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Part 9, Finale: Victory...and the prophecy fulfilled...Heralds of the future...

The rekindling of the light and the end of darkness...

Nathan/Simba have completed the Soul Fusion by flying straight into the planes convergence point aboard Star Hunter, the fighter is destroyed in the process in a symbolic separation of who Nathan was and who he is now...now he is Sim'barak'shar hrai Natorash'kar, Alpha of the Natorash'kar clan!

I open eyes that are now my own rather than looking through someone else's but I feel a pang of regret of ending Nathan's existence so soon though I have seen his exhaustion with life itself, tired of the pettiness of the human race, despite the positive changes of its culture.

I grasp Freedom's controls and open myself fully to the Force, immersing myself in its richness and diversity...and dodge a barrage of fire at the same time; well...back to work then...

Freedom responds crisply and swiftly to Simba's commands as it goes on the offensive, the High Intensity Maneuvering Assault Drive System (HIMADS) allowing for instant changes in maneuvering and positioning; the hip, shoulder and hand weapons easily blasting the enemy mobile suits and ships into brief balls of flame and debris; the Advanced Multi-Vector Assault Pod-IIs further adding their fire in support of the main weapons, swiftly repositioning around Freedom for optimum effectiveness.

Justice fights up close and personal against the enemy mobile suits, its massive array of beam blades easily make mincemeat of any ship or mobile suit that try and engage it closely, the Fury battle-pack separates from Justice's back, deploying its own set of beam blades, flying closely to Justice, matching it maneuver for maneuver, its deadly blades moving in a perfect synchronistic ballet of death.

Akatsuki swooped back and forth across the battlefield, escorting heavily damaged ships and fighters back to safety, ably supported by SDF-1's heavy firepower, its reflective coating ensuring that any and all energy blasts are reflected back to the source; the Defender-variant AMVAPs both shielding and blasting any enemy unit that try to attack the crippled ships being moved back to safety by the SDF-1's tractor beams along with several other ships as well as crippled fighters make emergency landings amongst the numerous open hanger bays of the SDF-1.

Star Warrior also joins the fray, albeit with Kel'star in cockpit instead of Simba, easily adopting to the simple yet efficient control setup of the advanced Robotech fighter, rumbling in approval on how far the Confederation has been in developing Robotechnology as he backflipped, helix-twisted, and dodged in his nephew's personal unit, equipped with the Lightning Storm battle pack; he switches constantly between the ranged and close quarter armaments, his aim guided by the Force, his shots and slashes destroying targets the Force deemed critical to winning the battle.

At this point, the battle has degraded into a free-for-all melee between both fleets but the Federation fleet's initial battle formation and tactics as well as the flanking and deep penetration-decapitation maneuvers of the Confederation battle group have shattered the Krastarian fleet's battle formation, the long range engagement now turning into a free-for-all melee.

Despite having slightly lighter shields, the entire allied fleet have openings they can exploit even in the middle of a melee, with both sides exchanging salvoes of energy and missile fire; Heavy phasers, Ultra Smasher-class batteries, tachyon and dual laser turrets unleash a firestorm of energy at enemy targets lance out from the Allied Fleet while Star HAWKs, Stinger VIII missiles and Micro, Quantum, Photon, Lance, Tomahawk and Tri-Cobalt Torpedoes leap out from their launchers and tubes, arching out to strike and kill their targets.

The Krastarians retaliate with their own weapons but discover that many of their ships were ill-equipped to engage in a gun battle with the Allied ships and so attempt to missile barrage them instead but few missiles could get in close enough as Interceptor and Hunter-Seeker AMMs and point defense phasers intercepted and destroy clouds of incoming ordnance with a few impacting ineffectually against the shields of their targets but this does not deter the Krastarians as their commanders order concentrated attacks on one ship at a time, swiftly causing casualties amongst the 15th.

The arrival of the more advanced Confederation task force, however, swings the battle significantly in favor of the Federation as newer and more powerful versions of the 15th's warships deliver significantly more firepower with longer ranged weapons while the totally unexpected arrival of two legendary Natorash'kar warships and their load of three equally legendary war-machines sends all calculations out the airlock as nothing in existence has the power to match their prowess in battle.

So in the end, nothing remains of the great Krastarian armada save for dozens of burning hulks, adrift in the stellar wind, intermingling with the remains of fallen 15th warships and their brave crews...

At the same time, Task Force Chrono-Rescue's ground forces, having rapidly deployed from their Jumpships and Valley Forge cruisers, reinforce and strengthen the faltering Rakshani line; the veteran infantry, tankers and Mechwarriors making hash of the poorly-trained and experienced Krastarian mobile suits, armor and infantry as well as being out-classed by the much more advanced machines, case in point when a quartet of Zaku Warriors engage a pair of 100-ton Seismic Mammoth tanks with their massive 210mm turbo railguns and Mammoth Tusk Mk.26 launchers near the spaceport.

All their 60mm autocannons could do was to plink ineffectively against the thick armored hide of the Mammoths; the turbo railguns, however, punch through them like a hot knife through cold butter.

All across the planet, the 244th, 45th, 8th, 245th, 120th Regiments and the 10th Division methodically search and annihilate any and all Krastarian units on the surface until nothing remains but burning debris and shattered husks...

Tasha, Whitestar and I watch in awe from the Lexington's main tactical screen in the CIC, buried deep within the hull, as the four small bright gold signals representing Freedom, Justice, Akatsuki, and Star Warrior, and the two large bright gold signal representing the SDF-1 and the Eternal Protector, blaze and lumber across the screen, sweeping the battlefield with their near-limitless might and power.

I notice several more advanced mobile suit models attempting to engage the quartet but Freedom and Justice make short work of them whilst Akatsuki and Star Warrior guard their flanks, I look at the elapsed time counter and am shocked to see that it had taken them only a mere 30 seconds to finish their opponents.

The battle rages on for another two hours but it was decided long before that, until finally silence rules the heavens; I call up our casualty tallies and noted what ship were lost, crippled, critically damaged, damaged, or intact...and I'm not pleased in any way: 36 ships lost, 24 crippled with 10 still on fire, 16 heavily damaged but still repairable, 14 moderately to lightly damaged and 79 intact, more than 50% overall casualties for the 15th's cap ship crews; 24 squadrons lost, 15 decimated, 12 at half-strength, and nine at three-quarters strength, roughly 37.5% losses for the fighter and bomber squadrons, thankfully losses have not increased thanks to Akatsuki and the SDF-1, having towed crippled ships back to safety of friendly lines.

