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Far but not too far away from the grounded Academy was a mountain chain. And within that mountain chain was a canyon, and within that canyon was a meadow surrounded by mountains, a field of short emerald green rustling grass, a small untouched pond and myriad flowers that grew in patches. The wreckage of many war machines littered the field covered in weeds, and behind it stood a dark cave near one of the mountains, and for the first time in years white mist began to pour from the opening, gliding out into the meadow, filling up the cup made by the mountains, pouring into the canyon and wafting past the outer mountains. floating gently toward the lake, the Academy and the tournament grounds.

As Fredrick sat at the water's edge, watching the creatures around him. He began to expirement with his new powers over water. Without touching the water, he slowly made a circular motion with his finger, making a little swirl form on the water's surface.

Stopping, Fredrick thought of something else to try. Seeing the soft waves lapping on the beach, he reached out to the water and stilled it's surface, making it like glass. Expanding his thoughts, he imagined hundreds of little fingers touching it's surface and coordinated their movements.

Standing up and standing like a conductor before a grand orchestra, he began to produce sweet music upon the glassy surface of the lake. Losing himself in the moment, he never heard the sound of someone's approach.

"I see that you have taken a liking to your new powers." A voice said softly.

Fredrick turned around, the music dying and the lake returned to its natural state. Before him was Shaman Goraem, old and wizened, but still strong.

"Yes, I do. Though I have much to discover about them." Fredrick responded.

Reaching up, Fredrick pushed a series of buttons on his chest and his face plate unfolded and retracted to the back of his head. Upon Fredrick's face was a calm smile, something that KnightSpector never saw from his apprentice.

"I have a reason of coming here before you now. There are some things you must know, questions that must be answered before you continue on your journey. You see, Fredrick, you are extremely powerful, extremely. You have far exceeded the expectations of my people, I am proud of you. But I must reveal to you that what you have worked to prepare for is a lie. Now, don't interrupt me, please allow me to finish before you take your position. Yes, there is a Evil One, but you were never meant to face him. Vareoo, the Fallen Protoss, yes that is who it is, will be dealt with. But in that process, the Blood Wraiths will perish." Goraem said, as he sat down and pulled Fredrick down beside him.

"It is hard to find a place to start, but I will start from the beginning of our existance. We Blood Wraiths were created by the Xel'Naga, but not the Xel'Naga of this dimension. Since we are a cross-dimensional race, it would be not uncommon to question our origins. But, we were actually created by the Xel'Naga as a servant race to their sons, two beings charged with finishing the Xel'Naga's work when they die off. The Xel'Naga knew of the Zerg's final attempt to kill them, but before they could defend themselves, one of their sons grew wild and was exiled in a crystal on a small moon. The Xel'Naga transferred their knowledge to the other and sent us through a dimensional field. A long story short, my father discovered that Shaman's can see the future, almost to its completion, in its purest form. Pursuing the best course, we came to this dimension and acquired KnightSpector, one of the greatest Protoss warriors. It would be safe to say that the Xel'Naga would be proud. We left out much of what we shared with your master, dealing with Darkre Prelate, do to the fact that the most important decisions to be made happens during those points. We had decided that it would be best to let KnightSpector choose his fate, rather than force him down any set path.

"We even sent him to pick you up from Tarsonis. If he had not done so, then you would have been Kerrigan's strongest servant; more powerful than Prelate and KnightSpector, completely eradicating the Protoss from the Sector. You may think that we are meddling in affairs that shouldn't have been altered, but we have decided that the fate of all dimensions are worth watching over, but once we are gone those duties will be left to their respective peoples.

