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Stepping through the combined colors of mossy green and indigo blue mist swirling around Jaib and Cyra is a big and empty landing area inside the Copempire's main tower. All eight portals in metallic colors resembling each planet in and outside of the Sporillak System and only one robotic individual standing near the glassed elevator.

"There's one cyborg here?" Jaib asked, growing curious of the mysterious robotic being. "I hope it's not Copenazur yet."

"State your business, intruder!" The robot responded, turning her head to Jaib and Cyra and walked directly towards them.

Concerned, Cyra goes up to right-side front of Jaib and halts her in position. Two sharp metallic blue and silver boots clank on the ground like small ringing bells as the robot reaches closer to both Jaib and Cyra standing firm. Her armor is sharp, smooth and clean as stainless steel with two horns on her head curving midway to the back and blue eyes blaze like fire.

"Just some outsiders looking to kick Copenazur's ass." Jaib replied, pointing at the robot. "But furthermore, who are you?"

The female robot unsheathes her straight, clean and chromed sword from her cover buckle from her slick blue thigh. Looking as if to battle against Jaib and Cyra, she puffs out a smoky blue mist from her chromed mouth plate with black vents on it.

"I am Unit RK-6766, alias Rhevkaizer." Rhevkaizer said, sounding as mechanical as well as cold. "Copenazur saved me from Zynektic damnation and in my debt, I will destroy anyone who gets in his way."

"Which reminds me, you don't happen to be one of Sidhorid's friends, are you?" Jaib asked, scratching her hair in curiosity. "Sidhorid told me and Cyra there were supposed to be four, but we rescued only three."

Rhevkaizer stared dead straight to Jaib eerily, as if a wolf is ready to strike.

"Rhevkis is no more." She answered. "She is a weak peurin who shouldn't be part of the Resistance, corrupted by emotion. I am no longer a part of it."

"Emotion corrupted you?!" Jaib snapped, pushing Cyra off and approached Rhevkaizer in an aggressive posture. Her legs spread apart and Trimia sword in hands, Jaib looked as if she were to battle against Rhevkaizer. "That isn't true. Emotion is freewill. Becoming a robot under Copenazur's image just isn't right. It's not my style of living."

"Then you will perish, pitiful peurin!" Rhevkaizer declared, blowing out more mist from her mouth.

"Name's Jaib. Don't forget that!"

Both their swords clashed and clanked to each other with fiery sparks coming out like fireworks. Jaib and Rhevkaizer slammed each other's swords so hard, all the fiery sparks fly across the middle of the landing area.

Cyra joins the fray by taking one of her golden scrolls, expanding it into a spear and slams it against Rhevkaizer's long and slim sword. Swish, slash and clash! Both Jaib and Cyra whom still have their emotions and freewill to battle against the cyberized Rhevkis now transformed into Rhevkaizer. It was unthinkable to even battle against a fellow member of the Resistance who has been turned.

Pressing on one of the buttons on her Trimia sword's rain guard, Jaib activates into a freely flinging trail of micro shackles connected to each blade piece and swings it across the middle ground of the area against the cybernetic Rhevkaizer as she counteracts her attacks with her straight sword pushing it out of her way.

Rhevkaizer's legs pulls out two engines from her back and thrusts herself out of Jaib and Cyra's space from them as fast as she could.

"You're not going anywhere, Rhevkaizer!" Jaib shouted, flinging her sword's flailing trail of metal towards the cyborg. "I'll have to immobilized each of you if I'm going to stop Copenazur, one by one!"

"Even if you defeat me, there will be more after you!" Rhevkaizer declared, turning around and has her left arm entangled by Jaib's whip of metallic pieces, as if a snake was entangling itself to its prey.

Running up from behind Jaib, Cyra steps on Jaib's back, jumps in the air and aims her staff at the robot. Rhevkaizer rolls herself out of Cyra's way as soon as she strikes her golden spear against the ground. She then swings her long sword against Cyra's waist, leaving a trail of purple blood leaking from her waist.