But the losses have been only with the original 15th ships, Task Force Chrono-Rescue have taken no losses at all, I suspect it may have to do with their ships being 4th Generation models of what we currently have and being fresh of the shipyards may be another factor as well, to be honest, many of the original 'Task Force Chrono-Storm' ships were getting old and worn out despite repeated overhauls and refits, many of the ships were just too old to remain in active duty if it wasn't for their engineering crews who knew how coax an extra year or two out of the aging space frames but I have a suspicion that many of the old ships would rather have died in combat rather be broken up as salvage or as scrap.

Further refinement of the losses gives me a clear picture of what we lost:

Lost-in-action:

Washington

Terra's Shield (36 survivors)

Chicago

Iowa (80 survivors)

Warhound

Solar Storm (90 survivors)

War Scythe

Lion (14 survivors)

Archer (180 survivors)

Bulwark (150 survivors)

Voltaire

Salamander (30 survivors)

Stellar Keep

Asgard

Orion

Voyager (15 survivors)

Wyvern

Intrepid

Mactan (50 survivors)

Cumberland (32 survivors)

Hudson Bay

Twycross

Watcher

Neil Armstrong

Viking

6 Defiants

5 Assault Missile Corvettes

Crippled:

Longtail (on fire, 35% casualties)

Wolfhound (FTL systems destroyed, 48% casualties)

Knight (on fire, all systems nonfunctional except for auxiliary systems, TCS Independence moving to assist, 60% casualties)

Tiger's Claw II (on fire, propulsion and navigation offline, life support at 40% and failing, TCS Essex and FSS Florence Nightingale moving to assist, 63% casualties)

Chakas'tra (on fire, FTL systems destroyed, 60% casualties)

Protector (shields and weapons offline, 50% casualties)

Eagle (complete systems failure, 70% casualties, TCS Hercules assisting)

Skybolt (crippled, on fire, 80% casualties, TCS Goliath assisting)

Sabre (crippled, propulsion and sensor systems destroyed, 72% casualties, TCS Royal Oak assisting)

Reliant (crippled, on fire, life support failure eminent, 90% casualties, TCS Tiger's Fury and FSS John Hopkins enroute to assist)

Perry White (crippled, power and propulsion systems offline, auxiliary power at 40%, 76% casualties)

Nautilus (crippled, sensors and weapons offline, 59% casualties)

Apollo (crippled, on fire, propulsion, weapons and shields offline, 79% casualties)

Eight Excalibers crippled with two on fire

Three Daggers crippled with one on fire

Heavy:

Enterprise (heavy damage on flank and forward aspects; weapons and shields at 20%; propulsion, life support and sensors at 5%; 87% casualties, in tow by TCS Ulysses)

Andromeda Ascendant (heavy damage on all aspects; weapons and shields offline; propulsion at 10%; life support and sensors at 18%; 76% casualties, in tow by TCS Temeraire)

North Carolina (heavy damage on flank and forward aspects; weapons, shields and propulsion at 12%; life support and sensors at 20%; 88% casualties, in tow by TCS Dragon's Fury)

Four Excalibers with heavy damage but all with fully operational sublight propulsion.

Eight Daggers with heavy damage along their flank, ventral and dorsal aspects, most with disabled weapon systems, shields and/or propulsion, usually a mix of either system.

Moderate and Lightly:

Seven more Defiants reporting with moderate to light damage.

Seven more Assault Missile Corvettes reporting the same.

Oddly enough, the Strike-class frigates have not taken any casualties or damage, I suspect that their captains made canny use of their EMC batteries to disable their opponents and then kill them but I also saw just how many families will be mourning the loss of their loved ones, especially the children who have lost both parents and clans who have lost whole families, as I went over the intact ship list I see that the TCS Sentinel is in it as well as the FSS Sky Fire, I know that it's being somewhat selfish but I breathe a quiet thanks to the deities for keeping my family intact though I knew better.

But before I could even consider beginning writing a letter of condolences, Tasha takes the list from me and quietly said, "Those letters are for our mate to write, Serah...it's what he always does...and besides, he knew them best and their families know that too. He called it 'his last testament to a fallen brother.'"

I answer quietly, "Ok..."

I suddenly begin to cry, inexplicably and quietly, Tasha holds me close to hir as I release the accumulated pain and suffering I felt during the battle, shi leads me to our quarters where I cried the pain away and leaves me alone to give me time to recover but I soon found myself crying on broad white, gray stripped shoulders and enveloped in powerful yet gentle arms; I could also feel a strong Force aura surrounding me, I immerse myself in it's near limitless depths as it engulfs me in strong yet comforting swirls of love and compassion.

I look up to see the gentle blue-eyed visage of my mate and receive a loving lick on my nose, he rumbles softly, "Feeling better, love?"

I nod slowly while rubbing my head against his muscular chest, we just sit there on our bed, cuddling without talking, communicating through the Force and simple touches.

I hear Lex order over the PA, "All hands, stand down to Condition Blue; prepare to initiate assistance and recovery operations."

I could feel the ship maneuvering to position itself where it can be the most effective but I push that out of my mind as Natha...er...Simba holds me closer, responding in a way only a Force sensitive could...

But of course, a romantic cuddle has to be burst in some way...

Whoosh! We both jump in surprise as Commodore Taggart a.k.a. Paladin came charging into the bedroom, stops in front of us and makes a respectable growl of impatience, "Captain Serah, I was promised an immediate debriefing on what just happened back in the battle..."

Simba responds before I could, "Jeez, Paladin, slow down! Can't you see my mate's crying?"

Paladin jerks his head back in surprise, "Nathan?"

I could hear the smile on my mate's voice, "Yes, old man, it is me but I go by the name of Sim'barak'shar, or Simba for short, now..."

To my utter surprise and bewilderment, Paladin laughs in archetypical Scottish fashion, "Ha! There's that cheeky tone I've been looking for! Well, laddie, this new body certainly suits you better...I've always felt that your old human body was lacking something..."

"Thanks, old man..."

"On to business then..."

Simba raises his paw to stop Paladin from continuing, "Could we discuss business later, Paladin? I've got a monster pile of letters to write for my fallen crews."

Paladin nods in agreement, "Aye, lad. After what all of you have been through, it's the least you could do...," he turns to leave and then stops to look back at us, "by the way, lad, I can't shake the feeling that your love life has more than one tie so please humor an old friend's curiosity..."

