The Battle for Planet Muroska
Trouble on Muroska
The vastness of space, ever-changing for countless years. With life came the unpredictableness that usually followed. This unpredictableness also led to war.
Deep in the heart of space, two planets orbited two Suns sedately. A peaceful mass of planets orbiting in harmony that was to be shattered as massive ships entered orbit around one of the planets. Three small ships exit a glowing swirling fog, heading toward the planet.
These ship land on the planet as huge massive robotic beings with a fist on the chests and arms. Cromorsky's Fist was what they're called. Fearsome warriors from a faraway planet dedicated to subjugating planets into their force. "The Guild will have this planet," the leader of Cromorsky's Fist muttered The robotic suits of Cromorsky's Fist met with the defenders as laser blasts were traded between the two foes. Knowing that they couldn't let the enemy reach the city as the leaders continued the evacuation of their people they continued to fight. Blast after blast the defenders fought but the giant battle robots fought better gradually pushing them back.
In the very center of this city small escape ship were made ready while citizens boarded them. The cries of children and adults in fear even as the battle continued raging outside their fair city. "Come on! Keep a move on. Everyone will escape in time. Hopefully," a man shouted out to people who demanded to be let on the escape craft. The outskirts of the city, the battle robots continued their fight against the planet's army moving them back toward the city with each attack. All the while escape crafts filled with inhabitants escaped from the city while still more crafts continued to fill.
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Entering the city, with the defenders bound moving among the giant warrior bots Cromorsky's Fist gathered inhabitants who've not yet fled in the escape ships. Those still there were hustled in to the center of the city. "You all are members of the Guild!" Cromorsky's voice boomed throughout the square still seated in his giant warrior. "We of the Guild proclaim you, the defeated. Those who escaped will be destroyed." Those escape crafts that escaped sped off heading for their neighboring planet of Muroska where they revealed to the leaders what happened to their worlds.
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On Muroska the Councilors gathered in session-the refugees standing along the doors of the Council Chambers waiting for the Councilors. They filed in each one wearing dark colored robes signifying their rank as the Government of Muroska. One of the Councilors stepped forward to the front of the room where a podium stood. "Okay, okay, let's come to order!" he spoke. Silence ensured for a little while. "Word has been brought to our attention about the Guild on the move.." He paused for a bit whose name was Ceran. Shouts and cries of outrage rebounded about the room until Councilor Ceran called for silence. "There is one thing we can do to stop this from happening to us," Councilor Ceran spoke up. Cries of who and who will help! were heard all around. "Earth. We must ask for help from the Earth and its Confederation." "Yes but how are we to contact them? It is more than a thousand light years away. And besides, the Confederate would want us to join. Are we prepared for that?" another Councilor responded. "We have to take the chance. Better than the Guild," a female Councilor replied. "It took a lot of courage for those refugees to come here, to warn us. The least we could do is try and prevent such from happening to us," a deep voiced Councilor from somewhere at the back pointed out. "True. True. We must begin scribing a message for the Confederation," Councilor Ceran agreed. Cries of agreement were heard once more from all around the chambers. Scribes wearing black and gold colored one-piece tunics and long toed floppy boots moved to the front of the Council chambers, carrying the implements of their craft; long feathered quill pen, ink, and bits of parchment in their grasps and eager expressions on their faces. With the first Sun beginning to sink below the horizon and the second Sun following behind, a draft copy of their predicament was soon complete. The runners moved up and down the rows with the copy, for the Councilors' to peruse before heading off to send the letter to CAPs' on Earth. The letter was to take two months to reach Earth and another two for an answer. "Now, we must wait and hope the Confederate of Planets' reply will be a favorable one," Councilor Ceran said, in agreement with his fellow Councilors. "We must keep an eye out for the Begilans Guild," another female Councilor's voice announced, "just in case that is." "True. Then let us have our Astronomy Scientists on it. They will be the first to when the Guild approaches again," another Councilor said loudly. "Then it is settled. We have much to do in preparation. Let us get to it," Councilor Ceran declared. Councilors got to their feet began leaving the Chambers in a flurry of activity.
