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A kick connects with my side, crushing what I thought were my ribs, now a thick paste inside my armor. I slam into a large stone, splitting it. I hear running water as I come to, and see a figure standing over me.
“It took you long enough. Now, since you tried so hard to find me, how would you like to die?” The sun glares behind his black helmet and glowing green eyes. I know it is him, Celrdrrun. I spit out my words with vitriol.
“Celrdrrun. You destroyed my planet. I’m going to destroy you.”
“I destroy a lot of planets. All that work to find me for revenge? How disappointing. I’d hoped for more.”
“It doesn’t matter, you destroyed my planet, and I’m going to kill you.”
“In that pathetic armor?”
“It looks to me like yours is just a cheap knockoff.”
“… Pff. You fool, this suit is made of the best and most distilled engineering imaginable, and is the most powerful cyber-pure construction in all of the cosmos. My cloak and cape incite me nerveless, and I’ve altered the weapon systems, upgraded to Fluorographic power, a beyond vehement technology.” I can sense it, his suit is unalive, never hasn’t been. It was created, artificial. “You’re bleeding to death after those measly beetles nearly took you out. What chance do you have? How much power could you possibly have?”
“More than enough to rip out your spine and make this planet your grave.”
He attacks me, kicking me into a tree that gently falls over against other of the many trees. He walks over to me slowly. I have trouble standing, holding the gaping hole in my abdomen as my new blood joins this earth, and quickly I’m subdued. Through constant pain, disgraced, he slams his fist into the back of my head, and I hit the ground again, remaining there. He casually walks around, becoming verbose of his past exploits and immense power. I gather myself, and fire a gravity sphere at him, which he merely brushes off, only serving to annoy him further.
“I know the perfect solution for you. I’m going to tear that stupid looking suit of armor off of you piece-by-piece.”
“Just try it,” I say as I stand up, and leap at him, attacking, but before I reach him, he swings his fists into my chest, thundering me back into the dirt and stone. I bounce back, and strike out at him with my right, connecting, and send him to the ground. He grabs my arm on the way down, and quickly recovers, and rises, slamming me into the ground, holding me by the leg. He tears off the armor covering my leg. The agony is mind splitting. He tosses me into the air, and expels a giant green flame from his eyes, scorching me. I hit the beach, smoking, singed, and blackened. He picks me up by the throat, and begins his work, ripping piece after piece off of me. My eye beams naturally fire out of self-defense, to no effect. I can only assume he thinks that this suit was simply being worn, and not a part of me. I do not know if I’m even still human or if this suit has become my body. Shapeless bloodied limbs are all that is left of my torso.
“Any last words?”
“You will pay for planet Loameria”
“Ha! Loameria? How amazing that you will die for the one place I’m not fully responsible for: I was hired to destroy that pitiful planet by a being who called himself Kænus. Not that it will do you any good to know that now.”
I cough up my boiling blood.
“Now, what was it that you said you’d do to me before? Rip out my spine? That sounds like a pretty good idea.”
He slams me down onto the sand of the beach, holds my head down with his foot, reaches deep into the center of my back, taking hold of my spine, and tears it out with one quick pull. The world goes black. He blasts a hole in the beach near the water, and tosses my body into the hole, burying it under three feet of sand and dirt. I can hear the running water.

After having proven myself against that Hellbeast, I make my way back to the central planet of the disavowed area, the head in tow. I go directly for what I need: information. My vitriol seethes.

I kick the door open.
“Here is the head of the Hellbeast!” I shout as I fling the decapitated remains on the countertop.
“So I see.”
“Now, what do you know of this symbol? It is of the one who destroyed my planet!”
“Yeah, I know that symbol, and that planet? Way I hear it, they were looking for something.”
“Who’s they?”
“The owner of that symbol, of course.”
“Tell me. Now.”
“Well, I only know of one guy who has that, a real tough guy, a vile pirate snake, you do not want to mess with him, though, he’ll kill ya before he bothers to look at ya.”
“Tell me where to find him, or I will kill you.”
“Eh, alright, alright, fair’s fair: info for a Hellbeast’s head.”

She gives me the coordinates, and information on him, and I’m on my way. Celrdrrun is his name. It’s said that he is impossibly powerful and ruthless, going to planets and destroying them, he gets his jollies by uncovering, saving and preserving the history of a civilization by destroying that same civilization. Rendering him as the only who can tell the tale of an entire glorious civilization, and how it was ended by his hand, in an epic planetary wide-scale war, against him. He’s a lunatic. I’ll enjoy taking him down. He wears a reptilian form of armor, the woman said it was similar to my own, yet altogether different. He’s on some planet, where he trains, hones his powers.

I arrive at the civilizationless planet, and leave my craft in a cloaked orbit. There’s an Orbiter there from The Network of Communicating Planets. They must be looking for him as well. I concentrate on my newfound powers to aid in my burning descent in solitary to the forested ground. I can sense his immense power nearby. It disturbs me to my core; it’s sick, and twisted. I can taste my revenge, so palpable, at the cusp of fulfillment. I will avenge a life I left light years behind.

As I descend, I begin to see small insects surrounding, converging on me, this new entity to the planet. Continuing downwards, burning through the atmosphere, I realize that they are nowhere near me, but approaching fast. They’re massive. My scanner fires up, locating and locking on to each of them, it makes them out to be some sort of massive horned kabutomushi beetle. My scanners quickly become overloaded, there are too many of them, too large; can’t get a proper read.

Visual is all I have to go on, and it’s almost useless in a swarm like this. One of their T-shaped horns hits me hard, flat, in the center of my back. Another lock horns with the first, crushing me ‘tween. I can feel my innards turning to paste between these battle behemoths in the mid air competition to destroy me. I take hold of their horns and shove them apart, pushing my physical strength to its limits. I fall fast as I free myself, having lost concentration on my limited flight, and become skewered on the horn of another one of the numerous other beetles. With blood flowing from the wound, I claw my way back up the horn hand over fist until I make it to the tip, freeing myself, falling off with a ‘thuck’ and the horn exits me. Unfortunately, I’m freed only to be slammed by another, sending my flying into the path of another, pummeled by horn after horn, being thrown around, down. The last one to hit me sends me spinning downward, flying into the tree line. Disoriented, I sling some well placed gravity spheres at the ones who bothered giving chase, exploding their heads clean off. I break through the canopy, and hit the ground below hard. Sticks, twigs, and leaves infiltrate my fresh wound. For a few moments, I lay there on the ground, bleeding, recovering, and separating the debris from the boiling blood.