"How does he always get dragged into trouble! And then he drags me right after him! He got me into a mess and he knows he's my only way out. That man is a living pandora's box I swear to god." Bob was ranting with only the hynx to hear as they flew low above the sand dunes that bathed in the faint glow of the moons above.

"My life was just beginning to balance out until that junkie's damn bounty ended up in my damn mail!"

The hynx nodded duly whilst looking at the dunes below.

"And you you freaky little fuck, you're just full of surprises too aren't you! That frickin gorilla stunt you pulled back there was way out of order… but." Bob paused as he pulled up a container that held a bunch of the red star shaped fruits that had transformed the hynx.

"You might be useful after all…" he smiled and looked at the creature who was pushing his face up against the cockpit window.

It exclaimed in a loud chitter and began pointing at something on the horizon.

"What are you chittering on about little monkey?" Bob exclaimed as he dragged his attention forward.

From the other side of a dune, in the distance a dark sphere slowly rose into view.

"That's them! Shit I don't have Hans! Hmmm… he'll be fine for a couple hours longer, I've gotta get me one of them priests." He said as he accelerated the craft.

"And with these little game changers, you might be up for some action puff ball." He said with a grin as he threw the container of fruits to the hynx who caught it and gulped in apprehension.

As they approached the sphere they noticed it was levitating still above a maze of canyons below.

Deciding to err on the side of caution, Bob dimmed all of the lights on the craft and descended into the caverns below.

"Probably best to approach from below, who knows what kind of tech that ship has on board…"

Before he turned a corner, multiple heat signatures flared up on his radar.

"What the hell! What are these things? There's hundreds of them." He muttered.

He landed the craft and armed himself with his combat suit and all the weaponry he could fit on his person.

"Time to shine fuzzy, you and me are gonna creep our way over there and find out what's what, you with me little dog?" He said addressing the hynx whilst retrieving two of the transforming fruits from the container.

The hynx nodded and jumped atop Bob's shoulder.

"Let's roll." He said as he crouched and moved quickly through the canyon.

He ducked behind a corner and pulled out his binoculars.

Peeking around the corner he zoomed in to see the elaborate myriad of moonstone temples and structures built into and throughout the canyon and caverns.

"Holy cow…" he murmured as he saw the thousands of slithering broncheans moving with regimented grace throughout the cavernous kingdom in front of him.

The giant sphere ship was directly above a large palatial structure that stood jutting out of a deep canyon.

"Bingo." He said as he flicked the switch from his multi blaster to concentrated incendiary rounds.

"Let's see if these bugs like a little bit of fire." He said before continuing his advance.

Bob and the hynx made his way cautiously through the canyon scape, avoiding conflict as far as he could go.

Only once did he have to takedown a patrol guard that caught the moonlight shimmer from his adaptive camouflage. After a fair amount of time spent climbing, running, creeping and rolling, the two made their way to the base of the grand temple.

There were robed priests from the mysterious sphere ship, as well as armoured broncheans standing outside the main entrance, keeping guard.

"Gonna have to climb little buddy… we'll get caught if we go through the front entrance."

He carefully shimmied his way around to the shadowed side and began climbing, using the indents from the carved decorations to pull himself up, ledge by ledge.

The hynx had no problem keeping up as they eventually made their way to a balustrade near the top.

They hopped over the railing and slid straight to the wall.

"Well Timus, I never usually say this to a man, but it's been far too long. What brings you to my dusty little corner of the galaxy after all of these centuries." A slithering, snake-like yet effeminately smooth voice came from within the chamber.

Bob took out from his pocket a small spherical camera.

It had adaptive camouflage all around its exterior and rolled gyroscopically.

He rolled it into the room.

"Queen Zephiris, it has been far too long but I am a very busy man, someone had to keep the word of Vol-Drung present in the universe all of these years." A cruel, craggily, sly voice replied.

"Holy shit…" Bob mumbled in surprise as he saw through his interactive contacts, the Queen Zephiris laying with her giant body coiled leisurely in front of her on some sort of throne-like platform.

He noticed the same bronchean that took Hans and Jakaab laying with her, suckling on one of her breasts like a baby.

He also saw a robed human that looked like he had already lived hundreds of lifetimes with all of his wrinkles and pale grey skin.

Although he stood upright and larger than the other cult priests that stood either side of him.

"Are the rumours true? Has our lord Vol-Drung really returned?" The queen asked, she was brandishing a long, ornate staff in her arms.

Bob noticed the decorations on the staff differed vastly to the decorative style that the temple was carved with.

"Our lord has returned, and is growing stronger than ever as we speak. He has sent me to thank you for preserving the staff of Dar-Gul, one of his most treasured belongings." Timus answered her question with a clay doll smile.

She let out a stifled scoff as she played with the artefact.

Spinning it around in her arms, licking her lips whilst doing so.

