Meanwhile, in the Portland city hall

Within the city of Portland in western Oregon, the few remaining people who had remained here now had to come to terms with the new arrivals from the surrounding countryside in the state and those around it. The Kyzua had, as they had done in most cities, set up a small electric plant on the edge of the city and got water running again for it, though it would not be enough to hide the hatred of them by the people. However, fear seemed to be the main factor that kept the population under their control, not only because of the Kyzua's superior technology and the way they acted, but the people here knew they would not win in a revolt. Partly, this was because the Kyzua could easily call in an enormous strike and obliterate the city but the total Human population here now was…tiny compared to what it had been. Before the war, it was around half a million odd. Now, it was just a few thousand, about four to five at the most and even though several stragglers were being brought in every day and that, as in most cities, the regular Kyzua and the Sankiar were mixed together here; they seemed to have largely forgotten about their rivalry. Not that they were becoming friends or anything, but with Human guerrilla forces just a few miles outside the city and causing havoc, they were more focused on killing them rather than each other.

At the moment, in the remains of the city hall, a large kind of U shaped building, with a half cylindrical entrance section on the front of the building, that looked to be like an old eighteenth century British building you would find in London, things were slightly crazy there at the moment. The Kyzua commander, general Kosian, who was a Sankiar leader, who had a violet coloured medal-like object attached to his arm, was standing over a desk, which had a small hole on it in front of him and a broken chair behind it, with a frustrated look on his face, both from anger and from pain where he had put his fist through the wood. A few other Kyzua Sankiar captains were standing a distance from him, all of them anxious to approach him. Then again, who would not be? He was tall and heavily built and had huge pulsating muscles and to add to this, he had a bad temper and was prone to suddenly becoming violent and aggressive at almost any time and when he received bad news, it was even worse to be around him in case he decided to throttle the nearest living thing near him.

Just moments ago, one of his captains, all of whom in the room had dark blue medal-like objects attached to their arms, had arrived and reported to Kosian, who had been in the middle of a discussion on how to properly defend the city, of the ambush on one of the convoys outside Portland. Upon hearing this and of the casualties suffered, Kosian flew into a rage, yelling at his captains and berating them for their failure in not catching or killing all of the guerrillas, and grabbed the chair that had been behind the desk and thrown it onto the floor and slammed his fist onto the wooden top of the desk, breaking through it, but also injuring his hand. His captains were waiting for him to cool down for they knew very well how much more aggressive he could become if they annoyed him even more when he was in this state.

For several moments, Kosian stood where he was, waiting for the pain in his hand to ebb away in his hand. The captains stood around him in a kind of circle, waiting anxiously for when he would be ready to talk to them again.

Finally, after about another minute or so, Kosian moved his hand and opened and closed it several times, wincing each time but the pain gradually faded away from his hand each time he moved it, trying to get the nerves back into gear. From where he had slammed it onto the ground, it was starting to swell a little and had gone a slightly dark purple/black colour, meaning a bruise was forming there. His 'outburst' would end up making it hurt for several days.

One of the captains, a dragon with a kind of light red skin, gingerly stepped towards his leader, but his body tensed as if fearing he would be struck by him.

"Is…is it alright now, sir?" he asked in his Kyzuakan tongue.

Kosian looked up at him with a slight glare in his eyes, obviously annoyed that his subordinate was oblivious to the fact that his hand was still hurting.

"What do you think?" he replied sarcastically. "Of course It's not!" he snapped back and heaved a frustrated sigh as he shook his hand slightly as if trying to shake the pain out of it. Although it hurt a little more, as was obvious to the others by the sign of pain etching across his face, it seemed to do the trick.

"Ah, that's better," he said in a kind of relieved tone. He looked up at his captains. "Alright, continue with what you were saying," he ordered.

Another of the captains, who was tall and rail thin, looking like he was trying to make himself a skeletal figure, stepped forward.

