So I just wanted to let you know a few things on this chapter before you read it. First of all, it's going to be long. I thought by splitting it up into two parts that I could make it all fit, but boy was I wrong! Hope you don't mind that it's long!

Second of all, in this chapter, I'm going to mention injuries sustained as if they are like humans. I know that Akiridions are all energy based beings, but for the sake of not knowing much about their species of alien, I'm writing injuries based on what I know of them. This may or may not be the best interpretation of it, but I hope you don't mind.

And third, there will be mentions of blood and some injuries in this chapter. So, if you're squeamish or just don't like reading about stuff like this then you've been warned!

Also Steuart Smelly... what did you mean by almost 100% accurate? there arent any other stoies like this nor is there any information on how they lived before the events of the show so there is nothing to base this whole story off of. this is ourely my imagination and as stated in the first chapter is purely head canon. If any of this axtually shows up in the show I'd be surprised.

And othe gues who i cant remeber a name right now, i unfortunately cant add images to this site other than the story cover. Wish i could show you what i think baby Krel would look like, but i cant.

2 hours later...

It was like his mind was swimming upstream as he awoke. It was like he had just woken up from the best night's sleep he ever got. He genuinely felt rested and a refreshed as if he had been at home.

But he wasn't at home.

The moment Krel opened his eyes, he grew terrified. The memories of the sharp pain in the side of his neck followed by collapsing in the arms of a stranger was enough to wake him up fully.

He blinked his eyes a few times, taking in his surroundings as he did so.

Krel saw that he was in a small cabin in the middle of what appeared to be a ship. He could feel the rumble of what he assumed were the engines underneath his feet.

He rubbed his eyes in disbelief. In his ten years of life there wasn't one day where he had been captured by someone other than his sister or his parents.

"Well, lookie whose awake?" The same voice that had alerted him to the presence of the intrusion out on the training grounds, now came back to tease him again, "The little Prince must have been tired."

Krel just threw a look his way. One saying "quit mocking me" and "you're messing with the wrong people".

"Good! You know how to hold your tongue," The creature reached for Krel and forced him to stand. Krel realIzed that he was extremely wobbly on his feet, stumbling across the cabin as if he was a baby learning how to walk. He then put one free hand on his head, trying to quell the dizziness that accompanied standing too fast.

Krel was yanked into the main cockpit where he was firmly placed in a chair. The safety straps was firmly placed across his chest and torso. The creature then went about handcuffing Krel's four arms to each other. He used cuffs that had an ionic latch system, lending itself to its powerful magnetic abilities.

Once all four of his arms were cuffed, however, they were then also strapped to the seat's armrests. He wasn't going to go anywhere that was certain.

"You've got him secure?" A third voice was distorted and holographic in its sound. The person on the other end didn't want anyone to know their true identities.

"Yes we do. He just woke up," the second of the two creatures who captured him appeared, spun in his chair to face Krel. He had a small holographic device in his hands, showing a hooded figure on the other side. (Add More Here!)

Krel felt his core begin to beat harder as the nerves finally settled in. He stared at the hooded figure, not once losing focus.

"Excellent!" The cadence of this figure's voice sounded familiar to Krel but unsure how that was, he let it slide for the time being.

"About our payment?" The second figure snarled.

"Half of it has already been sent to you via the holobank. The other half will be sent to you once the job is complete."

The creature who had drugged him looked upon a screen that Krel couldn't see and nodded in confirmation.

"What's the plan then?"

"If his father doesn't meet your demands here in the next two or three horvaths, do whatever you want to him. But make sure that you send a holographic video of it whatever you do."

Krel felt his world close around him. They were using him to get at his father? This wasn't making any sense. These demands that they were talking about were what?

"Will do," And the hologram shut off, leaving the two with a frightened Krel.

They both looked straight at him and he back at them. Neither wanted to speak, but it was evident that there was something in the air that needed to be said.