I feel my love laugh strongly and deeply, "All in good time, old man, all in good time...but let's just say I'm expecting a whole parcel of little ones in the near future."

Paladin laughs strongly, "It's about time you got busy with the job of raising a bunch of little ones, lad."

And with that, he leaves the room but before the door could close, Simba suddenly jerks his head upright and to the left, looking out the viewport towards open space, I follow his gaze and suddenly feel a Force disturbance as I spot the brilliant flashes of ships exiting hyperspace, the Lex instantly goes to red alert as I hear the muffled thumps of the crew running to their stations, the PA blaring, "Condition Red, Condition Red, all hands report to battle stations, incoming Imperial warships on attack vector."

You've got to be kidding me...

I could sense Serah's disbelief at the audacity of the Imperials but I knew that they would try something like this, taking advantage of a battered victor's relaxed guard or a victorious defender's weaknesses and battered forces.

But I doubt they were expecting any fresh forces as I gently put Serah on the bed and teleport back to the Protector, appearing in the hanger bay as I see Kestor and Sefira arriving in the same manner, both looking rather miffed, I run into the ready room and changed into my combat gear all the while trying to keep myself from laughing as my sibs are leaking rather strongly...

A few moments later, we're catapulted out of the Protector and into space, the METEOR units already separating from their mountings and links up with my Freedom and Sefira's Justice with a mild 'whirr-hiss' while Kestor is already arching back towards the rear lines to protect the crippled ships.

We reorient our machines towards the incoming Imperial formation, Freedom's sensors show me the fairly thick screen of TIE Fighters, Interceptors and Bombers with a leavening of TIE Defenders, Assault Gunboats and Missile Boats, closely followed by a dozen Lancer-class frigates, eight Strike cruisers and a quartet of Carrack-class cruisers, in the background are eight of the massive Imp-Star Deuce class, four of the Vic-Star Deuce class, two of the Interdictor-class, two of the monstrous Super Star Destroyers and one odd-looking SD that reminds me of the Arc Hammer from the Dark Forces game I used to play as a kid, I double check my sensor readout and see the name Arc Hammer.

Uh-oh. That could only mean Dark Troopers.

I reach out to Serah through the Force and had her put a priority target flag on that ship while at the same time I engage Freedom's multi-targeting matrix and priority targeted the Interceptors and Bombers with the micro-missiles while allocating the Defenders to the energy cannons, I knew Sefira would be doing the same, having linked our consciousnesses together thus allowing my combat experience to flow into her, we salvo our weapons simultaneously, our attack taking out dozens of TIEs while simultaneously covering the approach of mine and Paladin's pilots.

Sefira and I punch through the fighter screen and concentrated our assault on the Super Star Destroyers, dodging heavy weapons fire on the way in, the Force guiding us precisely where and when, once we reach the one-klick point, we both ignite the two massive beam blades mounted at the tips of our two inboard cannons, the blades ending at roughly 2.6 km in length. We went to work dissecting the Super Star Destroyers, slashing, stabbing and slicing in perfect synchrony and precision, one Super we literally fillet to pieces while the other we simply and effectively disable by knocking out the life support and power systems and their auxiliaries with swift stabs through the thick armor, turning the massive ship into a useless floating chunk of metal; I reach out through the Force and short-circuit the self-destruct systems to prevent the Imperials from scuttling the ship.

I watch as the SDF-1 make a quick warp jump and drop out on top of the crippled SSD, engage its tractor beams, drawing it close to its belly, extend the warp field around it and flash-jumped back to friendly lines where Paladin's four Valley Forge cruisers boarded her with a combined marine transporter and lander assault, ably supported by the 120th Battlesuit Regiment and 245th Infantry Regiment.

Sefira and I continue the assault, well supported by 4th generation Confed fighters and bombers with Star Talons flying on our wing, the unshielded TIEs were hardly a match though the Defenders might it a challenge for the Battle Furies, Alphas, Vampires and Panthers; Assault Gunboats tangle with Defiant-IIs and Lynx Hunter corvettes; Lancers, Strike and Carrack cruisers duel with Strike Mk.2s, Lions, Akiras, Excalibers and Pathfinders, the smaller ships using their superior speed and maneuverability to dodge weapons fire while the bigger ships use stand-off tactics and their special weapons to pummel their targets into scrap; the Arc Hammer is caught in the crossfire between two Sovereigns and three Nemesis who flash-warped into position over and behind the ship before it could make orbit over Raksha and blast the engines to pieces before it could launch its deadly payload of Dark Troopers while a double handful of Hyperions remain in orbit to intercept any drop pod launches just in case; the carriers and battleships provide additional long range fire support from their heaviest batteries, pounding the Star Destroyers' shield and distracting the Imperials from the main strike, closely followed by a massive torpedo salvo, collapsing several sets of shields and exposing them to the rest, massive detonations can be seen exploding all over the exposed ships leaving massive holes and blackened pits, two ships succumb to the damage inflicted on them, exploding in brilliant white flashes of light and gas, four others suffer heavy damage from the salvo while another six take moderate damage.

Shrikes, Devastators, Betas, Star Blades, X-Bombers, Dragon Stars and Saber-wings swoop in for the kill, strafing and launching torpedoes at their targets while Sefira and I flying close in support, alternately slashing and blasting, crippling whole sections in one fell swoop, and in the case of one Imp-Star, my passing slash following a Devastator strafing run went deep enough to breach the Star Destroyer's reactor, I instantly order my fighters to scatter away from the stricken ship, just in time as it exploded massively.

I sense the Interdictors shutting down their gravity well generators and see the Imperial ships starting to ponderously turn away, I call out on the command frequency, "All ships and squadrons, swarm them the Imperials! Do not allow them to escape!"

The three remaining intact Imp-Stars, two Interdictors and one Vic-Stars divert power from their weapons to shields thus forestalling our assault long enough to make the jump into hyperspace...and without recovering their fighters, not that there was anything worth recovering anyway.

Serah reports that there are at least ten partially intact TIE Defenders, two Missile Boats and seven Assault Gunboats worth salvaging and that the SSD Knight Hammer has been secured though there are still some holdouts on the ship, I order Sefira and Kestor to stay outside and patrol group's outer perimeter while I went and assist Uncle Kel'star on the Knight Hammer.

