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Location: Landing Pad, Nova Polarisia. Hours later. There was a gathering of Size Devils and the island's soldiers from the two nations that had amassed on the landing site as Jodak and Kyrax made their landing in the chopper. "The eagle has landed." Jodak announced over her radio headset. Kyrax looked at her wondering what was next for her. When Jodak proceeded to shut down the equipment, and just as Kyrax was taking off her harness and helmet, the door on her side opened and Nila greeted her like a leader should, along with Fim and her twin sister, Morning Star. "Welcome home, Kyrax." The words that Kyrax had longed to hear her entire life were finally said to her, marking a somewhat emotional beginning to her new life. She finally showed Nila a smile and was searching for the proper words of gratitude until Nila waved her hand in front of her and put an end to the mental test. "Forget the exchange of pleasantries, there will be time for that later. You know Master Fim, and this is our other training senior instructor, Master Morning Star." Morning Star showed Kyrax that famous Giant grin she brought to the island from Jakabar. "Hello, Lynxie. I shall look forward to completing your training." "There are many things you must learn before you may bear the white suit. I have no doubt that you will surpass expectations." Fim paid Kyrax a compliment. "Err, Sergeant!" Nila then called over a female Tinerian soldier who was wearing the green uniforms of the Army and had a falchion on her hip. Like the others, this woman was golden blonde, had a short ponytail, blue eyes, and had a stern look on her face, glancing up at Kyrax who remained seated in the chopper. "Yes, Commandant?" The Tinerian Sergeant acknowledged her leader. "Sergeant, this is Kyrax of Evaland. She will be training to become a Size Devil. I want you to escort her to the island hospital to have her wounds treated on the double, Fim and Morning Star shall follow to answer any questions that Kyrax may have. I'm having you act as her assistant for the time, and when she is released from the hospital, she is to be shown to her quarters." Nila ordered the Sergeant who bowed and stepped aside for Kyrax to exit the aircraft. Kyrax no sooner exited the craft when Fim embraced her, held her close and reminded her that they were not like the butcher of Evaland. "This is where soldiers go to live and die when they have no home to return to." She spoke into Kyrax's ear. "I am grateful." Kyrax acknowledged. "Follow me, please." The Tinerian Sergeant, a girl who was blown up to Human size to guard the facilities, urged the three to follow her. Nila observed Kyrax being escorted inside, stopping at the entrance to be greeted by Lynka and Wessi who wished to welcome home their new comrade as well, and for Lynka to finally embrace Kyrax as a friend, not a foe. As soon as she saw Lynka's arms wrap around Kyrax, Nila knew that the personal distrust was gone and acknowledged the others who had come around the side to see her, including Jodak who was handing a tiny and nearly-deceased Tarten to Human-sized Sheri. "Here you go, love!" Izzy told Sheri. "Aww.... She's still there." Sheri murmured. "I administered the shock treatment when I picked them up." Jodak said. "In that case she's doing as we expected. Let's get her to the hospital and begin administering her drugs." Sheri said with Jodak and a few Tinerian Human-sized nurses following them inside, leaving Nila with Shamid, Saffron, Ellie, and Neya. "The family is getting bigger." Said Neya. "Indeed it is, Princess." Nila agreed, brandishing a long cigar from a pocket on her gray jacket, which Ellie proceeded to light for her before she removed a cigar to smoke. "What about Theodora?" Neya asked her. "Hmph..." Nila grumbled as she had no idea what to say. "We have looked everywhere. None of the Islanders have seen her." Said Ellie. "What about Ktan?" Nila inquired. "Nobody on the giantess intervention team has been informed yet, last I knew." Said Saffron. "Commander Jennings, I want you to get with Ramaduka and see what she can do for Ktan. She's her best friend, and Rammy will know how to beat approach it with Ktan. I don't need a thirty foot tall Zanzhi girl with an emotional rage." Nila said. "Got it." Saffron acknowledged while Nila took her first puffs from the cigar. "That poor girl. Losing her papa and her mother disappearing." Neya said of Ktan. "Hmph..." Again Nila quietly huffed as she thought about her next move. "Do you think Theodora is dead?" Asked Ellie. "No." Nila confidently spoke knowing that Theo was one of the more capable survivalists in the outfit. "In any case, I'm putting Rammy in charge of the Rammysian Nation as their representative to our executive council. Neya, I want you to head the Tinerian and Rammysian armies now, answerable to Ellie and I." "Honored." Neya agreed, feeling that her extensive training in both the Shiqaw Army and Zanzhi Scouts would benefit the tiny nations. "Shamid, I'm putting you in charge of Kyrax, we'll begin a new unit assigned to take care of certain types of individuals." Nila continued. "Fuck yeah!!!! Yes!!!!!!" Shamid jumped with joy, much to the chagrin of the others. "Are you mad? Shamid in charge of our killers?" Ellie questioned Nila. Full of excitement, Shamid pointed to Ellie and even wagged her finger at her, speaking slowly and with a deep, perhaps dooming voice. "Yes... Yes..." "How the hell does Shams get so lucky? She breaks all the new toys and still gets all the new toys." Said Saffron. "Relax, the compensation is peanuts." Joked Nila, a rare thing for her to do. "Yes..." Shamid agreed. At that moment, the bosses noticed Ramaduka and Nat stepping out from the entrance in their white suits. They appeared to be talking about a matter, even keeping eyes on one another, until Ramaduka's mother called to her. "Rammy!" Saffron yelled. At her size, Saffron was very loud at any vocal stage, and made Rammy jump when she called her. "Jeez! Bust my ears, will you, mother!" Rammy shouted back as she broke away from Nat and ran up to the bosses. "Have you seen Ktan yet?" Asked Saffron while Rammy came up to them and Nat followed in a normal walk. "Yeah, she's right behind Nat and I." Rammy responded. "Does she know yet?" Saffron asked her. "No, I ordered her to follow Nat and I out here so that we could speak with her in private about the incident. Why?" Rammy said. The bosses spotted Ktan ducking her head significantly as she stepped out from the entrance, already outfitted for a twenty foot-tall giantess, which was now below Ktan after her series of growth spurts. From outward appearances, Ktan appeared to have grown almost a half meter larger. Seeing the increase in size and understanding how much Ktan prized her increasing mass, the bosses each gave one another a worried look, knowing they would rain on her parade. "That's what we were going to request of you." Saffron said to her daughter. "Way ahead of you, mom." Said Rammy, whose dark hair blew in front of her face constantly from the wind. "Hey everyone." Nat greeted the bosses and stepped over to Rammy's left. Little did they know how happy Ktan truly was, and how much Rammy dreaded delivering the awful news of her father's death and her mother's disappearance. Before Ktan could reach them, Rammy looked to Shamid who she admitted greatly, and Neya, who she admired just as much as Shamid, and revealed her thoughts quietly to them. "I'm scared to tell her." Even Shamid's face drooped when they heard the fearless little Ramaduka admit she was afraid to tell Ktan about what had happened. "Tchah!" Ktan saluted the bosses who couldn't hide their distraught faces. Rammy knew her friend would be devastated. As Ktan stood behind her and over her bearing a huge smile after completing her first giantess mission, all Rammy wanted to do was crawl into a hole and die, rather than have to tell Ktan how her father died. A second prior to Rammy turning to face her giantess friend, some of the bosses observed a sparkling tear pouring out of her left eye, no doubt soon to be followed on the right side. After all, to Rammy, Tom was her tribal uncle, and Theo was like another mother to her after four years in the shared unit. The emotional toll it would take on them hit Rammy so suddenly, and yet when she turned to look up at giantess Ktan, she wore the bravest little face that she could, placed her little hands gently onto Ktan's left thigh, and tried her hardest to calmly explain to Ktan what happened to Theo and Tom. "Hey big, girl." She began. "Ktan we have some very unfortunate news for you. We had to cut your team off from the rest of the network because we didn't want to distract you, in fact, to our knowledge, Commander Minami and Lieutenant Yeo still do not know this." Said Nila. "What is it?" Ktan's smile disappeared, as she understood the gravity in the conversation had changed. "Ktan....... We had a terrible accident in the residential wing last night." Began Saffron, gently placing her hand on Ktan's arm. Ktan seemed to know that the news would affect her more than anyone else. Her usual starry eyes faded into a look of disappointment before the news came out. Then it happened, Ramaduka let out the story. "Sister Ktan, I'm afraid that an explosive charge was detonated last night. Commander Wessi and her students are still examining the ruins, but we believe it was the Ingolians who planted the device." Said Rammy, giving Ktan a moment to process the incident. But Ktan already knew from the tone that she had lost someone. Her head fell as low as it could and she started to cry quietly. "I'm afraid your dad didn't make it, and we have no trace of your mom.... I'm sorry, Ktan." Rammy tried to speak very delicately to the giantess. Ktan never looked up. Her said, bloodshot watery yellow eyes stared at the ground as tears as large as confections fell onto the ground with large splashes, one landing on Rammy, showing to be as big as her thumbnails as it ran down her hand and arm. For her part, Rammy tried to gently rub Ktan's thigh, and she embraced it, rubbing her cheek against it, mourning for Ktan too. Ktan desperately struggled to not cry so loudly. Her lips quivered, her muscles jittered in her arms and stomach area, the tears flowed heavily from her eyes, and she clenched her teeth as the pain of her loss almost sweat her off of her feet. What slipped past her lips were grunts, groans, and noises that displayed great agony. However, she never burst into a fit, and she couldn't move from her spot. "It's okay, big sis. I'm here. I'm here for you." Rammy told her in their shared language. "We'll leave you two alone for now." Ellie spoke to Ktan and Rammy, pointing at Nat and then to the door so that she understood to give the two space. As the bosses and Nat exited the landing site, which they noted as Ktan being bigger than the helicopter after her growth spurts, they looked back to see two friends who lost someone in their family, possibly two. The desire for revenge was stronger than ever before, except that the Ingolians were notoriously difficult to track down and were invisible to all intelligence circles, including to the Polarisian intelligence. For now it left Ktan a broken girl with a broken heart, but there was little doubt in anyone who witnessed Ktan at that moment, that she would pull herself together and join the fight more determined than ever.

