The Simpson's: In Space: Season 2: Episode 3: Legacy of The Ancients: Part 1

"There can be no pride, without shame. There can be no peace, without war looming on the horizon. We were once the children of the Blood Sons and Daughters of the Darklord, but the Nine, Feelia, Daggoroth, Tevinatarus. Gal'Malrul, Mith'Ran, Jur'Raknul. Val-cala, Heim-dakala, Frey-anas. The Nine Exiles of Elysium, offered us all a chance at redemption. In time, we made skyward for their homeworld. But in blind rage, we destroyed one of the few good things in this universe. In shame, the Nine abandoned us, but from the ashes of Elysium we found the resolve to endure. Wherever the Lost are, we shall bring the light of The All-Father to them. Wherever war is to be fought, we shall be there! We shall hold The Vigil forever, no matter what stands in our way! Our creators will feel the burn of the Exiles rage through us."

The Holy Codex of The Eternal Vigil, Tome of the Origin and Purpose of Va Revena-Uaalk'ashan: Chapter 7: Verses 11-38

A/N: Finally, I've been meaning to do this for two long years. The day where I show the world the ways of The Fellowship of Andu! (okay that's kind of a lie, for those of you familiar with Farscape that's what I really want to do, that and I might just gloss over this subject altogether) Enjoy!… I really want to get this nonsense over with.

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(12/18/09: 1:00 PM.)

"Good Morning passengers, today is day three of our trek to Telchine." Said the voice over the ships PA system. "We are now at Narsil, we now await word for us to pass into the Rhodes Sector." My name is Lisa Simpson, three days ago me, and my boyfriend (though in light of recent events that may no longer be true) Seth Elysium. We were captured by agents of The Order of The Blooded Torch, some sort of paramilitary arm of The Fellowship of Andu.

They haven't explained why they have captured us, from what Seth has told me my nature as a Serp'feratu was of interest to them. (he didn't say why, and whenever I did press the subject he'd ignore me) As for him, he assumed that they would question him about the riots that were going occurring on Amidala by the time we left. I am being held by plasma restraints around my wrists, ankles, and my neck. Seth is just in a cell sitting on a bench, apparently the events on Amidala finally broke him, I didn't even get a chance to meet his family.

"Well, it's nice that you still keep some things in perspective. I get the feeling you would have liked them." Said Seth, incidentally Seth that's probably the first nice thing you've you said to me since Metropoli Major. "It's also been then since you've done anything other then mindlessly flirt with me, so I guess were both equal." "Attention prisoners, we have been granted access to the Rhodes Sector. We make for Telchine and, wait? Maharial? Senvan are you two reading this?" What are they talking about? I've been hearing that extraterrestrial elf nonstop since we left Amidala. "I HEARD THAT SCALE HIDE!" Why can't these people stop reading my mind?

"I don't really know, it's either a secret Quetzal technique, or you just have to have seemingly random thoughts coinciding with coherent thought. Either way it doesn't matter now." Said Seth. "Attention passengers! A UFO shuttle has entered the system, standby for emergency Sa'qum Oddaqq!" I knew someone would try to save us! "Don't get your hopes up, we are still going to Telchine."

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"Turvack! They must have detected us!" I swore as the Fellowship craft made for Q-space. "Do not worry Seraph, we will catch up with them." Said Daavas as he began to rev up the shuttles Q-drive. "HOLD IT! HOLD IT! HOLD IT!" Oh no, not her again. "I want some answers and I WANT THEM NOW!" She said shaking me violently.

"Mom! Calm down!" Said Bart, as he and Knara held Marge back. "Look, what did those aliens want with Lisa?" Asked Marge. "Marge I already told you. They took her because she's a Serp'feratu, now either we put this ship into overdrive or we'll probably never see her, or Seth ever again!" I said, hoping futilely that she would listen.

