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I need to get myself ready for the final skirmish: the ultimate showdown with the level-60 war machine, Queen Syabus. I know it’s going to be a deadly battle, so I need every edge I can get. Britzi told me all about the mystical powers that were well-known to the Ancient Builder Race: powers like temporary invincibility and the ability to see through solid walls - powers that could only be learned deep in what she calls the Shadow Realm. But she keeps telling me to be careful, that I’m not ready to wield those powers yet.

Queen Syabus stole Lunar Alpha, taking half the Lagolian population with her. I’m sure that we’ll find her, and when we do, there’s going to be a bloodbath. If I’m going to stand a chance against the level 60 Queen Syabus and her powerful generals and commanders, I need to grind. I need to level up, and I need to get some new upgrades, so I need money and battle experience. Now that the Nekrol are gone, there’s only one way to get what I need: selling myself as a mercenary on the neutral marketplace planet of Holodnor.

We’re closing in on Chorus, the Lagolian’s home star system. It’s been a long month of relentless, deadly 5v5 skirmishes with the Nekrol, deadly AI robots with mysterious origins, but there’s finally a light at the end of the tunnel, especially now that I’m in command of the Lagolian army. I’m going to need every little upgrade I can get, because there’s a new threat on the horizon - one that will make fighting the Nekrol seem like fighting kids’ toys - and one that will shed some light on where the alien robots came from, and what they want from the Lagolians.

A few weeks ago, I was found by the Lagolians, a race of bunny girls from another star system. I helped them defend their race against the Nekrol, deadly AI robots. We even took back one of the portals the Lagolians previously lost to the Nekrol. Everything was going great. Hell, it was even kind of fun.... But, now the Lagolians want me playing "support" in the five-versus-five skirmish battles. I’ve gone from being a hero sniper, landing sick head shots, to a glorified field mechanic, regenerating mech shields from the far end of the battlefield.

When I went out target shooting in the woods, I wasn’t expecting to be abducted by a race of alien bunny girls from another star system. They weren’t there for me; they didn’t even know there was intelligent life on Earth. They were just conducting some battle drills in the forest and they saw me practicing my shot for my family’s annual hunting trip.