If you make updates to my fanfic, or Cradle Wars for that matter, can you keep me posted by sending them to me in-game through the mail system? That would be much appreciated.

I've started writing my first piece of lulz on the internets, and it was going good until my 'superiors' cracked down on my unsafe operation. (Their logic is that any kind of social media [including this] is incredibly time-consuming and wasteful - but that's not my point [at least for now.]) Because of this I have been forced to go undercover; I will now mail my chapters to a certain friend of mine who will post them on this very thread for me. So don't worry, 'cause this thread won't go down without a fight!

Thus shall begin the next chapter of THE SPIRAL CONSPIRACY (By the way, each new recon module will be assigned a greek letter, so be prepared!)

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Beginning transmission: Recon Module Θ (Theta.)

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Kryon looked around himself. He and his team were in a certain rendition of Candlestick Keep - one that meant certain death. Kats were swooping in from every angle possible, doing their level best to seal off any hope of escape that the travelers possessed. As Kryon hacked and slashed around with his Glacius, he observed an uncannily calm Jak fending off a small army of Black Kats with effectively timed bursts from his seemingly endless supply of Shivermist Busters and Nitronomes. Facing impossible odds had somehow strengthened the bomber's resolve, and his speech, too. Kryon had to cover his eyes for a moment to protect them from the impossible brightness of the Nitronome blast. When he looked back, he saw that all the Kats that were previously trying to crunch up or blast Jakuras a moment ago were now writhing in their death throes. "A little from column A, a-a-and, a lit-tle bit from column b-b-b-B!" Jak proudly announced. Kryon couldn't help but smile at his teammate's sudden transformation back into his original self. They had to keep moving, though. A few cold winds had started to blow, reminding him that they were starting to waste special time. "Come on guys, cut the cackle and head to the elevator. We only have a few more depths to go."
"Until the Ice Queen," Jak muttered under his breath.
"What was that you said, Jakintosh?"
"Oh nothing, I was asking if you liked spiced spleen."
"Mm-hmm... WAIT WHAT!?" Kryon couldn't believe what he had just heard. Was the quiet bomber actually a carnivorous demolitionist all along?
"It's the s-s-s-spleen of a Jelly - a r-r-r-royal jelly, t-t-t-to be exact," Jak stuttered in his usual way. "I-I-I-It goes good w-w-with... wolver l-l-liver!"
Kryon stayed his rumbling stomach with a touch from his ice dagger. "Look, just keep your culinary eccentricities to yourself, okay? You're making me need a remedy! A remedy that I can't get at all, so please be... less explicit."
Jak shuddered with glee; he had found Kryon's weak point. Now he could poke fun all he wanted! This was going to be great. "Sure t-t-thing, boss. I'll keep quiet a-about food - for the time being, of course."
Kryon sighed and moved on to the elevator.

Once it began its rumbling descent, Ω squad began to rest for a while. They had been running through all the levels nonstop, even taking down the rabid Snarbolax twins in a way to make most Lieutenants stare in awe. (This had actually happened; Feron had secretly arranged for the tiniest of cameras to be attached to the knights' helmets in order to record their journey - live. He had shown parts of the feed to his colleagues, which promptly proceeded to prove themselves worthy of protecting the Spiral Order. (Whee, did some alliteration.)

Jak came to as the lift came to a jolting stop. He checked his bombs, his recently (Kat) chipped armor, and at his teammates. Had his life been this fast-paced before? While piloting the Skylark, his days were rather slow and relaxed - there was tea-time, piloting time, maybe a swim amongst exotic plant specimens collected from other planets, or strolling in the serene splendor of the sublime arboreal exhibits. After the crash, however (which had its fair share of explosions), he had been found by Feron amidst the wreckage. "You sure had a BLAST out there, I'm sure," he had punnily put (much to Jak's dismay.) Then came the organization of the remaining Knights into squads after the disappearance of Α (alpha) squad. It was Jak who had voted to be team captain, but Kryon seemed to uphold that position more. Then again, Jak could hold his own just as well as his calm and calculating comrade, so he wasn't underestimated, either. They had all gone through many changes, group members coming and going, until the ultimate team had ultimately come together... for this challenge, of all things.
Shaking himself free of his tranquil reminiscence, Jak primed his first few bombs - the time had come for the second infected titan, the Ice Queen.

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"Zarok, come here at once! We have more activity!" Azon was excited at the prospect of more data coming in from his feeds - cradle Σ (sigma) was still the same, but cradle β (beta) had updated. Things were going as planned, pawns being put into place.
"Yes, Azon sir, I have also learned of these developments - rather recently, I must say; you uploaded the feed to my HUD yourself." Zarok returned.
"But of course. Have you any new lines in that interesting play of yours? It seemed to be quite eccentric."
"Not at the time being, sir, though I might get to it certain or later."
There was something that was troubling Azon, though. There had recently been a tremor that had shaken his base of operations to its very foundations, though most everything had been left intact. Azon knew, however, that if anything of the sort happened ever again, he couldn't - nay, he wouldn't be able to rise up from the damage ever again. "It’s almost as if some outside force – or forces are acting upon my very life," he thought.
Well, no more. It had been his life's work, this plan. If someone, or some THING decided to interfere, he would see that none of that would ever happen. Not once, not twice, not ever.

This is a simple bump. Updates will hopefully roll in on Friday, or during the weekend. Sorry, schoolwork and all. Plus I'm undercover.

@Knight of Vanaduke: You may use my title, on one condition: I get mentioned. If you include the creator in the credits, why not?
Oh, and hasn't anyone checked my art yet?

Let's see... I'd like to be included in the credits, but... Oh! As a character, of course! May Onoa be a supporting character in your story?

@Topoyozariane: O-HO YESSIR, THANK YOU SIR. Of course I'd like to be a right-hand man! A good one, though.

This is the final update from me on this thread.
You all know what happens to the Knights?
Azomon lures the Knights into the Core, and by using a dimensional warping machine, he transports all the Knights there as well. Thus the Gremlins are rid of their worst enemy, and are at peace on Cradle once again.
But what of the Knights?
Turns out that the Core is actually a resort/bar, and everyone who fell into it are actually safe and happy.
So a bunch of Knights walk into a bar...
and start off one of the biggest MMOs of the decade. Good for them.
Well, that's it.
The end, period.
You've read it all, now go and do something else.
Read a book.
Have some hot chocolate at Starbucks (my regular, it should be yours too! ^_^)
Or just go outside and savor the fresh air. (Even if it's midnight when you're reading this.)
Thank you all again for reading this fanfic. It has been my pleasure writing a nice piece such as this for an attentive audience.
And remember,
don't forget to be awesome.
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