Location: Morsetown, Human Leyland. That night. "Commander Minami speaking, we've leveled the arms industry inside this puny, pathetic, little town of tiny Human beings! Bwahahaha!!" Hana proclaimed over her radio. "Excellent work, ladies! I've already received intel that the Humans are working on an internal communique directing their defense ministry to contact us to negotiate a cessation of hostilities." Nila responded. "Think it'll work?" Hana replied. "Let them take us for fools." Nila insisted with a chuckle. "I like where this is going." Hana agreed as she stood high and above the city at dusk, setting her giantess dark brown eyes upon a small bakery near the left-most edge of her left boot. "I wonder, if I ate everything in that little story, would I taste any of it? I'm really huge!" "Feel free to have a little fun in the town, ladies. But do keep it to a reasonable limit. We have been keeping your team in darkness about an incident we have had here on the island." Nila responded. Hana looked at her giantess comrades. Allie was on her hands and knees, hovering about a small police response team and taunting them and their tiny weapons. Her huge neon green eyes were impossible for the constables to take their own eyes away from. "Man I swear it's as if this whole world shrunk! Haha! Do you little boys mind if I rest my big, huge boobs on your building?" Allie proceeded to lift her body up and put her breasts onto the roof of a five story building that houses the loc constables. They were too large and the building gave weight under them. "Haha! I've always wanted to do that!" She laughed at them. Then Hana observed Ktan lying on her back on top of the ruined industrial park. She was groping her breasts and playing with them, talking to herself in Zanzhi as though she were in a trance. It seemed that in growing into a thousand foot-tall giantess, Ktan had become euphoric and wished to remind the small world that she was bigger than all of the rest of them. Hana was about to approach her until she stopped when Ktan unzipped her suit, the sound of which was likely deafening to the population, and reached down to her crotch to play with herself while she squeezed the milk out of her right breast with her free hand. "Tchah! I'm huge!" Ktan giggled aloud. "Okay... I think I'll leave her for a minute..." Hana said and then turned back to Allie who was holding up a tiny patrol car in front of her left eye as if to examine it. "We should build a loop-the-loop for these toy cars!" Allie suggested. "Attention, giant girl! This is your final warning!" The chief constable called up Allie with a megaphone, which Allie had difficulty hearing. "Huh? What was that? I'm so giant, I can't hear you!" Allie asked him. "Leave our town or we will be forced to utilize everything we have to expel you!" The chief constable called out. "Ooooooh! Tiny guns!" Allie cheered on the idea, knowing her suit would absorb everything at her size. "Allie, what's going on?" Hana approached her, wondering about her developing confrontation until she suddenly tripped over a cluster of trees, uprooting them and forcing the 1000 foot-tall woman onto her front, crashing into the nearby army barracks, where soldiers hid in fear after their initial test fire on Ktan proved fruitless. "Look out!" Allie shouted, which shattered nearly every window within a ten block radius. "Oofff!!!!!" Hana landed, her prominent giant breasts crushed the barracks, levelling them flat. That was the moment when the tiny constabulary force opened fire on Allie only to see their lethal bullets bounce off of her suit without so much as an acknowledgement from their target. "I have to help my Commander, hold your fire, I'll be back!" "Are you joking?!" One constable raged at the chief. "She didn't feel a single bit of our volley!!" "I dunno about you fellas, but, I'm catching the next train out of here!" Said another constable. "I'm catching the next boobs out of here..." A third said, gazing up at Allie's cute bottom as she walked away, imagining himself planted firmly between her breasts, and dropping his gun onto the ground. "Giant boobies..." A fourth constable, a young man like the rest of them, said as he followed his partner. Up above the town, Allie approached her Commander and offered a hand to her. "Are you alright, Commander?" She asked Hana. "Ugh... I think no less than a thousand hand grenades just went off underneath my naval, and I think my nipple crashed into a water tower..." Hana mumbled and took Allie's hand. "I love being gigantic! This is fun!" Allie told her as Hana got on her feet and dusted her suit off. "Hey look, they scrambled the jets!" Hana pointed out beyond Allie. "Ooooh!!! Tiny jets!!!" Allie became excited. "Haha!!" Giggled Ktan who was busy pleasuring herself, not appearing to take the threat seriously. The first volley gunfire struck Hana and Allie each in their breasts, causing a ripple throughout them, and the two giantesses to become suspicious. "Okay, are they teasing us? I'm gonna get really horny if I keep getting tickled in the titties." Allie asked Hana. "Little men! Always shooting a giant girl's boobs just to see them bounce!" Hana accused the enemies of being flippant. "I can just imagine the underboob..." Allie murmured as a few jets flew beneath her breasts. "Boobs!" Ktan laughed as she shot her milk straight up into the sky and rained her lactation onto the town. "That's the spirit!" Allie told her. The jets that were scrambled to attack the giantesses then launched missiles at Hana and Allie. All they did was tickle them, and when Allie was hit by a missile in her crotch, she kneeled down and giggled loudly, mocking the tiny attackers as Hana stood over her and caught two tiny jets between her fingers. "Play nice!" She demanded. "Tchah-aaahaaaaaahaaaaaahhhhh!!!" Ktan bellowed, which made the other two look at her, observing the biggest member of their unit grow slightly bigger in size, suckling from her breasts and, doused in her own milk, and having already orgasmed all over herself in addition. "Are you serious?!" Allie gasped when she saw Ktan grow bigger. "She just grew!!!" "Tchah!!! Kekekekekeke!!!!!" Ktan giggled as again she grew in size for a second spurt, bringing her two nearly twice the size of Allie and Hana. "Ktan, if your mom is watching, she's going to slap the ever-loving crap out of you." Hana warned Ktan. "Tchah!" Ktan acknowledged and grew with another spurt. "She keeps growing in size, Commander!" Allie pointed out as she took another barrage of missiles to her calves, barely feeling anything being a slight prick. "Ow!! Little shits!!" In a reflex of the assault, Allie stomped three jets near her feet and caused them to explode underneath the sole of her boot. Meanwhile Hana scratched her head as she observed Ktan growing bit-by-bit, lying bare-breasts in the town at over twenty-thousand feet tall, allowing them to roll down the sides of her body and crushing things beneath them. "I'm big!" She said. "Err.... Ktan, perhaps we had better get your home." Hana realized that if Ktan was going to continue growing in size, she could damage things beyond an acceptable allowance. "I'd so fuck that." Allie mumbled as she realized Ktan was so huge that her record-breaking breasts were almost as big as Allie. "So would I, but I think we need to get her back home. I can already hear Theodora bitching us out." Hana mumbled. "C'mon, Milk Jugs, before you crush the whole town underneath your big toe!" "Yes!" Ktan cheered the idea as she got up and revealed how much larger than the other two she stood, zipping up her suit and waving down at them. "Err... That's one freakishly oversized tiny native girl." Remarked Allie. "Ktan...?" Said Hana, putting her hands on Ktan's suit at her hips. "I grew bigger! Kekekekeke!" An excited Ktan said. "That you did, my friend." Allie said as she was mesmerized by Ktan whose head was among the low-lying clouds. "I'm really envious right now..." "Theo is gonna kick my ass for this." Hana mentioned to her. "Tchah!!!" Ktan posed a cute salute down at the tiny town, crushing a warehouse beneath her sole. "Commander, why do you think Ktan played with herself like that? Could it be an ego thing?" Asked Allie. "It's probably her way of telling the imperialists that there is nothing they can do to stop her." Said Hana, which earned a nod from Ktan. "Big!" Ktan exclaimed again, then she spotted a sortie of jets inbound to intercept the giantesses. "Huh?" The first missiles that were launched hit Allie in many different places, pounding her with hardened tips, knocking her against Ktan's legs. "Ouch!! That hurts really bad!!" She yelled. "Bitch Bombs!" Hana realized what was being deployed against them. "Ballistic anti-giantess, heat-seeking missiles." Said Ktan, in rare form, speaking more than a few words at a time. "So that's what Rammy was talking about when she said it felt like she was being beaten with a cudgel!" Allie revealed the level of pain that she felt as Ktan reached down and helped her up. "It's the imperialists trying to take us as prisoners before negotiations! We are their bargain chips!" Said Hana. "Attention giantess women! This is the Imperial Air Force! You have trespassed and destroyed property that either belongs to the imperial government, or to a private party!" A loud speaker was heard blaring from a jet as it passed by Hana's ear. "We're destroying military targets!" Hana argued just before she backhanded a jet, and sent it on a long fiery crash landing. "Open fire!!" Allie said heard a phalanx of local soldiers begin to open rapid fire upon them to no avail. Seeing it, Ktan raised up her boot and heel, using the hardened sole to deflect the many hundreds of bullets, some of which struck the opposing force. This caused the soldiers to retreat into alleyways that were left standing, Allie turned to face them and she growled down at them as if to scare them into believing she would get them. "Rawwwrrr!!!!!!!" "She's pissed!! Let's get out of here!!" Hana observed the tiny men who were mesmerized and following the giantesses, they were trying to stay close beside a radio tower that was somehow still standing, and were easily in the path of destruction of the fighter jets that were doubling back to strike the women again. "Get out!! Go!!!" She demanded of them, gesturing for the men to scurry away. Missiles were scattered again, several of them struck Ktan in the back, and although they were the more devastation Bitch Bombs, Ktan was huge enough that they had hardly affected her even in high numbers. In fact, all that it did was tickled her. "Hehehehe!!!" "I said go!!!" Hana ordered the men to evacuate, becoming angrier by the second as they refused to leave. A few of the jets had branched away from the main group, two of them crashed into Ktan's fingers as she swung around to see what was going on. "She got me!!" One of the pilots screamed as he ejected from his aircraft. "We can take them! C'mon, ladies!" Hana marshalled her team to prepare for the return of the fighter jets, ignoring the men who were still gazing up at them like infatuated highschool boys. "I'm ready, Commander!" Allie assured her superior office. "Tchah!" Agreed Ktan, pulling out her breasts from her suit, which caused the ground to shake due to their immense size, bouncing up and down. "Ktan this isn't the time!" Hana tried to stop her. "Milk!" Ktan grabbed both of her breasts and began to apply a steady pressure. And within the second, Ktan was expressing her lactation onto the scene below them. Several thousand gallons of her breast milk sprayed everywhere, dousing the fighter jets in massive droplets, blocking the view from their cockpits. At the time the move seemed ridiculous but Ktan's maneuver pulled off an ingenious defeat of the tinier forces. Unable to see anything beyond a screen of thick white lactation on their windscreens, the pilots of the fighter jets began to lose control, and worse still, the milk was thick enough that as it entered the openings and soon the mechanisms of the jets, things began to malfunction. Some of the aircraft pilots ejected early, some waited. The entire sortie was downed, and Ktan proved victorious, posing with her breasts held in her hands, looking giddy as can be as she pumped her milk out with