Stellar Imperium landed on the slumbering machine planet Cy'tar. "Cy'tar... I have returned!"

"You do remember that's not a good thing right?" A random inhabitant said. "I mean you'd only ever be allowed to return if... well if the Return was going to happen."

Stellar Imperium just rolled his eyes. Meanwhile, Beatrice and her companions had finally met the leaders of the Andromada Federation. Console Indominus, and his wife Console Invicta. "Beatrice Flynn... it is a pleasure to finally meet you in person, along with your kinsmen from Earth." Console Indominus said. "However, the fact that you came here aboard Stellar Imperium and through the Gate of Flesh. Tells me that you've come with tidings of woe."

"The Eternal King has invaded Earth, he wants to bring back Chronous, and on top of that... your brother Doombringer is with him." Beatrice said frankly.

"As if things were bad enough in our corner of the universe." Console Invicta groused.

"However, there is good news. See, a past version of the Errant Traveler gave us this." Beatrice then revealed the Ener-Heart of Cy'tar.

"By the..." Console Indominus said in disbelief. "This day is a ray of hope in an otherwise bleak night."

"About that," Beatrice spoke up. "You've been speaking on and off about something called a 'Landsraat' and troubles with the Jaal."

"That was just a day in the life kiddo. Those glorified busy bodies NEVER shut up, always finding something to complain about." Console Invicta said. "Though lately, they've been acting especially weird. For some reason there Autarch has given control of the plant Sikara to House Sid'aer-Ta, removing House Nanokrah from the role as the planet's Governor."

"And that's a big deal... why exactly?" Beatrice asked.

"The Jaal's harvest an extremely valuable resource that's vital for them to function as an interstellar race." Indominus said. "I won't bore you with the details. But it grants them psychic powers-"

"It's some kind of spice, isn't it?" Mathew spoke up. "I've encountered enough sci-fi

"Well... yes, now that you mention it. E'an-Melg is classified as a spice." Invicta said. "It's just... the entire situation seems fishy to us. The Autarch just takes one of the most valuable worlds the Jaal Freehold, and gives it to one of his most vocal rivals."

"And that's just the problems we have with the Freehold." Indominus said. "There's civil unrest blossoming across the galaxy. Civil unrest that... frankly, we can't deal with all at once."

"If we could aid in restoring peace. Then could we receive your help?" Beatrice asked.

Indominus was aghast. "No... no, I could not in sound mind ask children to aid-"

"A moment in private if you wouldn't mind." Invicta then dragged off Indominus. "Indominus, as your fellow Console and your wife. We NEED aid. We know what Beatrice is capable of, and there are at least six other robots of her same make and model. If one of her can keep the Earth safe for over a decade, then seven might just save our galaxy from our immediate problems."

"Invicta, their children. I have no right to force them to-"

"There offering their services," Invicta said. "Our military is stretched thin, and dangerously undermanned. The Jaals aren't pulling their weight with maintaining the Federation. And right now, we need every pair of hands we can get to help with this." She said.

"I know!... but I can't in good conscious send out children to do my dirty work. Regardless of the circumstances." Indominus said.

This argument went on for at least an hour before they returned to the meeting hall. Then found that everyone had gone to there son Bombus's room to play video games, and his secret girlfriend Zephyr Katana. "Son, we need to talk with Beatrice and her friend," Invicta said. Bombus beeped in response. "Okay, one more match but then we need to talk. It's really important." Several minutes passed, and Zephyr Katana won the match. "Well, that's definitely a first, usually your terrible at-"

"We, have come to an agreement." Indominus spoke up. "You will be accompanied by a team of Cy'tarians. Their duty will be to aid you and keep you safe out there."

"Actually, we talked about this," Beauregard said. "See, we want to get this entire ordeal over with as soon as possible, and get to liberating Earth from the Eternal King."

"So we agreed to spread out into teams across the Andromeda galaxy. Thereby covering multiple crises' at once." Beatrice said. "The sooner we get your act together, the better."

"That's... actually a good idea," Invicta said. "I'm embarrassed we didn't think of that."

"I'm still not sure about this," Jonah spoke up. "What if we get caught off guard? We wouldn't be able to combine into that big robot we-"

"Relax Jonah," Beatrice said. "What could possibly go wrong that we'd even need that?"

