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The slaves have been quelled, the prey no longer stood against the predatory beasts that were the X'Cor. The fall of the rebellion had only solidified the X'Corian strength within their empire as all feared that they would become targets to the War Fleet. However, there were still those who sought to go against the rule of the X'Cor by other means, illegal means that the every being would be persecuted for. A Black Market stood as a beacon of hope to those who wished for a better life than to be ruled by the beasts who were called the X'Cor.

However, a loyal slave had tipped off local X'Corian authorities to the black market and they had informed the War fleet to mobilize to the D'Vor system, the first system that had gone into rebellion against the X'Cor. The loyal slave knew what this meant for all who were at the Black Market. It was something that he would have to live with for the rest of his life, betraying his friends. Soon the fleet of cruisers warped into the system, Hercules fighters began to stream out of their respective ships. Five terror worms were sent down to deal with any survivors.

Death was on its way.

"That'll be five-hundred creds, can't go any lower," a tall green humanoid said, leaning over the counter to speak with a much shorter quadruped who looked down sadly and began to wander away. The next person in line walked up, a reptilian man with six legs, each foot containing an opposable thumb of sorts. However, a screeching sound was gradually getting closer, everyone looked into the air. "What is that noise?," the tall man asked, then it dawned upon him. 

Screech

It was the sound of the ion engines that the Hercules fighters used. The mere noise sent everybody scattering for cover, some going for old weapons to meet any X'Cor on the ground. 

The tall man pulled down shutters, ducking behind his counter in an attempt to protect himself. Soon the sounds of death filled the outside, screams of the innocent, the ion engines, and the men who would try to protect the others. However, another sound had arrived.

Doom

A terror worm that was flying into the ground, coming back out of it, and back into the ground in order to terrify their enemies. One smashed through the shop of the tall man before it came to a complete stop. A single side of the mechanical monster opened, letting loose the X'Corian Warriors within it. He closed his eyes and made peace with himself.

R'toom

Oin, the more peaceful of his race, watched the map of the X'Cor empire and noted several spots that he had attacked when he was just like anyone else, haunting him. "Dark are the times within in the galaxy, though no reason to accept it," the X'Cor said to himself before turning to the crew. It was time to depart and head out. 

The ship was ordered to warp to the nearest dock, Star Dock Zior, in order to fully restock on supplies before they would begin their exploration task. Though, Oin was still stuck on the ship as he had a call from Ssirek, the Empress, to fully detail his orders. 

"Remember, if you find any primitive civilizations, make contact and get them to become slaves under the Empire. If they do not submit then do not hesitate to make an example out of any amount of them," Ssirek commanded, a stressed tone coming to her. "As you say my Empress, the X'Cor Empire shall grow and gain more slave. Do not fear, only find that we will only learn more about this galaxy that we inhabit," Oin commented before the conference was ended. 

With a sigh, Oin looked out of the window of the bridge to see the great expanse that was space. So many secrets lay in the beyond, so many new worlds to discover.

More violence to be had.
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