forceful motions. "Milk!" She said. "I can't believe it..." Hana admitted her astonishment. "Tchah!" "Ktan just wiped out a finger wing with her milk..." Allie said, equally as shocked as Hana was. "Tchah!" "That... Was... Awesome!" Allie cheered. "My boobs are the best boobs." Ktan said, folding her arms and closing her eyes as though what she said was uncontestable. The mission was completed, and with the fighter wing sent to attack the Size Devils absolutely demolished, and the platoon of soldiers who failed to make a dent in their suits scattered and scared, Hana concluded the action and gave the twirling signal with her finger, letting the other two know that it was time to return home. "I guess we're done here!" Allie said to Ktan. "Tchah!" "Commander Minami speaking, we're headed home." Hana told support over the air. "This is Narb speaking, congratulations on a job well done. We say the spectacular news." Narb answered Hana. "Roger, we'll see you soon." Hana signed off, stepping past a group of small buildings where a man was seen jumping and waving his arms up at her, desperate for her attention. Hana was not going to address the individual until she heard him declare that he was the mayor of Morsetown. So Hana stopped mid-step, the high heel of her boot rose above the roof on which he stood, which she held for a second to remind him how much more of a threat they were at their size. Then she crouched down, addressing him at eye-level, with pupils many times his size glaring down at him. "Okay, Lord Mayor. You've got my undivided attention." She spoke to him. "Stop!!! Leave our town!!! We can't handle this!!!" He begged her. "I don't care." Hana admitted with a shrug, then looked up to her team mates. "Allie, do you care that they are desperate? Ktan??" All shook their heads. "That's a decisive 'no', little Lord Mayor." Hana said. "We didn't do anything to deserve this!" The mayor continued to shout hysterically, while Hana rolled her eyes. "Don't you roll your eyes at me!!" "Look... I'm big, I'm busy, I've concluded our giantess military intervention... I don't have to listen to your pleading, you need to step aside or be stepped on." Hana intimidated the Lord Mayor who shrank away in her shadow as she said those words. "I want to speak with your supervisor!" Shouted the Lord Mayor. "What am I? I cop?! No!!" Argued Hana. "Then I want to speak to your commanding officer!" The Lord Mayor then demanded. "My superior officer? I'm sure she has more important things to deal with right now, like a lost dog or something..." Hana shrugged off the request by insulting the importance of it. "Then let me speak to the head giantess!!" The Lord Mayor then shouted as loud as he could, stomping his foot down. "I am the head giantess!!" Hana yelled back down at him, causing him gray hair to sweep back behind him from the force of her breath.. "Easy, little fella! That's Ultra Girl! She's the head giantess!" Allie cautioned the Lord Mayor. There was a standoff, Hana's huge eyes to the little Lord Mayor. Soon she made an offer to him that he couldn't refuse. "Now will you step aside and let us leave without incident, or shall I unleash my giant girls on the rest of your industrial capability?" She asked. "But... Your blonde-haired girl just left a mess in our town!" The Lord Mayor argued. "It's just a little orgasmic fluid and a few thousand gallons of lactation, is that such a big deal?" Asked Hana. "We can send you our chief foreign officer but, I'm pretty sure she's going to be too busy to get back with you within the next two months." Allie offered an olive branch, leaning down with her hands on her knees. "That's if Nat isn't booked clear to the autumn." Hana then turned to face Allie. "What'll it be, Lord Mayor? The more you hold us up, the more I'm inclined to have Ktan scoop up that little pastry shop at the end of Nuttman Avenue! Come on, we're busy big girls!" Hana pressured the official to relent. "Okay, fine! You win!" The Lord Mayor gave in. Hana smiled, then she got rose back onto her feet and stood so prominently above the building, hands on her hips, and staring down at the man. "What's the tiny population of your town, Lord Mayor?" She suddenly thought o ask. "Our what?" He asked her to clarify. "Your tiny population! How many people in your town have lost their height due to the virus?" Allie clarified. "Err... I cannot be sure. Something to the tune of half, I suppose." The Lord Mayor revealed. "Why?" "Hmph!" Hana huffed. "One day we shall return, when we do, your wells will be poisoned by the great Ktan Andersen." "Tchah!" Ktan agreed. "What does that mean?" Asked the Lord Mayor. "Don't worry about. Good day, little man." Hana bid the official farewell before she turned and continued to exit the town with Allie and Ktan behind her. Behind them, the three giantesses left more destruction that has ever been done by someone of their stature. Military industrial capacity in two towns were lay in ruins, other industries were sacked as a consequence of resistance. Causalities, while kept to a minimum, stacked up the harder they were pushed back against. Tracks with their boot prints the size of children's parks lead to the ocean, and Ktan's powerful milk left behind a serious problem unforeseen even by the Size Devils- a dairy product whose powerful growth properties didn't apply to Humans as well as it did other races and species.

Location: Rexic's escape tunnel, Evaland. Kyrax hobbled out of the only open escape route out of the bunker, a long narrow tunnel that her killing the power to the other escape doors didn't seal off. The timer was counting down, although she felt that it took her much longer than five minutes just to make it to the end of the tunnel where she had to use Rexic's top medal as a physical key to unlock the blast door that let her out into the dusky desert of Evaland. Once on the outside, she glimpsed at the horse of guards and soldiers who were abandoning their posts to run away, knowing that the countdown to disaster had begun. "I'm out! I've made it out!" Kyrax grunted. Hobbling as fast as she could while she continued to bleed, Kyrax worked through the pain and paced herself knowing that she and Tarten could be engulfed in a nuclear blaze at any moment. Unfortunately she collapsed onto her side, landing in the dusty desert about two hundred meters away from the exit. "Ugh... I'm sorry..." She moaned after she landed in the dust as the last few men ran past her. "Kyrax." "Huh?" She mumbled into her radio. "Kyrax, can you hear me okay?" Lynka was heard speaking to her over the air. The last person in the world that Kyrax wanted to hear at that moment was Lynka, yet Kyrax answered the call anyway. "What is it?" She responded. "Kyrax, you must get out of there." Lynka urged her. "I know, the fortress is going to blow at any second." Kyrax grumbled at her, sounding every bit as enthusiastic about talking to her as she felt. "No, I was able to delay the blast." Lynka revealed. "What??" Kyrax perked up and felt a tremendous weight behind lifted off of her. "I was able to get into contact with a few of my old friends in the Army Radio division in Bareqa. I have bought you some time, you need to get out of there." Lynka continued to urge her. "L- Lynka? Is that really you?" Kyrax then asked, unsure that Lynka would ever do anything to save her life until she remembered that she was carrying Tarten. "Yeah, it's me. I'm sorry about everything, Kyrax. I was wrong to distrust you." Said Lynka. "Lynka." Wessi spoke up. "It's okay, Commander. I want to hear what Lynka has to say." Kyrax cut off Wessi who she suspected was likely to reem her for entering the mission again. "Lynka, why?" "Why?" Lynka repeated. "You hated me, you even tried to kill me. Why the sudden change of heart?" Asked Kyrax. "Because I believe deep down that you have come very far. I realized that when Tarten wished to be your friend, she wouldn't have picked you and trusted you with her life if you harbored ill will toward us. I was wrong about you, wrong to think you would still try to go against us." Explained Lynka. "It's okay, Lynka, I understand. The truth is, I probably would have acted the same had I been in your suit and you in mine. I don't think what you did was wrong on its face, I just think that you're one of those lucky few who require more evidence about a person's character than most of us do." Kyrax replied, assuring Lynka with her tone. "Really? I hope we can move on from this, Kyrax." Said Lynka. "I'll pay you a visit when I get back home, huh?" Kyrax suggested. Lynka lit up and Kyrax could hear her smile on the other end of the line when the suggestion was made. "I'd like that, Lynxie." She said. "If anything, I must admit that I respect your protective nature. It's your home, it's your family. In the end, you were doing what you thought was right, and I suggest all of you think about what she had done, and realize that not all of you would have acted differently." Kyrax then spoke to everyone else. "But still, she didn't need to-" "Cut her some slack, Commander. You've done your part being professional and courteous toward me, and I admire that tenacity, but tell me what you really think." Kyrax interrupted Wessi. "I think she makes an excellent bitch." Joked Wessi, earning a few chuckles from the unit. "Hey, Commandant? Do we have room in our unit for expansion? Can Kyrax become a Size Devil like us?" Lynka then thought to ask, which showed Kyrax that she had indeed wished to make amends with her. Kyrax smiled, and so did Nila who responded. "Nothing would make me happier than to invite Kyrax to join us. That's up to you, either way, I would recommend that you make our quaint little island your home, because the rest of the world will now be hunting for a giant Desert Lynx." "It would be my honor." Kyrax agreed, feeling a few of the proverbial butterflies in her stomach as she proclaimed her desire to join the nation of Nova Polarisia. "Great, we'll bring her in and onboard her. Fim, will you and Morning Star prepare a suit for and gun for Kyrax?" Nila requested. "We thought you'd never ask." Morning Star said, implying that the idea was already implemented. "I have a present for you, Lynxie." Lynka suddenly spoke up. "What is it?" "Not far from you to the east, I've spotted on imagery a camouflaged helicopter that doesn't appear to be manned, but is being guarded. It must be operable for them to be guarding it like they are. It's just two men with pistols, you can handle it, can't you?" Lynka asked. "Oh, my father's private helicopter. I'll have the pilot fly me to a location where Izzy can meet me more quickly." Kyrax said. "By the way, did any of you happen to hear what I obtained from Rexic?" "No." Lynka admitted. "He claimed it was the cure you've been looking for." Kyrax said. "That's incredible! Izzy, how far out are you from Evaland?" Nila responded. "Izzy here, I am minus two hours." Jodak replied. "Well then... I guess you better get moving, Lynxie. Izzy can pick up the tracker in Tarten's suit." Lynka instructed her. "Lynxie... I think I can get used to that nickname." Kyrax told her. "By the way, what friends do you have in the Light Army Radio corps?" "My former Instructor at Central Command Academy, and also my former Major who taught me a lot about their radio and other communications systems. It's lucky for us that she knew the spies in Evaland's capitol fortress. Anyway, Kyrax... I guess... This is goodbye for now, but it isn't farewell." Lynka told her before she signed off from the conversation. "And I'll be back soon, you feisty blue-haired bitch of a nerdy girl." Kyrax teased her. Kyrax had stayed down in the dust during her conversation. She turned her head and easily spotted with her sharp eyes two men in uniform beyond a thin line of desert trees who were pacing the ground around desert tan camouflaged helicopter that was powered down- expecting a Presidential arrival at any moment. Kyrax smiled as she powered through her pain and climbed onto her feet, then she stumbled away with the platinum-plated revolver in her hand, thinking of her new home among the Size Devils as their newest member, belonging to a grateful nation and a compassionate new family. Most importantly, with the cure, Kyrax hoped to finally be rid of OWO.

