Kalsor returns to his house to begin cooking a huge meal. As he does prepare the large meal, there is the sound of a loud motorcycle. He looks out the window and sees Bodgar riding a heavy hover bike. Kalsor goes outside and greets his friend and looks down the road.
"Where is Lorphiel and our King?"
"Running behind but should be along shortly," Bodgar answers and puts his hand on his companions shoulder. "Relax, the bastards will be along shortly. What did you make?" He asks with great enthusiasm. "It better not be that shit you made last time. I shitted myself for three days."
"Last time I checked, you had the most servings of that shit," Kalsor says as he grips his friends shoulders from behind and shakes him as they go inside.
As the two sit down, fights from the Federation fight league start to play on the screen. The two did not pay too much attention except for Kalsor. His interest comes when seeing one that is considered the greatest among their fight league.
One species that is just as new as the Premderians when joining the Federation. A species known as the Nothram. They are a grey skinned species with somewhat sharp ears that stick outwards. Their noses are somewhat the same by being on the pointy end. The foreheads are known for their large indents. The scelera of their eyes is dark blue while the iris is pure white with a tint of a silver glowing around the edges.
Trelphas, considered to be the most skilled of their kind and all of the Wardens to many. Unlike his kin he trains in all different styles to perfect his craft. At six feet four inches at two hundred and forty pounds he has a physical presence about him. His dark brown hair is long and messy with a short but thick beard. The clothes he wears also is a representative of his unclean appearance. He wears fur of different beasts from all over the galaxy. On his back is a large axe hammer.
Even though he maintains a messy appearance to those that know their history, he is the King of his kind and the Grand Champion of the Federation Fight League. A title he has won many times and holds the record for most title defenses and longest reign as champion. To those that bested him he finds a way to get stronger and fights them once more where the outcome is him victorious.
The Federation Grand Champion, Trelphas walks out with a big gold belt around his waist. In the crowd, it shows a large gathering of what Nothram who live in the Federation territories. Not even fifty at most. It did not matter as they supported him as their King.
"I feel bad for the poor bastard. All that effort to show the people how strong he is and still people doubt him."
"It is no surprise, Bodgar. Limited rules fighting in the Federation. They want those that will fight in real contest like we do." Kalsor's explanation is not wrong.
"Playing with strict rules and weapons that do not kill is hardly going to do it. He knows it all too well. He needs to be allowed to step out of the Federation's comfort zone and fight someone who will show good he truly is."
Kalsor knows his friend is referring to him but he is more interested in the fight itself. Trelphas come out with his axe hammer but drive it into the ground before entering the ring. He removes his large coat and enters the ring with his people cheering him. Before handing his belt to the official he acknowledges them with a simple wave to show his appreciation.
Trelphas find his opponent the priority as he has fought him before and lost several times but has also beaten him. A large species known as the bolophun. The bolophun stand at seven feet and over seven hundred pounds. This one stands at seven and a half feet tall over eight hundred pounds. Both have restraining collars put on their necks to prevent magic of any kind. No weapons are allowed either. The rules are the fighters are only allowed to use their fists. They must knock their opponent down for twenty seconds or out of the ring for ten. The fight will go on for sixty seconds and then will be judged by what the official sees.
While the two watch the two fighters get into their corners, Andor comes in to see his friends and joins them. Both of them immediately stand but he holds his hand up to stop them. He takes the bottle of liquor and pours himself a glass. After he pours four glasses. The fourth meant for an entering Lorphiel. All four hold up a glass.
"It has been thirteen years since the war ended. We honor those who fell in battle. May their spirits forever be at peace." Andor looks to Kalsor who takes a breath knowing it hits him the hardest. "For the King and Spirit of Premderia, they have sieged glory." All of them touch their glasses together and drink. "Trelphas looks like he is in great shape for this fight."
"Rumors have circulated how he has done nothing but train. Even while the wife and two daughters slept, he did not rest and tirelessly trained," Bodgar adds.
