Board Thread:Role-Playing/@comment-5745743-20170321230617/@comment-30662740-20170322025658

Traze Xandr walks from within the hyperbolic time chamber. His light gi tattered to rags, and his legs quivering. He stomps his way to the edge, and collapses on the Lookout floor, panting heavily. He sits up, drinking water from a small bowl. He stands slowly but surely, no power being emitted from his body what so ever, and just stares off into the sky.

Meanwhile, Zion X is on Pluto within the royal palace. He is overseeing the training of Tuffle Soldiers as they prepare to launch an attack on a nearby Solar System.

A tall man walks up from behind him with hands in his pockets. He begins to speak, "Lord Zion, Sir. The strike is ready to be launched at your command."

Zion waits for a while and replies, "Very good. Is my special regime trained and ready also?"

"Y-Yes, sire. Your special unit is trained and prepared for the Mercernary work appointed."

"Good, keep them on stand by. I'm heading out, the strike shall commence when I return" Zion flies off into space from the launch pad.