Graced...

[Jacob]

It was an interesting sight that halted Lance in his tracks. In his millenia of experience Lance realised that this was once a village...one that had obviously been over thrown. The wooden walls that sealed the perimeter were knocked down, the wood and thatch houses that were still standing were burnt and gutted. Spray paint disgracing the structures with 'Rape the scum, they feel no pain' and 'Orkhid race is supreme' it carried on, some preaching the ways of Orkhids while some were just insane and diabolical babble. The inhabitants were in some sort of electronic collers that had glowing LED's on the side. He noticed many mixed specie imprisoned in these; Sligs, Mudokon's, Reptilians and so on and so forth. Usually these creatures would be at each others throats but all had a common enemy...the Orkhid. They had set up barracks that were half entering and half exiting the crumpled village, sharded metal ruined the beautiful haven. What was once a possible Utopia was now a dessolate waste land for the rapers, haters and murderers alike. Lance noticed something which looked like to be the head office of the village, it was tall with a bell tower in a steeple. Unfortunatly the invaders hadn't liked this and decided it was best to devour it with barbed wire and bones of different specie. Lance dispersed into tiny, moleculer structures and drifted through the village. Acknowledging certain key features that gave him note that Arias was going to be here in the future. One being a skull of an Orkhid lying in the mud. It was half concealed by hay and straw but Lance knew it was Arias' doing. The skull had scorch marks around the eye sockets. The only thing that could have done such a thing was a Sarraphin. As he drifted upon the air particles he passed many empty homes. Crying Mudokon's could be heard, the children scarred through the beatings of sadistic Orkhids. Other creatures such as Sligs were being 'Played' with. Their tails hacked off and their head urinated on for some cheap entertainment. As he neared the head office of the village he halted, sniffing the doorway. It smelt like a Paradox was near by...a growl came from him. Arias had shifted time, it was against the laws of the Sarraphin to do such things. The door swung open and a female Mudokon was thrown out of the building, her face scarred and bruised she landed in the blood soaked mud. Sobbing.

Orkhid: "Fellow Orkhids. Do not worry, we shall not be here for any longer than necessary. The Orkhid council are coming to see our work, we shall be known as the victorious regiment that slayed many!! Wiping out races and enslaving others!!"

A cheer erupted from the working soldiers, the enslaved people groaned. Females collapsed, grasping their children close to them they sobbed. The speaker brought out a silver gun. Firing one shot in the air he ordered silence. He then brushed his sleek white hair back with the nozzle and laughed, wrapping his fingers around his necklace of bone. He then spoke directly to the races that were enslaved.

Orkhid: "Quiet. You creatures are not worthy of such treatment like this...you should be in a cess-pool!! Quivering as you watch your loved ones decay!! Decay which your precious warrior did when i executed him..."

A small chuckle escaped this bastard as he disapeared in the dark building, reappearing with a skull gracing his head like a helmet. It was bleach white with the mark of a 'C' carved into the front.

Orkhid: "Yes...your precious Spider, killed while he tried to oppose me. What a fool...a IDIOT!! I am omnipotent!! I can never be destroyed!!"

He through his head back, raising his arms to the sky he screamed the last word. It echoed throughout the forest, alerting all the rebels that had escaped the village that the leader was 'Off on one' again. Lance snarled in pure delight and disgust. The only reason this creature was walking was because of a time paradox which caused the reality to shift and the past to progress...however, it was intriguing to see it in action...especially when reality turned into this.

Orkhid: "Rape these bastards...kill the offspring that is under the age of 13 and string the bodies up on the tree's surrounding the village...let the rebels know what they are up against and that Cyrus cannot be halted in his progress for domination of Mudos!!"

(OOC: Blaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...you wanna know more about Cyrus. Click on members, then click on 'Z' then Zoolag and then go to 'Search for posts by this member' and check all stuff out about Cyrus.)

