
Garro: Galaxy's End

The Garro Series, Volume 1

Connor Whiteley

Published by CGD Publishing, 2019.
Garro: Galaxy's End

Connor Whiteley

Copyright (C) 2019 Connor Whiteley

All rights reserved.

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# Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Prologue

Chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

chapter 10

chapter 11

chapter 12

chapter 13

chapter 14

chapter 15

chapter 16

chapter 17

chapter 18

chapter 19

chapter 20

chapter 21

chapter 22

Chapter 23

chapter 24

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# Prologue

SCARRED THE GALAXY is. War-torn it is.

Much has happened in the galaxy since the creation of this tale.

However, you must first know where it all began before you can even see the journey's end.

For now, the galaxy has changed. Too much has been lost.

It all began in 2,100 AD- when humanity began to travel further afield from the Earth as a result of humanity's want to conquer and control.

Therefore, less than a hundred years later, we conquered most of the stars, to begin our vast empire.

For another hundred years, we sailed the stars in the Golden age of Man. Finding all types of wonders.

Although, our love of hunting new land had grown too fierce.

That is when the Age of Man fell.

Due to when we found the jungle world of Samiud. We got violently attacked by the Order. A group of alien races working together to conquer the stars.

Over time they saw humanity as cheap labour. Consequently, they want Man to bend their knee to them so; we can complete their labour.

The four alien races were:

The Cineachans- a humanoid race with a snake's head. Plus, they abused their great magical powers to mutilate defiant slaves.

The Cinealthans- a monstrous, beast-like race that only wants to massacre and kill all life.

Furthermore, the Basicans a dying vampire race that wants to use humans as their last lifeline. That tends to use gargoyles as foot soldiers.

Finally, the Iarannthans are humanoid robotic beings. That has monstrous plates of living metal instead of body parts. Lava is their blood.

To defend humanity against the countless threats of space. The Republic got formed, where it represents all humanity.

Moreover, to kill these aliens, three fractions of humanity's army got created.

These are the hammers of the Republic; they are hope and doom, death, and life. They are the Angels -- three-metre-high men for humanity that have been preferred by Man through years of genetic research.

We will cover more of their abilities, but they're what people wish they could be with their strength and lethalness.

The Magi Order was an order created by Supreme Grand Master Jeremy with Grand Master Garro. People with magical ability to be used to kill threats to humanity. In body, Magi are like their magicless cousins the superhuman Angels, but they are like Angels naturally without the genetic implantations.

Furthermore- there are always 666 Magis in service. Of course, there are more people with magical powers. However, if they don't join the Magi Order, they are forced to wear a suppressive bracelet that prevents them from using magic, even if it is for good.

However- for the average everyday person, they can join the weak marines. This fraction is the lowest and easiness to kill. Though, what they lack in power. They gain in numbers.

Right then now you know the basics, on to the story then shall we?

After Grand Master Garro and his team of Angels disobeyed a direct order from the Chancellor; the Leader of Humanity; in which they attacked one of the Order's many headquarters in a losing apocalyptic battle. Against orders, to gain a well worth sweet-tasting victory.

They were sent on a boring check-up duty to an old research centre in space after a distress beacon was lit.

Nevertheless, is everything as it seems?

Do Garro and his team know what lies at the base for them?

Probably not.

Whatever it is. It's the starting point of the Galaxy's end!

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# Chapter 1

STORMING OUT OF THE Kingfisher; a large aerodynamically perfect blade-like transport in an ocean blue colour; were Garro and his team of indestructible Superhuman Angels.

Garro, as well as his team members, were all ancient friends. They had served together unbroken for five hundred years.

Also, they wore a heavy bright orange five-centimetre-thick steel ceramic armour. That was near undoubtedly bulletproof. Although, since Grand Master Garro was a Magi, his was a dark, dirty grey colour with bright golden rims on the shoulder pads.

In the Angels' hands laid a Railgun. It was a slim, slender gun. That shoots out boiling pieces of metal. Attached to their waists were grenades and other combat instruments.

Nonetheless- Garro carried a long metallic staff with a triangle with a ruby eye design on top in his left hand with various cryptic details on the staff from a forgotten age.

Subsequently, in his right hand was a special type of dark blue Railgun. That was enhanced. To make it even more lethal.

The hanger in which they had landed in was nothing more than a tin box.

Garro scanned the surroundings. Picking up on all the noises and traces however small; because Angels have a supernatural ability to detect things. Plus, Magis have a more acute version.

"Garro- I detect heat signatures down the corridor," a member of Garro's team said, called: Claire. She spoke in a serious, posh America-like voice. For she had seen the real horrors of war, but these horrors had shaped her into a knowledgeable person and an expert marksman.

"I know, but all of the humans are dead or taken prisoner. Probably taken to the dead planet of Slaughter to be processed when the Order attacked," Garro explained, sensing as well as smelling the death in the air. He walked with caution into the corridor.

Which was a long, endless pentagonal loop of cold silver walls.

His team followed.

Inside Garro's helmet, he continued to read the flow of data that he as receiving. Detailing everything from structural blueprints to DNA traces.

"Garro, team, I hacked into the command network and found the footage for the execution of the workers," Kortana; Garro's AI; explained. She spoke with a high pitch, gentle authoritative voice.

"We push on," Garro boomed.

However, when they turned the corner. A group of Iarannthans was waiting for them. They were all metal wolves.

They striked.

Shots screamed across the corridor.

With the wolves firing wild shots from their mouths while the Angels fired aimed controlled shots.

Garro stood there. Waiting for the time to strike.

Like lighting three of the alien wolves leapt onto Claire.

Inside her armour- Claire heard millions upon millions of tiny teeth. Attempting to chip away at her shield.

Out of nowhere, a giant lightning bolt. Vaporized the wolves. It was from Garro's staff.

"Get up and fight Claire. Everyone purge the alien beasts!" Garro commanded.

"I am not dying today. You monsters from the darkness!" With those words, Claire got up. Firing every single shot at her attackers.

Hew; a three and a half metre tall Angel in the team; spoke in a deep voice: "Shall I Garro?"

Garro nodded.

As soon as Hew got permission. He drew two long black swords from his waist and stretched his hands. To become a tornado of death. Then he launched into a melee.

A shot ran straight pass Garro's right ear from behind.

Garro turned around. To face fifty Iarannthans soldiers. Which were metallic humanoid robots with an upside-down triangle with a red light as ahead.

You must lay down your arms now humans! A soldier ordered in a metallic voice.

"No!" Garro replied, slamming down his staff. Unleashing a storm of fire. Killing some.

Before the soldiers could recover from the fire. Penelope, the last of Garro's team, came from the back of the fire. Shooting with two guns at them.

Grinning uncontrollably Penelope kept firing. Shooting all the aliens she could to fulfil her undying love for shooting aliens.

"Garro,"

"Yes, Kortana,"

"We might have more than one problem because the Order has twisted their network into ours and it's hard to crack,"

Still firing, Garro said: "I need some information,"

A shot hit him in the chest. It didn't even dent him.

Garro merely looked at that poor soldier before he crushed him with his mind.

"Team, I have something- this wasn't a mere takeover. This was... wow really... basically, move!" Kortana managed to say.

"You heard the lady," Garro stopped. Focused his magic and ordered: "Burn the Iarannthans!"

Out of his hand ran great shots of pure power. Burning all the aliens.

"Move!"

With that, the team moved, Garro in the middle as well as his team around him. Scanning the area for more aliens.

"Garro, can you smell it?" Claire asked.

"Yes, a high amount of... artificial magic,"

Puzzled looks danced around the team's faces.

Kortana explained: "Magic like what Magis have are found in everything and Magis are capable of using that natural magic. However, for less gifted people with extreme technology they are; in theory; able to manufacture magic. Though it's of lesser quality,"

The team except for Claire still didn't understand, but they all nodded. Garro understood however he was a Magi after all.

A grand laser shot screamed through the air. Knocking Penelope to the ground. In one skilled motion; while bouncing back up; Penelope turned around and kill the Wolf.

Then Penelope saw a whole pack of wolves behind them.

"Run?"

"Run!" Garro ordered.

The whole team ran thundering down the passageway of the base.

"Turn at your next left," Kortana ordered.

They obliged.

Kortana slammed the door after them.

You could hear the laser shots. Banging on the door.

"Why are there so many Garro?" Claire inquired.

"Because I'm guessing that there's something they want here,"

"You're right because at the base they were testing out the properties of Lasers. Furthermore, they're using artificial magic to enhance the laser's effects," Kortana said.

"I thought the Republic abandoned lasers due to their expensive nature," Hew inquired.

"Well, we're losing the grand war, so everything's an option," Kortana explained.

"True, I read that three months a commercial company was reinvestigating lasers as a weapon choice, so maybe this was a facility. Shared by the company and the Navy," Claire recalled.

Garro frowned.

Looking around this space was a giant laboratory with a large laser model setup.

Although- all over the space was black blood. From the countless aliens burning themselves.

"Scan the room outlook for anything strange,"

Hew didn't have to go far: "Garro," he said, pointing to the setup of an immense laser battery connected to a sizeable piece a moon rock.

Garro studied it.

Kortana informed: "How many lasers are here? I only ask because there should be sixty with twenty large batteries,"

Penelope looked around. "One battery and five lasers,"

Garro stumbled over to the lasers. Touching it. Detecting an unholy amount of death and destruction. As well as a version of planets exploding, whole species being wiped out and worse.

"Get to the main computer Kortana,"

She connected.

"Team the Order is planning to..." she started to before the pack of wolves and soldiers busted in.

"Horary, I can shoot more things!" Penelope screamed.

The team dived behind some desk as some cover.

Garro pointed a long finger to raise a shield of red to absorb the shots.

"So sorry Kortana please continue,"

"Right the Order is planning to use the research they gained here. To launch some type of super laser to destroy whole planets- and their considerable research and charter plans to a planet called: Bornanmeo,"

Garro laughed.

"What's so funny?" Hew asked.

"Because Bornanmeo is nothing more than a jungle back world in dark space. Yes, it's a republic world but only with a small base as well as a population of two thousand,"

"A good place to secretly destroy," Claire replied.

Garro said something; however, the shots were excessively loud.

Suddenly some weird laser turrets came out of the ceiling. Destroying the soldiers and wolves.

"We need to get to Bornanmeo now," Kortana said.

Yes, you do because from a beam brings destruction. From destruction brings strength. Then from strength brings an end to the galaxy. A lone wolf said before Garro burned him.

Sighting Garro said on the direct line to Chancellor herself: "This is Garro I want to be put back on active duty. We have evidence of a major conspiracy involving the research that we did. Plus get mine and Ben's fleet to meet us at Bornanmeo,"

"Permission granted! Kill the aliens, Garro! Plus, I want your team..."

Garro cut the link. "Shall we go?"

Everyone moved back to the Kingfisher before the transport translated into Slidespace; a method of travelling in space to cover great distances in a much shorter time; Kortana overloaded the boilers of the base. Destroying it.

The base was beautifully destroyed in the vast void of the base. It was a yellow explosion against the dark, dense rock of the moon. Against the beautiful blue colour of the planet below.

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# chapter 2

SCREAMING THROUGH THE dense yet soft oxygen-filled atmosphere of Mars 2.0. An Angel Team's Dropship; a small blade slicing through the atmosphere; was hoping to deliver the Republic's wrath upon the aliens here.

"Remember team we aren't here to make friends. We are here to kill. Fast and silence!" a tall helmetless Angel said, with a hard war molded face. His name was Ben.

"We murder quick. By the time enemies know they're dead. We are gone," his team of three other Angel said in return.

Below them was an unimportant Cinealthan base. It wasn't special. However, Ben thought since his fleet was in the area. It might as well be destroyed.

It kept them in the Republic's good books.

The docking area was a twenty-metre square with a smart, neat looking box base attached to it.

When the ship hit the ground, it unleashed an EMP. Blinding the aliens to the action outside.

Ben and his team came out the ship guns blazing. Shooting all the spiky beasts, they could witness.

In less than ten seconds, the skirmish was over.

Crates of alien technology too complex to understand laid scatted around the dock.

"This base looks so ugly against this peaceful lunar landscape," a woman in the team stated, disappointed.

"Yes, yes it does," Ben agreed, looking over the lunar crates as well as the landscape.

After a second Ben led his team over to the hexagonal door.

Another man in his team scanned the door. Using a type of futuristic tablet. Looking for life.

The same Angel reported: "Ben there's inference however I think that we're clear,"

Ben frowned. 'I think' in a war that is such a pointless and dangerous word. Knowing and thinking is the complete difference between life as well as death.

"Enter," Ben ordered.

The last man called: Tyi. Opens the door.

A laser shot exploded his arm clear off.

Ben pulled him to his side on the left-hand side of the door.

An average human would die because of such an injury, but the Angel's body was already healing the wound. This was due to their much faster cell regeneration rate.

Now, as the Cinealthans walked down towards the doorway to swarm the Angels with their guns. The Angels could only shoot blind since if they look, there was a good chance of them. Getting their heads shot off.

Even their blind shooting was useless as a result of the Cinealthan beasts used energy shield to protect them.

"Tyi can you fight?" Ben plead.

"I can damn well try,"

He stood up. He collapsed again.

"Just if we had Garro here. He could blast the aliens away," the female member said.

Tyi thought of an idea.

"What is it, Tyi?"

"I need to get to that panel," he said through his pain. Pointing to a small panel just inside the doorway.

"Okay," Ben said, running to the alien crates to fetch some new toys.

He came back with a type of what looked like a tennis ball. Throwing it into the alien swarm, he said: "No one likes aliens,"

Upon impact, the ball unleashed a shockwave. Engulfing the aliens in a type of purple flame.

Not even a single body remained.

The team flooded in. Still scanning the passageway for an alien force.

However, Tyi couldn't move. His spinal cord was shattered. Not even superhuman cells could repair that.

