So much power, and Oom'Bagu was only using a fraction of it. It kinda made Horkion sad to watch. Though Horkion was technically participating in the battle as well, it was only for show. He had been forced to face the reality of how he little he could do against Nevrrest. Or even Laswe for that matter. But just because his strength wasn't enough to make a difference, that didn't mean he was going to roll over and do evil. Besides, he realized there was something good he could still do. As long as he played along and kept Laswe's focus on Oom'Bagu, maybe there was a chance that Goku, wherever he was, would be able to make a difference.

One thing was for sure, his hope about keeping Laswe focused entirely on Oom'Bagu was working almost a little too well.

"You think you can defy the Justice?!" Laswe screeched as he bounded through the air, endless strikes colliding with a spinning metal pipe, "You think your strength matters?! You can't stop justice forever, Oom'Bagu! No one can!"

Oom'Bagu laughed loud and strong. "You still think any of this even remotely resembles justice? Don't make me laugh – concentrate on fighting!" He put a hand forward and generated a short blast that sent Laswe flying.

That's my cue, Horkion thought and leapt forward. As he struck with a kick at Oom'Bagu's impenetrable defenses, he couldn't help but wish he was with Goku instead. But he had to swallow his pride and keep this up. He had to protect them all – Goku, Oom'Bagu, Laswe, and everyone else he cared about. Though he didn't much like it, this was the best way to do it.

A smile crossed Oom'Bagu's lips as his hand closed on Horkion's ankle. Hope kindled in Horkion's cold, stony insides as he realized that Oom'Bagu had already figured out what he was up to. I'm not alone in this. I still have friends. Oom'Bagu threw Horkion against the floor, sparks flying from the ships internal shielding as the Minarite bounced, the blockade of guards moving back to avoid getting hit.

Right on time, Laswe came flying back and the dance started all over again. Horkion craned to watch, admiring the ease at which Oom'Bagu moved – like the ebb and flow of water. He couldn't remember the last time Oom'Bagu had looked this peaceful. Which was incredibly strange, surrounded by corruption and betrayal anyone would expect the Gregorik to be troubled. But instead his ki felt balanced and pure, his expression without conflict. Something had clearly changed for Oom'Bagu while in solitary. Something wonderful.

Horkion had to restrain a laugh as Laswe pounded at Oom'Bagu's defenses. Laswe's raw stubbornness and determination too had always been an amazing thing, but right now it was just ridiculous. Oom'Bagu was playing along, but there was honestly no reason for this fight. If Oom'Bagu wanted, he could just stand there and let Laswe pound on him as much as he wanted. Perhaps power levels didn't mean half as much as the universe had once supposed, but all the same, when it came to a gap like twenty-five thousand versus over two million, there simply was no contest.

Which meant that Oom'Bagu, like Horkion, had some external motivation in this fight.

As for Laswe, everything he did now was driven by pure stubbornness, fury, and pride. Despite his anger and bitterness toward him, Horkion knew what Nevrrest had done to him was just as awful as anything she'd done to the rest of them. She'd taken Laswe's convictions and self-made promises and turned them on their head. Laswe knew it too, but he was refusing to let that stop him. And Horkion feared what that would eventually mean.

Still, for now, he could only watch and hope as friend battled friend, Laswe sent flying, this time bouncing off the ceiling of the security check-point they were in before crashing to the ground again. Laswe growled as his squishy body lifted off the floor, his guardians tightening in on Oom'Bagu to keep him from attacking while he recovered from the blow.

Fat lot of good it'll do, Laswe thought as his wings un-crinkled, He could plow right through them if he wanted. He's playing with me! Trying to punish me for what I've done. Well, I'll show him!

Laswe gripped the fusion band against his neck. "Computer," he quietly squawked, "Contact repair team Alpha, Core Chamber."

"Acknowledged."

His gem lit up and projected the face of a maintenance worker with two stars on her helmet. "Grand Guardian, how may I help you?" she asked.

"We need the Core back online," he stated.

She nodded a couple times, seeming distracted. "Of course, sir. We've been working around the clock. The Core should be back online in two hours."

Laswe's eyes narrowed. "Maybe I didn't make myself clear. We need the Core back online now."

The worker blinked, taken aback. "I…sir, all the major repairs are complete but we still haven't done any of the service checks and—"

"I'm sorry, do I look like I'm asking?!" he snapped, sparks crackling up his wings.