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Earth. The offices of the Confederate Allied Planets or CAP offices now housed in the old United Nations building. Two months later a message came through from the planet Muroska. It was marked URGENT and immediately dispatched to the boss of the CAPs', Mister Bremmerman. In his office, Mister Bremmerman received the message from the tall young man wearing a dark colored jumpsuit with trepidation. Mister Bremmerman took the message as the young man left the office. Reading through the message, Mister Bremmerman gave a little sigh as he realized that Muroska wanted to join CAP. He read up on that planet since a few human beings did leave Earth in search of a better life and found Muroska. The planet did have its shares of wars back in its past before finding the road to peace. He was shocked on reading the message deducing that the Guild was out again, conquering planets. "They won't stop until all planets are within their domination I see. And that includes Earth," he muttered. Getting to his feet he paced the length of his office then moving over to the single window behind his desk, looking out. He didn't really notice anything though the sky was slightly overcast with clouds. Muroska wishes to join CAPs but who to send as a Representative? They will have to know about the Guild and be able to combat them while helping Muroska prepare for entrance. If it weren't for the Guild's blasted giant bots it would be easy! What we need are battle robots of our own. With warriors, fighters to fight with them against the Guild, he thought to himself. Moving back to his desk and sat down his thoughts still wondering on who he would send to Muroska. The computer on his desk, began scrolling down a list of agents to the forefront, Mister Bremmerman stared at the list thoughtfully. Then a name passed. It was a name he knew. Sinclair. Sinclair? Oh yes, husband and wife. They are my best. But wait a minute! Todd died recently and his wife Lorraine is no longer on the field list. Raising her daughter, Sierra. His fingers moved across the keyboard, typing. Of course! Sierra Sinclair is a bright girl. Besides, only that girl has the genius to build a weapon to combat the Guild's weapons. And Lorraine still works for CAP, here in the office. I have no choice, Lorraine Sinclair's our only hope. Mister Bremmerman sent back a letter to the Councilors of Muroska accepting their plea to join CAP. That afternoon, with the letter sent Mister Bremmerman still in his office having discovered something about young Sierra Sinclair. It is incredible! He thought reading the file on the girl. For the past seven months, young Sierra purchased some strange things. What could she be making with that stuff? He wondered thoughtfully. Shrugging mentally, Ah well, I am sure we will know soon enough.
At home Lorraine Sinclair was busy herself. She was completing some work from the office doing research when her eye caught something. It was a copy of Muroska's letter asking for help to join CAP. Hello? This is interesting. Muroska wants to join CAP after a long time of peace and now there may be trouble. Oh look seems a response was sent that is good. Lorraine went through the rest until her daughter's return. Lorraine got to her feet moving over to the small kitchen. She went to the large refrigerator opened the door and removed the carton of milk and returned to the living room before the stack of papers and disks, going back to work while waiting for her daughter's return from school. Sometime later, Lorraine's daughter Sierra came home, her eyes alight with excitement. Lorraine noticed Sierra's excitement and asked, "What are you so excited about?" "Remember your talking about how the CAPs keep expanding with each year and no way to protect those planets?" Sierra began. Lorraine nodded before Sierra continued on. "Well I've finished them!" The girl was excited practically jumping up and down. Lorraine chuckled at her daughter's exuberance before raising a hand to stop Sierra's movement. "Calm down Sweetie and tell me what it is that you finished?" "My Zen Battle Robotsuits, remember. I've been working on them for the past three years," Sierra replied. "Oh yes! Now I remember," Lorraine began smiling at her daughter especially her accomplishment at such a young age. "And they're complete?" "Well, all I have to do is program them and stuff," the girl responded. "How long will that take?" Lorraine questioned. Sierra was silent for a long time, pondering. Then she answered, "Probably not for a year or more. I need to get research for each suit, read up on it then program it, and finally find brain wave patterns that will suit it." Lorraine nodded again, listening politely to her daughter. It was still inconceivable that Sierra was so smart where most adult scientists tend to come to her for answers to their most challenging and perplexing problems. Some of the times, Sierra knew the answer and would respond while other questions Sierra would send that scientist home promising the answer on the very next day, Lorraine remembered. And now, eleven-year old Sierra solved a question that plagued the CAPs since they started expanding-a possible way to defend those worlds far from Earth. "And I think mom, you should tell your boss and stuff," Sierra's voice penetrated Lorraine's reverie. Lorraine blinked not knowing her daughter spoke. "Yes! Of course I will," she responded quickly. "Mom, is anything wrong?" Sierra questioned her brown eyes wide, curious. "Oh nothing sweetie. Why don't you go on to your room. I have to finish these," Lorraine replied indicating the paperwork spread before her. Sierra nodded, "Sure thing mom." The eleven year old walked out of the room leaving her mother alone.
