September 9, 2106 (military calendar)Iv'Lux(transted) 60, 78(Tukyarid calendar)General Tanya Rex Habitable candidate 6 (Tukyarid designation)Rage, furry, wrath none of these come close to what I’m feeling once I’m done watching the open broadcast.

  The Misnai just doomed their entire race. Some of my pns will have to accelerate, as being independent will allow me to use any means I wish with no repercussions. In the meantime, I'll just use whatever I want anyway.

  I am the sole authority on this pnet. My word is w, so using all manner of chemical and biological weapons is perfectly fine. Some of the guys will be uneasy, mostly the ones marching into clouds of death hoping their armor holds.

  I immediately send the order for modified weapons to be mass-produced and my eyes linger on seran gas. Thats perfect.

  I pull the notes on the modified version tailored for the Misnai and check that it won't harm the Tukyarid but more importantly humans. It might but nothing fatal as the misnai have much different nerve endings that it targets.

  My HUD flickers for not even a full breath, and I see some data from the bioweapon NATO used on Africa. It also has the necessary data to include it ‘safely’ into this iteration of seran gas.

  Obviously, the sentinels are watching my hud and wanted to help. I pull the recipe for the combined gas and send it to the fabricators to mass-produce artillery shells.

  I check the pnetary map and recheck the priorities I assigned to the cities. The smaller ones can be ignored as can most of the medium sized ones.

  Once Archangel gets the charges secured and the tukyarid resistance pces them we can roll through the enemy with no problems.

  After another hour of adjusting pns, I find I need a distraction. So I pull up my locked files on what will become our… my kingdom.

  Let’s see Cole all but agreed and I’m certain Griffin will be onboard.

  So that’s house Cole and house Seran and the royal house Rex. I look at my roster and skim through names. Parks and Willy are competent and I’ve beat around the bush with them.

  I message them to come to me and continue in other areas. Currency, we’ll just use the Republics Ravens. That will be convenient for trade too.

  Willy walks in and I gesture to a chair “there have been some developments” I state. He nods “I saw…” I watch his jaw tighten.

  “So how’d you like to be a founding house” he’s silent for a moment then answers “Not as house Willy” I nod seeing no reason to not let him change his family name.

  “House Ferrugo sounds nice” I smirk a little but nod “then it’s official Horace Ferrugo” Again it’s a little weird using his first name.

  Yes everyone knows it but like rabbit we just used something else. It’s at this time that time Rose Parks walks in.

  “Perfect timing” I gesture for her to sit as well. She looks at Horace and asks “What’s this about normally even for secret stuff you give hints”

  I tilt my head “I did though… anyway I need one more founding house” Her eyes go wide “Wait you're not saying”

  I nod “Cole, myself, Griffin, Willy now Ferrugo and yourself will be the founding houses for my kingdom”

  She nods “House Rose has a nice ring to it… would you keep the republics restrictions on research”

  I tap my fingers on my arm thinking for a moment “I’ll certainly be more lenient but some are there for a good reason I’d rather not clone an army”

  She nods “Understandable but nothing against recreating funfur or creating enhanced humans from volunteers right”

  I slowly nod “I’ll let you dabble but try to hold off on anything too serious until we have a solid home”

  I can feel her mind racing away with all the things she wants to do now “Now that that’s sorted we’ll need a pn for once the fleet arrives. I want this pnet pacified by then and a pn for the 104th to get into orbit before anyone can figure out what’s going on”

  Horace states “So a rapid redeployment essentially… if we don’t mind leaving some supplies and anything broken it’ll be easier”

  He continues “Though if they drop in and we are in the middle of combat it’ll be a lot harder”

  I nod “Scraped vehicles can be left but no mechs and no people will be left” They both nod “We won’t leave a man behind and those mechs are a bitch to make”

  We spend the next few hours creating pns for our guys to hopefully be able to get off the pnet in around an hour and have everything secured enough for a full deorbital burn in another half hour.