Location: Rexic's private bunker, Evaland. "Kyrax..." Kyrax heard a voice call from her cleavage, little Tarten was quietly trying to get her attention while the latter searched control panels from deep inside the private bunker of Evaland's supreme Commander, hoping to cut off power to the escape hatches. "What is it?" Kyrax asked. "Kyrax. I am in a lot of pain." Tarten muttered. "Where are you hurting?" Wessi asked overhearing the conversation through the radio. "Everywhere..." Tarten answered. "Just stay with me, I'm almost finished with this forsaken place." Kyrax groaned, pulling on a circuit switch that she was sure was responsible for emergency power. "Uh oh... Tarten's oxygen level is dropping steadily." Wessi said over the radio, sounding deeply worried. "Kyrax... Kyrax..." Tarten kept trying to get her attention, only now, Kyrax realized somewhat was totally amiss with her fairy partner. "What's wrong?" Kyrax asked, looking at Tarten who appeared to have difficulty with keeping herself above the cleavage. "I think I'm dying..." Tarten said. "Oh shit." Kyrax muttered, as did a few of the others who overheard the conversation. "What's wrong Tarten? It's Sheri, please tell me what's wrong." Sheri, the senior fairy support entered the conversation. "Everything is going dark..." Kyrax recognized the words and the look. Tarten had been injured worse than anyone thought. Her eyelids fluttered to stay open. "Stay with me." Kyrax insisted. "Tarten! I need you to speak to me!" Sheri persisted. "Her heart rate is slowing down." Wessi mentioned. "Kyrax, I hope I was a friend to you..." Tarten muttered up to the mercenary who was afraid to lose her only support. "At least I'm going to die on Evaland soil..." "Kyrax, you have to kill Rexic and get out of there. We were going to wait to send Izzy to pick you and Tarten up until after the action had been concluded, but I am having her leave now to collect you." Nila ordered Kyrax who was watching Tarten go cold and limp. "Heart rate approaching zero." Wessi proclaimed. "Are you listening to me, Kyrax?" Sheri entered the conversation. "Yeah, who are you?" Kyrax asked having never met Sheri. "I'm Sheri, Tarten's superior. Listen to me very carefully. Darrkeffa die differently, even after our heart rate has collapsed and we've gone cold, there is still a chance to resuscitate us. Tarten was only warning us." Explained Sheri. "She still has a chance?" Asked Kyrax. "Her heart has stopped completely." Wessi announced. "Yes, that's why we're not panicking yet. If you play your cards right, we can buy Tarten some time." Sheri explained. "Okay, how?" Kyrax asked. "I don't want to see Tarten die." "It's simple, she has to be kept very warm, and she must be administered a special shock treatment that we have devised. Izzy is bringing it with her." Sheri explained. "Is there anything else that I can do now?" Asked Kyrax. "Possibly." Sheri said. "Even after we have technically died, our senses still work somewhat. If you can kill Rexic, she may sense the relief in you and it may stimulate her body's survivability." "Fine then, I won't kill Rexic for me, or for the world, I'm doing it for Tarten, the little one." Kyrax assured her, sipping up her suit to close off Tarten's body, just before she killed the power to the escape hatch, which as she knew, left only the long tunnel out of the underground as the sole escape route. "Do you think he knows?" Asked Wessi. "I think he's known this day was coming for decades." Kyrax said as she stepped out of the electrical room into a huge disused auditorium once utilized to entertain Evaland's elite during times of crisis while others suffered. Kyrax hopped off of the balcony she was on and exited through a set of doors beneath it, stepping out into a long corridor with a long blue rug extended down to the very end which she rushed to. His private quarters were never patrolled, for everyone in Evaland feared being in his shadow, never daring to knock on his door or question his judgement. On her way to the door at the end of the corridor, Kyrax imagined what he looked like several years after escaping, if he had changed, if he still hunted his enemies while they ran naked through his underground maze under the false premise that there was an escape. At last, Kyrax walked through the door and found herself inside of the power generator room where she heard him call her original name. "S-12." Half of the lights in the huge room went dark when Rexic called her. She stopped near the center, pushing her back against one of the six generators that was integrated with a pillar. She looked both ways, noting the four doors, one one every side of the room. Kyrax was lost having never stepped behind that point in the bunker, even with Rexic guiding her. She hurried to the door opposite from the one she entered through, only to find that it opened into a small closet with nothing inside of it. In the end, Kyrax rushed the other doors and found that they led nowhere as well. She had effectively been lured into the dead end and she knew it. Just as she clawed her back against the concrete wall beside the last dead end door, she heard her former master call to her. "S-12." "Rashik the Butcher of Evaland!! Show your face to me again!! I've come to kill you!!" Yelled Kyrax, calling Rexic by a variant of his name, and by his international alias. The call out worked. Kyrax heard a loud buzzing sound and the roof to the room slid open, meanwhile the entirety of the generator room appeared to change shape through a series of many mechanisms. Before the minute was over, Kyrax has been unwittingly placed into the maze she has always heard legends about, but never saw with her eyes. Every wall to the maze began to rise up and detach from the floor, and revealed that Kyrax was actually inside of one gigantic steel hangar. And finally as the maze was clear of the view, suspended above by long metal cables, Kyrax, for the first time in years, came face-to-face with the President of the Supreme Council of the Union of Evaland; the Supreme Commander of Evaland's forces; the lover of Ursa; and her master, and creator- Rexic the Butcher of Evaland, the fabled Fallout King whose nuclear experiments wiped out an entire race. "Hello S-12, you've returned home to me, as I always knew that you would." He greeted her with an automatic machine gun in his hands. Rexic had turned from gray to white in the years that he and Kyrax were separated. His long beard had grown longer and more wiry. His heavy eyebrows appeared bushy, his war-battered blue eyes glared at his creation with both envy and disappointment. The chiseled wrinkles on his face, earned from decades of terrorism, war, extorting foreign governments, and abusing his creations, had gotten deeper.  Under his black beret he had a large scar left on his face, which Kyrax fondly remembered giving him when she was young after he had tried to rape her. Last there was his black and gray Evaland Army uniform and large light blue epaulettes bearing the emblems of his rank. He wore so many ribbons and medals that his uniform doubled in weight from them- many which were created just  for the simple idea of decorating himself more. That was the part that Kyrax hated the most about him, and without a gun to confront him with, Kyrax entertained their reunion if only for a moment. "I see the mercury pain killers haven't killed you off yet, father." "You returned to serve me, fall in, S-12." Rexic attempted to command her. "I have a name!! And I came back to free myself and many others from the nightmares and from the terrorizing shadow of your government!!" Kyrax spat at him with so much rage that she found difficulty with being coherent. "A false name given to you by fools in white suits." Argued Rexic. "Those white suits have shown me more compassion than you or the Humans ever did." Kyrax argued back. "Is that what you wanted? To be given compassion and treated a victim of a higher being? I had no idea you were that much of a failure." Rexic taunted her. "And that's why your government persists with insane experiments?" Asked Kyrax. "No, Selvja and Orkidna were created for my pleasure alone, but as when their potentials were seen, we put them to good use." Said Rexic. "You're a very sick mind." Kyrax told him. "Admit that you like to kill just as much as you liked me showing you how we reproduce. You were also meant to give me the son that I could never have with my spouse, and even at that you failed." Rexic continued to lament his own failures with Kyrax. "And that's how you ended up with that scar. Those women in white gave me someone to go back home to, you only gave me wounds that will never heal." Kyrax responded. "Just like with your Darrkeffa friend. I heard your radio transmission." Rexic revealed that the conversations had been tapped. "My Darrkeffa friend has a name too, and her name will be the death of you." Kyrax growled. "Then it is what it is." Said Rexic, who retrieved a remote from his uniform trouser pocket, and activated the maze, lowering it down to their positions, initiating the only fair duel in his twisted mind. "S-12! Even if you kill me, the nightmares will never stop, and neither will the experiments!" The great game was afoot for Kyrax versus her master. Rexic took the hunt in stride, knowing that the maze was impenetrable and advantaged him due to having memorized the layout. Kyrax lacked size change and a ceiling prevented her from climbing over the walls. For once, she felt that she was in danger of dying, and that brought a fear that Tarten wouldn't be saved, the experiments in Evaland would continue, and the world would still have one more mad man to contend with. "Commander." Kyrax spoke quietly into her radio. "What is it, Kyrax?" Wessi asked her. "It's my master, and my maker." Kyrax told her. "I know it, Lynxie, I know it." Wessi replied to her. "I'm unarmed, he's toting a Kruger Automatic. If he spots me from a distance, i'm through, Tarten's through, and I'll have let you down." Kyrax lamented, feeling too disadvantaged to be hopeful. "A Kruger automatic? The standard weapon of the Evaland Army. Seven and a half millimeters of lethality at 2200 feet per second. I'm sorry to say this, but your master is testing your wits, he's giving you the ultimate trial by fire." Wessi replied. "With all of those medals he's wearing, I can't be sure how deadly he is, but there are plenty of them pinned to his uniform. He's seen a lot of combat in his day." Kyrax remarked, which sparked an idea in Wessi's mind. "Kyrax, listen for their jingle. If he's wearing ribbons and medals, they'll make noises when he moves and you should be able to hear them when he's close by. Your lynx ears are sensitive to sounds we can't pick up, make use of them." Wessi told her. "Good luck, Lynxie. We're counting on you." Said Sheri. "Yeah, make him regret having ever created you. That's the ultimate revenge." Shamid told her. It was the only thing that brought Kyrax a sense of hope. She took Wessi's advice seriously and her ears perked a little, listening for her master's movement which she could hear. The words of encouragement from the team in Nova Polarisia gave her renewed optimism, and then her master stopped in his tracks near a far away corner, and she heard him call to her by the echoes of his voice. "S-12! I know you are in league with those fools in white!" He said, while Kyrax kept quiet and carefully pranced around a few corners to find her prey. "Listen to me! They don't have your best interests at heart! That spiteful computer hacker will only betray you again! She planted the virus in you, she is the one who gave you that heart attack and attempted to kill you!" Rexic exclaimed to her. Kyrax put her back against a wall near a corner at a three-way, and she curled one of her fists when she thought of Lynka. Kyrax understood that her master was attempting to distract her. "I don't want you to surrender to me, I want you to fight me like the warrior that you were created to be! As your Commander, I expect a perfect performance out of you, and to surrender, to give up, would only make your failure complete!" Rexic continued to ramble and then fell silent for a few minutes