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A year later far from Earth, beginning orbit around the planet Muroska, the roaring of engines flare in the silence of space. This roaring gave rise to an ultimate evil an evil that would send the entire Universe down that path if left unchecked. The star system shuttered from those sounds again knowing the evil arriving to destroy the peace established. The previous year those engines came to conquer a neighboring planet. Now it returned, Muroska was next on its agenda. On defeating Muroska's neighbor, the ships from the Guild left to regroup waiting word for the attack on Muroska. Cromorsky stood in the hangar bay of the lead ship looking up at his battle robot with pride. You're next Muroska and nothing will stop us. He thought staring up at his war machine. Even now these large vast warships made their way toward the large blue Earth type planet known as Muroska. For Cromorsky, it had been a year of waiting the word from his superiors for the attack on Muroska but now he was ready.
Inside one of these ships was the one being who would bring the Universe into a war that they could not possibly win. His name was Cromorsky the leader of his army Cromorsky's Fist. Cromorsky himself pondered, his thoughts particularly strange. Now why would I do something like that. Of course space is large but the might of the Guild is even vaster. We will bring worlds under our regime. He thought to himself. His thoughts now turn to Muroska. It was Muroska the only planet in the star system inhabited for thousands of years, ready to join the Guild. There were numerous races of beings of both the human and alien living in harmony on that planet that Cromorsky wanted to the Guild to rule over. They lived for many years in that way and it was time for them to return to the ways of war. Each of these inhabitants lived a peaceful existence together working and achieving great things for the benefit of their planet. They only sought to live in peace on this New World because the planet was right in the thick of numerous wars for its resources. Peace for the Muroskaians was nonexistent then and will be now, Cromorsky was determined to see that end. He knew that the Muroskaians had warrior pasts but turned to peace and they would be warriors again, under the Guild regime.
Days later, the warships of the Guild came out of hyperspace revealing to all what they looked like. Like giant pterodactyls in flight and causing fear wherever they went; massive wingspans large enough to carry numerous ships within its interior. The warships of the planet Begila a warrior planet where its inhabitants trained fought and conquered other worlds they deem suitable to join the Guild. Guild leaders read up on Muroska and discovered by Cromorsky that the planet too fought in wars in its past before embracing peace. The leaders realized that such a world would return to war and so set out on a plan of conquest by sending spies to Muroska preparing the planet for their arrival. The Guild Leaders needed a warrior to lead this quest one of their greatest and who better than Cromorsky and his troops. The most feared in the Galaxy and with its many massive battle suits with the power to win the day. And now that time arrived with the arrival of the senior officers of Cromorsky's Fist led by that very being.
The interior of the ship with Cromorsky was large, sterile and utterly devoid of anything but army troops and robot suits. Cromorsky himself stood on the deck of the ship watching the planet. A voice heard above the din of noise a voice that seemed filled with air. Cromorsky, his large hands folded across his chest looked out at the planet in anticipation. The time for battle was fast approaching. "Prepare to land on the planet." "Aye sir," another voice answered that forceful one. Officers before terminals and computers began moving around many preparing for landing their hands moving across the terminal boards quickly. Warriors in the hangar bay getting ready for the attack making sure the attack vehicles those massive battle robots standing still in harnesses made ready while technicians readied the 'bots' for landing.