I land Freedom back in the Protector's hanger and teleport over to the Knight Hammer, materializing with light 'pop' in a corridor behind the Imperials but out of sight of them, except I run into a minor problem, the corridor I had chosen had a couple of Dark Jedi lying in wait to spring an ambush, I promptly ignite my silver lightsabers and charge into them, just as the marines overrun the defending stormtroopers in this section and my uncle follows them, knowing that I could take care of myself.

One of my opponents turned out to be a mere apprentice, as I easily parry his attack widely to the right and crave him in two from left shoulder to right hip in one move but his master proved to be more of a challenge as she made a series of deadly moves that would have overwhelmed any skillful defense if her opponent used a single blade but not a dual blade wielder as I lock my right blade with hers to the floor, gouging two molten furrows on the deck, I reverse my left blade to hold it dagger-style and made a back-hand slash that took her head off from her shoulders.

I dodge to my left in reaction to a split-second Force warning while twisting in mid-air and send my right hand saber flying in a straight line that skewers another Dark Jedi right in the heart as he tried to sneak behind me, my saber instantly pulling out in response to my Force pull and back to my paw, I push on, moving in support of the marines as I hack, slash, blast and generally cut my way through any stormtrooper and Dark Jedi that stood in my way.

Ten hours later, the Knight Hammer orbits over Raksha, secured and thoroughly cleansed. I watch from the bridge of the SSD as shuttle craft and runabouts enter and exit the hangers on the SSD's sides as Star Fleet HQ ponders on what to do with the massive ship as there isn't a shipyard big enough to fit the blasted thing, I sense that my family has one though that could easily accommodate this ship. I look behind me as I sense Uncle Kel'star came walking in with a massive grin and a confident strut that suggested that he'd just got laid...and his Force presence confirmed that supposition, not to mention his scent.

I growl quietly and exasperatedly, "Unc, who did you take to bed this time?"

He grins broadly, "I've...convinced...Admiral Valkeris to let our family handle the refitting and repair of the former Knight Hammer which is to be renamed the Stellar Sentinel."

"I presume that there is a shipyard nearby?" I growl testily.

He replies without acknowledging my tone, "Oh, yes, nephew. It's in what the Stellar Federation calls the Black Star Cluster just a short jump away from here."

I arch an eyebrow at him, "Techno-magical defense system I presume?"

"Indeed."

"It figures...well, let's get things rolling!"

"Hold on your horses, nephew, aren't you supposed to brief Paladin on what's really going on? And aren't you supposed to write some letters for your fallen warriors? And besides, we won't be leaving anytime soon anyway."

"I suppose you're right, uncle; I'd better take care of this first before I feel too guilty..."

And with that, I teleport off the bridge back to my quarters on the Lexington, went to my table and set to work well into the night and the next morning, where my mates find me having fallen asleep on top of the finished pile of handwritten letters...and snoring like thunder.

My brother and sister, I find out later, had also stayed up for most of yesterday and into the next morning assisting with the sick and injured crews, using their magical and Force abilities to heal and restore non-critical cases thus allowing the doctors and medics to focus on more critical cases but even Natorash'kar have limits of their own and both had simply fallen asleep on two couches in the observation deck of the Florence Nightingale after 18 hours of non-stop healing.

Uncle Kel'star had assisted with the critical cases, being a doctor himself, with his skills being strongly augmented by his Force and magical abilities for faster yet more thorough healing.

The SDF-1 helped by providing nearly unlimited room to put every casualty that required long-term bed rest and medical attention, the DSEMRVs having already reached their full capacities due to the massive number of casualties incurred by the invasion.

The Eternal Protector takes up station, along with a number of corvettes and destroyers, roughly 5 light seconds out from Raksha as a mobile outpost just in case the Empire has more ships enroute.

I had Whitestar inform Star Fleet HQ of our victory here and to also request for more medical and repair ships as well as representatives from the JAG, Star Fleet HQ, the Federation Council and the Chakat High Council for a special debriefing; for the JAG and Star Fleet reps, I gather and organize the intercepted transmissions Golukavich had been trading with Krastarians by 15th Counter-Intel and Intel over the past 3 and a half months prior while I gather and organize every piece of information about my family and Task Force Chrono-Rescue for integration into the Federation.

During the wait, I personally debrief both Paladin and my family, including Goldfur and hir kith and kin, on what had just happened and what I've been doing over the last few decades as Nathan prior the dimensional jump, using my magic to show the entire timeline as Nathan, both my uncle and siblings are indeed surprised about what had happened at the planes convergence point, as they were expecting us to separate into two distinct souls but instead find a fusion of two into a single new soul.

It was a choice and decision that Nathan and I had carefully considered and weighed the possible consequences and we both chose to forge something new and unique together as brothers and comrades.

During all this, I was absently twirling my left hand force saber, as I like to call my two hybrid weapons that now form the staple of my personal weapons, without looking at it; the non-Jedi members of my family and Paladin are, I just notice, looking at me nervously and wary of an accidental weapons discharge but the other half of my family look, and are, calm about what I'm doing out of reflex and old habit.

As I finished, I casually slip the force saber back into its leg holster and sit down at the head of the table, propping my booted paws on the table and resting my arms on the back of my head, asking, "Any questions?"

Paladin chuckles softly as undoubtedly he recognizes my pose, "Aye, lad, how did it take you to realize that you had another soul in residence?"

"Now that I thought about, old man, I guess I knew ever since I was a teen living with my human grandparents but I never paid attention to it then as I considered it normal...plus, since trouble comes at me and not the other way around, I've come to depend on my other half to get us out of trouble...and frankly, I don't think I would've survived the Kilrathi war without Simba to back me up."

Paladin nods in agreement, "Aye, lad, I've seen you survive ambushes that would have killed even the best yet you always seemed to be one step ahead of your attackers though your fighter tends to end up looking like it went through a wringer. It makes complete sense now in context...you lucky bastard!" He finishes with a laugh.

I merely laugh back in return, not in the least insulted by what he said, in hindsight, I am indeed extremely lucky to have been Simba's host but as Obi-Wan once said, "...There is no such thing as luck..."

Suddenly Uncle Kel'star, Sefira, Kestor, Serah and I look at the briefing room door seconds before the representatives I've requested file in; Goldie and the others move to position themselves behind us. Six chakats for all three branches I've asked for, four humans and two representatives each for all the major signatories of the Stellar Federation, many of whom are shocked to find four still-living members of the Natorash'kar bloodline, they all bow deeply from the waist, surprising the chakat and human members of their respective groups, I knew that they would quickly get the word out that the Natorash'kar have returned...suddenly the Force whispers an alarm, I instantly react, sending a focused Force blast at one of the humans as he was pulling out a detonator from under his sleeve, I never give him the chance as I Force crush both his hands with a gripping fist and Force pull his explosive vest off of him with a thought.