[Sl'askia]

Spider: *growls* first I am a bastard...then I am murdered...now that bastard Cyrus is back to life! *growls more* LET ME AT 'EM!!!

*holds Spider's tail* you can't...your dead in this reality...

Malice: *laughing like crazy*

[Jacob]

The bloodied mud seemed to suck at the approaching Orkhid's feet. He had got to the village via a jeep, troops dressed in black and silver combat suits looked over the area, watching as their commander disappeared into the abolished village. The Commanders appearence was neatly turned out. His boots had silver buckles and toe caps. His black trench coat was clean and new looking. The red coller of it showing that he is of a higher ranking. He carried no lethal weapons, merely a small, extendable cattle prod that he kept hidden under his jacket. As he closed in on the small compound of the village he was struck with the smell of decaying flesh. Turning his head to a demolished hut he noticed the corpses of a group of Mudokons. Tortured by the looks of them. One looked like a shade of blue, but the maggots that were hording on the corpse seemed to of covered most of the skin. A child screaming in another hut made the sadistic Orkhid chuckle.

Commander: "And he has succeeded. Unfortunatly."

He walked by a group of Orkhids sat up against a hut wall, they immediatly stood as soon as they saw his pressence. Saluting him as he walked by, he nodded an acknowledgement to them and carried on walking. Ignoring the stench of the dead.

Commander: "CYRUS!! CYRUS, DAMN YOU MAN. WHERE ARE YOU!?"

He brushed a strand of hair out of his face as his pace quickened. His knuckles cracking in his tight leather gloves.

Cyrus: "Ahhh...Commander Iraxx. How....nice, of you to join us. We was beginning to think you got lost, heh."

Cyrus approached him from one of the darkened alleyways. He was zipping up his fly, a evil grin on his face. The Commander turned to him, a snarl turning his face seemingly sour.

Commander: "It is unfortunate that you have succeeded in such a way Cy...I was looking forward to seeing you crawl back to me."

Cyrus laughed and approached him, swaying cockily.

Cyrus: "Even if i was about to die...i would not crawl back to you."

The Commander chuckled and patted Cyrus on the shoulder. Leaning forwards and then whispering in his ear.

Commandor: "Enlighten me Cyrus...what have you done to ensure that you dont get dragged back to base and punished for your wrong doings?...One being the defiance of me and another for leading the troops astray."

Pushing him back Cyrus cracked his knuckles and then his neck.

Cyrus: "I have wiped out 3 races, the creatures in this village are the only specie around. Thus, making it easier for Orkhid's to...over come Mudos. I believe the council will except that, sparing my existance. Speaking of the council...where are they!?"

Commandor: "Cyrus, you fool. You really think they would come to see all this? They sent me...i am YOUR representative."

Cyrus stepped back, his eyes widening. Iraxx was a good soldier but also a bastard of an Orkhid. He would shaft anything that got in his way/pissed him off.

Commandor: "Oh Cy...you seemed to have lost that cocky little sway of yours."

Iraxx stepped forwards, pushing Cyrus into a shattered hut that was barely standing. He then put his hand on the wall, next to Cyrus' head and leaned forwards.

Commandor: "You f*cked with me Cyrus. You left without permission and led the others astray...thats punishable by death. And with what im going to tell the council...your gonna be tortured first...i dont like being shafted, especially by something i consider a lower life form....such as yourself."

He took his hand off the wall and tapped Cyrus' face gently. Shaking off his shoulders he then winked at the shocked Orkhid and turned away...heading back towards the jeep. A chuckle escaped Cyrus' pursed lips and he motioned for a Mudokon slave to come towards him. It did, quickly, worrying that if it took its time it could get beaten/violated in ways to horrific to contemplate.

Cyrus: "Stand there...dont say a word."

The Mudokon nodded, its dull and frayed feathers bouncing as he did so. Cyrus then stooped down and felt around in the mud quickly. Trying to find something he purposely hid there. The Mudokon in the mean time was going through certain scenerio's in its head. Such as 'What would happen if i attacked Cyrus now.'.