"I'll wait with Tyi," Ben said.

"No, Ben go," Tyi said.

Ben walked toward the door. To help his old friend but before he could exit. Tyi shot out the door control. Making it slam shut.

Before his injuries killed him. Tyi shut his eyes and remembered. The lives he saved, the lives he took but most of all he remembered his parents.

"We push on like Tyi would have wanted," Ben commanded.

The team fanned out now entering a war room with only a large oval holographical table in the middle.

"Why so much space for just a table?" the male Angel said. His name was Pespium.

"Because humans this is for a grander meeting when the other Order forces come. This is a staging point," an enormous gargoyle boomed. Walking out of a shadowed corner.

Ben opened fire. Followed by his team.

The shells of their slightly heavier Railgun. Barely dented the beast.

The beast extended his hand to summon a few vampires out of the ground.

"You humans really believe you can stop us. By your deaths, my species lives,"

Ben froze. He had heard of such things from the Magi since they use to hunt Basicans but never had he seen it.

The vampires grinned. It was even enough to make you lose your mind. The sheer horror of this mind-bending act. Making living soldiers come from nothing. Nevertheless, these were Angels. Their minds were fortresses.

With fear being the main motivation, the whole team charged. Chopping down the vampires like a knife through butter.

However, when they got to the beast. They jumped. They landed. They stabbed him with their combat daggers- but it did nothing.

"Come now Angels, did you really expect that to kill me?"

The female Angel started to hack into the base's network. She was hidden in the darkness. Her name was Koron.

"No, I didn't expect it to kill you. Although I did hope for it to distract you long enough to access the base's network,"

The beast looked puzzled.

'One minute until base destruction. Lord Decidua ordered it' a computerized voice screamed.

"So, you frame me human for an attack,"

"Yes," Ben said, shooting him dead.

The team left for the ship.

Running Koron asked: "Why was it so easy to kill in the end?"

Ben answered: "Because Garro suggested that it feeds off fear. Therefore, when you are no longer in fear's hand. It grows weak,"

"Oh," Pespium added. His curious mind wondered further on the topic.

They dived into the dropship. Typed in a return code and the ship got drawn back into the ship.

The base exploded meaninglessly since it was a mere orange and in the vastness of space.

"Sergeant Ben we have new battle orders we must go to Bornanmeo. Under the request of Grand Master Garro,"

"Well, get us there as soon as possible. I want to see my friend Garro again," he silenced the link.

'I wonder what trouble Garro wants us to get into?' Ben thought.

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# chapter 3

HATE? REGRET? DISAPPOINTMENT?

What should I be feeling?

Especially, when I; the Supreme Grand Master of The Magi Order also known as the Destroyer of Worlds; gets served an order from one of the top senators in the Republic stating that by the degree of Senator Reece I must come to this godforsaken tribunal. To review the Magi order's methods as well as their customary practices.

I mean we keep humanity safe and- sorry, sometimes I do go on.

On to my part in this tale then...

I was simply sitting there alone on the defence bench in the courtroom.

Courtrooms had always been the same design ever since the third millennium.

Although, now the courtroom was of large portion because this courtroom could fit millions inside. Some people had travelled billions of light-years to get here. For this so-called historical moment.

In front of me was a ten-metre-high wooden platform where Chancellor Charlie; the great leader of the Republic; sat. Then to her left was Lord Commander Amostli, the leader of the Angels.

I do hate that man due to his arrogance and his mere... face.

Charlie was a fragile old woman who had aged beautifully. In fact, in her long ceremonial robes, she didn't look a day over twenty.

However, that Lord Commander that face was only one a blind mother could love. With that burned, cut up face. At least I think it's a face.

In theory to the Chancellor's right, I should be there or in this case Garro but since the inquiry is about us. It would not be appropriate. Plus, Garro was a man of action. He hated political red tape. To him, it was torture.

Finally, to my right was the man behind this waste of time. Today's prosecutor Senator Reece who was a rising political superstar in the eye of the Galaxy. He had bought criminal rings crashing down. Also, he was servicing the people as if they know what they need to win a war.

Little did they know that the same Senator only bought down those rings because it gave his illegal empire of drugs and killers room to expand.

I, Charlie, and Garro all knew it what he was doing; however, there was never any proof.

Garro and I had sent operatives; which we both had ten of, and it was a game to work out who the other one's agents were; to prove. Furthermore, Garro had found some prove, but I might have insulted him so he wouldn't give it up. Moreover, that was a year ago. Luckily, I as well as Garro are talking again, but he knows all my operatives, and I know none of his.

The Chancellor's fragile yet commanding voice began: "Today we are bought here together to review as well as judge the Magi Order's methods and practices. Subsequently, depending on the outcome and their words, I will give them a suitable sanction. Now, then-Senator your introduction,"

I'm amazed that I didn't fall asleep, but I like the Chancellor, everyone knew it, but without her, the Republic would be in a civil war. As a result of the power vacuum that would exist as well as humanity's leadership inability to work together.

The Senator stood up in a long red robe with a devil's smile and started in a corrupt voice: "I believe that the Magi Order have no regard for Republic law as shown in countless situations. Including..."

"Enough! I said introduction!" the Chancellor ordered.

Everyone collapsed into a world of silence.

To me, she nodded.

I said: "My organisation is nothing but loyal to the Republic, and we try to always protect humanity-and if that means accidentally breaks the law, then so be it. We protect you. That is all we want,"

I could tell that no one was accepting that by the looks of shock on their faces.

"Now that the boring introductions are over. Let's begin the interesting political wars. Senator speak your case,"

"My Lord, I would like to present two witnesses. Two Angels with the first-hand experience of the Magi corruption," the Senator smiled.

As they walked, everyone gasped as a result of they were a part of the Lord Commander's warrior council as well as they were good friends of mine. They were friends.

I glanced at the Lord Commander.

He smiled.

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# chapter 4

STARS ARE BRIGHT FIREBALLS that light up space like lights in a cave. Signs of hope and wonder.

At least that's what Hugo thought of the stars since he was a little boy he wanted to explore the stars. That every night, he saw in high definition from his sandy Homeworld.

Initially, he was going to be a designer due to his family pressuring him. Although, when the Order invaded. Killing his family. He was saved by Garro, and he saw something in this young boy.

Therefore, Garro recruited him to become one of his operatives. Of course, the boy that was Hugo was dead now. Dead with his family. That was a lifetime ago.

For the past year, Garro had sent Hugo to infiltrate the interstellar cabal that was behind many of the Galaxy's incidents. Only Jeremy, as well as Garro, knew of these terrorists in the shadows.

Leading us to part of the tale...

Hugo stood proudly upon the bridge of a cabal black blade-like stealth ship. That blended in perfectly to the void.

On the bridge was no one else expect two other Captains of the cabal.

Over the past year- Hugo had been gathering information on the cabal to make the whole Galaxy aware of the cabal. On Garro's divine orders.

"Why did Jackal send us here?" a cold looking man asked; in the corner of the sizeable oval-shaped bridge filled with lots of computers.

"Jackal himself commanded our presents," Hugo said, surprised.

Jackal was the code name of the cabal leader.

"Yes, Captain Sammy,"

Sammy was Hugo cover name. One of a million Garro makes for his operatives.

The ship glided to the left to look upon a rocky purple mining world. With rectangle ships buzzing around like bees in a hive.

'To all cabal agents, this is Jackal. I'm exiting Slidespace now' a computerized voice announced.

A slight smile broke out from Hugo. Finally, he could meet the leader of the cabal.

To the right, a massive black hole opened. Coming out of it was a black ship in the shape of a flying saucer. A small Kingfisher zoomed out.

While the Saucer continued towards the bees.

You could hear the ship scream as the Kingfisher docked.

Then it happened.

The automatic doors behind the three Captains opened. To reveal a man in full black Angel armour with a golden rim around the edges.

Everyone kneed.

Stand! The booming disguised voice commanded.

Everyone did.

The black figure continued towards the window.

Go, alpha one.

The Saucer zoomed across the fleet, capturing and picking up certain ships into its vast hulk. Subsequently, it floated away towards the rest of the ships; before it could be detected.

Hugo stared at the figure.

A slight headache came over him.

I can sense your determination to see me, Sammy.

"I am just interested sire,"

In fact- it was useless to search through all Garro's operatives' thoughts because part of their training was to be able to bury their thoughts.

It must have been some limited form of psychic power. Easy enough for an operative to avoid.

I understand. Soon, Son of the cabal, you will know me. The Galaxy will know me.

"What will happen to the ships my Lord," a captain said, Hugo couldn't tell who.

Now their ships are being pumped with a nerve gas so by the time we get back to headquarters. They would have awakened. Afterwards, we will interrogate them, and they will decide their fate. If they swear alliances to me. They live. If not, they will face the beast!

"The Beast?" Hugo questioned.

"Yes, you should... oh yes, you never been to the lair, have you?"

Hugo shook his head.

'I must save them. I must kill this figure, and I must light up the shadows' Hugo thought to himself.

Set course to the lair. I have a galaxy to destroy and burn in a tidal wave of fear!

With that, a black hole opened to take the fleet into Slidespace.

The Galaxy would know of the figure but would it be for better or for worse?

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# chapter 5

TWO LONG TORTUROUS hours in Slidespace Garro's team was in their small Kingfisher.

Most of the team was asleep.

While Garro was in the very futuristic cockpit. To his right was a little disk in which Kortana stood on. In miniature form.

She is a beautiful woman with fair white skin, a long golden posh dress and she had wavy blond hair.

"Garro if we exit Slidespace now we could make an easy kill for the republic,"

Garro considered it. He nodded.

"If we exit now we should come out at a piece of space were a Ciarog battleship is fleeing,"

The Ciarog race is a beetle-like race that isn't in bed with the Order. They do merely mind their own business; however, they do attack in number republic worlds sometimes.

"That is a quick kill because?"

"Due to it contains the Sibyl of Death one of their leaders, as well as the damaged Capital ship, is fleeing alone,"

"Battle-stations!" roared Garro.

The team awoke.

"Break now, Kortana!"

The ship got out of Slidespace and travelled towards a flaming mess of a ship looking designed objected.

You see the Ciarog build their ships out of anything. Resulting in a lump of scrap. Flying through space.

Kortana briefed the team.

Meanwhile, Garro; using his flight stick; unloaded a volley of mass exploding shells. Onto the ship. Followed by a few bullets from the battered ship.

More fires started to erode the ship.

"Kortana missile count!" Garro commanded.

While Kortana counted. The team got out some rocket launchers and opened the back door. As a result of their magnetic locking boots. They didn't fly out. Nor did they suffocate due to their locked armour that contains bacteria that uses their carbon dioxide to produce oxygen.

Firing the team made chunks of the ship fall apart.

"Ten missile Garro,"

"Good- fire!"

Five missiles hammered the ship. Forcing it to collapse under its own weight.

The ship released a series of explosions.

"Kortana can you please use the sensors to find the Sibyl," Garro asked. "Well done team,"

"Found her," Kortana flew the transport toward her.

Amazingly she was still alive. Floating there in golden armour. Among the chucks of scarps.

"What should we do? Shoot it?" Penelope asked, hoping for Garro to use his magic.

Focusing his mind, Garro made the body burn bright. Reducing it to atoms.

Kortana updated the command network, as they entered Slidespace again.

"That was exciting," said Claire.

'Yes, I hope that there will be something more interesting at our journey's end' Garro thought.

Garro didn't know it, but he should have been more careful about what he wished for!

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# chapter 6

RIPPING ITSELF FREE from Slidespace Garro's Kingfisher did.

Glazing upon Bornanmeo for the second time in his long life, Garro said: "It's still as beautiful as the day I led a fleet. To establish a base on this jungle planet,"

"When was that?" Claire inquired.

"Oh, Claire that was back in the preliminary stages of the Golden age,"

You see, all Angels and Magis are immortal but only in the sense of age. Therefore, Garro was born in 2100. Moreover, all humans couldn't die of old age due to the advancements of medical care.

Bornanmeo was a luscious tropical jungle planet with dense green forests. Plus, that were no visible signs of water.

On the equator, though there was a grey spot that was the Republican base there. Surrounding it was a small blue line.

"Kortana, try and get us as close as you can to the base please deary," Hew ordered.

Kortana looked at Garro for a validation. Nodded in affirmation. The kingfisher glided down into the planet. Heading towards the base.

As the transport, entered the planet's oxygen-rich atmosphere. Great balls of fire appeared. All over the ship.

Red warning lights flashed across the cockpit window.

"It seems that our engines burn too well in this atmosphere," Kortana said, smiling.

Garro sighted- with a click of his fingers. The fires were got.

After ten blistering minutes, Penelope found a suitable landing zone about a kilometre about the base. Consequently, they landed in a small narrow clearing.

Exploding out of the back, the team scanned the area. Checking for a sense of danger.

That's when saw a vision of a black cave with a massive type of Iarannthans soldiers with whips.

"We advance!" Garro commanded, leading on towards a tiny makeshift path through the dense jungle.

All around them were beautiful alien plants of all colours as well as shapes and sizes.

Inside Garro's helmet, Kortana said: "You ready to take me to the most lustrous and nice places in the galaxy,"

The Grand Master laughed. "Yes, it is nice,"

Suddenly- a shell punched its way into Hew armour.

The team broke into a fighting circle. Weapons were drawn.

Silence.

"Scans show nothing," Kortana reported.

Silence.

"Make pace," Garro led the team running.

They came out at a large field of grass. Filled with Iarannthans soldiers with lasers.

Penelope turned around; with her two guns drawn; ready to go back; however, a swarm of robotic snakes came out.

Being forced to advance. Garro led the team to the middle.

'You should have stayed away Grand Master Garro'

"I disagree,"

"I have detected the laser frequency they're using, and I can overload the weapons," Kortana whispered.

Whispering back the Magi said: "Do it. How long?"

"Two minutes,"

The snakes began to circle them.