Krel didn't know what that was. He just sat there, pinned to the chair, trying his best not to cry and show his weakness to the two in front of him. He didn't want to give them one more reason to harm him.

So he decided that he would stare at his lap until he could think straight.

"Aww! Is the little prince afraid?" The creature sitting in the pilot's chair came over and knelt in front of Krel, trying to reach his gaze.

"I am not afraid of you!" Krel used all the courage he could muster to speak that sentence.

The two Zerons in the room just laughed.

"Well you should be," the kneeling one procured a small knife from its scabbard attached to his belt. He first waved it in front of himself, but the lightly traced the shape of Krel's core on Krel's body.

Krel stiffened. The tears began to fall, worst case scenarios running through his mind.

He couldn't move away, he just felt the light pressure of the knife near his chest and core.

"I think he is afraid!" The Zeron standing behind the one in front of him pointed a finger toward Krel.

"You'd better hope that father of yours calls soon," The Zeron kneeling, stood up and smiled at Krel in a manner that made him uncomfortable, "Or else you're dead meat."

With that, the second Zeron walked to Krel's right and once again hit him with the concoction from before. Krel felt his world swim and then die into non-existence once again.

Back at the palace...

"What do you plan on doing?" Coranda sat on the edge of her seat in the kitchen. She watched as Fialkov, her husband paced the floor in front of her. They had been sitting in the kitchen, allowing twelve year old Aja to eat, while they worked on figuring out what to do.

"I don't know," Fialkov stopped to rub his head, "If I don't bend, then I could be sentencing our son to death. If I do bend, however, there would be prominent members of the council who would see me as weak."

He eventually huffed his way over to a stool, sitting rather roughly between his daughter and his wife.

"There has to be a way, where we can give them what they want and simultaneously prove to the council that you're not weak," Coranda ran one of her two right hands up and down Fialkov's second left arm.

"The only thing I can think of, is give him what he wants, but use it as a cover to take him into custody," Fialkov turned to where he was facing the table they were all sitting around. He watched as the cooks busied themselves with the day's duties.

"Daddy! Look! I made a donut out of bread!" Aja held the piece of bread up to her face, and looked through it at her dad.

This eased the tension on his face eased a bit and he chuckled slightly. Even at twelve years old, Aja still had a very childish sense of humor.

"Very funny Aja. Now what did I tell you about playing with your food?" Fialkov stood up and walked over to where he was standing behind Aja. She peered up at him through her bread, smile evident on her face though it was hidden behind it.

"Don't do it?" Aja pulled the piece of bread off of her face.

"Right," He started to tickle her, her infectious giggles filled the room, "Now go wash up!"

"Okay!" Aja left without argument.

"How are we going to tell her Krel is missing?" the list of things Fialkov was worried about started to grow.

"We won't. We'll just tell her he's visiting friends for the night," The queen stood up to face her husband, "We need to make sure that she doesn't run about the castle on her own anyway."

Fialkov just sighed.

"None of this bodes well with me." He just shook his head.

"I know. That's why I suggest that we do this fast."

"I think I know what I'm to do."

Fialkov marched all the way back to the council room. He sent a secure message to the entire council and then stood ready for the holograms to appear of the officials that have long since returned to their homes.

"Hello councilmen and women, I have a proposal to retrieve my son that I want to run by you."

Another two and a half hours later...back on the ship...

Soft, terrified cries could be heard throughout the back cabin of the ship. It was the roomiest of the compartments of the ship, so the two Zerons used it to do their dirty work on poor Krel.

Krel, who was now sobbing in a corner opposite from where the two Zerons sat staring at their captive as if he was prey. He was cry, because true to their word he had been hurt.

His nose sported a lovely gash that ran from the top of his left eyebrow, all the way across his nose, and ended right at his right cheekbone. It ached as the bruising from broken bone underneath, made the sight a ghastly one. His left eye also started to swell as the broken bones in both his cheek and his nose caused blood to rush to this areas. Krel also felt light headed and dizzy, due to the fact that the two hunters consistently punched his head in various spots throughout the whole ordeal if he tried to fight back.