while Kyrax quietly continued to hunt him down, having few options of killing Rexic but with her own hands. "Kyrax, I know that you can hear me." Rammy spoke into her radio. Kyrax stopped when she heard her friend speak. Of all of the Size Devils she held a place in her heart, Ramaduka Jennings had the largest share. Her voice, soft and very indigenous in tone, calmed Kyrax's wounded and lonely heart. She remained quiet, and Rammy continued to speak to her, encouraging her. "My people have an expression that every wound shows in the eyes of a person. When I look into your eyes, sometimes I want to cry for you. I never do, because I know that to do so would hurt you more that it would help you. Kyrax, we love you on this island, and the boy who I paired you with wants to know why his love has disappeared. You have an opportunity to return to us and live a family life, you cannot give up on us yet." Unfortunately the words, as beautiful as they were, did nothing but hype Kyrax for a victory that was far from guaranteed. "I wasn't surprised when you made your exodus from the country! You were bantering endlessly about how much you preferred to die over continuing your training in Evaland!" Laughed Rexic, sounding as though he had made it to a different corner of the maze. On her way down a long corridor in the maze, Kyrax heard the jungle of Rexic's awards that he seemed to value greatly. It brought a smirk to her face knowing that his vanity and his love for the valor could spell the end for him. And yet when she reached the far end of the corridor, and she peeked around its corner, she saw an empty portion of the maze and a single corner around which it continued. "Was it so bad? You saw it as torture, I knew it was building the ultimate soldier!" Rexic proclaimed, sounding far away again. Kyrax continued to stalk the sound of his voice whenever he spoke. And again she heard the jungle of his many decorations on the other side of a wall by which she stood. Not knowing she was within a few feet of him, he gave away his position and again taunted her with his boisterous gravelly voice. "I know what you've come for! It wasn't only to kill me, it was for this! Do you know what I have in my hand? It is the true cure to the current iteration of the OWO plague! A gift from our Human partners!" Kyrax stopped shy of turning a corner when she heard about the alleged true cure. The pupils in her eyes went narrow and vertical like true cat's eyes when he claimed to be holding it in his hand. It was the ultimate gift that she could give to her Size Devil friends. "Don't you want it?" Asked Rexic. Kyrax quietly pranced around a corner after she triangulated her master's voice. She wound up at a dead end, tricked by Rexic who the. Bashed the back of her head with his machine gun and caused her to black out for a few short seconds on the concrete floor. As she came to, she felt the back of her bloodied head, and her blurry vision cleared up quickly. "Unnhhhh..." She moaned. "The student can never surpass the master in Evaland!" Rexic told her. And once again, Kyrax was met with Rexic's dark yellow and brown teeth as he grinned down at her, his gun's muzzle a few inches removed from her face. She swiftly kicked the gun out of his hands when his appeared to be focused on intimidating her one last time before the kill. And before his gun could land, he drew a platinum-plated revolver from his hip holster and aimed it at Kyrax, backing away and bearing now a more serious expression. It was Rexic's famous side arm, with each .41 caliber bullet engineered to fragment on impact and release the most lethal venom in the Otherworld, that of an Evaland indigenous snake species known as the Ruby-Eyed Viper. A shot from his gun, if death wasn't instant, guaranteed death within a ten minute window, sometimes as quick as six minutes. It appeared that Kyrax was beaten when she stared down his platinum-plated gun. "You never earned a name beyond S-12. Had you remained at my side and did as you were told, you could have chosen any name you wished for." Rexic revealed to her. "You're a truly evil man, Rashik." Said Kyrax. "And you're a dead cat. Turn around and die like the failure you are, unless you would rather be shot in the face." Rexic commanded his creation. "I'd rather be shot in the heart, so I would know for sure that I had one all along." Kyrax argued, turning around slowly. "You don't need a heart!" Chuffed Rexic. "Shows how little you actually know about your own creation." Kyrax argued back. "Goodbye, S-12." Rexic said to her as he cocked back the hammer of his gun. Without a final word, Kyrax heard the report of Rexic's gun and a .41 caliber bullet struck the left side of her back, causing her to collapse onto the floor in apparent defeat. She had failed Tarten, she had failed the Size Devils, but she couldn't fail the world and let the mad man live. When he came to the side of her scoffing at her demise, laughing hysterically as he imagined Kyrax dying out, she set in motion her last chance to kill him. "I think I'll watch you die! Soon the convulsions will start, then your senses will fade, then you'll be sent into cardiac arrest while your lungs are disabled, and death will take you! At least you'll die on Evaland soil!" He laughed at her, giving Kyrax the idea to fake the convulsions early, hoping it would cause Rexic to take his gun off of her and lower his guard. Kyrax started to shake and pretended to convulse and drool violently as she lay in her own blood on the floor. Rexic was fooled into thinking he had won, and soon he squatted to watch her die more closely. Then she struck. With a burst of energy, she hurled herself on top of him, causing him to drop his gun onto the floor, and she slammed him against the concrete maze wall by the neck with her freakish strength, likely breaking his neck. With bloodshot blue eyes and look in his eyes knowing that he had made a serious mistake with her, let him live long enough to say her final words to him. "A little lesson in the Desert Lynx, papa Rashik! We're immune to snake venoms!" She growled, then with her powerful claws, she ripped open the base of his neck to shred open his jugular. "A gift from my friends!" Then she reached into the pocket of his uniform, seeing the print of a small bottle inside of it, retrieving what appeared to be the cure for the OWO virus and held it up for him to see. "And now a gift to my friends." Marking her genesis as a Polarisian soldier, Kyrax killed her master by going for his jugular, except at a normal size and not while small. He bled out so quickly that she hardly had the time to release him before she was covered. And as a final insult to him, Kyrax ripped his most prestigious medal off of his uniform, named after him and only awarded to the most valiant soldier in his beloved military, and out in his her chest beside Tarten. "I have a new master now, and her name is Fim." She quietly told his corpse before picking up his platinum-plated handgun and staggering away with a massive bullet lodged in her back side. With Rexic dead, Kyrax stumbled out of the maze into a small area of his bunker. She knew that his top medal was his access to anywhere in the fortress, causing the doors to unlock when she went near them because of its transmitter, built into the base of the medal that connects to the ribbon. Just when she thought she could rest for a moment, she received a call from Wessi. "Lynxie? Has he been eliminated?" She asked her. "Affirmative. Rexic is dead, and I might be soon too if you don't get me out of here." Kyrax huffed into the radio. "I'm afraid it gets worse." Wessi said. "How can it get worse?" Grunted Kyrax, sitting on a chair beside a plain desk with the gun on her lap. "I have discovered that our transmissions are being intercepted by the Light government. They're worried about their involvement with Evaland's experiments leaking out to the public. They've placed several spies inside that fortress, and we are picking up signals from their radios indicating that they have activated the nuclear detonation sequence." Said Wessi. "So what does that mean?" Kyrax asked. "You had better get out of there, my friend. That whole place is set to blow in approximately four minutes!" Kyrax's return to Evaland was triumphant, yet her second exodus had to be made, she had to get Tarten back to her family.

Location: Archives, Syndalva, Evaland. Less than one hour later. As soon as Tarten recovered from the vicious attack of the plant, she assessed Kyrax's injuries and determined that she indeed had suffered from a fracture to her cheek bone. Kyrax complimented Tarten for her speeding bullet power at a tiny size, and in turn, she continued to receive praise for saving Tarten's life. With the mission still in go, Kyrax resumed her trek through the fortress until she reached a place that sent her memory into overdrive- the archives. With very little light emanating from the windows, coming from a setting sun, Kyrax and Tarten entered into the shadows of the room, and Kyrax was brought back to her normal size after exiting a maze of stacked boxes. Kyrax left behind her share of tiny claw marks in the boxes she had to squeeze by. Once she saw the gigantic metal stacks of books, records, files, maps, and drawings- she knew well where she was located in the fortress. "It's dark in here, and kinda chilly." Tarten remarked as she flew onto Kyrax's shoulder. "It's the old military archives." Said Kyrax, gazing up at the multilevel interior with many walkways aisles crisscrossing. "Is that a good thing?" Tarten asked her. "I remember this place." Murmured Kyrax. "Is it guarded?" Asked Tarten. "No, never. At least, it never was during my time here... But you can bet the doors are locked." Kyrax told her, turning and gazing up and around the familiar, drafty old cave of a room. The windows all had bars around them and they were so old and worn that the wind outside was drafting in through openings in the frames. Most of the metal book cases were rusted, and every single book and box looked as though they had enough dust settled on them to cover a theatrical set with fake snow. Whenever the two spoke, their voices carried all throughout, and the only other noises were the howling wind outside and whatever noise happened to be heard from it. Then Tarten noticed blood stains on the floors. "Is that blood?" She pointed to a nearby stain the size of a bed mattress. "Yeah, the Evaland government used the archives for torture and interrogation when they're new site was being constructed many years ago." Kyrax answered, closing her eyes and remembering the scenes she witnessed and worse. Tarten could see the horrifying images in Kyrax's memory. The worst of it was that at a young age, Kyrax was forced to participate in the practices. "You tortured them when you were young..." She murmured up to her. "I did." Lamented Kyrax. "Kyrax, we aren't all saints." Wessi told her over the radio. "I..." Kyrax started to speak until she felt the guilt of killing and torturing people, many probably innocent of the crimes they were accused of. "I feel a sense of humanity when I think of it now." She said, looking at her hands and claws, remembering them being blood soaked as a child. "Poor Lynxie..." Muttered Tarten. "Don't feel sorry for me, I don't need sympathy." Kyrax confessed her true feelings of the matter. "It's no wonder you have difficulty with people." Wessi said. "What are you, the psychiatrist now? I guess I should have kept my mouth shut." Kyrax bitterly replied, refusing to engage in the topic any longer, which was picked up immediately. "S-12!!!!" Kyrax's gaze shot up to look at the floor above where she saw Orkidna holding her pump shotgun up and aiming for her. Sensing the return engagement having begun, Kyrax speedily exited the room through a doorway into a corridor. Orkidna gave chase and as Kyrax ran by a doorway at the other end of the corridor that she was approaching, she dodged the shotgun blast, somersaulted out of the room through a steel door. "Here, kitty kitty!!" An angry Orkidna taunted her. As Kyrax's pistol was likely devoured by an exotic plant in the experimental greenhouse, she was left with one weapon