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Slowly and gradually Krog had started putting together the puzzle, He was starting to understand the timeline not just of MP-Z but of the entire Astral system. The Razors may have had the intellectual capacity of a six-year-old but their memory was undoubtably impeccable. The Razors all possessed picture perfect memories, remembering everything to the most minute detail. Krog kept eating and kept growing, until he had completely filled the inside of the Dragon skull with no room to actually move. His instincts told him that he needed to pupate in preparation for the next stage in his evolution. As Krog pupated inside the skull and slept, his body began to change, but his mind remained fully awake and growing. Krog was still remembering new details with each and every passing second and putting together all the pieces of the puzzle.

Krog’s initial assessment was that he himself were a Razor, he remembered everything from the time of the rule of the Dragons to the betrayal of the primaries and everything in between. Pupating inside the Dragon skull Krog could feel a hatred for the dragons in his memories and felt an obligation to hate them but for some strange reason he felt a connection to them and couldn’t bring himself to hate them. Instead, he sympathized with the dragons and couldn’t figure out why. Just as he felt that his transformation process was complete, he remembered. The memories had started to come to Krog in chronological order, remembering the memories of his earliest ancestor first and then moving down from there. He had just gotten the final piece of the puzzle as he remembered his father’s memories.

This was life changing, he now knew what he was, for he wasn’t just a Razor, no he was not, he was a Razor-Dragon hybrid: a Drazor. The wasn’t it, he was from the Herculean descent of dragons and possessed all of their abilities.

Krog was infuriated, he was enraged, his transformation was complete and he burst out of the dragon skull, shattering it into hundreds of tiny pieces in the process. There stood Krog, in all of his glory, a beautiful, majestic creature. Being a hybrid, a Drazor, had given him the best of both worlds. He stood at 16 feet tall, small for a dragon but huge for a Razor. His body looked like as if sculpted from marble. He had big strong legs, wide shoulders, a beautiful face, thanks to his mother of course, and mighty, beautiful wings with a wing span more than twice his height. Also from his mother, he had received her complete set of fire manipulation abilities. Krog didn’t look like a dragon but more like a huge, super powerful, beautiful human with wings. A true demon.

Krog knew what he was born to do, his purpose was clear; He was supposed to be the savior of MP-Z, the revivor. As Krog emerged from his metamorphosis, he not only felt immensely powerful, but also knew exactly what he needed to do. He needed to bring back the glory days of MP-Z.

The ASTRAL system under the PRIMARIES

The Primaries ruled supreme over the entire Astral system. Although the primaries had started off with a united front, it was only a matter of time before their selfish and arrogant nature took over. Zerk had maintained a very strict control, keeping all the factions united under his rule, but immediately after his death, the Primaries reverted back to their old ways and wasted no time splitting up into factions. The Primary factions divided the conquered planets of the Astral system among the factions. The Primaries were back to their original state, the factions divided and at war with each other. The seven factions had divided the Astral system among themselves. The seven major factions: Nora, Reel, Tren, Sect, Melog, Thresa and Forte in order of the power they possessed and the respect and authority they demanded.

Nora being the strongest faction took control of most of Prima. Nora willingly gave up control over the inhabitable planets over to the other factions, choosing instead to take two uninhabitable planets; Centa and Preen, renaming them as Prima-ces and Prima-tres. These uninhabitable planets, the primaries had discovered contained a practically infinite amount of metals, minerals and other valuable ores. Nora took charge of these uninhabitable planets immediately labelling them their mining colonies. Dortha and Decca were distributed among the remaining factions. Reel, Tren and Sect each got their respective shares of Dortha, while Melog, Thresa and Forte divided Decca among themselves.

Melog, Thresa and Forte decided to forego their lands on Prima and move to Decca altogether. As Decca wasn’t home to any sufficiently advanced life forms, it seemed for them the perfect place to set up base without any resistance. Melog, Thresa and Forte imagined Decca to be their new home, far away from any rival factions.

The Astral system was in state of absolute and total chaos. Nora had started massive mining operations of Prima-ces and Prima-tres, depleting the resources of Prima in the process. Reel, Tren and Sect were giving it their best trying to ravage and ruin Dortha. Dortha had seen unprecedented destruction and devastation during the war between the last dragon stronghold and the Primaries. The factions in control of Dortha had enslaved the Mudders and executed any remaining dragons. Melog, Thresa and Forte did everything in their power to exploit the lifeforms of Decca, using them for farming and exporting their meat and other raw materials to other Primary factions. The Astral system was divided, in utter disarray and being exploited at an unsustainable pace.

Krog stood mighty, slowly becoming aware of his heightened senses and advanced abilities. He could feel the energy of the planet around him. He could hear the most minute of sounds from miles away. His eyesight was sharper than humanly imaginable. He could construct a mental image of the terrain around him by putting together the sounds, smells and energies he could feel, almost like a 3-D sonar map. As Krog started exploring the wasteland that was Metaplanet zero he started to feel the presence of Razors nearby, but it was more than that, it was almost as if he could hear their thoughts, feel what they were feeling and see what they were seeing. He could just as easily not only share his thoughts with the Razors but effectively gain full control over their minds. The Razors could sense the advanced abilities and superior ancestry of Krog. The Razors not only submitted willingly, but actively rejoiced considering Krog to be their savior and master. Krog was the stuff of legends. The Razors had never seen anything quite like him before. He was one of them yet leagues above them in terms of power and intellectual abilities.

Physically Krog was much smaller than the biggest of dragons, but in terms of raw power and strength, he was much stronger than the mightiest dragon had ever been. His fire control abilities were far beyond those of the strongest of dragons. Maybe it was the double dose of the Herculean blood, once through genetics and once during the metamorphosis stage. Maybe it was due to the fact that being a dragon Razor hybrid, his existence was composed of both matter and fire, effectively allowing him to exist in both realms. Krog instinctively fit in with all the lifeforms of MP-Z. The battered environment and damaged atmosphere became the perfect nursery for Krog. Krog now set about exploring MP-Z, gathering allies and supplies, assembling his throne, where from he would wage war against the Primaries and reclaim what so rightly belonged under his reign.

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