GuNNhead

My craft comes crashing down onto a small far-circling moon. As I tumble out of the hatch in my common attire, I hear a voice calling out a note of warning.
“You will pay for trying to steal from me! The case is mine, and nobody else’s, same with this moon! I know you want them, everyone wants them!”
“What are you talking about? I was just passing by, I have more important things to do than—“
“No! You’re trying to confuse me, lie to me, like all the others, the case is mine, and I’ll kill you, kill anyone else who tries to take it from me!”

His luminous body emits a bright flash, and all light escapes me. He lashes out at me. He’s fast; his speed is astounding. He slams me away from the entrance to my ship, and leaps into the air. I prepare to block a straight-forward attack, but he alters his position, and stabs his talons into the sides of my head. A row takes place inside my head; I can hear only this boisterous great noise, nothing else. I hold my ears in pain. He takes this opportunity to slash into my abdomen, and my innards begin to ooze out.

I refuse to give in. The blood is pouring fourth from my open wound even as I hold it tight. I’ve been playing it too easy, he’s weak.
I’ve had enough of this idiot. A bolt of energy courses through my spine. A flash, an outline of light covers my body; it outlines my suit of armor. The Gravity Surge. Everything is vibrating in my blind eyes. I’m armored once more. Electricity bristles around me. I stand. I still cannot hear, but my vision has returned, enhanced by full spectral viewing lenses. Perfect, I will not hear him plead his case when I’m breaking every bone in his body. I am disappointed that I’ll not be able hear his screams of pain, but take solace in the fact that I’ll be able to see the pain on his porcine face. To my luck, my new form does not deter him, and he attacks once more. I grab his arm, and he brings the other. Grabbing that as well, I hold them together, crushing them into one.
“Let’s find that case now, shall we?”
“No! You’ll never take it, it’s everything to me!”
“Oh, I’m not going to take it.” Soon, inside his house, I see it; it’s gleaming, platinum. I break it open. Its contents: unimportant. I begin to shove him into it mercilessly. I can feel each of his bones breaking as I force him into this small box. Most of his orange blood pours forth from his body and box so that he can fit. Once fully inside, I close it, and seal it.

I return to my craft to find it has repaired itself, and lift off once more to continue my quest.

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