But, on to you. You have much more powers to gain from this tournament, I must advise that you remain open to them. You have power over much of the universe, the only thing that you can't alter is time and people's free will. It is a crime against the universe to mind control someone, that is why the Dark Archon was looked down upon for so long. People and creatures deserve the right to make their own destinies. But that doesn't mean that you can't suggest things. You can suggest to an animal to land upon your finger, but you can never make it do it. Nature, animals, elements, light, and darkness bow to your whims, only your friend Keira can overpower your will over nature. She was chosen by nature for that power, we Blood Wraiths had a say in that. Nature and elements are different than animals, they have no free will, so they can be controlled completely. But, the point of telling you this is to prepare you for your cross-dimensional journey to the orgins of my people. Not long after this tournament is over, you will cross over. But, I want you to train a bit harder, before you leave this place. I have ways for you to become a better warrior, in fact, I requested KnightSpector to bring the most dangerous beasts of the universe here to help you and your friends for the challenges ahead. My people and I are proud of your progress, Fredrick. We wish you luck on your journey. Farewell, child. We will see one another again, soon." Goraem stood and faded into nothingness.

Fredrick pushed the series of buttons and resealed his helmet. Not long after Shaman Goraem's disappearance, Keira emerged from the woods.

'I figured you never left the area.' She said. 'But, I thought I heard a voice.'

'It was nothing, I was creating sounds with the water.' Fredrick said, still a little shocked of the new information.

Calming his mind, Fredrick mentally called to a small bird. The bird flew over to him. Fredrick reached up, with a finger extended. Landing on his finger, the bird began to preen.

'How did you do that?' Keira asked, her eyes going wide.

'I had a feeling that I could do it, but was unsure. I tamed a Zergling once, when I was young. It protected me from a Hydralisk. I wish I never left it upon Tarsonis, uhmm ... I mean Auir.' Fredrick said, attempting to correct himself without Keira's comments or notice.

Looking to Keira, he saw her raise her eyebrow. But before she could ask any questions, he stood up and began to control rocks and the water in attempt to create the most natural, beautiful music he could. The sounds were soothing, but he was unsure if he impressed Keira, whom he thought could do much better.

Keira stood listening to the sounds that Fredrick was creating, her eyes closed and she followed the notes, the water ripples, crackling of the stones, the distant screaming and screeches of animals and plants. Keira suddenly opened her eyes and charged at Fredrick, knocking him into the lake, stirring up a cloud of dirt.

"Stop it!" Keira cried at Fredrick.

"What?" Fredrick replied trying not to sputter.

"That! It's hurting the trees and animals!" Keira pointed toward a thick rolling cloud of impenetrable cloudy white.

"I'm not doing that, let's get out of here!" Fredrick screamed scrambling toward the Academy building with Keira trailing behind.

Within about five minutes, Vareoo could be seen strolling along the dirt path holding his black box. Keira slammed into Vareoo's left and Fredrick his right to grab onto his arms, then carried him forward.

"You hooligans! What in the name of the rational thinking are you doing! Let go of me!" Vareoo struggled between the grip of the two.

"No time to explain, white cloud of something, makes living beings hurt, just need to get to the main building!" Fredrick said between gasps for air.

"The main entrance!" Keira said pointing toward the bubble that served as a doorway into the air tight masonry complex.

With another burst of speed Fredrick and Keira tossed Vareoo through the clear membrane and jumped in themselves just to avoid the wave of white mist that rolled onto and around the bubble door soon after.

"What are you three up to?" Itede growled as he walked by to find the three students on the floor.

"Nothing professor." answered Keria.

"And be sure of it. The second challenge is beginning tomorrow." Itede replied and looked at the mist. "Better report this to the Chancellors, all of those freaking stuck up ex-bureaucrats."

The three sat on the ground until Itede left and then scrambled up. "What happened to our two weeks?" Fredrick said under his breath.

Vareoo stood up and checked over himself, but discovered that his black box was gone. With building rage, he looked to Keira and Fredrick, but saw that they didn't have it. Then he remembered that they had violently lifted him from his feet and he could have dropped it. As he was kicking and screaming the whole way back to the Academy, he forgot where he might have dropped it.

