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Aboard The Prophet’s galactic dreadnought, we approach the edge of my galaxy. I look back at it and feel nothing. From this vantage I can clearly see the empty space devoid of stars from when I used the Graviton Infinitus in my first attempt to destroy Kænus. To think, all my power, all my rage at that point in time, 5% of all solar systems were erased… I would be much more precise now. And be able to destroy the entire galaxy.

At the Galactic Cannon, I head to the front observation deck. While large, for a device designed to send objects between galaxies through the Intergalactic Medium, its design is not all that impressive. Sort of just a big tube. With four rows of three fins to adjust direction and aim. Toward the middle, between the spacing of the fins, are eight bulbous protrusions. Stored within those are stars, harvested for power. The Network certainly knows what they’re doing.

Once the dreadnought is loaded into the cannon, all that is left to do is wait while it makes the calculations required. We’re lucky in that there’s another Cannon to catch us in the next galaxy, our future destinations once we’re further out will take much longer to calculate for a craft of this size. Especially since these were designed for an expanding universe. Once we complete our first mission after daisy-chaining multiple Cannons to our destination, we may end up being shot into a super massive black hole at the center of a galaxy, or overshooting one entirely by innumerable light-years.

Vokrssel approaches me having barely aged. His species’ life span is exponentially greater than most. He places his hand on my shoulder and begins to orate at me in his wizened way. He tells me of his time in other galaxies, his contact and cooperation with The Network, and concludes with a focus on this galaxy; how the large majority of new recruits from here are terrified of me. Their parents raised them with stories of how I would get them if they misbehaved. I replied that that’s better than being hated, as the previous crew members I had met despised me with religious fervor after my body rejected the Gold Leaf Spirit Cheesecake, and besides, I would kill this crew or anyone else in the cosmos for far less than misbehaving. Understanding my point, he thanks me for joining them in their prophesied quest. That my aid will be invaluable towards the goal of saving, restoring the universe. I walk away from the conversation, and wait out the remainder of the calculations aboard my ship.

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