The Rebel Faction

TARGET, Azguards' national explorers league, Had been sending ships out to the far reaches of the galaxy for some time now. One day, one of their explorers (Karnam Fradvick) Encountered a nice creature at a space Port. He was very tall, about three meters. He was also covered in brown fur and had black eyes. His legs were backwards, making it look like their knees are on the wrong side. THey have whiskers, a muzzle, and an exra elbo on each arm.

But the most unusual thing that Karnam had found out about these creatures is that they have no homeworld. The evil, loathsome, despicable, bad, not well liked, cruel, etc, Empire bombed it to oblivion.

"Since then" He had said "Our race has started to die out."

So when Azguard heard of their plight, they started the FROZIAN RELOCATION OPERATION.

After the Battle Of Mon Calamari (Which we won, Yay!) the Military fleet of Azguard was kept permenantly around orbit. But the civilian populice responded with much kindness. They were sent across the galaxy, seeking out these lone, lost Frozians, and inviting them to come to Azguard, where the govermnent would prepare a huge project where they would find the Frozians a new world.

Although some did not wish to, many flocked to Azguard, more infact then Azguard had excpected. Both both races are roughly the same height, so they got along O.K.

Then a large research project was established, where trained doctors and scientists studied the Frozian Frame.

Indeed, they were poorly articulated, but their brains were stronger then that of most species.

During the research, one of the scientists, Furlong Bartenby, noticed something peculiar.

"Not one of them is below the age of twenty!"

It was true. THey were all older then Twenty, but the majority were around that age. As the maturity and lifespan of a Frozian is similar to that of a human, it was quite disturbing.

When approached about this strange phenominon, the Frozians were embarrassed, until finally one told them.

"Uh, ever since our world was destroyed, the, uh, gravity, and lack of certain plant life, has caused, well, sterility."

So that was why they were dying out. They were sterile, and this was their last generation. With this information out, people swamped the main office with donations and gifts, money and... Home made remedies *Shudder*

Anyways, the Govermnent panicked. They were just trying to relocate some people, they didn't want to have to delv into some horrifiing medical phenominon.

There was only one thing for it, they would have to double their research. Scientists raced thither and yon, researching worlds, studying charts, pointing at bits of string, hopping on one foot, making little clucking noises, playing saturday night fever, and the like.

But all of this effort from the nations' scientific comunity was for nought. The description of their world was a tiny little sphere, covered in lush forests and little plants. The greatest members of the Scientific world got together.

"This is getting us nowhere" Said the big, dignified proffesor, Shlump. "We need to find more worlds"

Admiral Freewater thought for a second "Could we solve it by blowing something up?"

The Scientists sighed, "No Mr. Freewater, blowing up something would not help"

"Well what if we tried to change their DNA structure?" Suggested Doctor Yiffin, famed scientist.

There was a murmur of agreement, that sounded rather scientific, and was sure to get them a grant for the next few years, where they could lounge on beaches, eat sandwiches, and then say "Inconclusive".

"You're all wrong!" said a diminuitive voice. The scientists looked down into the determined eyes of doctor Fralginway, who was only a meter and a half tall.

Yiffin sighed "We've heard your theory, and it sounds nice, but honestly, how scientific is it? Some thick-headed moron sitting around at home writing little stories on his home computer about aliens could have come up with that."

The others aggreed. They may be unsure, but they had their dignity.

"Oh come off it, you old buffon. You know I'm right, admit to it!" His theory was, simply, that the Ice World Hurok was indeed once a tropical paridise. But the patterns of a far off comet suggests that it had once passed near Hurok and changed its' orbit, making it a frozen Ice Ball. But due to the famous "layers" of Hurok, it is believed that in some of the lower layers of the planet could be found regions that are still paradise. And of course the world is pretty small, so it has low gravity.

But there was another problem with Hurok. It was a very vital square in a Game of Azguard Chess, which is like normal chess except you have millions of computer-generated pieces which you give orders to on a realistic virtual battlefield. The Azguard mind is not very good at abstract. Hurok was currently held by the Furen. The Furen are a subspecies of Azguard. They are brutish, cruel, and own four planets; Hephastus, Renzokain, Graks, and Hurok. They also had a substantial military force and a fleet of several warships.

Although the Azguards deeply wished to help the Frozians, they weren't ready to fight another battle against the Furen, not now.

"Its' the ONLY WAY" said Fralginway. "I'm prepared to go to the world myself and find out. I propse a race around the world in eighty days to decide whether we shall indeed follow my theory."

---{one race around the world later}---

"Alright" Panted Shlump "You win. We'll go to Hurok and find out."

So now, the expedition was packed and the four Greatest scientific/Militiristic minds of Azguard would discover the truth about Hurok and...

WHAT LIES BENEATH!