In their her own ancient Homeworld language, Claire said: 'Why are you even here, you alien abominations.'

Even Garro looked surprised.

'Angels we are here to free the galaxy of the alien taint.'

"Garro I'm done,"

"I must confess soldiers I am disappointed that even you hadn't improved your security from our wonderful AIs,"

Kortana made an incredible explosion of fireworks as the weapons exploded. Killing their user.

Leaving only the wolves and the snakes.

Charging Garro left the team to deal with the snakes, so he could pillage the wolves. Which was over in two swings of his sword. As well as a magical tidal wave of rock.

Meanwhile, the Angels were forced to deal with violent, vile, wild dives as the snakes recoiled after diving into them.

In addition- the snake's armour was too thick for the railguns to do anything. It was down to swordsmanship.

Like ancient tribes, the three Angels of death got into a triangle formation and when the first Angel dived out of the way. The other two Angel would drive their sword deeply as well as passionately into the snake's cold neck.

"One down; three to go," Hew said, pulling his sword out of the corpse with great satisfaction.

Garro watched the team playing before a large anti-tank shell knocked him flat on to the volcanically warm ground.

He could hear not. He could breathe not.

Using his magic, Garro tried to heal at least some of his body. Before an enormous Soldier with a whip made of lava picked him up.

'So, Magi you come to my planet and kill it. Before I'm done.'

"Garro are you okay? Speak to me," Kortana ordered, pumping some combat drugs in his system.

Garro remained motionless while his magic was healing himself.

'Speak Republican fool!'

The giant Soldier drew a crimson red hot knife made from living metal.

'I'm sorry but speak now.'

Silence.

As the soldier bought down the blade, it stopped a centimetre from Garro's chest. Subsequently, the ground swelled the solider up.

Garro floated down.

"Nice trick," Kortana congratulated.

"Thank you,"

Walking back together, the team had found a Cinealthan beast to be interrogated by Garro.

"Speak alien. What do you know?" Garro demanded.

The beast didn't speak.

Inside this creature, every nerve erupted like a volcano in a symphony of pain. Concurrent with a monstrous headache.

"What are you doing?" it screamed.

"It's quite simple, creature. I am searching your mind and torturing you,"

"Get out,"

"What is happening here?"

"All I know... is that we're clearing... this planet of... people for the cleansing,"

The headache intensified.

"What is the cleansing? Stop trying to bury that memory because... I have it,"

The beast died because of the pain.

Garro started to run fast.

"What's happening Garro?" Hew inquired.

"New mandate: Save the humans. Due to happening in ten hours, a whole fleet of an unholy portion will enter the planet and... destroy it,"

"How?"

"I don't know,"

"How long to the base Kortana?" Penelope asked.

"Five hours and that's including our superhuman speed since the jungle is so thick,"

"Don't stop for any reason!" Garro ordered.

Claire whispered something to Penelope: "He's hiding something,"

"Yes, he is, but what?"

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# chapter 7

FIVE HOURS LATER, THE team arrived at the base. Only to be attacked yet again. By endless Iarannthan soldiers, wolves as well as, battlesuits.

Which were ten-metre-high weapon towers that were humanoid to some degree. However, they had missiles and everything you could think of.

Crates littered the base's docking area. In fact, it was very similar to the base Ben's team took over earlier. Just a lot bigger.

The team dived for the metallic crates around the dock.

As the weapons were unloaded onto the team.

The smell of fear was high.

"Garro what do we do?" Kortana asked, worried.

Suddenly, Garro's back armour was dented by the base's own defence grid of lasers batteries as well as plasma cannons.

"Firstly, you can shut that grid-down please Kortana!" Garro commanded with god's wraith. "Team, make only kill shots, and please be careful. I don't want to lose anyone,"

With those words, Garro stood up from cover. His hand was pointing towards the sky and lightning screaming from the hand. Up into the sky.

A thunder stormed gathered.

Meanwhile, from his staff, a yellow shield formed to protect him.

"For the Republic!" Hew screamed, charging into the wolf pack. The girls followed.

Garro started to chant in Latin.

Then a streak of lightning hit each one for the battlesuits. Obliterating them.

The laser batteries exploded on the base. The plasmas cannons deactivated.

"Thank you, Kortana. We have some slaughter to commit," Garro smiled.

Twenty-five wolves ran at Garro only to be shot down by his railgun.

"Behind you!"

Garro leapt up.

Landing on a heavily damaged yet functional battlesuit's head.

Punching it with strange blue magic radiating from his hand. The suit imploded.

All over the dock- with the enemy in a freaked state over their attack. The team ran through the dock. Chopping down all their foes.

Soldiers aimed poorly as the Angels and the Magis advanced. Making for easy yet unsatisfactory kills.

When the killing was made. The team slowly yet purposefully walked over to the large square doors. That was big enough to get a skyscraper in.

Kortana opened the doors.

Flying in. The team quickly and silently killed the hand full of troops that were severely protecting the interior.

"Excellent work everyone," Garro said, plugging in Kortana to the central mainframe.

"Wow, this is nice. To be near so much information," Kortana triumphed.

"Any important?"

"Oh, haven't I taught you anything? All information is important,"

"About the slaves here?"

"Yes, they're held here,"

"God, this is like getting blood from a stone. Where?"

"In the central reactor and control room,"

"Thank you. Now wasn't that so hard,"

They both laughed.

"We move to the target," Garro led on.

Still scanning with her gun, Claire asked: "Why must all Republic corridors look identical?"

"To keep them looking professional," Garro explained.

"It looks boring,"

"I know,"

"Garro there is a squad of wolves ahead," Hew pointed out.

Garro fired a blue ball of fire. Exploding upon impact with the wolves.

Turning a corner, the team came out at the side of a tank proof set of doors with the sounds legions of the enemy looming.

"Kortana,"

"Working on it,"

Battlesuits approached.

"Today!" the Grandmaster said, firing.

Claire got shot badly. She was bleeding fast; maybe too fast, even for her superhuman biology.

Garro launched a type of magical bomb at the battlesuits. Annihilating it.

However, Garro was growing fatigued. He couldn't keep up his level of stamina for much longer.

The doors opened.

Hew was limping.

From the ceiling, a laser battery came out. Destroying the rest of the aliens.

"Oh Claire," Hew said, hugging her.

Garro extended a finger. Filling her armour with magic to heal her. The same happened to Hew.

Quietly Kortana whispered like a caring mother: "Garro preserve your strength, please?"

In a minute, the two Angels were as good as new.

"Better?"

Claire nodded.

"Garro three hours until the fleet," Penelope recalled.

"I think we might have to knock off two hours from that,"

Garro sensed something.

Storming into the control room. Garro and team got frozen.

Garro broke free easily.

Now to leave you wondering what happened. Let's get on to some description. Shall we?

The chamber was an immense dark black dome cave structure.

In the middle was a massive raised platform; large enough to fit a small battleship on; with the metal moving under your feet for an unknown purpose.

Around the edges were metal pods of humans in handcuffs.

Garro, as well as his team, got floated towards the centre. That landed carefully.

In front of them was a seven-metre-tall Cineachan Lord with a rattlesnake's head.

"So Garro I was warned that I might run into you here,"

"Release my team,"

"No!" the psychic power that was holding them didn't work on Garro because he was too powerful. The power started to crush their armour.

Behind the Lord was a chained up; to a cold pole; bloody girl with nothing on expecting, a bloodied towel covering her. Her lifeless brown hair covered up the face.

'Help. Let me kill the bastard' the girl mouthed to Garro.

Using his magic, Garro unties her; however, it was more difficult than he had expected; it was like the girl was naturally anti-magic, but Garro managed.

"So, Lord, what is your plan for his place?" Garro inquired.

"Oh, Garro like the galaxy. You will know of this fate soon,"

Out of no were, an army of soldiers came out from the sides.

"Kortana connect to those pods so when my fleet comes, we can simply fly them remotely to the ships,"

"Will do,"

"Enough of this magic prison," Garro flicked a hand releasing his friends from the power holding them.

The Angels went to kill the soldiers.

"What is your plan for me, Grand Master?"

"This,"

The girl behind him lunched forward stabbing him. Multiple times with the pole.

"You bitch!"

"I see you have picked up the human dialect Lord,"

Garro turned his attention to the wolves. Killing some before Kortana opened the roof up. To look upon the sky.

An unpleasable sight followed as a dense mass wall of Order ships appeared in orbit. Definitely, enough ships to block out the sun.

"How many, Kortana, and get transport here now!"

"It's en-route, and there are three hundred thousand!"

"The largest fleet ever recorded,"

Then something else came through the black hole. Something that was the size of Earth's moon. It was octahedron in shape.

That's all Garro could make out.

The transport landed.

Boarding the Kingfisher, the team got Kortana to make the pods fly up into space. Hoping that by the time they got out of orbit. Garro's fleet would be coming out of Slidespace.

"Enough, girl. Don't kill him!" Garro commanded.

"No, Garro! He rap..." the girl stopped. She hesitated. Then after a long thought, she shyly dragged the near-dead Lord into the ship.

Garro before getting into the cockpit. Injected a solution into the Lord. Making his magic useless.

The girl sat in silence on top of the body.

Subsequently- orbital bombardment had begun on the planet. It moved violently.

"Time to go,"

The pods and the transport zoomed quickly out into orbit. However, if Garro's fleet weren't there by the time they made orbit. Then pods would implode within seconds.

Halfway to orbit, a black hole opened and out poured twenty-one of Garro's pod-like streamline silver ships.

The team smiled.

"To all vessels. This is Grand Master Garro can the Salvation class ships please prepare their medical rooms for some rescued slaves. Full check out, please. As well as my flagship, prepare the forge and the medical room please."

A crackle appeared then Captain Torical, Garro's Captain and the best in the Republic, responded with a grand triumphant voice: "Of course my Lord. We have much to discuss."

Salvation class ships were designed to transport, treat, and get slaves back to a safe world. They were the fastest ships in the galaxy since they needed to get slaves back to safety as soon as possible.

Coming over to the viewport now the new octahedron shaped weapon was a white beast of a machine with lots of red lava lines running in-betweens the billions of moving panels.

The pods were loaded onto the ship, and the transport was about to follow when the weapon fired!

A giant red laser crashed into the planet. Making it explode like a supernova.

The Order fleet primed their engines to travel back into Slidespace.

The transport was on-board the flagship when it happened.

"Lock on to that fleet. We're going after them!" Garro ordered, so they went back into Slidespace. Stalking their new-found prey.

In the transport, the Lord said: "I told you the Galaxy would know soon,"

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# chapter 8

I WAS STUNNED. WAS the Lord Commander apart of some conspiracy to destroy me? I'm guessing so.

"I call Mr Mu to the stand please," the Senator sadly called.

Mr Mu was an elderly human dressed in a sharp suit.

In front of me to the right was a small oak chair where Mr Mu sat heavily.

Charlie began to do her political part of this: "Mr Mu, do you swear on humanity's fine name that you will tell only the truth?"

The witness crossed his finger slightly. Even I almost missed it and said: "Yes,"

"Reece, you may start. Jeremy, you can cross-exam meanwhile,"

"Chancellor he cannot do that!"

"I am Lord of the Republic. My word is god!"

Reece backed down.

I gave a silent laugh.

Standing up, Reece asked caringly: "Mr Mu, you reported that the Magis Order is a disgrace. Why do you say that?"

In a deep voice, Mu replied: "Because when I was fighting with two Magis on Anna against the Order. They used their magic to torture as well as mutilate the enemy. Among other things,"

I sank in my seat since I do allow that.

I found courage: "However, Mr Mu did this give good vital information,"

"Yes, in fact, it allowed us to win the battle, but it was wrong. The use of torture,"

I wanted to continue although Reece interrupted.

"Anything else Mu,"

"Yes, when I was talking to a Magi. He said that it was perfectly okay to torture aliens because they're monsters,"

"That's a lie!" I screamed, not thinking. "Sorry, your worships,"

I bowed humbly to the Chancellor as well as the Lord Commander.

Reece smiled.

"He also said that Jeremy himself had allowed for Magi to go on unsanctioned missions. To kill aliens in dangerous and unethical ways,"

"Relevance?" I attempt to ask.

"Ignore him," Charlie said. "What sort of missions?"

"I don't know,"

I was happy now.

"So, you don't know what missions these were. Therefore, could that Magi be lying?" I inquired.

"Possibly,"

"And you have no evidence that these missions ever happened?"

"I do not. However, I have seen Magi thousands of times disobey orders and continually cause chaos,"

"May the court..." I started.

Senator Reece asked: "Tell us who this Magi was?"

"I do not know his name,"

"Consequently- he could have been pretending to be a Magi?"

"Yes," the witness managed to squeeze out.

"No further question your worship," I sat down beaming.

"You are dismissed Mu," the Chancellor commanded.

"But your honourer I am not done,"

"Your witness is invalid because it could have just been a mere marine pretending as a joke! Nevertheless, we must consider that it was all true still,"

My blood boiled.

Mr Mu left the courtroom.

"May Miss Suesi come to the stand?"

She did quickly.

"Miss, may you please tell the court about the battle of Hauii," Reece started.

I got nervous. That battle we had to win so I may have authorized a few things.

"That was a battle of monstrous portion however we won only because the Magis broke three and probably more laws,"

She wasn't wrong, hypocritically.

"Firstly, the Magis there acted like they owned the place. Clearing and breaking the equality law, which states: All troops must treat each other the same. It matters not if they have superhuman abilities or magic!"

She had a point. We can be very arrogant. Sadly, Garro isn't.

We only think that we're better because we are gods of war. We have swept away whole armies. If that's a problem, then they should have been born with powers.

"Furthermore, when one marine spoke up. They murdered him,"

The courtroom went into an uproar.

"Order! Order"

I panicked and replied: "I have no knowledge of this act and even if I did I would have executed the villains myself,"

"So, if it the Supreme Grand Master himself is willing to kill his own kind without a trial, then what's stopping his kind?" Reece shot back.

