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With that symbol scorched into my planet in mind, I scan the Networked DataBase for any leads, and I get a match. A destroyer of worlds. Celrdrrun. What a stupid name, it will be a pleasure to wipe it from existence. With what power? A voice chirps from the depths of my mind. No matter. The DataBase has no information on where to find him. I know where I can get information, I’ve learned of it from my travels. There exists a place where the seediest of beings congregate, the Network has so far ignored it, in favor of pure exploration.

I enter the disavowed area, to which I’ve never dared explore; nothing matters any longer. I land on the central planet, seeking information. I head into the utmost squalid district, knowing if anywhere, that is where he, or his whereabouts may be. My clothes are still roughed up from my last explorations, before my planet was expired, my hair overgrown. I wonder if this makes me appear beaten and spent, or as if I’ve earned my place on this planet. Stepping into the centroidal establishment, and making a point-blank line towards the seeming owner, I confront him.

“What do you know of a being known as Celrdrrun? Where can I find him?”
“I don’t know who or what you’re talking about,” says the stout, bald creature.
“He leaves this symbol,” I belt gutturally, scraping the symbol into the surface between us.
He remains unintimidated and nonplussed.
I slam my hand down.
“Tell me now!”

Everything goes white, then red. In the next moment, I realize I’m on my knees, looking at a stump surging blood where my hand used to be.
“You really should be more polite,” spews a grapnil; the security of this cesspool.
I stand to face him, but two more arrive.
“Looks like he still got some fight in ‘im, the little bugger.”
Something deep inside me tells me to take a swing with my remaining hand, but as I do, a slice from one of the others removes my innards, and they spill on the floor. Immediately, the scrumpers that infest places as this begin to make a banquet of them.
“String him up to the wall, let’s to make an example of this one.”
“This is where your sanity gives in, pathetic half creature.”

They use their abilities to affix me to the main wall, for all to see. Soon they tear out my throat to stop my threats. I bleed out for days, but do not die. My one arm is tied up, I hang from it, and my legs are hooked to the stone by the grapnil’s natural hook-like appendages, which regrow as fast as they can dispel them. My amputation is left free to bleed.
“He should be startin’ ta smell, Boss, I just dun get it.”
I can feel my body dieing, but it will not. I feel the last drop of blood exit my body, and my heart beat its last. In death I feel more alive than ever before.
“Hey, look, he’s starting to bleed again. A lot.”
“Aw, man, I can’t have that, look at that bubbling mess on my floor, it might damage something. Awright, get him down from there, finish the job proper, I’m sick of his damn face.”
As they approach, a bolt of energy hits me, courses through my spine. I see my arm again, a flash, an outline of light; but something’s different. It’s back, but as some kind of chitinous armor. It fires a blast at the first grapnil, removing its small head, and it falls. The other two look on in amazement. The flash of light appears over my whole body, outlining some new form. A surge of gravity brings all in the place to their knees. Everything is vibrating in my eyes, it feels like the end. Omega. I break free of the restraints in this new form. The gravity returns to normal. I walk towards the remaining grapnils, and eviscerate them with their own hooks. One track mind. Death.
“Tell me where is Celrdrrun, old man.”
“Hey, hey, oh yeah, now I remember. Celrdrrun. Just head to these coordinates…”

As I enter into the unknown plane to repair my craft, my eyes are stabbed by a flash of a neon light. I can feel the cold grip of death tearing at me as my soul screams in pain. I must fix this. I must get out of this and grasp my destiny. The unknowable sights that I viewed while inside my craft take on a new life when I am outside, a vision softly creeping. Transcending azure surrounds. My spine goes numb. I make it to the external warp engine drive system. It’s been damaged. By what? I begin to work on it, fixing it the best I can, but it’s odd; it wasn’t quite so much damaged as altered, changed. I can sense something out here, some other being, beyond death, watching. Did it cause this damage? Something from within me urges me to call out to the feeling.
“I know you’re out there. If you want me, come and get me.” Stupid, just my mind playing tricks on me. I have been in isolation for far too long. Even if it is nothing, whatever it is, it must have never seen another being since the very beginning, the unfolding of the multiverse, existence; in this nowhere dimension. The gravity out here surges with ardor. Once the repairs are complete, I head back inside, through the decontamination chamber. The sensors detect no foreign bodies or bacteria. I suppose there truly was nothing out there.

I begin the engines. I can finally leave this place, return to my world. I’m excited to see everyone again. I engage the warp engine, creating a portal back to life, back to reality, and head into the hypersleep chamber for the trip home.