Depressed, Vareoo walked to a transparasteel wall and looked upon the thickening white cloud. But something moved inside of it, a large figure. Then through the membrane, that served as the door, Professor Antioch stepped through.

'What were you doing out there, professor?' Keira asked.

'I was checking up on one of the challenges, making sure that it was doing okay. That gas is very thick and restrictive too. I collected a sample of it for Prelate, he may provide something about it.' I said, with a little chuckle.

'What is the gas, sir?' Fredrick asked.

'It hones in on pain receptors, thus making it hurt to breath, move, or be touched.' I said.

'How come you aren't affected, sir?' Vareoo said snidely, mainly at himself.

'I was wearing protection,' I said, then took a small ventilator from my nostrils. 'The gas only affects you if you inhale a specific amount. At first it begins to sting, but I put this on before I found out what else happens. Though I do know one thing, there were dead animals lying about. That is why I went to check upon some of the .... well, stuff.' I said.

I looked the three over, from their eminations I could tell that they were hiding some things. But wanting the three to settle the issues themselves, I began to walk off.

Vareoo looked to watch me leave and saw that I had the black box tucked under my arm. 'Uh, sir. Hold on!' He called.

'Yes, Vareoo.' I responded turning back.

'Could I have that black box, I dropped it when I was running to get away from the gas.' Vareoo said, crafting a lie.

'Sure, here you go.' I said, handing the box over to him.

Vareoo snatched it from my hands and patted the top, then quickly tucked it away from sight. I thought it was odd, but then again, I knew my apprentice could handle Vareoo. So I continued to walk away and find Prelate.

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Not long after leaving the three champions of the Shakuran Academy, I found Prelate.

'To start off, the gas has nearly covered the planet. I have taken the liberty to provide you a sample of it. Next, I checked on the beasts and the Zantaboans. They seem to be fine, for now.' I said.

Prelate took the sample and frowned, moved it to a nearby light, shook it a bit and his face lit with intrigue, and then fell back into a puzzled frown.

"So, it stings to breathe and several creatures have died from it huh?" Prelate asked.

"It is confirmed, yes, but most seem unaffected if only slightly disturbed by it's tingling stinging effect." Knightspector confirmed.

"Then this might just be, maybe, perhaps the same mist that destroyed the scouting party those years ago. I have to check up on local Zantaboan lore, they might have something on this." Prelate grumbled slightly before wrapping his cloak around himself and dissolving into a shadow that moved quickly down the hall.



Soon after 2:00 PM local time, the clones had made their first appearance to the students, suddenly marching out of restricted areas. The white clad soldiers marched to all of the entrances and stood guard, some donning airtight suits and heading out into the forest. By 2:30, Prelate had announced that all non essential personnel were to be evacuated back to the orbital Academy. By 4:00 P.M. the only non-indigenous beings were a full platoon of soldiers and 3 armored walkers, the Chancellors from all the Academies and the 18 contestants, Professor Itede and Antioch also stayed along with Temlaan.

Time: 5:37 P.M. Location: Hytafe Mountain Range Group: Clone Hazardous Environment Scouting Party Delta and Beta

The crunching of half-frozen grass growing high up in the Hytafe mountain range was the only sound for miles as the group of eight clones made their way away from their speeder bikes and up the sheer mossy cliff. The eight began to leap from rocky to rock one at a time, quickly ascending to the top of the peak to pinpoint the epicenter of the gas.

"Sir! I think you want to see this." one of Beta squad grumbled handing Delta leader a pair of binoculars.

In the distance, within a canyon inside a ring of mountains was a heavy walker, six legs on each side and a beetle-like body. It was barely recognizable as an AT-TE battle walker.

"Set a homing beacon here. We'll go investigate that ruined walker." Delta boss ordered.

