Author's Notes: I hope the storyline hasn't gotten too confusing for you...I found it difficult to follow, I even had to reread some of the FHTI2 to make sure I was getting it all right.

CH – 11 Annus Villis Praestolatio, Expergefacio! Milia Legionis! (A Year's Worth of Waiting, Awaken! Thousand Armada!)

Kunai watched as Zenchi threw a couple of weapons into his voot. A look of determination was obvious all over Zenchi's body.

"Listen...Zenchi..." Kunai began, his words choked when he saw Zenchi's gaze fall upon him.

"What is it?" Zenchi asked hurriedly,"We have to leave tonight."

"We cannot leave yet." Kunai sighed, "I fear we have run out of time ...Zenchi."

Zenchi turned his attention away from the voot and completely focused on Kunai. His expression seemed raged.

"What the hell do you mean!? The fleet left less than a few hours ago, and you're telling me you give up already?"

Kunai scoffed, "No, I meant that if we leave now, we will get caught up in the Silix Onis, the Rock Storm."

"A rock storm?"

Kunai nodded, "Your fleet came just in time, and amazingly they planned well, coming a year late because they knew the shower would cause trouble for them. In a few moments the meteors will shower the sky, if we head after the fleet now, we'll get pummeled and never catch up. We must wait. One year..."

"I DON'T HAVE TIME TO WAIT ONE YEAR!" Zenchi balled up his hands into fists and brought them down hard into the sand, "I will not sit here for one year while Irk holds Aura and Blue prisoners!"

"You MUST Zenchi. Aura would not want you to die immediately! She will wait for you even if it takes a year, I know it."

Zenchi growled angrily and began pacing back and forth. His mind was filled with countless thoughts of what the Irkens would do to Aura and Blue once Kiff tells Tallest Shruikan what happened on Adurna. Even more so, he and Kunai could not possibly take out the fleet alone...he would need so many warriors to help him.

"If we stay here, Aura and Blue will be dead by the time we reach Irk! And...even if we leave now..." his voice grew soft and weak, "You and I alone can't take down a whole planet teeming with trained fighters."

Kunai looked at Zenchi with his ghostly eye, "True, you and I alone cannot win...but perhaps...if we had a..thousand soldiers..."

Zenchi turned his head up to Kunai with a look of disbelief, "Kunai no...we can't do that! Besides, Kiff has the book!"

"So what? Zenchi, you are the descendant of Belua, you are heir to the throne of Irk, the rightful Tallest! In you runs the blood of a powerful family, you can control the Thousand Armada!"

"What if I'm not the one..." Zenchi sighed, repeating the words he heard in his vision, "...what if...it could be a mistake..."

"A mistake?" Kunai mocked, "..if it's a mistake then why would you have that golden gauntlet on your right arm hmm?"

Zenchi stroked his arm fondly, he'd mastered it completely and felt like it was finally a part of him, "Gauntlet or not, you told me that the Thousand Armada would bring destruction and chaos!"

"ONLY if you cannot speak to them and control them. The Thousand Armada became a terrible threat simply because no one could have power over them."

"So what makes you think I'm the one!? Why me...?"

"You came here, unaware and unsure, now look at you Zenchi, you've got a family, you've got something worth fighting for that doesn't involve service to the Tallest. Take wing my friend, accept your destiny..."

Zenchi looked back at his golden arm. A new wave of determination swept over him, he clenched his fist and smiled at Kunai, "Take me to my Armada."

Kunai returned the smile and began heading back to the Sand Tower where they first met.

Upon entry, the tower rocked and whistled as wind blew through the sand. Zenchi followed Kunai to where the book was resting, and watched as Kunai pushed the pedestal away, revealing a strange dragon-sque marking across the floor of the tower.

"Place your right hand on the mark...", Kunai commanded, "and you should feel the urge to speak words long since past."

Zenchi swallowed his fear, now was the time to prove his lineage. He walked slowly to the center, and knelt down on one knee. His right arm tingled with an electric sensation.

He placed his hand onto the mark and suddenly the entire floor began to glow an ominous red. Zenchi felt strange words well up in his chest, and with a loud booming voice the words erupted from his mouth...

"Ego Zenchi, progenie abs Belua, praesieo ab Milia Legionis coepto oracelum, insequor et Irk detrimentum! EXPERGEFACIO! MILIA LEGIONIS!"

At that instant the tower crumbled around Kunai and Zenchi. Sands formed huge waves and slowly receded. Kunai looked back at Zenchi and saw him glowing with fierce energy. Out from the sands burst forth many Irkens, all clad in blood red armor, holding all types of intricate weaponry. As the sands settled, Zenchi rose to his feet and saw red armor all around him, glinting in the sunlight. Kunai stood next to him.

"What do you think they're thinking Zenchi?"

Zenchi whispered, "Maybe they're pissed off that we woke them up..."

Suddenly one of the Irkens approached Zenchi, and a hideous moan erupted from his throat.

"Gah...it hurts my antennae!" Kunai rubbed his head as his antennae twitched with irritation.

Zenchi winced at the sound, but realized that it was actually Ancient Irken language, the Irken communicated with Zenchi.

Tu excito ita...you have awaked us...

Zenchi closed his eyes and murmured, I require your help, to save my family...

We are warriors, we fight for ourselves, why should we waste our powers for you...?

Zenchi opened his eyes, they seemed to glow as red and shining as the Irken's armor, because I am your master, if you refuse I will throw you all back to eternal sleep...

The Irken snarled angrily at Zenchi, We sense Belua in you...we will follow...

With that, the Irken dropped to one knee and bowed before Zenchi, the other 999 Irkens followed suit.

Kunai clasped Zenchi on the shoulder, "You've got yourself an Armada..."

Zenchi took a deep breath and sighed, "Let's hope that when we arrive on Irk, Aura and Blue are still alive."

---Back on Irk---

"Hush now Blue...hush..." Aura held Blue in her arms and tried to calm the little smeet. At that moment the dungeon gate swung open and Kiff walked in, a somber look on his face.

"What the hell do you want..." Aura snarled at Kiff

He simply reached out and grabbed Blue from her, "This little one has to go through the training process now."

"HE'S ONLY A CHILD!!"

"Better to train them young, maybe he'll be as good as his father, or better. Hopefully, he won't betray his people like Zenchi..."

"Zenchi loves his people! IT'S YOU AND THIS CORRUPT ADMINISTRATION THAT DOESN'T CARE ABOUT THE PEOPLE OF IRK!"

Kiff turned away, holding Blue in his arms, "Zenchi will not be coming after you. The Silix Onis will keep him on Adurna for one year, by then he'll probably think you're dead."

"...You're not going to kill me?"

Kiff closed the gate behind him, "Not yet...I noticed that we might need to keep you..a little while longer..."

Aura looked down at her stomach, it was already bulging, but it would be a while until another smeet was born.

"You..want my other baby?"

"After you give birth to it and raise it to one year, we will take the smeet and evaluate it. Hopefully another Invader..if not..maybe a chef at the upcoming Food Courtia...the people of Irk will need someone to supply them with tasty meals..."

With that said, Kiff left with Blue, and Aura looked on helplessly.

"Please Zenchi...don't give up...I'll be here still...please don't give up!"