35 Zeon bases were not nearly enough against 479 Spike bombers and their payloads of thousands of Anti-Matter and Omega bombs - least of all with a Roar in the system to break down all the bases' armor at once. The colony was destroyed along with its bases, instantaneously. In the meantime, the Klackons had rebuilt three more tiny desperation colonies...
...but the Sakkra were prepared for that eventuality. The reign of Kikitik ended along with all her Klackon minions. The galaxy was ruled by dragon-spawn alone.
RBO-29 cackled, breathing fire, flexing his powerful wings. "I have won!" he declared to all who would listen, living or dead. "All my enemies, all who could or would resist me, have been destroyed!"
The earth of the Hoard world shook, faintly.
A voice was heard from far away.
"Ten million, thirteen thousand, and forty two ... Ten million, thirteen thousand, and forty-three! Ten million, thirteen thousand, and forty-three BC! That's far more than we had in 2500! And if you combine our treasury levels from 2400 and 2500, you get ten million, one hundred, twenty six, plus ten million, four thousand, five hundred ninety seven: That's...
Twenty Million, Four Thousand, Seven Hundred and Twenty Three!!!
...WONDERFUL!!!!! Now, what has the dragon been doing to prepare for this crisis he said was imminent?" And as the Count of Sesame emerged from the treasury, in a suit of neutronium powered armor with a personal barrier shield, a massive rifle slung over his shoulder, and carrying a flaming plasma sword, thunder rolled across the Hoard world in memory of the very first Really Big One he had slain.
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