Outside of those wounds, most were superficial. On any of his exposed skin, there were more bruises, shallow cuts and abrasions.

That's why Krel was crying. He was not one to have a high pain tolerance when it came to personal injuries. Even though his wounds remained small in number, they hurt like nothing Krel had ever experienced before. Any movement of his cheek or inhale of air, caused his whole face to hurt and from the punches, any movement of his head caused his entire skull to ache as if his head was about to fall off.

"Well, it's almost time again!" Zeron 1, as Krel began calling him in his mind, stood up and stared at the little Akiridion royal scrunched up in a ball in an attempt to make himself smaller.

"Oh goody!" Zeron 2 jumped in place causing vibrations to reverberate through out the raised floor of the ship, "Better hope you're cooperative this time!"

Zeron 2 cracked his knuckles with unhindered glee. Krel noticed this and once again tried to make himself as small as possible, but simultaneously try and protect his face and head from any further onslaught.

Zeron 1 didn't care however, he just found a way to grab Krel by the back of his neck and pull him up to where his feet no longer touched the ground. Krel tried desperately to kick at his opponent, hoping that one swing of his leg would cause the hunter creature to drop him. But nothing worked.

Despair had all but crept into Krel's mind as he spied the second Zeron move to where he was now facing Krel in front of him. A video camera began to roll behind him.

"Greetings Akiridion high council!" He turned to the camera, "You know that we have the young prince here! Let's see how long he can take this."

And without warning, he swung his fists toward Krel and it landed on his stomach.

Krel felt the wind leave as his body desperately struggled to regain control of his breathing. A second punch seemed to do the trick; a strangled sob echoing throughout the chamber.

A third punch and Krel felt his ribs give way to the bony fingers of the two ruthless creatures who had a hold of him.

"We need your answer now!" One final blow was made to the middle of Krel's stomach, "Or else."

The hold on Krel's neck was released and he collapsed to the ground, coughing as he tried to gain some semblance of control over his breathing once more.

The steps of the Zeron who had just been punching once again reverberated throughout the floor that Krel hadn't gotten up off of as he walked to turn the camera off. He just sat on the floor, dazed, silently taking inventory of his new injuries.

But all three heads whipped toward the direction of the cockpit when a beeping sound came through from it.

"It's the coms hub," Zeron 1, who had held Krel in place, moved in the general direction of the door, "I'll be back."

The door hissed shut, trapping Krel in with Zeron 2 who had done all the damage. Krel had lifted his knees up to his chest, despite the protesting injuries, and wrapped all four arms around them. A lone tear, found its way down his face. The mix of fear, pain and delusion that he would be stuck in this ship with these two for a while longer causing the emotions to come clear.

"Hey! No more crying!" Krel heard the hunter's footsteps before he saw him and soon he was sprawled on his left side by a not so gentle kick.

"I'm sorry! I can't help it!" Krel lifted his two right arms to shield himself from more attacks.

"Of course you can't." The faint whisper of an annoyed voice, entered Krel's mind.

But then the two froze as the ship was suddenly moving. Something must have happened that caused Zeron 1 to begin its flight path to who knows where.

Then said Zeron walked in smiling.

"We got ourselves a deal!" He spoke too loudly for Krel's pounding head, "The high council has agreed to our terms! King Fialkov is meeting us on Desatis-2 to make the exchange of money, a seat on the council and for his son."

Once more, Zeron 2 was bouncing up and down with excitement.

"Yes! It's about time they gave us an answer!"

"Now what to do with you in the meantime."

As the time went on during their travel to Desatis, Krel became the wall to which the battering rams known as the Zerons' fists rammed into. He was helpless to defend it. His training as a fighter had just begun. None of his training even touched on defense without his blade.

