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[I don't think it needs any editing. If the Phylydions wanted someone to be safe who was crossing rather powerful Nijayias, they'd need someone with every advantage possible. Some of the more powerful Nijayias had mastered telekinesis, and Impact Kinetics might be useful against them.]

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*Error: target is violating the laws of physics*
*Error: target is locally exceeding c*
*Error: unable to determine if target exists or not*
*Error: target cannot be hit*

[Darkk, if they wanted a person that fit those requirements, he wouldn't be such an idiot.]

Mag decellerated when he was still several lightyears from the Hatares Nebula. He docked with the Repellant, and he and the droids got the equipment functioning. He then went back to the Rogue, and had an obish medical droid and a human repair droid come with him, just in case he lost control. He activated his superlight boosters. He dropped out three hundred miles away, and prepared for the Dark to come out.

He kept waiting...

And waiting...

And waiting...

He started to wonder if they'd come at all. Maybe the Salrillians had some obscure reason for sending him to the middle of nowhere to do nothing. He kept pondering these thoughts, but was suddenly brought to attention.

Shadows began moving in the nebula. Not the kind from stars being formed inside or from the gasses moving, but singular, separate shadows.

Suddenly, a star went supernova right ahead of him.

"It's just a trick," he thought. He kept telling himself that over and over again, until the shockwave passed. Then twelve salrillian carriers came towards him. He checked his scanners to make sure they were a vision. His scanners registered them as real.

"Hey, droids, are there twelve salrillian carriers coming at us?" Mag asked in a shaky voice. He looked behind himself at the droids desperately.

The carriers began launching their fighters.

"I do not see any, sir," both droids answered at the same time.

So these, too, were a trick by the Dark to attempt to get him. The carriers got close, and began firing, along with all 120 fighters. When the first lrpk beam was about to hit the Rogue, they all vanished. Mag breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly remembered something.

"Repellant, begin the retrieval," he said into the comm.

No response.

"Repellant?"

Nothing.

"Respond, Repellant!"

Complete silence.

"Droids? What's wrong with the Repellant?"

He turned to the droids behind him.

"I do not know, sir."

Mag suddenly saw a stealthed ship moving off the side of his screen. He turned the Rogue, to track it's progress. He didn't find it.

He saw bits of a stealthed ship again, moving under the Rogue. He tried to track it, but it dissapeared. He heard the two droids behind him moving, and spun around.

The repair droid had moved to a console, and was giving commands to the ship. The medical droid was advancing on him, tranquiliser needle ready. Mag tried to back away from it, but it was too fast. It jabbed the needle into his arm, and he fell to the floor, unconcsious.

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He woke up, and recognized the ceiling of the bridge of the Repellant. Droids were all around him. He sat up. He was on a table.

"Captain, you began losing control, so we had to tranquilize you," said the little audemedon droid that was acting as the Repellant's captain.

Everything that had happened before he'd been tranquilized seemed like a distantly vague dream.

"Did you manage to get one of the Dark?"

"Two, sir."

"I want to see them."

"I'll have the same two droids accompany you, sir."

"Right this way, sir," said the little repair droid, walking down a corridor. Mag was lead back to the cargo bay, where two Dark were floating in the air. One was struggling, trying to get free, and the other was watching him.

"Can they affect my, when they're harnessed like that?"

"The data files on the equipment say they can't, but we'd rather be safe than sorry, sir," said the medical droid.

The Dark that wasn't struggling began making noises that sounded almost like speech, although more scrambled and grunt-like, at Mag. The other stopped struggling and grunted at the other one in a tone that almost seemed amused. The other made a short roar in response. They both seemed to notice that Mag was staring, and began studying him.

Mag headed back to the Rogue, and went to his quarters. The Salrillians were going to have an interesting time studying these things.

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"Oi, oi, oi, me got a hurt n here
Oi, oi, oi, me smell a ting is near
Me gonna bosh and me gonna nosh
An da hurt'll dissapear"

[This message has been edited by Mag Steelglass (edited 12-22-2000).]

(Exactly right, Mag.)