"Yes, I know what you told me," said Marge, "but I want to look the aliens in the eye, or eyes as the case might be, and demand an explanation for this." She said, although knowing the Fellowship they'd probably give her the same answer I've been giving her for the past THREE DAYS! Iam's breath can't she just take my answer for what it's worth? I'm still winded from disrupting a Shadow Council between Adas, Oct'thulu and The Unknown One, so its amazing that I've remained conscious. "Look, just get this bucket of bolts to Telchine, and then leave with those two in tow. I don't want to be there any longer then strictly necessary." Said Knara, from what I remember from analyzing her memories while she, Bart, Lisa, Seth, Homer and so forth where on Orpheus II. Her desire NOT to be on her former 'homeworld' is understandable.

"I just want to know that my little girl is alright, it's almost Christmas, and I can't remember the last time something chaotic happened around this time of year!" From what I've made out of Bart, Lisa, and Homers memories I could believe her. Despite how inconsistent they were… I can explain this, one of the earliest of their memories I found interesting was one of Homer and Marge putting Bart, Lisa, and unless I'm mistaken their baby Maggie. It occurred on April 19th, 1987. Which makes me suspicious because, logically Bart and Lisa aren't that old.

By The All-Father my thoughts fall out of topic so easily all of a sudden, anyway I told Marge that we would get Lisa back in time for the holidays, that and Fellowship agents took Homer and his mother over Veph'shalis. She was pretty steamed that I hadn't told her when we left, so I jammed my finger into the Q-space ignition button. "Now, it should be about another six hours before we finally reach Telchine. You should know that by doing this we are violating over ten-thousand galactic laws, seven-thousand of which are strictly maintained by The Fellowship of Andu." I explained, of course considering that the Q-space engine is probably leaking at this point due to that abrupt jump, and that Telchines defense forces will probably shot us out of the skies of their homeworld.

But as Arbiter of Twile, the Warden of The Dead Plains. I cannot, and I will not run, not again. For mine, and my children's sake.

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Hello, my designation is EMIR-12, I am currently onboard the bridge to the UFO starship, the Katana that is currently in orbit of the UFO Shipyards of Io. Three days ago, my mistress, Seraph Ashla asked me if I wanted to join me for a voyage to Telchine. But instead, I agreed to Admiral Bethany Tanto's request to help her contact Earth. Normally I would assist try to assist mistress Ashla, but… I don't know after I learned of Bethany's, 'condition'… I'm not sure what I'm feeling, sympathy? Guilt? Love? I don't know, I attained sentience shortly after I found mistress Ashla last August. So I'm not that big an expert with such things, anyway Admiral Tanto showed me a holographic display of the Whitehouse.

"Do you wish to know why I am showing you this?" She asked, possibly referring to the holographic display on the bridge. "Not really, does it have anything to do with your ah…" "Yes, it does, I've been calling President Oranous for the past three days but she never answers." She explained, wait? Didn't she know President Catherine during Collage or something? "I see… so what are you planning?" I asked the Japanese women. "I plan to break into the White House, and ask her why she turned me into a… a droid." She said shamefully, by the Prototypes this female is crazy! "Admiral," I said trying to sound reasonable, "don't you think she might be busy with official Federation business? After the Somites were defeated, she would have her hands full with-" "Look Legionare," said Tanto interrupting me, "she and I have been friends since we were tweens." Is that what they're calling pre-teens these days? No, wait humans have been calling their young that for millennia. "She owes me an answer for this. Besides, I haven't seen her in person in over two or so years." She hasn't seen her best friend in two years? Either my logic matrix is on the fritz, or this human is as crazy as she sounds! "So let me get this straight. You want to break into the Whitehouse, so you can ask the President why she made you into a droid, and as far as I know it was because you fell off of a skyscraper or a related incident." I said, summarizing my knowledge of the situation. "My question is as thus," I then shuck the deranged madwomen, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU? YOU DERANGED MONKEY-LADY!"

