Red Midas's feet slowly set down into the jungle of the unpopulated Merijan Island in the Yoshira Del Sol island chain. Before it was a large, ziggurat-like temple made of limestone. This was the primary Merijan Temple, and also the epicenter of powerful energy radiation. The Creation's Weapon was here...the Yautja was probably here too. Naaro's suspicions were confirmed as he leaped from the cockpit of the Red Midas down to the limestone blocks composing the temple entryway. The second his feet touched the limestone, 5 crackling blue balls of plasma were shot at him from all 5 directions. He quickly leaped into the air as the balls struck the ground, sending chunks of limestone into the air, as well as quite a bit of dust. When Naaro landed in front of the entrance and turned, he saw a decent-sized crater where the entryway once was. He blinked. *Good god,* he thought, *that was one hell of a trap!* He entered the temple, readying Ocelot for battle he knew was to come...

He cautiously walked through the halls of the temple, ready for anything. He smelled a pungent odor throughout the temple. The smell was all too familiar to him...the kiande amedha. They were some of the toughest creatures known. Strong exoskeletons, pressurized and highly-concentrated acid for blood. They were natural-born survivalists, and natural-born killers. They were also perfect bait for the Yautja young to prove their worth, and become 'blooded' warriors. Naaro knew this well, for he had once undergone the trial after defeating an entire group of Yautja in combat and taking the place of the one he killed.

To satisfy their hunts, the Yautja breeded the kiande amedha (also known as 'Xenomorphs') by capturing Queens, who produced the chestbursters required for an embryo to be given a chance to gestate inside an organism. This process ended in the bloody bursting of the host's chest, and the creation of a new kiande amedha. Apparently, this particular Yautja had either already killed a few that were living in the temple or had released some to hunt down Naaro. The Karmali suddenly stopped walking. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary at all. He took a few more steps forward, and, without warning, jammed Ocelot into a dark corner. Sure enough, a roar responded, and a razor-sharp tail took a swing at him. He jumped back and sharpened one end of Ocelot, swinging it to the ground and unleashing a deadly blade of wind that cut the creature in half. He then sensed 3 more kiande amedha bearing down on him. *Time for some Kamar,* he thought as his eyes began to glow. The 3 kiande amedha continued to close in on him, their hunger growing steadily greater. Just as they were about to pounce, their bodies were all torn apart by a powerful wave of Kamar energy emitted from Naaro's body. The intense ripples moved quickly over the bodies of the 3 kiande amedha until they finally exploded, throwing their acid blood everywhere. The remaining waves of Kamar, however, absorbed the blood before it hit anything, sparing both Naaro and the temple any real damage. Naaro chuckled with a memory of his days with the Yautja, and went on.

After a bit of walking, Naaro emerged into a chamber much larger and grander than the others. Contrasting against the limestone walls were great obsidian columns, and on the farthest side of the room a platform of both limestone and obsidian. The room lacked one thing, unfortunately ... the Creation's Weapon. "Damnit, the Yautja must've grabbed it," he cursed as he searched the room with his eyes. He walked further into the room. As he did, 3 red dots forming a triangle shape appeared on his back. His instincts caught it in the nick of time, and he spun to the side as a blast of superheated plasma was fired. The blast of course missed, hitting the floor and blowing limestone everywhere. Naaro tossed an illumination ball into the air, lighting the room. It was heat-elemental, and also filled the room with heat. This disabled the Yautja's heat vision, incapacitating its attack capability for a time. Naaro used his time wisely, firing several beams of Kamar energy at the Yautja in an attempt to wipe him out. Unfortunately, the Yautja was too fast for him, and the beams missed. It was also cloaked, and Naaro had to go only on from where it had fired. He looked around, all senses ready. He didn't know where the Yautja was, however, until he heard two Ki'cti-pa, or wristblades, slide out of their concealment. He turned, quick as lightning, and struck the Yautja before it had a chance to deal the killing blow. The Yautja fell to the floor, his Bio Helmet smashed. He let out a growl, tossed it aside, and rose, removing from his belt the Creation's Weapon...the hunter had just been insulted by his prey, and now it was time for redemption. He uncloaked and prepared to slaughter his opponent.

