STORMING DOWN a long corridor that led out of the front entrance of the Grand Galactic Deciding Temple were the five remaining Galactic Deciders of the Voltairan Empire.

  Leading Apollox, Rayven, Medo, and Draex was Braako, who had even more ‘darkened circles’ around his intensely bloodshot eyes.

  Having been adorned in brand new, ‘undamaged’ uniforms, the five Galactic Deciders were requested to make their ‘gracious’ appearance at the ‘Grand Festival’ that was set to be held in the next twenty minute-cycles at City Square right in front of the Royal House of Voltair.

  Mischievous expressions painted the deciders’ chiseled faces… Except for Medo, who was still shaken up by the ‘sudden murderers’ of her ‘brothers’ Kai and Xan at the ‘blood-soaked hands’ of ‘power-maddened’ Braako.

  Once they were all outside, Braako led the four other deciders fifteen feet away from the Temple.

  Then, in one simultaneous motion, the Galactic Deciders all turned around to face ‘the only home they ever knew’, now standing side by side.

  Whilst they all glared at the Grand Galactic Deciding Temple in ‘true anger and disdain’ (except for Medo), Braako stepped before his siblings with a look of ‘fiery hatred’ burning in his darkened eyes.

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  The Grand Galactic Deciding Temple.

  A place where my loyal… AND UNLOYAL brothers and sisters have dwelled since we were mere childlings.

  For as long as I can remember, I looked to the Temple as a haven of refuge… Comfort… SAFETY.

  Now, I see it as… A THRACKING PRISON!!!

  Within the Grand Galactic Deciding Temple’s heavily fortified walls of impenamite, the emperor kept us all trapped… HOLDING US BACK cycle after cycle so we could do whatever he told us to do. Whatever he COMMANDED us to do.

  No more… NO THRACKING MORE, I SAY!

  On this day-cycle, my remaining LOYAL siblings and I shall strike out on our own.

  We shall do whatever we wish to do without any restraint or the thracking leveling of our emotional baselines.

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  On this day-cycle, tis the start of our ‘new revolution’… OF OUR REIGN.

  It shall be a truly grand and glorious day-cycle… And I know just ‘how’ we are going to start it.

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  “Heh, heh, heh…” Braako snickered as the rest of his siblings, except for Medo, all equally sneered, smirked, and chuckled.

  Raising up both of his arms now, Braako harnessed his rampant emotions immediately, causing his eyes to glow bright, stark white.

  Clenching his fists, Braako used his telekinesis to lock on to and flow through every corner, crevasse, nook, cranny, and IMPENAMITE BRICK that made up the Grand Galactic Deciding Temple.

  Then, in one brief and instantaneous motion, Braako released his fingers from his palms… AND BLEW the Temple’s whole infrastructure into smithereens… Taking all ten members of the Grand Galactic Deciding Council, and whomever else remained inside, along with it.

  KA-BLAM!!!

  The shockwave that was produced from the Temple’s ‘breaking’ rattled the southern half of Voltair City, which was where it was originally located.

  As for City Square and the emperor’s ‘Grand Palace’ (which was located all the way in the center of Voltair City) they felt nothing. Nothing at all.

  Braako and the others knew this, which is why they made the collective decision to destroy their ‘former’, longtime dwelling.

  While a large dust cloud of debris and cinder emerged from where the Grand Galactic Deciding Temple had once stood, Braako deactivated his breaking ability and turned around to face his siblings once more.

  With astonished looks on everyone’s faces, even Apollox’s, Braako smirked, “On this day-cycle,

  our new Universal Reign begins, my TRUE BELIEVING brothers and sisters.”

  As all of the Galactic Deciders now turned their eyes on Braako, the wicked Commanding-Leader stated proudly, “From the ashes of all the ‘non-believers’ that infest the Known Universe, we shall become gods! THRACKING GODS!!!!”

  Apollox, Draex, and Rayven all then instantly rejoiced with Braako.

  As for Decider Medo, she had a worrisome expression on her face whilst she stared into the now

  revealed wreckage and rubble of the Temple.

  Whilst she stared into the broken remnants of the destroyed Grand Galactic Deciding Temple, which was already beginning to be responded to by multiple aerial squad-units of Voltairan Knights piloting ‘Astro-Gunships’ and ‘Astro-Fighters’, Medo wondered how and where it all went so wrong so quickly… EVERYTHING.