"If he tirelessly trained and nothing else, then why is it that his wife is pregnant with their third?" Kalsor asks to make their giant friend look like a fool and they laughed while he grumbles.
"I hear that his wife is not one to challenge, Lorphiel comments while taking a bite before finishing her thoughts. "And a galactic bitch."
The gong sounds and Trelphas charges forward and starts throwing a barrage of punches that his opponent did not expect. His opponent pushes him away and knocks Trelphas to the ground. Trelphas unloads another flurry to the head and body showing good striking skills. As his father and brothers cheer on the action, Kalsor smirk and make a comment
"Don't get wild."
The Bolophun presses his giant palm on Trelphas' face and knocks him back. Coming in Trelphas gets sloppy and takes a straight right on the jaw. A devastating punch that knocked him on his side. The official gets in between and starts counting. When they reach the count of fifteen Trelphas has shaken off the punch and gets back up to his feet.
"Do you think he will recover?" Bodgar question is answered quickly by Kalsor.
"He already is, and won't make that mistake again."
The bolophun comes at him and Trelphas is on the defensive with heavy wide punches. Trelphas blocks each one despite them knocking him off balance. The big giant begins to exhaust after just ten minutes from chasing the Champion around the ring throwing full force with his punches. Trelphas unloads with a flurry of his own that is much more technical.
With his mouth and nose both bleeding the bolophun is weak when pushing Trelphas away once more. He is too fatigued and the punches are too much as he stumbles back. He trips over his own feet and falls out of the ring. Kalsor's father and three brothers show the most excitement as the official counts to ten and is a ring out. It didn't matter as the bolophun is down for several minutes. Trelphas takes hold of his belt and places it over his shoulder. He gets in front of the camera and begins shouting in it one thing repeatedly.
"Let me fight, Grand Overseer! Let me fight!"
As entertaining as the fight is, Kalsor changes the network station to something else. They sit and watch the grandest event televised on Premderia. The Pure Premderian Fight League where there are different versions of unarmed combat sports. Tens of thousands of fighters try and aim at reaching the top of the sporting event they take part in their respected weight classes. Only pure-blooded Premderian's are allowed to compete.
Fighting events are a common thing on Premderia but the next seven days prove different. The following seven days have special meaning for all of Premderia. It's the new Premderian year, a cause for celebration. In honor of the new year, they have drinks and sport. On the seventh day, there is a giant festival for all of Premderia, celebrating the new year.
There is a video package showing highlights of the best fights between premderian purebloods. They are decided without weapons or magic. One of the fights it shows is a bloody grueling one hour non-stop battle between Kalsor and his colleague, Andor. Through the first half of the fight, Andor is relentless and land devastating shots that catch Kalsor off balance. Three times in the first five minutes Kalsor is knocked down. He and his brothers wince about the onslaught he takes.
"How much brain damage did you sustain in this fight?" Bodgar asks as a joke.
All of them laugh about the joke. Slowly Kalsor begins to fight back and find openings. He begins to take his opponent down and control him and land several hard shots. When the fight standing up, Kalsor makes sure that he lands hard body shots, tiring Andor. The left side of Andor's ' body develops incredibly dark bruises.
In the last five minutes, Andor has very little left. Kalsor peppers him with shots, that are not devastating but still sting. Andor starts throwing tiring punches and his left arm is hanging low. At the last minute, they trade blows with neither backing down. It is Kalsor who lands the last four-punch combination with two punches to the body along with a left hook and a straight right punch.
After such a fight, with both fighters standing tall, they embraced like brothers. When the decision is made, Kalsor's hand is raised. The title is presented but Andor shows respect and straps the title around his waist and leaves the ring. A six-year-old Joran comes rushing into the ring and hugs his father. Kalsor hoisted him on his shoulder and they shared the moment. Andor looks over to Kalsor smiling but see his friend thinking of something else.
"What has got you thinking? Did Joran get into bigger trouble than he should have?"
