“JORRAKAN?! JORRAKAN?!!!” Lero cried out in a frantic voice as he strenuously searched through the scrap mound that had seen Kaze crash down into.

  With fire spewing out of the ‘Kren Hole’ that took out the remainder of the underground Kren, Lero cut down the last few remaining alien monsters that still infested the Scrap Zone’s surface.

  Cutting down another Kren with his Pulsar Saber, Lero shouted again, “JORRAKAN?! JORRAKAN?!!!”

  With no reply from the ‘Super Jumping Jorrakan’, Lero grunted before shouting, “KAAAAAAAAAZE!!!!!!!!”

  “Ugh… Huh?” Kaze huffed after Lero’s crying of his shortened first name awoke him.

  Pushing himself out of the scrap mound that the blast wave from the Pulsar Missile had thrown him into, the still armored Jorrakan wanderer grunted and groaned though his damaged Battle Helmet as Lero continued to call out for him.

  Gritting his teeth, Kaze returned, “Urgh… Here! Urgh… Ugh… Thrack… I’m over here!”

  Hearing Kaze’s voice echoing from behind a hill in the scrap, Lero homed in on it and quickly hobbled on over towards.

  Cutting down two more Kren in his path, Lero stumbled over the hill and looked downward to see Kaze pushing his body up from the side of it.

  “KAZE!” Lero cried out in a joyous tone as he shuffled down the other side of the hill to meet with the incredibly brave Jorrakan.

  “KAZE! Are you well?!” Lero asked as he clamored to the Jorrakan’s side.

  Placing his hands on the sides of his battle-damaged helmet, Kaze pulled it off to reveal his true face to Lero.

  “URGH-GAH! THRACK!” Kaze cried out after he had pulled off his battle helmet.

  Kaze then threw the battle helmet down towards the bottom of the hill that he and Lero both now stood upon.

  Eyes widened, Lero asked again, “Kaze, are you…”

  “FINE. Ugh… I’m thracking fine,” Kaze grunted. “Just a little banged up. Nothing too serious. How do you fair, Rannukan?”

  “I’ll live. You did a grand job, Kaze.”

  “Did I do it? Did I close the hole?”

  “Yes. Yes, you did. Grand job, boy!”

  Kaze nodded to Lero as they were both immediately caught off guard by a loud… AND POWERFUL yell that echoed from near City Square.

  “What in the thrack was that?” Kaze said in confusion as he looked up to the rainy skyways with his eyes narrowed.

  “Magnus,” Lero gasped as his eyes instantly widened. “That was Magnus.”

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  “Magnus?” Kaze mimicked as Lero nodded.

  Lowering his brow now, Kaze said, “If that was him then he doesn’t sound too grand. Come on. Let us be off.”

  “Be off??? What do you mean ‘be off’?”

  “I MEAN WHAT I SAY, LERO! If Magnus was the person who just screamed, then we have to go see if he’s alright. We must… NOW COME THE THRACK ON! I’ll jump us both to where the ‘scream’ came from.”

  Lero had a grim look on his face as he did not reply to Kaze.

  Scrunching his brow in confusion again, Kaze asked, “LERO, what are you doing??? What are you waiting for? COME ON. Come on and I’ll…”

  “No,” Lero uttered.

  “No?” Kaze asked.

  “NO. I shall not go with you, boy. Not while Voltair’s Enslaved run about in the Scrap Zone all alone and unprotected.”

  “Lero, they’ll be fine. We took care of the Kren, remember??? They have nothing left to fear…”

  “EXCEPT FOR THE VOLTAIRAN KNIGHTS. You and I both saw the size of that blast from the Pulsar Missile closing the hole. It could be seen from miles away most likely and Voltair Knight Astro-Fighter Squadrons… AS WELL AS GROUND-ASSAULT TROOPS are probably already well on their thrackin’ way to come and investigate.”

  “So what?” Kaze shrugged. “What’s your point?”

  Glaring at Kaze, Lero snapped, “My point is that the enslaved cannot be seen out in the open once the Knights arrive! If they are discovered, then they shall be slaughtered. ALL OF THEM… I will not let them die! Not after surviving all of the unspeakable horrors and tortures down below in the Prisoner Pits. VOLTAIR’S Personal SLAVE Prison.”

  “So, what are you saying then, Lero? That you’re going to stay here and not go with me to help Magnus?”

  “Tis exactly what I am saying, Kaze. I have to make sure that all of Voltair’s Enslaved survive this nightmare intact and NOT in pieces. Magnus shall be fine.”

  “No. No, you don’t know that. Thrack, how COULD you know that???”

  “BECAUSE I’VE BEEN WATCHING OVER HIM SINCE HE WAS A THRACKING CHILDLING!” Lero blared in Kaze’s face, causing him to jump back slightly. “If it was Magnus who truly was ‘screaming’ then it was probably for a grand thracking reason. Besides, we wouldn’t stand even a morsel of a chance against the other Galactic Deciders. They are not like you and me OR the thracking Kren. They are ‘different’… GOD-LIKE. They could kill us both with so much as a single thracking thought. SPLATTER US all over the whole thracking city in a thracking INSTANT. Is that what you want for yourself, boy? Is it? IS IT?!?!”

  Clenching his jaw, and lowering his brow, Kaze gritted in Lero’s ‘rain and blood-covered’ face, “I’m not leaving him to die. Not alone. You can stay here if you wish, Lero, but I’m going to the city. I’m gonna find Magnus… AND I’M GONNA HELP HIM FIGHT THOSE GALACTIC DECIDING THRACKOIDS.”

  “It’s been nice knowing you then, Kaze,” Lero said. “I bid thee a ‘grand journey’ in your inevitable voyage to the Outer-World.”

  Glaring at Lero, Kaze turned from him and positioned himself in the direction of where the screams were coming from.

  With another one of Magnus’s screams sounding off from the distance, Kaze squatted down and thrusted himself high up into the air, leaving Lero down on the ground to say whilst the rain pelted down upon him, “Thracking kroone…”