CRUNCH!

  Zzzzzzzzz!

  POP! POP!

  CRACKLE!

  “HA-HA-HA!!!” Decider Apollox cackled madly after he used his gravity-based telekinesis to crush the ‘Voltairan Main Holo-Signal Server’, killing off ALL ‘holo-comms signals’ on Voltaira.

  Whilst Apollox hovered high up in the air across from the tower, where the server was once located, he used his telekinesis to then condense it down into a small, ‘spherical object’ that was reminiscent of a ball.

  WHIIIIISP!

  “Status report, brother,” Braako requested after he had flown up alongside the towering brute.

  Holding the now ‘ball-sized’ server in his big, right hand, Apollox spun around to face the power-maddened Commanding-Leader of the Galactic Deciders.

  “All holo-comms signals have now been PERMANENTLY severed, brother,” Apollox snickered after he had tossed the ball over to Braako.

  Catching it with his telekinesis, Braako grabbed onto the ball-sized server and examined it briefly.

  “Art thou impressed with Thy’s ‘handy work’, brother,” Apollox sneered whilst Braako continued to look over the ‘server ball’.

  Raising his head, Braako locked eyes with Apollox and smirked, “Yes, brother. I am VERY impressed.”

  “Grands thanks,” Apollox nodded to Braako as Decider Draex suddenly flew upwards to join his last two remaining and loyal ‘brothers’.

  “Has the server been taken out yet,” Draex asked both Braako and Apollox.

  “Lay your eyes upon what resides in Braako’s hand, Brother,” Apollox said as he tipped his head towards their ‘Commanding-Leader’.

  Seeing the ‘ball’ in Braako’s hand, Draex twinged his brow in confusion whilst he asked, “What is that?”

  “THE SERVER,” Braako smirked as Draex’s eyes widened.

  “Thrack,” Draex gasped as he stared at ‘the Server’ in a whole different way now. “So, that means…”

  “That there are NO ‘holo-comms signals’ on Voltaira,” Braako stated.

  Braako and Apollox both sneered now as Draex continued to stare at ‘the ball’ in shock… And horror.

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  WHIIIIISP!

  “BROTHERS, we must flee! NOW!!!” Medo warned erratically after she had flown up to join Braako, Apollox, and Draex.

  “Flee? What the thrack for, Sister,” Apollox asked in ‘angered curiosity’.

  “Two flight squadrons of Voltairan Astro-Fighters are heading this way… RIGHT THRACKING NOW,” Medo informed.

  “And how do you know this, Decider Medo,” Braako asked.

  Turning to the Commanding-Leader of the Galactic Deciders now, Medo explained, “Because Rayven and I spotted the ‘impending squads’ whilst you all were wrecking more of our city.”

  Lowering his brow, Braako scolded, “Tis not ‘our’ city, Medo! It never was.”

  “TIS THE THRACKING CURSED EMPEROR’S,” Apollox angrily raged.

  Creating a ‘Gravity Blade’ with his right hand, Draex smirked, “Let the squadrons come…. Let them attempt to stop us… And also… Let them all PERISH like the raxx-eating skoggers they are.”

  Medo scrunched her brow in confusion as Rayven immediately came flying up to join her and the others.

  “Astro-Fighter Squads are IMMINENT on their arrivals… What shall we do, Commanding- Leader,” Rayven asked Braako.

  Glancing at Apollox and Draex, who both gave him ‘sinister smirks’, Braako turned his eyes back on Rayven and said, “Why, we ‘greet’ them, of course, Dear Sister. Heh, heh… ALL OF US.”

  Apollox, Draex, and Rayven all then snickered along with Braako as Medo remained hovering off to the side with a befuddled expression on her face.

  A few moments later, two squads of Voltairan Astro-Fighters (six vessels in total) descended from flying towards the ‘midsection’ of the tower to ‘greet’ the five Galactic Deciders.

  “GRAND GREETINGS, LORD-DECIDERS!” the lead Astro-Fighter’s Pilot said to the five through his ship’s Exterior Loudspeaker, “OUR SQUADS HAVE BEEN CALLED TO ASSESS A ‘STRANGE ANOMALY’ THAT IS OCCURRING AT THE ‘HOLO-COMMS SYSTEM’S MAIN SERVER’ TOWER!”

  “Anomaly? Heh, heh…” Apollox snickered whilst looking at Braako.

  Braako still bore a sinister smirk as he glared at the Astro-Fighter Squads.

  “HAVE YOU ‘FIVE’ BEEN CALLED HERE TO INVESTIGATE ‘THE ANOMALY’ AS WELL?” the Pilot asked the Galactic Deciders whilst they all remained hovering in the air, side by side.

  Looking back at Braako, Rayven asked with a sneer, “We act… AND PERFORM on your word, Commanding-Leader.”

  “Just say ‘when,” Draex snickered as Medo retained a wide-eyed expression on her face.

  Braako nodded to his ‘siblings’ as he then laid his eyes upon the Astro-Fighter Squads again.

  Medo looked back at Braako nervously whilst he smirked, “BREAK THEM.”