The four intrepid, or maybe just dumb, adventurers rn across the secondary tundra. Huge belts of ice and snow expanded for as far as the eye could see. They followed the scanner across this land until...

"Left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right, left, right,-"

"Will you SHUT UP mister Freewater?" Said Yiffin "Your presence so far has been utterly useless. Honestly, why did we even bother to bring you?"

Mr Freewater began to cry.

"You big bully!"

Proffesor Shlump sighed and tentativly patted the general on the back. "There there, pay no attention to the bad man. Mr. Yiffin, say you're sorry"

Yiffin sighed in turn. "Sorry"

"There, all better, now stop sucking your thumb and lets' get going."

Fralginway took a gulp of brandy to calm his irritaited nerves. Why did he have to go with these idio-

"Hey! Don't hog it all!" Said Yiffin as he made a grab for the brandy.

Shlump pushed up his glasses and said "Did you bring enough for everyone? Hm? I didn't think so!"

*Sigh* "Lets' hurry up"

Eventually they found the next crack. It was warmer down the Next layer, warmer still then the one above that, but you knew that, didn't you? You know it all omnipotent reader, who doesn't even bloody exist! I could say fish and you'd never notice!

They found the snow melte4d in places, and there was far less ice.

'We're getting close. Soon we shall discover-"

Wham! A snowball hit Fralginway mid-sentance, and the force knocked him sideways. He lifetd himself up angrily and scanned his friends' faces, the picture of highly suscpicious innocence. He turned again, and quickly ducked as three snowballs whizzed overhead.

"STOP THAT!" He roared at them. But as he did, one got him in the back of the head.

"I Said-" Wait a minute, I'm looking at them, yet I was hit from behind, thus meaning-

He turned, very slowly.

Behind him stood a very shaggy, very white, very well-clawed and toothed (As in he was in possession of a very large and functioning set) Biped thing. It smiled and threw another snowball with bullet force, that singed his hair-well, if he had hair, Azguard are all balled- Well, women arn't, but men are-Well, they have hair but just not on their heads- I think I'll stop While I'm ahead...

The four stared at him, he stared back.

"Well thats' weird..."

Shlump picked up the book. They had gotten a copy from space merchants twelve years ago, so that they could decode the complexe computer codes on the first starship ever to crash land into their moon.

"Kraum" He said "Where did you get this?"

"Kraum get book from man called..." His brow furrowed. "Uh... Not Kraum."

Frelgrin sighed "So his name was something other then Kraum?"

"Uh... Yeah"

Kraum looked at a small pile of rocks in the corner and leapt to his feet.

"Oh no! Kraum going to be late!"

Kraum started running. The four watched his retreat with confusion. Soon Frelgrin followed him, then Yiffin, then Shlump, and after awhile Freewater.

Kraum had left his cave, and now they could see other Kraum-like beings running across the land. They were all speaking in the same simplified version of Basic, and all bumbled along.

The four were perplexed-well, except for Freewater, he had found a shiny object and was therefore happy.

Soon they saw where all the Kraum-or Me-were going. A large obalisk sat ontop of a hill, and they were gathering to it. Yiffin looked up, only to see to his surprise a large Kraum-shaped hole in the first layered section directly above the Obalisk.

A Kraum with a big hat stood holding a purple leather book over his head, as the others bowed to it.

"We, da Kraum, speak to de... uh..." The speaker paused, his brow furrowed "God guy ting, to pass our wordses to da Messyah"

The other Kraum intoned "Yeah, Da Messyah!"

"We, Da kraum, you know, us guys, are all good an' happy, and hope you come back soon, because if you do we give you a big present. Oh, and we met some nice gray tings too."

"Hail da Messyah!"

Shlump and yiffin's eyes glazed over. Think of the TV rights! The money they could make on psychological books! Think of all the Diplomas they'd get.

But Frelgrin was thinking of the unnerving present. These beings, these large strong beings, worshipped his races' eternal Nemesis as a god. Combine with that the fact that they'll standing in plain sight of him and that he has apparently only come down to deal with them, this was not good.

Freewater had found a shiny rock. He was good for an hour or two.

The Furen was alittle unusual as far as Furens go. He was thinner, shorter, less muscular, and didn't look to be utterly stupid.

He looked at the four researchers (well, three researchers, one Freewater) and did something which years of medical tests and research had said to be physically impossible for a Furen.

He smiled.

"Ah" He said, (which was also unusual, as Furen usually started with "Lesser scum") "What brings you here, my dear exploring types?"

They paused, expecting some ironic humour, or perhaps a bullet to the head. But none came.

Unfortunately, it was Shlump who recovered first.

"Well" He said, using an impertinant tone "Just to warn you, we have a fleet of warships in orbit, a small army on its' way, and Mr. Freewater here can kill you six ways with his thumbs alone!"

There was a thud. Shlump turned to see that Mr. Freewater had apparently hit himself with the rock in his hands and knocked himself out.

