Dialect and The Legate flew together in the darkness, silence was the moment.
So how did you get out of Dahomeyia, Dialect asked, and The Legate said, Atonement.
I knew I had to crown Message with the new Dahomeyian Rulership, hubris was in my breath.
Because I thought she deserved it after all the pain I had brought her through this death.
I went through the Great Beyond looking, but I could not find her in her presence.
But I felt in my heart she was there, even though she was trapped in an angry essence.
As I was traveling I saw a load with her inside unconscious, I pierced a hole to free.
Then I left before she would wake up, and know that it was me.
What will Message do when she sees you Dialect asked, and The Legate said I don’t care.
I am done wandering from Realmic Span to Realmic Span, I will make my last stand there.

The Nova Knights prepared to leave, and Dragon-Man dreaded that soon was his trial.
Then Message said, The door is locked, and Breastplate-Bearer no longer had a smile.
Shark-Devil called out in the darkness, Message, this should bring back memories.
Breastplate-Bearer said, We have to get out and Dragon-Man grimaced and said My enemy.
Lady of the Night warned, The Isotrain Mechanism will not open as long as we are imprisoned.
Dragon-Man asked The Dragon-Power, How do we get out, and the Dragon Power said, **** him.
Dragon-Man ran down the stairs to the Holdment, and pressed his watch to the stand.
But it was no use, the Isotrain Mechanism refused to open or respond to his command.
Breastplate-Bearer called out, Hey if we will die, at least we died together strong.
Dragon-Man curtly replied, I don’t intend on dying, when my trial would prove me wrong.
Suddenly the Ararian Tower was opened, and the skies were filled with rain.
There is only one man that can do this, Drent said, and I thought I would never see him again.

The Legate touched down near the Tower, and Dialect ordered the Diablo Robots to assemble.
Message watched from the Tower unmoved, because her heart was hurting still.
Dragon-Man urged, Our fight is outside, now that we can go and leave the Tower.
Be careful with these Shark-Devil, called out the wise counsel of the Dragon-Power.
Dragon-Man said, Breastplate-Bearer, you will pilot the Isotrain Mechanism for fire.
Lady of the Night, take out the Paroah Chariot as a Battlefare Platform when things get dire.
Shark-Devil said, I will end you all, The Federation and the hopeless The Legate as well.
The Legate I hope you enjoyed your time at the Great Beyond, this time you are going to hell!
The Legate stepped down, and said, I would like to have a moment with my daughter.
Officer Thon noticed, Could not hurt for a family reunion, before we begin the slaughter.

The Legate went to Drent and Message, and they both looked on him displeased.
The Legate fell down to a Coronation Stance, with one hand down and forward knees.
What are you doing? Shrieked Message, and Drent coldly said, Father this is embarrassing.
The Legate replied, I am claiming the Dahomeyian Rulership as my own, so I can give it in.
You see, I kept the Coronation Verdict on me to give it to Message as Imperial Candidate promoted.
But Drozen interrupted the proceedings with his violence so I held on to it instead.
When I came back to where our home planet was, all of the inhabitants were dead.
Message I warned you about that mercenary fool, but you refused to take heed.
I was stripped of my Dahomeyian Rulership for unbecoming conduct of greed.

Message was speechless, and she did not know what to think or tell.
Shark-Devil mocked, I’ve always wanted to **** a king, and now one is available.
Father get up, Message pleaded, We would need you in this Battlefare to live.
I fear it is too late for me, The Legate intoned, and fell backwards over the cliff.
Message cried out No, as Drent had to be restrained from going after him.
Then Message took the Coronation Verdict and said, I am now the Federation Helmetchief.
As holder of the Dahomey Leadership, Shark-Devil I condemn you to death.
You and what army, Shark-Devil asked, and Dialect said, The Diablo-Robots of the Numberless Clans
And Drent said, the Patriot Knighthood Way stand by them to lend a fighting hand.
Shark Devil your transgressions are ended, said a voice that pierced the darkness.
Flying down from the skies with the Federation on Centaur-Raptors who shook the earth.
The Federation is assembled and now is the time to answer the cry for relief.
It was the Covenantal Project, who came by piercing the Presenceless Weave.
Shark-Devil yelled out Charge, and the Ongolic Horde stepped forward to Battlefare stand.
The Covenential Project told Message, All we wait for your Rulership is for you to say the command.