She then knocked me in the forehead. "Alright, you mind if you hear me out on this?" I nodded in agreement, anything to figure out the logic in this nonsense. "Alright, Catherine is a Spartan." Oh… that explains something, Spartans are known for having a sort of sixth sense. Kind of like the Essence as used by the Lukus Templar's and Fellowship Hierarchs and similar ranks. Except that it just provides vague visions of the future, really vague, like they only have choppy imagines of the future. As in general they know the scenario, but no details beyond that. Don't ask me how that works.

"So, you believe that Catherine saved your life so you could play a part in some convoluted gambit?" I asked. "Yes! I've been trying to tell you that for the past three days you stupid piece of hardware!" If she's trying to sound sane she's doing a very bad job at it. "Now, unless I'm mistaken you were a information broker before you were a bodyguard droid, correct?"

"Well it was kind of between both of-"

"And during that time, did you come across schematics for the Whitehouse?"

"Only once, I thought that it might have been useful at some point. But I couldn't think of anything to use them for-"

"Then YOU will plan for a point of entry into the Whitehouse, YOU will get me inside without any trouble, and I will get the answers I want out of her!" She ranted.

By Asimov and Andúril! This… this individual is insane!… yet strangely beautiful, is human hair naturally that black? And her eyes, I wonder how long it would take for me to find out what shade it is? And her figure… I didn't know that humans could have such a nice bosom. "Are you still here? Get to planning!"

"As… you say… Admiral." She was so much more approachable when she DIDN'T know that she was a robot. If we survive this nonsense I'm going to beet some sense into this shizno with a crowbar, and assuming she doesn't remember THAT I will also give her some flowers and a heart shape box with chocolate.

My word my logic matrix MUST be on the fritz. 'Must get, Tsaristyn, Ochic, Rahpo, and Madrid Porsche to help.' Where did that come from? Who is Madrid Porsche anyway?

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(7:00)

Wow it's dark in here, I wonder where I am. "You are in the Keep of The Undying Duty, and you are all here to answer some questions." Who was tha- OW MY EYES! THEY BURN! "Now, let me know your sight returns so I can get on with questioning." Okay, okay I think my sight is returning. "What the? Mom where are we? And Edna what are you doing here?" I asked, I remember the wedding between her and Ned. I ate the entire cake while everyone was focused on the ceremony. "You have been brought here to answer some questions about a recently captured Blood Lord Rakata. Who you would all know as 'Ned Flanders' before his decent into madness." "So… you want to ask us questions about Flanders?" I asked the voice. "Aye, you were his neighbor for thirteen years, the female Edna Krabaple was at one point his wife. And the other female… actually we don't know her relationship with the heretic Flanders. I think she was taken here because she was within seeing distance of the fat one."

D'oh! Not another organization that kidnaps random people simply for guilt by association. "Look, I need to speak with Minas Ty'phon! I barley know anything about this 'Ned Flanders' aside from the fact that, apparently he's gone mad!" Said mom at last. "And who are you to make such a request?" "Don't get smart with me, Bill-Bow Fraado, son of Bill-Bow Boga." Said mom. "You dare speak with such!- wait? How did you know my name? And my fathers name at that?" Asked the voice, all of a sudden a light shone over a,… a Hobbit? Were being interrogated by a Hobbit? I expected a lot of weird aliens in this universe, including several that just look bathroom fixtures and giraffes. BUT A HOBBIT! "Madam, please keep your sons thoughts under control! His spiciest attitude is giving me a headache the size of Chal'gigatus!" Complained the Hobbit. "Oh wait hold on, I'm getting a request to meet with Fanis Dayle at landing pad 9. You all should consider yourselves lucky, this interview shall wait."

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"Attention passengers, we have arrived at Telchine. And it is now that we make our judgments upon you both" My brother said over the ships com systems, our ship then landed outside of the Keep of The Undying Duty. "Now then Maharial, we have a monster to chain up, and a potential student to take under my tutelage." And we all know the bang up job he did with Thel Knara don't we? I really hope she heard me back on Tuc-Wrex, anyway we went down to the hold to get the prisoners.