Cyrus: "Got it...(!)"

It was too late to do anything. The white haired Orkhid had emerged with a mud dripping Tomahawk that he had hid there for safety. He took a few steps out into the open, watching as his followers slowly stood up...wondering what he was about to do. Cyrus smirked, Iraxx hadn't turned around. Slowly he brung the weapon above his head, his grip tightening. Bringing it down harshly he let go, watching it as it span through the air, closing in on Iraxx. Then finally...
*Splishkh...*
The cutting of flesh and the cracking of bone made it somewhat obvious that Iraxx was down. Cyrus then span around to the Mudokon slave who was stood there wearily...wondering what was going to happen next.

Cyrus: "REBEL!!"

Unholstering his gun Cyrus aimed, shot and killed. Two single shots to the creatures chest dropped it like a bag of bricks. The 'Slop' of the mud as the murdered dropped into it brought back memories for the Orkhid killer. He then turned back around to face the direction of Iraxx. Slowly he walked towards the Orkhid commandor, secretly praying that he was dead. His followers were crowded round the collapsed body, soon joined by Iraxx' troops. One looked up at him and stepped around the body.

Troop: "What da 'ell 'appened!?"

Looking down to the ground and then back up Cyrus smirked.

Cyrus: "Where do you want me to start...?"

[Jacob]

Cyrus' eyes twinkled as the Council sang his praises.

Member #1: "Ve are pleased vith your vork, Cyrus. And although there has been a death of Orkhid specie on your premise, ve believe you handled it very well. Executing the...ahem...Rebel vho did such an act was immensly appropiate, not only for the killing of a higher leader but also for the fact that other vannabe's vill now know vhat vill become of them. You have our gratitude Cyrus...and also Iraxx' rank. You are promoted...thats if, you want it."

Cyrus was sat in front of a Tv screen that the troops from Iraxx' squadron had been called to retrieve. The screen was scratched in places and static sometimes interupted the transmission but Cyrus had gotten the message loud and clear. The Council member which spoke to Cyrus was black haired and very unique looking. His chin was box-like and was crowned with that of a 'Goaty'. It was a look which was very rare in Orkhids.

Cyrus: "As much as the death of Commandor Iraxx upsets me, i feel it as my duty to except his rank and honour his memory throughout my command."

He bowed his head in a fake solemness and tried to look upset for his fallen comrade. When really he was laughing like Hell inside.

Member #1: "Ve understand. It has been a shock to us also. Ve have had many-a-tradgedy back here asvell since you left. But i'm sure you vill sort it out vhen you get your promotion. Correct?"

Flicking a white strand of hair out of his eyes Cyrus nodded.

Cyrus: "Of course. Vhen vill i be getting that then? Just out of interest."

The Council member turned away and looked to the side of him, nodded and then turned back to face Cyrus again.

Member #1: "It all depends. How long have you had authority over the village...Pike?"

Cyrus: "Pyke...Around 2 years. We have met much resistance but my troops are strong and train hard, defeating all who oppose the Orkhid order. We also..."

Council member: "Yes...yes. Ve get the picture. You can have the promotion as soon as you vant it. You have met all necessary Orkhid standards. You can either come back or ve'll send a messenger with your ranking and we vill do your oath over the transmission...either way your promotion vill be legit."

It seemed to speak hurridly which made Cyrus suspicious. But the conversation centered around his promotion and the thought of him becoming more powerful made him ignorant and he shrugged off such suspicions.

Cyrus: "Send the messenger..."

