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Adrift in hypersleep I begin to dream of a beautiful woman. She promises me all that I could ever desire. She is what I desire: The Queen of the Müün. She needs a King, but her planet is lacking in those worthy, and under attack by those who seek its riches. Gentle whispers of a delicate love that requires a strength, the strongest in the multiversity, one strong enough to match the intensity of her everlasting passionate caring love and adoration.

When I awaken, my omega surge suit has taken control autonomously, and I’m already in the central control area of my craft, piloting a course towards the planet from my dreams. Were my dreams a sign? I see the battle rage on the ground, surrounding a massive metropolis with an epic castle at its epicenter. I land on the terra firma on the outskirts of the skirmish; it’s every being for itself. This is going to be fun.

As I exit my craft, I begin with repeated scattershots of surge bullets fired from the tips of my fingers, then a cross-attack of the field from my eye beams. For those that remain, I launch gravity spheres into the fray, sending body parts and chunks of flesh soaring into the air. Now only the most powerful remain alive. Their attention is well turned to me, and they attack me as one.

[Activate: Gravity Blade]

I send the Lunar Razor out at the conglomerate, firing the blade outwards, shooting a crescent shape spinning towards them. It cuts them down by half and half. The remaining monsters, aliens and freakish warriors still continue at me, and I charge at them. She will be mine.

Covered in the blood of the others, I walk through the front gates of the city like a tank, shattering it under my unfaltering will, my desire for the Queen of the Müün letting nothing, not even these alloy gates, stand in my way. She’s there, waiting for me, her champion. She’s glowing, beautiful, and elegant. A gentle breeze blows and tugs at her dress. She is a vision of majesty.
“You are the one to be my King.” She motions for her handmaidens to tend to my wounds, but I wave them off, having taken no damage. I send a charge through my suit, ionizing the blood of the fallen, removing it from my carapace. I then retreat the hard shell exterior, revealing my common attire.
“Ah, much more handsome than I thought! Come! A ceremony! We are to be united at once, my King!”

This planet called Müün: she, my Queen, and I, her King. She surprises me at every moment; unendingly interesting. She exhibits this inexplicable driving force in all her endeavors. The Kingdom and planet are paradise unparalleled, moonlit lakeside carriage rides showcase the encompassing beauty on display. I am almost never in the omega surge armor, there is no need. I still communicate with it, we are inseparable; I can always feel it pulling at me. It tells me it loves her as well, and is happy for us all. I am one with the omega suit.

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