Shakar's mind raced. Because he had the TR-5 virus, he had gone mad. Shakar had dreamed one night, and behold Bonaparte, his ancestor appeared to him. He ordered him to restore the Shakarite Empire, Shakron. So Shakar betrayed Mothos, and he began infecting the Shakarites. Shakarites throughout Mothron are going insane, and many have lost their minds and have begun infecting like crazy. Others like Shakar, haven't lost all their memories, but are still going insane. Then Shakar traveled to a remote Mothronite outpost, so far from the Capital they hadn't learned of Shakar's betrayal yet. "Hello." Shakar smiled. "Ah Shakar." a Mothronite soldier said. "Is the Hand of Satan gone?" "Yes." Shakar smiled. "But a new threat has replaced it. The other insurgent groups have unified." "Uh oh." a Mothronite soldier said. "Well come on, you must be tired. Get a cup of coffee inside and rest. We will deal with this." Shakar followed them inside. He got himself a cup of black coffee, the scent filling his nostrils. He slowly drank the cup of coffee, strategizing the best way to infect these Mothronites with Bonaparte's scourge (TR-5 virus). Then Shakar got an idea. After finishing the cup of coffee, he suddenly attacked them, and bit their arms. The soldiers screamed in terror, as Shakar disarmed them. As he destroyed communications, the Mothronite soldiers fled. But being infected, they have begun to lose memories and gain hallucinations (though they aren't fully infected yet) And Shakar simply walked away, and boarding his fighter jet, went to an unknown location.
@Sarebar_Republic for the Mothronite Soldier Me
