“He is gone,” Emperor Voltair echoed within his dimly lit royal throne room as he strode back and forth in front of the now NINE Galactic Deciders. “Magnus… The World-Breaker… YOUR COMMANDING-LEADER… IS THRACKING GONE!!!!

  Turning back around to face his emotionless peacekeepers, Voltair snapped, “Has Magnus been planning this??? Has this all been orchestrated? Hm??? Does anyone know something that I do not? ANYONE?!?!”

  “Nuh-No, Emperor,” Xan stuttered out

  Approaching the short and baldheaded Galactic Decider, Emperor Voltair asked, “No, you say? And how do you know this, Decider Xan???”

  “Because Magnus would NEVER commit such a horrendous act, Emperor,” Anora suddenly snared, causing the Grand Emperor to snap his hawkish eyes towards her now.

  “Really? Never, you say, Decider Anora,” Voltair then pressed as Anora kept her eyes looking forward.

  “Yes, my Emperor… NEVER.”

  “Heh, heh… Well, I am sorry, but… HAVE YOU THRACKING LOOKED OUTSIDE RECENTLY?!?! That disobedient THRACKER nearly DECIMATED half of MY city!!! And let us not forget ALL OF THE KNIGHTS AND INNOCENT CIVILIANS who he solely slaughtered like thracking urchins!”

  Anora kept her lips sealed as Emperor Voltair scoffed in her face, “Never? THINK AGAIN, GIRL! All of you ‘think again’!!!”

  Directing his attention towards the rest of the Galactic Deciders now, Emperor Voltair stated, “The ‘Magnus’ that you all once knew and followed as your ‘Commanding-Leader’ is now marked… FOREVER as a traitor! AN ENEMY to the Voltairan Empire, its people, world… AND ME!!!!”

  The Galactic Deciders kept their heads raised, eyes forward, and mouths closed as Voltair screamed, “FIND HIM!!! I order you, my Galactic Deciders, to find Magnus… THE OATH-BREAKER and bring him back to Voltaira… ALIVE!!! Achieve this successfully so I can personally execute the traitorous kroone! THRACK! I shall even be the one to pull the trigger on the Deresolution Beam Emitter Cannon myself!!!”

  “And what if he does not wish to be ‘brought back’, Your Majesty,” Tristen asked as Emperor Voltair looked over to him with widened eyes. “What if he… resists?”

  “There be no ‘ifs’, Decider Tristen,” Braako fiercely corrected with an angry expression on his chiseled face. “ONLY ABSOLUTES. Magnus will come back. HE WILL COME BACK…”

  “But what if he does not, brother,” Kai asked.

  “Yes, Braako,” Draex followed. “What if we cannot bring Magnus back to Voltaira? What then???”

  “Then we shall kill him,” Braako simply answered, causing Tristen, Kai, Draex, and Anora’s eyes to all widen while Apollox, Medo, and Rayven all slightly grinned.

  Locking his eyes on Braako now, Emperor Voltair strode over to him and said, “I like the way you think, my boy. I like it… A LOT.”

  “Grand thanks, Your Grace,” Braako nodded as Voltair smirked.

  Looking Braako over, Emperor Voltair said, “Since Magnus has cowardly fled… And is now the grandest enemy and threat the Voltairan Empire it has ever faced in all of its cycles of existence, the Galactic Deciders shall need a new Commanding-Leader.”

  Braako smirked as Anora glanced over at him in concern.

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  “Would you like to take on that HIGHLY COVETED role, Decider Braako?” Emperor Voltair asked.

  “Yes, my Emperor,” Braako nodded. “GLADLY.”

  “Grand,” Emperor Voltair sneered. “Congratulations, Decider. I hereby knight you as the NEW Commanding-Leader of the Galactic Deciders of the Voltairan Empire.”

  Braako then bowed to Emperor Voltair, making him grin before he told him to rise.

  “What are your orders, Your Highness?” Apollox asked as Emperor Voltair kept his eyes glued on Braako still.

  “Art thou deaf, Decider Apollox,” Emperor Voltair asked crudely. “Find Magnus and bring him back to me alive.”

  “And if he does not wish to be brought back?” Medo asked.

  Glancing over at Medo now, Emperor Voltair said in glee, “Then you do as your COMMANDING-LEADER has just said…”

  Locking eyes with Braako once more, Emperor Voltair said with a smirk, “KILL HIM. Confirm command.”

  “COMMAND CONFIRMED, EMPEROR!!!” all of the Galactic Deciders, even Anora, answered in unison.

  Though she did in fact ‘accept’ Emperor Voltair’s order to capture Magnus either alive… OR DEAD Anora felt as if it were still ‘wrong’, but she was bound to her holy duty as a Galactic Decider and shut off her emotions completely as a result.

  Looking at the rest of the nine Galactic Deciders now, Emperor Voltair said, “Grand. Now, you have your mission… SO CARRY ON WITH IT!”

  “We shall not fail, Emperor,” Braako said after bowing to the sole-supreme ruler of Voltaira.

  “For the grand sake of our people and world, Braako… I hope you are right. You are now all dismissed,” Emperor Voltair ordered.

  Once the Galactic Deciders had all departed from his throne room, Emperor Voltair placed his hands behind his lower back and started walking towards the veranda behind his royal throne.

  Now standing on the veranda, Emperor Voltair looked over at the portion of the city where Magnus had fended off all of the forces that he had sent to kill him for supposedly breaking his ‘emotional baseline’.

  There was more to this though… A WHOLE LOT MORE, but for now, traveler, that reasoning shall be kept in secret.

  LOCKED AWAY within the Emperor’s Mind until it would be revealed at the perfect moment.

  Drawing his eyes away from the wreckage off in the distance, Emperor Voltair looked up at the

  billions of stars that littered the Voltairan night sky.

  Whilst looking up at the stars, Emperor Voltair said through gritted teeth, “You got away, Magnus. I shall give you that… BUT I will find you. I will find you… I WILL FIND YOU.”

  THE PSI VELORUM STAR SYSTEM

  SIXTY POINT FIVE LIGHT CYCLES AWAY FROM PLANET VOLTAIRA

  After six hour-cycles of fleeing across the cosmos, Magnus finally found refuge upon a small, desolate moon that had the diameter of four hundred and seventy-two kilometers.

  Sitting cross-legged on its rocky, pock-marked surface, the blood and dirt covered Galactic Decider had been sitting on the moon for approximately thirty minute-cycles.

  There, on the moon, Magnus tried to contemplate all of the heinous, unspeakable actions that he had solely committed back on Voltaira. His home world.

  Using his powers to create a gravity shield around his whole body to contend with the airless moon, Magnus closed his eyes whilst pondering his racing thoughts.

  Keeping his emotional baseline ‘leveled’ even though there was no one else on the moon but himself, Magnus took in a deep breath and exhaled.

  Opening his eyes after calming himself, Magnus pulled out Lero’s Holo-Fier from a storage compartment on his back that old Rannukan had given him just before General Tyze and his men had soullessly gunned him down.

  Lero’s final words echoed inside of Magnus’s emotional distraught brain as he stared down at the slightly damaged, but still operational memory storage device.

  Recalling the gruesomeness of Lero being blasted to bloody bits by Tyze and his Knights, Magnus closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he proceeded to place the Holo-Fier around his head.

  With the Ocular Lenses sliding downward and covering up over his reopened eyes, Magnus relaxed his rising emotions once more as his mind was then immediately hurled… THIRTY CYCLES PRIOR.