~Meanwhile~
Zyruxian scouts shouted in glory, "Hark! The child is born!". Highlord Teruxius called to his soldiers, "Make way for the holiest of objects!". The red diamond burned its way through the atmosphere to the center of Zyruxian faith, the Crucible. The diamond crashed into the center of the temple. "We must give this to the Savior". The Zyruxian Shamans circled the diamond and fashioned it into a necklace. Suddenly, a noise from the top of the temple. An Irken ship landed on the intricately designed roof. The immense weight sent it crashing through to the center of the Crucible. The cockpit opened with a whirlpool of steam. "A visitor ... Hmm..." "I can't believe how unfortunately cramped it is in there! No wonder their government is height based!" Wilzyx groaned. "Now, why did a fellow Zyruxian destroy the precious ceiling of the most holy Crucible?" "Well, obviously someone who has never been here, or someone who doesn't give a damn. Oh wait, second description." "How DARE you speak so roughly to the great High Priest?" "Oh, I'm SORRY," as Wilzyx's hands burst into a light-blue flame "Did you mean me?" He moved his hands like a type of dance of death, as the ground started glowing with a light-blue aura. "Prepare ... FOR YOUR ANNIHILATION!" The ground ripped apart like a type of clay while light blue fire sprung from the cracks in the ground. Light blue fire consumed the Shamans, as they were swept into the cracks in the ground. Wilzyx picked up the necklace with the Red Diamond. "At last, my Infernal Prism is mine once more, and all who try to stop me will bow down to my wrath." Wilzyx laughed evilly. "And many false prophets shall rise, and they shall deceive many." Wilzyx's ringtone, Davy Jones, suddenly kicked on. Wilzyx especially preferred the organ solo. He gave a few curses and burst into a column of light blue fire.
~Meanwhile, aboard the Oubliette...~
"Sh*t!" Wilzyx tried to hush himself after materializing in the middle of the bathroom. Scorch marks lit the floor. Wilzyx snapped his fingers and the scorch marks disappeared. "Note to self: Set more sleeper charges in the Crescent." The lavatory door swung open and closed with its signature *CLANG*. Wilzyx, attempting to be stealthy, disappeared in a flash of light blue. When the flash ended, he was at the end of the long hallway that led to the crescent. Wilzyx rushed to a blank spot in the pure white plated walls. He looked left, then right. He put his hand against the wall. It slid in like it was a knife. He then squeezed into the wall. "Excellent, just as I planned." He then walked quietly in the pure black hallway. The sides of the hallway were pure black. Only the frames of the sides were colored. They were tubing, which transported nutrients to the rest of the ship. Wilzyx opened the door at the end of the hallway. The door was highly decorated, and had intricate battle scenes carved into its obsidian mantle with such ornate precision. When the door opened, he was in his room. It was completely white, from as far as the eye could see, stretching out to infinity. His room was by far the largest, and yet the smallest (He used his power of intangibility to sneak in the other rooms). Only the door and him were present in the eternal room. Deciding his powers might need some work, he lit his hands on fire. He threw two fireballs into the north direction. He conjured a wall of flame to make himself in a box. He spiraled upwards, catapulting himself out of the box with a cascade of fire. He conjured two training drones. He snapped his fingers and the drones were set alight. The drones exploded. "Alright, now for the tricky lesson", Wilzyx stated. He lit his hands. A sphere of light blue energy engulfed his hands. He conjured a coffee table. "Just...a...little...more..." He sent both his hands to the direction of the table, sending two light blue tendrils of energy to lash out at the table. The tendrils wrapped around the table. He threw the table directly upwards. He retracted one of the tendrils and replaced the point with a curved blade. While the table was descending, he lashed out his blade tendril at the table. Success. The table burst into a thousand pieces of wood. "I think there's one more that I may have to practice..." Willzyx clasped his hands, still alight, together. He then pushed them forward. The space in front of him was distorted, and he felt reality fall apart at the seam. "Uh oh! Time to get out of here!" He snapped his fingers. The room was normalized, and he was back in the midnight black hallway. Another ringtone. "SH*T!" He disappeared in a burst of light. He appeared at the corner of the hallway leading to the meeting room. "Ah, Wilzyx. Glad you could join us! Everyone, this is Wilzyx. My son." Willzahk exclaimed. Several gasps and compliments. Wilzyx walked in to the meeting room and took his seat. Satisfied with his doings, he cracked a smile. "Wilzyx, is there something you would like to tell us?" Willzahk queried. "No, no, just thinking of a funny joke I saw earlier." Wilzyx responded.-The Grand Archivist
~Meanwhile...On the Ancient Starship...~
Tak rushed in to the meeting room. "MY SHIP IS GONE!" "Are you sure?! AARGH!" I yelled in disgust. "Typical for Irken vermin! Always so short." My horns itched. "You wish I was that gracious. What I lack in beauty, I make up for in power. When my plan comes into fruition, you all shall receive your just reward." I closed my eyes, envisioned the hangar, and snapped my fingers. "A new ship is awaiting you in the hangar. But if you break it, I swear to almighty GOD, THERE'LL BE HELL TO PAY!"-Satan