The ships continued their landing procedures. Cromorsky left the bridge after leaving orders for the landing site in the mountains. He knew his men would land them safely then the business of conquer would commence. Muroska will be in the Guild and Earth still does not know, he thought entering his quarters to meditate in preparation for battle.
A large round shaped building on Muroska in the very center of the city was the Observatory Tower. The inhabitants called it such as it allowed them to see up into the stars. Usually the Tower was busy with scholars and scientists but today only two observed. The first was alien with slippery smooth skin of a blue color, long black hair and muscular in body and his companion a human male. Both wearing tunics with white lab coats. They looked through the large telescope and discovered the ships coming toward their planet looking at each other then through the telescope again and back. "Trouble," the alien scientist spoke, his voice raspy. "Yes. Surely the work of those who attacked our neighboring planet a year or so ago," the human said. "The same ones we were warned about." "How long before their arrival?" the alien questioned looking at the human who began calculating then looking up. "No more than a week," he responded. "I hope Earth has sent a response that our Councilors sent to them by now." "We must apprise our Government of what we have discovered," the alien scientist spoke looking through the telescope again just making sure those ships were still there only seconds after since he last looked through it. "But suppose those ships attack us immediately?" the human scientist questioned. The alien scientist stared at his comrade in shock, "The way they move. Impossible! Those are large ships and will take time for landing procedures. We will have time to tell the Councilors. It is our civic duty. Besides, they are warriors. The most feared in the Galaxy, this I know." The human nodded realizing what his partner said was true. He shouldn't be so worried after all. "Then let us go." He said. The two left the Observatory Tower heading for the Government Building.
Exiting from the round shaped building of the Observatory Tower the two scientists quickly made their way over to the dark colored carriage pulled by sleek massively built dark colored horses. Climbing into the carriage as the Coachman chucked the reins. The horses moved through town for the Government Building. Forty-five minutes later the carriage stopped before the front drive of the Government Building where the Councilors deliberated. The Coachman jumped from the top of the carriage to open the door standing away from the door allowing the two scientists exit. The two Scientists quickly enter the building and walked inside where groups of two guards fall into step behind and around them and escorting the scientists to the Council Chambers. They stopped before a couple more guards. "State your business?" of the guards said in question to the scientists. "We seek audience with the Councilors," the human scientist spoke. "The Councilor is busy deliberating. No one may enter," the second guard barring the door answered. "It is about the ships coming to our planet. They wished to know if they are close," the alien scientist responded. The two guards stare at each other before bowing and allowing them entrance. The two scientists enter the Council Chambers as the Councilors turned as one to look at them. "Who seeks entrance with the Councilors of Muroska?" the Chairman spoke up in a loud booming voice. "We are scientists watching the skies for those ships that attacked our neighboring planet a year ago," the human scientist spoke bowing before them. "Well?" the Chairman questioned. "They have returned, sir." The scientists gave their report on what they saw. Afterward the buzzing of voices could be heard around the chambers, a mixture of fear and shock. "We all knew this would happened and have prepared the best way we can," of the Councilors declared. The Councilors began wondering about the message sent to the Confederate and of its response rang around the chambers now. Their message should have arrived by now. "Our information on the Guild have been pretty much exhaustive but what we know is that they seek to conquer us and enslaving us. We have had enough war in our history and now we must join CAP to safeguard our peaceful intents," another Councilor, Boran by name declared his voice rose during the discussion. The other Councilors nodded in agreement. "But what can we do? We have not received word about our petition to join CAP. We must have faith," a female Councilor spoke. Councilor Boran nodded hand gently on top of a sheaf of papers before answering her, "Yes, we must have faith. Faith that our prayers have been answered." Now all the Councilors were in agreement, nodding. Then realization set in that as they thought of the petition, their only hope for safety came to mind. "From what we know of these warships, they belong to the Guild of planet Begila. These Begilans are ruthless and will stop at nothing to conquer the whole Universe," a Councilor's voice rasped out. Nods all around the Council Chambers in answer to that Councilor resounded. "We have heard that the Guild possess powerful weapons of destruction in the form of battle robots. Could the Earth even stand up to such power." He finished. The Chairman at the podium looked around seeing if anyone else agreed with the choice of putting their faith in Earth, "What, we all put our faith and hope in the Earth's CAP and yet at the thought of such weapons, we begin to crumble. What say you all? Should we put our faith in Earth or nay?" "Aye!" rings around the Council Chambers all the way to the rear until the sound reverberated the chambers. The Chairman heard this before nodding, "Then it is agreed, our faith and hope rest on Earth." The other Councilors all agreed.
