As the FCSS Spirit of Freedom landed at the Luna-Minor drydock, Prescott was washing his face in his quarters, ensuring he was clean-shaven and presentable for this monumental moment. As he toweled his face and put his glasses back on, he sighed heavily, feeling the weight of what was about to happen. He rolled his eyes before putting on his battle helmet and joined Arscott.
"Ready sir?" Her visor going partly clear as to reveal the smile behind the thick Slovak accent.
"Fuck no Specialist Arscott... but let's make history. Tyitainnous! Let's go!"
As the lumbering ten-foot armored alien marched behind his commanders, cameras and reporters were all clambering to get their ten seconds of fame. However, upon the trio entering Greater Luna Hall, the tribunal was awaiting them. Many citizens of Terra Primary, otherwise called Earth, booed and hurled insults at Prescott as the trio marched straight into the meeting.
Inside, the Primark of Earth slammed her gavel to call everyone back to order in the chamber. "Prescott J Philip, former US expert military strategist and current leader of the Fraction Rebels, you stand accused of high treason. How do you plead?"
An officer leads Prescott into the stand for all of humanity-controlled space to see. He removes his glasses and lets out a tiresome breath. "Let's cut to what's really behind this, shall we? None of us were supposed to survive, let alone show up on your doorstep armed with a better one of everything. Come now Primark, don't play coy with me."
The crowd murmured as Prescott's stand rose into the air. "I told you what it was we were after. The Fraction Coalition will never submit to this Tri-world Autocracy! However, we have no reason to fight. Agree to the terms of the Sol-Phos Accords and you can have the peace you speak of, Primark."
The Primark rolled her eyes and moved her hovercraft into position to oppose Prescott. " The Sol-System, due to Terra-Primary, owns her moon, Mars, and Venus, as well as having colonies in the asteroid belt. What of the Phos-System? What great feats have you accomplished in comparison?" Her pompous grin was on display for the Earth-kin to worship as they usually did.
However, Prescott's smile never dulled, nor did he pause to let her words seem infinite. "At the expense of Xephos II, we own the entire system. Furthermore, we have neighboring allies, former enemies we defeated with a force eleven-thirty seconds times smaller and nowhere near as advanced. You naive fool. You truly believed I would come here without more than you? Find a way to silence my demands the Sol-Phos Accords be upheld as your predecessor said you would. Truly, I would like nothing more than severe all relations with Sol and her people. You bring lies and filth to the table, so as of this moment, consider yourselves enemies of the Fraction Coalition.
At that moment, alarms and automated defense systems screamed alive as an entire planet appeared out of FTL with the plethora of ships that had accompanied Prescott to the Sol System. Prescott nodded and looked to everyone as not one of the ships, nor the massive planet with a cannon now visible from where the core used to be, fired at them. The armored alien stood next to Prescott, clearing out its raspy throat to become deafeningly clear.
"As of this moment, due to the millions of non-stop requests for aid by your Belt Colonials, the Fraction Coalition hereby asserts dominion over them. They will be shuttled planet-side, then brought back with us. Any attempts to hinder this will be seen as a declaration of war."
The crowds and delegates from Earth, Mars, and Luna erupted in chaotic yells, boos, and panic. The Primark locks eyes with Prescott as he grips the microphone. "How's that... for Manifest Destined?" These are the last words he says before putting on his helmet, and leaving for the Spirit of Freedom. However, as the trio reach the outer doors, autonomous robots stop them.
Prescott looks at the large alien at his side, but before he utters a word, the Primark fires off a round that ricochets off of Prescott's should-plate armor. No words were said between the three. Arscott and Tyitainnous simply understood from Prescott's fully darkened helmet... as its famous "smoky-red V" lit up. However, Arscott went to draw her ion pistol but was stopped by Prescott. He then simply turned to the heavily armored, ten-foot-tall alien on his left and pointed at the Primark. The alien's armor reconfigured for a brief moment to reveal the alien's true metallic, mind-splitting voice.
"I am the last living Gladiator of Mocci Prime... and none of you shall leave this blood arena." Tyitainnous pulled several soldiers into a sort of hug... and crushed them in half, causing the Primark to drop her gun. However, rather than face her, the alien turns his attention to the now-charging robotic automatons rapidly approaching the trio. Tyitainnous rushed at them with frightening speed, and from a dead sprinting position, deadlifted the one-ton automatons, only to crush them into the ground like a railroad spike.
However, a third, waiting in the background managed to piece the alien's chest. With a rage-filled war cry, Tyitainnous grabbed the automaton's face, then crushed it with a singular move from his arm. As he stood up, purple blood ran from the puncture wound on his right side. Prescott nodded and held up a clenched fist, signaling Tyitainnous to stand down. The soldiers that had once blocked the doors had all but run off, horrified by what they'd just seen.
Once the trio were back on the Spirit of Freedom, shuttles from Mocci Prime began evacuating the Asteroid Belt Colonials, with seemingly no opposition from any of Terra Primary's forces, fleets, or delegation.