She stared at him nervously. "…No, sir," she answered, "The Core will be online in eight minutes."

"I can work with that," he said, ending the dialogue. His many legs drummed the floor and he buzzed back into the air, Oom'Bagu just finishing knocking four guards through the air. "Hey!" he shouted at him, "Care-bear!"

Oom'Bagu raised a brow at him. "Care-bear?"

Laswe spat out a web and strung it between his hands. "You look a little bored. Why don't I show you something interesting?!"

Oom'Bagu laughed. "Don't try to pretend like I'm just some unknown opponent, Laswe. You look and act the child." He smiled and held out his pipe, his eyes glowing bright mauve. "But, if you wish to try to impress me, I don't see why not. Give it your very best, boy."

Laswe's bobby tail stretched out, his legs spreading with it. "You were never very wise…to talk to royalty that way!" His fists jerk at the web, his rubbery jaws wide as he screamed. His blue lightning flashed wildly around him and across the string. The shielding on the floor and walls flashed, a crack forming on the floor and the guards bracing themselves to keep from being blown away. The web lifted up on the energy and stretched in length and waving around. Laswe spat out several more strands, weaving them with the elegance of a spider, each one lifting up into the air and pulsating on the waves of his energy.

Oom'Bagu watched with interest. "Impressive," he complimented, "You've created a technique where you combine your energy manipulation and webbing skills into one. I am truly curious to see what you do with it."

"Careful what you wish for, big guy!" There was a flash of gathering power and the webs let loose.

From the beginning, Oom'Bagu had chosen to take this technique seriously. Not just out of curiosity, but out of respect. Even though Oom'Bagu's far superior defenses would surely stop anything Laswe threw at him, he could see that this technique was something Laswe had invested a great deal of time and effort into. Perhaps one of the greatest mistakes Oom'Bagu had made upon the journey that had lead them to this moment was to stop looking upon Laswe as a student. There was clearly so much Laswe still had to learn. And it wasn't too late to school him.

Oom'Bagu closed his eyes, feeling the universe moving around him. The first web came within reach and he struck, whirling his pipe and wrapping the thing around it. He roared, his eyes flashing like a demon as he stomped the sticky web to the ground, ripping it free from the pipe and dancing to the side in time to avoid another. It struck the ground and stuck, the energy pulsating and remaining with it as others were weaved from Laswe's mouth and sent out on spikes of blazing energy.

Dangerous, Oom'Bagu thought as he avoided them, Even when he releases a web, he manages to maintain his energy's hold on it. He's weaving a powerful deadly net around me. It will not be enough to stop me – even with such a technique he will not be able to breach my defenses. Still, where did he acquire such precise control of his energy?

A web caught his arm and Oom'Bagu watched as the energy leapt up the length of it into him – an unavoidable attack. The blue lightning burned across his chest, but his fur just waved as it passed as though it were a breeze.

Laswe glared at him intensely, a new set of webs weaving between his fingers. "Did ya feel that?"

Oom'Bagu grasped the web and ripped it off. "Perhaps a little."

"But then, you aren't operating at full power."

"That much is obvious," Oom'Bagu agreed.

Laswe spat out another web and they danced in the air, blue lightning flashing all around and making the guards recoil. "You know, I don't much care for this new you. You patronize me far too much." He grasped one of the webs in a tight fist. "It's really getting annoying!" he screamed as he lashed the web at him like a whip. As it came down, a cone of blue energy engulfed the web, the power of the strike making the ship's internal shielding crackle.

Oom'Bagu's bear-like hand snapped out and seized the web, the energy ripping harmlessly at his arm. Laswe winced back as Oom'Bagu's eyes turned completely into mauve orbs. "Perhaps you are right." The room shook as blue tongues lapped about Oom'Bagu's body. "But then, what is it you said but a moment ago?" He whipped the web back and sent himself flying at Laswe. "Be careful what you wish for!"

"Oh HELL!" Laswe screamed, turning tail completely and fleeing as Oom'Bagu landed where he had been, his fist plowing straight into the floor, a pipe bursting and shooting up like a fountain. The chemical rain glinted with the glow of Oom'Bagu's eyes. Laswe's wings stopped buzzing and as he turned panting, his many legs scrapping the floor as he slid and grounded himself. His hand snapped into a fist at his side. "Okay…" he panted, "This is about to get interesting…" His eyes shifted, spotting Horkion gaping in wonder on the sidelines. "Hey!" he shouted at Horkion, "Stay out of this one, okay? I don't want to see you get hurt." Horkion blinked his heavy lids with surprise and Laswe looked back at the monstrous Oom'Bagu. "Besides…the big man and I have words."