"Have you heard about the strange sightings of this red-haired Premderian girl?" Lorphiel asks getting everyone curious.
"Yeah. She was last seen in the northern parts of the Vemoit region," Bodgar says to him and Kalsor makes an expression with his face.
"Probably an abandoned girl who lost her parents during one of the many misunderstandings when the Federation began governing this planet."
"Fucking animals," Bodgar says before coughing and wheezing. He still signals he is alright. "What do you think, Kalsor?" He asks and Kalsor doesn't answer right away
"Joran has her in hiding" Kalsor says and there is a silence for a moment before Bodgar makes a joke.
"Did he get her pregnant?" Bodgar asks and they all start laughing except Kalsor who only shows a small smile.
"I did ask him."
All four sit comfortably in Kalsor's home laughing, but something stirs in the shadows. A small force of three lands in the Masipolt region. They wander the streets with none of them being of premderian heritage. All three of them are male humans. One is barely in his mid-twenties, one being around his mid-thirties, and one's in his late forties.
The three travel armed at the hip. A single Federation guard approaches them. The one that's in the center of the three, the one in his mid-thirties hands off the manifest, and the security officer barely glanced at it. He escorts the inspector inside the shuttle. The officer looks around checking for any threats but isn't thorough. He extends out his hand for the one in his mid-thirties, who fills it with Drolins, the currency of the galaxy. The officer takes the shipping manifest and approves it with a single scan. Along with it, the officer gives them temporary passes allowing them to travel around the region. The three take their temporary passes along with all of their equipment.
They take their gear and move towards a dock where they find a vehicle waiting for them. The three load the equipment into the vehicle and ride for the destination. By night time, the three arrive at the end of the road of Kalsor's house. In the supplies they load, they open one of the cases. Inside be gear along with weapons. Three pistols equipped with silencers, and knives in case of close combat.
"Remember that we need him alive," says the one in his mid-thirties gaining the other two's attention.
"What about the others?" Questions the oldest.
"Kill them. I will enter through the back, while the two of us come in from the front," the one in his mid-thirties says, with no complaints given.
The four of them split off in their separate directions. On the couch, Bodgar snores. Sitting in the chair next to him, Lorphiel looks at papers to grade. In the kitchen, Kalsor and Rolder are their dishes, after a long night. While the two clean, a Drazgov let out a howl from outside. Not an odd thing but it did come as an odd matter for one. Kalsor looks outside the window in his kitchen and noticed Trenin's of the night flying into the clear while they are cawing. The disturbance of the Trenin's and Drazgov's have Kalsor reveal an unhappy look. Andor takes notice of his look that gives him as much concern as Kalsor.
"What is it?"
Kalsor holds up a finger while he goes into the hallway. He'd keep quiet being light on his feet. Something is off, and Kalsor senses it as well. Andor stays behind the kitchen counter. While he did, he hears the footsteps behind him. There is the man in his mid-thirties with a blaster pistol in his hand. Andor stands still while the one in his mid-thirties aims it at his forehead.
"You picked the wrong house," Andor tells him.
Kalsor grabs him by his jacket and throw him into the wall. The other two break through the door and charged into the kitchen at the sound of the struggle. Kalsor noticed them as they aim their pistols at him. Kalsor acted fast and turned the one he'd have in his hands. The other two fire off multiple shots, shooting their colleague in the back.
Kalsor throws his body into his colleagues and leaps at one of them. He grabs hold of the oldest of them delivering several hard knees while the other slowly stumble back up. Andor sees him go for his pistol and leap on top of his back. With brute strength Andor smashes his head into the floor several times. When the attacker stops moving and his face is crushed, the King stops. Andor takes a breath and watches as the blood flows down the cracks in the tiles like a river in a canyon.
Kalsor continues fighting off the assasin. The assassin pulls out a knife cutting the cheek of Kalsor. A lucky cut that angers the premderian. Kalsor let out a loud yell before becoming extremely angry. Kalsor smashes his head into the assassin. The intruder gushes blood from the single attack. He hears large footsteps and giant hands grab hold of the assassin. Bodgar lets out a large yell and throws him through the window.
