Yes you did.

Hmm, oh well, 'tis alright, Kazoo, would it

make you feel better if we threw things at

you

*throws stuff*

Anyway...



Chapter Seven: The Clan Konitar



Tymen's life flashed through his eyes in a instant longer by compare than all others. He was falling...falling...falling...but then he stopped.

"Huh?" He pondered his existence, why he wasn't dead. Looking down, he found himself in Dehmali's arms.

"Dehmali." He sighed, smiling broadly, never before had he been happier to see her.

"Tymen." The world was lightyears away. For a moment. But then Asari dropped Tymen to the ground and unseathed a sword.

"Dehmali...?" She wield the sword high above her head, then slashed it across Tymen's chest. Staggering backwards, Tymen's mind filled with the infinites of betrayal. She then tried then to finish him, but Tymen bobbed to safety, removing her weapon. He turned and saw Dehmali, cut across her face, fur matted by blood. Where'd that come from? Weapons lost, a maddening struggle began, between them, and then it all faded away.



That vissage passed through Tymen's mind as he neared the camp. Sparked for some unknown reason.

"Hey! Hey you guys! Wake up! There's a battle!" And probably a storm, consiquently, as hallow winds whistled through the desolate crags and blew across the empty plains.

"B-battle?" They asked groggily, as they arose from there sacks, wind whipping across there fur.

"Yea, and a storm!"

"Storm? Rain, in the desert?" Tyio asked, gathering his things.

"No, sand storm!" Tymen had to shout to outspeak the winds, as he stradled his bancka.

"Myhhhaa!" Ducky's bancka cried, last to awaken and be ridden on, as BlackSheep's fighter hopped from it's home in the sands and into it's niche in the sky.

"C'mon, let's move, let's move!" Tymen shouted, as the banckas ran as fast as they could and the fighter held at half speed. They dared to look back, at the swirling maelstrom of the sands, eveloping everything in the torrent.

"Buggers!" BlackSheep shouted through the comm. Buggers, the common name for the Knn small fighter craft, where shaped like a triangle, flat, with two inward pointing spikes leading off from the borders. They could move pretty fast, but were ill equiped with weapons, just two medium blasters. The peticular three BlackSheep was focousing on were patrols, probably ordered to pick of any Konitar trying to flee the battle.

But they had spotted our hapless heros, and were making a great sweeping motion torwards them.

"Blast it!" The pilot uttered as the fighters lined up behind her, feeding blaster fire straight into her engine core.



The finally clad Konitus and his entorauge strode through the now bloodied courts of the Imperial palace.

"Kill all resistance," he ordered his soldiers, "but leave the Emperor to me." The soldiers broke up, scowring the halls, only Konitus' daughter remained by his side, as they climbed the wrecked grand staircase.

"What will you do with him, father?"

"I will bring justice, to him." Konitus replied as he forced open the door. What he found was the body of the Duke of Daroth, and the Emperor, hiding in a corner.

"K-konitus? I'm so glad to have found you." Konitus smiled.

"Most regret finding me." He drew a long, brightly shining rapier.

"Konitus...?"

"For crimes aginst the people of Carrotous, I will execture you!"

"No, I have been nothing but loyal..." Deja vu, eh? With that, Konitus drove his sword deep into the Emperor's body.

"E-et t-tu?" The Emperor's body fell to the already stained floor.

"Come, Seraph, we must leave." Konitus said to his daughter.



Tymen awoke to sand in his mouth, which he spat out upon regaining consioucness.

"Wh-ere am I?" All he could see was the empty sands and the scorching sun.

"They left me here to die!" Question was, who? It couldn't have been the emperor, be had no power

(he didn't know the Konitar were there) so he decided it must have been the Knn, who his father hired, who left him out here. Turing to his back, he saw a familiar city, Arean Daroth, his father's capital. But it was a blaze, with blaster fired delieverd by the Deahtflies and Buggers that hovered above.

"Daroth...Daroth!" He ran, ran as fast as he could with what little energy he had left.

"Nooo! Stop! Stop all of you!" By the time he arrived, they were gone, back into the atmosphere, into the saftety of there enormous warfleet. What he found was streets, paved with blood, lined with bodies.

"Nooo..." Tears fell long down his face. He walked into a ruined store, took some nessecities, a cloak, some food, some clay. He found a bancka and a carriage. With this he walked into the deep abyss of the desert, hoping he would be never found again. He could make a living, maybe, of documenting the species and weather of the desert, and selling the information to the desert people. Maybe...and hopefully, he would never tread this dark hall in his mind again.



The incident at the Imperial Palace, now three months in the past, had erupted Asari's already explosive psyche. Cloaked in black, adopting the 'dark assasin' into her name, she became a assasin for hire, killing for a living. It was all that was left, away in the dark recesses of her destroyed mind.