'Zantaboans are immune to psionic weapons. I hope the contestants can figure that out on their own, I would hate to have them die just because they are too rigid. I wouldn't be surprised if some of the students fail, but don't die, because of their rigid teachings. I don't even think that those crystals Prelate gave the three will do anything.' I said to myself.

'Are you in here talking to yourself, sir?' Zasz asked, coming through the door. 'You know that I can hear you from halfway across the Academy?'

'I thought you were escorted off the planet!' I said with surprise.

'Oh, I am part of the detail making sure that the Academy remains intact. So I have every right to be hear, thank you.' Zasz said.

'I'm sorry, I have been a little occupied recently. I don't want to burden anyone more than I have to. But please don't share the information about the Zantaboans with anyone, maybe Prelate, but no one else.' I said.

'I got that! Sheesh, its not like I would tell what all the challenges are.' Zasz said. 'I guess I will leave you here talking to yourself.'

Zasz left me alone in Prelate's office, where I brooded over my life, the tournament, and my final fight.

The team of eight finally reached the small entrance to the oases.

One of the clones gave a long whistle and then walked up to the giant walker.

"It's a TX-1774 model, the ones we're using are TX-1778's so this shouldn't have been here too long." one of the clones reported, kneeling down to take a more detailed ****ysis. "Damnit, this thing is petrified, the lithium battery core is dating back 5 million years."

"AUUUUUHG!" screamed one of the clones that wondered too far into the feild, his armor was turning black and ropping off of his body, his skin turned grey at an accelerated rate, and soon he was nothing but dust.

"Let's get the hell out of he-AAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHG!" Beta boss dropped to the floor as his bones cruched under his body weight and he began to shrivel, his eyes turned white and rotted and he fell to the floor dead, soon swept into dust.

"Move, move, move!" Delta leader screamed jumping down the 3000 feet to the bottom of the canyon. But one by one, they dropped until only Delta leader was left, his pure determination driving him backk to the speeder bikes, his armor already rusting. His body ached as he sat down on the bike and headed off at full speed back to the Academy.

Fredrick stood outside, in the gas' interior. His thermal imaging and motion detector were activated, but revealed nothing. He had left the safety of the Academy to think and practice his newfound, and latent, abilities.

Expanding his mind, he pushed the gas away from him, to form a pocket around him. Fredrick continued away from the Academy and wandered to the Lake of Revelations. Arriving there, he sat in the engulfing gas and listened to the sounds of pain around him. His visor picked up the life readings that surrounded him, animals big and small moved about. He could sense their pain and he knew that nothing could be done to relieve them. Fredrick watched as the animals walked about blindly, relying on their other pained senses to navigate the thick, white cloud of gas.

As Fredrick stood alone, he thought about his gift to Keira before he had snuck away from her. The bird that had landed on his finger when he was here earlier turned out to have followed him into the Academy. So Fredrick gave it to Keira before he would return to the misty white.

Now standing amongst pain and loneliness, Fredrick was going to learn the extents of his powers, powers over near everything. Looking down at the barely visible water laping against the stony bank, Fredrick took a step on the water. With control over the water, he continued into deeper waters. His sealed armor could not reveal to him what was outside, so he pushed the cloud away to reveal that he was standing on water. Crouching, he placed his hand into the water, revealing that it wasn't solid, but he created a surface for his feet to walk upon by altering the water tension.

Getting several ideas, he began to run around on the water's surface. He would abruptly stop, throw a few punches and place a kick into the air. Fredrick would complete a high jump and flip over before landing back on the seemingly solid surface. Further expading his mind, he mentally picked up slivers of water, froze them and would send them flying across the lake, before having them melt and return back to the lake.

Reaching to the water's bottom, Fredrick could create geysers of water or manipulate it to do anything he wanted it to do, like forming a large swirling ball of water in midair or form something similar to a water dragon.

