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NecroIrken Resurrection

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Asscrack of Zone 1 and 2.
The corpse of the small pale Irken lay in a heap of guts and gore, his eyes were dark grey and the SkullPAK on his back was dim, hardly glowing at all.  Its dark metalic shell covered in thick purple blood. The sky above the corpse began to turn dark and swirl, lightning and darkness flowing from its empty core.  From within its depth a small tanish grey ball flew from its interior, large spikes on its outer surface.
“Hahn!” The ball screamed as it hit the side of Xix’s ship and opened itself up, its tiny legs scurrying pointlessly as it struggled against the metal, its long arms with blades attached at the ends finally managed to cut the metal enough to allow the small crablike creature to fall from its perch and land loudly on the ground.  Flipping himself over, he scurried to the corpse, crawling atop its chest and looking into its lifeless eyes.  The cuts on its head spelled XIX and had four large cuts extending from the top of his head. “Geeze, this guy must have been brutal…”
The crablike creature scurried from the body and grabbed a hold of the legs that were ripped from the irken and dragged them to the body.  Pulling himself atop of the corpse and getting the legs as close to the body as he could. “Don’t worry pal, you’ll be back in working order soon enough.” The small crab thing crawled to the SkullPAK and opened up a small hatch, a soft dimly glowing light from inside snagged his attention.  “Ah, not completely gone are we?” He scooped up abit of what appeared to be shadowlike blood.  It was not that like which was left all over the battlefield from his enemy.  But from a friend. “Jak, you still exist within this bit of Wraith flesh?” The crab asked the shadow.  Which merely squirmed and a tiny mouth appeared, snapping at Corruption’s face, the tiny teeth hungrily biting.
“Apparently so! You feisty bastard…” Corruption twisted a cap on the inside of the PAK near the light and dropped the shadow inside. “Jakol, if you’ve got anything left here, you know what to do…” With that Corruption fixed the cap and slipped out of the PAK, closing the hatch as he exited his friend’s back.
Shadows began to sprout from every open orifice of the Irken’s body, wrapping themselves around the legs and pulling them tightly to the body, the skin morphing and healing instantly, nothing left to suggest the tear.  The SkullPAK blinked a few times and soon lit brightly. Corruption folded his bladed arms and watched as Niz blinked, his orange eyes slowly regaining color.  He sat up slowly and ran his skeletal hand over his head.  The fresh blood from the carving and scratch still there.
“I… How?” He asked himself as Corruption scurried into the rubble and returned with a black piece of cloth with an X on the front.  “You’ll need this if you’re going to cover up those scars.” Corruption said as he scurried up Niz’s arm and perched on his friend’s shoulder.  Niz smiled and took the headband, placing it over the XIX on his forehead, unable to hide the four deep scars which stretched around his skull. Pulling his hood over his head he stood slowly, his hands folded into fists. “I was down but not out… Let’s continue forward, and when I reach Xix again the outcome with be very different…” Niz held his hands out to the darkness of the void where Corruption came from a short while ago and the darkness from the core wrapped itself around his hands, covering them in what appeared to be black irken military issue gloves.  He turned quickly his arms still extended before him, making a slashing movement as he did, the gloves morphed and became the shadow scythe in his gloveless hands.  
Niz smirked and allowed the shadow scythe to melt and reform as gloves on his hands.  “Let’s go Corr.  We’ve got a tournament to win…”  The small crablike creature folded itself up into the small ball form it was earlier and rolled down Niz’s arm sitting lifelessly in his palm. “Your assistance will be needed in the future I’m sure.” He tucked the small ball in his robe, hidden in a shadow void in his robe, easy access whenever he needed it.
The NecroIrken leapt from the ground onto the top of Xix’s ship and from there scurried up the crane hook’s chain to the top of the machine, where he jumped onto the roof of another building, looking out at the other zones, his robe flowing gently in the breeze his SkullPAK glowing a dim purple color. “Almost out of souls… I pity the first creature I come across… You’d better survive Xix, because I’m coming!” Niz’s voice echoed throughout Zones 1 and 2, as the dark void vanished within itself.  Niz didn’t know what the future held for him in these games now but he knew he wouldn’t make the same mistakes he’d made in the past.  He would not fail again.
My Re-Entry into the Blood-Sport

Niz (C) Me
Corruption (C) =DrFrag (I kinda stole him A LOOOOONG time ago.)
Xix (C) :devCritical-Error
Blood-Sport (C) ~Blood-Sport
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avatarjk137's avatar
I like how instead of just retconning his previous experience in Blood-Sport like Xion did, you actually have Niz pull a 'death is cheap'. Cheap a plot device as DIC usually is, it's far better than starting over in this case.