GuNNhead

Emptiness… Nothingness… Everything vaporized into nothingness, not an atom nor its constituent parts remain.

Bolts of electricity fire across the black abyss of nihility.

I feel the first firing of synapses as my consciousness comes back into being. No…

Only a void remains of what was for lightyears around, Kænus’ craft, completely eradicated, same with planets, moons, and stars. Nothing, except for the Gravity Surge, now adrift in space.

I had it. I had it all, I had attained nothingness, obliteration. I felt it. Now, alive again, continually, I remain still, floating amongst the annihilation I have created. I ponder the power. All of this power I have, the power I have used for retribution, the power to expunge solar systems in a single attack, but I’m powerless against existence itself, my own drives. I can kill but I can’t die. I know it means nothing. It simply is.

I see my craft in the distance. It returns, responding to my suit. I drift inside, and head to the central control area. Here, I scour the DataBase, I’ve done all that I care to be. My meaning has been completed. My former life has long since been lost. Only a scorched husk of a planet remains of everything I knew, the connections I made on my intermittent travels feel untrue, transitory. I cannot go back in this state. I am no longer the same. They have indubitably moved on, forgotten. No matter. I have new parameters of which I live my life now.

Where has no being ever returned from? Where is a place that I may find an end, a place where only death exists? I must be enveloped by the unknown end if I cannot die. There must be a place somewhere in the universe; ignoring the multiversity; to find death without myself playing the reaper.

I find it.

A formation in space classified as a Group 6 Crystal: Hexagonal Pyramid of non-existence. In the blackest of space, no craft that has ever traveled near it has ever returned. All readings and studies are negative. It is an anomaly of endings. One cannot even see any light through it, as it blots out all beyond it. Countless beings have been lost to it. I set course to this deep vector of space, as I intend to make myself a part of these beings, destined to never be known of again.

I grab both his arms, and kick out his footing. I reverse the positioning, and fling him over my shoulder and back into the walls of equipment, launching a gravity sphere in after him. Immediately as it explodes, I receive an elbow to the side of my head, forcing me through wall after wall of the lower research decks. I right myself, land on my feet, and take off sprinting towards him. He impels towards me beyond the same time. When we meet up, I can’t land a single hit in close combat. He’s unfathomably fast. I have to change tactics. I bombard him with my power. Overwhelm his speed.

[Activate: Gravity Bullets]
[Activate: Gravity Sphere]
[Activate: Gravity Bullets]
[Activate: Gravity Sphere]
[Warning: Energy: 64%]
[Warning: System in Danger]
[Activate: Gravity Sphere]
[Activate: Gravity Bullets]
[Diverting Energy to Weapons]
[Danger: System Overloading]
[Activate: Gravity Sphere]
[Activate: Gravity Bullets]
[Danger: System Critical]
[Warning: Energy: 23%]
[Tip: Avoid Excessive Weapon Use!]
[Warning: System Overload Imminent]

My energies are almost depleted, wasted almost entirely on hitting nothing, but some hit. It was worth it, he’s badly damaged. Can’t move as fast anymore. I have him right where I want him.
[Activate: Quantum Destroyer]
The continuous blast launches, but it’s of no use, it’s too weak this far into battle, I didn’t put enough force behind it, I can see him put all power into his shields, and force through the blast. He grabs me by the throat.
“You think that your hands are rinsed of all men’s crimes? How blind.”
“I’ll eviscerate you; you’re not worth what you have.”
“This is your last story ever. You did do some immense damage to my ship, and so, it’s getting closer to that time where I rip your heart out.”
“I’ll do more than that, you–“
He smashes through my chest plate with his armored fist, but only pulls out a boiling black ooze. One with my armor, I have no heart. While he stares in disbelief at the sludge slipping through his fingers, I return the favour, breaking through his chest plate and gruesomely retrieving his continually ticking heart. I let it drop to the floor.
“It all ends here. Existence is nothing.”

[Activate: Graviton Infinitus]
As the seams of my armor ignite, he senses my power, and lets go. We both know fleeing is of no use, nothing can move fast enough to avoid this attack. His last words are idle threats that I cannot hear. I lose all awareness as I explode out in every direction; I expel beyond the entirety of my powers as this one attack, to end it all. It reduces the craft, all inside, and the surrounding lightyears to nothingness, leaving only desolate annihilation in the void of space, still surging with timeless gravity.

Finally. I approach Kænus’ location, his craft. It has been too long I’ve been searching for him. I can see his craft now. Every atom of it tells the story of wealth and shrewd business. I cannot believe he’s being hailed as a philanthropist and hero. A ceremony in his honor to celebrate his recent accomplishment is being held shortly. It is announced that he will reveal to the multiversity all he has accomplished in his space travels. I wonder how much innocent blood has been spilled by his hands; how the entirety of his wealth has been soaked in it.

