Akian Empire, Planet Brod

The world was blindingly white as the young alien trudged through the snow, his lavender wings pressed closely to his body for warmth. After living here for seventeen years you'd think one would get used to the fall blizzards. His boots clunked on something solid, one more step and he would have smacked right into the door. A thickly gloved hand scrambled for the handle of the large building. It was times like this that he wondered why the house was painted white. As a small child he had been told that the buildings were made of solid ice, but later discover it was merely painted bricks. The wood door swung open with little grace. Mika sighed, he hated taking out the garbage.

"Don't close that door Mika!" His younger sister called, "You're just going to have to open it again."

" Oh." Mika chortled, "Why's that Beryl? Do you have to get new boots or something?"

"Haha." Beryl said dryly, "Not quite, the counsel summoned you." Mika's eyes widened.

"Really? This is fantastic! I gotta' go!" Mika tightened his fur head band and turned right back out the door running do fast that he forgot to close the door behind him.

"Wait! I thought that was a bad thing!" Beryl sighed as she struggled to close the door. "Stupid brother," she grumbled.
Mika ran through the soft ice towards the towering white. He could distinguish the decorative towers from the rest of the swirling white, but the ominous blue glow of the torches told him the direction he needed to go. He had been waiting for this day his whole life; the counsel was getting the information on who was the champion for Akia. He was one of the strongest fighters and could use illusion magic, a talent that hadn't been seen for years. He pushed the Ivory doors open and stepped into the warmly colored room. The heavy doors closed behind him slamming shut to alert the others of his arrival. An old man all in grey came to the front, his silvery hair reached to his green finger tips. His smoky eyes studied the teen in front of him, his feathered wings dragged behind him.

"Saxon will see you." Mika brightened even more, Saxon was the ruler of Akia, which had to mean good news. He entered the room to see a mangy blue haired boy and a tall dark haired woman, both with bat like wings. Wings usually showed the nature of an Akian, Saxon had been the first Bat winged ruler of Akia and was thusly entirely feared and respected. She had ruled them with an iron fist and commands that stood stronger than stone. Despite the cold of the Northern planets her robes where hardly suited for the cold whether suggesting that she never set foot outside. The fiercely violet haired leader turned to face Mika and the other guest.

"Glad to see that you have both made it," She gave a deadly smirk, "I trust you had no issues arriving." The two nodded vigorously. "Good, now I'm sure our little chat is not why you came out here so I'll get straight to the point. Kail, you will be our champion." The blue haired boy restrained a growl and nodded. Mika couldn't believe his ears, not only was he not going to be the champion, but a criminal was. Kail had been locked away after killing his own family and their friends. He was sentenced to live the rest of his life in a jail cell, yet there he was going to represent all of Akia. Kail stood up and left the room taking some form of facial cue from Saxon. Mika looked around and noticed he was now alone with his leader.

"May I ask why?" Mika said while bowing. The dictator turned to look at the lavender haired boy his long locks now hid his face.

"Oh, I know he will try harder than any other Akian." She said as if it was no big deal.

"But I know I could do better than him!" Mika exclaimed, and then covered his mouth. No one had ever spoken that way to a leader, ever. It just simply wasn't done. Even still, Saxon took it in good humor.

"I know this as well," she said coolly, "that is why you are not going as well. You see Kail has been given the simple task to make sure our empire succeeds. You however have been given the delicate task to make sure that Irk looses. Kail is strong enough to hack and slash his way past Phunk and Furon, but Irk was made for things like these. No doubt they will decide on the most capable invader to do the job. After all it's not like they would willingly put the tallest in jeopardy." Mika swallowed as he watched Saxon circle him like prey. "So what I need you to do is disguise yourself as an Irken. It shouldn't be too hard just a simple hair cut and a wing binding and all you'll have to do is disguise your clothes and make it look like you have those antenna things that I believe are referred to as lleku and you're good to go. Once there you can infiltrate the system and choose the dumbest, most corruptible Irken you can find and the Abyss serum is as good as ours"

"Isn't that cheating?"

"Oh and you think that the other empires are going to play fairly?" Saxon sneered, "I'm merely using their own tactics against them. So are you willing to accept the mission?" Mika gulped, he had no real choice in the matter. Mika nodded. "Good, so I suggest that you go get ready to leave. That well you'll have ample time to infiltrate Irk and make sure they don't win the Abyss serum." Mika left the room; this was so much at once. There was no way he could fail this task, if he did than he would never be allowed to return.