All Brahm and Scoltice battleship withdrew their position slowly by several clicks back. Even the remaining fighter speeders headed back to their hangars and so, outer space became quiet again. The debris of the battle floating all around is evidence to how much destruction can occur in a short period of conflict.
Only Rik-Salamunbi's fleet of super speeder fighters swirl around and about in somewhat a flamboyant display of celebrating peace.
"Salbi you fool, do you really had to bring the Gloshon with you?" Gener said, looking at the large ship piloted by the 20foot-Gritt.
"He said he wanted to fight for us, he's my brother now."
Gener sighed. "A twenty foot ape bounty hunter as a brother..., you crazy ass Gakuran...."
On Bob's side of the green ornament, the debris is more dense and cluttered.
On one of the floating dead battleship he saw Pedro lying around and clutching his rib cage for a significant internal injury.
Bob dragged himself in a blink to stand in front of Pedro who is struggling to breathe because of a few broken ribs on his right side cage. For the first time he is lost for words as he saw the bright red hair bouncing on Bob's head, and those black eyes with red pupils that seemed to emanate hell rage.
"You're a prime-dragger...." pedro murmured in astonishment.
"Only until recently, yes." Bob answered, walking slowly towards the injured Runkan.
"And how did you manage that?"
"Why do you ask?" Bob said, kneeling down to hold Pedro by the collar. "So you can become one yourself and bring another war to the galaxy?"
"And why not? You've seen our enemies getting stronger..... If you have power, your purpose is to battle."
Bob picked Pedro up to stand him erect in front of him.
"Being able to win does not give you the right to war or conquer."
Both of them started to float away from the floating debris. Further up they went to a more clear area of space, just to the right point where Bob wants to.
"Your stupidity ends now." Bob said, whispering close to him before beginning to spin.
At a precise trajectory he threw Pedro with curve-jump speed to the nearest ice planet in the outer rim of the quadrant. The impact buried Pedro deep into the planet that upon stopping in its underground he became instantly frozen in suspended animation.
An eternal prison.
"Bob, something's wrong with Kai..." Rodrick said in the comms that made Bob drag into the Jungle's interior.
"She's breathing but she's not waking up.... I already used all scanners but shows no significant injury."
"Where is the nearest curing chamber that you know?"
"Earth.... But that's too far, I'm not sure this ship can make it in one jump, if we still have jump-generator; how about the Quant? Don't they have their chambers?"
"Not designed for E-breds, and the calibration will take weeks."
Bob started to put armor on Kai, up to the spacewalk helmet.
"We need to act now or the comma may become prolonged or permanent."
"What do you plan to do?"
"I don't know yet but I hope it works."
Bob carried Kai and started to float outside thru the hull breach, towards the clear space again.
He closed his eyes and breathed slowly.
His hair started to glow more brighter as if engulfed in flames. When he opened his eyes, his pupils are glowing the same bright red flame.
A ring of red plasma energy started to expand outwards from his inner circle and also started to glow intense red.
It expanded bright and bigger that it can even be observed from the surface of the green ornament planet.
Reaching critical point, Bob with Kai in his arms curve-jumped with tremendous power that echoed everywhere.
They re-appeared in front of that large white house.
On the front porch where the green grass is soft under his feet.
The people standing around was startled for a second but then noticed the unconscious Kai in his arms.
The very long jump exhausted him.
His hair that was bright red suddenly turned black again, as if putting out a lighted matchstick, the fiery flame was gone and he fell to his knees.
"Please help me.... She needs the chamber...."
Several men took Kai fromhim and brought her inside of the white house, leaving Bob alone in the grassyground. Kneeling from exhaustion, until he finally fainted. Face down on thegrass.

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RIPE & DRAGGERS
FantasySilence first. Then the Brahm spoke. "Every object in the universe that is moving creates a drag in the space-time continuum. The bigger the object, the bigger the drag; and this drag creates an energy field that can be harnessed and manipulated." ...