Forty-Eight hours passed after the crews of the Sardon-Atlas and the Avenging-Clarity had joined up with Prescott and Michigan's groups. However, rather than simply having to go out in search of these groups, they came to Xephos-2. Having witnessed the Sardon-Atlas and the Pacific Cruiser's little one-sided match, the other Remnants decided it would best if they came to Xephos-2 and see what in the hell was happening.
As the surface of Xephos-2 came into view, what they saw was the four group, banded together, working to build a force capable taking on the Snowesian threat. As they touched down modified SR-71 Blackbirds, known as "SR-73 Voidbirds, ripped across the sky. The two other ships dropped their ramps, allowing the leaders of Rust-Meridian and Radium-Edison to get off. They were greeted by Michigan and the other two groups. "Welcome to Xephos-2." Said Michigan, shaking their hands. "What has happened, who..." Stammered the female leader of the Rust-Meridian group. "Well", started Michigan, "See that black-blur in the sky? The lead fighter is piloted by Prescott J. Philip, callsign Tetrad-Omega. He and his full crew of the USS Spirit of Freedom have been marooned here. He has orchestraed this, all of this."
The leaders began to look around at their surroundings as Prescott's SR-73 came in hot for a landing. They watched as the pressurized cockpit raised and allowed the vanta-clad leader to exit the cockpit. With the grounds crew informing him of the arrival of the last two groups, Prescott marched straight over to them. Theta Mons, leader of Rust-Meridian, and Genesis Harkness, Leader of Radium-Edison, watched Prescott march towards them. They noticed he seemed to command the area with just his footsteps. The rhythmic thuds of his mechanical, A-Plutonium boots had everyone in a lock-stare at him. Finally, the thuds of his boots stopped before them.
"So you've come to see for yourselves just what I can do." Said Prescott, his audio broadcaster said, just before taking off his helmet, revealing himself. "My name is Commander Prescott J. Philip of the Eldridge-Class, Interstellar-Battleship USS Spirit of Freedom." He paused, taking in a long, deep inhale. "You both are skeptical of me, thinking, at this moment, the Emperor and Empress of some planet at the edge of this solar system will make me weep, beg for mercy." Prescott's eyes narrowed into a squint that froze Theta and Genesis in place, petrified with fear. "When I was younger, I watched as my parents were executed by a hostile group of aliens while on a mission from Terra Prime to make first contact...", he paused, fighting suppress emotions of pain within the fabric of his soul.
"I then joined the Space-Corps, rose through the ranks... and obliterate their civilization, their planet, killed ever last one of their kind. I wiped them out of existence... so what the hell do you think I'll do for those under my protection?" Prescott's words sent a chill down Theta and Genesis' spines. They knew the answer, they knew exactly what he'd do to the Snowesians. Even so, Genesis was skeptical. "So what! They must've been weak, must've had a weakness you exploited! The Snowesians massacred everyone who thought as you do! Just what will you do when they come for all of us!?" Cried Genesis in a fit of panic and rage. Prescott said nothing, rather, snapped his fingers and Jetscott joined them.
"Spare with me. Rules: No holding back." Declared Prescott, forcing a hand-to-hand duel. The cybernetic member of the crew assumed his fighting stance and tried to strike Prescott. However, being the master-strategist, Prescott had gambled everything on a chess move he come to rely on... the nuclear gambit game. In short, his opponent was allowed to make the first move... that sealed their fate. Prescott dodge the punch, grabbed his cybernetic friend, and slammed him into the concrete, cracking the whole slab. Jetscott recalibrated his dynamic learning system, trying to adapt to Prescott's every move. However, the problem wasn't that his system was damaged, rather, Prescott's nuclear gambit... utilized Jetscott's every move against the cybernetic-android.
In a whirlwind move, Prescott caught Jetscott's fist, and began spinning Jetscott. Faster and faster they spun, the speed was incredible, Genesis' eyes wide with awe... only for Prescott to utilize the inertia he'd built up, lock down his's boots clamps, and slam Jetscott into the ground, shatter the broken concrete slab, trapping the cybernetic android in a crater. Prescott stood at the crater's caldera. "Can you still fight?" Prescott asked in a tone that demanded an immediate answer. "Negat-ti-ti-ve Com-om-om-ander. This-this unit requires re-re-re-pairs." Jetscott said, vocal processor unable to function properly from sheer force of Prescott's over-the-head, inertial impact.
As grounds crew members retrieved Jetscott, Prescott turned back to Theta, Genesis and Michigan. "Why fear those who can bleed? If a machine with the fastest dynamic-learning system can't beat me, what chance does a flesh and blood pair of tyrants have?" His question and display of might made Genesis nod and Theta shiver. "Such incredible force...", began Theta, "However, my people are more focused on scientific achievement. To what do you have to meet our needs?" Her voice carried a monotone overtone, but had a hint of curious wonder behind it. "Dr. Brawn Dietrich, the Spirit of Freedom's head researcher and inventor, created his armor, the only suits of A, B, and C grade, non-radioactive plutonium. He designed the Spirit of Freedom's dual helix drives, our ability to channel those two drives into our sub-ftl engines. Trust me, we have a place for you."
Theta's eyes fully gloss-black eyes welled-up with excitement. "Then you have the support of the Rust-Meridian, my crew, and myself." She bowed to Prescott, who returned the jesture. "And what of you, Genesis?" Prescott asked in a gentle, yet demanding tone of voice. "Will you join us? Or perhaps you'll just die, cowering on Xephos-4?" Genesis growled under his rebreather, "Like hell I'd die cowering." He spat his words at Prescott as if spitting out chewing tobacco juices into a spatoon. "As those on Earth once said in Dead-Latin, "Vixi liber et moriar ("I have lived free, and I will die free."
The two human leader grasped each others' forearms, grins of near-insanity locked onto their faces. "Well then friend", began Prescott, "Mors mihi lucrum - Victoria aut mortis' (Death is my reward - Victory or Annihilation). With the two's agreement and understanding, this marked the dawn of a new age in the Xephos system. However, this hadn't gone unnoticed... not to the Snowesian Imperium... not the Emperor and his Empress...