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As I travel through the deepest reaches of space in pursuit of Kænus, a distress signal appears on my receiver, from a planet identifying as Ousniss. My ship has trouble decoding the exact message, but as far as I can tell, this planet is being attacked from an unknown source: ‘destroying everything, save us from the disease of machinery.’

I adjust my course to head directly to Ousniss at full speed. I arrive in orbit and see the planet mostly in flaming ruins. My ship scans the planetside, and discovers the culprit: a mountainous metal machination, mutilating one more metropolis in a march of mangled millions. This is a well-off planet, brimming with natural resources. I can only assume this attack is to get rid of the populous so a tyrant can re-appropriate these resources. I bring my ship in, and have it drop me off in the middle of one of their roads, directly in the path of the machine.

This mechanized man of blood and iron. Its pistons push and pull in loud, hydraulic, bursts. Relentless crafted death. Its eyes scan the terrain with a giant beam of light: looking for all life to destroy. The light scans by me, then halts. It scans me again. The light turns horizontally, continually scanning. I can hear its processes. The scanner itself operates as a rudimentary of my own. My composition has it confused. Not giving it a chance to figure me out, I leap into the air to attack its head. Surprised, it steps back with a loud whirr, it’s only of little help to it. My jump kick misses its head, but I deliver a double-foot kick to its chest, jumping off, denting its metal armor and catching it off balance. I spin and fire an energy sphere to the dent, sending the machine to the ground. I land on top of a building as I watch the giant fall. That ought to take care of that.

With astonishing speed, its core spins, and the machination sits up, scanners locked firmly on me. It grasps the building I’m on, and begins to stand. It must have some form of magnetic stasis field installed, because –god damn- it picks up the building I’m on in once piece, and, standing, launches it overhand like a javelin an incredible distance. After hanging on the initial displacement and throw, in mid air, I run across the roof, and along the former side of the building. Windows break and glass flies as I run by them, down the airborne building. I leap off, and land in a crouch, supporting myself with my arm. The building keeps going, and smashes head-on into a sheer cliff of a mountain range, exploding in a ball of fire. Hmm, that didn’t make much sense; cool.

Celrdrrun… He tore out my spine. Not long ago, he left me for dead on a planet of insects. Never before had I encountered a being that can so far surpass my own powers as this. The powers of my suit: I wish I knew more.

He laughs his disgusting laugh.
“Bested again, I see. I should see to it that I destroy you, but perhaps this second lesson has made you understand: You cannot defeat me, give up, and return from whence you came, you are weak.”

I stand, sparks flying from my suit. It’s damaged. Badly. There’s no way I can jump across this magma while still under the effects of his immobilizing blaze. I scan the magma. It’s torrid: beyond. Shallow.
“I will show you my power: I will extinguish your eternity: For I cannot die.”
I stare him in his multitude of eyes as I walk directly into the magma, bearing a dead-set course for his location. As of now, I am a machine of severe impact: One-track mind: Mechanized.

[Warning: System Overheating]
[Warning: Visual Limited]
[Danger: Shield Overloading]
[Warning: Energy: 50%]
[Warning: System in Danger]
[Diverting Energy to Shields]
[Danger: Cooling System Overloading]
[Danger: System Critical]
[Warning: Energy: 14%]
[Danger: System Shut Down in Progress]
[Tip: Avoid Excessive Heat!]
[Danger: System Failure Imminent]

I emerge from the magma, marching onward. Disconnected. He can only stare as my cyber organic carapace peels and melts, chunks of my chitinous shield falling, sliding off, attached to the solidifying magma: shoulder armor; external abdominal oblique armor; mouth armor: dehinges, and falls. The right side of my helmet: sizzling, melting, dripping off. Its red glow, fading, exposing the true eye it once covered that burns with a heat of hatred far exceeding the temperature of the magma. The left eye lens only glows with increasing intensity and ferocity.

[Update: Cooling System at full]

He conveys only pure terror. He knew not the league of my will.

[OverRide::]
[Divert Power to Weapons]
[Activate: Gravity Blade]

I rush at him, focused on the universe of the moment. The sword, through, beyond him. Glowing, ripples of electricity dance upon the blade. His body slides apart. Innards spill about the black ground.

Before my helmet can reconstitute itself, I spit upon his corpse. One thing left to do: atomization. With my final core of power, I charge the gamma burst. He’s still alive. I can see his brain working, gasping for a moment to live. He’ll not receive it. I launch the blast, disintegrating his very elements. Torrents of magma spray in the wake of the gamma burst across the planet Thértuu. I send the signal for my craft to come to me. Soon it will be here. I collapse.

I awoke on my ship days later. I only urge to kill again.

There exists a planet, Thértuu, deep within the Torinadul system whose relationships with its moons are a rare micro-solar system on their own. While the planets in this solar system all attain their light and some heat from the large yet weak sun they orbit, the fifth planet from the sun is composed primarily of lava and magma. The heat generated from this planet supported life on its four orbiting moons.

This relationship lasted for eons in perfect harmony, until the inhabitants began to detect a globalized warming of the planet. This giant ball of liquid rock was becoming unstable. In what appeared to all to be a good idea at the time, it was decided that the united moons would bombard Thértuu with a chain of permafrost ebullations, creating a solid-force extrusive igneous rock. This chain did indeed create a sort of rock-net, cooling the planet and thusly averting possible disaster; it would no longer be in danger of exploding. However, the magma reacted violently and unexpectedly, a severe splash back occurred, killing all life on two of the orbiting satellites. Entire histories, lost, worlds burnt to ash.

This was long ago. I’ve traced Celrdrrun, the vile pirate snake, to the sun-planet Thértuu. He thinks he can escape me, but none are able to escape me, especially after what he thought he could do. This is the first being to exceedingly earn the fate that I have come to bestow. I may not have had the omega surge suit long, but I will find a way: when I find him, I will destroy every last molecule of his existence.

I arrive on the trail of his signal, and send my craft into orbit. As I walk towards the origin of the trace, volcanic bombs litter the air, chunks of magma that become launched into the air, increase in number. He knew I was tracing him: just as I suspected. I’ve been looking forward to this: The final clash. I must inflict upon him the most truthful experience that life has to offer: Death.

I’m sure of myself, my purpose and actions; perhaps too sure. I run at him as immediately as I acquire his location amongst the cinders. I jump and attempt to kick him, but my attitude was not in the right place, I’m being reckless. Idiot. He grabs my kick mid-air, I lash out, attempt a reversal spin kick: he grabs my other foot: crushes it, sets me alight with paralytic flame, and slams my body into the ground. Repeatedly. Still almost twice my skill, intelligent, brilliantly insane. He exudes the atmosphere of a man obsessed by his work. Beams fire from the eyes of my helmet, injure his grasp, and he throws me hard into the rock. I can eliminate him. I know it. Getting up. Get up. Getting up, I extend my arms to charge the Graviton Destroyer, but he’s too fast, my arms in his claws. Forearms being crushed, carapace splintering, I grab onto his arms, and spin, launching him into the air. That toss alone will not send him into the fiery rivers. In an attempt to ensure his death in the magma, I fire an energy sphere at him haphazardly. The damage done to my forearms from his vicegrip causes them to splinter; energy recoil shoots up both arms along the cracks. The blast sends him flying over a break in the crust: then accursedly allows him to overshoot his possible scorching demise. He lands upon an embankment of solid rock: only magma exists between us now; below all my burning hatred.