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Kzel violently munched on the remaining bones of the huge lizard.

"Not enough!" The Rzir scurried around only to see the Ulsu. With foaming mouth, he hurried over the dead lizard and greedily grabbed it. He dragged it to the fire, before ripping it into smaller parts, roasting it after.

When he was done with his second meal, he was suddenly covered in bright white light as a notification popped up in his vision.

>>Scout ship Mkar had broken through the space barrier and is now on stand by in a nearby system.<<

"Huh?"

>>Command Space is now unlocked!

Disabled during combat.

Do you want to enter?<<

Kzel contemplated for a moment, "Enter Command Space." He confirmed, and he got sucked into a hole in space that spat him in a dark place.

>>You are now in the Command Space!

Command Space gives you the benefit of another perception. You can view all scouted sectors down to the tiniest details and can instantly give commands to your domain.<<

"Give me a tutorial on how to operate this Command Space!" Kzel demanded but didn't receive any response from the system.

A 3D layout appeared infront of him displaying the current sector he's in and another highlighted sector with a ship orbitting a planet.

Kzel almost jumped in fright as a holographic video call popped up from nowhere.

"I wait your command, my prince." A Rzir within a black and grey suit, stated in a respectful tone. The voice was male and subtle, with a pitch black helmet adding more mystery in his voice. He was on the background of a cockpit with dark metals strapped around his shoulders.

'My prince?' Kzel's brows furrowed, "What's your name?"

"Kjor Gjebar of the 11th Dark Legion, Your Highness." The Rzir respecfully bowed and saluted.

"Do you have knowledge of my location?"

With a simple hand gesture, a holographic screen appeared at the fore of the Kjor. "Your Extreme Enigma is in sector 11,3 of the Fallen Quadrant."

Kzel pondered for seconds until he asked, "What is the estimated time until you reached my location?"

The Kjor tapped his control panel before answering, "About 300 Srej, Your Highness."

Kzel started reading a notification. Srej is equivalent to hour. He wanted to be alone for awhile so he scrolled through the interface and gave a command to the eager Kjor.

"Continue gathering information from that system, Kjor Gjebar. Report to me any interesting findings." Kzel said and dismissively waved a hand.

"Yes!" The Kjor saluted and the ship in the layout started to move.

With that, Kzel browse through the command and functions for hours. From the smallest details, he put them to memory.

>>We discovered a new alien culture.

K'raw

Properties: Aggressive. Productive. Industrial.

Acceptance: 0%

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K'raws are a peculiar race. Although few inches in size, they are very aggressive and do not tolerate strangers. Due to their size disadvantage in combat, they created huge machines, so-called Mechs. A single K'raw would sit inside the Mech's head and steer the battle colossus. They strive their whole life for armed conflict. In order to achieve this goal, they own impressive production facilities for mass producing Mechs. If we ever succeed in impressing this xenophobic race, we can find ways to improve such advance industry further.<<

Kzel's eyes sparked with interest and tapped the K'raw in the Diplomacy tab.

"Should I eradicate these little creatures? They are a sore in your presence, your Extreme Enigma." Gjebar said, disgust evident in his muffled voice.

"No!" Kzel responded, shaking his head while reading.

>>Transport Ship, Jretaz, had escaped the Dark Space.<<

Another pop up screen appeared on Kzel's vision and displayed a Rzir dressed in a dark uniform who immediately saluted. Unlike the Kjor, he wasn't wearing a helmet. A dozen of crew members were standing behind him in a respective manner.

"Tjen Drasol of the 2nd Dark Invaders."

Kzel saluted back but in a humanly fashion which was a strange sight to the Rzirs.

"I want to enter a friendship treaty with the K'raw." Kzel said, earning even more confused stares.

After a moment of silence, Drasol finally spoke, "According to the information we received from Kjor Gjebar, the K'raws are very distrustful and suspicious to other species. It will be hard to enter a diplomacy with them."

"Is there a way?" Kzel was impressed that the two Rzirs communicated instantly. They were fast to coordinate themselves.

"Our most advance technology are only powered by Dark Energy. There's no way we could harness Dark Matter here in The Fallen." The Tjain thoughfully explained, "We wouldn't be able to sneak inside their communities to study them further. All we could do is make a very a good impression."

"Hmm," Kzel nodded, and gestured the Tjen to continue.

"Since K'raw's pride rests on their Mechs. We will crush it by displaying them a far more advance one." Drasol waved a hand and a notification appeared on Kzel's vision.

Kzel eyes widened at the sight of the huge mech. He was a pilot himself. His mind was almost in a daze just imagining the moment he entered its cockpit.

>>Dark Hunter(Rzikiir)

-Extremely dangerous in planetary and space combat. One of these can devastate an entire populated planet. Only elite Rzirs can pilot these warmachines.<<

"Permission to send a Rzikiir for diplomatic and scientific purpose." Drasol started instructing his crews.

"Granted." Kzel answered with a sly smile. He then double tapped a finger to the Transport Ship, Jretaz.

"So I can view anything as long as they're in my sphere of power." Kzel muttered in awe while watching a large pop up screen displaying the crew of Jretaz orderly moving about. He can even view anyone who are cleaning themselves but they were all males and Kzel almost spat blood after witnessing some undesirable sights.

He made sure to take note of all the procedures they undertook. After a minute, a Rzikiir was directed to the bay and took off.