So, you've found me out, eh Ducky? So I did steal the name, but it sounded really cool! And it fit with the plot...

don't tell anyone were I got it from tho(if you remember)

and...no, Gen, I didn't even consider that...

Genyisix has a completely diffrent meaning.

(I'll give you a hint, it's really important, think about Genyisix's message, namely the last word, remove and add some

letters, and you'll be that much closer to figuring the story out...)

If no one get's it then I'll tell you I guess.



Chapter Twenty Two: Sky Over Enemy Homeworld



"The Knn homeworld?!" A reply came up almost simultaniously amid the crew.

"According to this...yea." Seraph replied glumly. They all slumped in there seats.

"How're we supposed to retrieve a small piece of map on a planet covered in hostiles.

"I may have a awnser to that." Kaz, in his usual annoying voice, said as he appeared from the technological intestines of the Penultimate.

"What is it this time, Kaz?" Tymen asked, rather irritated.

"We've found pieces of the map at the same latitude and longitudinal position on each planet, therefore the need to search is dramatically decreased." Kaz piped in, acting rather proud afterward.

"Wow, you were actually useful for once, Kaz, what do you say, captian, do we go for it?" Juiso asked, still handling the controls. Seraph stood, rubbing her chin, pondering for a long while, until she finally said,

"I suppose we really don't have a choice."



Asari looked over the various indicators in the Beagle, as it cruised through the dry, orange sky of Knnryshaa.

"Commander, we've reached NAV Epsilon, orders?" A garbled message came over the comm.

"Good, set down the craft, and impart upon the ground troops that they may come our way." Asari said in her eloquent tounge.

"Roger." Teross had laughed when Asari requested the use of his troops to intercept the Penultimate when it came knocking for the fourth piece of the map that would lead them to the Symballen's Archon. And he gladly handed over command.

With deft movements belying her years, Asari set down the triangular Knn fighter in the red sand of Knnryshaa. With hydraulic power, the view panel lifted and Asari stood from the cockpit, the constant slight breeze moving her hair.

"You! Have my active armor ready by the time we ambush the Penultimate!" Asari ordered to a Knn soldier as they passed by.

"Yes, sir, erm, ma'im." Asari lept from her fighter, as the sounds of tanks and mecha could be heard stomping up over the horizon.

"This time, Tymen, I'll be ready, and you will die."



Knnryshaa was considerably closer to Turtani than Turtani was to Mosshein, so the trip through the bowels of HyperSpace was a short one. It was six o'clock ship time(and nine Knn time) when the Penultimate left HyperSpace. However, no one was at the cockpit at the time, it was being piloted by Kazooie. Everyone was in the lower levels, the planning room.

"Okay, in review, Kaz will maintain orbit at a stable la grange point from the planet. We'll take down the entry craft and land one mile away from the presumed location of the shard. We'll move in silently, and let's hope we evade enemy detection. Should we get into a fight, the objective will be obtaining the shard, not taking out enemies. Understood?" Seraph asked, as a three dimensional image of the terrain they were about to cover, mostly plains, rotated beneath her.

"Understood." They all replied, and in turn, Seraph turned to her comm. unit.

"Kaz, are we in stable orbit?"

"Yes, captian."

"And we've yet to encounter resistance."

"Yes, I know it's odd, but if one were to attack the planet, this would be a strategically unsound place to do it, so I imagine they keep it rather lightly guarded." Kaz intoned over the comm.

"Very well. Men, suit up, we enter the atmosphere in one hour!"



The camp set up in wait for the Penultimate was rather busy, with hovertanks and mecha milling about and being repaired by plethora of engineers. Asari sat under a brightly lit, insect infested tent, meditating as a number of majors discussed the attack amid themselves.

"Anmad namelad Tyioden atemus Genyiysus." The words ran through her mind. What did they mean?

They weren't Gerenpfpssh, she was well learned in all the languages of Carrotous, and this was not one of them. However, it bore a striking similarity to Gerenpfpssh, the word Anmad resembled Annad, which ment 'ultimate destiny' and atemus which had a similarity to atamus, which meant 'the alliance of.' It was the word namelad that eluded her. It was not Carrotian, not Gerenpfpssh, not Akaelian Gerenpfpssh or Wastish, or any other language she had commited to memory in her time wandering Carrotous. Tyioden and Genyiysus seemed to be names. Then she considered the figure himself. A being of mystery, with red eyes and large claws. He had told her that truth, not revenge awaited her at the end of her journey. She attempted to kill him for that comment, but some hidden aura prevented her from doing so. As if she were under the beings controlled. She had to get her revenge aginst Tymen, curse the prophecies of a old turtle! And she had to find the Archon, for it contained all the awnsers.



The crew of the Penultimate was armed to the teeth, and the entry craft had a weapon or two aswell. The entry craft was a small craft that could barely carry the crew, used for situations were it would be prohibitive for the main ship to drop off troops, it could be used to glide through the re-entry plasma and had enough retro rocket fuel to escape a medium sized planet's gravity.

"Open bay doors." Seraph ordered barely above a whisper.

"Opening bay doors, bay door opened." Kaz chimed, as the massive mechanical doorways opened and Knnryshaa stood beneath them, a vast, red wastland.

"Release docking vice."

"Releasing docking vice, docking vice relased." The entry craft floated out of the Penultimate now, into the vastness of space.

"Keep a sharp eye out, Kaz." Tymen threw in for good measure.

"Don't worry, I will."

Juiso, seemed to have taken a permanant piloting position, edged the tiny ship out of orbit, and it began the chaotic descent into the planets atmosphere. The entry craft shone like a brilliant red beacon aginst the black sky of night, and Seraph was concerned, with good reason, that the enemy could pinpoint her.



With great irrevrence, Asari snapped out of meditation, a single eye locking onto the image of the descending entry craft, far in the distance.

"They're here!" She shouted, and made a run for a nearby mech a massive rocket cannon. With her ninja like agility, she climbed up the mech's legs and to the torso, and shoved the pilot off the side.

"Away, knave!" Frantically, she pressed a series of buttons and the mech went online, the cockpit shutting around her. A targeting diamond appeared, and she painstakingly lined it up with the small target, even with the zoom at maximum, of the entry craft. Once aligned, the pressed a button on a command stick.

And a rocket burst from the mech's cannon.



Up Next: Chapter Twenty Three: Escape from Enemy Homeworld!

With there only way out destroyed, and no way to contact Kaz, how can our massively outnumbered hero's survive? Or will Asari and the Knn win?

You better get ready, and find out, next time on Sureal!



Bah...