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| - Once Nero reached the harbor, he shoved his mouse finger into the steel dial set on the diamond coated titanium door of one of the few small ships floating in the harbor. As he turned his finger in a quick combination of left and right turns the high pitch sound of diamond clashing against diamond could be heard slightly, until finally Nero pulled out his finger and opened the door. Inside, the ship looked less secured, as the boat’s exterior was made of titanium, coated with diamond. The inside was still titanium, but a rug was laid on the floor and the walls were varnished. A light casting rune shone dimly on the ceiling and was set in a box that’s bottom slid underneath the light, to let one sleep. The boat was small, it only had two rooms, one lounge and one control room. The lounge had a one-person bed, an armchair and a rocking chair. The control room had levers for the sails and a wheel to aim the thruster runes. Nero gazed about dreamily, reminiscing some old memories. He walked over to a shelf and stroked it with his paw while explaining, "This is a ship I made, five back thrusters, three front thrusters and a frame that can take cannons.” "So we are riding this ship until we get to Zixra?”Kizox asked with a slight tone of disgust. "Yes, and it’ll be better then that cargo ship we illegally boarded.”Nero replied. "We weren’t suppose to board that ship?”Kikaz asked with a voice of guilty nervousness. "Well let’s see; we boarded the cargo ship without a permission slip stating that we could legally immigrate, I have a warrant stating that I can be killed in reward of 100 000 diamonds, and you two are being looked for as runts. Yes, we are permitted to just go over to Sharoz, another continent and make a guild on Zixra.”Nero answered in a completely sarcastic voice full of annoyance, "But on to other matters, please read while I prepare the Sea Dragon.” And a door opened...And then it closed. A bag opened, and then it closed. A book opened, and then it stayed open. On the deck, where the engineering was visible, Nero could see that everything around him had signs of neglect. He cleaned the drainage tubes, readjusted the metal wires, tightened the screws and bolts, polished the gears, recharged the energizer, washed the window, reinstalled the excess energy cannons, straightened the thrusters, polished the exterior, shifted the cargo for frontal weight, checked for rotten food, rationed the food supply, tested the radar compiler, planned a course to Zixra, filled the water bottles with the mother plant’s juices, packaged some of the mother plant’s vines, checked the weather conditions, rechecked everything, test ran everything, started up the engines and started off for Zixra. While Nero did these tedious tasks, the twins read up to Chapter 7:Using Your Surroundings (both were titled the same), played chess and then looked at Nero’s geographical maps of every area in Synava (even the aquatic zones). The maps were at a scale of one centimeter by one centimeter square equals one kilometer by one kilometer square ratio. After analyzing the maps, they organized the maps so that you could make a map of Synava without difficulty. By then Nero had set everything up and estimated the direction they needed to go in order to reach Zovna the quickest. So he came into the inner room to see how the twins were. Kikaz was the first to react, by getting up and asking "Where did you find all those maps?” "I have been to every continent and have been taught by some of the best map drawers, those I drew myself.”was Kikaz’s reply. "You drew every part of Synava?” was the shocking reply Nero received by Kizox. "Yes, when you have as many years as I have had in your life, you find that things that never change get boring, you know what is going to happen, but geography is something that is always changing. I have swam to the bottom of the ocean and measured its floor, I have flew up into the sky to find out what way the jet streams are going and I have climbed every mountain to get its height, and measured its circumference repeatedly to measure its average slope angle. I have recorded the fauna and flora of every ecosystem and seen them all evolve, how the only two things that haven’t died, in the sense of not being revived, is the mother plant of Sharoz and me, a race so unknown that they classify me as a spiros. I can remember when the shadons were just starting to become paler, when they started to build their dome. I remember when the humans came in their metal cones and interbred with the other species of this planet and tried to join us with their federation, a union that has dispersed now, and how the technology they brought was banned, for the way it mass murdered. I remember when a meteor hit Synava, the crater has become flatter, but it is still an indent. I remember everyone thinking of it negatively of it, but I saw it as a great package of resources. I remember when the skullkas were only two meters tall, but they made a law to refine their race, and now they are two and a half meters tall. I have drawn maps like that many times, those are the most recent. This ship is my portable home, the other one is at the peak of Mount Zixra.”was the very long reply to Kizox’s rhetorical question. "How long have you been alive?”asked Kikaz. "I haven’t died for the past five thousand years, the first time I was recorded in history was about forty-five thousand years and I’d estimate about five thousand years not being recognized in history, so that would be about fifty thousand years of memories.” "Where are your other maps?”Kizox asked curiously. "They are preserved with an ointment and kept in my home at Zixra, only the most recent maps are kept here, copies are at Zixra. "Can we see your home when we reach Zixra?” "Your unknowing of Zixra makes me smile, and yes, it is the best place to hold refuge, but I plan to make a main fortress to have quicker action.” "Can you explain your plan?” "I can, and I will, I plan to make a different ranking system, I will be Master of All, you and Kikaz will both be a generals, working with the same unit, and would lead an ambush on Zovna, from there I would not show up as a general, but as an anonymous mage, then change into a soldier to get closer to the fortress and then into one of their soldier’s costumes to enter the castle, then change into a messenger and get to the new warlord, from their I would kill him and change my identity into his, from their I would enter the main room, and when Virk gets up I would throw a beam of energy at him, he would send it back, with more vigor and I would reflect it into his chandelier, it would shatter, so I would reflect the shards at him. From their we would commence a battle. If I become doomed, I can escape through the hole that would be in his ceiling.”was the long reply of Nero’s. "Well thought of, but what if something goes wrong?”Kizox remarked. "Improvise, I am a warlord with more then a thousand years of experience, I have improvised many times, I rarely am defeated.”was the brief reply of Nero’s, "but it has been a long day, get to sleep, you two can fight over the bed, I’ll just take the rocking chair..."
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