I walk around the table and grab him by the temples with one paw, through the Force; I dive into his mind and tear the necessary information from it savagely but not so much as to leave him a drooling vegetable.

I snarl angrily as I sort the memories into order, "Humans First infiltrator...Primary mission: assassinate Commodore Nathan and 15th core commanders...Secondary mission: if primary mission can not be accomplished or achieved, cripple Lexington bridge with bomb...," I look down at the would-be saboteur contemptuously, not bothering to waste my breath talking to him, I simply gesture and Lex beams him out of the conference room and out into space, a tachyon turret traverses, locks on the struggling body and vaporizes it with a single blast.

I send a calming Force wave at the reps which allow them to regain control of their wits again, I walk back to the head of the table and sit down, signaling the start of the meeting...which didn't exactly take very long as many of reps, especially the Rakshani, Caitians and Voxxans remember my family well in their legends and stories, the humans and chakats are shocked at the depth of our involvement with them, the Rakshani having received their long lifespan and combat capabilities from us, the Caitians their wisdom and long-sightedness, the Voxxans their business acumen and skillful negotiations.

It didn't take long for an overall consensus to form either, favoring the integration of Task Force Chrono-Rescue into the Federation as well as welcoming my family into the Federation.

Sefira, Kestor and I opted to stay behind with the fleet while Uncle Kel'star takes the SDF-1 and its cargo of injured and wounded as well as the captured SSD to the nearby Black Star Cluster along with a small flotilla of DSEMRVs and Akiras, from what he told, there's a state-of-the-art medical facility at the Starbase there as well as a dozen fully equipped shipyards and facilities capable of servicing a dozen SDF-class ships simultaneously without problems plus they can upgrade any damaged ship while repairing them simultaneously so in a sense, this would kill two birds with one stone.

According to Uncle Kel'star, the family has managed to stash away more than two dozen bases and shipyards just before the fall, most of which are inside Federation-controlled space with eight other bases and yards remain hidden within the territories of three other stellar powers.

I watch as the SDF-1 and her flotilla go to warp speed as the Black Star Cluster is a mere day away at Warp 20, I order every heavily damaged ships to head for Raksha's orbital shipyards while repair ships help with the moderately and lightly damaged ships of the fleet.

I order every intact ship including the Eternal Protector to form a large defensive line around the planet as a precaution but it soon became clear that the Empire or anyone else isn't going to cause any more trouble in the foreseeable future, suddenly a brilliant flash of light appears over Raksha's northern pole, the Force telling me that it's merely Uncle Kel'star making a delivery...and sure enough, the flash dissipates to reveal a mammoth shipyard that neatly frames the SDF-1 within its lattice-work, she separates from the shipyard smoothly and disappears in a flash just as abruptly as she arrived, I try to recall what kind of FTL drive was that and then shrug, knowing that I'll find out in due time as I divert the Enterprise, Longtail, Tiger's Claw II, Cha'kastra, Protector, Knight, Andromeda and North Carolina into it for repairs and upgrades.

I was in my office in the middle of reorganizing the fleet TO&E when the Force gives me a loud warning buzz to the back of my head, I reflexively teleport over to the Protector and swiftly suit up, my siblings only heartbeats behind me, I sense the fleet also becoming aware of incoming danger as I exit the ready room and Force jump for Freedom's cockpit from the main deck, grabbing the rail to change my trajectory, I arc down into the cockpit and begin Freedom's power-up sequence, swiftly bringing the mighty machine to life, the launch cradle rotates to align with the main linear catapult, I walk Freedom into the launch zone and engage her main systems, I crouch her slightly and brace for launch, in an eye blink, I'm free and clear, the deep-throated hum of the reactors and throaty roar of the drives barely audible over the sound-dampeners.

I switch my comm channel to the command frequencies, "All ships, red alert! We have hostile incoming at coordinates X-ray 23, Yankee 34, Zulu 18; weapons hot and shields to full!"

I jet to a drifting stop as I finish broadcasting my warning as Constitutions, Excelsiors, Mirandas, Ambassadors and older decommissioned Federation carrier classes drop out of warp, 80 ships in total, all with active shields and emblazoned with the distinct H1 symbol of the Humans First rebels.

The fleet has already responded to my early warning as their AI took over temporarily to bring their systems to full power and combat readiness; fighters and bombers swiftly form their respective squadrons, the elite fighter squadrons forming up around Sefira, Kestor and I as we form the tip of the spear, the bombers and their escorts forming the shaft; the fleet's heavy ships form up around us in a tight screen, the Nemesis and Super II-class battleships at the fore. I sense that this is the entire naval strength of the rebels and a defeat here will set them back significantly, I give my orders, "All ships, this is Commodore Sim'barak'shar...no quarter given..." I hear a roar of approval from the Kilrathi personnel and then roar out over the channels, "CHARGE!"

And with that, Freedom, Justice and Akatsuki blaze into the fray, weapons blazing with brilliant fury...

The Yorktown provides heavy long range fire from its main batteries as the squadrons as does the battleships, cruisers and destroyers as they also close in, the enemy fleet returns fire as well but our new ships' advanced shields easily dissipate their fire as does Protector's shields if not better.

My sibs and I close on the forward edge of the enemy fleet when they belatedly shift their fire to target us but by the power of the Force, we deftly dodge, side-slip, block and parry every phaser bolt directed at us while intercepting every missile and torpedo targeted at us with short bursts of plasma fire.

Within moments, Sefira, Kestor and I are close amongst the enemy ships, streaking just above their hulls where they can't hit without causing friendly fire.

At my Force cue, we split into three different directions, heading to where the Force is guiding us...

To any outside observer, the way how Freedom, Justice and Akatsuki move and attack could almost be considered a dance but the way the three siblings coordinate their attacks made it into a ballet of death and destruction, the strength and power of their mobile suits coupled with their long experiences and the power of the Force forges them together into an unstoppable force of nature, giving credence to their family's legendary reputation as unstoppable warriors.

Sefira, who pilots Justice, fight close to the hulls of the enemy ships, slashing their armored hulls wide open with masterful strikes of her double-bladed beam lance, supplemented with equally masterful throws and kicks of her beam boomerangs and leg-mounted beam blades; her Fury battlepack moving matching her every move with choreographed precision, its own blades slashing deep into hulls, if not spearing them through and through with massive explosions following its passage...