XXXX

"You know... I earnestly hate it when I'm wrong about a situation." Beatrice said as she and her twin brother sat on the shoulders of a Jaal, who in turn was riding a unicycle modified with a snow tire.

"You mean you could've actually have been prepared for the Nanokrah coup?" The Jaal demanded.

"In our defense. We thought this whole thing was just going to be politicians arguing circles around each other." Beauregard said. "That the Autarch put all of this together just to eliminate your family didn't even dawn on us."

"Unacceptable! We must-"

"Focus on driving this bizarre artic terrain vehicle, and keep your eyes on the non-existent road!" Beatrice barked. "I just hope the others are doing better then we are."

XXXX

On a volcanic world, Draco was burning insectoid like aliens with his fire breath while Jonah and Veronica were riding him. "BEST. DATE. EVER!" The two robot lovers then kissed each other.

"Focus you two!" A tank Cy'tarian barked. "I know this is all exhilarating and awesome. But all these S'wo'dahs only need a moment to overwhelm you!"

"Me Draco not see appeal! Kissing exchanges germs!" He then roared as he spotted a S'wo'dah create that was roughly as big as he was. "S'wo'dah monster! S'wo'dah crusade of genocide end here!"

XXXX

"You know, this is actually easier then I thought it would be," Jessica said as she served soup to a shoddily clad alien.

"Well, it is a humanitarian effort." Norman pointed out.

"Yes, nothing does my ener-heart good like providing to those in need." A jet engine Cy'tarian said. "And your presence gives me the break that I needed."

XXXX

"So... this planet is inhabited," Beatrice noted, as the cave she and her brother and the heir of House Sid'aer-Ta. Was inhabited by penguin-like aliens. "Mathew will give me an earful for not bringing him along."

The apparent leader of these penguins then started squawking. "And to add insult to injury, we can't even understand these birds," Beauregard commented.

"Wait... I can!" The Jaal heir said. "He says we're trespassing and... whoa boy. He wants us dead."

XXXX

Draco had just finished destroying the S'wo'dah creature and was exhausted. "Auntie Veronica! Uncie Jonah! PULL YOUR WEIGHT!" He roared in frustration. "Me Draco may be mighty! But me Draco can't fight bug monsters alone!"

The two robot lovers were on the ground, thrown off of Draco during the fight. "Yeah, and we've still got at least a dozen more waves of those S'wo'dahs and we need every hand on deck!"

Jonah and Veronica looked at each other, ashamed of there goofing off. "Well... we came here to help. I'd be a shame if we didn't even do that much." Veronica said to her boyfriend.

"Fair enough," Jonah said. "Although now I'm starting to wish we'd all go together."

"What's the worst the others can get themselves into?" Veronica said. "Get stuck with some kind of crime lord?"

XXXX

"HOW DARE YOU MUSCLE IN ON MY TERF BOLT BAGS!" Bellowed a shark headed alien to Norman and Jessica.

"I am deeply confused by your outburst," Norman asked, unphased by this strange alien. While his cousin hid under a table. "We are just here providing soup-"

"Exactly! Your cutting into my racket!" The shark headed crime lord roared.

"And sooner or latter Carl Caradon. I will bring to light the truth of your criminal ways." The jet Cy'tarian said.

XXXX

"So remind me again. Why is he their messiah figure?" Beauregard asked of his sister as they rode astride a giant worm.

"I think it has something to do with... bringing heat to Sikara." Beatrice said. "And I can't say as I blame them. I've been in the empty void of space and THIS is the coldest I've ever been!"

"We can get answers on why this ball of ice is even as cold as it is. But first, we've got to liberate the capital!" Beauregard said as their worm burst through the environmental dome that surrounded the capital city.

XXXX

It had been almost three long days with no rest. But the tide had been turned. "YES! Finally!" The tank Cy'tarian then turned into her robot form and started dancing. "We've pushed back the S'wo'dah horde! For the first time in over a year, we're not on the defensive!"

"I Draco am happy for you," Draco said, he and his aunt and uncle were visibly exhausted from the nonstop fighting. "But we are going to nap."