"Secondly, the Magi used the enemy's own corpses against them. By cutting off their fingers and then mutating them. To scary them. Like zombies in old Earth fiction,"

Thinking quickly, I was, because she wasn't lying.

I would use magic to silence her; however, Charlie was alert to magic. She would know if I used it.

"Finally, the Magi order killed them all even after five hundred Order soldiers gave up,"

Reece opened his godforsaken mouth: "So you're saying the Magi order are killing unarmed aliens. Which we could use to get intelligence on the enemy?"

"That is correct. Would you feel Supreme Grand Master if..."

"This is not a witch hunt. The witness has no right to ask me questions,"

"Let her finish,"

"Thank you, Chancellor. Your men were killed after you had rendered?"

"My men could never render, and if this did happen then I knew nothing about it,"

This was a witch hunt against me.

"Thank you, Miss., You may go now,"

"One last thing. May I?" I tried to ask.

Charlie nodded.

"How did you know about each of these activities?"

That caught her off guard. She was starting to crumble.

"Objection,"

"Answer it, Miss!"

"I was there. I saw it all,"

"So, you went to attack, defend, and protect prisoners. All in one mission,"

"We were in short supply,"

"And yet two thousand Angels were there. Which Angels are primarily trained in attacking, as well as defend. The marines there were meant to protect the base. Besides, you didn't report the murder to your superiors as soon as possible? In fact, that battle was two years ago. Therefore, you left a murder inquiry for two years. Is it possible that your memories might become unclear since you've been in a lot of wars since that battle,"

The girl walked off.

That had slightly saved me because you could see that the Chancellor wasn't so convinced now of her story.

Charlie stood up and said: "We will now go and debate this issue and decide a verdict,"

"However, I have my own witnesses. May I present them?"

I knew she had to say yes since it was only fair.

"Of course,"

"I call Ruby and Patrick to the stand,"

These two were the closest you could get to milky white beings.

Now I had to fight for my order since the verdict was in favour of against.

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# chapter 9

GARRO STORMED ONTO the large oval bridge with various computer outlining the oval. Also, at the front, there was a slender console with bulletproof glass windows.

Plugging Kortana into the console using a memory stick. Garro said: "Report Torical,"

Torical was a young; two-hundred-year-old; a man that bore a scar on his cheek. Plus, he wore a clean white military uniform with an eagle badge on.

"My Lord, the new weapon is, well...um"

"You have nothing. I don't bald you," Garro smiled.

The rest of the Angels were down in the forge. Fixing their armour and reloading their weapons.

"Kortana find me something! Anyone find me something!"

"What about the girl or that leader you brought in?" Torical asked.

"No, the girl needs to heal, and that Lord is in the prison cell. I will talk to him soon,"

"My Diviner," a voice from behind Garro said.

His name was Davion. He was a kind, gentle-looking fellow with a large muscular body with brown hair parted to the left. Wearing grey Magi armour.

"Hello, my apprentice- how did the battle go?"

"That was a bloody path, but we won the battle and left the marines to fortify it. Leaving us back in your godlike hands,"

Kortana laughed because Davion treated Garro as a farther.

"Plus, Davion mastered the magical firewall thing," Torical said.

"You mean this," Davion said, building an almost bomb-proof wall of fire enclosing the three of them.

"Good but," Garro with a thought made it collapse. "You must focus,"

"Of course, Diviner,"

"Well done though,"

Then Ben turned up.

"Hello Ben, I was looking forward to seeing you again!" Garro exclaimed.

"Same, we learn a lot from each other,"

"We do, Garro. My team's back on my ship if you want them,"

"No thank you,"

Kortana exploded onto the main floor with her holographic map.

"I hope you have something,"

"I do. The weapon is called: Deireadh Realtra. Which translates into..."

Ben said: "Galaxy's end,"

"Correct. From a scan, I can tell that it fires a magically enhanced laser that needs 15 minutes to charge,"

"Kortana is there any way to destroy it?" Torical inquired.

"Sorry, the best I can say now is what it does. I will know later after a firefight,"

"Very well, continue everyone. Do we know where we're headed?"

Beaming Kortana said: "Using the Slidespace particle analyses, speed, and angle. I think we're heading to an empty, meaningless world,"

"You know a location though," Davion asked.

"Yes,"

"That's good, even for now. Excellent job everyone," Garro said, pointing to Davion to come with him to interrogate the leader.

The cells were in a cold dark corridor deep in the ship.

The corridor was severely lit and only a mesh floor covering it. In addition, the walls were smooth alloy.

There was no happiness here nor hope. For only the doomed came here.

Garro, as well as Davion, walked into a metal box cell. With the stone table attached to the Lord.

"I will not tell you anything,"

"You don't know how many people have told me that," Garro replied.

"A lot," Davion added.

"Tell me about Galaxy's End," Garro pressed.

Davion had been ordered to stay silenced before; so, he did.

"Can't you say its true name?"

Garro swore multiple times at this alien in its own language.

"Tell us," Garro punched the table and tabbed into the Lord's mind. Causing a monstrous headache. With a murderous rage of pain flooded him.

"Fine, I will...give you one... piece of advice. Kill yourselves now. It will save you the pain later when you get burnt to death. Furthermore- Aim for the... corner on the la..."

He died.

"What did you do Davion?" Garro screamed.

"I thought I would search it more,"

Garro suppressed his rage and said: "No, don't ever do that again. Never are you to help me interview someone again. Go now and train. I will send you to Magicum soon so you can take your tests. As well as become a full Magi,"

Magicum was the Homeworld of the Magi order.

Kortana did you get that.

"I take it he meant, aim for the corners,"

"We can try," Garro said, walking off to the forge.

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# chapter 10

SCREAMING INTO THE solar system, the cabal fleet approached their throne world.

Hugo flicked a switch on the command network which transformed the ships to look like typical merchant ships.

"Look to your left gentleman," the Figure pointed toward Earth. It was a hive of activity with busy ships of all classes coming and going.

"It will surely burn bright," Hugo said, keeping up his cover.

"Yes, it will. After our chaos and our friend in the Republic offices will rise to take power,"

"That sounds like Senator Reece," a captain said, laughing.

If you had blinked, you would've missed it. The Figure crushed the captain's skull with his bare hands.

"No, that moron isn't our political friend,"

That placed Hugo back to the beginning.

The people on the bridge almost collapsed, as the fleet took a violent turn to the right as they send towards Titan.

"That's clever," Hugo stated: "With another company owning Titan to clean up the Order's toxic waste; which I take you caused; the Republic wouldn't look at Titan. Leaving our business unchecked,"

"Yes, Commander Sam that is what we do?"

"But I'm a mere captain, my Lord,"

"No, your Commander Sam,"

Hugo bowed.

'So predictable' Sam thought.

As they continued through Titan's thick atmosphere. Hugo laid eyes on their base. It was the size of old London with its large oval black shape as well as its grand laser defence grid.

They docked.

As soon as Hugo's microcomputer locked onto to cabal's central command network. He released a scarp code to wreak havoc on the cabal's network.

Warning lights flashed.

"Come on, friends, we teleport to the control room," the Figure said before a red light made them dematerialize.

They rematerialized in a large circular chamber that looked identical to the NASA control room back in the depths of history.

"Report!"

"My Lord- the system is crashing,"

Hugo saw a water tank connected to the whole base.

He walked over to it.

Opening it Hugo opened a purple vile. Pouring it in.

"What are you doing?" the Figure said.

"I was checking the Ph levels of the water because Titan's surface is very sensitive to water contamination,"

The Figure drew his gun.

"Thank you so much I had meant to do that. What were they?"

Hugo thought hard about the lesson on Galactic surfaces taught by Garro once since he was incredibly bored.

"They are at 7.1. This is in the optimal range. My Lord, can I do any else here for you,"

"Yes, go down the core room and reboot the system,"

"Of course, my Lord,"

Under his helmet, Hugo grinned, as a result, down at the core room was the central terminal. Meaning he could download all the cabal's dealings.

If he released it, that would bring the cabal into the light.

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# chapter 11

"PREPARE FOR BATTLE!" Torical roared on the bridge as the fleet left Slidespace.

Now looking more closely at the fleet of Order ships they were mostly obelisks shaped ships with a red substance moving in-between the panels of armour.

Moreover, the Galaxy's end was the centre of the fleet.

The odd living dome ship moved in the fleet.

"Weapon's charging!" Kortana informed.

"Do a complete in detail scan, please!" Garro requested loudly.

"That will take twenty minutes,"

"Start then!"

"I will,"

An immense blinding laser shot hit the flagship.

"Wow thank god for the shields,"

An officer reported: "Yes captain however we've lost some power to our engines. Being repaired now,"

Garro ran to the command console: "To all ships this is Garro put shields to fifty per cent,"

Across the fleet, the ships groaned as the light faded, and the oxygen production was lowed until the marines on the ship could barely survive. Angels could easily endure low oxygen to air ratio due to their advanced biology.

Subsequently- six of the smaller obelisk ships zoomed towards the fleet.

"Should we fire?" Torical asked since it was protocol.

"All ships focus fire on the escort ships,"

Flashes of heavy railgun fire were unleashed from the fleet.

The shots peppered the Order ship however one survived, and it was heading straight for the flagship.

"Garro no shields can protect us against a ship travelling that fast,"

"Kortana fire at the engines,"

"Speed is reduced,"

"Good shot,"

All the human workers on the ship fell over as the ship crashed and bore its way into the hulk.

"Where did it crash?" Hew radioed in.

"The medical bay," Penelope added, who was now on the bridge.

"The girl!" Garro exclaimed.

"The girl?"

"Yes, they want her,"

Garro ran down to the medical bay, which was a full two thousand floors below. Chopping down the odd lone alien as he descended.

"Kortana seal the floors as I progress down the ship please," Garro ordered, near to the medical bay.

In a dark fiery corridor, Garro stood sensing a foe.

A whip wrapped itself around Garro left leg.

It started to burn through Garro's armour.

The Magi shot the soldier with the whip dead.

"Garro around the corner is a whole squad of wolves," Torical stated.

Launching fire like a flame thrower from his hand Garro destroyed the pack.

The corridors were all silver square cuboid. Filled with black smoke.

He was near the medical bay when he saw the doctor's dead body. Although it had decomposed incredibly quickly. Plus, it was moving.

It got up.

The doctor thing spoke: "Death to the Republic and rise glorious Lord of the Order!"

Since the tissues were so soft, Garro merely punched the body, and it merely turned into a pile of organic matter.

"What was that?" Claire inquired from the bridge.

"I think it's a type of Basican hybrid. I guess it is a way of rebuilding the Basican Empire," Garro answered inspecting it.

"Garro detecting... more ships coming towards us," Ben reported.

"Fleet stop here and fire!"

The Grand Master cut the link.

Storming the hospital wing; which was a large normal doctor's surgeon layout from the year three thousand; Garro found more dead bodies of doctors and aliens. Which got up as well.

Out of the corner of his eye, Garro witnessed the alien wolves carrying off the girl.

Following that- Garro attacked slamming his staff down to destroy to the undead. Using his supernatural speed, the Magi was started to run with his gun blazing. Slaughtering the aliens. The girl dropped to the floor. Grand Master Garro picked her up.

"Thank... you... Ga...rro," the girl barely managed through fear. However, now, she looked entirely different. Now she was a tall, beautifully adorable girl with long brown hair full of life.

"What's your name?" Garro gently asked.

"My name is Maura,"

Running back to the bridge, Garro explained with the girl on his back: "I know. I've searched your memory. I know you were..."

"Raped every hour by the alien Lord,"

"You were a beautiful girl however you were forced by fate to work as a pleasure girl,"

She nodded.

"You know you are resistant to magic,"

"No," she said puzzled.

"Well you are," The Grand Master replied heavily interested in her.

"What will happen to me now? Will I just go back to a safe planet?"

"No, I want you. I want to employ you as a Marine or my private trooper," Garro replied only telling her partly why wanted to keep an eye on her.

"I would love that Grand Master,"

Quickly moving the conservation on Garro reported on the commutations: "Status report on the ship?"

"Ship secured sir, except the tank hanger," an Angel reported.

Static filled the line as a half dying marine spoke: "Area secure my Lord. Need medical,"

"On their way," Garro re-laid.

When they got back to the bridge, it was a constant firefight of the republics blue railgun and plasma shots with the Order's red shots. Crashing into the ships.

Additionally, ships on both side were flamed.

"Garro, the weapon is about to fire,"

"Kortana hack shields please and launch two thousand missiles at it after weaken,"

Torical frowned: "Garro two thousand?"

"Across the fleet,"

A gentle hum danced across the fleet as beautiful fire show of missiles glided wonderfully across the void.

Some Order ships rose to be sacrificed for their weapon.

Then it happened... the missile hit a corner of Galaxy's End.

When the smoke cleared a tiny fire erupted.

"Damage report,"

"One per cent damage,"

"What!" Ben roared. "Kortana on my authority complete Order 66.22."

"Do it!" Garro pressed.

Kortana sadly and regretfully followed.

That was the Order to launch nuclear weapons at the enemy.

Nuclear missiles were dangerous since the radiation grew in space, meaning that you could destroy your own fleet just by launching a bomb at the Order's ship.

Forty nuclear missiles flew through space quickly.

Suddenly, Galaxy's End fired. Annihilating the grey rocky world below.

Some Order ships got destroyed by the shock wave.

As the missiles hit its mark. The fire grew.

The Order fleet froze.

"Damage on the enemy?"

"Yes, the damage is ten per cent,"

They both entered Slidespace again.

"Decent work. I wonder where we're going now,"

No one answered.

However- Garro it must be simple. To the Galaxy's End. There is more than one way in which a galaxy can end.

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# chapter 12

GHOST IT WAS. SILENCE as the grave some would say. The bridge was silence with only Garro and Kortana inside it.