Freedom blazes through the enemy formation, wielding its energy rifles desperado style but unlike most desperadoes, each and every shot finds its mark, even ones that look like wild shots prove to be on target as Simba listens for cues from the Force of when and where he needs to put his shots exactly at.

At several instances, Freedom holds its position and suddenly blitzes a target with a full weapons barrage for its six mounted weapons and its six independently moving AMVAP-II units, easily piercing its shields and hulling it through and through, its systems and components completely shattered and destroyed by Freedom's heavy fire. Also at several instances, Freedom combines its two rifles together and fires a super-concentrated blast of plasma fire, easily spearing two ships through and through.

Akatsuki blazes through the battlefield in a streak of gold, its movement and attack as sure as its 'siblings' in effectiveness and accuracy as it parries phaser fire with its shield and riposting with a blast of its powerful rifle while simultaneously directing the bombers to where they can do the most good as well as guiding the fighters where they can support both the bombers and each other effectively as befitting a combat coordination unit while its six Defender AMVAPs provide both covering fire and defensive shielding with their six-point barrier-shield system.

Its special armor treatments take enemy fighters and capital ships off guard as the fire from their energy weapons are simply reflected back at them with little reduction in strength, draining shields in the process, or in some cases the shields are pierced and hull damage is inflicted.

As Akatsuki excels in defense, its capabilities a perfectly match to its pilot, Kestor, who favors Soresu when it comes to lightsaber combat but is gifted with a rare form of Battle Meditation, called Battle Coordinator, this form allows the user to remain fully conscious without having to go into a meditative state in order to coordinate the battle around him.

Kestor also uses the power to know which fighter, bomber or ship needed help withdrawing from the main battle area, using the Defender AMVAPs to give them the necessary protection to reach safety.

The unexpected return of the SDF-1 tilts the tide of battle overwhelmingly in favor of the Stellar Federation; Captain Kel'star delivers a full scale broadside from the massive warship's starboard batteries, all of which blasted the remaining 20 out of 80 ships into so much scrap, no escape pods could be seen, detected or sensed among the wreckage as fighters, bombers, shuttlecraft, runabouts and three Gundams sweep through the wreckage.

But Simba does sense an oddity in the Force near what used to be the enemy flagship so boosts over to the area and does a full sensor scan, his sensor screen instantly showing where the anomaly is located, his visual sensors showing the distinctive bright orange color of the ship's 'black box' indicating that it has survived the battle and the subsequent explosion of the ship, Simba 'holsters' Freedom's two beam rifles to its hips as the hip-mounted railguns fold to the back of the hips and reaches out with both free hands to gently and cleanly remove the 'black box' from the wreckage...

As I remove the 'black box' from the wreckage, the Force gives me another tingle in the back of my head, I turn my Gundam's head around and switched to life-form scanning mode...two full sweeps later, my sensors detect a clumped number of life-forms nearby, I fire two of my altitude thrusters and raise my relative altitude, I swiftly spot an escape pod with its transmitter inactive or damaged, judging from the scorch marks on its hull.

I could sense a lot of fear coming from it so I reach out with my Force senses and realize that there are hostages aboard the pod along with its cargo of traitors, I grab the pod with Freedom's left hand while keeping the 'black box' safe on the right, I bring the pod and the box back to the Eternal Protector while sending a Force signal to Serah to have two squads of Marines and two squads of Hazard Force beamed over ASAP on the way, my sibs are also on their way back to the Protector to back me up just in case, Serah sends back to me that two negotiators are on their way with my back-up to help as well, I Force scan the pod again and fine tune what I could sense, to my shock, I could sense three chakats, two adults and a young cub, and four humans, though I couldn't sense what their weapons are, though I'd wager that they have hand phasers and a grenade or two.

My cargo and I land on the Eternal Protector shortly, I see the Marines and Hazard Force troopers all arrayed in a semi-circle, I place the pod inside that semi-circle but using the Force to keep the hatch shut, I shut Freedom down and leapt down easily, I release my grip as my sibs gather next to me, paws on their lightsabers.

The hatch springs away from the pod and a human female head pops out of the hatch, dragging an injured chakat after her with a phaser pointed at hir head, followed by a human male carrying a mewling chakat cub with a knife to hir neck, topped off by two other human males carrying one grenade a piece, sandwiching another chakat between them.

The sharp 'click-whine' of energy weapons charging up and the equally sharp 'ka-chunk' of projectile weapons being cocked as my troopers bring their weapons to bear on them, holding their fire until the hostages are clear.

The two hostage negotiators, both humans, move forward to begin the negotiations but from what I could sense, they're badly shaken by what had happened to their fleet and plan to go out with a bang.

I glance left and right at my siblings and receive their subtle nods in confirmation to my intension; we stealthily draw our lightsabers but not ignite them, ready for anything.

What happened next was almost too fast to everyone but us and the hostages as they send us a feeling that translates to something like "save our cub!" A mere second of receiving that feeling, the Force showed me what both chakats are planning to do, I feel my siblings ready themselves for the exact moment to do what is necessary, I reach through the Force to keep the cub calm, I nearly stagger in surprise as I feel the immense Force potential of the little cub.

The Force gives me and my siblings the necessary 'tingle', signaling us to go into action...the human holding the cub makes the mistake of turning to face the Marines, giving me a clear profile of where I can make the best cut without hitting the cub, we make our move as does the cub's parents, I ignite my right-paw force-saber as I use the Force to boost my leap, covering the distance between me and the hostage taker in a mere millisecond, reversing my grip on the hilt and slash the blade forward and up, sending the limb holding the knife in the same general direction, at that precise moment, I'm directly above the human, his grip becoming slack as he registers the loss of his limb, I Force-pull the little cub away from him with my left paw and tuck hir close to me, simultaneously calming hir through the Force; shi instinctively reaches back with hir own immature Force abilities, linking us together, I roll forward as I land on the deck, tumbling and rolling until I'm once again facing the hostage takers and the remaining hostages.

Kestor and Sefira have their sabers ignited and at the ready but the hostage takers have moved closer together which was when I realized what both chakats have in mind, Kestor and Sefira have already made their move when both chakats grab the humans and move them together as the uninjured chakat triggers both grenades by grabbing the hands that held them and squeeze strongly...the explosion practically tears everyone inside the blast radius apart though my sibs and I instantly form a containment barrier with a bit of telekinesis to prevent shrapnel from hurting everyone else while reflexively twisting my torso away from the blast to shield the cub further.