As quickly as the ship started on its course, the ship stopped. They must have made it to their destination.

Krel was hauled to his feet rather roughly once the ship docked to somewhere on the planet. Hands were then promptly cuffed. All four of them strapped together and then strapped to a long set of chains carried by the two hunters.

Desatis-2 wasn't known for its pretty sights. It was a wasteland with little to no water or any life for that matter. The only cities that populated this planet were near the only living patches of life that were few and far between. Unlike its sister planets that was teeming with vegetation and other living things, this made a trash bin look mild.

The ramp to the Zerons' ship lowered to reveal they landed on a flat plateau of blue grey dirt. They walked out onto the desolate landscape, out into the unknown.

The three of them walked two yards from the Zerons' ship and waited. Zeron 1 forced Krel to sit, to prevent him from trying to escape. As they waited, Krel played with the handcuffs. It was a strange set of cuffs. There were no visible locks or intertwining pieces of metal. All he could tell was that it was held together by something almost magnetic like. Krel could pull his hands apart, but only slightly as the clinked back into place every time.

"Hey you! Stop it!" Which earned him a whack on the back of his head. Krel's headache exploded, adding to the already throbbing mind.

But all their attention was soon averted to the sky. The sound of an incoming ship, broke through the lifeless silence that Desatis brought. Krel felt his heart grow with excitement.

His father had finally come for him!

The royal ship landed on the other side of the plateau. The ramp leading to the inside lowered to reveal General Oren, Commander Morando, Lieutenant Varvatos Vex and four other guards flanked Fialkov. He was wearing his armor that he only used on the most dire circumstances.

Krel grew even more excited at the sight of his father's form. He used to be intimidated by his father wearing armor, but in this instant, it was a welcomed sight to behold.

"King Fialkov! How nice of you to join us!" Krel just looked forward. He met his father's gaze and gave him a small smile that only he would notice. He saw his father smile, but was laced with some concern, back at him and then return his gaze to his captors.

"We have what you wanted, now return my son to me or else!" Fialkov's booming voice echoed through the expanse of the plateau. The four guards that accompanied him lowered their weapons ready for whatever Fialkov would order them to do.

"Sure thing, your highness!" Zeron 1 looked between Krel and the other Akiridions in the vicinity, "You first! Bring us the money and the agreement!"

Morando carried a small blue case toward the duo. He pretended he was angry until he drew close and then he smiled at the duo. He had finished what he set out to do.

Rise common criminals to the ranks of the council.

"The agreement is in the case along with the money," Morando spoke loud enough for the Akiridion crew to hear him, "Now the prince!"

Krel looked up at Commander Morando worried look on his swollen and injured face. Morando looked down at him and gave Krel a warm smile.

Zeron 2 bent down and grabbed the closest of Krel's arms and pulled him up. He then pushed Krel into Morando's arms. Morando held the young prince close, looking him over from what the parts that he could see.

Morando turned to walk with Krel back toward the royal party. They got a quarter of the way back, before the Zerons hollered back at him.

"Morando!" As soon as Morando and Krel turned around to look at them, they both fired weapons hidden to everyone until just now. Both weapons firing shots of some sort that no one had ever seen before.

"Krel! Get down!" Krel's gaze returned to his father, hearing the words before he could register what was going on.

But it was too late.

The blasts hit Krel's right shoulder and the other hit his left. Krel stood for a few seconds stunned, before falling into Morando's arms weakly.

"Hey! Stay with me bud!" Krel's eyes met Morando's a small smile flitting across his face. Morando smiled back down at him and used his two massive hands to help Krel sit up slightly. The movement however caused more discomfort and as quickly as he had been shot, he had fallen unconscious.

"No!" Fialkov rushed to meet Morando as he knelt down to the ground. The guards flanking the king moved to apprehend the hunters. A firefight ensued prompting Oren and Vex to raise their shields as the king and Morando tended to Krel.

