Orûnn and Gynok wrestle back and forth on the surface of the nest rock while screams and gunfire echo around them. Countless creatures pour out from under the surface while an army of Krall try to push them back. Orûnn: What do you want with this place!? These are my people! What have they done to you!? Orûnn dodges a shot from Gynok’s crimson handgun. He comes in for a punch, but Gynok grabs his fist as he swings. Gynok: My emperor seeks power that your people possess. The power to absorb the strength of others. Gynok twists Orûnn’s arm and headbutts him, causing Orûnn to stumble backwards. Gynok reaches for his gun again, but Orûnn jumps back at him and uses the full force of his body to topple him over. Orûnn: Can’t you see!? None of you are absorbing the power of the ones you kill! Why waste your time!? Gynok: You underestimate my emperor, Orûnn. Orûnn punches Gynok in the chest, but his armor absorbs the impact. Orûnn punches again, but Gynok pulls out a dagger and stabs Orûnn in the arm. Orûnn goes to pull the knife out of his flesh while Gynok struggles to push him off. Orûnn was heavy, and he used his weight to keep Gynok down while he pulled the knife out. Gynok squeezes out from under Orûnn and gets back up as fast as he can. Orûnn then tries to lift himself back up as well, but is kicked in the jaw before he’s able to. Gynok: Stay down, scum! Gynok began to feel a sharp, burning pain in his leg. He looked down and saw his own dagger crammed through a soft spot in his greaves. He lets out a painful cry as he falls to the ground, using his one good leg to push himself away from Orûnn, who was now very very unhappy. Gynok: STAY B-BACK! GAAHHH! IT BURNS!! Orûnn:..... Stay down... Scum. Orûnn stomps down on the dagger, sending it deeper into Gynok’s leg. The pain is overwhelming, and Gynok’s movements get slower. As he tried to crawl away, blood leaked out of his armor, leaving a trail behind him. Gynok: Y-you... have n-no idea... what you’re u-u- Orûnn smashes a large rock on Gynok’s head. Sure, he was wearing a helmet, but the force of the rock crushed it pretty easily, along with his skull. Orûnn looks around him and sees nothing but carnage. Krall turrets and ships are up in flames while bodies litter the surface. He watches as the remainder of his kind scurries back underground. He immediately gets a feeling of uneasiness, like something was coming. He turns around only to see a huge, black ship landing behind him. The sheer size of the ship sent a shiver down his spine, and it’s rumble shook him down to his bones. Orûnn bolted to the closest form of cover, a ruined Krall ship, and hid behind it. He saw a door open from under the ship and watched as thirty Krall marched out. Fifteen of them stood on one side of the ships entrance while the other fifteen stood on the other. A red glow was coming from the entryway, and a large figure stood there, in pitch black armor with red lining running through it. Their cape was dark, as dark as the emptiness of space. Orûnn watched in fear as the figure walked down, past the other Krall. ????:......................................... A vision flashed through Orûnn’s mind. He saw the black fleet and the god behind them. He tried to suppress his thoughts, but it kept coming back. Orûnn watched as the figure and his thirty troops walked to the cave that led underground, his heart stricken with fear. The figure stopped at the entrance of the cave, and slightly turned his head, as if to look behind him. The figure turned his head forward and they continued into the cave. Orûnn felt dizzy. Everything swirled around him. He fell to the ground and shut his eyes. / A little while later / Orûnn barely opened his eyes, his body was still weak from fighting. He grasped a part of the destroyed Krall ship to keep himself balanced. He peeked over the hunk of debris hoping that the black ship was gone... It wasn’t... But something else was on the surface. There were six golden spheres, three of them large and three of them small. Orûnn got the feeling that he could go near them, so he ventured closer. He was about twenty feet away from one of the small ships when suddenly, all of their doors open and a battalion of small, round creatures march out. They all wore puffy golden armor with golden crests on their helmets. Everything about them was gluttonously golden, including their weapons. They all looked at Orûnn and walked towards him, like they wanted to speak to him. There seemed to be sixty of them, like small golden juggernauts, surrounding him now. One of the creatures walked right up to Orûnn and took off his helmet. He stared at Orûnn for a few seconds and then spoke. ????: So I’m guessing you’ve met the Krall? The creature chuckled. Orûnn: Uuhh... Yes, I have... Orûnn was nervous. Orûnn: So... Are you guys those Bubbies I’ve been told about? ????: Yep, that would be us! It seems like the Krall have decided to dig around in places they shouldn’t, so we are going to help you put an end to their plans. Orûnn: And what would those plans be exactly? ????: All we know is that the Krall will do anything to destroy us... So let’s get moving! The Bubbies walked to the cave entrance with Orûnn at their side, and the same Bubby spoke again. ????: What is your name, friend? Orûnn felt a feeling of warmth and comfort for a brief moment, but then another vision popped into his head. The decimated spheres. Orûnn: My name is Orûnn. ????: Well its a pleasure to make your acquaintance Orûnn. My name... Is Billy. Billy summons a golden and blue double bladed axe and looks back at Orûnn, this time with his helmet on. Billy: Let’s show them what we’re made of, shall we?