Kalsor pulls out the knife, not phasing him. For the assassin, he tries to run. Lorphiel rushes out with a kitchen knife and throws it. The blade drives into the spine of the assassin and he falls to the ground. All four walk out to the attacker crying out in pain.
"Now we will play an entertaining game of mine that I am very good at," he says while driving his knife down in the man's chest forcing him to let out a loud scream. "Answer correctly and you will save yourself great pain. Nod if you understand." The intruder does what is asked. "Who sent you?" Kalsor asks him, receiving an unsatisfying answer.
"I don't know," he says, gasping for air.
"You don't know," Kalsor says with a thinking face. "That is not right answer." In an instance Kalsor pulls out the nude and stabs him in the left arm. "Think harder and give a better answer than that or my companion will rip your vocal cords out."
Kalsor notices that the man's eyes wander down. He sees it and goes inside his jacket pocket. Inside is one thing that gains his attention. It's a badge that he has seen many times.
It consists of a golden sun. They're known as the Golden Nova, a gang that has been around for over a hundred years. Unfortunately, it did not work out in their favor. Now the Golden Nova take work wherever they can despite still being one of the fiercest organized gangs in the galaxy.
Kalsor tosses the badge aside while standing up. He holds his head down for a moment before looking over and sees his colleaguesstanding there. Kalsor looks back down at the Golden Nova gang member.
"Bodgar, do you have your knife?"
"Why?"
"Well since this intruder is not so willing to cooperate and willing to be tortured for his gang, he won't be needing something anymore."
Bodgar didn't say a word but has a big smile. He goes behind his back and pulls out a large blade, strapped to his belt. It didn't take him any hesitation to hand it to his youngest son. Kalsor looks at it for a moment and the gang member is fearful. His father and brothers go inside while the oldest man lays on the ground gasping for air. Andor shuts the door behind him. He hears the screams of the man. Information spews from his mouth. Kalsor finds the information more agreeable.
"Some Federation soldier!" He shouts multiple times. "I don't know his name! I swear!"
"Why do they wish for me dead?" Kalsor asked next, pressed his foot on his chest. "Why?"
"They did not ask for your death," he answers, confusing Kalsor for a moment before coming to realize who they are after.
"My son?" He asks next but does not receive an answer right away. Kalsor presses down on the knife.
"The girl!" He shouts many times.
"Why?"
"He didn't say. All he said was he wanted the girl. Said that your kid might know where he is."
Kalsor's does not have any words. He'd show he is uncertain of the situation. His eyes look back towards the old gang member, who is begging. With Kalsor only speaking two words in return for the information.
"Thank you."
Kalsor hears the sounds of sirens making him lower his guard. Everyone did the same, and while they are distracted the man reaches for his pistol. He has a full grip on it and slowly lifted it with what strength he has left.
Kalsor takes out his pistol even faster. The man let last out a scream as Kalsor aimed with it. A single shot echoes through the land. The blood of the man runs down his forehead. Kalsor holsters his pistol before going back inside. Federation soldiers arrive and start assessing the situation. Kalsor gives them information by only giving them evidence on who the intruders were. The four watch as the Federation force attend to the bodies of the intruders, not being gentle. Dileos is in charge of the force did not ask questions that offend Kalsor in any way. Not even a question asked about how the lead one ended up with a bullet in his forehead at close range.
"Any idea what the Golden Nova would want with you?" Questions Dileos.
"No," Kalsor says plainly, but Dileos see his eyes looking at the Federation soldiers. He leans forward so Kalsor can whisper in his ear. "Check your ranks."
There is the sound of an approaching shuttle. It lands in Kalsor's yard unannounced to any that are there. The side door opens and several dressed in special clothing representing they are with the Federation Agency, a branch that are tasked to special cases and operations. One has Golden shoulder tassels on his white uniform signifying he is the lead agent.