"Indeed we do, Laswe," Oom'Bagu agreed, planting the pipe at his side.

Laswe's eyes narrowed. "If you give me a moment…it seems I'm not fully dressed for the occasion." Both fists snapped up against his waist in a preparatory stance, his mouth gaping wide as he screamed. The air grew heavy on the breath of pure power and exploded, the muscles of Laswe's squishy body swelling, the energy visible as it flowed through and around his translucent form. Blue lightning crackled, lashing out and causing cracks in the walls and ceiling.

"Hmph," Oom'Bagu remarked as he observed this, "Perhaps not as precise of control as I thought."

Laswe's face darkened as he pointed a finger fully at Oom'Bagu. "I don't know what your deal is," he growled, "Why you thought it would be smart to tear the Justice apart by turning against one of your fellow justiciars. But I'm gonna end it and fix the mess you made."

"You do not see because you have only opened your eyes to the bare surface of what Nevrrest is capable of," Oom'Bagu's expression lowered with reserved pity. "I can sense the bitterness and anger you hold towards her for the path she had led you on. But even behind that lingers the love for an idol."

"You don't know anything, you pretentious goat of a bear!" Laswe snapped, his energy flashing angrily with each word, "You don't think I see right through your bullshit?! Every single one of you!" He cut his arm through the air, the motion causing a gust that knocked two guards over. "You all pretend to care about the people, but all you care about is your own individual goals! You, Nevrrest – hell, even Misado just wanted to make everything pure!" He shut his eyes. "And now she's dead too."

Oom'Bagu's breath caught. "What?"

"Well I'm still here!" he screamed, his very voice making the shielding fizzle a little, "Holding all the broken pieces together! I'm not trying to polish my honor or-or fulfill some external goal!" His fist trembled. "Monsters came to each of our worlds and destroyed everything." He glared. "But it seems like I'm the only one who left with the sole goal of keeping people safe!"

Oom'Bagu could feel his stern resolve cracking under the waves of Laswe's emotion. "…You truly mean that…" He shut his eyes for a long moment, his brow hardening, and looked at Laswe with conviction once again. "But it does not matter! To believe something with all your heart does not make it so!" It was Oom'Bagu's turn to point a finger. "I will see you confront your demons this day, Laswe! Only then may you speak to me so!"

"I don't need a teacher!" Laswe's palms slammed together. The sparks and waves of his energy grew darker as he growled, turning into nasal roar. The power gathered about his slender hands and he slowly began to pull his palms apart, a very dark blue, whirling sphere forming in the space between his hands. Pulling his hands apart grew a powerful struggle, the dangerously spinning energy orb becoming larger as the space grew.

Horkion gaped on in shock. This technique was entirely new! Wait, no, not new. But he'd certainly never seen Laswe do it before. Where had he seen it before? He could tell by the grim look on Oom'Bagu's face that he knew. Laswe continued to howl as he further pulled his hands apart, the orb growing to twice the size of the average sports ball.

Laswe hissed, his every swollen vein showing eerily through is body. "Scythe Sphere! Nyaaaa!"

Oom'Bagu dropped his pipe as Laswe leapt at him, meeting the attack head on with both hands outstretched. The energy orb spun with insane speed in Laswe's hands, eating at Oom'Bagu's defenses as he braced back against it. "Yes, there revealed another factor I had not considered in your conflict," Oom'Bagu stated as he held back the attack, "You, who holds your companions so dear. Forced to watch them all fall. And Nettelish…you went her for help in learning better energy manipulation. Truly…there was no one better for the training. Her gift for bending ki to her will was unmatched."

Horkion watched Laswe seethe and sweat droplets run down his forehead past his wispy ear-tuffs. He soon understood what Oom'Bagu meant and make his insides ache. Laswe had never had much control over his own energy. It was wild and unruly, serving mostly to fuel the Ponachi Prince as he struck with physical attacks. But Nettelish had been an absolute master at energy attacks. And…so had the one that had replaced her. Now he knew where he'd seen the Scythe Sphere before. It was one of Nettelish's attacks.

"You must be sensible, Laswe," Oom'Bagu instructed, the sphere sparking as the Gregorik's defenses burned, "Accept reality as it is. You do not see it, but you are clouded in your own emotions."