When I am woken up, reaching my designated coordinates, I can feel my body positively surging with energy. I head directly for the central control area, thrilled to finally be able to see my planet after so long. How long has it been? When I make it to the window, I can see my planet. It doesn’t look at all how I remember it. Where are the beautiful oceans, the lush expanses of green? Where is the world I remember? A black cloud covers most of the planet. I take my ship in closer, and see only destruction, ruins. I scan for life: Nothing. I connect with The DataBase: It’s been years since I have gone. My planet expired, no information on how, when, or why, only that there is no trace of this once great civilization. My mind burns with the loss. I have no anchorage. What do I do, when there is no place to call home. I enter into orbit around the planet, to think, clear my head. That’s when I see it: A symbol carved into the planet: the one who is responsible. They’re proud of their work, destructor of worlds. I fill with rage. Immediately, I scan the symbol, and get a trace going as to its origins. This being will pay with its life. I don’t know how I will ever be able to get my revenge on one who can destroy planets, or even if they are still alive, but it doesn’t matter. I have nothing to live for now, save death.

The first I grasp by the throat and squeeze until his head pops off. The second comes at me with a kick that I intercept, taking hold of his leg. I thrust my hand into his chest, under his rib cage, and rip him in two. The third rushes at me with swords. I raise my arm to block, and the blades strike, sticking into the chitinous armor of my forearm. With a double spin kick, I cleanly remove only his pelvis, then his head. The fourth calmly walks towards me as the fifth and last stands in the back, towering with confidence. I walk forward, and take hold of the fourth’s arms. As I rip his arms out of the sockets, his screams of pain could still not overpower the sound of the flesh and ligaments tearing as the blood gushes out of the gaping wound and splashes heavily upon the floor. Holding his arms out in front of me, I drop them wetly at his feet into a pile. Then, with a forceful kick, I send his intestines exploding out of his back. He collapses to the floor in a puddle of blood. The last, as he stands in my way, I simply attempt to punch through, but cannot. As I stand there bewildered with my fist pressed firmly against his solar-plexus, he laughs. Twice my size at least, he’s huge, and picks me up by my head, and begins squeezing my helmet, crushing my skull. Struggling, I kick at him, but to no avail, he takes the hits and squeezes harder.

[Warning: Cranial Damage]
[Danger: Helmet Integrity Compromised]

I grab at his hands and arms, but nothing is working. My suit lashes out violently, sending out broken eye beams from the cracked lenses. Nothing. He brings me closer to his shark-like head to gloat, bearing his teeth.
“After I kill ya, I’m gunna eat ya.”
I can smell his rancid breath through my fissured helmet as he exhales heavily on me. Close to his face now, I take hold of his ugly, misshapen head with both hands and begin forcing energy into it. It begins to smoke and smolder – his flesh burns, yet he continues to exert more force into his death grip on my skull. I release the energy, and vaporize his head clean off his body, leaving a smoking, charred hole in its place. As his body collapses, I land on my feet, and kick his hulking body to the side.

With her final bodyguard destroyed, she rushes at me in a fit of passion. I stop her in her tracks by placing my left hand on her sternum. She lashes out, scratching at my fractured and damaged helmet. I grab onto her left arm with my right hand as she attacks me, clawing at me ferociously, and push her away with my left hand. As she stumbles backwards, I examine her arm that I now hold, separate from her body, the arm that used to embrace me, caress my face; I toss it to the side, and continue towards her. She’s frightened, cowering, sitting bleeding out upon her throne. The throne I was made to sit beside for far too long.
“I cannot be controlled,” is the last and only thing I say to her before I leave. She found what she desired, the strongest being in the expanse of the multiversity, and learned the ramifications of trying to control another firsthand. I will never believe in anything again.

All is not peaceful for long, however, as soon there is a meteor shower. I take to the sky, and destroy most of the meteors from my craft. Easy. Quickly, though, it intensifies: far too many meteors for my ship to last in the maelstrom of the deadly fast rocks. I send it down to the planet’s surface, so it would not become too damaged. I then take to cascading upon the upper atmosphere of the planet untethered; the omega suit anchoring in a stasis of gravity surge. The situation keeps worsening however: the intensity of the storm of stone only increases as time passes, rocks smashing at me, pieces of my chitinous armor being beaten and broken by asteroids. I fire blast after blast into the oncoming shower.

[Warning: Incoming Projectile]
[Warning: Incoming Projectile]
[Warning: Receiving Damage]
[Update: Diverting Power to Shield]
[OverRide::]
[Divert Power to Weapons]
[Activate: Gravity Bullets]
[Activate: Gravity Sphere]
[Activate: Quantum Destroyer]
[Warning: Weapon System Overload]
[Danger: Weapon Shut Down Imminent]

I can handle this. I’m winning. Then: it arrives; out of the darkness: The begetter of this tempest, an asteroid the size of the planet Müün itself. I am out in the cold blackness of space to face this in solitary. This is it.