"Ah!" Cyra screamed, placing her right hand on the scratch on her waist.

"That does it!" Jaib growled, pulling Rhevkaizer away from Cyra and kicks her mechanical face, leaving a dent on her mouth guard. Taking her Tranor rifle in her right hand, Jaib swings it against Rhevkaizer's head and breaking off one of her horns into a torn branch. "How about that?" Jaib asked, mocking Rhevkaizer's broken horn and dented mouth guard.

"You are indeed foolish, Jallia Kuurikon!" Rhevkaizer snapped.

"You know my full name?!" Jaib asked, confused by her statement.

"Yes. Copenazur has shown me his secrets. The secrets that your real parents are connected to our new lord of the Zynektoverse."

"So what?" Jaib snapped. "Even if I do have parents, it doesn't change the fact Cyra's my family!"

Cyra looks up to Jaib still covering her scratch and portions of purple blood dripping on the clean glossy black floor. I won't let my student die here. Not now or ever! Cyra thought, getting up from the ground and running up towards Rhevkaizer. Taking another golden scroll in hand, she expands it into a staff and swings it against the cyborg's back very hard to her on her knees and hands.

Jaib pulls her Trimia sword still tied around Rhevkaizer's arm and kicks her again in the head, breaking off the mouth guard to reveal a black fabric covering in her face with three small blue tubes connected to her and covered by the leather around her neck. A puff of blue vapes rise from her exhaling mouth like an exhaust pipe. The bigger it got, the less opaque it became as it all fades into the cold and empty landing base.

Crouching her legs up ang jumping back up to the ground, Rhevkaizer kicks Jaib off the ground and back to it on her back. Getting back up, Jaib pulls Rhevkaizer while running around in the middle ground. Cyra follows her side by side as the kept their distance away from Rhevkaizer.

"What are you doing?" Cyra asked, crouching below the Trimia's multi shackled blade pieces and moving to the other side without the blades getting behind her.

"I'm going to tie her up with this sword and you try to immobilize her legs." Jaib replied. "I this could work, I know it!"

"Okay." Cyra said, panting out in mild pain from her bleeding scratch. "I'll help you immobilize Rhevkaizer while you entangle her in your sword's blades."

Cyra steps away from Jaib as she continues circling around the cyborg peurin all over the middle platform of the room. She reaches for her golden spear, removing its two joints off the ground and flings it back upward.

Analyzing Jaib circling around her as more metallic pieces wrap around her robotic body beginning with her left arm and to her torso, Rhevkaizer eyes at Cyra reclaiming her spear and kicks her lefts forward to get her as Jaib continued wrap her.

"Uh oh!" Jaib yelled. "Cyra, Rhev's coming!"

Jaib kept her fingers wrapped around her sword's grip as tightly as she dragged her bright silver boots against the glossy black floor on both the middle platform and all around the room with anticipation racing in her heart. Nervous and determined, she kept pulling even harder as the Rhevkaizer continued pulling away from Jaib.

Immediately, Cyra runs up to Rhevkaizer with her spear in her hands and stabs them against one of her mechanical knees to immobilize the cyborg. Sticking the spear's two pointy ends the knee's greaves and gears from inside like a fish flailing for life, Cyra twists the gears out in place and pulls it out. She does so the second time to another knee and Jaib swirls her Trimia's blades around off the cyborg's body ending with her left arm.

Afterwards, Jaib deactivates her Trimia sword by pressing the first button on its rain guard and straightens itself together into a smooth and perfectly lined chromed blade with minor blue blood stains from the robot.

Rhevkaizer's head twitches and shakes its upper body as if she were in a seizure, she couldn't get up in her legs. Looking at her sword beside her, she reaches for it but gets it stomped on by Cyra's golden boot.