Beforehand Garro had sent everyone else out on various job runs.

"So, what have you found?" Garro mysteriously asked.

"Nothing- I've hacked every known and unknown republic database and nothing. Your parents aren't even on paper,"

Garro was annoyed.

One of the many reasons why he joined the Magi Order was so he would have better access to records. Therefore, he could find his parents. He only knew one thing- they were in the Magi Order for many years.

"However, Garro I did find that their records were deleted on the joined authority of the Lord Commander, the Chancellor and the Supreme Grand Master of the Magis,"

Garro was studded as a result of Jeremy swore he knew little of Garro parents.

"Clever work," Garro said, puzzled. "Kortana how goes analysing the scan,"

"I still need some time, but I'm close,"

"Can you do me one last favour please,"

"Of course, you need not ask,"

"I need you to do a magic detection because after both explosions of the planet I sent a large about of magic radiation,"

Kortana knew better than to argue with the Grand Master on topics such as magic, so she complied.

Garro thanked her and walked away.

"Where are you going?"

"To leave you in peace plus I must train two people,"

The training hall- was a large gym of targets, punching bags and millions of more training equipment. Furthermore, the hall was a cold blue with hints of warm red. Was it blood, though?

Towards the back, behind some gun stands Davion was there practising throwing fireballs at the gun targets. He hit them every time.

"Good Davion your concentration is improving,"

Davion stopped as well as turned to look at his diviner. The term diviner is used to describe a high-level Magi trainer.

Garro snapped, drawing his gun.

"Now we will try to psychically disarm each other,"

Davion tried to do it; nothing happened.

"Focus, Davion. Imagine the gun flying out of my hand,"

Garro felt some movement on the gun.

"Keep going,"

Still nothing.

"Diviner I cannot do it,"

"You can! Try. Focus. Pretend you are the only one in the room. This has saved my life many times over,"

"You try it then,"

Davion drew his gun.

The gun went flying in a nanosecond, almost taking his hand with it.

"You must remember that I have centuries of training,"

Davion focused again.

There was a lot more movement on the gun, but Garro still fired.

It was a headshot.

"Trying to kill me,"

"No proving a point that in a battle situation you would be dead,"

"This is the last thing you learn before I send you back to Magicum,"

"What grade will I get at my current skill level?"

"A mere pass of 139/150,"

"A pass is that it!"

"Yes, I recently upped the grade boundaries to make it harder to pass. Therefore, only true weapons of war could go out, so far, it's working great,"

"Why don't I go back now?" Davion demanded.

"Because you deserve better. I see you being me in a few centuries,"

"No, I won't," Davion stormed out.

Garro was confused.

"I never stood the young either. After all, they constantly hired me," Maura announced behind Garro.

"I just want the best for him,"

"I know- I can tell, because after a lifetime of people seeing me as a sex toy. I know when people care,"

They both laughed.

Maura picked up a railgun. Lining up the sights, she said: "May I?"

"Sure,"

Maura ran over to the gun targets. Aimed and fired.

Garro was in shock. His mouth was wide open.

"Where did you learn to shoot?"

"A pleasure girl must learn how to defence herself,"

'To all personnel on the Fist of Magicum. Report to the Strategium," Kortana ordered.

"We better go,"

They both left running.

The Fist of Magicum was the name of Garro's flagship.

The Strategium was a massive circular meeting hall with millions of seats.

In the centre of the chamber was a gigantic holographic map of Deireadh Realtra. Kortana floated to the left of it.

Meanwhile, Garro, Torical and Maura stood around it.

In the front row was his team.

"Thank you for coming everyone. Kortana over to you," Garro announced.

On the map- the damaged area of the weapon was highlighted.

"Thank you, Garro. After we damaged the weapon, we forced it to make for an old abandoned repair station in deep space. Therefore, when it lands to make repairs. We must strike!"

"How?" a marine shouted from the back.

Torical explained: "Garro and his team will land on the power station and head for the weapon taking the docks. Then using the weapon grid on the station, we will destroy it. Since the shields will have to be down,"

"It might work," Garro added.

"Why might it not work?"

"Because this is new alien technology. Nevertheless, my team will try, and Maura is coming with us,"

"Why?"

"Because she is resistant to magic and could be useful,"

Penelope stood up: "He's correct with her at our side the alien wizards or witches won't be able to touch us magically. We all saw the damage the aliens can do to us," recalling ancient battles.

"Thank you, Penelope," Maura said.

"Everyone you are dismissed. Team, meet me in the hanger. Get Maura some armour please," Garro commanded.

Garro took Kortana out of the system as well as plugged her into his armour so they could talk privately.

"So, the test,"

"Yes, the Order is using magic to charge the laser. Plus, did you know that each of the planets was once apart of..."

"The ancient alien magical transport network. Yes, I did,"

In galactic fore law, it was said that an ancient race that long predates humanity used a system of galactic maylines to transport cargo across their empire. However, it crumbled when the maylines were fully charged. Leading to a flood of the undead.

"So, you think the Order wants to flood the galaxy with the undead,"

"I do. We already know that they've started because of the doctors,"

"And Galaxy's End is a charging station for the lines,"

"Yes, since the planets are a containment vessel for this dark magic. Laid out in that species final days before it's extinction,"

"Why did it become extinct?"

"Nobody knows, but it was undeniably not natural as well as I theorised that for humanity's survival we need to find out why,"

With that theory figured out the two partners of war left for the hanger.

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# chapter 13

I SAT WITH GREAT PATIENCE while the chancellor did her political part to introduce the witnesses, then it was my turn to shine.

The fate of the galaxy practically rested on these two testimonies.

Ruby was up first.

"So, Ruby have you ever been instructed to break the law by me or anyone else in the Magi Order,"

"Yes,"

Senator shot up.

He said: "Please explain,"

My stomach turned.

"When I was in my first year of being in the Order I was instructed to kill a Senator by the Supreme Grand Master,"

Now she was lying. Cough, cough. Maybe I forget a few things when I requested her to be my witness.

The chancellor looked down at me. I shook my head.

"Jeremy do you wish to comment,"

"I never send that order and to prove it I would commit myself to a lifetime of desk duty in the lunatic asylum,"

That was the worse fate someone could wish upon themselves.

The Lord Commander whispered something to Charlie.

"The court believes you Jeremey,"

"Ruby, why did you lie? Why would you risk the Order you swore to as well as the fate of the galaxy?" I pressed with rage.

"Because... Senator Reece paid me to,"

"What- that's a lie!" Reece ran at her.

I fired a fireball at him to prevent him.

"The court will now decide the verdict. Senator Reece, you may still win however I hereby declare you unfit to be a senator after this verdict has been delivered,"

Reece didn't listen: "My honour if that's the case then surely it must reflect badly upon the Magi Order. That they can so easily be corrupted by the simplest form. Which is money,"

Everyone left; however, I was terrified because still, I was fighting a losing battle. Since when I launched the fireball. I searched Charlie's mind, and she was favourably voting for the Senator.

At least I think she is.

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# chapter 14

GLIDING THROUGH THE Order's fleet the kingfisher soar, the transport was a mere blue spot amongst the Order's vast ships.

Looking through the cockpit window, Garro could see the repair station which was naturally dwarfed by Galaxy's End.

The station looked like a silver staff with a metal passageway wrapping its way up it. Subsequently- on top was a large disc-shaped base. Used for storing everything you could think of.

Overall, Galaxy's End looked like it was attached to the station. While it got repaired.

That could be vital information.

"Twenty seconds out," Kortana reported.

"Change of plans team since where Galaxy's End is being repaired is so fortified. We're landing in a supply hanger,"

"We're still twenty seconds out,"

Maura's head started to ache. She looked at Garro.

"I feel it too. There's an alien with magical properties on that station, and I will kill them,"

Before anyone could say, that was a bit too psychopathic. Kortana made the Kingfisher land in the cold, creepy rectangle hanger.

Garro stumbled out of the transport leading the team.

"We are not alone," Garro stated before a laser shot hit him in the side.

They all rushed back to Kingfisher to use as cover.

Around the edges of the hanger, various Order troopers dropped down from the ceiling.

Most of them were Iarannthan soldiers and Battlesuits, though.

The team were being swamped in minutes.

"We can't shoot them all down," Penelope reported.

"Garro each minute we waste Galaxy's End gets closer to be repaired and then it will leave," Kortana said.

The Grand Master fired multiple shots at a group of the wolves. When he said: "Team can you take care of this mess?"

Screaming through the cold, vicious artificial air, a shot penetrated Maura's armour. As a result, she bleeds. Since she wasn't an Angel, the wound wouldn't just heal magically. Or would it?

With a thought, Garro forced the wound to heal itself.

More battlesuits dropped down.

"We need to go now!" Kortana said.

Coming out from cover, the team nodded.

"Aye yes, we do!" Garro replied.

"Go Garro we'll cover you!" Hew shouted, emptying his weapon into a battlesuit.

"Okay, when you're done. Get the Kingfisher and take it to the docking area,"

Therefore, grabbing a second gun as well as attaching his staff to his belt. Garro stormed forward; heading towards a bomb-proof door; with his guns blazing. He killed every alien that attempted to stop him.

Overall, it was a slow over-dramatic shooting scene from a film with Garro charging and the team providing cover.

The Grand Master of the Magi Order entered the main snaking corridor of the station. It was a simple enough design because it was merely three by one-metre metal plates box, with flecks of rust. All linked together.

In fact, this type of metal was impenetrable; however, since it was so expensive to produce the project got abandoned.

Walking on Garro said: "I do love duel wielding guns,"

"I know you do. If I had a body, I would also like it probably,"

"I thought you loved being an AI,"

"Oh, I do, I do,"

"But..." Garro started, however, when he heard the whole station moved.

He was on the fifth plate from the hanger door when- the plates started to fall out, rapidly.

"Run?" Kortana suggested.

Garro suddenly broke out into a fast superhuman run, making him almost a blur of colour.

The plate started to fall out quicker.

He was far away to the top.

"Keep running,"

"It's hardly like I'm going to stop,"

"Well, you never know,"

That made Garro smile, but he couldn't stop to laugh.

As he turned a corner, he saw the door leading to a docking area.

"Jump now!"

The few seconds when Garro didn't jump was enough to make the plate under his feet fall out.

Kortana screamed.

In the last possible nanosecond, Garro managed to make his fingers grab onto the one-centimetre edge of the door overhang.

"You did that on purpose,"

"I know I did," Garro laughed.

"Should I open the door for you?"

"No of course not I quite like looking at the view of the deep space and just hanging here,"

"Okay,"

"Kortana,"

She opened the door.

Garro pulled himself up.

At the docking area; which was much like a historic dockyard of old Earth's navy history in shape and size; was Galaxy's End. Attached to millions of repairing machine. Fixing her.

Surrounding her were more than a thousand aliens.

They all turned to look a Garro. Weapons pointed.

"Great I have to fight, and I have no cover,"

"You have magic,"

"I know,"

With a flick of a hand, all the machines around the dock exploded.

"Kortana hack into Galaxy's end. Lower those shields please!"

"On it,"

The Order trooper started to fire on Garro.

All the shots started in an instance; too fast even for a Magi. In addition, the shots were like the sound of million heavy raindrops punching metal.

The Grand Master went to fire both guns; however: click went the triggers, click, click, click.

With his armour beginning to become dented, Garro fetched his staff and extended out his left hand. Out of it came a giant seismic wave.

Slaughtering all the aliens to Garro's left.

Although Garro's nose started to bleed. He needed help now.

Only the Iarannthan Battlesuits got back up.

The rest of the Order's stopped for a blink of an eye to consider their options.

That moment of hesitation gave Garro enough time to unleash a lightning storm from his hands.

Like ants, the aliens ran around. Attempting; badly; to avoid the bolts.

Afterwards most them were dead- Garro was forced to stop since doing that powerful magic for so long was like a mere human running for twenty miles. At a hundred miles per hour without stopping.

"They're aiming at you," Kortana commented.

"I know," Garro replied, fatigued.

Looking up Garro realized the Order troops weren't aiming at him. They were standing, standing there.

Then Garro saw it- the figure on the silver gangway to the far left of him. It was: The Diviner of Power and Truth.

He was much a larger version of the Cineachan Lord captured from the base earlier.

"Isn't he the Second in Command of the Cineachan race?"

Garro was in too much shock to speak, but he nodded.

So, we meet again, Grand Master.

His voice was a booming hurricane of death.

While they spoke the aliens on the docking area boarded Galaxy's End once more.

You are in shock.

"No, I am surprised. To be graced with your unholy presence once again,"

What is the difference Magi? Your Galaxy has reached its end. Your species will submit themselves to us for slavery or die.

Garro launched a purple fireball at him.

He absorbed it.

So, humanity has decided freedom over reality. Typical of you soft pink things.

Walking back onto the weapon, the Prophet of Hate said; which was to the Diviner's left: I have a gift for you.

"No, it cannot be. They're meant to be dead," Kortana stated.

"But it is," Garro managed.

There is was- a supersized obelisk Iarannthan flagship. Painted black. As well as it was lined with countless amounts of weapons. Including laser batteries, machine guns and more...

It was the flagship of two the Order's most brutal leaders. They were called: General Tutan and Captain Jutan. Though to be destroyed in a recent battle.

Both were responsible were billions of pure people's deaths as well as thousands of military deaths.

Sadly, humanity had lost a quarter of its empire because of these two.

Behind Garro, a vampire stood. Aiming her blaster right at Garro.

The Magi was too stunned at the brutal leaders to notice the one trooper there.

A shot went off.

The vampire dropped dead.

Maura took her place.

"Thank you, Maura. You're the reason why I couldn't sense her. With your anti-magic properties," Garro joked.

They both smiled at each other.

Meanwhile, the ugly snake-headed beast of the Diviner poked its head out of the doorway and launched a demonic red fireball, with the diameter of the average female body, at the Magi. As a result of their talking Garro concurrent with Maura didn't see.