During these deliberations a short stout faced boy wearing the livery of a runner entered the council chambers and up to the podium. In his hand was a message. The Chairman looked at the runner with the message. "Yes?" he asked. "Councilor sir, a message from Earth," the runner answered, his voice high-pitched causing the Councilor to jerk in reaction. He took the message as the runner left the chambers. "What is it Boran?" one of the closest Councilors questioned in his soft voice. Councilor Boran doesn't say anything for a while before looking up from the message. "It seems we have our answer from Earth's CAP," he said. Silence issued at this startling news. "Well, what is it Boran? Tell us the message?" a female answered. "Yes. Tell us the message Boran," went around the chambers reaching Boran's ears. He sighed deeply before beginning to read. "Councilors of the planet Muroska, we of the Confederate Allied Planets have read and heard your message. We sorely regret the trouble that has arrived at your doorstep those forces you to ask for petition. And so without further ado, we the CAP, grant your petition and will send a Representative there as soon as possible. Sincerely, etcetera." "Then we are saved. Our faith in Earth is greatly founded," a male Councilor said. "But how, or where are we to house this Representative?" the female asked. "Yes, we must find a place worthy of this Representative," Councilor Boran declared.
Things become even more harried as the Councilors began figuring out where to house the Representative. Sending out scribes and messengers wearing dark green and brown colored robes and scholars in their gray robes began the tedious search and decision for quarters for the CAP Representative from Earth. Much haggling and disagreement with what House would work for the Representative. On Muroska with no shortage of houses and palaces the Councilors took hours deciding where and what House. Finally after much deliberation and effort the Councilors settled on a House on the outskirts of the town though it was more of Palace, a Crystal Palace. Though the Councilors did not as yet know it, their decision of seeking help from Earth would end up being something that would change the lives of them forever because of Earth's newest weapons- Sierra's Zen Battle Robot-suits.
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The surface of Muroska where the city was situated was in the throes of a panic. This city with buildings made from a gray-pink concrete alloy found only on the planet giving the city a shiny shimmery look swathed in pink. The people called their city Murue and approximately fifteen thousand lived there. On the concrete roads leading in and out of the city, the inhabitants moved around a mixture of human and alien races living in perfect harmony. The humans came to the planet some fifty years ago and settled to the peaceful life. Coming by ships built to get them there and never return these humans lived and worked. They were there when Muroska went to war with some other planet wanting to enslave them. Now these were simpler times living their lives without the threat of war anymore. Weapons of war put away as farming and mining became a way of life. Now after years of peace their lives were about to change yet again.
Off in the distance of the city were the mountains. Large white- capped peaks on dark silhouettes rising like dark specters of the night. A place where only the truly brave dare climb were majestic and magnificent as they watched over the people with ever seeing eyes seeking only to protect from harm. But the harm coming where not even these mountains could foresee for it came from space.
The city with its different buildings built of materials mined and found on Muroska pink and shiny making the city blinding to the eye when the Suns rose. The townspeople got together creating a city using these materials for the their homes and city wanting only to have a truly beautiful city. Now the city of Murue was a beautiful place with its gray-pink buildings and homes though these were more like small cottages. The city also boasted castle structures where the Government House and the Guest Palaces for visiting Diplomats of other planets were housed. These Guest Palaces used often as the Government House or the Houses owned by the Councilors and nobles of the city.