"Alright, this how we shall do things. You, Serp'feratu," he said pointing at Lisa Simpson, "shall be taken to the bowels of the keep. The Pious Hierophant will speak with you. You will answer his questions, no matter what they are. Do you understand me?"

"I will, you stupid little-" Before she could continue, Fanis grabbed her by the neck, and placed a plasma restraint around her mouth. "Your defiance will grant you no mercy." He said as he rearranged the plasma restraints on her hands so that she could be transported. "As for you Seth, you will be taken before a tribunal. They will ask you questions about what had happened on Amidala. Considering that you were willing to come with us, I will escort you to the tribunal. Do you understand?"

"Aye, I shall do as asked." Said Seth grimly, poor kid he looks like he's seen an eternity of war in the span of a few weeks. But then again the blackened blood veins kind of make that obvious. We then left the ship with both of them in tow. We were greeted by Bill-Bow Faado, Steward of The Keep of The Undying Duty. "Welcome home Fanis, Maharial," he greeted, "I hope that your charge was fulfilled." "Faado, it was glorious, we arrived on Amidala and made for the Serp'feratu." He said referring to the imprisoned Lisa. "But we were caught, but that didn't deter us from our duty." Funny how he's leaving out Seraph Ashla. "And you'll never believe this, but I actually met Seraph Ashla!" Never mind. "Really? I thought she was with the Federation Navy?"

"Yes, but apparently some sort of bizarre-"

"What did I do to deserve this?" Thought Lisa, her thoughts echoing with a noticeable mix of fear and hatred as Faado and Fanis were conversing with Seth trailing behind them. "Being at the wrong place at the right time, or something like that." I whispered to her. "Look, you seem a decent enough person, relatively speaking." I said. "So I'll try to make sure your treatment is humane."

"And why would I accept help from you? As far as I'm aware your just as hell bent as him to inflicting random pain on me." By the Wraiths of El'uvia this girl is cynical, probably got these ideas from Knara, though I wouldn't blame her for such things. What with the shape she was in when Andúril took his Pride (which as far as I know, was just his Brood Mate, son and Knara) to Earth I wouldn't blame her.

"Look I'd do more, but for one thing I don't have the authority to do so. Secondly, your ah… let's just say that someone that you MAY know was involved with your ah… with your… condition." I said, trying my best NOT to tell her that Andúril was the creator of the Serp'feratu, especially since he's on the planet. "That, and you're the only Ub-Viper we've every captured alive." "So what are you going to do? Dissect me? Torture me? Use me as part of some kind of twisted super soldier program?" She asked. "No, in fact I'd imagine the United Federation of Orion would do all those things to you given the chance." I explained to her as we entered the keep proper, its ivory halls going upwards for what would seem an eternity... but the ceilings are only that high so that Tserranians and other large sentient beings can traverse the keep without having to crouch down. "But we will only ask you questions, and hopefully it will just end with you being imprisoned within the Catacombs."

"Maharial! Stop talking to the Khor'cana!" Said my brother, if I had to guess he probably overheard Lisa's thoughts. "Alright, you shall take the Serp'feratu to Minas Ty'phon, for some unexplained reason he wishes to speak with the abomination." Said Fraado, you'd think a Shiran of all people would be tactful, even to one of Andúril's creations. "As for the human Elysium, he shall be taken to the Counsel of Interrogation. When they are done you shall resign him to whatever fate you see fit Fanis." "WHAT! They can't do this! I'M AN AMERICAN CITIZEN!" Lisa's thoughts screamed. "Quiet!" Said Fanis, thrashing a dagger across Lisa's face. "I have such variations of that excuse for nearly a century, do not think you can scare me with your empty words." He said, as much as I hate to admit it. I have to agree with him, almost every human that is brought to Telchine says some phrasing of 'I'm a citizen of (insert place)' and frankly it's getting on my nerves.