"well, Mr. Freewaters' stupidity not-withstanding, we still command vast military resources!"

Our four intrepid adventurers led the Frozians and their armed escort across the planets’ surface. It was weary work, dragging along the snow swept lands, but an idle hour was passed playing ‘I Spy with my little eye’. Unfortunately the game was discontinued when someone said S and no one could see anything that could fit.

The thousands of Frozians trailed onwards until finally, when all hope of finding the entryway before their hot-cocoa supplies were depleted was lost, a small mote of light in the distance shone.

“Ooooh, look, the lights” said Freewater, pointing to the spot.

“We’re almost there, keep going” said Frelgrin as encouragingly as he could to the Frozians, who scurried ahead in hope of safety.

“Put your backs into it!”

Frelgrin turned to see Shlump and Yiffin being carried on the back of palquins being carried by Frozians. Not only that, but it seems the two were egging their carriers on in some sort of race.

“You two!” He shouted, pointing an accusing finger at the pair “What are you doing? Get off there at once! We are leading these people to freedom, you don’t exploit them for that. Now get off right now and say you’re sorry.

“Yes mister Frelgrin” they said disappointed, and they got off.

“And let that be a lesson to-Is that a note, Mr. Yiffin?”

“Uh, no?”

“Hand it over” Frelgrin looked at it “”Mr Frelgrin is a Poopy pants” Am I then?”

In the middle of this farcical argument, Freewater wandered in and said “Hey, aren’t we supposed to be following them?” and then he pointed over in the distance, where the Frozian Column wore on in the distance.

“Quick! We must catch them up!” And so they ran, and they ran, and they stopped for a breather (“We’re scientists, not athletes!”) then ran. Then finally, they found themselves back with the column.

A good thing too, because the column was running straight through the hole in the surface, and were already securing themselves at the base.

“Ah, the first step towards a great cause!” Said Frelgrin triumphantly.

“And which cause is this?” Said Shlump “The cause to prevent sterility in a race of three meter tall furry bipeds with backwards knees?”

“Oh shut up”

They continued on to the next layer, but now they were wary. The Kraum lived on the next layer, how would they react to this race of people? The armed escort drew closer together and the four scientists were poked further and further ahead.

But it was all for naught, when they got to the next layer with the Kraum, the Kraum greeted, nay welcomed the Forzians with open arms. The Kraum flowed from their mountain homes and shook hands and declared proudly “Me Kraum”.

This kind reception was met with kindness in return. The Frozians, a well-minded species, spoke animatedly with the Kraun, in high spirits for the thought of the impending saving of their race.

The Kraum accompanied the Frozians all the way to the next layer, which was compleely snow-free. There they dined on fruits and vegetables and very small animals in a sort of impromptu buffet. And then, finally, they reached the last level.

This was a tropical paradise, complete with Palm trees and sand and salty water. Even a toucan or two.

The Frozians were ecstatic. This was just as their homeworld was, except for the ceiling. They embraced one another in joy………

“Er… I think we better leave now” said Frelgrin.

“Yes… Leave…” concurred Slump

“Now hold on… for the sake of science shouldn’t we make sure-“

“NO”

“Ok, worth a shot”

And so for now, the Azguardians backed away.


A few days later

A few days later they returned to Hurok, to help establish a government and houses and things. Now the first question is of course: Where will the booze go? The second question is then, What shall be the social and political relations between the native Kraum and the newer Frozians.

Once a place was found for the booze, they thought about it.

The easiest soloution was to merge the two groups and make them one nation. But the Frozians had to remain deep in the lower sections, and the Kraumish anatomy suggests that it is suited to its’ chosen layer alone. So what was there to do?

The Azguards decided that each would have their own Principality, elect their own leader, and the two leaders together would work together with the nation.

And who do you think they sent to organize all this?

Yes, you guessed it, our four heroes.

“Are we there yet?” “No” Are we there yet?” “No” “Are we there yet?” “No” “Are we-“ “Mr. Freewater! When we arrive I shall inform you, until then SHUT UP”

One short spaceship trip later, they arrived at Hurok-Again.

They hustled with construction crews and teams and things down to the deepest layer of the planet, where the Frozians live. There they began construction on houses and mini malls. But it was slow work, as the four had conflicting ideas on how to put it together.

“Great big spires, that’s’ the ticket” Said Shlump, waving a sheet of paper with pictures of big gothic spires on it “We pop a few of those on top of the houses, it’ll look great!”

“No, No,” said Yiffin “Some sort of dome would look much nicer. Besides, spires might hit the ceiling”

“Look, a moo cow” Said Freewater, who showed them a crude crayon drawing.

“That’s’ very good Mr. Freewater.” Said Frelgrin, with a sigh “Now go back to your desk and finish your homework.”

But even with all this chaos they were able to eventually put up houses. Thus began the colonization of the Frozians