The inhabitants dressed in medieval dress tunic gowns were abundant since a certain population was human. The Earth's Confederate Allied Planets left this planet alone largely because the people already had their hardships through the wars fought so long ago. Earth stood back wanting the inhabitants to find their own way, which they did. A day later after the Councilors found a place for the CAP's Representative, they met in open meeting for another word returned of the status of their membership even after they were accepted. "And the message, what of it?" one of the Councilors said to the moderator Councilor who led the proceedings. He opened up the missive once more cleared his throat and began. "To the Councilors of Muroska hereby accept the application for membership into the Confederate Allied Planets. And in so far will send a Representative to your planet to discuss the terms of said membership. The Representative will remain for a certain period to ensure membership." The Councilors excited by the news as conversation buzzed around the chambers. All was in readiness.
That night a night of twinkling stars and content dreamers the muted roar sped across the horizon waking up some of the denizens of Murue. Then a streak of light lit up the night sky about a mile or so from the city beyond the forests and off into the mountains. From the city the citizens those who worked late the tavern keepers and whores who saw the light suddenly knew fear deep within them. A fear that they never felt before a fear for their peaceful way of life soon to change as tavern keepers and villagers began closing their windows and locking up in a strange act sure to bring them some kind of protection from the night. That streak of light a ship, in fact many ships as they dropped out of orbit around the planet and landed somewhere in the mountain of Muroska.
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In the mountains once those ships landed a race of beings exited members known as the Guild and their home planet called Begila. Warrior people having somehow heard about the Government of the planet from their attack on Muroska's neighboring planet and discovered that the Councilors were joining the Confederate Allied Planets. The Begilans were determined to stop that forcing the planet to join with them instead. As these Begilans on exiting from their ships were tall about six feet with light red dark tan skin, humanoid in shape and appearance and with black hair going to the small of their backs. On their foreheads round spheres in the very center both men and women were broad-shouldered. They began setting up a kind of camp consisting of several large metal structures standing side by side. These bunker structures contained the massive battle robots within and standing still in the center of the bunkers. The setup of the structures precise in its placements with the tents structures on the outside facing these bunkers for the Guild enjoyed neatness and so precisely placed their homesteads in the same way. These structures looked like large buildings showing anyone that these people were here to remain even as these beings busily set up their hideout made from the strange metal structures, a group of men disguised as Muroskaian moved out for the city. These were the replacement spies whose job it was to spy on what the inhabitants did and report back. The rest of the Guild worked for the past two days busy like ants working on getting their temporary headquarters set up. Cromorsky having left his own battle robot entered the center structure. He received word from his bosses back on Begila about the Councilors knowing about them from refugees from Muroska's neighbor and frowned at that. The Guild will have this planet and Earth cannot stop us. My army is the best. I will prevail. He thought to himself pacing the length of his quarters.
Outside things were quiet as the army rested in their own quarters. The massive battle warriors or Cromorsky's Fist were ready in their bunkers for the time when the army would climb in and do battle against the inhabitants of Muroska to assume control.
On the planet the Guild spy plotted and planned his strategy to stop the Councilors. He knew that since they sent off the message to the Earth he would have to get them to change their minds and that meant to browbeat some Councilor to stop. He had no name and completely loyal to the Guild and commander Cromorsky. The man had gone to the home of Councilor Ceran. Councilor Ceran's home a large castle made in the likeness of an eighteenth century castle from Earth stood sedately close. The spy on getting by the guards with much subterfuge made it into the presence of Ceran himself. Holding the weapon on the Councilor the spy stared hard at him realizing that this man could and would help him being of great influence or so he believed onto the others. "You do everything in your power to keep the other Councilors from joining Earth's Confederate or you will die," the spy began. Councilor Ceran with fear in his expression frowned at the spy, "And why should I do that? My people need this. You need this also. Besides, it is already done." "Wrong. I am not a Muroskaian," the spy declared with a grim smile. The eyes of Councilor Ceran widen as he realized that this person was not a Muroskaian by the subtle tilt of the brows. Instead he was one of those responsible for what happened to Muroska's neighboring planet. Ceran backed away at this point but the spy aimed the weapon causing him to stop and stare at the wicked looking weapon in the spy's hand looking like he could handle that weapon with a degree of accuracy and Councilor Ceran did not want to discover how well. With bowed head, he capitulated. "I will do as you say. Just do not hurt me. Please." "Good. Get the other Councilors on your side to halt this motion. The Guild is much better for you," the spy declared.