It could kill them. It would kill them.

Garro sensed it.

However, a metre from Garro the fireball exploded due to Maura's anti-magic powers.

Garro was in shock. As a result, he didn't accept Maura to be so powerful in her resilience to magic as well as considering that she was untrained. She was a mystery.

"Sorry Garro for the interruption however I have a problem. I can't lower down the shields any longer, remotely,"

"What can go through the shields?"

"Nothing- I guess we could launch the fleet into Deireadh Realtra using Slidespace,"

Garro was thinking.

"You know I was joking?"

"We need to get back to the Fist of Magicum now. We have a way to destroy Galaxy's End,"

The Order fleet opened fire on the station.

Picking Maura up. Garro ran and jumped off the station. Seconds before the station exploded.

The Kingfisher scooped them up.

Garro explained: "Come on team, we have work to do,"

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# chapter 15

EXPLODING ONTO THE bridge Garro and team did.

The entire bridge was a hive of activity. They saw Garro and halted.

"What's the plan, Garro?" Torical pleaded.

"Firstly, I need the fighters to be launched and to destroy the shield generator. Which protects only the weapon chamber. Subsequently, my team and I will get onto the ship, and I'll destroy the weapon's central chamber. Therefore, when it next fires, it will overload. Meanwhile, the rest of my team will destroy the engines,"

"Everyone I have shocking news. I've just finished analysing some data I pulled for the command network, and I know the Order's next target. They will charge the weapon. Slidespace to Earth. Launch the weapon. Annihilating Earth even before they have seen the weapon!"

"Of course, the Earth is the centre of the maylines," Garro realized.

"So, after the Earth is destroyed. The flood of the undead can come to wipe out the last pockets of humanity," Hew finished.

"Correct," Torical added.

Torical's face turned puzzled.

"My Lord, how will you get onto Galaxy's End?"

"Teleportation," Garro nodded to Kortana.

She made the centre of the bridge were the holographic map was into a large cold, futuristic stone disc.

"Sir, you can't teleport it hasn't been sanctioned yet. It's still in the testing stage. Given to a few ships. You might die. The Republic, myself cannot..."

"Jeremy and I worked on the teleportation system myself! It works. The only problem there is that it is very dangerous to humans. Not including Angels and Magis,"

"Fine!"

"Torical..."

Kortana interrupted: "People the weapon is charging we have 15 minutes to board and destroy the weapon before all of humanity is lost,"

"Come on team," Garro said, standing in the middle of the disc.

Before Maura stepped on, Garro said: "No, not you Maura. You're staying here on the ship. Torical might need you,"

"Captain, the Order fleet is moving to swarm us," an officer said.

Garro nodded.

"Stay safe, Garro," Torical said, caringly.

In a puff of smoke, the team were gone.

"All hands prepare for war!" Captain Torical commanded.

Landing with a crash, the team did- in a long purple diamond-shaped corridor.

The air was thick with death and darkness.

"Seal up your armour," Garro ordered.

A vampire knocked Claire to the floor.

Penelope ripped the vampire to pieces with her bare hands.

More vampire squads assaulted the team.

"How many are there?" Hew rhetorically asked.

"In fact, there are two hundred and eight attacking us concurrently," Kortana reported.

While shooting lightning bolt from his fingers, Garro said: "Isn't Kortana a ray of sunshine?"

Penelope fired a rocket into one side of where the vampire was swarming from. Massacring them.

Hew and Claire finished them off.

To the left, Garro wondered over to a command console as well as plugged Kortana in.

"Oh... Garro we have a problem with how the ship is constructed. You can only pull me out of this console. Nevertheless- we can still communicate through our private republican network,"

"Good- team please stay safe,"

"We will Grand Master," they said, running off down deeper into the beast to silence the engines.

"Garro if you head to the main lift you can quickly get to the weapon chamber. Easily- within our twelve-minute window,"

"Where!"

On Garro's helmet setup- an arrow telling him were to go the foul lift was located.

The Grand Master ran in the opposite direction of his team.

Running Garro fired upon the odd unaware alien that was there.

Until he came out to a large hall filled with an immense plate of solid gold; which was the lift.

Surrounding it was a whole squad of twenty battlesuits. All armed with missiles.

They fired.

In a split-second, Garro formed a reflective shield. Covering him.

Half of the squad was obliterated by their own missiles.

The rest of them went to convert on Garro's position.

While the rest of the squad were getting reloaded. Garro launched a rod at lava at each of the battle suits from the eyepiece on his staff.

Subsequently, a cannon shell knocked Garro to the floor.

Blinding him in his armour.

"Garro, I am trying to repair your helmet vision. Give me twenty seconds,"

Focusing his mind, Garro used his magic to fire aimed controlled shot at the incoming wolves.

"There,"

Garro wished that his vision was still broken because in front of him was an enormous snake-like beast; with teeth like swords.

It dived at Garro and got him in his mouth.

Before the beast could consume Garro using the little strength he had. He forced this beast to keep its mouth open. By almost breaking the beast's jaw by standing in-between the top and bottom jaw.

Garro made a superhuman jump.

Since it was done at superhuman speeds. The jaw got ripped away from the rest of the body. Blood sprayed everywhere.

"God Garro, you really do show a lady the worse things. Now get the lift, and I'll get you the chamber," Kortana said, starting to raise the lift.

Leaping over the beast, Garro managed to barely grab the lift.

As he climbed on, the beast wrapped what was left of its tongue around him. Pulling him down.

"Oh, for god sake, just die," Garro said, as the creature got burnt away.

"Five minutes Garro,"

"Hurry!"

Stopping the lift as well as opening the door, Garro walked into the chamber. Only to be met with hell.

His blood ran cold.

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# chapter 16

ZOOMING THROUGH THE void, the Iarannthan battle fleet was. Heading straight for Torical's fleet.

"I hope they arrived safely," Maura hoped, looked at Torical.

"Aye so do I. However- I have a fleet to save," the Captain said, bitterly.

Reaching for a radio Torical ordered: "To all Republic ships this is Captain Torical. Move into wall formation!"

As soon as the words were delivered, all the ships moved up, down or long to build a wall of pure might as well as steel.

As the Order fleet approached, they changed into small waves of a hundred battleships. Armed to their teeth with all types of lethal weaponry.

"All ships fire on the first wave!"

Across the battle fleet- laser shot lit the space as they were fired.

Upon hitting their targets, they only kissed the enemies' shields.

Torical roared: "Why must they update their shields?"

"Where's an AI when you need one?" an officer joked.

Torical shot her a rueful look.

Maura grabbed the captain: "We need to concreate our fire on each ship,"

Torical froze to consider the suggestion.

"Captain, two more waves approaching. We will be swarmed in less than two minutes,"

"Aye, yes, we do girl," Torical manically said. "To all ships, concentrate fire on each ship. Sending you all commands on which ships to aim for. Follow them, or you'll be punished,"

Maura shrugged at those words because as you might expect from a pleasure girl. She heard those words more than once a week.

With the fleet working together to destroy the Order fleet. The void was ferociously a flamed as ships got annihilated on both sides.

"Captain- Fighters are ready to be launched,"

"Launch them. We must help Garro in any way we can,"

Out of each ship came millions upon millions of blades like planes as they flew towards Galaxy's End. Nevertheless, the Order had launched their fighters to prevent them.

Under Torical's feet, the whole ship moved as general Tutan's command ship the Light Bringer open fired.

Launching apocalyptic sized balls of molten metal at the flagship.

"Shields to seventy-five per cent,"

The lights dimmed, and the ship absorbed power from every system to strengthen its shielding.

"Return fire on the command ship!"

"We can't captain. They knocked out our destroyer cannons,"

"Fine fire everything else,"

The officer hesitated.

Torical pulled out a gun.

"Do it, or I'll kill you,"

The officer fired. The weaponry barely scratched the ship.

"Captain Torical I have an idea," Maura explained.

"Speak girl,"

Suddenly Ben's fleet zoomed out the wall and headed towards the command ship.

"What is he doing?"

All the Order's ship in range fired upon Ben's poor fleet.

They made mincemeat of the small fleet.

Although some parts of the wreckage did manage to destroy ten ships. Plus, the engines on the Light Bringer were damaged.

"I guess that will be Ben and his squad gone then," Torical bitterly guessed.

"Think again Captain," Ben as well as his squad. Limping from the doorway.

"Torical!" Maura shouted, diving towards him as an Order fighter crashed into the bridge.

She was out cold.

The bridge was in flames. Chaos ran free.

"All ships... charge!" weakly Torical ordered.

"We can't Captain the following systems are down: weapons, engines and oxygen recycling. Nevertheless, the ship is trying to repair itself,"

"What can I do, Captain," Davison asked.

"Fix my bridge!"

With a flick of his hand, the bridge was as good as new.

Davison painfully collapsed.

"I must remember not to do so much powerful magic until I'm strong enough,"

"Ben, how did you get to the Fist of Magicum?" Torical demanded.

"We teleported on,"

"Of course,"

"Torical get down!" Maura screamed, waking up. Not realising that she had been out cold.

Each minute more and more ships got destroyed.

"What's your plan, girl?"

"We need to get onto that Command ship,"

"Agreed- how?" Ben stated.

"Well Davison, you and Ben's team are going to teleport on there," Maura said, noticing they're all standing on the stone disc.

Torical and Maura took a step back.

"Wait, I don't know if I like teleportation," Davison argued.

"Well here's your time to find out," Maura before she flicked the switch that sends them to the Light Bringer.

"I like your style, girl. Now we have a fight to win!" Torical smiled.

Maura nodded.

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# chapter 17

ECHOES OF IMMENSE PORTION were manufactured with each step in the reactor room inside the Cabal's grand base of operation.

Hugo slowly entered the reactor chamber. This was a chamber the size of three Olympic swimming pools with engines with white-hot pipes everywhere.

Two men dressed in black bulletproof vests approached Sam.

"Identify yourself in the name of the God-Cabal,"

Sammy froze to hear such a reference.

"My name is Commander Sam,"

"Your business,"

"To reboot the system,"

Looking at a new message sent by the figure himself. The two men allowed Sam to pass.

A long brown dangerous gangway met Sammy coldly. He didn't stop to consider the danger.

As a result of years of psycho-conditioning Garro's operative knew nothing of the myth of fear.

When he got to the central pile. Typing away, Hugo plugged a micro-memory stick into the laptop console.

The Cabal's complete working was being downloaded.

10 per cent.

"Are you okay back there?" one of the men asked, pulling out his gun.

"Yes, I'm fine,"

30 per cent.

Sammy's only problem was that if he rebooted the system, then the Cabal's sensors would find the information being downloaded.

He needed the information to be downloaded quicker. He needed more time.

"What's that in the console?"

"Nothing trooper," firmly Sam said.

Sam pressed a button on his right sleeve.

"Let me pass!" the man pushed pass hard.

The man saw nothing since the stick was now invisible.

"See nothing!" Hugo explained.

60 per cent.

"Since you aren't rebooting the system. I will do it for you,"

The other man came over.

"Is there a problem?"

"I'm calling command,"

"Why?" Sam inquired.

"Because you should have come here and rebooted the system straight away,"

The man got out his radio and tried to call the figure.

There was only static.

80 per cent.

Sam only needed to stall a little longer.

"I'm going to command," the man said, walking off.

"Sorry but you aren't," Sam said, throwing a microscopic knife into the man's eye. Additionally, the knife embedded itself into the man's soft brain.

His head exploded in silence.

Sam smiled.

Pulling his gun, the other man said: "Who are you?"

Putting a hand on his shoulder, Sam whispered: "Death,"

Before he snapped the man's neck.

100 per cent.

Collecting the stick- Hugo walked away as well as kicked the body into the fiery pits below.

'Soon Garro, my mission will be done, and the Cabal will be in the light' Hugo thought to himself.

That might be true, however, is Hugo's cover intact?

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# chapter 18

MEETING GARRO WAS TWENTY-five lava blasters, connected to the floor of the pier like platform. These weapons would easily melt any armour.

Since the lighting wasn't perfect, Garro couldn't see much. Nevertheless- he could see the shine of the blue shield. Protecting the weapon's core.

"Wait a minute Garro, and I'll destroy the blasters for you,"

"No don't- control them please,"

The Iarannthan soldiers moved to surround the Grand Master.

A soldier in the darkness spoke: "Do you really think it's wise to attack us. On our own ship!"

"Perhaps not but I am a soldier of the Republic. I will die serving it,"

"Honourable,"

Garro moved over towards the shield.

"I have the blasters online,"

Shouting, Garro screamed: "Lights!"

Light flooded into the chamber to reveal a bright, long tunnel that was forged from ceramide plating.

As quick as a bullet Garro burnt the soldiers behind as well as shot the soldiers manning the blasters to death.

"This is Garro, fighter leader status report,"

For a moment- static filled the line. Then "Garro I am taking one last run for the generator,"

Silence.

"Oh,"

"Oh?"

"Garro- I cannot fire the missile remotely..."

"You will be remembered in the Magi chronicles," Garro humbly said, knowing what she was going to do.

"Thank you, Grand Master. Live well and protect..." the line was dead. The ship rumbled. The shield came down.

"Three minutes Garro," Kortana reported.

"Fire the Blasters,"

Remotely Kortana fired all the turret blasters at the weapon core. Which was a large dome and has the shape of a bee stinger.

Meanwhile, Garro summoned a whole firestorm and fired a storm of weaponized fire at the core.

"Damage report,"

"60 per cent, that should be enough,"

Behind Garro, a Wolf fired a missile. Winding Garro. Plus, knocking Garro over the edge.

He barely managed to grab the tiny edge of the platform.

The rest of the pack turned to look down at the Magi. They opened fire. Chipping away at Garro's armour.

"Help me," Garro weakly said to Kortana.

Kortana wasn't there to answer.

At the possible thought that something had happened to his friend, a rage boiled in Garro.