Message put on Lady of the Night’s garment, and it changed her countenance
Take this watch, Dragon-Man said, it is the access to the Winged Fire-Lance.
You press this button on top and then the Fire Lance is yours to wield.
This is just a reconnaissance mission and Message curtly replied, If Drozen comes I will not yield.
This Winged Lance-fire is the perfect instrument to pierce Drozen’s chest box.
Dragon-Man shook his head but he knew there was no use arguing when the SheTalkMan talks.
So Message left the Isotrain Mechanism to go to the Logre Market to buy
And also to inquire where Drozen was, because Message also appointed herself a spy.

Legate, one of the Federation is here, the traveler with the Nourishless Caravans said with glee.
I don’t concern myself with a mere mouthpiece, that is a tiny morsel, the Legate replied to he.
Message came to the market, and asked, Excuse me, but have you seen the Drozen creature.
I am looking for Commander of the Numberless Clans who is this high with these features.
The being replied, I’m confused, I thought you were here to barter and watch gladiators?
Message yelled, You don’t sound like a Scimitan, and she drew out her Celestial Blade Saber.
He kneeled with terrified pleas, Please, your Imperial Candidacy, I am a Dahomeyian  who came here to survive.
If I tell you where Drozen is, he will make sure I will not remain soon alive.
Message put the Celestial Blade Saber back in the Estateian Scabbard, and said, Subject follow me.
You will use these Premo-Cartridge Gems to purchase the Federation some elite weaponry.
Meanwhile I will hunt for Drozen, using the Decipherment Charter to receive what you know.
Drozen has been reaping Death across these Realmic spans, and it is time for him to pay what he owe!

Message and the Dahomeyian Subject set off, and soon reached the market with this plan to destroy.
Meanwhile Dragon-Man was waiting in the wings with the Isotrain Mechanism, shielded by the alloy.
The Dahomeyian Subject went to the bartering station, and asked, I would like some fire power.
The person threw back his head and laughed mocking, I am sure you would, this is the final hour.
Help, Help! The Dahomeyian cried out, and Message started running to this man’s aid.
The man stood up and said, Diablo-Robots arise, and suddenly the place was filled with with raid.
So you are alone, Drozen taunted, as Message took out the Celestial Blade Saber and Winged Fire Lance.
Is this the way to treat the suitor you spurned because as an Imperial Candidate you couldn’t handle romance?
I have already sunk an Anvilic Block  into this Dahomeyian’s mind, and if you don’t come he will die.
Message was so shocked at this sheer evil that she, for once, was unable to reply.

Message extended her Celestial Blade Saber into the Dahomeyian’s head, and he fell with a thud.
Lady of the Night yelled out, No! And Message down below said, Take heed this is the first shed blood.
Drozen screamed, Attack, attack, and Dragon-Man said, This is the War the Federation was built for.
So let us go as the Federation to conquer in victory, because Message needs us for this  Battlefare war.
The Isotrain-Mechanism began firing, and Breast-plate Bearer was laughing as the missiles hit.
What’s so funny, Lady of the Night barked, Oh it is amusing the one who speaks would start conflict.
Message was on the ground, and used both her weapons to deadly effect.
Dragon-Man told Breastplate-Bearer to stay and fire, while the Federation went in the Paroah chariot.