Turning away from the Councilor the spy left the castle returning to his duties of sweeping and moping the inside of the Council Chambers. Busily working he remembered the first time he was assigned this assignment. The spy remembered those memories with fondness and a bit of anticipation. His first meeting with Cromorsky the one person he never saw until that time.
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Back on Begila the spy was at the target range working on his marksmanship when word came for him to report in. I wonder what is going on here? Who would want me to report in except my own commander, Commander Gortha, he thought. With a shrug, putting away his weapon in the weapons storage locker toweled off the sweat from his practice he quickly left. His destination was Commander Gortha's small office. The office where his commanding officer located though high on the top floor of the War building a building where only High- Ranking officers in the Guild resided was where the spy himself an officer of lower rank who recognized himself as a spy, able to get his job done any way he knew.
Arriving before the door of his commander the spy stood There waiting for the commander's voice bidding him entrance. He already announced himself a few minutes earlier. "Enter," a female voice came to his ears and he entered standing before the commander's desk where a broad shouldered female wearing a strange garment much like his own sat before the desk. A gold uniform jumpsuit garment was what she wore while on the chest and shoulder area was filled with medals. She was highly decorated, as were all the High Ranking Officers. This female also distinguished herself rising in rank quickly since she looked to be in her mid to late twenties. Her form boosted huge muscles rippling every time she moved. Already a hint of disdain and ruthlessness marred her face from that of a true beauty as she stared at her spy. "You have a mission," she stated bluntly. The spy stared at his commander in surprise but quickly masked it with his own disdain. Another assignment! He was going to enjoy this. The thrill. The fighting. And the ending that would always be a kind of letdown for him but an asset for the Guild. He enjoyed the game and he was the best. "I shall obey Commander," he declared. Commander Gortha nodded sent a rolled up parchment toward him as he stopped it with a hand but did not read it yet. "Good. These are your orders when you have completed them, you are to report to General Cromorsky," she said. The spy's eyes widened at this it were true shock and he let it show. The General Cromorsky! The Greatest Warrior who ever lived! And he was to meet up with him. The spy took up the parchment holding it reverently before saluting his commander. "I shall obey Commander!" his voice now had that crisp salute in it. "Dismissed!" Commander Gortha exclaimed. The spy nodded and left her office the door sliding shut behind him.
Walking quickly he heads off to do his commander's bidding. This was to take five days he remembered before the spy came face to face with Cromorsky. The spy went to his small quarters where he unrolled his orders and quickly read them. He nodded on reading where he was to first report to the medlab where an operation was to commence on changing his own facial features to those of a Muroskaian. Looking up from the parchment he smiled realizing that he was to have a whole new identity for this mission. What it could be he still had no idea, as his orders about that portion were to come from Cromorsky when he met him. The spy having read his orders rolled the parchment up once more and began packing his equipment assorted weapons and knives he would need.
The next day the spy reported to the medlab where the technicians and doctors moved around him in preparation for the operation. He was restrained throughout the procedure while the doctors and techs moved around him though his eyes were moving the only thing about him in motion. The doctors set about to work changing his face hiding the mark that the entire Guild wore upon their foreheads. His skin tone was darker like those of Muroskaians. Cheekbones larger more fatter than usual even his mouth nose and eyes were changed. The entire process took three days in different stages where afterward the spy prepped before he left Begila on his mission. But that one time when he was summoned to see Cromorsky before the operation to hide the mark on his forehead as he remembered entering the sacred offices of General Cromorsky Greatest Military Leader of all Time and Commander of Cromorsky's Fist.