The Dimension Walker stood in the highest tower of the city of Zh’ka’al. Across from him stood Ogurox HiveLord and Makka’na.
He prepared to unveil a new direction, now that he was freed from the Quall HiveQueens.
“My friends, we are about to set forth on an exciting time here in Zh’ka’al. Our city is going to be accepted by the Earthers as a legal Colony.”
He let that linger for a moment.
Ogurox broke the silence, “Master Vellum, I do not think even a single of our soldiers are ready for a full Giant invasion.”
“That is where your mind goes? I tell you we have finally made a perfect homeland for all Pit Mongrels and Red Fur descendants.
And you worry about Giants? The Elogans will keep the Giants off of us,” replied the Dimension Walker.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” said Ogurox, “The Aegelis that are now our allies do not like the Krato that serve alongside the Elogans. It will come to head at some time.”
“I will leave Gobbog and Kitty to handle those matters,” the Dimension Walker said dismissively.
“You think the Red Furs will come here?” asked Makka’na, “Mighty Ar’yay, whose love is eternal, gave a great sacrifice for us, but it also changed us. We are green furs now. The other Red Furs will consider us suspicious, and worthy of raiding.”
“I know who will come here,” said the Dimension Walker looking squarely at Ogurox HiveLord, “The Horned Dog Cult will send members. Make them feel at home in our cities. Let the Hives think this is a place where they can safely recruit in, but never attack, never kidnap from.
Set the traps in place as you do. I want at least a single Quall HiveQueen under your control Zh’ka Gul Ogurox within the year.
Or should I say Zh’ka Mag Ogurox.”
“The Hive Queens are already whispering of destroying the Aryeserai as an abomination,” replied the Quall N’drone Hivelord, “I can hear their thoughts. They want a xenocide.”
“Unacceptable,” said the Dimension Walker, “You will make it known that the Aryeserai and Citizens of Zh’ka’al are under your protection. And the Earthers protect you…is that understood.”
“Yes, Master Vellum,” said Ogurox, though he suspected the Dimension Walker didn’t have a concept of how much force the other Quall Hives could bring to a real battle. At least it would give him a chance to be among his own kind.
Since the change, the Aryeserai did seem strange, and their mental positivity made him feel rather queasy. Ogurox would handle it in his own way.
“Let us go celebrate my friends,” said the Dimension Walker, “There is a Heroes Parade on the first floor waiting for the Brave Quall Lord Ogurox and the Knight of Simonsburg, Makka’na the Blessed.”
“These names…they are sacrilegious and offensive,” Makka’na said angrily, “The only one deserving of praise is great Queen Ar’yay who looks over us from beyond.”
“Umm… Makka’na…Baby, Ar’yay is dead, and we aren’t in the business of building new religions,” said the Dimension Walker sleezily, “You will be just hero enough for the mobs out there. Remember to smile, and thank the Army of the True Flame for your new Training Facility and Gym here in Zh’ka’al.”
“I had planned on returning to Simonsburg after the war,” said Makka’na sadly.
“Think of all the young former Red Furs who need to learn to use their eyes, need to learn to assimilate into modern culture. You have lived in Simonsburg among the Earthers and Green Furs. You can teach them…how to be.”
Makka’na looked sadly out the great windows of Vellum’s Tower.
There was an entire city celebrating their new status, and all she could do was cry.