"Oh you're telling me to be sensible?!" Laswe squawked angrily, the blazing light of his attack glinting off his flesh, "I am the most sensible one in this whole goddamn fleet!"

"Then why do you leave the fate of the universe in the hands of a woman you no longer trust?" Laswe hissed and Oom'Bagu continued. "Why do you fear the disapproval of a father you no longer live under? Why do you justify the betrayal of a good man?"

"Alright, Oom'Bagu!" Laswe screamed over the din of their struggle, "Why don't I ask you a question?! Did you or did you not try to forcefully remove Nevrrest?!"

Oom'Bagu's brow lowered. "I did," he firmly answered, "But not for the reasons you have likely been led to believe. I had gathered evidence with enough justifiable proof that she had been torturing Vegeta in secret to satisfy her own lust for revenge."

"Let's say I believe you," Laswe shot back, "Then I have another question for you. If that really was the case, why didn't you come to us with the evidence?!"

Oom'Bagu's hardened brow gave way like the tide, his chest tightening. "I…because I wanted to remove her discretely. To save you from further pain."

"So either you're a traitor or a coddling moron," Laswe stated with disgust, "And you expect me to trust you?! I don't trust any of you shits anymore!"

Horkion could see Oom'Bagu's defenses visibly start to fall, his palms smoking. "Laswe…whatever happens, thing are going to be different. I promise you, they'll be different. I don't see things as I did before. Goku—"

"Screw Goku!" Laswe screamed, lifting into the air on his wings and pushing the ball harder down on Oom'Bagu, "Where was he when the PTO Faction War was ripping apart of the universe?! Where was he when we were risking our lives rounding up all those murderers?!" Oom'Bagu's palms started to scorch. "See, I don't need heroes to tell me how I should behave anymore. All I care about is the little people who will suffer if I don't keep you assholes in line. Locking you two idiots up? Satisfying Nevrrest? It's all just my version of that." He brought up one hand like a claw and moved the other to the center of the Scythe Sphere. The sphere started to give off lightning sparks. "I said never again, Oom'Bagu! Never again!"

Oom'Bagu saw the sphere teetering, the swirling energy losing its axis and expanding past their palms. His brow hardened. "Empathic Reflect!"

"Nyaaaa!" Laswe screamed as the attack exploded, receiving not only his own share, but Oom'Bagu's share of the attack. The force sent him tumbling backwards across the floor, his body smoking and blackened in places from the damage. Laswe looked at his bloodied palm and hissed.

Oom'Bagu picked his pipe off the ground, looking severely and sadly upon the Ponachi. "I'm sorry, Laswe," he said, some debris failing lightly from his fur, "For taking matters into my own hands and being arrogant enough to try to stop Nevrrest on my own. For that I can only deeply apologize. You are a man who feels he has been betrayed by everyone he cared about. By the Nettelish who was not. By your hero Nevrrest, who has revealed herself as flawed and rotten. And by me, who seemingly abandoned you when I was needed most."

Horkion anxiously rubbed his socket as he stood with the guards. "Oom'Bagu, you don't—"

Oom'Bagu held up a hand, shutting his eyes for a moment. "My apology is yours, Laswe. Since I am here expecting you to come to own your own mistakes, it is only fair I also own mine." He looked intently at his old pupil. "Our greatest mistakes are these – pride and negligence. We are guilty of both. So you see, I fault you no less than I fault myself. Knowing that, I am here to make things right."

"Well," Laswe sneered, "Isn't that sweet." A light blinked in the center of his ybora gem and he instantly grabbed it. "But I'm afraid it's too late for any of that."

Oom'Bagu's eyes widened and he threw his pipe like a missile. But it only served to shatter against Laswe's wrist as he twisted the activation switch on the band.

"Grrrnn!" Laswe winced as energy began to waft in waves off the guards, disappearing through the walls and being amplified through the Core into him. His body contorted as his muscles started to swell. "You know what this means, Oom'Bagu. Game over for you."

All pity fled Oom'Bagu's expression. "Do you know why Nettelish's attack fell apart in your hands?" he said in a loud voice, "For the same reason this fleet will slip through your fingers. Control, Laswe. You are completely lacking in it." He stepped closer as Laswe's body continued to shift to compensate for the enormous energy boost and his storm of blue lightning that flashed around his body grew increasingly chaotic. "Control of your body. Control of your power. Control of your thoughts and the emotions that fuel them. It is something you desperately must learn."