"We don't want to hurt you, Rhevkis." Cyra said, her eyes narrowed down in sadness. "Jaib and I are here to put an end to Copenazur's reign. We even found a cure to the Zynektic Plague."

"Impossible!" Rhevkaizer responded, sounding as robotic and cold through the fabric covering her face and three tubes puffing out more blue mist from her face. "Copenazur thought curing it is incurable."

"Incurable? I don't think so." Jaib added, crouching down to the immobilized robot near her. "Thanks to our-err, Ra Dalakro's bulky I'ronnian friend, we can help get rid of this Plague forever." Her arms raised up in the air as soon as she got up from kneeling down to Rhevkaizer.

"You fool!" Rhevkaizer shouted, exhaling out more mist from her mouth inside the fabric. "Copenazur's cybernation is our cure!"

"Not for long." Jaib replied. "Once we're done with Copenazur, we'll help every cyberized people that he took and be free from his control. I can promise you that."

Taking the long and slim chromed sword in hand, Cyra lifts Rhevkaizer up by her chest and walks toward the dark glassed elevator ahead of them by two portals beside it. One in dark red resembling a mysterious dystopian planet, Tsuorxia and the orange one resembling the uninhabitable desert planet, Drytrolox.

"I hope you'll forgive us for this, Rhevkis." Said Cyra, still carrying the cyberized peurin by her chest. "We want the Zynektic Plague gone, but cyberizing intergalactic species isn't any better than my father's infidelities."

Jaib's ears twitched by the mention of Cyra's father's wrong doings like birds leaving their nest. Both curious and worried, Jaib looks at Cyra as they both continued towards the elevator ahead of them. Once arrived, Cyra raises the long-chromed sword in her hand and stabs Rhevkaizer's side of her stomach against the wall by the glassed elevator tightly to ensure the cyborg doesn't escape.

"I hope Rhevkis won't be pissed when she realizes we stabbed her to the wall after we cure her with Zaeorouk." Jaib said, slowly raising her hands up to her chin in concern.

"It's unlikely that she won't forget about it." Cyra answered, leaving the cyborg in place. "I've always been Zynektos's dirtiest general before I left."

Looking up at the tablet, Cyra sees buttons displayed with numbers going from Zero to Ninety.

"Wouldn't Ninety be where Copenazur is?" Jaib asked, looking at it as Cyra is hovering her fingers in between Seventy to Ninety.

"You could be right." Cyra replied. "But he could be anywhere in this space station. The Compempire is really big."

"How big?"

"Almost as big as a continent on Peurosk."

Cyra presses her fingertips against the button labeled 'Ninety' and steps back standing side by side with Jaib. Two glassed dark doors automatically open revealing a much clearer view of the elevator room inside it.

"Let's finish what he started." Jaib declared, pointing directly inside the elevator boldly as the two enter the elevator's doorway to the room itself.

"Copenazur will make you suffer, rebels!" Rhevkaizer snapped, still sounding as robotic as well as evil. "Your insolent insurrection will fail greatly!"

As soon as Cyra and Jaib entered the elevator, the dark glassed doors slide together closed and its structure hovers up from the landing base to all the 90 levels built inside the ginormous facility.

"Okay, Cyra." Jaib pats Cyra from behind with her eyes narrowed in a mild intrigue. "You’ve mentioned Zynektos this and Emjector that. Now it's time you explain everything to me before we proceed in our final battle. I want to know."

Inhaling a deep breath inside the cold elevator and breathing it out, Cyra locks her magenta eyes directly to Jaib in sincerity as if she were being interrogated by her adopted sister.

"Long ago, I was one of Zynektos's greatest generals who led them to battle and stole any intergalactic findings for his personal gain. He wanted everything, including Emjector's death by having to build himself an army with light zynekzity built into our weapons, armor and even our bodies."

"So, that's why..."

