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My planet is trapped, and I with it, in isolation, a time dilation. Infused with my power, Kænus’ ancient, technologically adapted powers. It is, I am trapped within time more than ever now. Offworld, one would see trees springing up in seconds, and I, I can only sense this, for the time being. Time does not pass over me, however. It is focused on me. My physical form is encompassed by a leftover temporal field, and can only move at a pace imperceptible to anything, to those evolving and growing on this planet, and even to my own mind. I could play out my life innumerous times, and still, I would be left wanting, I drive myself insane over and over, in differing ways, if only to aid in the passage of time.

It will all return to its natural, balanced state with the perception of the universe soon enough. Eventually, after many strange eons within my own mind, remembering, dreaming, the crossed energies begin to dissipate. After sixty-six million years locked away within my mind, driven to insanity by my imaginings countless times, I can sense it beginning to occur. I focus my power inward, for time is the one thing I cannot control, but I can refuse to allow it my power. I force the ancient tachyons outward, refuse their hold over me. I sense it concentrating out in space as I rid my planet of them. They begin to create a spatial tempest, but as quickly as it forms, it disappears. My body begins moves synchronally with my mind. I am free once more. Able to live. Able to kill.

Rebuild nothing, for there is only nothing. This planet is mine, from a negligible birth to an infinite end. It will perish into nothingness before I. I begin to dig myself out of the silt and debris of millenia that have washed over me. Soon I feel sand move between my fingers. Rough grains stick to my helmet as I lift my head. Land, air. At first I think it’s night, until I remove my cracked, broken helmet and the sun scorches my eyes. The wind swirls around me, and, taking in the antediluvian battlescape, I launch myself into the air, seeing only blackened, dead earth upon the beach of black sands. I travel further, across giant landmasses, no longer are they all burnt, the oceans of ancient dead creatures are filled with new life. On Loameria, it seems, nature has seen fit to replenish itself using my power, left untouched for aeons.

Miles of stygian shores lead towards the true oceans of my once great planet, now reduced to a cinder.

Above me, scorched earth; smoke rises from the ground. This was all my fault with no intent. Nothing remains of my enemy. I am left alone at the bottom of a false ocean, surrounded by a burnt reminder of power gone awry. My own, my enemy’s. There can be no regret. To measure what has happened knowing not of what will… everything happens as it does… I hate time travel.

The past and future are where they should stay, ineffective to the present, but they never can be. They are all correlated, intertwined and interweaved into the very fabric of reality, no matter the plane. Time is the enemy as I drown without lungs.

I spend eternities under the water, alone, left with my thoughts of murder. There is no such escape as death for me. Seconds pass as centuries, centuries pass as seconds. I crave internally for it all to end as silt from the fallout of my ruined world entombs my immortal form. My limbs have long since returned to presence, but offer me no mobility; peace, nor piece, of mind.

The center of my brain drives towards slaughter, but I can offer no energy towards it. I am beyond drained, my powers… siphoned by the ravages of the endless passaging of time.; I sense new life evolving, growing above me. I am continually driven to death, of survival, but suppress the sinister urge, to wait. Why? I do not know. I merely allow the life to flourish on my forgotten, dead planet, for there is nothing else that I can do.

There will come a moment in that I will rise, in reclamation, for myself, Gravity Surge be damned to the Hellish dimension. Though, it is only because of it that I am privy to it. Perhaps that is why I despise my life eternal of power impossible. I want to rest, but it does not allow it, it does not end, it will not end for me until time itself ends. Then I will be left to finally die, alone, without purpose. Nothing is preordained. I think. I hope, for this path I follow, it is but a drive from beyond. If this is predetermined, my path, then when time does end, and I find who is responsible for my path, I will strangle the life out of them, and, in doing so, bring destruction to everything that ever was, is, could be, or will be. Then, if there is a next life, if time is cyclical, I will do it again in the next life, if only to see the blood flow from their eye sockets as I crush their throat once more. And I will do it not only because I am driven to do it, but I will revel in it.