Laswe growled with exertion. "Learn this." A second set of arms exploded out of his sides and socked Oom'Bagu in the jaw, sending him up and backwards. "Me kicking your ass."

(**Scene Break**)

Vegeta…my dear, most hated Vegeta…how is it you were always right? Nevrrest opened her eyes to peer through the aquamarine liquid that bubbled and hummed around her. She could see the two doctors who had been watching over her going into tizzy fits as their fusion bands began to glow, a quarter of their energy being borrowed for creating a quantum fusion state, as was procedure. It was a very limited field of vision – a cramped little jar inside a cramped little infirmary. Those two doctors had been in a state of panic ever since she had burst in here. But despite all that had transpired and was by the second taking place, she found herself strangely empty and tranquil. And she could see so much.

Vegeta was right. This entire thing, from the start, had been a battle – a chessboard in motion. She could see the pieces falling. Vegeta. Misado. Nettelish. Towers that topple and crumbled. She could the rooks and the bishops putting each other in pins. Powerless, helpless pawns waiting to see what would happen next. But all that mattered little. The real question that lingered was this – who were the king and queen?

In the darkness of her mind, she could see that Saiyan – the last one alive. He floated before her, his face serious, calm, and still. She studied this vision intently. Vegeta…he was so certain leaving you alive was a mistake. And Oom'Bagu, he risked the Hell Room just to set you free. What makes you so special anyways?

Her eyes shifted to the side where she could sense where Goku had fallen, soon to be taken back into custody. True, it was incredible that they managed to escape that room. And with the matter of the dragon balls at hand, she didn't know if she'd ever have time to find out how they'd done it. And once the wish was made, it wouldn't matter. Oom'Bagu would be cleared of the charges she'd arranged and Goku would forget who he was entirely and disappear. So why, why was this single man so significant? Why, among all the people in the galaxy who'd had a stake in the PTO horror, had Kakarot Son Goku been the one to face down Frieza? Had it all been purely by chance?

Or, could it be, that the terrible tyrant and the crimson warrior had made a mutual mistake?

Nevrrest cringed, bubbles wafting out from under her breathing mask. What in the…why am I comparing myself to Frieza?! Dr. Leaton stepped out from an alcove to inspect her for a moment and she looked down at her right hand, the mark she had made there with Vegeta nearly completely faded. I allowed him to take my honor from me…why did I do that…?

That was the worst of it, but it wasn't even half. Maiming Horkion. Destroying Misado. Coercing Laswe. Yes, even killing Vegeta she'd admit was a crime against order and society. But for all their viciousness, each of those acts had been a conscious decision, made in the effort to fulfill the promise that angry, despairing child had made all those years ago. There was no nice way to put it – she had, for this time and this place, chosen to be an evil villain. But did that fine line warrant a companionship with Frieza?

Still weak from the blood loss and damage she had sustained, she pressed her hands against the sides of the pod and pushed herself forward, leaning close enough to the glass to see her reflection. The two doctors took notice of this motion, glancing at her for a moment with concern before returning to their frantic conversation. Nevrrest pondered the various lines and contours of her own visage, measuring them against the many images of the tyrant she had seen. Eventually she gave up the pursuit and fell back once again against the padded walls of the pod.

This is ridiculous, she scolded herself, I highly doubt Frieza ever took even one moment to ponder the weight of his own actions. That fact alone puts mountains a difference between us. She looked at the fading mark on her palm again and closed a fist around it. You're just feeling sorry for yourself. You knew there'd be sacrifices; there's no point is wasting energy mourning them.

Yet one idea haunted her and had been doing so since the deed with Vegeta was done and she'd been left alone to ponder her present and future. It was not so much the fact that all she'd done in the last few days, but how easily it had all come to her. Damaging, killing, and causing pain came so naturally to her that it was frightening. She had thought having to spend even a short period as a dark force would be difficult. But instead, it had been like fighting or breathing: simple, comfortable, almost effortless.

This evidence taunted her with a terrible conclusion – had she really chosen to become evil, or was this just the real her?

She wanted to believe this was a ridiculous question as well, but it wasn't. Her past was one smeared with death – a mire of skeletons. Hell, the very first moment her powers had manifested she had killed someone. Of course, that had been simultaneously unintentional and self-defense, but she still recalled how the man's dust had fallen gently on her feathers, like a summer rain. A child. She had been barely out of the cradle before she was made a killer.