"Overtime, Zynektos became very ambitious. Grasping for more power and reproduction to satisfy his insane paranoia, he forces many of my Zynektokron brothers and sisters to do his bidding, even for immoral reasons such as murder and captivity. We took many demigoddesses from uncharted scopes of the Zynektoverse and bred more of my species. After a while, I just had it."

"You used to do all these things before you quit. Out of fear for your own life?"

"Actually, Zynektos didn't even care about how we felt towards his misguided directions to making a name for himself. He didn't even love me. There was a time just before I decided to quit, I confronted him."

As Cyra continued, she sees a reflection of herself. Imagining her reflection as her past self with long, bright and smooth golden hair and with the exact set of armor she wears now, Cyra from long ago approaches Zynektos in his violet-tinted throne room.

"This all happened a thousand years ago."

The throne room itself was large, round in walls, floor and ceiling, as if it were the inside of a planet. Eight big black hexagon platforms with each side rising up and down with one of the staying fixed in height in the middle of the entire room. Purple crystals popping in and out of the spherical room and in the very midst of the room is Zynektos. His silver beard pointed out, long nose, black bathrobe with one of his arms armored in gold and skin completely pale dark grey with eerie bright green eyes pointing directly at Cyra standing on the same middle platform.

"What brings you here, my apprentice?" Zynektos asked, sounding mighty and brute with his legs crossed together on the middle platform and his hands placed on his knees.

"It's the Zynektic Plague, father." Cyra answered. "Our army has grown much greater, but the sickness itself is coming into each passing generation and it's getting worse. We should do something to help cure it."

Uninterested by the threat of his own hubris, Zynektos barked out a laugh in a mockery tone. "Don't be ridiculous my daughter!" Said Zynektos, still laughing. "This Plague is just some minor effect that can easily be dealt with. Just don't freak out. Hmhmhm."

"Seriously?" Cyra answered, sounding as angry as Zynektos is chuckling harder. "As our God of Time, you should be better than this."

"You DARE question my authority, Cytraklon?!"

"I don't want to fight you, father." Cyra added. "But if you're going to sit in your ass doing nothing while the Zynektic Plague is taking over a good portion of the entire population in the Zynektoverse, then I will no longer be your general!"

With his lips pursed up close to his nose, bright grey eyebrows narrowed, and eerie green eyes turn to a dim mossy green in anger, Zynektos rises up from his throne platform and towers over Cyra's height. Up to at least twice her size, Zynektos stands firm and intimidating with his fists closed like volley balls as if her were ready to hit her as hard as stone.

"Goodbye, father." Said Cyra, turning towards an oval-shaped doorway on the wall and storms off out of his throne room. Enraged, Zynektos sits back down mumbling to himself like a cat growling to get over its annoyance.

"And that's how it went." Cyra finished with a few drops of tears streaming from her eyes after the fact. "I left Zynektopolis so I could start over and one day find a cure for the Zynektic Plague."

"Gee. Just..." Confused, shocked, Jaib couldn't think of a single word to respond to such an argument from her corrupted father, especially for a God of Time.

"I know this is hard to process, but..."

"Then what about Emjector?"

Her magenta eyes become as broad as the moon, dulled to a pale pink, her lips sealed, and tears stopped dropping, Cyra looked out the glassed wall of the elevator as the blue energy in it continues to carry it up to the top of the main tower: Copenazur's throne room.

"Emjector is the God of Chaos." Cyra said, sounding as if she was fearful of the mention of Emjector. "He is a monstrous entity capable of destroying worlds and life at will by absorbing them into his organic blood."

"So Emjector is worse than Zynektos is."

"No. He's just too dangerous to roam around. Luckily, he's been imprisoned by his only weakness by the Primordials. Light zynekzity."

As soon as the elevator stops, two dark glassed begin to slide open and reveal a deep, dark and evil throne room with demonic structures having its eyes and mouths glow blue.

"Yeah, you can tell me all about Emjector and the Primordials later, Sis." Said Jaib, taking her Trimia sword in hand and Cyra with both her golden spear and staff.

