Paradigm Mine

'TriFynn'

The Atomas, from their inception onward knew; their lives were one of servitude. Despite the laws of violence; the civil war that erupted between them and their Creators The Laquins; would scatter both races to the deepest areas of space.

Much like their Human counterparts; population growth was eventual. However; the Events regarding the presence of Trifynn on Drakis Prime was strange.

It was said Atomas didn't engage in acts of coupling or reproduction. Although being possible, it was a generally private thing and rarely spoke of.  The mental and even pandemic view the Atomas had of themselves; devalued any desire to continue their race. Said maybe in a better way; Birth rates were needless low.

As the thousands milled around the group; Trifynn ensured he and his child would not be discovered. He was quite proficient at this.

Trifynn himself was no stranger to war or conflict. It was rumoured he was the last atoma to leave Atmos Prime. More accurately however; it was he who released their home world to the Laquins. He obviously; if this were true, had no desire to advertise this.

In the meantime; Cred and the others met the mythical Nirashti and began to forge close friendships while, Trifynn achieved his mission and slipped away without being detected.

As the repairs to the city were now complete; Zypher and the rest were now treated as The Honoured Dead. They didn't like the tile- but the name implied Locally; they were hero's.

Regardless of how much The Nevicks tried to remind the Nirashti; Their old views were fairly engrained in them. This resulted in random soldier's volunteering to fight with them in their next battle. They were confused further when they would respond with, "Our mission's are that of peace."

The Nevicks possessed only one weapon that even made the Nirashti squirm; it was their Kortrat Swords.

Swords like these bypass their chitin based alloy armour. Literally slicing directly through from first contact.

Cred explained it this way to one solider; "The Kortrat sword wasn't issued for battle. They were issued to clear a path. Most planets were settled by The Nevicks.  Even in many cases; FOR the Nevicks."

The Nirashti who he was speaking to was a warrior of sorts. Thinking about what he said he replied. "Jager-Cred why then does the Title: Sword master apply to you?" Creds reply was near instant. "As your race knows; you can't be sure unless; you're sure."

This response acknowledges he has no desire for battle; but will respond if he 'sure' there's no other way.

The group considered that perhaps their imprint on this planet had reached its Zenith. The decision to leave was reached.

Hordes of Mordors were now in mitosis. Many of the females with the news of so many deaths, had chosen to Be impregnated. There was no denying; Their race needed to recover.

The Yellow Dragon had requested their attendance; they slowly entered the cavern and bowed before the regal looking creature. Zypher had designed an armour that would protect the dragon in the future. It wore the armour proudly.

An Ornate face place and chest plates now covered her vitals. It was made of a weaved Kortrat. The skills of Zypher and Mia were now quite acutely evident.

Kortrat was not an alloy that obeyed directions. Yet the particle that had resonated and attached itself to the parties DNA; remained. By applying this power; Kortrat obeyed.

The yellow dragon spoke and the cave echoed. Small packs of mordors ran in threes freely nearby.

"Defenders of Drakis, You will be revered here as hero's. We only ask that you keep youre sworn oath to keep as much of the war from our planets. To defend this home word as your own. We would like to send you 10 of our Elite guards as a token of our alliance and appreciation. Upon their Glorious Death; we will send you 20 more. You will no longer fight alone."