The loud sound of the motor of the Kyper Bike echoed through the forest as I rode my motorcycle-like vehicle through the trees of the jungles. I suddenly broke into a clearing, and I heard bullet shots and plasma beam fire in the distance. The spare infantry had met up with the original squad to come here. Both sides were dug in, with them having far more soldiers than initially estimated, and us countering them much better than they had thought we could. As I came into view, I sped through our own lines, firing the guns on the bike at the enemy. Within a few seconds I was behind enemy lines, and I decided it would be best if I transformed. The pod that was essentially the cockpit for the Kyper Bike, shifted upright, putting me in a standing position, as the rest of the bike shifted around, and within three seconds, I was in a small ten foot mech, with dual rapid-fire cannons on both arms, and wheels for feet. Without breaking stride, I tore up enemy forces, ripping into them with the 8mm AP rounds at high speeds. Then as they began to comprehend that I was there I very quickly shifted back into form I and flew away in the motorcycle. As I drove away as fast as possible, I was peppered with the lasers, with them breaking through the scatter shields, and nicking my hull. It was nothing serious, but was still a testament to the Foorn tech. Theirs out of all the Heiive were the best, and were highly effective in nearly all circumstances. As I came back in for another strafing run, I saw that there was no need. Our troops had charged ahead, shredding the enemy Heiive troops like paper in a hurricane. The ArcLancers stabbed and shot into the enemy, proving once again their effectiveness in battle. Suddenly, I got a notification. They were willing to negotiate. That had only been, lets see here, two hours!? I know we were winning by a lot, but I didn’t know we were winning by that much!

“Damn” I muttered. I changed my course to the site of the negotiations, with around 12 other originals on the way too. 20 minutes later, I pulled up to the city. The tall spiraling towers were inefficient, but beautiful. The cobbled roads I was walking across were slightly dirty, but no litter. I finally reached the building negotiations would be held. I chatted a bit, waitin for everyone to arrive. About ten minutes later negotiations began. We had already decided on what we wanted from the Foorn.

“We will annex you guys, pure and simple. We will not take any tech of yours, except for your magnet tech.” Sulf said, laying it out for them.

“Ah heeeellll no!” The technology advisor screamed.

“Well, we kind of have you beat, and there’s no way you’re making up for those cataclysmic losses. Should you refuse, we’ll just take all of your tech and knowledge.” Wrang calmly stated. “You know your weapons are largely ineffective to us, and there’s really no hope. Seriously, all things considered, we’re the exact counter to everything you have.”

Finally one of the Foorn had some common sense. “Brethren, please, this war is our fault, we instigated it, and eventually, no matter how hard we fought, or how many lives were taken, we would lose in the end. They are honestly not even asking for much considering they have us by the throat, easy.” The industrial governor of the Foorn said, “As a matter of fact, they could probably wipe our faction out of existence in about three hours, maximum.” A vote was held. It was 97-58, with submitting to the Infinite Councils getting the 97 votes. Personally, I was just happy the bloodshed was over. I mean, technically they didn’t have blood, but that’s besides the point. The Infinite Councils grew even stronger, with the powerful industry of the Foorn helping out immensely. And all just in time, for one of the greatest technological revolutions the Infinite Councils would ever have.