An unreal world had taken shape around me. Icy, radiant blue, and alive. Shameless in its attempts to appear as alien as possible. So obvious it was that it did not belong here. The Seed had come to this world for one reason. To spread. To propagate. To twist the life-filled world it fell upon into the sick abomination that was its homeworld.
It was a parasite. A pestilence, filled with mindless purpose. In all my travels to distant worlds, never before had I felt so comically out of place. Phazon truly redefined the world alien.
The verdant light of my ship was trumped by the azure luminescence. Long, undulating tendrils of light flew from colossal floating creatures. Jagged crystals struck forth from every wall and surface, glittering like blue diamonds. Huge, cavernous veins shot from the center of the creature, with transparent gateways to other parts of the body. Every bit of this world pulsed, in unison, every beat reminding me that I was inside something very alive.
Some small part of me thought it was beautiful. That it was home. It was a sickening part of my infected mind that I knew was not mine.
Insects crawled upon the floor, oblivious to the heinous, biological machine they had become a part of. The walls and ceiling were filled with cyan spheres of light. It was as if the entire environment had eyes locked on to me. Everything here glowed. Even me. That realization only served to remind me that I was not out of place at all.
It no longer hurt me. No longer burned when I touched it. I could walk here, in this world where no one else could. Because the collective mind of Phazon saw me as one of its own.
And it was true. It had, a month or so ago, become a part of me. I wasn't in denial of that fact. Over the course of my work while I carried it inside me, I could feel my body changing. Becoming more corrupted. At first, it was incredibly painful, and suffice it to say it made me retch. And it still hurts, perpetually. But since then I have learned to stomach it.
Phazon was alive, and very much sentient. I could hear it. Desperate, angry voices, which only intensified in volume when I neared a source like this. It might drive away the sanity in some. As it had, regrettably, with the others. I refuse to become another victim. No, phazon will serve me instead, and help me to end this.
I focused. Ignored the prying voices and the sickening, tearing feeling in the pit of my stomach. My HUD helped somewhat to stabilize the warped sense of balance that came with it, and for that, I was grateful. I delved my way deeper into the living being. Every part of it cried out to me, an almost friendly sound. Laughable. It didn't realize what I was here to do.
I was on a mission. I had no interest in the payment. This was about revenge, and about purging the galaxy of a vicious plague. It was about getting it out of me and back into oblivion where it belonged.
I reached the core. It would defend itself, and I was prepared for whatever pathetic, augmented creature it threw at me.
Resolute, I leaped down to face it.
