Rumors of Alaric Vorn soon met the ears of the leader of the Nakir, Stauron. Stauron was not the best strategist, obviously since he is using old technology. However, his status was legendary, and he was still a formidable foe in the battlefield. The Nakir had 720,000 men now, survivors of the devastation. But it seems...the Nakir are not the only ones in that region that survived... "Sir!" A scout cried to Stauron, "A great multitude of Scratchians have come!" How odd. No way mere Scratchians survived, Stauron thought. "Sir, their leader wants to meet with you!" the scout replied. "Very well." Stauron replied. "Perhaps they can become Shakarites." Soon a man that looked to be in his mid 60s came, clothed in a steel vest. "Who are you?" Stauron asked. "Are you Alaric Vorn?" "No." the man replied. "I am not Alaric Vorn. You and the Nakir are fools to think you can beat him." "Then you are a servant of him?" Stauron asked. "I never said I was on his side. I just said YOU cannot beat him. You gotta understand child, to beat an opponent, it's more than just violence. You have to be deceptive, manipulative, and alluring to gain a following large enough to beat Alaric Vorn. And quite frankly child, you have none of these qualities." "Who are you?" Stauron asked again. "Who are you that you would dare show such disrespect!" If not for the fact the man was 6 feet 5 inches tall, even taller than Stauron, Stauron would not be as intimidated. "I am a clone of Sogran." the man replied. "Upon Sogran's death, his memories were all collected, and injected into me." Sogran! "You are fools to ally with the Sythrall." Sogran replied. "It will only bring you doom. Your technology is just so pathetic. You don't even stand against me, let alone the World." "You traitor." Stauron said. "You are 1/8 Sythrall and yet you dare speak blasphemy against your own ancestors! I'll have you-" Sogran shot Stauron with a silenced gun quicker than a flash. Stauron collapsed to the ground, as Sogran took out a sword. "It was with this sword that it is said my ancestors Bonaparte conquered the League of Nations. Let this sword, then be known to have conquered it's own makers, the Shakarites!" As quick as lightning, the sword stabbed Stauron in the belly, all the way through, and Stauron collapsed. Sogran finished him off with a smaller blade, slitting Stauron's throat. What was once the most powerful warriors of the region-was reduced to nothing in mere a minute. And Sogran strutted out, using Stauron's son as a hostage so he could escape the camp. After he left, he ordered a strike upon the Nakir. In one order, several ICBMs destroyed the entirety of the Nakir army. Sogran laughed, for now he would help Vorn...for now...
If this is too unrealistic it will be unshared. pixaby for music