A Folgus is what he is. A pink creature with blue spots that has no ears but does have four holes where they belong. Their two eyes are big and the pupils are just as big. The lips are wide and fat at the bottom along with their double chin. They can grow black hair on top but not much.
Already Kalsor does not like the sight of him. He watches him with his big smile while observing the field. The agent doesn't go anywhere near the bodies and finds them disgusting by the sight. The senior agent sets his sights on the four Premderian's and walks up with one hand in his pocket while the other he holds his coat.
"It would seem that this was an eventful late night," he says with his arrogant smirk. "Seems like they picked the wrong night to bother you."
"Now they won't bother anyone," Kalsor says and the senior agent has one little laugh. "How is that funny to you?"
"You killed three low level thugs of the greatest gang in the galaxy that could have gave us so much more and saved even more lives. You didn't think about that, but after all those battles you have been in over the years must have taken its toll on the brain. So it is understandable." His words make Kalsor somewhat unhappy but doesn't budge and keeps his cold stare locked on the Senior Agent.
"Lorphiel, who is this little shit?" He asks and Lorphiel gladly answers for her friend.
"Senior Agent Tivas Levog of the Federation Agency," she answers showing no happiness in seeing him either. She did have a simple question of her own. "Why the fuck are you in my region?"
"We have received word of many missing citizens on this "sacred" planet of yours. A lot of death as well and a whole village torched. Now it would seem the biggest gang in the galaxy is here. Someone even tried to kill the newborn Princess I heard." Every word he says with a little smile and the four don't take kindly to him. His eyes focus solely on Kalsor. "These last few days have been quite eventful for one of you especially," he says while walking up to Kalsor. "Isn't that right, Kalsor Rideran?" With his question he gently pokes Kalsor a couple times with his finger. "It is no surprise a Rideran finds themselves in the middle of trouble. Isn't that right?"
"Don't fucking touch me again," Kalsor tells him with a look of great focus.
"And what would be the consequence of that, Great Champion?" He asks and Kalsor does not stop locking eyes with him as the other agents with him start reaching. "Afraid of the consequences?" Bodgar puts his hand on his friend's shoulder and stepped forward looking down at the agents.
"Do not go threatening my Honor Guards, Senior Agent," Andor tells them and Tivas smirks."
"I will be conducting an investigation on the matter and will be around to examine the area. Under Federation Laws you will have to abide."
Kalsor spits on his nice shoes in response and Tivas still smiles. The Senior Agent whistles and those under him place the bodies and bags and bring them on board. Their shuttle takes off making a strong wind before flying towards the region's capital. As they watch the shuttle, Dileos walks up shaking his head.
"Did you know he was coming?" Kalsor asks him.
"It is beyond my pay, my friend," Dileos answers before addressing the other concern. "I will look into that matter for you." He bows before giving orders to his soldiers. "Let's wrap this up. I would like to go home."
The ones with Federation uniforms finish up what they are doing and take their leave. As the four go to walk back inside Kalsor's attention is drawn by sensing something further inland. In the direction where there is nothing more than lots of trees and mountains. Despite not seeing with his own eyes he knows something's there.
"Come down and try," Kalsor says while continuing to stare.
His senses are far from wrong as something did lurk in the dark. Gormaur stands in the shadows but smiles while Steron stands there unhappy about what has happened. Hearing Gormaur chuckle at the results did not make Steron either.
"Your failures are becoming more consistent, Steron. Even to the point, they are amusing."
Steron leaves but keeps his angered expression, with Gormaur not so quick in following behind him. He still stares down feeling Kalsor looking straight back at him. Kalsor did the same but eventually turns his back at the presence he feels after he felt it fade. He went back inside his house and see Andor still resting on the floor of the living room.
"I think we need to go to meet an old friend for information."
"You think it is that bad?" Lorphiel asks as she and Bodgar come into the room leading to Kalsor nods with great regret.
"Unfortunately."