… Blood and viscera of the mortals who challenge my own path I carve for myself of flesh and bone. Cracking, breaking. Destruction. Death is meaningless, and I will prove this, proof beyond life, beyond all who live, beyond all who die, all who have died by my hands. I will kill more, I will rise and kill again, of this there is no doubt.

“Well, good to see you havn’t improved at all. I’d like to see you dis-integrate your entire planet that you fought so hard for, as you did my entire future.” I roll onto my back.
“Don’t worry, I think I’ll just dis-integrate you.”

[Activate:: Gravity Bullets]

I aim my arm at him, and my hand begins to spin rapidly, releasing a gatling fire of energy blasts. A few clip him, others blast through his armor, but thousands more miss completely before he returns fire, blindsiding me. The blast sends me burning a trail to a deep crater in the center of the continent before I can stop it. He’s already there, gloating beneath the black cloud that blots out the sun. The water pouring in from underground sources evaporates immediately off of my scalding armor.

“I’d normally tell you to surrender because you’re so pathetic, but I just know I’ll have even more fun tearing you limb from limb than I did your entire family!”

He flies at me, and our fists lock in the ensuing power struggle, crushing. The first one to give up is the first one to die. The ground cracks beneath our feet, rock and water pushed away, into the ground and up into the air by the sheer amount of power being exerted. The crater expands, deepens. The walls crash, and torrents of water flood in.

The battle of wills and strange powers, encased in a dome of energy at the bottom, continues unabated.

“I can keep this up forever, you nobody! I am Kænus! I have become a time lord!”
“You idiot! You just don’t get it, do you? I can’t die! Even if you win, and kill me, I can’t die! Even if I didn’t want to wipe you from existence, I have the power of the entire cosmos, I AM the power of the entire cosmos, you just have some stupid suit made from old bullshit! Now die!”

I concentrate, focus, remove all thoughts. Anger. Revenge; anything; they are all pointless, transient. There is only my drive. Death. It is death, the constant of life within the cosmos, within this vast plane. The end of life. The plane of reality, life that I cannot escape. If I cannot die, then everything must.

No. He must die.

I begin to feel his every molecule being compressed, popping, combusting, imploding by the sheer force of the gravitons. Everything about him in existence is dying. His screams of pain echo through and across time before he completely dis-integrates.

The clash of destructive energy forms creates a cataclysmic explosion, decimating my body; my own powers counter-react to the augmented tachyons and a shockwave of the unknown combined energies envelopes the destroyed planet Loameria. Far below the scorched sky the energy dome dissipates, and the remains of my mutilated torso at the bottom of this new sea become frozen in time.

Pressure, intense. No need to breathe, no sights to see.

I am to blame. Why am I driven to death? Why was I given this power?

After all of this, I end up right back where I started, worse off than before in countless ways.

I break through, spinning out of control from the other side of the spacial tempest, my craft close behind.

[Warning: Energy: 83%]
[Warning: Shields: 86%]

I can see pieces of the hull flying off. Swirling violently, I employ my powers to make it back to my ship. I stand on it, and can start to make out the planet through the storm.

Inside, the white panels are exploding open, showering the area with sparks, showing exposed wiring. I make it to the control area, and manage to steady it, pushing it so that it takes a wide path, and enters a wide orbit around the planet.

I disembark, and right myself in line with the curvature of the planet I appeared before. I notice: it’s Loameria, but not the forested grown-over planet, my Loameria, the one I once knew and never thought I’d see again, filled with sprawling metropolii, self-sustaining, a unified world working together, a resource based economy, technology of the stars: fully restored. I activate my gravitational pull, anchoring myself to the planet I once knew, and never thought I’d see again. Soon, I have visual of my city, great upon the sandy beach. Only to lose it before my eyes in a great bright flash of light that then spreads outwards, destroying everything it touches, everything upon the continent, and covering it in a black cloud of smoke before I even have a chance to react.

There, upon the shore, it’s the armor from before.

Kænus.

I charge him at full speed, and hit him into the ground with enough force to smash every atom in his body. He floats up out of the dust and debris, arms folded.

