Havering groaned. He knew that his two infects would take a fun break the moment he took his eyes off them. Perhaps they'd kill the heroes for fun too.
He crossed over to the window on the opposite side of the hall and stared into the myriad colors of the Rip. It waas finally time. Pseudo turned and started for the door, calling for Pyrak. "Come on, Our plane awaits."
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The Ganthritor II slowly made its way along. As it flew, it was a placid scene; totaly unaware of the chaos to follow. On the skyline, a green blur appeared. It quickly raced along. Finally, Vaurix landed on the massive ship's top side. As a cannon honed in on him, he gave a wave. From the ground below came a storm of epic proportions. A sandy wind made the vessel buck and sway as Anubarik took his position on a tower of sand. A green acid cloud enveloped the ship as Necronimus took stride on a pillar of bones. The infects unleashed an ambush to out do ambushes.
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Pseudo stepped to the edge of the mountain range. Breathing inthe crisp air, he looked at the Ganthritor II. It would have drawn envy if he wasn't above it. The demon snickered, winding up. A row of green energy spikes ran the length of the ship. As it began to go down, the twilighter waved his hand and signed a cursive SPH on the ship with another energy blast.
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Though it was downed, the Ganthritor II wasn't out. It fired three times, toppling Anubarik and Necronimus, a well as docking the wings off Vaurix, causing him to smack into the ground hard.
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"You ok?" Necronimus asked. "Never better." Vaurix groaned, brushing the dirt off. The robot crossed to a row of shrubs. "You fine?" "Shrubs are very green." Anubarikk moaned, removing himself from the bushes. Pyrak landed on the far side of the clearing, arms akimbo. "Yo, bros! The boss wants us for something!" he announced loudly. "In a sec...d*** this aches.." grumbled Anubarik, removing some leaves from his person. The group ran off, leaving no trail, but an imprint and some messy brush.
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"This thing is ours?" Anubarik said in awe. Pyrak admired the sleek shape of the engine as Vaurix studied the side. "Man, it's made for battle too?" the robot wondered. Pseudo smirked as he looked at the cannon mounted on either side. "Yes it is. The Spectrum All Terrain Train is the strongest, and most useful, ship in the multiverse. As Havering walked around the front he glanced at Pyrak. "What's wrong?" "Nothing. It just has a few dents."the robot stated. The demon chuckled. "But of course. It's been in numerous battles under my control." "But why're we here?" Anubark asked. "I still have business." Sir Pseudo Havering climbed into the vehicle and took a seat on a plush couch in the attached car, watching his infects except Vaurix do the same. He, instead, fired up the train's hover rils and guided it out of the lair.
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The Spectrum sped onward, and Pseudo only stopped momentarily to bow at Kayanosa, the two felines, and the Auran. The infects all piled out and marched into the protoss city with Havering at their rear. A brigade of zealots ran forward to attaxk. The Infects easily stopped their psi-blades by grabbing the zelots by the wrists. "Come on, ya wuss, is this all you got?" Pyrak snickered, gaining the upper hand. The Infect leader proceeded on into one of the undamaged buildings. He kicked aside a pile of rubble and snapped a finger; quickly striking the markior with a red blast of electricity. The markior was forced to hold himself up as Pseudo crouched and folded his arms. "Well, Markior, ready to admit defeat? I may let you live and serve me if you simply bow down and worship me. Yes or no, meet me on the mountain North-East of here. I hope you don't mind, but I'll have my infects as lookouts;I want to speak with you alone or I have them play with you." With that the door opened and a zealot fell in; arms broken. A similar fate had befallen its comerades and the Infects had divided to kill the heroes. Pseudo smiled before bowing and leaving in a burst of blue fire.