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Stepping through the combined colors of mossy green and indigo blue mist swirling around Jaib and Cyra is a big and empty landing area inside the Copempire's main tower. All eight portals in metallic colors resembling each planet in and outside of the Sporillak System and only one robotic individual standing near the glassed elevator.

"There's one cyborg here?" Jaib asked, growing curious of the mysterious robotic being. "I hope it's not Copenazur yet."

"State your business, intruder!" The robot responded, turning her head to Jaib and Cyra and walked directly towards them.

Concerned, Cyra goes up to right-side front of Jaib and halts her in position. Two sharp metallic blue and silver boots clank on the ground like small ringing bells as the robot reaches closer to both Jaib and Cyra standing firm. Her armor is sharp, smooth and clean as stainless steel with two horns on her head curving midway to the back and blue eyes blaze like fire.

"Just some outsiders looking to kick Copenazur's ass." Jaib replied, pointing at the robot. "But furthermore, who are you?"

The female robot unsheathes her straight, clean and chromed sword from her cover buckle from her slick blue thigh. Looking as if to battle against Jaib and Cyra, she puffs out a smoky blue mist from her chromed mouth plate with black vents on it.

"I am Unit RK-6766, alias Rhevkaizer." Rhevkaizer said, sounding as mechanical as well as cold. "Copenazur saved me from Zynektic damnation and in my debt, I will destroy anyone who gets in his way."

"Which reminds me, you don't happen to be one of Sidhorid's friends, are you?" Jaib asked, scratching her hair in curiosity. "Sidhorid told me and Cyra there were supposed to be four, but we rescued only three."

Rhevkaizer stared dead straight to Jaib eerily, as if a wolf is ready to strike.

"Rhevkis is no more." She answered. "She is a weak peurin who shouldn't be part of the Resistance, corrupted by emotion. I am no longer a part of it."

"Emotion corrupted you?!" Jaib snapped, pushing Cyra off and approached Rhevkaizer in an aggressive posture. Her legs spread apart and Trimia sword in hands, Jaib looked as if she were to battle against Rhevkaizer. "That isn't true. Emotion is freewill. Becoming a robot under Copenazur's image just isn't right. It's not my style of living."

"Then you will perish, pitiful peurin!" Rhevkaizer declared, blowing out more mist from her mouth.

"Name's Jaib. Don't forget that!"

Both their swords clashed and clanked to each other with fiery sparks coming out like fireworks. Jaib and Rhevkaizer slammed each other's swords so hard, all the fiery sparks fly across the middle of the landing area.

Cyra joins the fray by taking one of her golden scrolls, expanding it into a spear and slams it against Rhevkaizer's long and slim sword. Swish, slash and clash! Both Jaib and Cyra whom still have their emotions and freewill to battle against the cyberized Rhevkis now transformed into Rhevkaizer. It was unthinkable to even battle against a fellow member of the Resistance who has been turned.

Pressing on one of the buttons on her Trimia sword's rain guard, Jaib activates into a freely flinging trail of micro shackles connected to each blade piece and swings it across the middle ground of the area against the cybernetic Rhevkaizer as she counteracts her attacks with her straight sword pushing it out of her way.

Rhevkaizer's legs pulls out two engines from her back and thrusts herself out of Jaib and Cyra's space from them as fast as she could.

"You're not going anywhere, Rhevkaizer!" Jaib shouted, flinging her sword's flailing trail of metal towards the cyborg. "I'll have to immobilized each of you if I'm going to stop Copenazur, one by one!"

"Even if you defeat me, there will be more after you!" Rhevkaizer declared, turning around and has her left arm entangled by Jaib's whip of metallic pieces, as if a snake was entangling itself to its prey.

Running up from behind Jaib, Cyra steps on Jaib's back, jumps in the air and aims her staff at the robot. Rhevkaizer rolls herself out of Cyra's way as soon as she strikes her golden spear against the ground. She then swings her long sword against Cyra's waist, leaving a trail of purple blood leaking from her waist.

