From the unknown collection library on Mars, The primary species of the planet have come to be known as Xyrr'than people; they are a tall species with long arms. The archaeologists say that the entire race was killed off in a civil war, while others say it was something else; they are sceptics; the evidence is in front of us. If we are to adopt this technology into human society, there is a risk it permanently alters our very souls.

In the Toombs and dungeons of the planet. There have been reports and encounters recorded as evidence that the fallen race teams have tried to bring back a live sample of the species, but all attempts at communication have failed. I suspect this is due to the mental fragmentation of the Xyrr'than people. I must warn the government of surface planets that whatever it is that happened to this race may happen to the human race.

Travone, the other miners, and the low ranks seekers had all froze at the quick succession of events, first when the Vilespine had launched itself at the young man and killed him instantly with a loud crunch, then the boom as Albin had launched himself towards the creature living behind a half-formed crater then lastly it was the fight, it had all taken less than half a minute, and the strength on display had left them all speechless stunned and frozen in fear and wonder. How could he move like that? How did he take all those blows coming out with barely a scratch?

Albin turned to the watching crowd of onlookers his gave moving past them and the hill where the ever louder clicking rattle of another Vile spine prowler. As he recalled, the Vilespine prowlers were team killers,. This was because they always fought and hunted in packs of three or five, and as the realization scraped against his mind, he knew the odds of fighting that many vilespine prowlers.

Zetas headed to the ship. We are getting out of here, Albin yelled, launching himself a dozen paces towards the transport,

the Zetas, seeing the man who had just killed the monster, panicked in fear and did not wait for any more words to be said; the two moved impossibly fast, their bodies gliding along the surface as they left the stunned miners filled with shock and growing fear.

get the transport off the ground, or we all die. Do it now

but the miners

The miners will slow us down, and those creatures can jump and take down this craft.

We still have to...

Albin did not have any more time to wait. He had seen what a fully grown prowler could do, and he wasn't betting his life on it. One he had killed had been a female juvenile Vilespine prowler, and he would be remised if he was to fight off a fully grown male Vilespine. Albin grabbed the pilot with little to no effort and pushed him out of the craft; he took the seat, and with a few buttons pushed and turned, the ship's engines came to life. By the time the two remaining seekers reached the landing, they had to use their considerable inhuman physiology to get onto the hovering transport craft.

Over the hill, the clicking sound grew heavier and heavier, and Tarvone looked on in ever-growing shock; the miners, even worse, kept screaming and yelling for help, hoping that the seekers would land the ship. Out to the side, where the sound of rattling bone came from, a creature appeared over the hilly mound; it was bigger than the last, and although the men tried, they failed to hold their screams in s fear, forcing them to stumble, fall, step back and run away from the creature, another of the creature, standing and sniffing at the body of its dead fellos turned and looked up at them an angry grow leaving its throat and a clicking rattle of bone spines doing nothing but increasing the put panic of the miners caught between two beasts.

Running everybody run, Odoin shouted.

These were words that could have sprung any man into retreat, and Travone was no better; he ran, unlike the miners who ran away in all directions across the hilly landscape, most avoided the trap of the mining cave all except from one.

Travone rashed into the cave and made it into the tunnel, knocking the beams that held the roof to the ground behind him. Travone reached the hole and looked around. He had forgotten the tools, he had dropped them as he run towards the cave and he looked around and grabbed a slightly jagged rock, and without any hesitation, he grabbed the struck the wall digging into the hole he had covered up the previous day.

On the outside the, the screams of dying men filled the air, and the roars of the creatures chasing and killing men. Even worse, the progress Travone was making was slow. He threw the weapon down and dag with his hands, and in the distance, the screams faded, leaving behind the clattering rattle of the Vilespine tail with an increased sense of urgency. Travone dug and dug, and when he stopped to both, he felt a clicking rattle reverberate in the cave.