Consequently- Garro lifted wolves up and threw them at the weapon core.

Meanwhile- Garro landed gracefully back on the platform.

They exploded instantly.

"Kortana!" Garro screamed, bleeding from his chest.

Panting Kortana replied: "I'm safe. I just got caught on an anti-AI defence,"

"You are okay,"

"Yes, yes, Garro. I'm fine,"

When the 15-minute mark got met. The whole core exploded. Knocking Garro to the floor.

His world went black.1967

A minute following that Garro awoke.

Now the chamber was a flaming tunnel with nothing of its smooth former structure.

"Garro move now! You must regroup with the rest of our family now," Kortana screamed over the network as she read some new data.

"Why?"

"Go!"

Garro leapt as well as climbed up a dangerous, rugged wall of fiery ruins to reach the door.

After jumping down the lift, Garro ran as fast as he could muster down the corridors; naturally slaughtering all aliens he met; to find his team.

He found them.

Barely alive.

"Team- what happened?"

"Garro after... damaging the engines. We were forced to flee," Penelope started.

Subsequently, Hew finished: "Then we were viscously attacked by endless amounts of Order forces,"

Garro was mentally a wreck after hearing as well as searching his friends mind seeing their desperate attack.

To save them, he focused his mind as well as pumped pure magic into their system to heal them.

It worked.

Claire joyfully suggested: "So we can go back to Fist of Magicum and bombarded this place now can't we,"

"Sorry team inside the system, I am now finding chatter about launching Galaxy's End to Earth,"

"Why do that?" Hew questioned.

"Because alone the sheer size of Galaxy's End could destroy the Earth," Garro answered.

"So, what now?" Hew asked.

"Now team we destroy the core. Bringing the ship crashing down,"

The team moved out.

"Hurry Garro because in the core I'm detecting a high amount of magic. Almost like..."

"The veil between the dead and the living is coming down," Garro finished.

"Yes. That's because it is coming down,"

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# chapter 19

REMATERIALIZING ON the Light Bringer Ben and the team took a minute to study themselves to see if there were any negative effects of the teleportation.

There were none.

"We must be in the central spine of the Command ship," Koron explained, pointing how the long pentagonal corridor ran the entirety of the ship.

Davison started to head towards the bridge.

"Where are you going? Captain Torical gave us our mandate,"

"To destroy the ship. Which is easily done by the making the engines overload," Ben reminded him.

"I'm going to kill or capture the Order leaders on board this ship,"

"Good- you do that,"

"Why do you say it like that?"

"Because why do you think that you can do that?"

"Due to I'm a Magi, and I have power,"

Ben formed his hand into a fist in frustration as a result of he hated meeting other Magis besides Garro. Since they were all arrogant.

"Stay safe. Teams, meet back here as soon as the engines are ash," Ben said, leading his Angels to the engine room.

In the direction of the bridge- Davison heard a million wolves howl. He prepared for the massacre.

In the time, it took him to blink, he looks to see a whole hoard of wolves running down.

Like what Garro had taught him: he focused his mind and created a wall of light to shield himself.

When half the pack charged into the wall. They died.

The rest snarled at him. Launching themselves on top of Davison when the wall collapsed.

'I knew I should have listened to Garro when he taught me how to make sure my spells last longer.'

With Davison being clawed on like some alien prey, he attempted to gather some strength to focus.

"Focus young one," he could hear Garro whisper in his head from years before.

"Enough!" Davison screamed, unleashing a whole wave a seismic activity. Killing the alien fools.

He pressed on towards the bridge with little resistance.

The Order Bridge was a larger slender version of Garro's bridge with a lot more futuristic floating screens of data.

Due to the trouble, Ben and his Angels were making down in the engine room. The bridge was short-staffed.

However, you could clearly see General Tutan; who was twice the size of a normal battlesuit as well as he carried a long blue inferno sword, and next to him saw Captain Jutan. Who was equally tall and menacing however the Captain was a taller boarder version of an Iarannthan solider.

Storming in Davison launched multiple lightning ball. Hitting the surrounding soldiers on staff. Upon hitting their mark. They did the same amount of damage as an anti-tank shell.

So powerful Davison you have become. Tutan boomed.

You see Garro and his fleet had been hunting Tutan as well as Jutan for hundreds of years. Therefore, they had seen each other more than once.

"Yes, I have become stronger now,"

It's a shame you weren't strong enough to save your family once.

"You murdered them in cold blood,"

Your planet didn't submit themselves to Iarannthan rule!

Out of pure rage, Davison shot out a hand subsequently using shockwaves, he pinned the General to the wall.

Oh, Davison if you would merely learn to control yourself as Garro has.

Davison started to crush the General's armour.

Since the Magi in training was so focused on killing the General in gave Jutan time to sneak up behind Davison and blast off his leg.

Pain flooded through Davison.

Furthermore, blood poured out all over the room as well as Jutan.

With a thought, the wound healed itself as well as Davison managed to immobilize the Captain, for a minute.

Painfully turning around, Davison saw that the General was gone.

"Were, is he?" Davison demanded from the Captain.

"He is safely on his way back to Hiuidium,"

"The Iarannthan Homeworld,"

The Captain nodded.

Breaking free of the immobilization, the Captain drew a gun.

Focusing his mind carefully, Davison focused on making the gun fly out of the Captain's hand. He focused.

Nothing.

He focused again while the Captain tightened his finger on the trigger.

Nothing.

The shot fired.

The gun flew out of the alien hand, distorting the gun angle.

As the last act, Davison made the Captain immobile once more. Then Davison collapsed.

Suddenly, the whole ship started to violently shake and rip itself apart.

"I never thought I would end this way. Being on an alien ship with my mission done. I always wanted to die in the field of battle on some unpronounceable planet,"

With his leg starting to bleed again, Davison was useless. He could only do one thing... remember.

He closed his eyes...

"Where are you, Magi?" Ben screamed, pulling him up.

"We need to get out," Koron added.

"Teleport beacon activated," Pespium reported.

"Take the Captain I'm arresting him," Davison only finished because he was now unconscious.

Ben nodded to Pespium.

Then just as the ship tore itself apart. They teleported off.

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# chapter 20

RETURNING TO THE COMMAND centre- Hugo found himself in a mist of foul black smoke. Laying over the floor. Moreover, it came to waist high.

No one else expects the figure, as well as two of his bodyguards, were there as well.

Hugo placed a hand on his sidearm.

The door slammed shut behind him.

"So, traitor you dare venture behind my back into my base,"

Immediately- Sam pressed a button on the memory stick. This made the stick search for a Republic relay system nearby. Now he only needed to buy time to find the relay.

"I think for one to be a traitor, one must first be loyal,"

The bodyguards advanced.

"So, you were never loyal."

"Of course not,"

Suddenly a bodyguard knocked Hugo to the floor. Then the guard jumped on top of his chest.

"You won't get away with this,"

"You have no idea what my Cabal is capable of. It can destroy senators; which it has; it can annihilate republic systems, and its power and influence are limitless! Since you'll be going to die, I'll tell you the master plan that the God-Cabal has: in two hours, we will launch our Order look-alike ships and crash them into Earth's defence grid. Resulting in the Republic will be useless as well as the people going mad as they deduce an Order invasion. Consequently, Charlie will be defenceless as people demand answers; so, the God-Cabal can be the hero,"

"It sounds like a lot of hoping," Hugo smiled, breaking the guard's spine with the sheer force of his arms thrusting upwards.

Kill him!

Skilfully Sam shot the guard in the eye.

"Now Figure, everything you just said and all of the Cabal's working has just been broadcasted through the entire galaxy. On every single command network, every television as well as every other electronic device,"

'This is the Republic fleet War Bringers prepared to be slaughtered!' a voice stated over the base's command channels.

"How does it feel to be in the light?"

"Just because we're in the light doesn't mean the Cabal is over. The God-Cabal will rise!"

"No, it won't because I will kill it,"

The figure leapt at him. Throwing deep, long wild stroke at Hugo with his sword.

Sam dodged every swing.

Until he grabbed the blade with such force, it shattered the figure's right hand.

In return- the figure kicked Sam so hard that it broke his jaw. Knocking him to the floor.

Reaching for his sword to kill Hugo. A missile struck the command centre.

Marines were in the base.

While the figure was getting himself back to his feet. Sam wrenched off his helmet.

Revealing a young man with fair, well-maintained features with long black hair.

"You think you know everything, but you don't. You think you've ended us, but you haven't. For I'm not the God-Cabal, and he will rise. You think he's a criminal, but he's in the Republic, and he's running it,"

Horror filled Hugo's face.

"How did you hope to escape?"

As marines exploded down the door, Hugo pressed a button in his pocket, and he vanished.

Teleporting off into the vast reaches of space.

A female marine shouted: "You-you're under arrest for treachery as well as..."

The words only stopped because the figure shot himself dead in the head. His brain splashed against her armour.

In a black bedroom in an unknown location in the galaxy, Hugo stood with a magic subconscious holographical version of Garro.

"Well done Hugo," Garro said, fixing Hugo's jaw.

"Thank you, my Lord. However, it was your training that..."

Garro waved him silent.

"Who was the figure?"

"Garro- he was called: Jack Dagger an owner of the vast shipping company Hell's travels,"

"Fitting. We must make the assumption that the company is a front for the Cabal since it was inferred from the information you send. I can guess that a large portion of the money comes from the company and into the Cabal's bank. Therefore, take a deep breath and begin your next mission. Unless you want some time off?"

"No thank you, Garro,"

"One last thing, who is the God-Cabal?"

"I don't know. It seems to be a senator or someone else in authority in the Republic,"

"I would guess Reece however it could be billions of people for all we know,"

"I should go to Earth and investigate,"

"Thank you, Hugo, but I have sent a more local operative to deal with that. However, you are my best operative still,"

Hugo smiled.

"May your faith in me protect you,"

With a deep breath- Hugo was transported across the galaxy to his next mission to investigate Hell's Travel.

Nevertheless, his face had changed; he got a new identity, as well as Sam, would be found dead in a few hours.

'One mission is done in God Garro's service; a million more wonderful missions to go.'

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# chapter 21

THE COURT HAD THANKFULLY resumed since I was now getting bored of reading as well as signing off on battle order after battle order.

"Before I state my verdict on the Magi Order. I would like you Supreme Grand Master to explain why your operatives are in secret," Charlie questioned.

I knew this question would come up, so I came prepared.

"My most honourable Lord and Ladies- Garro's, as well as my operatives, are shrouded in secrecy because that way they aren't hunted nor are they questioned. Therefore, they can serve the Republic by completing missions on our behalf to benefit the Republic. Such as one of Garro's operatives have just made the cabal public knowledge,"

The Lord Commander spoke: "Yes, I completely agree with you about why there are operatives. However, why hide them? Let's say that you are dead and your operatives go rogue. How will we know who they are?"

I sank into my chair.

"You won't," I muttered.

The Senator shot up.

"Therefore, the Magi Order shouldn't be allowed to use operatives for the Republic's safety,"

Charlie gave the Senator a stabbing look.

"Reece that is stupid because look at the amount of good the operatives have done. Sometimes the Grand Masters do drop me notes about their operative's missions,"

The Lord Commander asked one last question: "Why is it a competition between you and Garro to find out each other's operatives? Considering Garro knows all of yours even after they change their face and identity. Plus, you know none of Garro's,"

"Firstly, we keep it a game as a result of it keeps us sharp.

Additionally, it makes it easier for us to see if there's a traitor around. Secondly, I don't know why I cannot find Garro's operatives,"

The Senator was about to open his mouth again, but I waved a hand to silence him.

Charlie stood up proudly: "People of the Republic today we have witnessed the great trial of the Magi Order, and the result is..."

She stopped talking.

I guess it was to consider her next words.

"I have decided that the Magi Order must be... saved,"

An uncontrollable scream of joy passed through the courtroom from me.

"Sorry Chancellor please continue,"

"I have chosen this because it's clear that they are the heart of the Republic's fighting force. However, I will impose stronger regulations and laws on the Order,"

That was the real reason for today. It wasn't to get my Order destroyed, but it was to impose a stricter rule over my organisation. My hypothesis, however, Reece has still played his cards well.

The whole reasoning part of the court went on for another hour, sadly.

Although- afterwards the Chancellor passed me a letter saying: I am sorry that it had to come to an inquest however you know the pressure of a rising political star can have.

Even if the court forced me to dissolve the Order, you would still be a fighting force since I would have made you a ghost type of Order.

Finally, the Lord Commander isn't against you the Senator made him produce witnesses so you can if you want... well, you know.

I have some battle orders for you later as well.

Live well and long.

Charlie.

I knew exactly what she meant.

A few seconds later, Reece had left the courtroom to go back to his chambers.

Therefore, I followed.

Meanwhile, I contacted an operative that I kept on Earth. For I had some business for her to take care of...

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# chapter 22

CAUTIOUSLY ENTERING the alien slimy triangular doorway, the team were as they heard chanting, a lot of chanting.

The reactor chamber was a vast two kilometres tall oval chamber with an orange hive-like structure on its wall.

Subsequently, halfway up was the door connected to an octagonal platform was the Cineachan second in command as well as eight other Cineachan sorcery. Standing at each corner and with the Diviner in the middle.

"Wait till my mark," Garro ordered.

"Of course, Garro," they returned.

Now some people might think that Grand Master was more respectful; however, the team had been friends for far too long. Therefore, it would have seemed alien to call each other by titles.

They only called each other by titles on official occasions.

Lord of the Death I summon thee to come to us. Flood into our world to be led by me. As I command thee with this.

The second in command drew a large Thor-like hammer.

With a wave Garro made the team stay put as he approached this summoning.

"This won't work,"

Why not, Grand Master?

"Because you're missing four of your sorcerers,"

The alien leader looked confused.

The Grand Master clicked this finger, and four of the sorcerers collapsed into the lava abyss below as they flew off the platform.