Cicion ducked under Dark-Verad's swinging arm and aimed a knifeblade thrust at his stomach, but his target eluded him as Verad twisted sideways and jumped up into the air, landing a dozen feet away from Cicion. Cicion concentrated and thrust his fist forward. Verad's stomach seemed to cave in and he was knocked back. Cicion pumped his fists forward rapidly, one after another, marching forward as he did. Verad's body was knocked in all sorts of ways. Cicion finished the multiple Impact Kinetics combo with a backhand that sent Verad sprawling. He got up immediately, though, and did not seem to be badly hurt. Cicion was tired from his attack, and walked backward a few paces, preparing to defend himself. Verad projeted an energy bolt from his palm, which either was something Cicion had never seen before or was just something that the Dark creature had added to spice up the fight. Cicion's Keutae was up in a flash, intercepting the bolt and deflecting it away from the battle. Cicion attacked, slashing with his blade and scoring a few hits. He dodged out of Verad's fist's path, ran, and stopped twenty feet away. Verad started to charge. Cicion's sense tendrils suddenly detected something in the air. He realized that the battle was taking place above the plasma ammo stores for the anti-air burst turrets the base had once possessed. Just as Verad reached him, he jumped as high as he could, throwing his Keutae into the ground. It buried itself up to the handle. He then concentrated all his energy and thrust his arm down. The blade plunged into the ground and made the fatal touch.
The ground ignited in an incandescent blaze. Dark-Verad was nearly incinerated instantly. Cicion was flung even higher than he had jumped, and came to rest twenty feet away. He stood up, walked over to the shallow crater and retrieved his Keutae, now blackened with soot. Verad lay in the center, trying to get up. Cicion walked over. He took Verad by the neck and lifted him into the air, noting his ability to do this. The Dark creatures seemed to be made up of very little matter and almost entirely energy. Still, if the matter shell was broken, the energy was released. Cicion tightened his grip on Verad's throat and dragged him over to where a new shuttle had landed. He put the creature, now transformed back into a standard Dark, into a special holding cell filled with conduits to contain the creature's energy.
Back aboard the Phylydia II, Cicion cleaned off his blade until it shone bright again and sheathed it. A new batch of Taeskor Rangers had been trained and was ready to combat the Dark.

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-Traek Cicion of the Taeskor
"Never tell me the odds!"
-Han Solo
"Then we'll do it real quiet-like."

On the surface, the battle roared horribly as the nightmare creatures swarmed and transformed into all sorts of monstrosities. Dragons and elementials, mechs and natural disasters ran rampant, storming the battlefield.

A group of Tæskor Commandos had managed to hold off a veritable army of undead, only to find the ground rose up and swallowed them all. Another group of Tæskors were incinerated as pillars of flame from the very depths of Phylydion-created Hell blew up.

Millions of the nightmares were killed, and the Tæskors were taking few losses. None the less, something was horribly wrong. Myrmidus had learned much over the past weeks about The Dark. He also knew that this army of Tæskors was the most stalawart and disciplined possible. There was no fear for The Dark to feed off of and mold themselves to.

But The Dark no longer needed to read from the minds of their victims to know how to scare them. They had resurrected and merged with the great one. They no longer needed Terror. Myrmidus looked up at the blood-red sky as he watched the clouds take form into massive hanging Salrilian Carriers. He watched the swirling effigies pelt and scorch the surface with their Bolts.

No longer would this work, Myrmidus concluded. Every time we knocked The Darkness back, it would bounce back stronger ond more lethal than before. He closed his eyes, hoping the nearby nightmare creatures would fix onto and mold themselves into the horrible nightmare he was envisioning. He saw the planet not as a planet, but as a metaphorical image.

The ground began to rumble.

"Ok let's move it![/i[" He screamed above the splintering rock.

The skies began to boil.

Myrmidus pulled out his transponder unit. "Myrmidus to command ship...... please respond."

"This is the Phylydia II. State your business, Myrmidus."

Myrmidus screamed over the howling of the wind and the sound of shattering rock. "[i]We need to get OFF this planet!"

"Tæskor Myrmidus?"

"If the Darkness has read my mind correctly, this planet will blow itself apart soon."

[Vaerion's not STUPID. It's more like he has an ego rougly the size of Jupiter and slightly more contempt for all non-Phylydions. I'm basing his attitude off 1800s European colonial officials in Africa, which is the way he sees himself.]