Travonei reached into the cave with my hands curved in muddy sweat and felt around for the ridged edges of the alien wall Travone tagged and pulled at the tile in the wall, the clicking grew closer, and the clicking only served to feel is a body with unknown strength he heaved and pulled until finally, the tile brick come free sending him hurtling down on his ass, suddenly the ratling stoped and a roar come from inside the cave causing the entire cave to shake.

Pushing his body into the hole, Travone emerged in a small dark room filled with alien pots, kettles and neatly organised vases. Travone did not look back after crawling through the small hole in the wall,

he moved past the weird buildings, structural pillars, the wired broken doors, and the weirdly caved walls; Travone heard a sound that made his tired legs sore as they were moved on. There was a crash, and then the rattling of bone spines of the prowler echoed through the empty old ruins. Looking back and forth, Travone could feel the growls reverberate in the air; he turned, pushing at the strange-looking doors, trying one after another, looking back from where he had come, hoping to make it into a room.

The room he slipped into was filled with shelves and books, eerily clean, the fant hollow of stones glowed dimly on ancient-looking tables; TRavone found his way behind a shelf, breathing heavily as his eyes darted from place to place; he tried to steady his breathing and tried to make himself smaller, their seated in fear, and trembling in terror Travaone yes caught a glimpse of something he had missed in his fear, there on a shelf they sat. the fist was a shield Class gem, convex and round licking golden yellow and soft oranges. A triangular spear-class gem resembling a shaped crystalline gave off vibrant shades of green and turquoise. A dagger-class gem shaped like a teardrop gave off shades of emerald teal and deep blue. Next to that, another hummer class gem, the second one I had seen this week alone. Similarly, it was blocky and robust with red and oranges. The bow class gem was curved and slender, taking on a crescent form of soft blues and purples. This was a treasury of any reach family on the planets on Earth, mars, or the other planets, and that was before the class gems everyone would kill for. The blade class gem and its tapered oval form in the shape of a leaf in silvery blue, and the stuff Class gem, which was a slender column with rich indigo.

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I knew it, I knew it. This is it. my chance

Forgetting fear and terror, all Travone could feel was excitement; with this, he could join the ranks of the elite Seekers. How long could he leave wondered; there would be no more weakness, no more sickness. Travone hoped he would have the power to finally pay his way out of the Stacks and his mother, Zishan, so he could help them all.

He was broken out of his musings by a fertilizer alarming sound of rattling bone spine, the growl that came from behind him, and the glowing eyes that reflected the light of the dusty glass. Tarvone jumped to the side as the creature launched itself, biting down where he had been mere moments ago; the creature's tail crushed into the shelf, causing the glass to break and the cylinders holding the gems. Travone looked at the power gems. Then his eyes went up, meeting the cat-like eyes of the Vilespine prowler.

Travone ran to the end of a shelf, and when the creature turned to face him, he placed his hands on the shelf and pulled the ancient shelf down; such action could have caused the archaeologists to lose their minds at the waste and riches the Xyrr’than books offered, that however was not something Travone was worried about, all he could think about was making his way as far as possible from the creature, see it stumble and struggling to make it out of the stone rubble.

Travone ran as fast as he could and run as far as possible, and when he finally got tired, he slipped into a large room with pillars that stretched high; the floor was covered with old velvet leading towards a throne on either side, dried corpses of the Xyrr’than aliens and their elongated heads bowing towards the throne. Travone ran forward, and on the throne, he saw a statue similar to those on the ground, with the only difference being its large frame, thinking of the statue seated, head straight forward, watching with dull eyes.

He slipped behind the throne as he heard the clicking ratling of the vilespines. Behind the ancient throne, Traone caught a glimpse of a metallic substance, and he reached out, grabbing it and holding onto it as a lifeline in the dream room. He tried to look around for another passageway, but it seemed this was the end. Of all the ways, he had thought of dying to some monstrous creature as not far off-fetched but dying so soon after coming close to so much power sent a disturbing test in his mouth.