"I don't suppose our lord would be so bothered to come and collect his toy for himself? I mean isn't it the slightest bit of an insult that he sends you to run his errand despite the omnipotent nature he purports?" She said with mirth.

Timus curled his hand into a fist and smiled.

"Matters such as you or I are beneath our lord Vol-Drung. He is a being of celestial nature and correct me if I am mistaken but I feel that I detect blasphemy in your tone." Timus stated with his sly smile. The apostles that stood to his sides stiffened in their stances.

Varsilli took offence to his tone and took her mouth from her mothers breast to hiss at the apostle.

Zephiris cupped her daughtets head and gently pulled it back to her bosom.

"Nonsense my old friend. Just some questions that itched at the back of my mind. Anyway, here's our lord's toy, I suppose you won't be needing anything else?" Zephiris said with her own mirthless smile as she tossed the staff to Timus who caught it not with his own hand but by some mysterious force that caught the staff levitating before him.

"Our lord shall be pleased, as much as I do enjoy these reunions I'm afraid I must be off. Queen Zephiris." He said with a mock bow that made Zephiris' eye twitch, she hissed quietly as he turned his back to her and flipped his hood on.

"Not so fast motherfuckers!" Bob and the hynx stood in the archway, the triplet moons shining behind them.

He had his combat shields activated, his blaster set to lethal and his blade in his left hand, ready to slash.

The hynx sat innocuously next to him, playing with the star shaped fruits.

"What's this?" Timus said, intrigued by the intrusion.

"Who are you? How did you get up here?" The queen was simply astonished.

Bob stayed cool, ignoring any questions.

"You're gonna come with me wrinkles and you, you're going to tell me where my friends are, I saw your little pet there take him in the desert." He said, cold as ice, matter of factly.

Varsilli was insulted and turned her expression of terrifying anger to Bob.

Timus merely let out a laugh of bemusement.

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The queen stared at the man with a venempus expression.

"Shall I take care of this Queen Zephiris?" Timus asked, his tone showing he barely had the time but was still slightly curious.

"No! This is my planet! Varsilli, how could you let this man survive! Go and finish your job!" Zephiris yelled, spurring her daughter into a rapid assault.

"Chow down fuzz nuts, it's about to go down!" Bob yelled out before the two of them dodged her first charge.

The hynx put the fruit in his mouth and chewed as Bob dodged another strike from razor sharp legs and parried another before attempting his first slash with his balde.

No luck, it merely bounced off of the exoskeleton that covered most of her body.

"Hmph, dammit…" he muttered before she sent him flying across the room and smashing into a column by whipping her snake-like lower half.

She smiled cruelly as she thought of the best way to disembowel the man but her victory was short lived.

All of a sudden she was picked up by the tail and flung into the wall with tremendous force and before she could recover her bearings, the now giant and angry hynx jumped on top of her torso, pinning her to the ground.

She tried to slice him with one of her legs but the hynx merely caught it and tore it out of its socket.

Varsilli screamed in anguish, she had never been hurt like that before.

Bob gathered himself and swaggered over to the felled princess, he pointed his blaster in between her eyes.

Her big black eyes were wide in fear and fury.

"Varsilli no!" Zephiris screamed from her throne.

Bob allowed her his glance before pulling the trigger, blowing Varsilli's brains out all over the cracked white mural that was on the wall behind.

"Nice job king kong." Bob said to the hynx who in turn just slapped him to the ground and let out a guttural chuckle.

Zephiris bolted out of her throne in fury.

The hynx turned to face her in an inviting bartle stance.

Timus stood to the side and watched the spectacle in curious amusement.

All hell was about to break loose.

Meanwhile, down in the cornucopia, Jakaab was being raped mercilessly by one of the more kinky Broncheans.

She opened wounds on his penis with her razor sharp teeth that made him squeal whilst she mounted him voraciously.

Holding his neck in her sharp pinsirs as she gyrated violently on him.

He cried and yelped until his eyes were too worn and his voice went hoarse.

Now he could only hold his eyelids half open whilst he articulated his pain through animalistic grunts.

To the side, in the shadows Hans was beginning to sober.

Except this time the homicidal rage was stifled somewhat.

As if this time he could get a leg up on the terrible fiery steed that ran through him whenever he sobered.

Although there was plenty enough pure ire within him to take control when he came too.

"Kill…kill…" he mumbled out as he watched the painfully perverse mating ritual happen over again.

"Quiete ingrate!" The Bronchean hissed out at him.

She scoffed in anger and stopped her fornication.

She felt the intrusion interjected upon her fun and felt the need to punish Hans, immediately.

She unmounted Jakaab and made her way over to the prisoner.

"According to my sisters you are quite the tasty treat…hmmm let's see, as much as I want to chomp your head clean off that may ruin our eternal sustenance… how about I just take everything else and leave that ugly little peanut cage you call a head, what do you say!?" She said tauntingly.