The Paroah Chariot rumbled over the ground, hitting Diablo-Robots and rolling over their remains.
The battle was sometime fierce, and those who were dead had a better fate than those in pain.
Message was fighting alongside, and Dragon-Man used the Abyss Sword for deadly lightling.
The Diablo-Robots fell back terrified, because the blinding heat was so frightening.
Drozen cried out, Advance, but they stood by sullen, afraid of this fight.
Then stepping forward to speak and break the impasse was Lady of the Night.
I offer a solution for this impasse, because neither you nor us can win this toil
We will offer you Message for a Claimant joust, and the victor will gain all spoil.
Message said I volunteer on behalf of my people-nation, to save this planet I will be a  gladiator.
Because I left one planet that was destroyed, so this one I can be a savior.
Dragon-Man whispered, are you crazy, and Lady of the Night said Reinforcements are coming.
The Covenantial Project is leading them, but we need to stall for the time being.
This Claimant Joust will give us time, and Message can handle herself.
I just need my garment back, so I could disguise as a Diablo-Robot for stealth.

Message was on the Alieno-Machine, and Drozen said, Now we as brethren are united.
We should have a lover’s quarrel every now and then so that none of us are dead.
It is better to step forward in my presence, then hide forever in the shadows.
Message defiantly replied, I stay there because it is my position to continue battle.
Drozen said haughtily, Battle, how could you say such horrible things and who really sent ye?
Message banged on the door and yelled, I come as the Imperial Candidate to pass judgment to execute thee.
Drozen said, Fine, if that is what you wish, you can lose this Claimant Joust and be gone.
In the midst of it all Lady of the Night was watching in her garment, and wondered what the hell  was going on.

Dragon-Man and Drent prepared to face off, in a fight one would not survive.
Breastplate-Bearer was grinning from ear to ear, because in these environments he thrived.
Lady of the Night and Message took their positions, and listened for Dragon-Man’s signal.
Then Drent cried out, I want all of them wiped from this forsaken planet, and Message giggled.
What’s so funny, Drent barked, and Message laughed, You will never be good at a Battlefare Intonment.
Brother you were always the one to take the good and turn it into Drent.
Brother! Lady of the Night and Dragon-Man asked in utter shock.
Yeah he is a Dahomeyian and a useless, spoiled chip off the old block.

The Bracti took out their Howitzer-Rockets and Drent said, **** everything that moves!
Lady of the Night fought valiantly, as if she had something to prove.
Message reached out with her Death-Hand and put it into a Bracti’s chest.
By the time she reached the other side, he was a bloodied pulp of a mess.
Dragon-Man tried to get close to Drent, but Bracti were always interfering.
Meanwhile Breastplate-Bearer was fighting strong like a warrior apparent.
Suddenly everyone heard a voice to stop, that was so strong they fell to that command.
Both Dragon-Man and Drent tumbled down together, but they were so weak they could not stand.

Who are you, asked Dragon-Man in a tone enfeebled by this noise that did not destroy.
I am the The Covenantal Project, it replied, The masteress of the Chyrsanium Alloy.
I am the Marshal who presides over the Dragon Power, and called you to the Federation.
Drent, you will be head of the Patriot Knight Way, and fight alongside Dragon-Man.
And why should I obey you, sneered Drent as he got up off of shaken knees.
It is a choice, said The Covenantal Project, but this time choose wisely.
Drent snarled, How can I fight alongside someone I always wanted to decimate?
And Dragon-Man replied angrily, It was not just you, I too fought a long time with hate.
But if this is true, we must put aside our differences and fight as a Federation to be free.
We will either bury our enemies together, or our enemies will bury us separately.
                  
Drent said, See this face, how could I lead a Knight Way of the Federation with these features!
The Covenantal Project said, There is a Nectarskin with healing balm that cure your Injury Fevers.
Message was smiling, Lady of the Night was frowning and Breastplate Bearer was talking to Bractii.
Drent said, Okay, and Dragon-Man whispered, It will be alright, I too would have fought me.
The Dragon-Power were watching the proceedings, and most of them could not have more glee.

