Blizzar narrowed his eyes as the armada of ships before him fell back, their assault unrelenting against the remaining GP forces. Cupping his fists, Blizzar had to admit the only reason he returned here first and not Earth was that he had some small fondness for his time among the GP. He would not let the officers who remained die in vain. "I can go about this forever, but to tell you the truth, my skillset does not lie in engaging in interstellar dogfights with ragtag fleets of ships. I could take them out one by one but by the time I reach half, the lot of you would be decimated by now..."
"Just do what you can, sir and we'll do the same!" P-Cee replied over her comm-link, doing all she could to avoid the volley of fire headed in her direction.
"For as much good as that'll do us....we need a plan of action! we don't even have a window to retreat!" X-Bo exclaimed, tiredly. It was not too long ago that they had arrived at the battlefield, but they were already beginning to feel weary of the insurmountable odds presented against them.
"Don't give up yet, brother!" P-Sta encouraged his siblings. "Now's not the time to let the stakes get the better of you! These are no second-rate piratic vessels nailing us to the wall, these are warships. Massive frigates of the deadliest of the galaxies criminals. Everyone the Galaxy Police has made an enemy of, now regrouped and given the chance to enact their revenge! Perhaps some of their grievances can be traced back to us. We haven't exactly been proficient at our jobs, have we?"
P-Sta's ship rocked forward as more fire from enemy ships began to pelt the dwindling number of GP Ships from all directions, causing many of them to break formation. "But we are not here to ruminate on the fate of the GP! We're here to aid in their escape so that we may assist in the efforts to track down and defeat Sakin once and for all!"
"That's right!" N-Ten's voice chimed in. "Our allies across the galaxy are in great danger, we know that much! We have to live through this!" she grunted, pulling up on her leaver to narrowly avoid enemy gunfire. "We're gonna pull through!"
"Heh heh..." St-Eam, the newest and youngest member of the Squadron scratched his nose, excitedly. "Don't forget, guys! The one and only Dr. Cast's in there too! If anybody can pull a miracle outta his sleeve it's him! And I bet he has something right now given how quiet he's been this whole time..."
One by one, many enemy ships burst into spectacular explosions, most of them from Blizzar zooming around the perimeter, punching through as many ships as he could to free the entrapped GP Ships and give them a chance to escape. He too, hoped Dr. Cast had something up his sleeve, for everyone's sake. After all, while he had plenty of energy to pummel these ships for quite a while, he wasn't entirely sure what to expect from such a massive fleet composed of those with such desperate, dark intent.
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In the depths of the GP Base, Dr. Cast, and Durive...had finally made it. It looked more akin to an archeological dig than the core of a massive space station, but not many knew the secrets hidden within the heart of the GP's headquarters, save Commissioner Mourn, Durive, and himself. Not many knew just how the base was not built but found, adrift in the cold depths of space. A shining beacon awaiting those who sought justice. And now the base was but a shell of it's former self. It didn't at all resemble what it truly was.
Loose panel and electrical wiring hung from the walls. None of it seemed to be of similar make to anything in Universe 15. Something truly alien, truly foreign but all the same...charming, in a sense. A warm feeling that would bring one back to their youth. It was an odd sensation, but if anything Durive felt welcome here more than any other area of the base. Though perhaps the look of content was fro the fact that he remembered he'd grabbed a burger before he and Dr. Cast left and it was only just now that he'd gotten a chance to slow down and eat it.
"Durive, my friend..." Dr. Cast knelt down to the floor. "Just how long has it been since you were found, hmm?" Dr. Cast inquired. "How long has it been since you have truly gotten to play?" he asked Durive, who hastily wiped the crumbs off of his face for the burger he was chowing on. The barbecue sauce remained, however. It was just outside his field of vision.
But none of that mattered now. It was finally time. It had been very long, hadn't it? Dr. Cast brushed off the dust from a large sliding door [laced upon a tube that appeared to be made from some reinforced glass. "This looks like it..." he held out his hand for Durive to hop on, and the diminutive Chief did so. "I think....I think that once this happens. Things will no longer be exactly the same. I don't think you will go back to being Chief of the GP."
Durive offered a non-chalant shrug. But then he remembered all the pranks. The memories. Tears began to well up in his crayon-eyes. But he was determined. With some effort, Dr. Cast used his free hand to slide the glass tube door open used the other to place Durive inside. The chief was enveloped in an almost holy light as he ascended upward within the tube. Dr. Cast covered his eyes, the light soon enveloping the entire base.
Covering his eyes still, he managed to draw out a communicator linked the entire base in order to broadcast his next message to all ships in the vicinity friend and foe alike.
***
"Greetings, staunch defenders and hated foes of justice!" Dr. Cast's voice resonated, broadcast throughout all ships.
Enemies old and new. It's been a long road, hasn't it? We've all wronged each other, but there are more pressing matters to attend to. Desperate, bitter matters, born of the oldest hatreds within the cosmos. It is now time to put these old hatreds aside, but I see many of you toss reason to the wind. Perhaps if our former Lieutenant's persuasive offers do not dissuade you, then this will."
A light began to envelop the GP's Base, once christened The Sanctum Supernova in times od old, a name seldom used anymore but all too fitting now as it flashed brilliant colors and its metal hull began to slowly shift and fold.
"This is not some old fortress built by the hands of mortals, this was not simply the grounds for which justice was to be decided by committees and filled to the brim with young upstarts brimming with hope for the future of the galaxy. It is something more. It was always something more. Older, more ancient than you can imagine!"
"It...it can't be?!" P-Sta exclaimed. "I've always figured, there was something unknown about HQ, but this is just the icing off the cake! The base is really doing it! It's transforming!"
"All these years, right under our nose..." P-Cee almost laughed.
"Hell yeah! This is it!" X-Bo sat back relieved. "You were right little bro. Dr. Cast always has something up his sleeve!"
"See, I told ya!" St-Eam folded his arms, the smugness almost audible from within his ship.
"We should probably use this chance to fall back, but I don't want to miss this...I don't think our enemies will either," N-Ten giggled excitedly.
The remaining GP forces, for the first time since this assault began, started to feel the light of hope shining across their weary faces. Its rays, gentle and strong like a sun, could warm even the coldest depths of space.
It was as if a valorous, jovial song had once again swayed their hearts into action. Even Blizzar, his pristine carapace now coated in the dirt and grime of blood and oil, felt his cold blood begin to sizzle and his frost demon heart soared with this grandiose revelation.
He could not help but half-cover his eyes and gaze in awe as the GP's base began to take shape. The dazzling celestial light soon began to fade, the creaking began to stop and soon all present could see what massive presence loomed before them, the true Sanctum Supernova!
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Blizzar's was so stricken with awe, he could not find the words to express himself, but his facial expressions spoke for him.