"Kill you cunt!" Hans said with a vicious smile.

The bronchean roared with a terrifying laugh and launched down at her dish.

Quicker than she could realise, Hans ripped the chains from their anchor and smashed her head into a gooey mess in between the metallic bonds on his hands.

He barely hesitated as he stood and strutted over to Jakaab.

He said nothing.

"Hans… kill… me… please…" the pathetic, soul broken creature coughed out of his barely animated snout.

Hans stayed silent and stood there for a moment.

For some reason, despite all of his rage, all of his raw, unyielding vengeful ire could not spur him to kill the creature.

He hated the universe and everything living but Jakaab was no longer living.

He was like Hans.

A ghost of a being who had been robbed of their soul and tortured to insanity in one way or another.

He did not feel pity for the bronchean but he felt something that stopped him from murdering the creature.

Something he could not describe.

He broke Jaakab from the cornucopia and heaved him onto his shoulders before beginning to make his way out through the only connecting tunnel.

"Just die you putrid humans!" Queen Zephiris panted heavily as she struggled to catch her breath.

She was missing a few legs and was hurt far worse than she had ever been before.

The pristine moonstone throne room around her was reduced to rubble, barely holding the ceiling above them stable.

"Ladies first." Bob panted out.

He and the hynx were also worn to their limit. His holo shield had long been worn away and he definitely had a broken rib or two, but was grateful for the fact that all of his limbs as well as his bowels were still in their proper places.

The hynx was near exhaustion and at the end of his transformation.

He spasmed back down into his original size and fell face down onto the crumbling floor.

Timus merely watched on in amusement.

"What a curious bunch…Shall I finish this my queen?" He asked, knowing the mere act of a male offering his help would infuriate Zephiris further.

"No! You stay out of this! You two! It seems I have underestimated you, so enjoy that whilst it lasts, but now, prepare yourself for my vengeance!" Zephiris screamed through blood gritted teeth.

She positioned her body high above them, ready to strike down.

Bob was nearly out of charge on his blast and his blade was blunt from the terrible queen's exoskeleton.

He had not even been able to attempt a move on the apostle.

Hope was beginning to drain and his mind was devoid of ideas.

He took a battle stance, even though he knew it would probably be futile.

Suddenly, just as she was about to strike down upon her prey, the floor exploded into flying shrapnel of broken marble and Hans broke through into the arena.

He was carefully cradling Jakaab under his shoulder as he landed, rolled and sprawled out near Bob and the hynx.

"Oh, how excitingly unexpected…" Timus muttered innocuously as the queen's vast body slid across the floor towards him.

She quickly picked herself back up with a scream.

"How did you escape! What have you done with my sperm?" She screeched terribly.

Hans jumped back to his feet with an unnerving ease that the queen had not seen when she first imprisoned the man.

He looked at her with a dark glare, not saying a word.

He turned his glare to Timus and tilted his neck on an angle.

"Oh?" Timus muttered, more and more intrigued by every passing moment.

The queen was about to scream once more but Hans lifted his hand slowly in a gesture of silence.

"How dare you-" she could not finish the thought before he had lunged over to her and caved her skull in on itself.

Her corpse hit the ground with a crash before all of a sudden, without any moment of hesitation, Hans was already on the move towards Timus.

He killed the two priests that approached him with one blow each.

This time the apostle was frightened.

"Stay back you ghastly ape!" He yelled as he held his hand out and emitted an invisible force that destroyed the columns and walls around and behind Hans but barely budged the man as he kept trudging forward.

The petrified priest let out a yelp of astonishment before quickly slamming the long handle he had acquired from the deceased queen onto the floor, making it slowly crumble as he levitated off through the skylight.

But Hans was determined, and he jumped up high.

High enough to reach the zealots robe that he ripped off of the man that continued to flee upwards towards his ship, now naked and afraid in the night sky.

Hans fell back down into the crumbling temple.

Bob, quick thinking as ever, pulled out his tranquilliser and shot it into Hans' thyroid. He then quickly and with all his remaining strength, heaved the man under one arm and held the crippled bronchean under his other whilst the hynx hopped on his shoulder.

He then quickly jumped out onto the precariously still standing balustrade and called his ship.

The temple was crumbling rapidly and thousands upon thousands of broncheans were approaching fast.

"Come on goddammit!" He yelled as he saw the light of his trusty glider approach from the distance.

It got there just in time as he heaved all of his passengers into the cockpit and jumped off as the balustrade fell apart, just catching the edge of the craft and hanging for dear life through the pain of his screaming muscles.

He hauled himself up and into the cockpit.

It was a messy sprawl of unconscious bodies but Bob squeezed in well enough to shut the capsule and aim to a low orbit before pressing accelerate.