The door opened, and the clicking of the vilespines came into the large room. Louder and louder they grew; one came from his left, sniffing the air in search of its prey, and on the other hand, the last one had made it in and was knowing stalking him as well. The creature-rattling tiles came to a core that grew heavy on Travone's mind. He shut his eyes and held the blade, steeling himself in the darkness.

The ground behind him was shocked, and Travone did not move. He waited, and what he heard made his heart bloom with hope. Someone was there following behind him to kill the creatures. He frowned, remembering Albin and what that man was doing here. With anger and curiosity mixed together, Travone lifted his head and froze.

Trazodone lifted his head and froze. He had heard that they were real, but he did not believe the stories the seekers told, yet in front of his very eyes, the figure moved with lethal grace. Like the seekers, he fought with a class weapon, summoning and unsummoning it, and every time he did so, the weapon changed from a spear to a shield to a dagger, causing his body to grow weaker with every change. The creatures circled around him as he fought, but the Xyrr’than didn't not care; one of the prowlers lunged for his back, and a blue shield stalled its attack as the Xyrr’than attacked with a spear cutting its tail, yet all was not perfect,, the alien stumbled unsteadily his body aged and weakened, and the prowlers to the advantage of this whenever he paused taking a breath, and the gem protruding from his chest dimmed they attacked from opposite ends leaving him wounded, unsteadily he grabbed his spear in one hand and grabbed the lunging creature in the other willing it changes to a dagger before plunging it into the creatures head. The other creature had not been simply waiting. It jumped onto the Xyrr’than’s back, trying to bite chunks out of the alien creature. As they fought, the alien body started degrading faster and faster. As the nanobot astravores were away at his age body, he collapsed to his knees, his appearance grotesque. Then the creature lunged, and with speed, he grabbed its neck and, using the dagger, struck the beast in the eye, causing it to fall limp.

Travone did not move. He stood there stunned, and when the gaze of Xyrr’than met his, he immediately felt an alien hand grab his neck.

"Xtsraisid, siga add daojbf d df", the creature spoke weekly, but the vice around Travones neck did not ease.

I can't understand you, Travone wizard, and to his utter amazement, the creature nodded and lifted a hand to his head.

A blue glow filled the alien's hand and, like a stream of bees, entered his nose, mouth, and ears. The creature lifted Travone and threw him to the bottom of the stairs.

The alien then sat back in its thorn as it watched Travone lose his eyes, nose, ears and tongue before the nanites regrew the organic tissue back; at once, the pain that had been assaulting him stopped instantly.

do you understand me a tired, weary voice sounded from the throne

can you hear me

Travone raised his head and looked at the speaking alien; he is nodded in uncertainty as he wondered how and why he understood the creature.

Good, tell me, what do you call yourself the grizzled voice asked.

My name is Travone he stammered.

And what of your race? That was my question.

I am human.

"a new young species," he said, his gaze lost in the distance as he recalled ages past. "Good, my wait is over, he coughed, then looked down at Travone. I have waited for them to come, but none ever did. We fought them, keeping them at bay, but even with the weapons we created, they flowed. He looked down at his chest. I have held my strength back, not wanting to lose my mind until I am facing the enemy, but in doing so, my weapon class ate at my body, and even after six hundred years, my time drew nearer. He breathed. He reached into his chest and pulled out the power, he looked at Travone and spoke here you must take it and prepare for they come.

When Travone woke up next, he was kneeling in front of the alien; now you must go, the Xyrr’than grabbed his head, reading him, and his mind travelled back to the past, the Xyrr’than was looking for something, and as the blur of memories passed the suddenly stopped at the memory of his sleep crate.

Travone opened his eyes, and suddenly, his gaze focused on the surroundings of his small crate in Athens. In his hand, he saw a centurial blade made of black metal. Travone felt exhausted, and as his body fell to his bed, he saw the words written in the air in front of him.

Weapon class: Armoury.Acquired.