Without permission, the team stepped forward.

Suddenly, they froze and were floated over to the Second in Command. Furthermore, they were floating over the abyss.

"That's why I told you to stay back," Garro warned.

Inside their armour prison, they smiled in guilt.

Even now, Angels, I can sense your will in attempting to break my spell. Also, I must confess your will is strong. Yet is it strong enough?

In retaliation, Garro shot the rest of the sorcerers dead. Like the Magi assassin he was.

That captured the leader's attention.

"What was happening to the doctors on my ship?"

We were testing them. Soon, Garro, your galaxy will be plagued by my undead army. In addition, you shouldn't doubt my power.

A green portal started to open behind him.

"Stop- you will release them," Garro ordered focusing his will.

You really think you can place me in fear's hand.

Ten battlesuits thundered down onto the platform.

Kortana screamed: "Oh god this is a trap,"

"No, of course, it isn't," Garro sighted. "However, I'm telling this to the whole Order there is one person; if you don't want to die painfully; that you never ever trap,"

"Who's that Grand Master Garro?" Kortana said, knowing the answer.

"Me!"

With that, Garro launched a type of moldy ill green plague bomb from his staff onto each of the battlesuits.

The pain was of an immense portion. It was like been set on fire, stabbed a million times, being eaten alive and a billion more unpleased things.

"Kortana hack into this reactor please,"

"I'll try,"

Impressive Grand Master. However, when I say two more words, I will disappear. Therefore, you can save your friends or kill me. You're choice.

Then afterwards, his friends began to fell.

Octagon Trans.

Garro dived to the floor to magic up a silver rug to capture his friends.

Meanwhile, the alien leader's body started to dematerialise.

Out on the overhead speakers, Kortana screamed: "Where are you going?"

Four hive-like structure exploded behind the Diviner.

Knocking him forwards, Garro met him.

"I hope you know the punishment for trapping me,"

Suddenly, the Diviner tried to move his hands to force Garro to be slammed away.

However, Garro made his staff touch the alien's forehead, and it screamed. As a result of every cell in his body was being destroyed agonisingly.

You are going against the Republic law of capturing and interrogating a high-ranking alien. Plus, there is two more Galaxy's End, and they were built on Hiuidium.

The last words the alien ever hear was: "No I have my own way to deal with certain aliens. Nevertheless- never doubt my loyalty to my Republic,"

As the Diviner's body was being destroyed. The hammer rolled off the platform as well as when it fell. A little portal opened to reveal a well-decomposed hand reached out. To catch it.

The hand took the hammer back into the realm of the Undead.

When the rug thing floated back up, Garro clicked his fingers, and his team was free.

"Well, that was terrible. Why doesn't it affect you?" Hew asked Garro.

"Because I'm too powerful for it to work,"

"Team, shall we?" Kortana asked.

Everyone starting to unload their weapons all over the chambers at the remaining threats.

Garro started a firestorm. Purging the chamber.

Fires spread throughout the chamber like wildfire.

"Garro we need to go," Penelope said.

"No, we need to get Kortana out,"

The team paused thinking: 'Yes she is like a sister to us but is she worth our lives?'

"Yes, we do Garro," they agreed.

However, since the weapon was started to fall apart, would they survive to reach her?

Nevertheless- as they started to leave the reactor chamber. The door got slammed shut before they could exit.

"Kortana what happened?" Hew desperately asked, since more fires started to engulf the reactor room.

"I don't know. Oh, it's a security management issue. Which we, as a team, cannot undo. You're on your own,"

"Great," Garro said.

From the green portal, ten dead zombies stumbled out.

"Garro?"

The Grand Master didn't even think because to stop his friends from being hurt. He launched himself at the bodies.

Although, with a simple hand movement, the zombie threw Garro magically away. Slamming him into the door.

"For the republic," Hew whispered, throwing himself as the tornado of death into the group of the undead.

Sadly, he didn't even cut them.

"What are they made from?"

"Magic," Garro answered, limping over.

"Magic?"

"Yes, when they enter..."

The words dried out in Garro's mouth as he created an idea to escape.

"Kortana you know the theory of magical transportation,"

"Yes,"

"Then I should be able to..."

"Use the portal as a magical power relay to travel around the ship,"

"Come on team," Garro said, marching over to the portal. Using his magic to freeze the zombies for a minute.

"What now?" Penelope asked.

Garro extended his hand, as well as a long blue column of magic, came out. Upon its contact with the portal, it turned a sort of baby blue.

"Quickly now children," Garro joked, jumping into the portal.

The rest quickly followed. Noticing that the bodies were starting to move.

As the portal closed, the whole chamber started to collapse.

They reappeared by the console were Kortana was plugged in.

"Come on get me out of here," Kortana screamed.

"No, I might just wait," Garro said, standing there.

The team was anxious.

Next, some cracks started to appear on the ships.

"Time to go," Garro unplugged Kortana. She typed in the coordinates for the teleporter.

Finally, in a puff of blue smoke, they were got as the ship exploded in specular fashion.

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# Chapter 23

IN A POSH ANCIENT LONDON restaurant, the two witnesses of the Senator; Mu as well as Suesi; was sitting comfortably at the dinner table.

Around them, dishes floated around, and bright globes of light zoomed overhead to ensure excellent view.

"I never thought I would be eating here on the top ten restaurants in the Republican empire," Mu said.

"Neither did I, however..."

A waitress came over slowly and gave the two witnesses a type of pink cocktail.

"On the house people," the waitress' face was shielded by an odd shadow. The rest of her dress was encased in an expensive gold leaf.

Suesi grabbed her hand.

"Wait I know you,"

"Sorry madam I don't know you,"

Mu grabbed her wrist.

"Yes, I saw you at the tribunal,"

Coldly the waitress said; "Oh yes you were the witnesses,"

She hurried off.

"These look nice," Suesi said, drinking the cocktail. Concurrently with Mu.

"So why did we agree to lie about our testimonies,"

"Because Suesi when the Senator, as well as the God-Cabal, join forces. The Republic will be divided, and I don't know about you however I would love to be in a place of authority,"

"Such as the Lord Commander or the Lord Admiral. I do hate the lord Admiral..."

"As do we all," Mu finished her, then it happened. Their bodies started to feel the most horrific pain imaginable. Their bodies began to burn as well as melt inside out.

Subsequently, they heard one sentence in their burning minds: Never try to destroy my Order because I will kill everyone who tries to damage or annihilate my Order.

"The waitress- she poisoned us. She's an operative,"

Of course, she was the lead operative of the Supreme Grand Master.

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ENTERING A HIGH-CLASS law office, Jeremy travelled in arrogantly.

The Senator walked over to him.

"Why are you here in my private chambers?"

"Because I must say something to you,"

"What?" the Senator snapped.

"Well, you tried to damage my Order. You tried to destroy me,"

"The Magi Order is a criminal organisation,"

Jeremy placed a hand on Reece's left shoulder.

"You are a threat to the republic I'm trying to build,"

The Senator looked confused, was that comment of heresy?

"One last thing Reece why exactly go to all this trouble?"

"Because the Magi aren't what they're meant to be. They act like gods or high beings, and they're a threat to the Republic. One day you'll see,"

"I already see. Nobody will stop me. Goodbye Reece," the Supreme Grand Master said, a symphony of pain flooded Reece's system as all his life energy was being absorbed into the Magi leader's hand.

"What are you doing?"

Jeremy whispered: "Killing you. Plus, the glory of it's that this won't show up on an autopsy. You will die naturally,"

"Your own arrogance will kill you,"

"Maybe, but I will destroy my enemies,"

Reece's body collapsed hard onto the floor.

Jeremy kicked the body and walked away, smiling.

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# chapter 24

ON THE BRIDGE OF THE Fist of Magicum, the merry band of heroes- including Garro, Ben and their teams, Torical, Kortana as well as Maura- were gathered around a tiny circular red oak table. Celebrating their victory over the repulsive Order with a small glass of red wine. Which Torical probably borrowed from Garro's personal cellars back on Magicum. Furthermore, for some weird reason, Maura had changed into an elegant slim fitting silver studded dress; as well as all the officers and other staff were sent off to do finishing sweeps of the area.

Moreover, the glasses were little more than doll glasses in the Angels' hands. Around the Angels and Garro, Torical and Maura were dwarfed by them.

Kortana whispered in Garro's ear: "I thought you didn't like parties?"

"I don't hence we're having a small drink with friends,"

"Oh, now I see,"

Garro held a toast: "Today we remember the fallen and it was with their lives that we may endure. Nonetheless, it was by a group effort that we managed to destroy Galaxy's End,"

Garro turned firmly to Ben "Ben a word,"

Ben and the Grand Master walked over carefully to the front of the bridge. Looking upon the chucks of wreckage.

"I have new battle-orders for you. By Order of the Republican High council, you are hereby ordered to... surrender all your fleet commander rights as well as you are now under serious review under High Command and the Magi Order. I'm sorry Ben,"

"Why?"

"Because of your stunt,"

"But the ships were empty. I sent all of the crew to other ships,"

"Firstly, the ships aren't cheap as well as it wasn't authorised,"

"So, you support this!"

"No!" Garro shouted as Ben stormed off.

"How do you feel?" Maura asked.

"Like a bridge has been burn. If only he knew that without me, he would be a mere engine worker or he would be fired and sent to Earth,"

"Well, you tried,"

Garro smiled at the girl's comment and felt something. From searching her mind, he knew she felt it too.

Perhaps the seeds of a special type of friendship.

"Lastly, First Captain Maura, you are amazing because you've changed from a shy girl two days ago to this mighty figure. You do know that your name means great?"

She nodded.

To their left, everyone saw the largest Slidespace portal ever opened. It was twice the Earth's sun's diameter.

Out of it came six hundred and sixty-six million ships all in assorted colours. Although- they were in certain colours.

Immediately, Garro noticed that the black ships were Jeremy's fleet, the crimson ships were the entire first Angel company, the orange ships were the whole second Angel company as well as there was the whole third company in green ships.

"Why has Jeremy brought four entire companies here?" Garro asked Torical.

"I don't know why?"

A Kingfisher came bombing out of the large almost cathedral-like ship in the centre of the fleet, the Supreme Grand Master's flagship.

"I guess I better go to the hanger and meet him. Quick question Torical why didn't you take your admiral exam?"

"Because I can't survive another rubbish exam,"

Walking out Garro bellowed: "You don't have to. I've emailed you ten self-mark questions. Do them, and I'll sign you off. The rest you'll do off your experience,"

Torical beamed at the possibility of becoming more than a mere captain, but he wondered, is Garro; his best friend; serving an agenda? Maybe he wants a friend in authority and overall a better Lord Admiral? Leading the Admiralty.

Down in the hanger, Garro, as well as his team, stood at east as Jeremy's black as night Kingfisher doors opened slowly.

Jeremey walked out proudly.

"Grand Master Garro, how are you?"

"Supreme Grand Master I am good thank you,"

Of course, the two leaders didn't have to do this; however, they wanted to demonstrate how much respect they had for one another.

"You have done well Garro. Two dead leaders, one of the twelve Cineachan Lords, are dead, one captured and one escaped. That is a good day's work,"

"Thank you, but it was..."

Jeremy hated that Garro was always so modest.

"Why have you brought three Angel companies here?"

"Because these are my personal companies now out of the ten companies the Republic has to offer; they have been for the past year; also, I'm taking them to take an alien world. Which there is a hammer which can level planets and rise the undead,"

"Interesting,"

Garro was concerned.

"I bring unwelcoming news as well Garro,"

"What is it?" Garro's tone changed to a gentle yet a tone filled with rage.

"Your team must go to the Ghost system. To act as reinforcements," Jeremy said, handing him the battle-order signed by the Chancellor herself.

Garro's team entered another Kingfisher to be taken to the Saviour class ship with all the refugees. Therefore, they could all go to safety before the team could travel to the Ghost system.

The Ghost system was the historic centre of a huge battle in the centre where the two superpowers' empires met. This was draining a full ten per cent of the Republic's strength. It was so important because the system provides a large portion of the Republic's resources.

Therefore, if that falls, the Republic could fall. Moreover, it was the only place in the known universe where you can make a clear Slidespace jump to Earth.

"Team stay safe. If you're in danger whisper and I'll come running, and your attackers will burn bright! Become my beacon of Death."

The team nodded and flew off. Partly scared.

"Such a lovely team you have,"

"No, they aren't my team... they are my family,"

"If you wish to think like that,"

"Why break us up Jeremy?"

He looked to the floor.

"Because Grandmaster you don't believe you're a high being, and you don't make the best use of your powers,"

"You know I don't believe in that part of the Magi Order,"

"One-day Garro you might not have a choice,"

Garro decided to change the topic: "You lied to me!"

"What are you talking about?"

"About my parents?"

Out of Jeremy's hand, a file appeared.

Garro opened it.

Silence.

"So, this tells me that my parents were called: Slaughterer and Night Bringer,"

"And their last mission before they went missing,"

"Hiuidium! I'm going to Hiuidium and why were their records deleted?"

Garro was a bit hesitant to go to the Iarannthan Homeworld because it was heavily fortified however if you took out the Order's central shipping station. Then you can make the Order blind for long enough to launch a silent attack.

"The Galaxy is big a place Garro you must learn some answers for yourself. In addition, with the Order creating a plague, the Galaxy will need a hero Garro. They will need you," Walking away Jeremy was. "One last thing- the first company is yours. Introducing First Lieutenant Jon,"

As Jeremy entered the transport. Jon left.

The transport flew away quickly.

Garro whispered to Kortana: "Torical's better,"

"I know,"

"Wait on the bridge Jon and I'll be with you shortly,"

Jon ran off.

"Kortana set us a course for the Order's shipping station in the Mort system,"

With that, Garro's fleet launched themselves into Slidespace in pursuit of their next venture.

Garro wondered: 'If Death wants me, then I will destroy all of his forms'

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