What made them so special wasn't their battle plans or their ability to adapt. It was a sheer numbers game. Where Astral would see this numbers game. It seems like all they would do would swarm enemies. With their better tech and weapons. It made it really easy.
They would nearly conquer the galaxy for themselves outside of a couple of planets that they don't feel are worth it or would be too difficult to capture. Astral read all about the technology that they used, it utilized several extreme tactics. A lot of the brutal styles where it was just destroying the planet from the inside out.
Using these attacking strategies would surely lead to defeat versus an opponent who could just use their numbers against them. No one has tested them however according to the film that Astral was seeing. What he did see is that the Peons often were grabbing supplies for the lizards and would be meat shields.
No wonder why there wasn't more life, it has been snuffed out by these guys. They were successfully descended to the planet's surface. Astral would smile as Campaign and the other two tizzle would escort them around the planet for the next five days.
Their first stop was to find the old relic left behind. The four of them would go to a sanctum and all meditate and pray. Taking time to be thankful that their travels were safe. Astral would use this time to send a message to Anders that he found out more to science and would be out a little longer than normal.
After prayer they four of them would head to the first relic left behind by a super ancient species. Astral would start to recognize it as it seemed to call out to him. Carefully inspecting it.
"We learned how to comprehend the reading there. Then we started to evolve." Campaign would speak as Astral handed over a world history book to the tizzle. He was so entranced on the important information he was trying to absorb.
"These call out very specific genome sequences, is this how you evolved to become smarter?" Astral would call out to the three behind him as his eyes glazed over the object once more. Why to these relics feel like he is learning about himself.
"Yes, this is the piece of information that let us translate the rest of the archaic relics." Campaign would speak as Astral took out his phone and would take photos of it all.
"Earth history is terrible. Has it always been those who want power and money going for control?" Astral would turn back and face them. Nodding that it was as the three of them reading the book were left confused.
Astral would walk out of the relic as the other three followed him. They were curious about how this man became who he is and how he hasn't visited before. This seems to be the origin of his powers.
Astral would be thinking so fast that his thoughts would all be scattered as they go from the origin of the powers, this new language and how it all relates to him. He felt that same familiar pull like when he read the paper about Project Star.
The three of them would look at the man lost in his own thoughs. "Would you like to learn more about us as a species sir as we head to the next temple?" The red tizzle would speak up as Astral would give the young one so much joy.
Campaign and the yellow tizzle would lead the way, talking about a new strategy for war as Astral listened walking next to the red tizzle. "It all started long ago when we became sentient, we started to name things that were lesser than us. The plants, the animals, then we named ourselves Tizzle's"
"Basing it off of the relic's explanation of life from across the galaxy, us sharing many similarities with reptiles from other planet's. We love the twin sun planet due to that hence why you see many of us basking about right now." Both the suns were near their peaks and Astral's suit would be having a hard time keeping it cool for him.
Looking around Astral would notice many of the tizzle's but no peons. Even tho he saw them in the combat video. "What about the peon's? Are they not here as well?"
The red tizzle would look at him. "They mostly stay aboard the spaceship when not in active combat use. Otherwise we use them to mine from resource rich planets, its the only way to keep their population slimmed." Astral would be wondering on why even they would enslave lesser creatures, but then he thought back to the animal planet and it made just a bit more sense.
Astral would be curious about any other hierarchy. "How are you governed?" Astral could only speculate on what an advanced society like this could do with their communication and travel abilities.
The three of the tizzles would stop in their tracks. All looking at each other before becoming silent on their way to the next relic. Astral would hand over a language book to the three as they slowly discussed between themselves on what to tell him about their politics.
Astral would study these relics, seeing the abilities of former Astral's. It would seem to him like these powers never repeated, and only was one of each ability. Astral would be wondering if he was just special. He did seem to have two abilities. It would be an awestruck Astral as the three Tizzle's looked at him, their heads drooping.
"It is time for you to leave." Campaign would speak to the cyan man. The three of them all draw their weapons. "If it were up to us, you could leave alive. If you kill us, make it painless."
"When you asked about our hierarchy, it set off a trigger and alerted the higher power. They want you dead but all of us don't want to risk our lives to do so." The red tizzle would complain in a negative tone.
"No matter what, we are not going to live, if you don't kill us, the hall of prophets will." The yellow tizzle would speak to Astral, this saddened the man as he would wave his hand in a direct way. With a flash his Murasama was in his hands. He would bow to them.
"I wish we had more time, but I shall now explore the rest of this planet on my own." Astral would start to walk at them. They all would try to slice downward at him in one motion. As he would just vanish. The three of their bodies fell to the ground softly.
Astral would then locate the other relics on the planet as he looked to space. Some of the shuttles would leave as others slowly descended. Astral would start to glide around the planet. Taking as many photos as possible of the relics as the relic spots were in danger. The shuttles were commanded to destroy them.
Astral would be taking pictures in one of the last ones as the cave he entered would slowly collapse on him. Looking upward, he wondered if he was strong enough. Jumping with all the force he had, wielding Murasama he would start slashing upward to free himself before he was crushed forever.
He would see the suns and be face to bridge with a ship. He would stick his sword in the tip of the glass to leverage his way to the top of the shuttle before jumping off of the shuttle. Pointing his hand in the general direction of earth and having faith. Created a hole using the pocket dimension.
Leaping through it he would see mars as he landed directly into the planet. He was safe and back at earth, far sooner than expected, happy to be back home. He would glide safely to earth and relax at his cabin with Anders.