[Activate: Quantum Destroyer]
[Warning: Weapon System Overload]
[Danger: Weapon Shut Down Imminent]

The quantum destroyer was of no use, it was like the buzzing of flies to it. I must save my Queen and the planet.

[Warning: OS OverRide::]
[New Weapon Realized::]
[Activate: Graviton Infinitus]

The graviton infinitus, my ultimate weapon, completely unknown, even to myself, even to the omega surge suit, until this single moment of importunity. My torso rips open in bleeding pain, and from within unleashes a massive beam of destructive force, tearing the rushing planetoid asunder.

True disaster averted, my suit shuts down, and I fall back to the planet. When I come to, I discover that the Kingdom has taken very little damage, but the Queen has been struck, and rendered unconscious. I rush to her side in the hospice, but when I look upon her face I can feel no love for her. Have I ever? However, when she awakens the following day, the feelings begin to return. My omega suit loves her, I love her. But now I cannot extradite my suspicion.

[OverRide::]
[OS Emotion Grid]
[Scan: Interference]

It’s her. I realize now. She has immense psychic power, she’s been controlling me, manipulating my suit and all the others from across the cosmos; even those that I destroyed. Perhaps it was my symbiotic relationship with my suit that made me especially susceptible to her hypnotic powers, or perhaps that was the only thing that saved me. It’s been since the very beginning – all for a companion and a planetary protector. The only thing that eclipses her psyonic powers is her ego.

[Warning: Communication Error]

She knows. Immediately, battalions of royal guards arrive in my quarters. She’ll pay for this. I liquidate every last one that dares stand in my way. They all do. I head directly to the Throne Room, smashing though people and stone walls alike. As I make my way down the main hallway, the pillars turn to powder by my fists. I send a gravity sphere at the main door to the Throne Room, blowing it apart. Walking into the large chamber, the squad of royal guards, the strongest on the planet, attack me. They are possibly new beings recently taken control of, possibly leftovers of those she called, reached out to through dreams and mind control. I waste no time to find out.

Adrift in hypersleep I begin to dream of a beautiful woman. She promises me all that I could ever desire. She is what I desire: The Queen of the Müün. She needs a King, but her planet is lacking in those worthy, and under attack by those who seek its riches. Gentle whispers of a delicate love that requires a strength, the strongest in the multiversity, one strong enough to match the intensity of her everlasting passionate caring love and adoration.

When I awaken, my omega surge suit has taken control autonomously, and I’m already in the central control area of my craft, piloting a course towards the planet from my dreams. Were my dreams a sign? I see the battle rage on the ground, surrounding a massive metropolis with an epic castle at its epicenter. I land on the terra firma on the outskirts of the skirmish; it’s every being for itself. This is going to be fun.

As I exit my craft, I begin with repeated scattershots of surge bullets fired from the tips of my fingers, then a cross-attack of the field from my eye beams. For those that remain, I launch gravity spheres into the fray, sending body parts and chunks of flesh soaring into the air. Now only the most powerful remain alive. Their attention is well turned to me, and they attack me as one.

[Activate: Gravity Blade]

I send the Lunar Razor out at the conglomerate, firing the blade outwards, shooting a crescent shape spinning towards them. It cuts them down by half and half. The remaining monsters, aliens and freakish warriors still continue at me, and I charge at them. She will be mine.

Covered in the blood of the others, I walk through the front gates of the city like a tank, shattering it under my unfaltering will, my desire for the Queen of the Müün letting nothing, not even these alloy gates, stand in my way. She’s there, waiting for me, her champion. She’s glowing, beautiful, and elegant. A gentle breeze blows and tugs at her dress. She is a vision of majesty.
“You are the one to be my King.” She motions for her handmaidens to tend to my wounds, but I wave them off, having taken no damage. I send a charge through my suit, ionizing the blood of the fallen, removing it from my carapace. I then retreat the hard shell exterior, revealing my common attire.
“Ah, much more handsome than I thought! Come! A ceremony! We are to be united at once, my King!”

This planet called Müün: she, my Queen, and I, her King. She surprises me at every moment; unendingly interesting. She exhibits this inexplicable driving force in all her endeavors. The Kingdom and planet are paradise unparalleled, moonlit lakeside carriage rides showcase the encompassing beauty on display. I am almost never in the omega surge armor, there is no need. I still communicate with it, we are inseparable; I can always feel it pulling at me. It tells me it loves her as well, and is happy for us all. I am one with the omega suit.