and had no way to deploy it effectively in close quarters. She dashed through the stacks in another wing of the archives, Orkidna gave chase and shot at Kyrax again, also missing her for the second time, swearing under her breath that she would kill the woman. "Let me take care of this woman!" Tarten said to Kyrax as the latter ran for cover. "I have to get to a place where I can pop off the last round from Sweet Lady!" Kyrax huffed as Tarten took off from her shoulder in search of the enemy. "Where are you going?!" But it was a feeble attempt to help Kyrax in the end. Just as Tarten looked back to assure Kyrax that she would take care of the problem, she missed Orkidna leaping out of an aisle behind her, prepared to strike the flying Darrkeffa girl with the butt of her shotgun like it was a bat, and she was the ball. Before Tarten had the time to react, she was sent flying to the ground, the third major potentially-concussive injury she sustained during the mission, and unfortunately, a particularly bad one, which Kyrax witnessed in horror. "Tarten!!" She shrieked out. "What's happening?" Wessi asked over the radio. "You're next, kitty cat!!!" Cackled Orkidna, stepping on Tarten as she rushed for Kyrax. "Damn!!! She was just smacked down and stepped on!!! Tarten, can you hear me?!!" Kyrax replied over the radio, trying to get away in the aisle between two book cases. "Major Tarten, do you read me?" Wessi repeated over the radio. Laughing hysterically as she saw Kyrax as prey on her hunt, Orkidna pursued Kyrax through the stacks, purposefully not wasting anymore of her shot, but managing to reload the two spent shots as she continued the hunt. "Lick this, furry bitch!!" When Orkidna had a clear shot of Kyrax, she pulled the trigger and sprayed her with shot pellets, yet she was far enough away that all of them bounced off of her resilient suit. Kyrax continued to flee for a spot where she could deploy Sweet Lady against Orkidna, preferably in the middle room where there was space for the shell to space out its homing shot. Wessi was continuously attempting to reach Tarten, but her radio was silent, and when Orkidna blasted Kyrax through a plywood barrier that covered an opening in a concrete wall, the mercenary finally felt alone and in critical danger for the first time. Falling onto her side as she stepped out onto the walkway in the center room, Kyrax reached for Sweet Lady until Orkidna appeared in front of her, preparing to shoot Kyrax dead with her gun, bearing a wide evil little grin and those crazy eyes that were beginning to remind Kyrax of Fim. "No, no, no! No!!! Bad kitty!!!" With Sweet Lady in her hand, Kyrax had to freeze and hold still with the muzzle too close to the wall to be effective. She had a clever idea to trick her for, however, and with her death appearing to be imminent, she thought to make one last bargain with Orkidna, if she had enough of a conscience to her scrambled brain at all. The psychotic approached while she laughed and chuckled at her. "What are you laughing at, you crazy fool?!" Kyrax questioned her. "Oh!!! You don't get to question me!!! Where is my experimental sister!?!" Orkidna questioned Kyrax with the muzzle of her shotgun placed against Kyrax's cheek. "I didn't kill her. I merely cut her down to size." Kyrax answered, somewhat truthfully. "Huh! That's a fancy shotgun, I'll be taking it from you!" Orkidna said while her hand swiped it from Kyrax's. Kyrax's plan had a chance, and she sought to pounce on the idea. "If I'm going to die, will you at least not drive my own sword through me?" "Hah!!!! Hahaaaaa!!!!! Hahahahaha!!!!!" Cackled Orkidna. "Your head is mine, kitty cat!!!!!" "Surely you were created to be a fighter, where's your sense of honor?" Kyrax questioned Orkidna. "Hmmm.... You didn't kill Selvja?" Orkidna asked, appearing to soften a little. "I shrunk her and that's it! Now you have killed my fairy partner, at least use my own sword against me!!" Kyrax demanded. "Hah!!! Hahaaaaa!!!!!!" Cackled Orkidna, then breathing deeply as though to hype herself. "I've long waited to prove my worth!" Kyrax ignored a short monologue from the psycho as she looked to the shot wounds on the left side of her body, the second such wounds it received from her. "Agh!" She grunted as she poked at a wound to try to feel how deep it had gone. Finally the psycho quit her rambling and then raised up Kyrax's Sweet Lady shotgun to blow her head off. She was a few feet away, and Kyrax was ultimately nervous that it was too close a shot. "Bye, bye, pussy cat!" Orkidna said to her while she pulled the trigger slowly and bore a mean grin. At last the gun went off. For a brief second, if that, Kyrax's eyes gazed at several small yellow plasma shots that stopped midair, centimeters from hit her in the face, spinning and locking in on Orkidna before reversing direction. "What the?!" Orkidna said just as it happened, with every shot from the gun striking her and shrinking her down so small that Kyrax was sure that she had slipped through the grating. Kyrax had held her breath during the episode, and finally gasped when she realized that she was still normal and able to continue her fight. She checked her wound one more time and remembered that Tarten had been struck by Orkidna's shotgun and stepped on. "Tarten..." She mumbled as she got up and hobbled along the wall in a lot of pain. "Right here." Kyrax heard in her left ear. "What the hell!!!" Kyrax exclaimed as she had seen Tarten land on her shoulder from the periphery. "I thought you were dead!!" "So did I! But never underestimate my ability to go hyper and slip through the crack in the floor!" Tarten joked, but appeared to have dazed eyes and had trouble balancing on Kyrax's shoulder, which the latter noted. "How the hell did you survive that hit, though? Your balance is off!" Kyrax said. Tarten had a sudden collapse and fainted. Thanks to her superior responses, Kyrax caught her in her hand, observing that Tarten was still breathing, but was badly hurt and needed help. "Kyrax speaking, Tarten has collapsed." She spoke on her radio. "Why didn't she respond to our calls? Is she breathing?" Wessi asked. "I don't know, and that's an affirmative." Kyrax responded. "Kyrax, if she's badly injured and needs medical attention, you must hurry and eliminate Rexic before she gets worse." Nila advised. "I know where he hides out, it's just below this area, and I know the shortcut." Kyrax said. "Oh? " Replied Wessi. "Rexic was my master, he showed me how to get to his private bunker below the fortress from the archives. There's a reason why the archives are off limits to everyone, it's part of his escape route." Revealed Kyrax. "Can it still be done in a timely fashion?" Asked Nila. "Yeah but... I'm out of ammo for Sweet Lady, my pistol was probably eaten by a plant experiment, and the bitch I just zapped had her shotgun shrunk with her. Tarten is out, and I'm without an effective weapon." Explained Kyrax. "Then kill him with whatever you have." Nila said. "That's easy to say, but you don't know what he's like." Growled Kyrax. "I don't need to know, you do." Argued Nila.

Location: Experimental greenhouse, Syndalva, Evaland. "I want to see your injury." Tarten ordered Kyrax as she hovered around her body, trying to get a glance at the huge gash she received from Orkidna, which Kyrax was attempting to hide by repeatedly turning. "If you don't stop moving, I'll have to make you extremely small and dangle you like a keychain!" "It's nothing!" Kyrax assured her. "Freaking, Kyrax!" Tarten grunted as she attempted to see the injury. "It's fine, I'll just rub dirt on it!" Kyrax continued to avoid Tarten's little eyes. "Oof!" Tarten huffed, stopping midair and staring at Kyrax with a puffed out angry face. Kyrax uttered a noise when she saw Tarten's face. There was a short stare down, and Tarten won easily just by her looks alone. "Fine... Just don't touch it." "Don't piss me off, Lynxie!" Tarten warned Kyrax, pointing up at her, then repositioning herself to look at the cut on Kyrax's arm, which initially bled a lot, but had since stopped. Just below, Tarten observed the multiple shotgun wounds on her midsection and hummed a little ditty to herself. "And?" Kyrax questioned her. "I would just let her do her thing. Tarten can get a little huffy when we start to question her at her work." Lynka advised Kyrax over the radio as the pair hid in a small dark room with a lot of leaky pipes. "I get it, she's the nurse fairy." Kyrax responded. "It's not just that. She's responsible for all of our well being. None of us have aged a day because of her." Lynka revealed a secret of the unit, which Tarten wasn't so crazy about having been mentioned. "I'm going to pinch you when I return!" Tarten threatened Lynka as she gazed at Kyrax's wound more closely. "Don't pinch me!" Kyrax grunted. "I think she meant that for me." Lynka said. "Want me to heal this?" Tarten asked Kyrax, pointing at her gash when Kyrax looked down at her. "I would rather you didn't right this moment." Kyrax said, which hurt Tarten's feelings. "You don't trust me?" Tarten asked her. "You asked! I responded!" Argued Kyrax. "Fine. I'll just return to my bed of bouncy Lynxie boobies!" Said Tarten, flying back into Kyrax's cleavage. "Stop saying that!" Kyrax said. "Fine, I'll relax in my waterbed of jiggly kitty titties!" Tarten chuckled. "That's not funny." Kyrax told her. "Wiggly beastie bombs!" Tarten continued to joke. "Stop that!" Kyrax demanded, turning red. "Feline floaters!" Laughed Tarten, bouncing up and down in her cleavage. "Bobcat bosom! Caracal curves! Manxie mammories!" Kyrax didn't understand the psychological game Tarten was playing on her. "Okay, stop!!" Yelled Kyrax. "Okay..." Tarten murmured as she quietly sank deep into Kyrax's cleavage with her big eyes staring up at her. "Ugh!" Kyrax grunted and shook her head, looking around the small room as if someone were watching them. "What is with you women and your obsession over grotesque breasts?!" "My favorite is..." Lynka laughed over the radio. "Is..." "Don't say it." Kyrax pleaded with her. "Wiggly beastie bombs." Uttered Lynka. Even the other bosses could be heard chuckling at the joke, Shamid most prominently. "It's okay, Lynxie, we all like you! It's all in good humor!" Maia assured Kyrax who received the kind words more gracefully. "Thanks... But I doubt that." She mumbled. "Sure we do! Don't we, ladies?" Maia marshalled a positive response from the rest of the team, resulting in several responses to the affirmative. There was a curious silence out of Lynka, however. "I doubt I have a place in Lynka's heart." Kyrax finally mentioned. "Err..." Kyrax nervously avoided the question because she wasn't sure if she had any reason to fully trust the mercenary yet. "Lynka, do you still hate me?" Kyrax asked over the silence. "Lynka?" Tarten spoke up too. A few seconds of silence passed before Blue answered. "No... I don't hate you anymore. It's hard for me to accept this." She admitted, sounding perhaps a bit shameful in her voice. "I know you hated me once, but I can't go yet! I have a mission!" Kyrax reminded her in an agitated tone, possibly referring to OWO. Lynka was eerily silent. "Huh! Thought so!" Grunted Kyrax. "I never knew a nerd could be so petty like this." Kyrax said of Lynka, dissing her cold and standoffish behavior toward her. "Me being a computer nerd has nothing to do with this." Lynka argued impatiently. "Lynka." Wessi was heard interrupting. "Commander?" Lynka responded. "You're relieved." Wessi said, sticking up for Kyrax, which she immediately recognized. "Fine, I'm going for a walk. Maybe some alone time will help. Good luck, Kyrax." Lynka signed off as Wessi took over at the computer terminal. "Does she really mean that?" Kyrax asked, sounding critical." "Yes, and don't ever question my officer's integrity." Wessi scolded Kyrax, sticking up for Lynka, fiercely protective of the integrity of her support team. "She admitted to disli-" "And at least she's honest. I don't have liars and fools in my rank. Lynka knows it's wrong and she is wisely going to walk it off, I hope. I know her, we've been married for years." Wesson interrupted Kyrax. "Since my other support girl is