BlackSheep rotated the guns at the end of her wings backwards, firing a massive blast into the fighter at the head of the three. It tore off the top of the fighter, which lost control and exploded on the sands, the fire twisting in the ever closing torrent. The other to still presented a problem, and her ship couldn't take much more damage. Then, as one ship tried to get above her, she wheeled the ship around, firing it's main lasers and leaving searing holes through the doomed fighter as it crashed into the storm. BlackSheep attempted to pull the same trick on the last one, but it mimiced her manuevers and stayed tightly to the engines, still pounding them with blaster power. Then, from below, atop the scrambling banckas, Tymen pulled out a blaster and fired it into the point of the fighter, causing it to bob up and giving BlackSheep a chance to rotate the heavy blasters, then firing there bolts of red energy. They scoured massive, molten holes in the fighters hull, it's systems failing, sparks flying as it too fell into the madness of the storm.



Wave after wave of Knn forces fell apoun the clans defense. Plasma energy flared, smoke bellowed, and blood poured through the maddening battle.

"My Lady, the Knn are showing signs of retreating, the fourth Deatflie is flying away at top speed and the second it backing up." A purple rabbit on bancka said, as he ran up to a pure white one on just as similair a creature.

"Are there buggers back in there hangers?" The white rabbit questioned.

"Nay, milady, all Knn fighters are still in the sky."

"Then they aren't retreating, there preparing to redouble there efforts...have the askatas with Banglu cannons on the back fire the first rounds." She commanded.

"Yes, milady Seraphine." The purple rabbit rode off, amid the charging horde of rabbits on foot, to large, elephant like furred creatures standing in the middle of the battlefield.

"Damn those Knn, we have to stop them before the over run Arean..." Seraph thought, then spyed the three banckas and the fighter belonging to our hero's charging the Knn forces from the side.

"Who...are they?" She consider breifly, before running back into the throng of Knn.

From the great furry askatas, large, smoking balls of Banglu, a modified version of plasma, energy hurtled torward the massive Knn Deathflies. They powered straight through the shields and erupting huge chunks of there hulls.

"Hapouy!" Seraph spat a command loudly in near-Gerenpfpssh, as she lopped off Knn heads. Her troops replied, gaining new resolve and attacking the Knn with all there might. The askatas fired again, and the ten simultanious explosions ripped there target, the second Knn Deatflie. It's hoverpads inoperative, it sank into the sands, and then exploded in a blue fury, molten heaps hurtling through the atmosphere, then sucked in by the ever approaching storm.

As the storms winds increased, sending howling fury across the sands, the askatas fired a third slavo torward the first Deatfile, and it too, fell in a massive, sparkling explosion. Not able to fight in the middle of a storm, the remaining to Deatfiles took of into the safe harbor of the Knn warfleet above, and the Konitar forces could do nothing to escape the storm but...

"Run!" Seraph shouted, waiving her blood stained sword in the air. The Knn on land were trapped in the storm, as were the buggers. Luckily, the Konitar forces, further from the storm, were able to just barely outrun it. Seraph was impressed by those three banckas riders and that fighter that flew in. It was pitch black, now that the storm had overtook the landscape, but the destructive rear of it was moving up slower than the rest. In that blackness, Seraph was easily able to pick out the dull light of the fighters engines, as the Konitar clan was poorly stocked with them.

"Syea!" Seraph slapped the reigns of the bancka into the back of it's neck, speeding it up torward the fighter.



It was a good day in Arean Daroth, when the clan Konitar came to visit. They needed repair, places to sleep and food, and it aided the large cities economy. After the city was sacked and nearly leveled by the Knn nearly ten year before, everyone thought that would be the end of the once proud city. But, the Konitar

clan had made it it's quasi base of operations, and when the 'Proffesor' as he was known around there, Tymen, set up the small biology school(it went under cover as a infirmary when Imperials were 'round) had brought even more money and people to the city. As it was now, it was the third largest city on Carrotous, a place with few cities. Yes, it was always a good day in Arean Daroth.



A large, silver room at the base of a hotel at which the Konitar rested, served as a breifing room, in which Seraph met our wayward heros, Tymen, Tyio, Ducky and BlackSheep.

"You've been in a sort of...hyper-regulated type sleep for fiveteen years...since the Knn attack?" Seraph asked.

"Yes." Tyio and Ducky said in unison. Tymen had analyized the ruler of the Konitar clan previously. She was white all over, it neatly trimmed and combed white fur, long, white hair, purple eyes. And she was tall, for a female especially and for a rabbit period. She wore a scowl, but was not all that unpleasant to be about. Little did Tymen know how very much she was like her late father.

"So, what are you all going to do?" Seraph asked, trotting infront of them.

"Well...we don't know...we were kinda thinking about joining a clan, battle the Knn, y'know, fight the good fight...not much else left, eh?" Tyio stated. Seraph contimplated, studying the two a moment before awnsering.

"How'd you like to go straight for the Knn?"

"But...how?"

"I know a guy, who's invented a way to breach the radiation barrier, get of the dusty rock."

"Okay...so, what's the plan?" Tyio was intrested.

"Somewhere, at a distant edge of the galaxy, there is a planet, on that planet is a artifact known as Symballen's Archon. It can turn back the pages of time."