The Syndicates

The Syndicates

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Syn-di-cate noun /sindikit/ "A group of individuals combined to promote a common interest." Kyle Bryant has been on earth fifteen years. He and his six siblings came to earth, from the planet Skorix, through the procedure known as the Syndicate Plan. The plan was designed by the government to only be used in extreme need. The Skorix civilians with the ability to teleport would combine their powers to create a portal to another planet that they could survive on. It was a way to safeguard their future. The three rings were hidden away for a reason. A man named Kiezer found the rings. The Ring of Carnage fed off of his anger and gave him enough power to destroy Skorix. The Syndicate Plan was put into motion. Kiezer fled. He was weakened, but made it to earth, though he and the rings were separated. The Bryants are among the few survivors. Kiezer will rise again and they are tasked with defeating him. The survivors are collectively known as The Syndicates.
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