assisting another officer in the unit presently, I'll be assisting you and Major Tarten. Is there any issue with this arrangement?" "No." Grumbled Kyrax. "Hey Bombshell!" Tarten greeted Wessi over the radio. When Wessi got on the support network, she always spoke with authority to her team. Over the decades wearing a white suit, Wessi learned to control her temper and debride conversations of unnecessary talk and nonsense. After over two decades in the field, Wessi detested foolishness and petty behavior more than anything else. By sticking up for Kyrax first, she showed she could be fair to her, and by sticking up for Lynka, she demonstrated balance. Kyrax felt that Wessi was not the girl to argue with. More importantly to her, Kyrax respected Wessi's demand that her officers never have their character called into question. It showed loyalty to those beneath her, and it showed how well she knew them. "Proceed with your mission, ladies. I understand Kyrax has declined medical treatment from our field support, that's fine. But when you return to us after the mission is concluded successfully- and you will return to me, Kyrax- I will insist that you have those wounds addressed by our excellent medical staff. Proceed with your mission, ladies. Tarten, I understand that the jokes were lighthearted and funny, but I remind you that our asset in the field is probably unrefined in her sense of humor. I am instructing you to keep the jokes to a minimum." Wessi also sounded more militaristic when she spoke, as well. She spoke like a Commander should, terse, authoritatively, and uncompromising with subordinates. Nobody but Kyrax knew it, but it appealed to her. "Yes, Commander Alaire. I'm sorry if my jokes hurt your feelings, Lynxie." Tarten apologized over the radio. The sudden show of professional behavior, respecting Kyrax again, was a reminder that she wasn't working for a group of intolerable women, but rather a robust group of people who had a personality, yet the teasing only reminded her of former team mates whose relentless mockery of Kyrax infuriated her. She couldn't shake the image of Lynka laughing at her, even if it was fictitious. But something possessed Kyrax to not only accept Tarten's sincere apology, but to go along with the joke. "Manxie  mammories?" She questioned Tarten. "You couldn't think of anything better?" "Err....?" Tarten appeared confused. "What about Bobtail boobs, panther pies, cheetah chachas, hyena hooters, or jaguar jugs?" Suggested Kyrax. "Eh? I don't know..." Tarten was stumped. "But kitty titties? I admit that was decent." Kyrax said as she walked out of the room. Kyrax walked out of the utility room with Tarten perched on her shoulder. Now she was in a huge glass dome populated with plants and trees, all from the tropics. Kyrax had her pistol drawn and she avoided walking directly on the dark brown soil that made up the walking path, concerned with likely booby traps. When Kyrax entered into a patch of brush with huge thorny flowers, Tarten promptly flew into Kyrax's cleavage and kept her head low. "What's wrong?" She asked Tarten. "Aurora flowers. We call them fairy-killers." Tarten explained. Flowers about as large as a volleyball populated the barbed green shrub, and they grew as large as two meters high where the magenta, violet, indigo, and red flower dangled liked a dead weight at the top, as if to state at Tarten. They weren't exactly toxic by nature, but anyone or any creature smaller than the orange pistil at the center could be ensnared by a sticky acidic substance and the flower would close on them, devouring them like a Venus fly trap. And Tarten was not an ideal situation to return to her Human size. Understanding the concerns of her Darrkeffa partner, Kyrax pushed her deeper inside and brushed past the flowers when she came upon a clearing, where upon a large base of gray shale stood Selvja the psychotic medium. Kyrax was in the mood to kill her this time. "Hello, Lynxie!" Sporting a green camouflage Evaland uniform, a black beret cap, and a standard-issue pistol, Selvja was dressed for battle against Kyrax and Tarten. Kyrax took aim at her instantly when she turned to face her. "Don't move!" Kyrax warned her. "Aw, poor Lynxie! By now you should know better- I don't need to move to kill you!" Chuckled Selvja who used her telekinesis to drop the magazine out of Kyrax's pistol, which distracted the mercenary enough to shift her focus for a second to see that her magazine was lying in the soil. Selvja used that distraction to use her power to rack the slide of Kyrax's pistol, emptying the round out of its chamber and thus rendering the handgun, for the time, useless. "Oh." Kyrax mumbled when she remembered the threat of Selvja's psychic talents. Selvja cackled at her expense. "And I'll be taking that puny Darrkeffa from you now!" "Tarten!" Kyrax grumbled when she felt Tarten slip out of her cleavage at a rapid speed. "Whoops!! Lynxie!!!" "Ahhhhh.... The ultra rare indigenous Fairy..." Said Selvja who used her power to force Tarten to float in front of her, spinning without control over her tiny body and unable to resist. Kyrax attempted to claw her pistol from the ground, then Selvja forced it to fly up into the air and landed somewhere in the brush behind Kyrax. This left Kyrax with her Sweet Lady shotgun and her primal ability to fight, if that. Tarten continued to flail uncontrollably until Selvja used her power to control her mind. Suddenly the room grew quieter and Tarten started shaking. Selvja spoke to her with her eyes closed. "My friend, we have a common enemy. Help me to expel this foreign intruder." "Agh!!!!" Tarten agonized as she was taken over by Selvja, regaining control of her faculties enough so that she flew over to Kyrax and drew her tiny Micrazor at the mercenary. "Tarten, don't do that! She's somehow gotten inside of you!" Kyrax pleaded. Tarten grinned up at her. "Foreign invaders, be gone!" She said with a voice that sounded like Selvja's. Fortunately, Kyrax had the reflexes of a wildcat. Before Tarten could shrink her partner down to size, Kyrax deployed her powerful Lynx claws and swiped her ray gun out of her little hands, almost smacking Tarten out of the air. To everyone's surprise, Tarten remained in the air, and began to zip around Kyrax, testing her speed skill. "Tart!" She kept repeating with every change of direction. "Don't make me do this!" Kyrax warned her. "Tart!" Tarten switched directions and flew around Kyrax's face. "Haha!! Tarten, show our foreign invader what little Fairy is capable of!" Selvja commanded her. "Tart!" Tarten stopped after managing to miss a few of Kyrax's swipes. Trying to avoid hurting her partner, Kyrax stood ready for the likely spell to be used against her. Only it didn't happen, Tarten floated in front of Kyrax's face for a few seconds bearing an empty stare, and eventually, she sped toward Kyrax's face so quickly and so hard that when she struck Kyrax in the right cheek with her tiny head, it caused her to fall back and for Tarten to crash land on the soil unconscious, exhausted from the blow. Kyrax knew the attack would hurt, but she hadn't expected it to hurt as bad as it did. Sustaining contusions on her fair, likely suffering a fracture on her cheek, Kyrax personally likened the attack to a brick striking her face at fifty miles per hour. "Hahaha... You see, S-12, I'm not the failed experiment." Said Selvja. When Kyrax opened her eyes after she fell onto the soil with a thud, she had blood and saliva oozing from her mouth, likely from the fracture and from her powerful fangs slicing open her cheeks. She hated Selvja on the first contact, now she wanted her dead more than anything else, even more than her freedom. "Oofff...." She grunted as she climbed onto her feet. "Are you just gonna let your fairy friend die like that??" Selvja questioned her, using her power to force a giant ivy branch to crawl across the floor to scoop up little Tarten who was unconscious.. "Tarten?!" Kyrax worried about her as she watched the branch suck Tarten into a patch of flowers, luckily none of them were the Auroras. "How about a little fun, Lynxie!?" Laughed Selvja. Kyrax knew that planning her moves against Selvja was perhaps pointless, but that the way to win against a mind reader was to make spur of the moment decisions. She also occupied her mind with the painful memories of her childhood in animal captivity in the fortress, which would help to throw off Selvja's telepathy. "So it's foul play then?!" Selvja became angry as she caught on to Kyrax's game plan. "You made it dirty long ago." Kyrax argued. Then the doctrine was thrown to the way side. Selvja's pistol suddenly shot out from her holster and into her hands where she proceeded to quick draw on Kyrax, shooting hmat her three times and missing as she ducked and rolled away, showcasing Selvja's lack of accuracy when she shot with her power, and her lack of understanding of the official sidearm of the Evaland military- which frequently jammed when one tried to shoot rapidly. "Huh??" "Foolish cunt!" Kyrax said to her when she realized Selvja's pistol had jammed on her.. It was do or die for that moment. Kyrax displayed her impressive speed when she removed her Sweet Lady shotgun from her back and proceeded to shoot the gun without aiming it. Its homing feature caused all of the shot pellets to target Selvja, striking her and shrinking her down to a smaller size with each hit. After every pellet struck her body, Selvja had essentially shrunk away so small that she was no longer visible to the naked eye, not even Kyrax's ultra sharp vision. With her foe shrunk away, she smirked and gave one final bit of advice to the presumed shrunk-to-death Selvja. "No soldier worth a damn would ever rely on any supernatural power to handle their gun." "Kyrax!! Kyrax!!" "Tarten!" Kyrax remembered what had happened to Tarten moments before. When Kyrax searched the brush behind her, she could hear the sounds of Tarten wrestling with a killer plant. "Help!!! I can't..... Breathe!!!!" Kyrax spotted Tarten who was lying on the soil floor with a large ivy leaf actively ensnaring her tiny body and trying to strangulate her at the neck as if it were a Boa constrictor. Her little face was turning blue and she looked to be losing the battle against the killer plant. "I'll save you, Tarten!" Kyrax assured her as she picked up the ivy and ripped it apart, freeing Tarten from its grip. Tarten gasped for air and coughed violently. When Kyrax attempted to scoop her up from the floor, Tarten shook her head and begged off the help. She fell over and started gagging, spitting on the floor as Kyrax got onto her knees to clear away the other potential threats. "You're okay, Tarten. I killed the plant." Hearing the comment, Kyrax received commendation from Wessi over the radio. "I appreciate you saving one of my officers." "She's still struggling." Kyrax grumbled at her and then became feisty again. "And just who the hell do you think you are telling me never to question an officer's integrity? I'll question it whenever I find it necessary." "Who the hell am I? Who the hell am I?? Who the hell are you???" Wessi retorted angrily. "Uh ohhhh..." Shamid said. "I get that you and your family have saved the world, but that doesn't mean I can't question you." Kyrax growled at her. "It's okay, Commander. In the end, Kyrax is correct." Said Narb over the radio. "But I was just-" "I understand you were upholding the code of conduct as Lynka's superior officer, but realize that it doesn't technically apply to Kyrax." Narb reminded Wessi, who was usually indifferent to being corrected. "Fine... Thanks for saving Tarten, Kyrax. I'm sorry if I was being a bitch to you." Wessi said. "No you weren't, you were being professional, but I find your insistence that your officers aren't to be questioned to be archaic and wrong." Kyrax explained. "Tarten here... I'm okay..." Tarten spoke into her radio. "Kyrax saved your life." Wessi told her. "I know... Thanks, friend." Tarten responded. "I'm no one's friend." Kyrax admitted. "In any case, please proceed, Kyrax. You're doing well, and the nation of Nova Polarisia is grateful that you saved the life of one of our own." Wessi assured her.