XXXX

"Finally, after one-hundred years I've finally gotten the dirt on you. You'll be lucky if they'll let you see starlight after this." The jet Cy'tarian said as he examined files on Carl's computer.

Meanwhile, Norman and Jessica had the shark headed crime lord contained in a force field. "Not cool man! NOT COOL!"

"Neither's the crimes that got you into this mess in the first place. But I don't see you complaining about that." Norman said.

"Yeah! Your a big fat jerk!" Jessica said.

XXXX

"Are you serious?" Indominus said in disbelief to a trio of Cy'tarians. Including his son, Bombus. Bombus beeped in confirmation. "And you didn't even need to go down to Sikara?"

"Lucky! I'd hate to go down to a planet that I'd freeze to death on." The tank Cy'tarian said. "As for me, we've finally had a victory over the S'wo'dah Swarm since this 'crusade' of there's started."

"And Carl Caradon has finally been arrest for over a century of crimes against the Federation and her people." The jet Cy'tarian said.

Invicta smiled smugly at her husband. "I told you they'd be fine. If they did, you know... divide and conquer."

"General Ferrus, do you require further aid?" Indominus said to the tank Cy'tarian.

"No, Uta III was the main staging ground for the Swarm. Just give me about another few months and their space will be firmly under our control." Ferrus said.

"Jettus-Ignis, do you need further help with your investigations?" Indominus asked.

"No, the Caradon Mob was the big one I needed aid with," Jettus-Ignis said.

Bombus then started beeping wildly. "Calm yourself, my son. Even with our hands relatively free. It will still be some time before we can muster our strength against the Eternal King... and besides, there is one last obstacle to aiding our kin in the Milkey Way."

XXXX

Two weeks later, and a great fleet was assembled to take Nidavillier. Beatrice and the BEA-Droids stood on the bridge of Indominus and Invicta's flagship, the Eye of the Storm. "Attention all vessels. What you see before you is the lost factory world of Nidavillier. Yes, this is the Bride of Cy'tar... and she's been taken by my wayward brother. Used to produce Cy'tarians for his own nefarious purposes. And for the first time since the War of Flesh and Iron. Our kinsmen, the Fellowship of Yoral will be providing reinforcements from there end, through there Gate of Metal."

Beatrice felt anxious at the idea of invading a planet that was currently inhabited by giant robots that were dedicated to enslaving organic life and killing anyone they perceived as an obstacle to that goal. "Hey... Bea." Beauregard said. "It's going to be alright. I've got your back... we've all got your back." He said reassuringly.

"Thanks... think we should try vacationing in this galaxy some other time?" Beatrice asked.

"If we survive this ordeal. Then yes I believe that would be a good idea." Norman said.

"-Today, we end the threat of the Doomicons. Today, we remind Doombringer of his failures. Each one of you is a vengeful sword, that can cut off the Despoilers's head! Into the jaws of death! Into the mouth of-" Indominus was cut off as a missile from a Doomicon ship hit the ship. "Blast! No time for speeches, only battle!"

"We'll look for Doombringer and his commanders," Beatrice said. "With any luck, we'll find him before any major damage happens to the fleets."

XXXX

Down on Nidavellir's surface, Beatrice and her cousins looked in horror as the combined Andromedan and Fellowship fleets were being decimated by the Doomicon forces. "No... NO..." Beatrice in outrage. "It's not going to end like this! We didn't come all this way to a whole another galaxy just to be stopped by some edge lord bucket of bolts!"

"But Bea... we're damaged and exhausted," Norman said, as indeed the BEA-Droids were missing bits of there skin and at least one limb per BEA-Droid.

"I agree with you Green Bean..." Beauregard said. "But if we fail here. It'll only be a matter of time before Chronous returns and destroys everything." He said, unaware that Chronous was brought back in the last chapter.

They were then met up with by Beatrice's organic friends. "Jessie, status report... you look terrible."

"I know. This entire thing has gone to heck in a handbasket faster then we thought." Jessie said. "Right now, Daniel's lost his legs for real. Mathew is coming down from a meltdown during our last firefight. Something... weird is going on with Jennifer's arm and she's in pain, you know the robot one you gave her?" She said as they stumbled out of the APC they were using. "Then there's Duncan, his wings were clipped. Sir Meanqy lost all but one of his arms. Felicia froze herself in a block of ice to heal. And I need a tall glass of cold water soon before I pass out!" Jessie then fell to her knees, panting from exhaustion.

