[spoiler]This character is dedicated to Flamesinger (he's changed his name since then but it's what I remember) he gave me the idea for this one and he will appear in the main arc eventually[/spoiler] Skolas sat on his broken throne in the cell of the Prison of Elders. His boredom was ever increasing and his followers helped ease the burden any. He watched from the small opening at the seemingly Martian/Earthen landscape at the small ones he called "subjects." They brawled for fun, practiced fighting for revenge, waited in the shadows, watching for an escape. But there was going to be none. More and more Guardians began to attack to dwindle their numbers like some sort of sick joke from the Queen. They raided and pillaged this broken band and the other species to set up room for the next victims like Dregs to the slaughter. Skolas was beginning to tire from the constant fights. Their ether supply was running low and Servitors were banned from fighting because of it. He fought out of anger. He fought to protect his subjects in defiance to the Queen. But he was tiring. He was growing weary and desperate. The Nine wouldn't release him this time. He had failed his kind. He would never be the Kell of Kells. Reclaiming the Darkness against the Light and wipe out the Traveler. He leaned forward and rested his four elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. His tattered banner hung around his back, fluttering quietly from the whispers of his past failers. Ever present, ever taunting. But he refused to forget, less he'd mess up again when if given an opportunity. As he pondered more, a Captain burst through the door to his cell. "My Kell! My KELL!!" He screeched in the Fallen language. Skolas stood up quickly and barked. "WHAT?!" His roar echoed in the cell. Nearby conversation from the open door silenced immediately. The Captain recoiled slightly and straightened though he still looked slightly frightened. "My Kell... there... is a Guardian coming..." "Just one?! Take care of it then! This shouldn't be a problem! Leave me be." The massive Kell sat back down. "But... he is... the Kol Kirici... My... Kell..." Skolas suddenly tensed. His head slowly turned towards the Captain. His eyes burned a new kindled hatred. "Who?..." "The... Kol K..." Skolas roared in rage and shoved the Captain hard out of his cell. "Tonight we feast upon the flesh of the Light!!" He grabbed his scorch cannon and barged out of the cell almost crushing the Captain in tow. Fallen left and right quickly stopped what they were doing and prepared themselves for the enemy. Their enemy. Skolas stood in the middle of the wreckage that was their home in defiance. He waited in anticipated rage as the blast doors opened slowly to reveal a large and buff Guardian. The abomination stood taller than a normal Dreg and was wearing full black and silver plated armor. His helmet vaguely resembled that of a Captain as he looked at Skolas. The former Kell of Kells roared in rage and charged his scorch cannon. The figure held up his hand. "I come to make deal." He spoke broken Fallen and this perplexed Skolas and they others. He lowered his cannon only slightly. "How do you speak my language, you piece of Light trash." "I learn. From captives. Torture for knowledge. Recieved the knowledge for free." The Guardian dropped his hand. Skolas tensed up in rage. "Get out you uncultured trash! Or fall before the Kell of Kells!" Other Fallen roared in response. The Guardian continued, unphased. "Fall before broken Kell? Unlikely." This truly pissed of Skolas as he began to charge another shot again. "But..." continued the Guardian. "I will aid in escape and bring Fallen to victory once more." The room went to dead silence as the words spoke to Skolas. He blinked. "Trickery will not help you here Guardian. I refuse favors from beings of broken Light." He snarled angrily. The Guardian shrugged. "You stuck, oh Kell. No escape but I help. At a price." "I fail to see how you can help me!" Skolas roared in anger. "You killed my kind! Destroyed their birthrights! Stripped them of their dignity! And now you wish to 'HELP?' I would rather die than be helped by you!" "I would advise against. You will lose once more. Oh broken Kell." Skolas slammed his foot to the ground and charged. He made a swipe for the small thing but it evaded him. It somehow managed to get on his back and wrap it's arms around his right top arm. Fallen screeched in terror as Skolas stopped cold in his tracks. "I want to aid. Not harm. But harm I will. If need be." Skolas felt a tingling sensation in his arm as the strength of several men pulled to pull of his arm. He flinched little as the Guardian continued to pull slowly. "Do you want help? I help for price. I want Ketch. And army of Fallen. To stop Reef and Guardian alike." "Ridiculous! I have nothing of that caliber within these walls! Nothing!" "Then tell Fallen outside." "No communication with my band of Fallen! They are lost!" "I get you out. Then you tell Fallen." "They will refuse." "Gamble I will take. And win." Skolas growled. "You will fail, I will not help." The Guardian stopped and looked at Skolas in the eyes. "Then I will make my way win." He jumped off of Skolas and left through the blast doors. Skolas rubbed his arms slightly and watched him leave. He roared in anger as the doors slamed shut on his last chance of freedom.