"Ah!" Cyra screamed, placing her right hand on the scratch on her waist.

"That does it!" Jaib growled, pulling Rhevkaizer away from Cyra and kicks her mechanical face, leaving a dent on her mouth guard. Taking her Tranor rifle in her right hand, Jaib swings it against Rhevkaizer's head and breaking off one of her horns into a torn branch. "How about that?" Jaib asked, mocking Rhevkaizer's broken horn and dented mouth guard.

"You are indeed foolish, Jallia Kuurikon!" Rhevkaizer snapped.

"You know my full name?!" Jaib asked, confused by her statement.

"Yes. Copenazur has shown me his secrets. The secrets that your real parents are connected to our new lord of the Zynektoverse."

"So what?" Jaib snapped. "Even if I do have parents, it doesn't change the fact Cyra's my family!"

Cyra looks up to Jaib still covering her scratch and portions of purple blood dripping on the clean glossy black floor. I won't let my student die here. Not now or ever! Cyra thought, getting up from the ground and running up towards Rhevkaizer. Taking another golden scroll in hand, she expands it into a staff and swings it against the cyborg's back very hard to her on her knees and hands.

Jaib pulls her Trimia sword still tied around Rhevkaizer's arm and kicks her again in the head, breaking off the mouth guard to reveal a black fabric covering in her face with three small blue tubes connected to her and covered by the leather around her neck. A puff of blue vapes rise from her exhaling mouth like an exhaust pipe. The bigger it got, the less opaque it became as it all fades into the cold and empty landing base.

Crouching her legs up ang jumping back up to the ground, Rhevkaizer kicks Jaib off the ground and back to it on her back. Getting back up, Jaib pulls Rhevkaizer while running around in the middle ground. Cyra follows her side by side as the kept their distance away from Rhevkaizer.

"What are you doing?" Cyra asked, crouching below the Trimia's multi shackled blade pieces and moving to the other side without the blades getting behind her.

"I'm going to tie her up with this sword and you try to immobilize her legs." Jaib replied. "I this could work, I know it!"

"Okay." Cyra said, panting out in mild pain from her bleeding scratch. "I'll help you immobilize Rhevkaizer while you entangle her in your sword's blades."

Cyra steps away from Jaib as she continues circling around the cyborg peurin all over the middle platform of the room. She reaches for her golden spear, removing its two joints off the ground and flings it back upward.

Analyzing Jaib circling around her as more metallic pieces wrap around her robotic body beginning with her left arm and to her torso, Rhevkaizer eyes at Cyra reclaiming her spear and kicks her lefts forward to get her as Jaib continued wrap her.

"Uh oh!" Jaib yelled. "Cyra, Rhev's coming!"

Jaib kept her fingers wrapped around her sword's grip as tightly as she dragged her bright silver boots against the glossy black floor on both the middle platform and all around the room with anticipation racing in her heart. Nervous and determined, she kept pulling even harder as the Rhevkaizer continued pulling away from Jaib.

Immediately, Cyra runs up to Rhevkaizer with her spear in her hands and stabs them against one of her mechanical knees to immobilize the cyborg. Sticking the spear's two pointy ends the knee's greaves and gears from inside like a fish flailing for life, Cyra twists the gears out in place and pulls it out. She does so the second time to another knee and Jaib swirls her Trimia's blades around off the cyborg's body ending with her left arm.

Afterwards, Jaib deactivates her Trimia sword by pressing the first button on its rain guard and straightens itself together into a smooth and perfectly lined chromed blade with minor blue blood stains from the robot.

Rhevkaizer's head twitches and shakes its upper body as if she were in a seizure, she couldn't get up in her legs. Looking at her sword beside her, she reaches for it but gets it stomped on by Cyra's golden boot.