Fredrick began to rapidly throw punches, kicks, knives of ice, roll to the side, duck, dodge, and repeat. Soon, he extended his psi blades and slashed, kicked, and blocked. As he trained, the spice pudding that he had enjoyed so much began to expand his mind's capacity, making his control over the water almost second nature. The spice, unknowingly to Fredrick, strengthened his mind, abilities, and unlocked his latent, undiscovered powers. All Fredrick needed was the remaining orbs to unleash those powers. According to Shaman Goraem, Fredrick would collect them all, it was just how it would be done as to when.

Deactivating his psi blades, Fredrick pulled the staff from his back and extended the blade and began to twirl around with deadly speed. With his momentum gathering, he twirled and slashed, jumped and slammed the blade into the water. Fredrick walked across the lake, still slashing and spinning the blade. Fredrick deactivated the staff and returned it to his back as he stepped from the water back onto solid ground. Slightly out of breath, he sat on a large rock and gave himself a chance to rest.

Cool,pretty good,and amazing you guys are keeping at pace working on the story together

-Jellybeans

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Cool,pretty good,and amazing you guys are keeping at pace working on the story together

-Jellybeans

Yes, indeed! Sometimes I forget how cool these two work in concert. Knight et Prelate, vous etres si plein de la victoire!

Keira sat in her room on the velvet sheet of her bed, Cane raced around the floor from open book to open book, none of witch could provide the answer they were looking for.

"Planetary history, local folklore, nothing about this white mist." Cane announced, falling back into a large book.

Steve gave a long sigh as did Kiera. They had been searching for hours for any information on the mist and it's effects. Finally after a period of silence, Keira got up, announced that she was going to do anything but nothing and headed out of the room.

That night the halls were filled with the men in white armor. One had limped back, his armor rusted shut, bringing information about the mist. Chancellor Prelate had managed to figure out what it was and announced it. The mist was a defence mechanism of a special type of flower that grew only in one place in the universe. A small cave on the planet where it nourished itself for millenia on the magical lake waters. Once every 1000 years, the flower blooms wide, and anyone whom sees it was said to be eternally happy. The mist stings a bit when breathed but if the flower doesn't feel threatened at the moment, it won't do much. The challenges would go on as usual but extra precautions were taken.

Keira scanned the contestants after they all had recieved the briefing. All of them seemed unphased except for a Female for another Academy which kept looking at Vareoo. Fredrick stood unmoving staring at the Chancellor.

After the meeting was adjorned, Vareoo and Fredrick disappeared. Keira was a bit nervous because the next challenge was only a few hours away and her teammates were nowhere to be found. Keira wandered around the Academy, searching for the two. Cane's ears perked up and he jumped off of Keira's shoulder. Keira looked over and began to chase Cane.

Cane stopped at a door, that was cracked open a bit. Inside could be heard mental fire.

'What do you think that you're up to, Vareoo? You need to focus on the Tournament, stop courting that other contestant from the Zygothian Academy.' Fredrick accused.

'I don't need to listen to you. I can do whatever I want.' Vareoo said.

'If you do whatever you want, then you risk getting Keira and I killed.' Fredrick continued to accuse.

'I don't care. If I could, I would kill you both now. I don't need you idiots!' Vareoo snapped and turned his back to Fredrick.

'So you do need us!' Fredrick mused.

'What!?!'

'You said if you could kill us, you would. Meaning that you need us to win.' Fredrick said, with a chuckle.

'I can win with my eyes closed, if it wasn't for that stupid girl, Vee Prelate. The rest of them are below me, as are you and Keira.' Vareoo said, projecting his mixed emotions in an attempt to knock Fredrick over.

Interpreting the thoughts that Vareoo opened to him, he found one of Vareoo's plots. 'I won't let you go!'

'What is this now?' Vareoo asked, confused.

'I won't let you see that flower. It's too dangerous, Chancellor Prelate said so. You don't even know where it is.'

'Why do you care? Are you trying to deter me from doing what I want? I don't care what you want me to do, I will do whatever I want, fool.' Vareoo said as he gathered his various gear to venture into the mist.