We felt the death of the humans through the Force but I also sense that the chakats' souls are safely within the protective confines of the Soul Gems, I could tell even from here that they're very surprise to be in this state, I sense Kestor and Sefira informing them where they are, explaining the functions of the Soul Gems and what they are, I sense both chakats requesting that they give their family one last goodbye before going into the afterlife, or becoming one with the Force for us, with one special request...they want us to train their daughter in the ways of the Force, they have sense much power within their daughter, power that goes beyond simple psionics but they didn't know whom to approach until now though regretting that they won't be able to see their daughter grow up yet finding a sense of accomplishment for giving their daughter to the right furs who have the training, compassion and power to train hir well.

My sibs keep quiet as I contact the two chakats' next-of-kin to inform them what had happened, asking where they want the remains to be interred, when they inform me that the entire clan resided on Chakona, I instantly took the Protector out of the fleet and set course for the Chakas'tra system, leaving Paladin in charge until I return.

It took us little time to get to Chakona as we use the Protector's Hyper-Slipstream Drive to return to Chakona in a matter of seconds where as regular Slipstream drives would have taken at least three hours travel from Raksha.

We enter high geo-polar at speed and teleport down to the clan's residence with a quick mental flick all the while my charge has wrapped hirself around my left forearm with hir tail wrapped around just above my elbow, my gauntlet having simply concealed itself by becoming physically and visually transparent thus allowing my fur to stick through and allowing my charge to comfortably settle there without encountering cold metal, I'd fed hir some cow's milk for the time being though shi hasn't been weaned yet so I'll have to 'shift' into my chakat form soon and start producing milk for hir which is just as well since I'm coming into heat within a few days anyway, a time I intend to spend well with Whitestar in the bedroom when I get back to the Lexington.

Both sets of parents are at the door to greet us, never expecting that we would get here via teleportation but are delighted by the little one; we explain to everyone what their deceased kin wanted for the cub...as well as allowing them to spend a few more minutes with their deceased kin, courtesy of the Soul Gems' power which allows them to physically interact one last time before departing, neither sets of parents are happy with the decision but having sensed the cub's still undeveloped Force potential themselves, they reluctantly agreed to allow us to train hir but on the condition that they could visit hir anytime they want.

We laughingly agree to these terms as I give them an address card where they could see hir anytime they like, I guess that they're extremely surprised just where I live...

"You...you live in Guardian Point?" One blurts out in surprise.

"Just who are you...really?" I smile gently, "I used to be Commodore Nathaniel Lao, now my name is Sim'barak'shar hrai Natorash'kar, clan leader of my family..."

"How are you going to feed hir, shi hasn't been weaned yet." One chakat points out.

I grin broadly as I strip out of my uniform, "Let me show you how..." I said as I bio-shift into my chakat form, which retain my fur-pattern and redistribute my entire mass as well as allowing an ample pair of breasts to grow on my chest as my plumbing readjusts and repositions to allow for proper systemic function.

Every chakat there drop their jaws in shocked surprise but my adopted daughter wasn't fooled one bit as shi jumps on top of my barrel and hugs me around the waist as much as hir tiny arms could reach, I turn around and pick hir up, snuggling hir to my breasts.

Shi swiftly latches on to a nipple and begins to sup on my milkwater, I purr softly as shi eagerly drinks from me, our Force bond allowing us to share on a level beyond an emphatic bond.

I look at the gathered family and cock an eyebrow, a wet nurse steps out and solemnly removes hir well-filled top so I could drink from them and start producing milk on my own which I do, I just as solemnly present my other breast to hir as my adopted cub had drained the other one with hir voracious appetite.

With that done, we all exchange hugs and nuzzles, including Sefira and Kestor who had shifted into their chakat forms to make things a bit more even, though still towering by chakat standards at six feet plus with me being six feet nine inches tall and wider across the beam by eight inches which makes me quite a big chakat!

We teleport away after having afternoon tea with the clan back to the Protector and Raksha, my cub, who I've named Forcewind, partly for hir surprisingly powerful Force potential and partly for hir gold-and-silver dappled fur looking permanently wind-blown no matter how many times it's been brushed down!

Shi had managed to fall asleep in my arms in the minutes between traveling from geo-polar orbit to slip-point and is sleeping like a log by the time we dock with the Lexington, Whitestar meets me by the bridge airlock, hir tail sinuously waving with restrained eagerness, and took Forcewind from me as shi passes me a uniform top for my chakat form which I swiftly pull on, we head for our quarters where Serah, Tasha, M'lira and Darkcloud happily welcome little Forcewind into the family, the little cub purring happily as shi is hugged and cuddled by every member of the family, giving extra emphasis on hir new big sister by climbing all over hir and wrapping hirself around hir barrel, meowing happily.

Darkcloud turns on hir waist and hugs hir new baby sister, grinning broadly, shi looks at me with a curious look on hir face, "Dad, is there something I should know about my new baby sister?"

Before I could answer, Kestor places a paw on my shoulder and murmurs quietly, "Hey, brother, if you haven't notice, Forcewind is not the only Force-sensitive chakat here..."

I look at him sharply and expanded my senses to cover the entire room and to my shock, I sense another untrained Force presence and it's directly under Forcewind's!

I got up on all fours and touched Darkcloud's temples, using a simple test to gauge hir Force sensitivity...and got tossed out in one big hurry!

The strength of hir untapped power surprised every trained Force-sensitive within the room, Darkcloud's reaction having literally thrown me across the room.

Darkcloud and Forcewind had formed a gestalt! I realized groggily as they rush up to me and hug me around my neck, shaking in fright at what they had done to me, I hug them back soothing them with gentle words while simultaneously reaching out through the Force, they both reach out and 'snuggle' into my Force presence for comfort.

I could sense my siblings and uncle being very impressed at what the little ones had done, and with little training too.

I delve deep into the Force...and find the strands of fate that represents both my adopted daughters have moved parallel to each other, I gaze out further into the future and find that their strands have joined together with several other strands branching out from theirs, indicating cubs sometime in the future as well.

I grin broadly at my siblings as I soothe my daughters into slumber, both purring softly as they finally relax.

I carry them to Darkcloud's room and laid them on the bed, both siblings cuddling and wrapping around each other as I pull a light blanket over them, stealthily padding out of the room to let them sleep.