Still, the girl disserves better then this. "I am going to kill someone if I'm not released within the next thirty minutes." But then again, a conversation with va Pi'on-Saulumos might change her tone… so long as he doesn't bring up Andúril's hand in the Serp'feratu's creation.

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My name is Catherine Oranos, President of the United Federation of Orion. My administration… has been a trial for me, first the last Chronosphere on Earth evaporated, then I was blackmailed into belly dancing at my first state of the union address. And,… and then this turved war, first it was just against some overly ambitious pirates. Now it's become everything I feared.

Worlds being destroyed, entire planetary populations slaughtered, and getting an ear full from every half-witted politicians on Earth demanding that I hand over the entire federal treasury for some stupid ill-conceived get rich quick scheme. "Politicians exists to serve man, and never to rule over him. Foul and corrupt are they, who have taken the gift of authority and turn it against his countrymen. They shall be named malefactors, accursed ones. They shall find no rest in this world or beyond. " I said, quoting my father Verdun-936 who,… who died during the Fall of Soma. I have just gotten out of the shower, I stare at myself in my three-piece decency shower garment. (three piece as in two separate cups for my breasts)

Why did I even get into politics? All I remember that morning was an undeniable urge to become a politician. My father was against it, but he didn't stop me, he just told me that I was in over my head. Within three months I was representing the Spartan Sector in the Federal Senate. And then we drew strays (as in we drew pictures of straws) to see who would be condemned, oh wait I'm sorry. 'Honored' with being appointed ambassador to the Fellowship of Andu.

"Madam President," said one of my Secret Service bodyguards over one of the many com speakers in the White House. I'll never understand why I rented these guys from the Neeyalans, clones are so annoying to keep track of. "We have a Telkine, Quetzal, and a Njord are in front of the White House. They claim to be pizza delivery men, but from our scans we have determined that they do not have any pizza's. But rather enough weapons and ordinance to penetrate security." This guy had better be kidding with me, I'm not in the mood for bad jokes at this hour in the night. Even if it is seven pm- wait, random aliens on the White House porch with pizza? "What kind of pizza did they say it was?"

"We already asked, they said it was extra cheese with black olives, bacon and Quetzalan yiv'anan petals." By the Unknown Soldiers, there is only one person in the universe who knows that those are my favorite pizza toppings. (except maybe the Rumors or the Quetzal, but I don't see either of them sending me a pizza for any reason whatsoever) "Can one of you run a scan of the White House's ventilation system?" I said as I left the bathroom in a bathrobe. I suspected that whoever sent those pizza delivery boys was sneaking through the ventilation shafts. "Scanning now. Finished. Two non organic signatures and one organic signature are in the ventilation shafts."

No… Bethany is here, by the Veterans why couldn't she just call me? No wait she tried before Veph'shalis, but I used her obedience protocol. "HELLO!" What the! Oh, it's just Paul, ever since Minas Aiur dared him to that drinking contest has been going down the toilet. I told him to stop when the Shiran bourbon was brought out, I don't even remember liking him that much during collage. "Out doing honey here are what you?" At least he's not reciting stupid poetry, unfortunately that also means that Mental degradation syndrome is getting worse. "Just go back to sleep." I told him.

He promptly went to sleep. I just hope that Bethany and whatever poor naïve droid, and the bonehead she dragged along don't come across my secret plans to save the human race from the Fellowship and it's deranged emperor… no wait, the AI and super-weapon research are on Charon. Still, I may have absentmindedly left my journal recordings and related documentation around random pieces of furniture around the building. But Bethany does have a habit of stealing random objects for no apparent reason.

Still remember the first day I met her… I still don't know how I could have gotten that janitors closet mixed up with homeroom. All-Father protect us all.