  Horace interrupts himself as he was the one currently speaking and asks “What are we going to call this kingdom”

  Rosa nods saying “Good question” I think for a moment but my vision tunnels and bck tentacles spread across the rest. They form the word ‘pandora’

  I ponder it for a moment then recall the legend of Pandora’s box. Did it hold hope or destruction?

  I agree with Nyx as I’m certain it was him who fucked with my vision. Few things could describe us better than Pandora. We bring hope to our friends and destruction to our enemies one would hope to know which they are beforehand.

  I smile as I say “Pandora, we’ll be known as the Pandora kingdom” Horace nods “Hope or doom… nice”

  I stay silent for a moment thinking then slowly say “Pass the word discreetly on the pn I’m not going to drag the 82nd or the liquidators into this. Also, pass along that I am allowing the desecration of the enemy corpses”

  They nod and leave and several months pass like nothing was going on. Explosives were smuggled into the city’s and pnted on superstructures and everything was progressing smoothly.

  I have gotten compints from everyone not of the 104th about our sudden change on respecting the dead but I ignored them. After the first few compints, they got the message.

  The first few towns we took and cleared were left with probably hundreds of misnai hanging from their own guts from street mps signs and anything else really that my guys could use.

  We have also been flouting our banner as we did this. The effect is quickly taking hold as it seems whenever they see our banner their morale nearly breaks before we even shoot.

  Across the pnet, the Misnai are pulling back to the rgest city on the pnet and I see an opportunity. I gather my colonels and Ivan and Alvin as well as Kheks and klicks.

  They seem to be low on manpower or at least realize we have been getting through their defensive lines and striking with near impunity so they might as well consolidate.

  I’d wager both and by the ck of assistance from their fleet still in orbit they either can’t or won’t attack the surface, I’m not compining about that.

  Just in case I have some SSMs in orbit sneak over. With everyone gathered I dispy a map of the surface with live imaging and troop movements.

  “As you can see they are falling back to what was the capitol. Klicks how many of the high rises are rigged to blow”

  He consults a data pad “We have just begun” I nod “From now on focus solely on that city once all their troops are there we’ll strike and I want this battlefield as dynamic as possible”

  Alvin asks “Dynamic mam” I nod with a grin “The rough pn is to clear them normally but drop them if need be or to change avenue of action” he and Ivan nod with Ivan saying “Your forces seem uniquely adapted for three-dimensional combat”

  Klicks asks “What will be the tukyarid roll beyond pnting charges” I consider him and his people. They have limited flight capability on this pnet…

  “Volunteers only we'll issue them our equivalent to side arms as they should be easiest to handle and a rundown of how to follow orders and how to use said weapon have them all here well before we march on that city”

  ME-MEAfter the message was sent it was decided to constantly cycle ships so we had the most up-to-date data on the pnet.

  What I’m seeing scared me. Instead of the humans breaking it was our soldiers. Hours of battle footage and the aftermath have been brought home to the capital and my ichor gels up from the sight.

  The change in attitude is apparent on all the human forces but especially so in one particur group. This group has been waving a banner in every engagement like they want us to know who was brutalizing them.

  The banner looks like the sves heads though somewhat artistically interpreted with two swords crossed behind it with I believe numbers above it and some text below it.

  My prisoner warned me this would happen but I figured he was just trying to trick me. Like how he’s been tricking me with his physical performance. I let that slide out of curiosity to see where it would go.

  The door whooshed open. “This has been a disaster this idea is going to cost us the pnet,” the voice says. It’s Milvad the head of all our military forces.

  He continues “You better come up with something or I’m going to have you put in the pits along with that experiment of yours”

  I nearly slump to the ground. “Real results you hear not some theory that’s going to backfire beyond our imagination” With that he leaves.

  With the door closed I do colpse to the floor. I can’t come up with anything I’m going to be executed. Even if I can come up with something who’s to say it’s effective and won’t enrage them further.