Beatrice then answered a hail from Fleet Master Golo Aragin. "Kid... hope has been rekindled. We've got reinforcements."

"What kind of reinforcements?" Beatrice asked, then without warning. The space around Nidavillier was filled with Factory Worlds... including Cy'tar.

"I... HAVE... AWAKENED. WHO DARES VIOLATE, MY LOVE?" Cy'tar spoke with the voice like that of an ancient god.

"Well that helps the space battle... but what about us down here?" Beatrice said, then without warning. A strange mist surrounded her and her friends. And out of it stepped a winged Yoral.

"You want help? You'll get more than that." The Yoral warrior said, his voice betraying his lifetime of experience with war. "For the Ancients have returned... and no force in the universe will stop us." He said as great robotic frames in the rough shapes of Yorals appeared from the mist. "What's the objective?"

"W-We... your alive?!" Beatrice said. "I'm sorry but last I heard, everyone but you and Cy'tar were confirmed to be completely dead." She said in surprise.

"Just tell us what you need done," Yoral said.

"We need to find Doombringer and his commanders." Beatrice clarified.

Yoral and the other Ancients took a deep breath. "I've got his scent. You, stay here."

"I'd argue... but we're in no position to really fight," Beatrice said. "Come on guys... let's take five."

Yoral and the Ancients charged heedlessly into the cauldron of battle. Culling Doomicons in the dozens.

XXXX

The Battle of Nidavellier was over. Many lives were lost, but Doombringer and his followers were brought to heel. "So... it's time to return home?" Beauragard said as the allied fleets went back through the Gate of Flesh to the Milky Way.

"Yes bro... it is," Beatrice said. "And even if we can't return everything to the way it was before the Eternal King despoiled it. We can at least make sure Earth's suffering stops."

"And then what'll we do?" Beauragard said.

"Try to return to our normal lives, I guess. I led a relatively normal life after the Sym'ian Occupation." Beatrice said.

"Of course that won't be universal. Most of your friends are maimed in certain ways. Duncan has no wings, Daniel's legs were blown off, Sir Meanqy only has one arm, Jennifer is being eaten alive by your nanobots and being turned into a duplicate of you." Beauregard listed. "It's going to be madness to readjust to life-"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Beatrice interrupted. "What's that about Jennifer and my nanobots?"

XXXX

Chronous winced in pain. "My lord! What is wrong?" The Eternal King asked.

"The Ancients... the Ancients of War have returned!" Chronous wailed.

Then a Tacho'noma materialized in the central chamber of the Last Temporal Ziggurat. Out stepped the Errant Traveler. "So... you might have noticed that Yoral and Cy'tars commanders from the War of Broken Empires are not only alive and well. But there just a few weeks away from handing you two your hinders on a silver platter."

"YOU!... have you come here to gloat?" Chronous said.

"No... I'm here to offer a chance to my ex-fiance." The Errant Traveler held out her hand. "Monarcia... please sugar. I know we've had our differences over the eons. But this. Needs. To stop." She said pleadingly.

"Traveler... even if I were to accept. I'd be subjected to the Triumverietes judgment. No doubt they'd erase all that I am from the very fabric of Creation." The Eternal King said. "No... I will not allow our people to continue wallowing on Chronous Prime for lost glories. Not even for the chance to be held in your arms again."

The Errant Traveler started crying. "Right... don't say I didn't warn you. Don't say I didn't try to give you a chance." She then went back into her Tacho'noma, and it dematerialized.

XXXX

Her Tacho'noma then materialized on the Eye of the Storm as it, and the allied fleet arrived at Earth. "So... how'd it go?" Beauregard asked.

"He... he refused." The Errant Traveler said, still crying. "I'm sorry... I just wanted the same person I fell in love with all those long years ago to see another dawn with me." She then ran back inside her Tacho'noma sobbing.

"Well... who wants to go kill a time god?" Beatrice said to the assembly on the bridge. Everyone cheered. "That's what I thought. Today! EARTH WILL BE FREE!"

THE WAR FOR EARTH CONTINUES... SORRY IF THIS FELT RUSHED TO ANYONE.