"We don't want to hurt you, Rhevkis." Cyra said, her eyes narrowed down in sadness. "Jaib and I are here to put an end to Copenazur's reign. We even found a cure to the Zynektic Plague."

"Impossible!" Rhevkaizer responded, sounding as robotic and cold through the fabric covering her face and three tubes puffing out more blue mist from her face. "Copenazur thought curing it is incurable."

"Incurable? I don't think so." Jaib added, crouching down to the immobilized robot near her. "Thanks to our-err, Ra Dalakro's bulky I'ronnian friend, we can help get rid of this Plague forever." Her arms raised up in the air as soon as she got up from kneeling down to Rhevkaizer.

"You fool!" Rhevkaizer shouted, exhaling out more mist from her mouth inside the fabric. "Copenazur's cybernation is our cure!"

"Not for long." Jaib replied. "Once we're done with Copenazur, we'll help every cyberized people that he took and be free from his control. I can promise you that."

Taking the long and slim chromed sword in hand, Cyra lifts Rhevkaizer up by her chest and walks toward the dark glassed elevator ahead of them by two portals beside it. One in dark red resembling a mysterious dystopian planet, Tsuorxia and the orange one resembling the uninhabitable desert planet, Drytrolox.

"I hope you'll forgive us for this, Rhevkis." Said Cyra, still carrying the cyberized peurin by her chest. "We want the Zynektic Plague gone, but cyberizing intergalactic species isn't any better than my father's infidelities."

Jaib's ears twitched by the mention of Cyra's father's wrong doings like birds leaving their nest. Both curious and worried, Jaib looks at Cyra as they both continued towards the elevator ahead of them. Once arrived, Cyra raises the long-chromed sword in her hand and stabs Rhevkaizer's side of her stomach against the wall by the glassed elevator tightly to ensure the cyborg doesn't escape.

"I hope Rhevkis won't be pissed when she realizes we stabbed her to the wall after we cure her with Zaeorouk." Jaib said, slowly raising her hands up to her chin in concern.

"It's unlikely that she won't forget about it." Cyra answered, leaving the cyborg in place. "I've always been Zynektos's dirtiest general before I left."

Looking up at the tablet, Cyra sees buttons displayed with numbers going from Zero to Ninety.

"Wouldn't Ninety be where Copenazur is?" Jaib asked, looking at it as Cyra is hovering her fingers in between Seventy to Ninety.

"You could be right." Cyra replied. "But he could be anywhere in this space station. The Compempire is really big."

"How big?"

"Almost as big as a continent on Peurosk."

Cyra presses her fingertips against the button labeled 'Ninety' and steps back standing side by side with Jaib. Two glassed dark doors automatically open revealing a much clearer view of the elevator room inside it.

"Let's finish what he started." Jaib declared, pointing directly inside the elevator boldly as the two enter the elevator's doorway to the room itself.

"Copenazur will make you suffer, rebels!" Rhevkaizer snapped, still sounding as robotic as well as evil. "Your insolent insurrection will fail greatly!"

As soon as Cyra and Jaib entered the elevator, the dark glassed doors slide together closed and its structure hovers up from the landing base to all the 90 levels built inside the ginormous facility.

"Okay, Cyra." Jaib pats Cyra from behind with her eyes narrowed in a mild intrigue. "You’ve mentioned Zynektos this and Emjector that. Now it's time you explain everything to me before we proceed in our final battle. I want to know."

Inhaling a deep breath inside the cold elevator and breathing it out, Cyra locks her magenta eyes directly to Jaib in sincerity as if she were being interrogated by her adopted sister.

"Long ago, I was one of Zynektos's greatest generals who led them to battle and stole any intergalactic findings for his personal gain. He wanted everything, including Emjector's death by having to build himself an army with light zynekzity built into our weapons, armor and even our bodies."

"So, that's why..."