Location: Disused Fuel Storage, Nova Polarisia. "Poor Ktan... Does she know yet? About her mom and dad?" Nat asked Rammy as the two took a shortcut back to command through the large and mostly-empty fuel storage inside the fortress. "No, Wessi gave strict instructions to keep Hana's team out of the loop until they return home. It's a bad idea to distract them in the field like this." Rammy told her. "Poor Ktan... Poor Theo... Poor Tom, I really liked him." Nat muttered slowly to herself. "He was my tribal uncle. He adored his girls." Rammy murmured when she heard Nat. Nat sighed. "I hate for my first news story to be about the explosion and everything. Oh, Rammy, I hope I'm not sounding indelicate. At least there weren't any of our spies in the apartment wing at the time." She stopped and looked up at her friend. Rammy and Nat felt struck by the tragedy. She put her arms around Nat and brought her in close, stroking her beautiful dark brown hair and resting her cheek on Nat's head. "How are we going to break this to sister Ktan?" She whispered. "How did they get onto our island?" Asked Nat. "I guess if the Ingolians can go microscopic, they can enter any facility." Replied Rammy. The two girls in white suits held each other in the middle of the hangar-sized room, standing in the dark room that was hardly lit but by a few large windows that were very dirty and partly frosted over. Nat started to cry in Rammy's arms, and Rammy resisted every urge to, acting as Nat's rock. "It's okay to cry." She whispered into Nat's ear. "I feel hurt for Ktan and Theo, mostly. I'm sorry if it seems weak." Admitted Nat. "Nat it's not a weakness, it just means you have an empathic charm to your life. We Zanzhi harbor this same trait often." Rammy tried to help Nat feel better, managing to bring some sense to the tragedy for her. "Remember that whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger." "I know..." Cried Nat, trying to stop her sobbing as her face was buried in Rammy's bosom. For a moment, Nat even contemplated unzipping her suit and allowing her grief-stricken friend her nipples for a delicious Zanzhi milk treat. It wasn't her shrink drink that stopped her from it though, it was the sudden noise of someone clapping and deliberately chuckling at them in a slow beat. "Huh?" "Ha-ha-ha... Ho-ho-ho... Hee-ha..." Rammy and Nat's attention were turned to a very tall green-haired woman with mean sky-blue eyes and a very wicked grin, who approached them from the shadows. Rammy needed a few seconds to recall the person, but forgot their name. "You..." She said. "Endevil, daughter of Rataan the great Ingolian Conqueror, has returned to this abominable freezing island!" Endevil announced as though her return was victorious. Rammy recognized the shining red suit that the alien girl was wearing. Seeing it, she remembered that it provided immunity to the Micrazor which Nat was quick to draw on her. Bearing a red face flush with tears, Nat demanded that Endevil submit. "On your knees, Ingolian scum!" She shouted a lawful order. "Oh?" Endevil appeared to challenge her "Forget it, Nat... Her suit is impervious to our weapon." Rammy alerted Nat. "Long time, no contest, Ramaduka Jennings!" Endevil greeted her new target. "I knew I would be seeing you again. Where's that no-good father of yours?" Rammy questioned her, circling around Endevil to draw her attention away from Nat, and keeping a distance from her. "Ahhhhh! Running off with his pestilent little wife who he has rendered permanently small! Haha!" Laughed Endevil. "Huh? Wife?" Nat asked her. "See for yourself, scribe." Endevil said as she raised her boot up from the floor and showed a huge bloody mess on the sole. "He wasn't her true husband anyway! Haha!" The site made Nat sick to her stomach. She fell onto her knees and covered her math, groaning and making gutteral noises. Rammy was horrified to see the remains of tiny Tom on Endevil's sole, and she felt a rage develop within her. "I can't believe you, even a sick psychotic freak like you, did such a thing!" She shouted in Zanzhi at Endevil who didn't understand any of it. "Whatever you said, I'm sure it's flattering!" She chuffed. Rammy wasn't about to entertain anymore from the insufferable Ingolian. She stepped closer to her and prepared to engage her in combat. "Under the authority of this island's executive council and the rank granted me, I'm to place you under arrest, or I'm to kill you." She proclaimed with Nat watching her. "Then arrest me, puny Human!" Endevil challenged Rammy, alluding to her enemy being significantly shorter than she was. "Hyaaahhh!!!! Rammy rushed Endevil in a bid to take her to the floor. Endevil had other plans, and leaped high into the air where landed against the wall above one of the few windows in the room and clutched it with her hands, somehow able to cling to vertical surfaces- as Rammy had forgotten since her last encounter. "You coward!" Rammy complained. "I have no intention of going down fairly!" Laughed Endevil who brandished a set of blades throwing weapons, no obvious throwing knives. "Stay still while I hurt you!" For a short moment, Endevil disregarded her father's order to bring Rammy to her alive, and attempted to kill her. The bladed weapons hurled right for Rammy, and even with her impressive agility, Rammy was struck by all three, bouncing off of her suit. "We've made a few improvements to our shrinking suits!" She boasted. "Hmph!" Endevil leaped back onto the ground and the two met in a fist fight. Rammy's fist collided with Endevil's chin and Endevil's fist went straight into Rammy's ribcage. Both blows were weak and Endevil leaped again into the air, jumping away from Rammy and brandishing a pistol from a holster on her suit, and aiming it at Rammy who froze where she stood. Rammy was deeply offended by the dishonorable tactics, but wasn't surprised by it. "Dishonorable tactics." She mentioned to Endevil. "Ingolian conqueror." Endevil pointed out with a wide smile and then zapped Rammy with her gun, encasing her in a bright blue glow that knocked her backward onto the floor and pinned her down with a strong magnetic force. "Heheheeee...." She chuckled wickedly as she came for Rammy. "And now the great conqueror shall have a second birthing Human!" Rammy appeared to be defeated and unable to move at all, however, Nat jumped into the fray to protect her friend. With her loudest battle cry, the diminutive little Nat came at Endevil with a long metal pry bar that she had procured in the shadows as Rammy was losing the fight. With a wide swing, she hurled the metal tool straight at Endevil's mid-section. Only, Endevil grabbed the weapon without so much as seeing it behind her, stopping it with her long and powerful arms. "How about a third Human wife, Daddy Conqueror!" Nat was thrown from the pry bar against the wall at full force, knocking the wind out of her and forcing to roll onto the ground beside Ramaduka who was no longer attempting to break free of the powerful magnetic force holding her to the ground. Endevil also zapped Nat with it and cackled at the two failures she blessed her wicked blue eyes with. "You won't be able to break free until the effect wears off, Humans... Or... Unless I shoot you again... Hahahaaaa... Oh, my father will be pleased. I think for now, a simple size reduction and a temporary placement in a flash freezing aura shall do." "Sorry, Rammy..." Nat apologized for failing to stop Endevil as the worst seemed to be yet to come for them. "You didn't fail, your opponent is dishonorable and doesn't play by rules." Replied Rammy. "I'm honored you came to my defense." Endevil retired her freezing pistol and drew another, likely a shrink ray, from a holster on her opposite leg. And when she took aim with Rammy first, her eyes caught a glimpse of another white suit walking into the fray from the shadows. "Hmph?!" She turned her nose up and aimed the gun at the Size Devil who approached. "You're a big one." She grunted. "I am Master Fim, and that is my tribal niece you have shot." The Devil replied as she drew her sword from her hip. "FIM!!!!" Both girls screamed as they realized they were saved. "You're next!" Endevil said to Fim. "Incorrect." Fim impressed by drawing her gun from her cleavage with her free hand and shooting it at Endevil, having heard Rammy earlier testify that Endevil was immune to its effects. However the large cloud of magenta sparks that resulted in the cancellation of the shrink effect forced Endevil to flinch and drop her own weapon onto the floor. Fim proceeded to leap high and above Endevil herself, landing squarely behind her and shaking even the concrete floor below them a little, with dust falling from the walls. And just before Endevil had the chance to turn around, her head was entirely sliced off from her neck by Fim's falchion, falling onto the floor and rolling over beside the girls, showing that Endevil's final expression was one of object fear. And finally, Fim skewered the body with her falchion and held it up high as though it were a trophy. "Someone please make note of that woman's bravery, and her stupidity." "Rammy..." Cried Nat, horrified seeing the severed head. "I am of no doubt that you two would have fought to the bitter end and defeated this foolish specimen, had it not been for the dishonorable methods employed by her." Fim spoke to her former students, her tense orange eyes closed as she allowed Endevil's corpse to slide off of her weapon, cleaning it with a red rag she retrieved from her cleavage. "You were incredible, Master Fim!" Rammy said. "No, I am protecting my kind." Fim corrected her, wiping the blood off of her falchion. "Rammy!!!" Screamed Nat, still glued to the severed head with her wet brown eyes. "Eek!" Said Rammy when she saw the head. "What have we learned today, students?" Fim questioned the two as she gazed at the mirror polish of her weapon after cleaning it. "That Theo was taken by Rataan, given some sort of permanent shrink spell, and that Tom was crushed under Endevil's boot?" Rammy revealed what she learned from the alien girl. "A permanent shrink?" Repeated Fim, looking back at the two through the mirror polish. "That's what Endevil said." Rammy said. "Hmph." Fim took the news as she normally did, then returned her falchion to its sheath. "Green hair suffered the same fate. I cut her down." "Thanks, aunt Fim- I mean, Master Fim." Rammy said, making the same mistake she often did with her. Fim demanded that Rammy treat her Shiqaw and Zanzhi peers no differently than the Humans, Lights, Giants, and Darrkeffa. She was often quick to correct her, and Rammy never argued back. "Master Fim." She reminded the two. "Err... If I'm gonna be stuck here, can we at least get her eyes shut?!" Nat continued to panic about Endevil's severed head staring almost directly at her. Endevil had one solution for the problem. She promptly walked around the girls as the glow of the magnetic ray seemed to begin vanishing, and stomped the head flat, causing the blood to splatter and bones to crunch. "Complements the unit... Our thanks to you for stepping on Master Theodora's beloved husband." "There's a good reason why I didn't dare to think of failing Master Fim." Nat admitted.