Then had come the PTO soldier on Planet Trokkaag, her first fight and her second kill. She hadn't really intended to kill him either. It had been nothing but desperate struggle and rage. She hadn't even known what to think when the man was suddenly lying on the ground with several holes in his torso. But the worst had been the realization that she couldn't save anyone. No matter how many time she stopped those monsters, more of them would always come. She couldn't save them. She could only delay the inevitable.

So she stalked her demon, the Saiyan Prince, across the galaxy. And everywhere she went, she found even more death. It followed in Vegeta and his companions' wake like a stench. The foulness of death overtime saturated into every aspect of her being till it became common place and understandable. A day came when the sight of a world littered with bodies no longer disconcerted her. And as she traveled and trained, she grew more and more to love the comfort of her own strength. Strength was a constant; one that grew exponentially with time.

And then, another sort of day came – a day after her childhood down had fully turned into the feathers and scales of early puberty. She had killed in rage and self-defense many times before. But on that most special of days, she had discovered a new kind of joy.

Maybe it was just her Blechan hunter instincts kicking in for the very first time. Normally, before that day, when she had happened upon PTOs, she would carefully avoid and observe them, studying their movements and only fighting them if she needed to defend herself or someone else was directly in danger. But that first of times, she didn't just observe them, she stalked them. She waited until the perfect moment.

And then she struck.

The poor fools were just a scouting party who didn't even know how to utilize their own ki, equipped instead with arm-mounted guns to weaponize their energy. The thrill of watching their attacks harmlessly bounce off her defenses was delicious. The excitement of taking their lives with the simplest of blows and smallest of gestures was delightful. But all of that paled compared to the look of utter terror and helplessness as they came to the realization that their entire existence rested in the palm of her hand.

"It's strange…but I think I understand you, Vegeta," she remembered saying to herself as a soldier begged for his life, "The constancy of strength, the absolution of power; the amity of control." With that realization the fate of the scout and every PTO who was to follow was sealed. "This is bliss, isn't it, Vegeta? This is ecstasy."

Damn it, that was enough! Her fist slammed against the side of her chamber, causing spider-web cracks across the glass. The doctors froze in their discussion like a pair of children caught in an act, staring at the damage done to the healing chamber. Bubbles wafted from her as Nevrrest forced her erect feathers to flatten and returned to a relaxed position in the pod. The doctors murmured to each other and slowly returned to their conversation.

This, she told herself, Is exactly why gathering the dragon balls is so utterly essential to your future. Even in knowing that Vegeta is either dead or soon to be, you're still obsessing over him. Oom'Bagu wasn't wrong. You're twisted and unstable. The only hope you have is to erase it all. And that must be done at any cost. She looked at her palm again, where the mark was almost completely vanished now. But…part of me trembles to wonder…once the Saiyans and all the darkness they gave me is erased from memory…what will remain? Who will I be? When revenge is stripped away…who is Nevrrest…?

Suddenly, all self-analysis was interrupted by a voice warbling through the restorative fluid. "If you'll pardon the audience, Grand Marshal." She was greeted by a black uniform with three red stripes and a star, bold, glinting golden eyes, and a charming smile she knew too well. Knees touched the floor as he and the marshals behind him bowed militaristically before her, single arms crossed over chests. "All of us in the Marshal Corp deeply regret your current state. But if I may, there are naughty little mice about." His smile grew. "Permission, lady, to teach them a lesson."

All pointless thoughts of doubt vanished and Nevrrest instantly recalled Vegeta's warning about Goku. Vegeta was no fool. And Goku, no matter how weakened, wasn't a matter that should be left unattended. Though she was incapable of doing anything personally at the moment, the marshals were at her beck and call. Her eyes lit with determination, she gave a short nod. That was all that was needed.

"Heh," the corner of the Master Marshal's mouth lifted. They all stood. "Then it will be done. Justice reigns."

"Justice reigns," the other marshals echoed.

Justice reigns, Nevrrest wholly agreed.

AUTHOR NOTE

Couple of quick things. First, I would like to apologize to anyone who wasn't able to submit reviews last chapter. It seems that because I deleted the announcement I posted as a chapter a few weeks ago, it messed up the numbers with the chapter and Fanfiction thought you had already commented on that chapter.

The second thing is that I made a small update to chapter 12. I decided to add a small addition as an early hint to this new character I'm introducing. It's not necessary you read it to understand what's about to go on, but I wanted to let you know it's there :)

Love you all!