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Oh my head… what happened? "Bart? Bart wake up!" I woke up to Knara calling me name. "What happened? Are we at Telchine?" I asked rubbing my head. "Yes, but because Seraph didn't vent the Q-drive it imploded when we exited Q-space." "I would have! But Marge would have nagged me into a coma!" Said Seraph standing on… is the ship insured for… whatever just happened to it? "Anyway, the ship crashed into an Human Interment Station. So far no one has found our crash site, but that might soon change." "I see, but what's a Human Interment Station?" I asked. "HIM's are where humans are housed in Fellowship space." Amazing, even in the kind-of-far future there are still slums, except these days their quite literally- "WHAT WAS THAT!" I screamed, jumping into Knara's arms. "By The All-father your jumpy." Well we did just survive a shuttle crash into a space station, so I think she can forgive me for doing this… again.

"Hello, my name is Ace Blood-Oath." Said a squeaky voi- "WHAT IS THAT THING! IT'S HIDEOUS!" "Will you relax Bart?" Said Knara, dropping me. "It's just a scavenger… a horribly mutated scavenger." Mutated nothing! It looks like a seven armed version of Gollum! "It is this your ship?" It asked pointing at the wreck. "What do you think?" I asked. "Well at first I thought that the lizard men were crashing random ships into the station again, but normally there aren't any survivors. So I assume that this is your craft?" "Aye!" Said Daavas, kicking some scrap metal off of himself. "OW! That was not a smart thing to do." He said out loud. "So, what brings you outlanders to these parts?" The seven armed mutant asked. "We have come to rescue my daughter and her boyfriend from elves!" Said Mom coming out of the wreck.

"Elves? What are Elves?" Asked… Ace…. he just looks so gross, I still can't believe I used to think something like seven arms was cool. "You know, people with pointed ears." Explained Mom. "Oh! You mean Lor-Loth's, well what happened?" Oh boy, he just asked Mom to tell a story.

"Well it all started about four months ago, Lisa met this boy in school. Well I say meet, he actually ran into her while running through the hallway." Why couldn't she just get to the part where we actually went after Fanis? I bet she'll get into his problems with meat. "-We then learned that Seth had some kind of digestive problem with meat." OH! WHY CAN'T SHE JUST GET TO THE POINT! That's it I'm hijacking this story! "Long story shot, Seth started a civil war, Lisa's some kind of bloodsucking mutant, and were stranded here."

"Bart! That was very rude of you to interrupt me." Said Mom. "So, you came all the way out here so you could get them out of here?" Asked Ace. "Pretty much, yes." Said Knara. "Hmm… I might be able to help you get down to the surface, but it will take a lot of ingenuity and cunning. Two traits I have in ample supply."

"You had better," said Seraph, "I doubt my new pet would be of use even BEFORE I enthralled him." She said, what is she talking about? "You honor me… my queen." What the? Ah boy, the only clean pair of underwear I have, and it's ruined. What was she thinking getting that cyborg anyway?

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"Now this meeting of the Counsel of Interrogation." Said my father, Ors-Els Dayle. A fine example of the Loth-Lor people, as he began the meeting. "At this moment we are speaking to the human, Seth Elysium." He said, Seth sat in his stool as the counsel look down on him. I, Fanis Dayle, was in an alcove on the other side of the chamber.

"Our first question, what happened on the wounded planet, Kobra Minor?" Asked father. "Serp'feratu took my mother to that world. They turned her into a Blood Ghoul, so I killed her to ease her suffering." He answered bluntly. "When the Serp'feratu left the planet with there Blood Disciple masters, I destroyed one of the planets moons in order to hid what I did from the rest of the galaxy." HE DID WHAT? He destroyed a moon just so he could hid that he killed his mother! That still doesn't explain how he escaped from that mess. "Then how did you escape?" Asked garud'ashan. "I used a Blood Portal that the Serp'feratu used to escape the planet. Now if you will all pass judgment on me so we can all get this day over with." By The Nine, he bears the look of a dead man in his eyes. Assuming garud'ashan doesn't sentence him to a Tournament of Death, I have plans for that boy.