'I won't let you.' Fredrick said, blocking the door to leave.

Keira jumped back, but quickly moved to see what the two were doing. She was curious about why they were arguing and what could happen.

'I figured as much, stubborn Dark Templar scum.' Vareoo growled.

Vareoo lifted his hand and launched black lightning at Fredrick, enveloping the bluish-black armored figure. The black lightning made Fredrick shake violently. Vareoo lifted the helpless teammate into the air, then engulfed his victim in black tongues of flame.

'I have discovered the extent of darkness, the Void is nothing compared to this power. The Khala is useless. All Protoss are beneath me, but they have held me back. I have outgrown them and I will finally shed them from my shoulders.' Vareoo said, with a mixture of a pleasured growl and hysterical laughter.

Vareoo threw Fredrick into the far wall and released him from the lightning and flame. Watching the teammate for a second, giving Keira time to hide herself, Vareoo stormed out of the room and exited the Academy. Keira ran into the room and knelt beside her companion.

'Get Master Prelate, Keira. Get him and Professor Antioch. Go, hurry.' Fredrick mumbled in thoughtspeech.

Keira left after her teammates head rolled to the side.

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"What have we got," a Clone Medic asked.

'We have an injured Terran.' I said, looking to Prelate then to Fredrick, who was unconscious and lying upon the operation table.

'The main question will be this, will he recover and return to the challenge? I would hate to disqualify the Shakuran Academy because of this.' Prelate said.

"His vitals are normal, but I will have to remove this armor to know the extent of any damage." The Medic said.

Prelate left the room and saw that Keira waited outside. 'Will Dorquar'ii be alright?' Keira asked.

'He should be fine. His vitals are normal, but we are giving him the best care that we can. I will inform you when he is out.' Chancellor Prelate said, placing a comforting hand upon Keira's shoulder.

"Wait, where is Vareoo?" Prelate asked in the most urgent yet comforting voice as he could.

"He-he went to see the flower." Keira stuttered slightly staring intently on the door.

Prelate frowned, his brows scrunched into a worried look.

"When did he leave?" Prelate asked. Keira didn't answer. "When did he leave!?" Prelate said more urgently.

"About five minutes before I got you to Fredrick."

"The Zantaboans then shouldn't of noticed him. There is a great threat to the flower that isn't of nature, not of this dimension, not of anything I have ever seen. We have to stop Vareoo before whatever is causing the flower distress appears again." Prelate gave a few hand signals and two clones headed out toward the halls.

Keira stood at the door long after Prelate had left trying to reach out to Fredrick past the impermeable nanosteel walls to no avail. After a while even Cane had left his perch on Keira shoulder and she stood alone at the door.

Slow rhythmic footsteps began to echo down the hall as Chancellor Seradin, a proud high templar moved swiftly toward Keira his eyes half open.

KnightSpector stepped out of the room to intercept the chancellor.

"What are you doing here." KnightSpector blatantly asked narrowing his eyes in distrust.

"I heard a student of yours was hurt, I just wanted to see if he was fine, or possibly to damaged to participated." Seradin gave a slight grin.

'The issue is being dealt with. No need for you to make it worse by being nosy.' I said coldly.

The Chancellor's smiling eyes faded away into a hard stare. 'You want worse? I'll make it worse.' He stated as he ignited his crimson psi blade.

'Do you really think that you scare me? I have fought Kerrigan, I have fought beasts that would slaughter you, and I have seen more of this universe than you can ever know.' I said, cutting his nerves.

'Oh yeah, for being a Dark Templar, why do you have most of your tendrils long? You scared of the pain? Come, I will show you pain, Dark Templar!' The Chancellor growled.

'I kept my tendrils because I wanted to, besides I have no fear of you. There is no need to bring up old wounds that some Protoss still have trouble getting over.' I said, turning my back to the Chancellor.

