Breaks between thoughts? Yes, I know it is

kind of confused in this chapter, but that's

only because I wanted quick scene transition,

all the other chapters do have breaks....

anyway.



Chapter Two: The Dark Cometh



Moments before the mushroom shaped Carrotian orbital station was destroyed by the shockwave of the Valkrieye's blast. And out of it ran the tiny, capsule shaped ship piloted by the as-of-yet unheard of wanderer Ducky, and the infamous demon, Tyio.

"What is that...thing?!" Tyio shouted, questioning the massive, alien warship and the blast that spew from it's mouth.

"It's a Knn warship."

"Knn?" He questioned.

"There a warlike race from the far reaches of the galaxy." She said, still intently focoused on making it into the atmosphere before the blast did.

"And what about that mega-weapon?"

"My information is limited, but I know it's a atmosphere corrupting weapon, bio-warfare." Tyio snarled at that, a very deplorable method of combat. Many moments passed, as the ship and the beam drew closer to the brim of the world.

"Why did you rescue me?" The grey rabbit shruged.

"Why not?"



The swords of the two combatants sheened from the very same energy they generated. Great, smoking gashes lined the room, and any bystanders were probably cut down in the process. The cloaked one somersaulted backward, and then layed down his weapon.

"Who are you?" He asked, his voice raspy and cold, with a hint of cruelty.

"I am the mercenary for hire, Asari." She awnsered, resheathing her weapon.

"Hmm, and who sent you to kill me? And why would you want to save that pathetic planet."

"None, I am here upon my own accord." She replied cooly.

"You didn't awnser my other question."

"I need not awnser to the likes of you!"

"Indeed? Well, what is it you want, so you can leave me be." Asari pondered, realizing the trip may not be a total waste.

"I seek the dark artifact Symballen, which, my information holding true, is in thyn possesion, yes?"

"You want Symballen?"

"Yes!" Then the cloaked figure gave a short chuckle, and threw it at her.

"Take it, I don't want it." But she paid him no mind. A evil smile was wrapped around her face, as the dark energy of Symballen filtered into her.

"At last, after so much trial and tribulation, Symballen is mine!" In a disintrested manner, The Demon went about, checking on the computers.

"What shall you do with it?"

"Fool! It is a gauge to the point of perfection, a map! With it I shall finally, be able to destroy the Archon."

"Do as you please, then, but leave, now, or die."



The tiny ship smashed into the atmosphere,a fire igniting across it's contours as it did.

"Reentering atmosphere." Ducky checked off, just as the blast of energy impacted, several miles off to the left. And it was magnificant as it spread. A wave of goldens and yellows, oranges and purple, spreading through the sky like sand flying in the air, only it descended down. But, soon it's mean became more violent.

Explosions hiccuped throught it, and shockwaves cascaded in all directions. Great tornadoes of dust formed, and earthquakes abound at the material spread. Tyio was awed by the sheer magnitude of it, he never saw anything the like in all his exploits.

"It's...brilliant."

"It's deadly, that's what it is." Ducky quipped, looking at the explosion only out of the corner of her eye. The ship rattled as it penetrated futher in the atmosphere, and was being bombarded by rocks hurled up from the dying Carrotous.

"I've got a bad feeling about this..." Tyio's voice trailed off, staring into the hailstorm of boulders. Suddenly, in the midst of a pocket of dense rock, appeared what once, in life, was probably a mountain.

"It's...we're going to die, aren't we?" He said, knowing there was no escape.

"Not yet." Ducky awnsered, flipping a switch. And then, just as the boulder was about to strike, the interior filled with ice...



Arean Daroth. A city set in a valley inside the Darothian desert. It was the base of operations for the Cave of Scrolls excavation. The Darothian desert, and Daroth itself, at the edge, were the last stronghold of learning on the anarchaic world of Carrotous. Which was hard, since so little knowledge existed anymore. When the blast cursed the world with eternal cloudcover, plants began dying. Leading to starvation, plauges, the whole lot. And it also prevented space travel. It was the end of Carrotous, the epitath of a dying world. Most said by the current generation the race would die out, and the planet would become a barren desert over the next century. One rabbit, Tymen Daroth, was determened to make that a falsity. Archeaologist by proffesion, he dreamed of leaving his sandy home to walk the halls of Carrotous, in search for a reconsiling cup. Prehaps he just found it.

Tymen was using his hand brush, wiping away years of sand off what looked like a pertrified stone, all the while jotting notes down in his book.

"Appears...fifty percent titanium, fourty percent steel, and...ten percent argyos?" He brushed more fervertly now.

"This isn't a stone at all!" He brushed away a metal door, with the name 'the Stalwart' written in flowing script on it.

"It's a...ship. From before the Dark Age." He had disregarded his notes, he was to excited. A ship might have something that would allow them to leave Carrotous, forever. Discovering a lock like device, he fumbled with it, and eventually the door opened with a hiss. He peered into the dark interior.

"What...is that?" He stared at two, upright stones, glistining in the light. Then, he jumped a foot back, as the stones began to break and fall apart. Nerviously, he unseathed his daggar.

"Back...w-whatever you are!" What came out of the stones still hid in the darkness, but they had a new, more jagged and detailed shape.

"Oh God, my head." One said in a miserable tone.

"It's hypothermic sickness. You'll get it everytime you leave Cryofreeze." The other one said. Then, clumsly, the things stepped out of the ship. They were covered in water and frost, but both were rabbits.

Guarding his eyes from the sun, Tyio asked Tymen.

"You, where are we?"

"You're...in Arean Daroth."

"How long have we been out." He asked.

"I-I b-beg your pardon?"

"The date, boy, the date!" Ducky intoned.

"Oh, it is September, the first."

"Year, if you don't mind."

"2819." It seemed, to Tymen atleast, as if a physical force hit his two new companions.

"We've been asleep for fiveteen years!"