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A yawn escaped the open mouth of one of the troops from Iraxx' squad. He was patrolling the barracks. He felt it strange that Iraxx had been killed by a Mudokon who knew sod all about him. Of course, it would make sense if the creature knew that higher class' of Orkhids dressed in different ways and pressumed that Iraxx was one of the more powerful one's. But only that of Orkhid blood knew such things...supposedly. His silver armour glistened in the moonlight sky making him seem like a kind of knight. He cracked his neck, growling lowly as he picked up the scent of something. It smelt strange...like it was mechanical but dead at the same time. He took a step into the shadows of one of the barrack buildings, he could hear his Orkhid brothers chatting and laughing away at little tales they were telling one another.
Ugh...no respect.
He shook his head in disgust. A Orkhid Commandor was murdered that day and they forget it like it was 3 years ago. But what could you do? He scratched behind his ear to get to a itch that had been plaguing him for the past 3 mins.
*Growl*
The hostile snarl game from ahead of him, seemingly stopping the itch in pure fear. A sillouette of something stepped out of the darkness 8-9 feet away from him. The troop moved forwards, cocking his gun and switching on the laser sight.

Troop: "Identify yourself!!"

The intruder smiled and stepped into the moonlight. It was Orkhid.

Orkhid: "5-50."

The trooper lowered his gun and took a step closer.

Troop: "What? What the Hell are you doing out here!? Shouldn't you be on patrol some place else or in the barracks!?"

As the Orkhid stepped forwards the soldier realised that the scent was being emitted from it. And as the beam of one of the moons lit the Orkhid up, he noticed it had no pupils. It didn't even seem to have eyes. Just blackness were the eyes should've been. But the pondering of what it was and why it smelt like it did soon passed as he felt a sharp pain in the side of his neck. He tried to struggle and shout but feeling light headed he merely brought up his gun and pulled the trigger.
*Doosh-Doosh-Doosh etc*
The bullets scattered through the air, hitting tree's, flowers, buildings and anything else that got in their way. A bark came from a stranger behind him and the soldier got thrown to the ground, landing on all fours. His neck penetrated with two small puncture wounds. The Orkhid that was stood before him chuckled and grasped hold of his coller and dragged him towards the bush'. And as he neared the woodland that they were dragging him to he heared a voice. It was female and merely said:

"Turn him..."

And then...all conciousness was lost.

(OOC:Sorry for longy pooness.)

[Jacob]

Lance: "This is what is to become of the world? A savage land of raped innocence and the devouring of sanity...it is such a shame."

The winged creature crouched down and scooped up a hand ful of dry soil.

Lance: "Such a shame i will have to correct the wrong doings..."

He let the soil drop to the ground and sighed. He was alone, wandering through the forest that lay barron to most life. Only inhabited by rebels and creatures in desperate need for safety. He stretched his arm out and ran it through the air, making ripples like it was water. Lance stepped back, admirring the ripple affect that happened in mid-air. Turning he picked up a rock and gently threw it into the 'water'. The rock dispersed into particles and then disappeared into nothingness...transported to a all different, all new Dimension. Cocking his head Lance took a step back and sat on a stump of a tree, resting his head in his hands he sighed once again.

Lance: "Boredom is a dreadful thing...Ahhh well. I 'spose Arias will entertain me for a while."

Standing up he clasped his hands together, blue eletric darted around them and tree's and plants started to bend. The landscape blurred and Lance's body shimmered. 5 seconds later everything seemed as if it was spinning, Lance slowly shifted backwards through time. The tree stump he sat upong quickly regenerated. The Orkhid structures dispersed into nothingness as did all Orkhid personal. The dead Mudokon's were alive again since the time was before their end. Adults changed to children and children changed to nothing. The forest was rapidly being rebuilt by time and the village slowly arising from the ashes. Finally everything started to slow down. Lance was still in the same spot, however there were many differences. One of them being he could now sense Arias. Another being that the forest was blooming with all kinds of wildlife, from birds to crickets and so on and so forth. Lance smirked and licked his lipless mouth.

Lance: "It is time Arias...it is time."

And as he smirked and wettened his mouth he dispersed, dispersed into nothing.

~End~

(OOC: This is the last chapter in this story. Lance is now in the proper time and proper Dimension...everything is normal now. (Thank God!!))