As I walked away, the Chancellor stepped on my cloak to stop me. I turned my head as the Chancellor tried to swipe with his blade. Keira gasped as the blade came close and I smoothly dodged.

'Do you really want to do this?' I asked.

'Yes, I want to settle this!' Chancellor Seradin said proudly.

I unclipped my cloak and let it slip to the floor. From beneath the dark cloth, my razor sharp wing blades and spines extended and flexed. The Chancellor's eyes went wide.

'So....so....so the rumors are true!' He stammered.

'Yes, in essence. I am infested. Now are we going to fight?' I asked as I extended my warp blade, blazing red and green.

Chancellor Seradin took a step back and stumbled. As quickly and as determined as he had arrived, he left. Turning around, he shook his fist and boomed, 'You will die, my infested foe! You will die soon!'

After he left, I retrieved my cloak and muttered, 'I look forward to it.' Chuckling, I bunched the cloak up.

Keira stared at me, in a state of fear and awe.

'I am sorry that you have to see this.' I said to her.

'I was always wondering if the rumors were true, Professor. I never considered them as truth, only as a reason to re-exile you. What happened to your armor, though, Professor Antioch? It was so beautiful.' Keira stopped me before I reentered the Medbay.

'Yes, my brethren have wanted to be rid of me for at least a thousand years. I can't explain it entirely but one reason is for my inheritance. As for my armor, I gave it to a friend for him to keep. I am no longer KnightSpector the warrior, I am only a teacher now, a dying teacher at that. Also, I am infested, in a way, but I can't ever explain that story either. It would be best for you not to linger on this, too many Protoss hate me as it is.' I said then entered the Medbay.

On the table, Fredrick was in nothing and covered by a white sheet. His KnightShadow armor was dismantled and placed carefully against the wall. I walked up to my apprentice and looked over his body.

'What is his condition?' I asked.

"He is stable, but his face and skin are badly burned. An hour or so in the bacta tank should be enough to soothe the pain. As for his skin's condition, it is permanent. We don't even know what caused the damage, which makes it even harder to identify a possible cure. But the engineer you requested had looked over the armor and there is no damage, which is odd considering the description of the attack provided by the female Protoss." The Clone Medic stated.

'What is the permanent condition that you speak of?' I asked.

The Medic turned Fredrick's head and revealed that his mouth was partly fused together. His skin on his chest was misshapened, the Medic lifted the cloth to show Fredrick's stomach and legs. The Terran's legs and stomach were filled with holes from bursted boils. Fredrick's stomach was the worst part because his abdominal wall was virtually destroyed.

"He may not be able to compete, General. I am sorry. His chest, arms, and legs reveal the same story. Whatever caused the wounds liquefied his muscles." The Medic said as he revealed the damages on Fredrick.

'Is there anything that can be done?' I asked.

"Well, General, we could use his DNA to replicate muscle structures, but the problem is that we don't have the necessary equipment nor do we have the kind of time to prepare such a procedure. I am sorry there is nothing that can be done." The Medic replied.

'What if we can replicate muscle structures mechanically, rather than biomedically? Is it possible to incorporate such devices?' I asked, thinking outside the box like I am known for.

"In theory, it can be done. It has been performed many times before by my predecessors, but no one would be able to reconstruct his muscles because no one has any clue what they were before the attack." The Medic stated.

'You're wrong there. I have the perfect plan. I will be back before the tournament with the mechanical muscles.' I said, collecting the KnightShadow armor and leaving the Medbay.

Outside, Keira still paced. She looked up to me as I exited the Medbay. 'How is he?' She stammered, fearing for the worst.

'He is in bad shape, but I have an idea that I need to carry out. Follow me, I will need your help.' I said and walked down the hall, my wing blades glided across the walls.

I judt read all of it and i think you guys are amazing! If you guys make a book i would be the first in line to buy it! btw are your clones like in starwars? because of the bacta tanks and the walkers? just wondering