but the metal body guards moved quickly that betrayed their sluggish looks and intercepted the grey furred shaman and smacked him back down to the ground.

"Maybe some hard labour will make this dim witted creature come to his senses before I am due for my commendation." Dark Scale laughed as his two golem sentries dragged the knocked out Canerra to his destination.

[Milky Way Galaxy; Neutral Zone, Planet; K-209-32, (Under Draconian Control), Slave Camp Sharp Jaw, Year 3,588 A.D, July 7th, 10:16AM]

Garok was in chains. His feet bled heavily from walking on the sharp rocks that was littered across the slave camp that caused him already great pain upon his mental burden and fading strength. Large metal shackles were around his ankles and neck that bruised his bones from how tight they were wrapped. He and the train of slaves behind him all walked weakly across the camp ground with most of the prisoners he was chained with had not even reached full maturity as their normal fluffy bright white fur was now a dirty grey that already worsened their ugly appearance as they were almost walking skeletons for how malnourished they were.

"Hurry slaves!" one of the draconian overseers yelled as he whipped several children in the prisoner train with a crack of his whip

The middle slave collapsed to the ground in exhaustion as she physically could not go on anymore. The dirty and hungry slaves behind the collapsed girl urged for her to get up out of fear as the task master of the camp walked over in strides with hate in his eyes and his left hand reached for his rugged blade at his waist.

"What is the meaning of this!" the lizard folk task master ordered as he picked up the dying canerras girl in his scaly claw, his talons digging into her tiny neck.

"She just needs water!" A slave answered quickly that was the closet Garok's age than anyone else in the prisoner train.

"Be quiet slave!" The task master yelled as he shoved his armoured knee into the adult carnerras's chest that broke his rib cage easily The older badger like humanoid dropped to the ground as he was dead before he hit the ground, bleeding heavily internally as his eyes filled with blood that spilled onto the dusty rock filled ground. "Can I have a few minutes without one of you savages dying like a fly!?"

The task master turned his attention back to the young child that was in his claw to see she was dead as well from dehydration and in anger the plate wearing lizard folk task master threw the dead girl to the ground like the rotting meat she now was. Insects already had started to eat away at the corpses that were now a haven as the bright sun was only increasing the smell of death.

"Maybe if you stopped and fed us we wouldn't be dropping like this!" the youngest slave there yelled up at the battle scarred task master

The draconian drew his blade and raised it into the air allowing for the sun to brighten his steel weapon in the sky so he could bring it down upon the small boy but not before Garok grabbed hold of the task master around his waist and threw the heavily armoured alien into his allies as he roared in anger.

"You'll pay for that High Shaman..." the task master threatened as he got up and rubbed the blood away from his maw, "Dark Scale may need you alive but being beaten into bloody submission will just be as satisfying."

The task master and his body guards walked closer to the heavily breathing Garok as he also saw the perching dragons that watched over the prisoners like hawks now turned their attention to his little outbreak as well. Garok's fellow slaves huddled behind him and cowered out of fear as the draconian forces circled around them with weapons raised. As the task master finally decided on what he was going to do to the High Shaman he and his body guards disappeared in a cloud of stone and dirt as the ground beneath them exploded upwards.

The mighty blast sent Garok and the slaves down from the shockwave while the slave camp guards looked around quickly for their attackers. He watched one of the dragons take flight but in a matter of moments the same winged beast fell to the ground like a rock, a large circular wound was now on his forehead. Garok covered his small ears as he constantly heard explosions go off around him along with draconian guards being picked off left and right from the unseen attackers. The High Shaman looked up from his position to see almost two identical looking creatures running through the centre of the camp who both wore the same yellow and black uniform only with their body shape and war stripe markings too tell them apart.

One of the attackers walked up to Garok specifically as its partner covered the purple stripped alien with its own powerful weapon. The High Shaman looked down at the creature that came up to his waist who freed both him and the slaves he was chained to with its own short arms by pulling the chains apart with ease.

"Garok Earth blood?" the purple stripped creature spoke who had no emotion or tone in its speech

Garok let out a dry cough, "Yes, I am him." He answered to the fully armoured alien

The long tailed creature waved for its partner to walk over as the orange stripped armoured alien shoved the butt of its weapon into a guardsman's face that crushed his skull in a single blow.

"We need you to come with us." The orange stripped alien spoke who stood completely upright and shared the exact same filtered voice as the other creature answered in.

"Who are you?" Garok said with a hint of trust knowing that anyone who could do so much damage to the draconians was good in his book

"We can explain once we get there, but we need to move before draconian reinforcements arrive" the orange stripped alien spoke

Garok turned around to see the cowering children behind him, "Will they be coming with us?"

"Of course they will." The purple striped alien answered

[Milky Way Galaxy; Neutral Zone, United Nation Special Forces VALOR Military, Carrier-Destroyer Titan Class cruiser. Year 3,588 A.D, July 7th, 10:50AM]

Garok was forced to stand in the otherwise tiny room as the sitting arrangements was clearly made for the alien race that inhabited the space faring ship. Although the cramped space was annoying at best he owed the tiny aliens not too hear his complaints as they had fed and taken good care of both him and his people before asking him to meet their leader in the small room. The only creatures inside the meeting room was the two alien creatures that had helped him and a small number of his people escape the terribly slave camp and one black armoured creature that wore a leather hat over his metal helmet.

"Mr. Earth blood, it's a shame we had to get you this way under these circumstances but we acted as fast as we could when the draconians invaded your world." The high ranked human spoke

"I thank you for your hospitality creatures but my people need me at this critical time." Garok answered, "The cold blooded fiends have enslaved my kin and I must save them."

"Oh don't worry, we have the same goals in mind too Mr. Earth blood which is why I had you rescued. Our scout probes have recorded your strength and battle prowess and my government is planning to do everything in its power to help your people if you can help us first." The black armoured human spoke through his filtered voice modifier

"My people are dying. I do not have time to wait." Garok said as he grew angrier with each passing moment

"You and I both know that your people alone will not save themselves even with your help Mr. Earth blood but I will not allow for the draconians to get away with what they are doing in their war crimes. Help us and your people will be freed and allowed to peruse their own agenda." The human answered.

"And what is that you need me for?" Garok asked

"You have already met your future squad mates; Draco Flat Tail and Var'Setta Sharp Tail." The human answered as both of the armoured alien gave a firm salute, "I am putting an elite team together and we need you to become their third."

Garok nodded as the human stood up to shake his massive paw, "And what name do you go by?" he asked

The human shifted his hat, "Call me Charles, Charles Wareman."