Stories

Chapter 2

There was a man that people ether feared or praised. A man who’s life meant nothing to him anymore. This man was born on a planet called Earth. Even then people that knew him the most did not know he came from there. A man of his intensity his brief time on earth is far from dull. Even to this very day his earth name is a mystery, maybe even to himself. When people speak of his name the room grows quite, because, they know there is about to be a story to follow. Just about everyone in space knows who he is, everyone to the humans and to outer ring of the known mapped space of the all so mystery Grones.

The Grones are a much secreted race. They to, are feared or praised. All that is known of the race, Grones, is that they hold the most power in the Alliance, and they have not lost a single battle. There was a time where the Grones were weak and in a middle of a civil war with there counterpart the Crones. This civil war seemed to be going on since the first day of time. This civil war was so intense that the very war would either make or break the allies on both sides of the field. Like all things this war did have it breaks and the only fighting accord when the Grones got a new emperor. If the new emperor was a strong leader then the Grones would enslave the Crones, however, on the other side if the emperor was weak then the Crones would enslave the Grones.

At this time the Lions where in charge of space and one of there allies was the Crones. The Crones are more a democratic and believed in a senate base government. They where opposed to live under one ruler and felt it was there right to fight anyone on this. Over time the Crones lost the teaching of the old ways and in time lost what made them who they where. Weather or not you where a Grone or a Crone your body is made up of metal, you bones your blood everything. Now the Crones did not loose it all they still can make blades come out near the tops of there knuckles, but rarely did. There counterparts can do way more then just a single blade and when they practice this gift it is more like and art.

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