"My liege, the plan has gone belly up. You need to get yourself and the prince to safety! Get him to the medical bay. Econi is on standby." Morando gently placed the prince in Fialkov's four arms and allowed him to retreat.

Vex, Oren, Morando and the guards worked swiftly to cut the Zerons off. They had gone too far in shooting the prince and they would pay one way or another.

Working as a team, they managed to corner the two hunters in a small corner of rocks that outlined the plateau. The hunters, not enjoying being cornered, fought back with a hostile ferocity.

"You will pay for what you've done today!" Oren raised his serrator spear and readied it for whatever was to come.

"Come quietly and we won't hurt you!" Morando lowered his weapons and raised his hands. For this plan to work, they would have to capture them not kill them. Even as much as they wanted to kill them.

The two Zerons looked at each other then both shrugged, readied their weapons and began to attack.

Meanwhile, Fialkov stumbled his way back up the ramp of the ship, holding Krel close for fear of dropping him. It was the one time Fialkov was able to get a good look at his son's face. Even though it had only been a couple of hours since he had been captured, Fialkov was amazed that Krel didn't have more injuries than he did.

But then he remembered the urgency he needed.

Krel's life depended on it.

Once inside, he hurried to the med bay where Econi, a tall slender Akiridion stood. She bowed and then gasped when she saw the bundle of a small body in his arms.

"Oh no! Put him down!" She gestured to a medical cot sitting behind her, "Better yet, since he's unconscious, why don't you sit down with him in your lap?"

Fialkov did as he was told and sat down with Krel seated in his lap. He leaned back against the headrest and Econi tilted it slightly to where the two of them were more parallel with the ground. Fialkov did his best to remain still but still cradling him close.

"He was hit with two gun blasts on his shoulders. Don't know what happened, but it caused him to fall unconscious quickly."

"Hmm. I'll take a look at them! Do you mind gently removing his shirt?" And she went about her work. Fialkov moved to do just that, gently pushing in Krel's four arms into the sleeves, and eventually pulling it over his head. Underneath he could see bruising on various parts of his chest, revealing a purple color which was in stark contrast to the blue color Akiridions were known for.

After seeing this, Econi moved to place wireless sensors onto several places on Krel's chest. On a holographic screen behind her, his vital signs appeared, monitoring Krel's every breath, core beat and injury.

She used a device that would listen to his breathing. Mumbling to herself, Fialkov overheard her say something about broken ribs that was causing his breath to be shaky, uneven, weak and shallow. Econi also cursed at the fact that there was no part of Krel's body that had come out unscathed. She quickly glanced at all his cuts, scrapes, abrasions and more and noted a few of them would require some sort of adhesive to stitch them back together.

Now she had arrived at his shoulders. She checked the open wounds and saw that they were still bleeding. Probably from the fact that these were the freshest wounds. Econi determined they too would need some adhesive. But in the meantime, Econi quickly brought a rag over and pressed it into the wound on Krel's left shoulder. She was quick to instruct Fialkov on what to do as she then continued checking Krel over.

Moving to his face and head now, she identified that the source of the swelling and discoloration was from a combination of a broken nose and the large gash that ran across his nose. It had long since stopped bleeding, but it needed to be bandaged for sanitary reasons.

"Ooh. It looks like his nose is broken for sure," She ran a finger down his face around the area where the cut was. Even in the midst of unconsciousness, Krel scrunched his face up and let out a small moan. It sounded more like a forced puff of air, but it was enough to get the two adults looking in his direction.

The both paused and waited as Krel's breaths quickened. He scrunched his face up once more before slowly bringing his hands to his face. He started to rub them, trying to will the unconscious mind to wake.

But Fialkov was quick to bring his own hands up to move Krel's away from his face. Krel's blue eyes opened revealing a very terrified, but also relieved look that flitted across his face in mere seconds.

"Papa?" Krel blinked a few times before staring up at Fialkov's face. Concern fleeing from it, he smiled the first relieved smile he felt he had given since he had learned that Krel had been kidnapped.