Segril of the Dragon-Power was saying, the Federation is fully formed, and now we can Battlefare.
Etil was silent because he did not realize the Covenantial Project would arrive over there.
Dragon-Men asked Drent, So, where is the Logre Markets I heard so much above
Drent said in a hushed tone, They are closed for this Quadrant Rotation because of the Clamant joust.
They take beings from other planets and turn them into Paridiate Gladiators.
We would have to lay low until it is over, because they might take us for later.
Message chirped, O Brother, are you afraid of a little Claimant jousting  because of your youth.
Drent was silent because he knew that his sister’s words were the absolute truth.

The Diablo Robots arrived to Drozen, and one of them asked Please master have mercy.
Drozen snarled, Mercy is for creatures who win, and deserve that right as worthy.
I will not **** you, but you will go to Lavaic Mines to make my weaponry.
Perhaps in the future I will take you and you will be of some use to me.
Etil and the Council of the Faceless Tongues were arguing over the next plan.
Drozen said, I will take care of all of them, Drent, the Federation and Dragon-Man.
The Legate said, I sense a presence that I have not seen a long Realmic span.
Is it Drozen? Asked Dialect, No, it is the someone I actually respects.
The being who spans  against rotations and against spans,  the Covenantial Project.

Message stepped off of the Isotrain Mechanism and breathed a sigh of relief. That breath was labored, because of the remains of Vibrate’s destruction of Schmita. “We will rename you Dahomeyia”, she spoke out loud. “You will suffer no more”, she said as her words echoed in the air. She listened for the space to speak back and nodded as if to agree with what she already said. She looked back and saw The Alliance Project gingerly step off of the spacecraft.
Message shouted at him, “You can breathe the air, it is like your oxygen silly”. The Alliance Project looked up and said, “This planet is beautiful it is just like Earth”. “Our Earth”, Message replied. The Alliance Project pointed to Drent, who was directing the construction of the new planet.” I could think of no better man to tell people what to do”, The Alliance Project mused. “I can”, Message  replied smiling, looking into his eyes.
The Alliance Project and Message got to the Rulership Palace in the middle of their new kingdom. It was still being renovated, but the main body was finished. The Alliance Project took off his shoes, grinned and said, “Come here, I want to show you something.”  Message giggled and pulled back and said, Chances are, I already saw it.
He motioned Message over and turned on his laptop. It turned on and The Alliance Project asked, “Did Drent set up the wi-fi yet. I have to watch my movies.” Message pointed,
“The wi-fi is Dahomeyian Rulership and the password is Legate.” She sighed for a second, but The Alliance Project did not notice as he typed.
“Got it!” The Alliance Project yelped as he pulled up their wedding. Message smiled as The Alliance Project pointed out the people of the Federation and his law school who were there.
He then fast-forwarded to the wedding kiss. He teased, “Aww we bumped noses.” “You bumped my nose first!”, Message giggled.
They watched the rest of the wedding until they were in each other’s arms. The Alliance Project whispered to himself, as Message laid asleep next to him. “This is the peace I looked for and that I always wanted. It may be on a different planet, but maybe I needed to come here to find rest.”
“Honey did you say something?” Message questioned as she pushed up on the sofa. “Nope”, The Alliance Project said as he cracked a smile. It was the first smile he had in a while.
Suddenly The Alliance Project’s cell phone rang. “Enjoying the wi-fi?” Drent said laughing.  “It’s like the dial-up in my youth but it would have to do.” The Alliance Project replied.
Message got up and said, I have to go meet with the Peacemonger of Strengthened Weapons, I will be back. They kissed briefly, and Message stepped out of the door. The Alliance Project looked under the bed and pulled out the Abyss Sword.  He held it up in the air and whispered, “Old friend you have been retired.” Then the Alliance Project kissed the Abyss Sword.
“I hope you don’t kiss Message with that mouth!” The Alliance Project rapidly turned about and saw Drent, with a smile that was half-smirk, half-grin. They embraced, former enemies who were now not only friends, but relatives.  Drent sat down on the couch and said, I have to show you something important.
Drent got onto The Alliance Project’s computer and pulled up a Interstellar Map. He pointed to a dot on the Map and said, “See that?” “What, I don’t see anything” The Alliance Project squinted as he looked at a tiny dot moving across the Realmic Span. Drent said, “I think that is Essence and she comes to planets who are in danger of being destroyed. She is headed to our planet.” The Alliance Project questioned, “ But she is so far away, what do we do in the meantime?”
“We wait.”