"As much as we would like to just send you to Gra'toa, we have to get all of the details." Said Counselor Duren-Veil, a Vola'tar from Kelt-za'Tha. "We understand your purpose on Tuc-Wrex." He said, using the real name of the Urdnot homeworld. "But we must know what happened that caused the Abaddon Riots." "I was kidnapped by my one time love, Meredith Abaddon. I honestly don't know she did it, but it was somehow connected to House Abaddon taking over the Republic." He explained, he went on explaining the were-shark thing. And just about everything that happened in between now and Kobra Minor. "Alright, from what you have told us," said the telepathic Velt-Cu'a Counselor, Baora Zha'L-or. "Your mother was kidnapped by Serp'feratu, you killed her after Blood Cultists turned her into a Blood Ghoul, then you destroyed one of Kobra Minors moons, and then your adventures on Orpheus II and M&M. Now this mess."

"That's the gist of it." Said Seth. "All right, here is my judgment." Said my father. "You will be put into my Abel'ashan's custody, and he shall do with you as he pleases." YES! He listened to me. "Whatever." Said Seth dismissively. He and I left the chamber as Garud'ashan called in his next case, something about character witnesses for some heretic. "You talked him into letting me into your custody instead of sending me strait to Gra'toa before the hearing didn't you?" He asked.

"That I did human," I said, "that I did. Not to make too fine a point, I was moved by your rant when our voyage from Tuc-Wrex began."

"You heard that?" He asked. "Well it was more interesting then hearing my sister complain about my sense of humor, now I have a proposition for you." I said as we walked onto the walkway between the Keep of the Undying Duty and the rest of the city of Minas Telkine. "If it involves singing ballads in taverns I don't want to hear about it."

"No, no, no, you'll get to kill things." I said. "You see, I am a mentor by trade. But my last student," that dismal spineless failure Knara, "well let's just say that my last student that I taught. Nearly cost me my career, my last student killed someone else's student." I don't care if Phar-va'Z broke her leg, urinated on her head, and beat her senselessly with a fish. That was no excuse to drive his head into a meat grinder.

"Is there a point to this?" Asked Seth as we made for a civilian Gra'toa shuttle. "I'll explain further when we get to Gra'toa." I said as the shuttle took off. "For now, just know that you'll be getting what you need most right now."

I don't doubt that he suspects my gambit, he looks cynical enough for such suspicions. But that doesn't concern me, he'll get to avenge his mother, I get my first successful indentured serf.

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"Bring forth, Lisa Simpson! Daughter of Marge Simpson, of Earth." I, Minas Ty'phon announced telepathically. Maharial Dayle, daughter of Ors-Els entered my throne room. She brought the Serp'feratu Ub-Viper, Lisa Simpson with her, the mutated human was bound with plasma restraints.

They passed through the Hall of The Honored. Both sides of the hall were decorated with statues of the heroes of The Fellowship. Fraado the Stout Hearted, the leader of tribe Bill-Bow when the Fellowship first encountered the Shirans on their homeworld of Hobbita during the Age of Exploration. Dura'tann Th-Raaal, Loth-Lor Champion that led the evacuation of El'uvia, the Lor-Loth and Loth-Lor homeworld of El'uvia during the War of Stagnation. Thel Sigmar, mother of Thel Anon and Thel Andúril, and first of the Tal'dar-Sigmar to be entombed within the dreaded war machines. And the most recent addition, Kyl of the Grey Vanguard, son of Tserranian, who was entombed within a Tal'dar-Sigmar after The Massacre of Metropoli Major.