"I'm here son. I'm here!" And Fialkov couldn't resist the urge to hug Krel, tears streaming down both their faces as they did so, "You're safe now."

Krel felt sobs from both the intense pain coming from his shoulders and from the pure relief he had when he learned that he was in his father's arms. Fialkov let Krel cry into his shoulder as his own tears dripped onto his son's head.

"I was so scared, Papa! I...I have..." But Fialkov quieted him while he released his hold on his son.

"Shhh. You're fine! It's okay to be scared! Even I'm scared from time to time!"

Econi moved to where she met Fialkov's gaze. She held up a small device doctors used to inject something into their patient's blood stream. She tried to act out what the contents of the device held inside would do without Krel noticing, but she was unsuccessful. Krel turned and saw what she had in her hand a quickly grew panicked.

"Please don't do that to me!" He pressed harder into his father's body, all the while trying his best to get away from the device. Krel closed his eyes tightly in response, but movements were groggy, "I don't want to go to sleep again!

"Relax! This won't put you to sleep. Right, Econi?"

"This will just numb your body from the pain while I work to fix it," but Krel didn't budge from his position. He just remained close to his father.

Fialkov gestured for Econi to come behind Krel as he hugged him tightly with his other three arms. He then gently took the device from her hands, pressed it up against Krel's back and pulled the trigger. The pressure released in a quick his at the same time Krel let out a small yelp of surprise and tried once more to get away from it. But nothing was working. Fialkov was far too strong to allow an escape attempt.

It took a few minutes from the effects to take effect, but it was when Fialkov ran a hand up Krel's back to ease his shakes, did he realize that it had worked.

Econi noticed it too. Smiling she set about taking care of the deep cuts and the two blaster wounds on Krel's back.

Fialkov just held him close as Econi set out to do what she was brought along to do. He watched as she first put some ointment on the inside of the wound and then used a long piece of thread to sew it back together.

His gaze then slipped to the holo-screen floating above her head. He watched as the readings from the sensors rose and fall with the rise and fall of Krel's core beats and breaths.

To distract his mind from his son's injuries, Fialkov listened to what little he could hear of the sound of the battle raging on outside. He didn't know who was winning or if they had managed to capture the two Zerons, but he knew the fight was continuing on.

Quickly she finished cleaning all of Krel's cuts, scrapes and what other injuries he had sustained. Econi had even finished his stitching his face back together. White bandages wrapped around ever open wound, almost making Krel look like a giant pillow rather than a patient. She even put a blanket

"There! That should about do it!" She smiled as the duo both looked up at her, "Once we get back to the palace, I'll make sure that I come visit ever day till the prince is better."

"Thank you Econi! You are free to leave." She then bowed low and left the room.

"Are you feeling better?" Fialkov caught Krel's empty and exhausted gaze and gave his son a small smile.

"I..I have no...no clue. I can't feel my body," His words were slightly slurred and it became extremely clear that Krel was exhausted.

"Why don't you sleep?" He positioned Krel to where he was leaned comfortable up against his chest.

"That...that sounds like a good...plan," Krel was out like a light and was softly snoring, no thanks in part to the broken nose. Fialkov breathed a sigh of relief. He hoped that the two Zerons responsible would pay for the atrocities they did not only toward Krel, but also toward Akiridion royalty.

He started to doze off to the sound of the holo-screen monitor's signals. It signaled that Krel was alive. It didn't take long before Fialkov himself was asleep. Just father and son.

Fialkov smiled. He was just very thankful his son was in one piece.

Okay! Due to the length of this chapter, I will be writing the other perspective from Vex, Oren and Morando's POVs on this topic in another chapter. But it probably won't be the next one. I have other cuter things in mind. Anyway, thanks for reading and I am loving reading your comments! Seriously, if there is anything you would like to see appear in this story, PLEASE feel free to suggest it! :)