Naaro looked at the weapon in awe. It glowed with a fervor even the holiest weapons lacked, yet it gave off an evil aura. He searched his mind for legends that would give to him the identity of this weapon, but found none. It was apparently long-lost even to the eldest of elders. The Yautja hoisted it, swinging the blade through the air. As it swung, it let out a crystalline hum and left an ethereal trail in the air. This weapon held great, great power. The Yautja let out a rumble of pleasure, and said, "Dtai'k-dte sa-de nav'g-kon dtain'aun bpide...are you familiar with that quote, Karmali?" Naaro nodded, repeating it in translation, "The fight begun would not end until the end. It means that a duel between equally-matched opponents does not end until one dies..." The Yautja growled in laughter, nodding. "That is our fight, Karmali. I may have been branded as a criminal by my race, but, by killing your disgraceful hide, I will bring honor back to my brother and be allowed to return to the Hunt." Naaro made a concealed gulp. This was a Bad Blood, a criminal Yautja. These kind of Yautja had no care or concern for the rules of the Hunt, or for anything at all, really. They were even more cold-blooded than any honorable Hunter could be. This was going to be a hard fight for him. And, worse yet, the Yautja was wielding a Creation's Weapon...

The Yautja took the first swing. Naaro ducked and let loose a few small crescents of Kamar energy. The Yautja deflected them with the sword, and pointed the tip of the blade at Naaro. Energy crackled over the Yautja's arm to the tip of the blade. Naaro's eyes widened, and he leapt into the air just in time. The energy gathered at the tip of the blade was flung out in one gigantic beam, twice the size of a fully-charged Kamehameha Wave. Naaro's eyes nearly fell out of his head as he watched the beam fly under. The Yautja's eyes then saw him, and it swung the sword at him, sending a smaller beam at him. He dove for the ground, the beam barely missing him. The Yautja kept swinging, only to have his enemy narrowly escape death each time. Eventually he became fed up, and charged, swinging the sword down hard on Naaro. With no other options, the Karmali put Ocelot between him and the Yautja...it absorbed the blow and broke clean in half. Naaro looked at Ocelot in shock. He then returned his attention to the Yautja, and rolled backward just as the demonic warrior swung again. The blade's impact sent a small tremor through the floor, causing it to crack in several places. Naaro quickly sharpened both pieces of Ocelot and flung them at the Yautja. One was blocked; the other pierced his shoulder. The Yautja let out a scream-like roar, indicating its pain. Naaro used the Yautja's sudden loss in momentum to his advantage, tackling the criminal and slamming him to the limestone floor, throwing the Creation's Weapon from his hands. Naaro reached up and grabbed the hilt of the blade, jumping off of the Yautja. The tables had turned.

As the Yautja lie on the floor reeling, Naaro felt something enter his mind. A male voice suddenly spoke to him: "I am Telaia Yoshindra, the ancient protector of Yoshin. I lie in eternal sleep now, but my sword, Halcyon, still remains. When the time has come for Yoshin to face its final hour, wield this mighty blade above the fields of battle...only the hand of the One Who Defies Stone may decide the fate of those closest to him. The sword speaks with the voice of he who wields him...its will is your will. Use it as you wish, but remember not to tangle with its great power...also, remember the Fate of All Gods...the Devil's Sunrise is soon arriving."

Naaro blinked. The Yautja was letting out a cackle-like sound, and fire surrounded both the Bad Blood's body and his own. The island was an inferno. He closed his eyes tight, wondering what was wrong. The blackness his eyelids should have provided was not there...instead, he saw a strange satellite with a long shaft weapon unleashing a beam of energy. In an instant, the beam was suddenly shown hitting Merijan Island. While he knew nothing of the satellite previously, it was all suddenly so clear to him...GODS. The Global Ocular Destroyer Satellite, one of the most powerful weapons in the multiverse. No one knew who had designed it, but it was known that it could be tapped into from any computer in the multiverse and made to attack any location in the multiverse with its 3 offensive weapons. It was also virtually impossible to destroy. He also became aware of something else...

He awoke in the infirmary of a Yoshinian Army Outpost on Yoshitopia. His eyes darted around, and he rose quickly. "What happened?!" he cried. The doctor currently in the room turned and smiled. "Mr. Karukylis, you've awakened!" Naaro nodded. "What the hell happened to me?!" The doctor got up and walked over to Naaro, looking down at him. "You were blown here by a massive explosion over on Merijan Isle...there was nothing left but some floating red parts that appeared to be from a mobile suit, the biggest about the size of a computer monitor." He widened his eyes. "Oh no...I have to get back to Karmalia!" he shouted as he ran out the door, leaving the Halcyon on the doctor's desk. "Wait!" the doctor cried, "You forgot your sword!" It was too late, however. Naaro had already left. The doctor shrugged, and began to examine the sword. "Maybe we should perform some experiments on it..." the doctor mumbled to himself as he looked the weapon over...