I sighed as I entered Galactic Federation territory. The small ships around darted here and there on their duties, but the larger ones were still. I looked around to see if I could recognize Olympus, but failed from this distance.

A heard a crack below me, and I looked down. A white blur rushed up and onto my face with screeching sounds, and I fought with the creature I had kidnapped as it crawled over my head and down my neck. I heard a buzz as it opened its mouth and tried to sink its teeth into me.

Beep: "Attention, unknown spacecraft, you are trespassing on Galactic Federation grounds," a male, human voice said as I wrestled with my miniature assaulter. "We need your identification if you are to proceed through."

"Uh, 26448!" I responded, finally grabbing the thing tight in my fist. I froze it with thicker ice that could withstand its tiny attacks. It pounded at the chilly prison. "You be quiet!" I growled.

"Excuse me?" The man on the intercom asked impatiently. "Did you just tell me to shut up?"

"No! I'd never do that!" I quickly said, realizing I had probably offended him. "I was only-"

I heard him grunt from the other line. "Just get going, Rundas," a green light on the dashboard signaled I was free to go. I relaxed, placing my hand on the ice sphere I trapped the monster in. "I don't have time for this today. My migraine is killing me."

With that lucky admittance, I sped forward and into the Federation property of space, scanning the ships for the G.F.S. Olympus. I read the letters that were painted on the sides of the crafts. G.F.S. Jupiter, Conquerer, DuMort, Percival, Viper... I scanned for a time, eventually finding what I needed.

I docked in the first bay I saw, ignoring the complaints of the Federation troops that guarded. "You can't land here! You need a pass!" One of them shouted.

I hopped out and shot the armored man a leer. "I don't care for one thing. Even if I did get in trouble, would you be able to face me and live?" I sharpened ice around my hand and held the tip towards his neck. It was shiny enough to reflect the trooper's helmet. He gulped, and let me go free.

I smirked and swiveled around. "Didn't think so."

Something else crashed into the bay, grunts and metallic screeches ringing. I turned and saw the Ghor Fighter 2 crumpled and sparking on the floor. "Ugh, that's gonna be hard to repair..." The cyborg muttered with a scruffy voice as he sat up, rubbing his hard head.

I came over. "Ghor! What are you doing here?" This was a strange coincidence.

His gaze flicked to me, for when he was sitting down, he was the same height as I was. "I should be asking you the same thing," he got up, separating from his larger body. Now, he was a head shorter, also more frail and scrawny. His voice softened from being harsh and scratchy. "What is that in your hand?"

I looked down as he did to see the thrashing thing in the ice. I shrugged. "No idea. But it attacked me on Phrygis. Along with the rest of the people." I shuddered as the memories flooded back.

His eyes widened. "You too?"

I turned my head to the side in confusion. "What happened with you?"

"Well, the Wotans were friendly at first, but overnight they suddenly went amok. I barely escaped, and now," he angrily kicked the tool chest he had had before, which rattled and opened to reveal nothing inside. "they took my Elysian upgrades. I don't think my failure is going to end well."

I clenched my jaw. Something wasn't right here... While I was thinking, Ghor leaned down, squinting closely at the white creature. "That looks like the thing they tried to link my circuits into!"

"Who? This same little guy?" I was baffled, and disturbed. Were Phrygis and Wotan VII working together on something? Now I had a hunch something had been set up.

But what?

"Yes... They ambushed me once I was escaping. I had overheard them discussing shutting me down. They didn't like the 'state' I was in, saying that I couldn't be organic and robotic at the same time," he looked up to me. "Was that what they did to you too?"

I nodded. "Not in the exact way, though. My parents just wanted to kill me. Apparently I needed to be skillfully handled, so the entire planet had to gain up on me. I have to say... I didn't like killing some of my kin..." I remembered the dying gaze of Armant as she fell from me skewering her through the throat. I shuddered again, pushing the thought from my mind.

Ghor's face saddened. "I know what you mean. I slew about two dozen Wotans. They just kept coming... Each of their eyes ablaze with malice..."

I froze. "Were they blue?"

"Yes," he seemed a little perplexed. "But what does-!!" The same idea popped into both of our heads at the same time. "To Admiral Dane!" Ghor cried, standing and dashing away next to me, across the hanger and through the door.