  The human did say it was a matter of time before they find him and kill everyone here… it seems he wasn’t lying before and might not be lying about that.

  I’ll be killed either way. A faint voice in the back of my head whispers “What about his offer” My mind races with two separate thoughts.

  The first is how curious it is that I’m the only Misnai that hears a voice like that. I was very careful in that study and settled that a certain level of intelligence was required.

  The other thought stream was about the human's offer. Help him and he'll protect me when the time comes.

  Overwhelmed I have my assistant conduct the simple tests for me. The human looks confused in the cameras but I’m too busy with my thoughts.

  Hypothetically if I were to help him then how? I can’t just release him. Maybe I can conquer both problems at once. Help him while trying or at least looking like I’m trying to come up with another contour measure to the humans.

  What do I know about them? They are incredibly resilient and strong, natural warriors… what if I can make him better?

  Take him from nature's perfect warrior to the perfect warrior. How to do that? He has a robotic arm. Repce more? No how about improving his physiology?

  “Yes” my subconscious says. I’m on the right track. What to change first. I pull up scans of him. His lungs could be improved let’s start there.

  Hmmm I need a real baseline, not his fake ones. I can extrapote somewhat from the recordings I’ve been given from his capture but it’s not enough.

  If I blindly make changes I could half his capacity. For now let’s get a rough pn and also figure out how to push him enough to get what I need.

  Currently he has to inhale and can only get so much air. Circutory vessels fill the inside to pick up oxygen. This opens him up to all kinds of hazards.

  Would it be possible to repce open air lungs with a closed system? Let’s start there then get that baseline so I know how much it’ll need to make…. Then have it have ten times the capacity I’m sure I’ll need it in the future.

  My eyes are attracted to his stomach. It has its own biome of microorganisms that actually assist with bodily functions. Could I do something simir?

  The next two months I spent feverishly developing the concept. I went through several iterations in a fsh before I found one that could work.

  It would currently have the same oxygen production as his lungs but at a constant rather than through breathing which should increase his stamina much further as everything will reliably get oxygen.

  The more I researched how he worked the more I’m impressed by the redundancy and efficiency. That doesn’t mean there isn’t room to improve it seems the humans already have.

  Time to pay griffin a visit with the second half of my pn. I walk through corridors and down lifts. I don’t pay any mind that I’m taking the long route.

  Standing in front of his cell I pause. Please don’t rip my head off. I open the door and he looks at it bored then seems to recognize me. “Thought you were executed”

  Nearly I think. “Are you ready for the next test” he lifts and drops his shoulders. Good enough “you’ll be fighting in the arena”

  His eyes widen. I step inside and trigger the device I got ahold of blotting out the cameras and audio recording devices.

  “I was nearly executed, I’m not fond of the idea of death so I need you to fight so I can get a baseline of your breathing so I can improve it. Hopefully we can stall long enough for your people and you’ll uphold your side and spare me”

  He stares at me for an uncomfortable amount of time never blinking. “I was wondering when this would happen. I’m guessing you can let us talk in secret now” I bob my head like I’ve seen him do.

  “Good I’ll tell you right now if you betray me you’ll be the first to die. So I’ll give my best in the arena if you tell me what happened on that pnet”

  I sit inside and recount the recordings we’ve received and the maiming of my kind. He wears a half smile “I’d love to see the recording but that’s probably not possible I’ll have to guess at some things”

  I tilt my head “what do you mean” he ughs a little “you pissed off the second most powerful person in humanity. Not anyone could roll over your forces so easily even without any support”

  He’s right it’s terrifying the war leaders how they are completely cut off yet they still make gains. He then asks “so what am I fighting”

  This is were my pn fell apart somewhat. “It’s uh I actually don’t know all I know is it’s a competition between me and another group that made some kind of war beast”

  He ughs hard then says “terrible idea st time we fought b made monsters we made them our pets, this should be fun”

  All my eyes widen and my icor freezes. What kind of hell made these humans.