Epilogue
Four weeks later, on another world in the court yard of a castle under construction two men were talking. The castle was being constructed in a bushy green meadow; however, past this area was thick black could be seen rising into the air. Faint but audible shrieks of fear and pain reached the castle's occupants ears. However, these occupants went about their day unfazed. One such figure was speaking to a visiting guest and led the guest to a table with two chairs.
"So what happened on your previous earth?" asked a deep voice figure, who was now seated in a chair that was barely wide enough for his wide frame.
"It was annihilated by radiation. Everything living –animals, humans, and vegetation— is now all dead," responded a middle aged man.
"Fascinating. But I am curious as for those who finally realized what was happening at the last minute. What if they tried to take shelter underground?" asked the deep voiced figure once again.
"It wouldn't work because the radiation of the pulsar penetrated every layer of the earth. Their efforts for underground shelter were certainly in vain," answered the cruel man.
"And what of those who did escape your grasp Colonel Rickman?"
Rickman's face contorted into the very image of hate at the question. "Those bastards escaped my grasp and I hope they're dead," Rickman spewed.
"Hm. Well what does your King think?"
"He doesn't care! He's just happy we've landed on this earth and the conquering of this planet has already begun," sneered Rickman.
"So if that's the case Rickman, why am I here? You asked for me specifically."
"Well General Kroturo, I've got a proposition for you and your kind," petitioned Rickman.
General Kroturo, like his human double was a husky man with short brown hair and had trimmed looking beard and mustache. However unlike his human double, this Kromagg Arturo has a mouth full of sharp teeth and a scar running down the left side of his face.
The General sat back in his seat and said, "I'm listening."
Smiling wickedly, Rickman leaned forward and clasped his hands together on the table, saying, "I've met someone on this planet that is able to track wormholes and want these travelers as badly as I do."
"As interesting as that is, what does this have to do with my kind and I?" asked Kroturo.
"Well this woman is willing to trade her knowledge of interdimensional slides and the locations of the worlds she's already visited. But in return she'll need wants immunity from any sort of attack from the Kromagg Empire," answered Rickman.
"What about you King?" asked Kroturo.
"Let's just say, that I'm taking a leave of absence," replied Rickman.
Kroturo thought deeply and then looked at the human sitting across from him. "Alright. I accept your offer. Let me call my own Colonel and I will brief him on his new duties."
"Fantastic!"
No more than ten minutes later, a Kromagg soldier dressed in a hunter green military dress uniform. This Kromagg was slightly above average height, short brown hair, and intense blue eyes. But unlike most Kromaggs this one looked human all except for the scar across his face.
As he closed in on Rickman, the Kromagg stuck out his hand and greeted in a distinctive British-like accent, "Hello, I'm Colonel Stonemagg. The General was called away by our own King; however, he's already briefed me on everything."
"Stonemagg," greeted Rickman, "You know…I always get taken aback when I realize that you all can shapeshift from your normal Kromagg appearance to a human-like version of yourselves."
"Yes well it makes espionage so much more doable when your targets don't see what's coming," Stonemagg said with a slight chuckle. "Now the General said you had a partner in this deal?"
"Yes well she should be… Ah here she is!" Rickman said as he watched Quinn's female double approach them.
"Logan St. Claire, I'd like to introduce to you Colonel Stonemagg of the Kromaggs. Stonemagg, this is Logan St. Claire."
Simply looking at each other in acknowledgement, Logan and Stonemagg were silently sizing each other up. Then Rickman said once again, "Now Logan, shall we start tracking their wormhole?"
Looking between the two males, Logan's expression changed something that can only be described as a crazed obsession as she pulled out her own timer. "Let's get going boys! Who knows where we'll end up next."
THE END IS ONLY THE BEGINNING