“Woah , if you were any faster, you could have almost caught me off guard there… too bad, though, as it was the only chance you’ll have to not die.”
“Shut up. How did you come back to life? How did you bring back Loameria just to destroy it?”
He hovers steadily above the settling dust cloud, silent, almost… speechless.
“Answer me or I’ll kill you again!” He snaps out of his thoughts.
“No… it can’t be you, not this you, there’s no way you could have followed me! You destroyed yourself; along with my ship, my entire life, my entire life’s work… I travelled here, back through the ether of time into the past, to get my revenge–”
“–We’re in the past?!”
“Yes, to find and destroy a younger, weaker you, prevent all this from happening.”
“Well you’ve found me at full power, and fully pissed off, fucker.”
“Hurm, doesn’t look much like it, looks almost like you’ve been through a damn black hole.”
“When I’m done with you, you won’t look like anything.”

I rush at him, but end up miles away: face down in the dirt with a footprint on my spine. I quickly get up, and make my way to attack him again as he ascends within the black plume of smoke. I fly above the smoke, then descend upon him, Jacknifing through the lightless cloud of destruction. A hand reaches out and grasps me by the throat, clawed fingers digging deep.

Dragging me down through the smoke, he rams his fist through my spine, I see it exit my chest. Then I see the ground again.

A beautiful and lush planet at peace with itself. A man appears out of a portal in the sky. He arrives with hate filled deep within his chest cavity. A face distorted behind his helmet’s mask, powerless, for now; as his is a power that resonates through time. He remembers power and wealth, fragments, but enough. He makes it to a city, a credit terminal. He places a transfer through the to the most powerful, vile being in the entire multiversity that he has ever heard of. Money always speaks stronger than words. The man has time to recover, heal, repair; all but his once handsome, famous looks: ruined, warped, twisted beyond all recognition, lost forever to the alter of time.

The man stands in an open field as the sleek black craft slowly snakes its way down out of the sky. A figure in reptilian black armor walks out.

“Celrdrrun.”
“-tt-, you’re lucky I accepted this offer, rich man. It came at a most opportune moment, funding my research to adapt and integrate these new fluorographic weapon systems into my own.”
“Are you going to talk all day, or are we going to get to work?”
“-tt-, I’m always working…” he places his five-digited arm across his chest and taps the middle finger of his one three-digit hand against his helmet.
“Also,” the figure from beyond the future continues, “if any beings appear in a suit that bears any resemblance to ours and attempts to stop us, he is mine.”
“Whatever.”

The two figures take to the air, and explode out in opposite directions, leaving swaths of destruction in their wake. On one side of the planet, Celrdurrn lays down a curtain of fire over the major cities, quickly prompting retaliation. The initial forces of the planet only serve to make him laugh as he razes another landmass into ruin. No history of the planet running through his mind, he feels free, unprepared, excited. In his exhilaration, he hardly notices the planet’s primary defences against interstellar threats targeting him. A giant laser blast descends upon him from the sky, arresting his flight of destruction and forcing him deep into the ground.

In space, he emerges out of the beam, and takes hold of the weapon. With it, he carves a giant symbol into the planet, throwing down the weapon, creating a giant crater.

“Hmpf, not my best, but I was hired to do a job, and it’s done.” He flies back to his craft. “What a pathetic planet; fitting that its history won’t be saved.” He closes to door, and gets in. He keeps his craft in the area until his employer has rid the planet of life, survivors would be detrimental to his notoriety.

On the other side of the planet, Kænus’ plans take their necessary time. With forces distracted, he’s free to go where he must, to make use of his research, his bioscans; everything. With the pandemonium and destruction happening on the opposite side of Loameria, he travels in secret to a small metropolis, and zeros in on multiple targets, a family, traced by a recorded DNA signature from a not too distant time. In no time at all, he induces an excruciating evisceration to each of them in succession, torture lasting days in seconds. When done his grotesque, malicious goal, he travels to the shore of the city, and unleashes a giant blast of force, obliterating all life across the continent, leaving only a giant black cloud of smoke to cover half the planet.