"Well, sir, the guerrillas have escaped," he told his commander, a hint of fear filling his voice, which was also evident in his body language as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, as he knew his commander would be furious, but he pressed on. "We have no idea where they have gone, but…we do believe that there is someone here in the city that alerted them to the convoy going out on patrol,"

For a moment, silence fell between those in the room as all eyes were on both the captain and the commander, who was not taking his off of the Kyzua Sankiar captain that had just spoken up. There was no doubt an aura of fear was hanging in the air and some even braced themselves for the coming anger that was expected from their commander, mentally praying that he would not turn on them and cool down quickly.

However, to their surprise, he just nodded. "Right," he replied calmly, though the tone of his voice acknowledged he was still annoyed. "Well them we will have to find him, or her, and deal with him/her before they cause us any more damage,"

The captains nodded. "Yes, sir,. they chirruped in unison.

Kosian then began to 'hmm' and tapped the middle finger of his hand, the one that he had used to go through the desk, and made a kind of pistol-like shape with the thumb and index finger as he placed them over his mouth, thinking of something that may be useful to him and his control of the city and the Human inhabitants here.

"Thinking of it now, there is something that does seem quite useful to our consolidation of control here," he said.

"Um…m-may I ask what that is, sir?" a third Sankiar captain asked.

"I'm glad you have, Hitra," Kosian replied, standing up at his full six foot ten height. "What I'm thinking is that the Sankiar rather than the regular army are to have full powers in this city,"

The other Sankiar captains looked at each other, slightly surprised by what their commander was telling them. Not that this had not happened before, of course it had, but…it was quite rare. After all, most of the civilizations the Kyzua, in their enormous ship hovering above the planet, had come across had been primitive, either because they had been that way for ages and were still advancing, they were respectful of their planet, sort of like the native Americans and Africans and Pacifica's had been in their homelands before the arrival of the Europeans centuries ago, or they had been forced to that position either by some natural occurrence to their planet or from space or through war, almost like many Human scientists like Einstein had predicted would befall Humanity if they were to come to a nuclear war. In fact, most of the advanced civilizations out of all the ones they had come across had been around Humanity's technological level, maybe just a little in front or behind. Humanity was the first one they had ever such fierce and determined resistance from as all the others had just either completely collapsed and given up, fled and decided not to fight or had fought but only to a certain extent and, therefore, that was why the Kyzua Sankiar were rarely in charge. So much so that an actual operation order had been put into place with a special codename to it, which was known A113, and it was to be used whenever the Sankiar were to be put in charge.

"F-full powers?" the first Sankiar captain repeated, stuttering a little.

Kosian looked at him. "Yes, why?" he asked intimidatingly, taking a step towards him.

The captain immediately backed down, fear sweeping over him. "N-nothing, sir! I-I-I just thought…well, is it even worth it?"

"Of course it is!" Kosian exclaimed confidently, his voice cheering up a little. "We won't have to listen to those regular army Kyzua commanders. Bah! I mean, look what happened today. I heard that Dronar was not putting up much of a fight," he chuckled and the other captains followed suite, though this was probably out of intimidation.

"Contact the High Commanders in the main ship fleet to the east of here. Tell them we wish to push through A113 in this city. That way, we will have total control and the Human threat will be over in a matter of days,"

"Sir!" the captains chirruped, standing at attention before filing out of the room. When they were out of earshot and walking down the corridor to the stairs that led to the foyer, the first and second captains began to chat amongst themselves.

"I cannot believe he wants to pass A113 here!" the first said aghast.

"I know," the second replied, equally as shocked, and even afraid. "It could lead to a disaster," he heaved a heavy sigh and rubbed his hand down his head, hundreds of terrible thoughts of what might happen as a result of this running through his head. "I hope he knows what he is doing," he added tensely.

"So do I," the first captain muttered. "Though I don't know what the effects of this will be, I do know it will mean Tetra for the Humans,"