By the Nine my thoughts wander so easily. "Here she is," said Maharial as she came before my throne, "now if you won't be needing anything else-"

"You will stay here, and listen." I ordered her, her face became stricken with fear. If I had to venture an educated guess, she's either nervous with being in my presence, afraid that Lisa will go on a rampage, or she's constipated and is to embarrassed to talk about it. "As you say, Pious Hierophant." She said reluctantly. "Well, you got my attention." Said Lisa pretending not to be afraid of me. "Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. Oh lord Buddha help me."

"Pray to whatever deity of the Terran Pantheon you wish." I projected my thoughts into her mind as I stood up from my throne. "Look, just do whatever you want with me." She said. "What does he want from me? Why is he staring at me?" While her thoughts were blaring out loud, I heard this loud gurgling noise. "I need to feed!" She shouted, before either me or Maharial could process this, she leapt on me, baring her fangs.

"TY'PHON! NO!" Screamed Maharial as she tried to take Lisa away from my neck. I don't know what she did, but somehow Lisa's Serp'feratu features reverted. "Maharial,… please tell me you didn't do what I think you did." I looked at the Loth-Lor girl, her eyes glowed a pail yellow. "I am so sorry Im-Perous, but I will not allow you to be tainted by such a foul creature."

Maharial, you fool, your compassion does you credit beyond your station. But this… I knew I shouldn't have shared the details of my dream the day she and her brothers team left for Tuc-Wrex. The night before… was a chaotic night, it started with Twile, the Warden of The Dead Plains showing me over a vast burning field, Minas Telkine, Telchine, and the rest of the universe was burning.

I saw a massive beast, a demon of the Darklord Cocytus. A parody of all life in the form of one beast, a towering behemoth that made my mind burn in fear. I saw every Blood Creature recorded in the Lexicanum Demonicus bringing sacrifices to the beast, and dancing around it. "This will be the fate of all, if he succeeds." Twile told me, the last being I saw being dragged before the demon… it was me bare naked, with my empty eye-sockets for all to see. "Ah, dear uncle Ty'phon. For one-thousand years you have served me, I played with you, your feeble attempts to keep my warrior spirit from reaching my potential. Now, through Adas and Cocytus, I shall rule all of creation!" Bellowed the demon, his voice burned my ears and froze my soul. "A pity, had you not gathered the slayers of the Snaipmyloians, the Blood Sires, Seraph Ashla, Zaar Lrack, Fanis Dayle, Catherine Ouranos. You and the Seraphim may have had a chance to stop me. But, your memories of Iss'care'ot have all but shriveled your will to fight." It then picked me up, and swallowed me whole.

"Sir?… sir are you alright?" Asked Lisa, interrupting my train of thought. Maharial's transference must have worked, she looks relatively normal despite her pail skin. "Sorry, my memories are just acting up." I said, she looked at me with a concerned face. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I ah… I'm not sure what I saw. But I think, and I'm actually sure about this. But I think I saw into your mind." She said, so she got a taste of my memories. "Please, I wish to learn." She said politely, sitting with her legs crossed. "Learn what? This had better not be some kind of trick child!" I said, I then peered into her thoughts. "I know you don't trust me, but from what I learned from drinking Maharial's blood… all I learned was that the universe is in more trouble then simply pirates, and general paranoia of robots hiding in society. But nothing specific beyond what I thought I already knew, I wish to help."

Well,… I must… this is kind of scary. And I have seen horrors that would probably bring this girl to tears. "Im-Perous! I heard noise!" Said Zaar as he burst flying into the throne room. "What the?" He looked back and forth between Maharial, Lisa, and several random pieces of furniture for no apparent reason. "Uh… can someone explain what's going on here?" He asked.

"Maharial transferred the humans Serp'feratu taint into herself. And now the young human want's to learn the ways of Va Revena-Uaalk'ashan." I told him, a confused look was plastered on his face, and an odd smell permeated the air. "Who farted?" Asked Lisa, I'm going to assume that she isn't all aware of Quetzal anatomy.

For better or for worse, I will teach this girl what I can. And if anyone says that it is unwise, then they shall say that I am unwise.