We would spend most of the evening discussing the future course of our family, with Goldie and co. listening in and participating in the discussion via holocomm, we did agree that it was time for us to rebuild our clan and family so we would be formally separating from the clan but we would still be sharing the sprawling estate that our families call home.

We also discover that I had chosen the site and created the design of the estate on instinct, for across the bay from the cliff edge is a small island which really is a secret fortress disguised as an island, Uncle Kel'star uses a little magic to show what the fortress looks like uncloaked, Goldie and Forest weren't very happy at having a fortress near the homestead but Boyce, Midnight, Zhane and Rosepetal were keen on exploring it but what was being left unsaid was that the placement of the fortress was no accident as Chakona is a strong Force nexus, now all the more stronger with the emphatic chakat race now calling it home.

I swiftly realized that the chakat race is slowly developing sensitivity to the flow of the Force...and that my two adopted daughters are the first of a new generation of chakats with strong Force sensitivity, the heralds of a Jedi order unlike any other.

My siblings and uncle share knowing looks with me as we all come to the only logical conclusion, we knew that we would have to find those Force sensitive chakats and train them how to wield their developing strength and power to its optimum potential.

We could not allow the Sith to find this planet and corrupt it, Chakona is our new home, at least for now, but still home nonetheless...

Things finally settle down for us as the final tallies and reports are brought in, the butcher's bill running high at close to 15000 KIA and 8000 WIA, all of whom are receiving treatment at Black Star Base, with half still in critical condition.

Both the 15th commanders and Rakshah High Command have agreed that we could leave a small but powerful contingent over Raksha while the rest of the 15th will return to Chakona for the victory celebration which they themselves would be celebrating; they would also provide refreshments for the 15th crews who would be staying behind.

Having discussed who would be remaining behind with my captains, we had decided that the ships with Rakshani-heavy crew would be staying behind as many would want to be with their families for this sort of victory, I had reshuffled the crews for this celebration so no one will miss out on this party!

With the Protector in the lead, the 15th returns home to Chakona...and rest...though I still have one more detail to clean up...

The resounding crash of the front doors being blasted open sends Councilor Golukavich into a panic as he rushes to pack and leave for parts unknown, grousing at the completely unexpected turn of events, having discovered too late that Commodore Nathan had played him the fool and uncovered his plans, laying the entire 15th in ambush of the invasion force...he seethed at the Rakshani for not informing the Federation Council of their improved and augmented defenses as well as seething the extremely unexpected arrival of a Terran Confederation battle force and the return of the ancient Natorash'kar along with their superior technology and weaponry plus the ease of shattering the Empire's attack force and the Human's First entire fleet has tilted the balance of galactic power in favor of the Stellar Federation and its allies.

He had not expected the Natorash'kar to return after disappearing for over two-and-a-half millennia for some reason known only to themselves, during that time, every species in the galaxy made their own bids for power, some sought to emulate what the Natorash'kar have done while yet others sought power for themselves; some of the results being the Furrderation and the Stellar Federation, though it was surprising that humanity had been able to do something similar to what the Natorash'kar had done despite never encountering the clan though it may have something to do with humanity's own history that allowed the human race to unconsciously emulate the Natorash'kar.

He gestures and summons a demon out from a nearby summoning circle but before he could make a sound, a massive pulse of powerful magical energy sweeps through the area, the demon and summoning circle breaking apart as he collapses on the ground in immense pain, recognizing a purification spell, he knew at once that Simba/Nathan himself has personally come to take him to trail...or his execution, for the Natorash'kar have also been known as the guardians of light, snuffing out darkness in all its forms, especially Sith, Dark Jedi and dark magic users, though for some reason, many dark magic users do not consider the Natorash'kar as masters of light but rather masters of gray.

He opens a secret panel and pulls a black sword crackling with dark energy, he knew that it would not last long against the purity of a lightsaber, let alone against the dual saber Jar'kai style Simba was rumored to used or against the Djem So style which delivers massive kinetic force in each strike, capable of break through all defensive moves and techniques bar Soresu.

But as he turns to face the door, three sections of the floor explode violently upward, he shakes his head to clear it of the effects of the explosions, only to register the distinctive sound of an active lightsaber, as he opens his eyes, three active lightsabers are humming in unison...and all pointed at his throat.

He drops the blade in surrender as the colors green, orange and silver registers in his mind, recognizing that all three siblings have come.

A white paw with golden claws smashes down on the sword, shattering the blade with ease, Golukavich glances down to see the mythical Ancient Liger Zero, one of the seven legendary Ancient Spirits that serve alongside the Natorash'kar as guardians of truth, justice and light.

The massive liger prowls through the rest of the room, sniffing around the room for any more artifacts of darkness, creating blasts of energy from its mechanical mouth to blast any and all artifacts asunder.

Several Marines move into the room, mostly Rakshani, very angry Rakshani, but the presence of the Natorash'kar siblings keeps their anger in check.

He knew instantly that since the Rakshani, the 15th and the Natorash'kar are the victors in the battle, the trail will be held in a military court where political position will be no protection, his hands and feet are shacked but before he could do anything, the shackles glow with a blue light, he droops his head in defeat, realizing that this would be one battle he would not win, he knew that when it comes to treason, all political considerations are put on the backburner...and the only punishment to treason is death by hanging, though that may be superseded by the Natorash'kar clan's own form punishment, the legendary Infinity Prison, an empty parallel dimension used to permanently and eternally banish each and every sentient found guilty of evil...and the spell used to send them to that dimension is strictly one-way...

The trial is done according to the rules and regulations of military law though taking over a month to complete, Golukavich saw that he was expertly under surveillance by both 15th Intelligence and Counter-Intelligence and the evidence is overwhelming for a conviction, he never realized just how much of Nathan's suspicions have been aroused by his orders to change the 15th's patrol itinerary to have ordered this level of surveillance.

The trial is shortly concluded with an overwhelming guilty verdict with the final sentencing to be decided by Commodore Simba himself, which was unsurprisingly considering the family's history, the sentence being eternal exile to the Infinity Prison.

His family had hired the best lawyers to defend him but unfortunately, the evidence left little doubt to the jurors and the sentence is both irrevocable by military law and by the demands of the Rakshani, Simba moves forward with an arm raised, the paw glowing with ethereal energies, as he quietly finishes the lengthy incantation, "...Er'as Te'nkar Inf'inetra!"

A brilliant white glow surrounds Golukavich as he sighs in resignation, slowly becoming translucent and then transparent as the spell runs its course, sending him to the Infinity Prison, where he will languish to the end of his days...

To Be Continued...