"Overtime, Zynektos became very ambitious. Grasping for more power and reproduction to satisfy his insane paranoia, he forces many of my Zynektokron brothers and sisters to do his bidding, even for immoral reasons such as murder and captivity. We took many demigoddesses from uncharted scopes of the Zynektoverse and bred more of my species. After a while, I just had it."

"You used to do all these things before you quit. Out of fear for your own life?"

"Actually, Zynektos didn't even care about how we felt towards his misguided directions to making a name for himself. He didn't even love me. There was a time just before I decided to quit, I confronted him."

As Cyra continued, she sees a reflection of herself. Imagining her reflection as her past self with long, bright and smooth golden hair and with the exact set of armor she wears now, Cyra from long ago approaches Zynektos in his violet-tinted throne room.

"This all happened a thousand years ago."

The throne room itself was large, round in walls, floor and ceiling, as if it were the inside of a planet. Eight big black hexagon platforms with each side rising up and down with one of the staying fixed in height in the middle of the entire room. Purple crystals popping in and out of the spherical room and in the very midst of the room is Zynektos. His silver beard pointed out, long nose, black bathrobe with one of his arms armored in gold and skin completely pale dark grey with eerie bright green eyes pointing directly at Cyra standing on the same middle platform.

"What brings you here, my apprentice?" Zynektos asked, sounding mighty and brute with his legs crossed together on the middle platform and his hands placed on his knees.

"It's the Zynektic Plague, father." Cyra answered. "Our army has grown much greater, but the sickness itself is coming into each passing generation and it's getting worse. We should do something to help cure it."

Uninterested by the threat of his own hubris, Zynektos barked out a laugh in a mockery tone. "Don't be ridiculous my daughter!" Said Zynektos, still laughing. "This Plague is just some minor effect that can easily be dealt with. Just don't freak out. Hmhmhm."

"Seriously?" Cyra answered, sounding as angry as Zynektos is chuckling harder. "As our God of Time, you should be better than this."

"You DARE question my authority, Cytraklon?!"

"I don't want to fight you, father." Cyra added. "But if you're going to sit in your ass doing nothing while the Zynektic Plague is taking over a good portion of the entire population in the Zynektoverse, then I will no longer be your general!"

With his lips pursed up close to his nose, bright grey eyebrows narrowed, and eerie green eyes turn to a dim mossy green in anger, Zynektos rises up from his throne platform and towers over Cyra's height. Up to at least twice her size, Zynektos stands firm and intimidating with his fists closed like volley balls as if her were ready to hit her as hard as stone.

"Goodbye, father." Said Cyra, turning towards an oval-shaped doorway on the wall and storms off out of his throne room. Enraged, Zynektos sits back down mumbling to himself like a cat growling to get over its annoyance.

"And that's how it went." Cyra finished with a few drops of tears streaming from her eyes after the fact. "I left Zynektopolis so I could start over and one day find a cure for the Zynektic Plague."

"Gee. Just..." Confused, shocked, Jaib couldn't think of a single word to respond to such an argument from her corrupted father, especially for a God of Time.

"I know this is hard to process, but..."

"Then what about Emjector?"

Her magenta eyes become as broad as the moon, dulled to a pale pink, her lips sealed, and tears stopped dropping, Cyra looked out the glassed wall of the elevator as the blue energy in it continues to carry it up to the top of the main tower: Copenazur's throne room.

"Emjector is the God of Chaos." Cyra said, sounding as if she was fearful of the mention of Emjector. "He is a monstrous entity capable of destroying worlds and life at will by absorbing them into his organic blood."

"So Emjector is worse than Zynektos is."

"No. He's just too dangerous to roam around. Luckily, he's been imprisoned by his only weakness by the Primordials. Light zynekzity."

As soon as the elevator stops, two dark glassed begin to slide open and reveal a deep, dark and evil throne room with demonic structures having its eyes and mouths glow blue.

"Yeah, you can tell me all about Emjector and the Primordials later, Sis." Said Jaib, taking her Trimia sword in hand and Cyra with both her golden spear and staff.