His craft is enormous, a giant of the cruise-ship class. His thousands of servants, crewmen, scientists and associates all reside there. I send my ship rocketing past, as I leap out and smash through the hull with my armored fists. I shoulder through wall after wall, breaking them down. Reaching my destination I stop and hide behind a corner as a rush of droids fly past me to repair the hull breach. It is then that I take note of the golden hall that I find myself in, each and every bit shining with brilliance and lined, covered, by millions of clocks. I walk down it calmly, passing through a great golden ballroom. Going up the covered stairs on the left, I enter into another hallway of timekeepers and keep going until I make it to large ornate doors and kick them down, splintering them inwards. I rush the two guards, grabbing one from the back, and snapping his neck. The other comes at me; I push the first guard into him, and blast them with a gravity sphere, obliterating them into nothingness. Frightened hourglass-shaped women run out of the room past the broken-in doors.

Kænus stands in the back of the room against a wall of visual monitors.
“What is the meaning of this?” He takes a sip from his glass of wine. “Who are you? What do you want?” He asks with the unphased smugness that only a rich scientist playboy could muster.
“I am from Loameria. I am the Gravity Surge. I am to end your existence.”
I run at him, jumping over his desk, I raise both hands together over my head, and bring them down on him, smashing him through floors of gold, marble, and steel. I jump down the twelve story hole, and land on his right arm, exploding it into blood. I flip backwards. I grab his leg, and slam him into the large machines and equipment that lines the walls, before tossing him through a half-window into an observation room.

From behind the half-wall, he stands, clutching his bleeding stump.
“I was waiting until the conference to unveil this, but I feel that at this point, you deserve a private demonstration.”
Reality begins to warp around him. Something builds which is not right. I see his arm again, the bones of his absent limb flash, materialize from the innermost out. My scanners cannot get a proper reading of this enormous anomalous energy; it takes from the past to forever. Suddenly a power explodes outwards, breaking down the barrier wall, and sending me slowly, hypersonically crashing into large steel doors. He moves uncannily towards me. I fall to my knees from my metallic imprint. I try to stand, but he’s instantaneously at me, and holds me up against the steel with his forearm. He stares at me through his cold cycloptic eye.
“You just made a mistake bigger than you’ll ever know.”
“You’ve made your mistakes long ago, Kænus.”

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.

Noise. Noise, noise mindless, meaningless noise! I’m berated from hypersleep by this impossible noise. Hammering, pounding, grinding, drilling. Nothing is worth this noise, it is it pointless, meaningless. I must end it, and all possibilities of it, at all costs. It breaks laws, not only of my own peace, but of physics, of plausibility. This noise is so intrusive, so bad, that it transverses the impossibility that is its own sonic travel, through the vacuum of space, of my craft, of my tranquility. I triangulate on its source, dead set on its end.

I arrive at the cacophonous planet, and scan for the hub of life, only to find none. At all. At this proximity, my craft is shaking, coming apart due to the force of this intense noise. I exit, and enter the atmosphere fully armored, but find I can go not lower than that, the sound waves pushing me away. I hover for a moment in thought.

[Override::]
[Divert Power from Weapons]
[Reroute::]
[Generate Counter Feedback Loop]

Immediately, as sound pours forth from my weapon systems and luminescent details, I begin to fall. Landing, I see nothing but mechanical parts moving. Turning, grinding; gears, sprockets; hammers, pounding; pistons, pumping; drilling. Machines simply being. Machines. There is no artificial intelligence, no grand schema, they simply are. Like clockwork in time with the metallic clanging, I see an army driving towards my location. The army of drones marches towards me, unthinking. All I can hear is their emotionless machinations at work; all I can see is their collars as a luminescent white light, pouring forth into the black air. They approach at an alarming rate, there’s nowhere for me to go; I cannot fly on this planet while being protected from the sound, but I leap backwards, and repeatedly fire weakened gravity spheres into the crowd. I am forced to continue leaping back and into the air, firing again and again. Soon, however, I cannot keep up, and am merely firing to create a place for me to leap into again without being run over. They are not attacking, not concerned with my presence at all, they simply move, are simply moving forward, endlessly.

Tired, I cannot move fast enough, and one eventually catches my leg, and sends me slamming into the ones behind it. Through quick thinking and acting, I am able to steady myself, and roll, clinging onto one of these automatons. They take me along their set path, deep into the recesses of this artificial planet; down to the near-core.

There is not one scrap of organic material, only machine created by machine. Detaching from the cavalcade, I begin to make my way towards the absolute centre, where the pressure and heat is greatest. I traverse through enormous gears grinding; ropes binding; coils winding; pistons panging; clamps clanging; springs spranging. I avoid being crushed into a pulp with every step. Never stop, every leap and bound counts.

Eventually, I arrive. There is only a core of liquid metal, pumping, beating into every pore and vessel of the planet. It’s quiet down here.

[Activate: Quantum Destroyer]

I blast directly through the core, and, utilizing its own heat, through that very core and through the entire planet itself. The alteration in pressure launches the molten steel out over the surface and into space. I hear one loud crunch; the planet is about to implode in on itself. I make my way out of the hole as fast as I can. Huge amounts of steel crashing down around behind me. As I reach the lip of the opening, I leap, and soar towards my summoned craft. I make it to a safe distance in the surrounding space.

I watch the planetoid collapse into a miniature mangled mass of metal. Silence.

I enter back into hypersleep, and continue my path.