It was dark in Tarakus's hut, as his computer console started chiming with an incoming code. Tarakus himself, jumped out of bed, and looked over at his computer. As he sauntered over to his enormous console shelf, an unrecognizable code flashed on the screen. He sat down in front of the console and started analyzing the code. "What the. .?" He uttered in confusion. The code, in his native Tristchanian Minestrian tongue, looked as discombobulated and disjointed as any he had ever seen, as he thought in the back of his mind, that the sender was more used to Basic, than his native tongue, leaving several possible factions as senders: The Shadow Empire, which he had dismantled, the moment he sent it into the Interdimensional Rift Zone, the Taundril, a group that Tarakus had run into about 10 y