The Covenantial Project and Message went up to the Earth’s surface.
Message was grim all over her face, because she had to fight for a purpose.
To free Dragon-Man from the Great Beyond, because now he was like kin.
The Covenantial Project prepared the Isotrain Mechanism for the battle they were in.
Message protested, No one can touch the Abyss Sword, because no one was deemed worthy.
The Covenantial Project said with reassurance, I know how to override its Lock feature so don’t worry.
He pushed a button on his belt, and suddenly the Abyss Sword was in his hand.
And the Isotrain Mechanism was ready to be at the Covenantial Project’s command.
Breastplate-Bearer was still in the Paroah Chariot, trying to fix Lady of the Night’s broken body.
The efforts of it all made Breastplate-Bearer utter language that was not wholesome or godly.
He called out to Message, You guys go on ahead, she will need the Federation doctors for surgery.
But don’t forget to contact back and don’t play heroine if you require us for an emergency.

Message, The Covenantial Project, and Dialect went down into the Great Beyond’s depths.
Where the dead was separated from the living, and those who couldn’t live from those with breath.
Suddenly they heard a shout in the distance and Dialect readied the Life-force Missiles.
There was suddenly Acider Flame droplets on the windshield because it began to drizzle.
Off in the distance, Message saw two specks fighting and circling each other warily around.
She pointed out, Look there is Dragon-Man, and Dialect replied, we must respect their fight on this ground.
Message bit her tongue, but secretly she wanted to go there and even the odds.
Because what chance did Dragon-Man have against a beast, that carried on it a God?
Message saw Dragon-Man put his hand into Frenquenwave’s mouth and go through the other side.
She had to check twice if Frenquenwave could survive such a blow, but he died.
The Isotrain Mechanism touched down, and Message ran to Dragon-Man and said.
You are free now, and Dragon-Man answered grimly, No I am King of the Dead.

Message stepped back in shock, and Dialect responded, He has breathed too much fumes hard.
The Covenantial Project stepped forward and told Dragon-Man, This is the Abyss Sword.
You are not King of the Dead you are Master of The Lighting Bladed Combat.
Dragon-Man starred at the Abyss Sword, but then it began to get bright so he sat.
The light flashed for a second, and then dimmed down as Dragon-Man shook his face.
He asked, Where am I and why are we in this horrid, wretched place.
Message clapped her hand, and The Covenential Project intoned, The Abyss Sword deems you fit.
To wield this blade in every capacity, where Battlefare calls for it.
You see, when you stabbed Message, The Abyss Sword had to lock itself.
Because it was unsure if you were an enemy of Vibrate in stealth.
But when you killed Frequenwave, you proved your worth once and for all.
So rise up Dragon-Man, and take this sword, because now you can stand tall.
Dragon-Man got up and raised the Abyss Sword with his right arm.
The light from it was blinding, and creatures ran to protect themselves from harm.
Then Dragon-Man boarded the Isotrain Mechanism, he was now installed as pilot.
He told the Covenantial Project, Dialect, and Message, Now we must go hunt Vibrate.
Use the resources of the Federation, and in every Realmic Span we strive.
Because there can be no peace, as long as Vibrate and her evil is still alive.