Zyruxian scouts shouted in glory, "Hark! The child is born!". Highlord Teruxius called to his soldiers, "Make way for the holiest of objects!". The red diamond burned its way through the atmosphere to the center of Zyruxian faith, the Crucible. The diamond crashed into the center of the temple. "We must give this to the Savior". The Zyruxian Shamans circled the diamond and fashioned it into a necklace. Suddenly, a noise from the top of the temple. An Irken ship landed on the intricately designed roof. The immense weight sent it crashing through to the center of the Crucible. The cockpit opened with a whirlpool of steam. "A visitor ... Hmm..." "I can't believe how unfortunately cramped it is in there! No wonder their government is height based!" Wilzyx groaned. "Now, why did a fellow Zyruxian destroy the precious ceiling of the most holy Crucible?" "Well, obviously someone who has never been here, or someone who doesn't give a damn. Oh wait, second description." "How DARE you speak so roughly to the great High Priest?" "Oh, I'm SORRY," as Wilzyx's hands burst into a light-blue flame "Did you mean me?" He moved his hands like a type of dance of death, as the ground started glowing with a light-blue aura. "Prepare ... FOR YOUR ANNIHILATION!" The ground ripped apart like a type of clay while light blue fire sprung from the cracks in the ground. Light blue fire consumed the Shamans, as they were swept into the cracks in the ground. Wilzyx picked up the necklace with the Red Diamond. "At last, my Infernal Prism is mine once more, and all who try to stop me will bow down to my wrath." Wilzyx laughed evilly. "And many false prophets shall rise, and they shall deceive many." Wilzyx's ringtone, Davy Jones, suddenly kicked on. Wilzyx especially preferred the organ solo. He gave a few curses and burst into a column of light blue fire.
~Meanwhile, aboard the Oubliette...~
"Sh*t!" Wilzyx tried to hush himself after materializing in the middle of the bathroom. Scorch marks lit the floor. Wilzyx snapped his fingers and the scorch marks disappeared. "Note to self: Set more sleeper charges in the Crescent." The lavatory door swung open and closed with its signature *CLANG*. Wilzyx, attempting to be stealthy, disappeared in a flash of light blue. When the flash ended, he was at the end of the long hallway that led to the crescent. Wilzyx rushed to a blank spot in the pure white plated walls. He looked left, then right. He put his hand against the wall. It slid in like it was a knife. He then squeezed into the wall. "Excellent, just as I planned." He then walked quietly in the pure black hallway. The sides of the hallway were pure black. Only the frames of the sides were colored. They were tubing, which transported nutrients to the rest of the ship. Wilzyx opened the door at the end of the hallway. The door was highly decorated, and had intricate battle scenes carved into its obsidian mantle with such ornate precision. When the door opened, he was in his room. It was completely white, from as far as the eye could see, stretching out to infinity. His room was by far the largest, and yet the smallest (He used his power of intangibility to sneak in the other rooms). Only the door and him were present in the eternal room. Deciding his powers might need some work, he lit his hands on fire. He threw two fireballs into the north direction. He conjured a wall of flame to make himself in a box. He spiraled upwards, catapulting himself out of the box with a cascade of fire. He conjured two training drones. He snapped his fingers and the drones were set alight. The drones exploded. "Alright, now for the tricky lesson", Wilzyx stated. He lit his hands. A sphere of light blue energy engulfed his hands. He conjured a coffee table. "Just...a...little...more..." He sent both his hands to the direction of the table, sending two light blue tendrils of energy to lash out at the table. The tendrils wrapped around the table. He threw the table directly upwards. He retracted one of the tendrils and replaced the point with a curved blade. While the table was descending, he lashed out his blade tendril at the table. Success. The table burst into a thousand pieces of wood. "I think there's one more that I may have to practice..." Willzyx clasped his hands, still alight, together. He then pushed them forward. The space in front of him was distorted, and he felt reality fall apart at the seam. "Uh oh! Time to get out of here!" He snapped his fingers. The room was normalized, and he was back in the midnight black hallway. Another ringtone. "SH*T!" He disappeared in a burst of light. He appeared at the corner of the hallway leading to the meeting room. "Ah, Wilzyx. Glad you could join us! Everyone, this is Wilzyx. My son." Willzahk exclaimed. Several gasps and compliments. Wilzyx walked in to the meeting room and took his seat. Satisfied with his doings, he cracked a smile. "Wilzyx, is there something you would like to tell us?" Willzahk queried. "No, no, just thinking of a funny joke I saw earlier." Wilzyx responded.-The Grand Archivist
~Meanwhile...On the Ancient Starship...~
Tak rushed in to the meeting room. "MY SHIP IS GONE!" "Are you sure?! AARGH!" I yelled in disgust. "Typical for Irken vermin! Always so short." My horns itched. "You wish I was that gracious. What I lack in beauty, I make up for in power. When my plan comes into fruition, you all shall receive your just reward." I closed my eyes, envisioned the hangar, and snapped my fingers. "A new ship is awaiting you in the hangar. But if you break it, I swear to almighty GOD, THERE'LL BE HELL TO PAY!"-Satan
