A/N: Yeah, so here's the prologue.

And in case your wondering, the ponies will be here soon enough.

Prologue - Sergei… Dies?

Sergei Petroski was waiting for the doc. He couldn't help but think about what had happened recently. He had been the chief security officer of the G-54 mining station. Note the word had approximately six months ago, an experimental ship named after the greek messenger of the gods, the Hermes, had arrived in orbit around planet G-54. Unluckily.

The Hermes was the first of it's kind. It had a new and still-in-testing drive called the SW-JUMP drive. The SW-JUMP drive allowed the ship to rip a hole space, then travel through the alternate dimension created by such a tearing of the spatial fabrics, in turn allowing them to travel to star systems in weeks, when it normally would have taken months or even years.

Sergei had attempted to contact them, but his efforts had been in vain, as the Hermes never responded back. As a result, A disgruntled and aggravated Sergei went to investigate the Hermes's silence. But nothing could have prepared him for what he had found.

While the ship had only disappeared for a week in our dimension, it had disappeared for an infinite amount of time in the other one, as temporal fabrics had not existed there. As they traveled, the crew members slowly became possessed and infected and in turn, mutated by some angelic god of yellow light and it's race of demonic moth-like creatures.

Oh, how he could remember it all so well. How the moth like creatures he had called Corpse Flies had become parasites within the crew members bodies, and controlled their bodies like horrific puppets, and when the parasites had matured, they had changed their hosts into horrible masses of flesh, bone and chitin. Things that should never exist, not in their own right, not in any right.

Sergei had been forced to fight his way through the Hermes. Looking for any way to destroy the ship and escape. He had to warn humanity. He hadn't had a choice. If they tried the SW-Jump project again, they might, no, they would open another Breach, and this time Sergei wouldn't be there to stop them. This time, no one would.

And everyone would all die. All because he had failed. He couldn't, wouldn't, let that happen. It meant he would surely lose the last of his family, his brother, his sister in law, and his two nieces.

Suddenly, Dr. Phillips walked in. "So, are you ready to tell me what really happened aboard the Hermes?"

No one had believed Sergei though, in fact, they still didn't believe him. Not even his closest friends and family had been willing to believe his so called lunacy. They had all blamed him for the deaths of the crew members aboard the Hermes. they all thought he had destroyed the ship and killed everyone aboard. Despite that, he hadn't taken a single life that hadn't already been taken. He had destroyed the Hermes by overloading the engine, obliterating every inch of matter within the Hermes. As a result he had no proof of what had happened. At least, that is what Sergei truly believed. But Sergei was wrong, so terribly wrong.

"Oh god… you gotta be kidding me. You didn't believe a word of it, did you doc?" Sergei asked, horrified that he might not be able to stop the SW-JUMP project. "It's like I told you! People aboard the Hermes were possessed by creatures from another world!"

Over the course of the last six months, Poor Sergei had undergone a terrible transformation. He had become thin and as gaunt as a corpse, his plain white muscle shirt, which he had worn under his security suit, had ocne fit him perfectly, now hung limply off of his frame, along with his skin. His deep brown and once sharp eyes had lost most of their luster, and his skin was had dulled to a pale gray. He had dark bags underneath the sunken and haunted orbs, which were hollow portals filled with pain and fear and which begged for anyone to believe his story, to stop the horror from happening again. The most noticeable change was the loss of his most noticeable feature. His raven black hair that he had once kept military short had fallen out, leaving behind a few scraggly bits of tuff sprouting from his pale cranium here and there.

All in all, Sergei looked like a mad man. A creep, and such a demeanor was complete with his terrible story of the Hermes, which he spouted to any who would listen.

"Listen to me! The SW-Jump project cannot go on, or we're all going to die!" Sergei tried his best to get through to the doctor, but he wouldn't listen. If only Sergei could show him… "How hard is it to understand goddammit! That things gotta be stopped!"

Dr. Phillips just shook his head. "Calm down Sergei, that's not the truth and you know it. It's all in your mind. You've been through a lot and…" But Sergei cut him off before he could finish.

"That's bullshit doc, and you will eventually believ…Hrrrghhhrr!" Sergei gagged suddenly, lurching forward, a few lines of blood trailed from the corners of his mouth. His eyes grew wide. Something was rising up in his throat. Was he going to heave out blood? No this was something else.

Sergei finally had proof of what had happened aboard the Hermes.

"Oh my god… it can't be!?" Dr. Phillips gasped in disbelief.

With one final shove the object in Sergei's throat surged forward, the immeasurable force of the parasite forcing it's way out of his body blew his eyes right out of his head, they were nothing but bits of matter and gore now, and ripped his throat apart in one fell blow. The hinges holding his bottom jaw in place snapped like twigs and the skin connecting his bottom and upper jaws tore, only to reveal more of the worm-like parasite reddish-pink flesh and purple veins within his mouth.

Yellowish matter and blood sprayed everywhere as the parasite brutally clawed it's way forward, trying to defend its cocoon, it's black eye darting back and forth rapidly, trying to find the aggressor that had threatened it's source of food. Dr. Phillips ran, screaming in terror like a little girl, alarms started going off, his room was quarantined. Sergei could hear none of it, because he had already died. Despite being dead, Sergei felt a tug on his body, his very being... His soul, maybe? And then Sergei, the parasite and everything else that could be used to prove his existence was gone in a sudden flash of light.

"Sergei… Sergei… come closer…" A voice called out in the darkness of the void. The voice was feminine and angelic. There was something musical about it. Sergei didn't have to be told twice, and immediately began to make his way to the hypnotic voice. Within a few seconds, Sergei had reached the source of the voice. And his flashlight illuminated the figure before him.

A dark, gray figure sat, huddled close to the ground. It's body was the color of ash and smoke. Wispy tendrils of darkness hung from it's body. Each one following its own path, twisting and writhing before dispersing into the void's own shadows. But the feature that drew Sergei's attention was the deep, luminescent and purple eyes.

"Sergei… you did it. I always knew you would stop them in the end. You've been through so much. And as much as I hate to say it, you have made the ultimate sacrifice to stop them." The figure paused for a moment before talking again.

"But this is not over. it is far from over… somewhere Sergei… Somewhere they have opened another Breach. I don't know if any one else can stop it Sergei. You're the only creature that knows how to fight The Yellow. But I'll give you a choice Sergei. You can stay here in the void, and rest in the afterlife like everything else, or you can stop this thing once and for all."

Suddenly, something dawned on Sergei. "Hey! Aren't you the 'Commander' that I talked to in those hallucinations!" At multiple points while he had been on board the Hermes Sergei had hallucinated about a transforming commander, who had begged Sergei to destroy the ship and stop whatever had been happening.

"I am Sergei. I only took that form so that you would be more willing help me stop The Other. If I had revealed my true nature, you would have been less inclined to help me."

"Why don't you answer some of my questions, and maybe I'll help you with your little Breach problem 'Commander'. First off, who and what are you really, second, who is this 'Other.' you mentioned?"

The Commander seemed to sigh before beginning. "Very well. You deserve at least that much… In the beginning of time and space, a race of immortal peoples were born from the very fabrics of your universe. These people were known as Elder Gods. Oberon, the one you fought, and I, Viikrae, are two such creatures."

Sergei had a question and said as such. "So, that glowing butterfly or moth like creature that I had seen on the mountain top, that was Oberon? Is Oberon 'the other'? You know, this really only raises more questions." Sergei sounded quite irritated.

"If you weren't so impatient Sergei, I might have been able to finish my explanation." The now dubbed Viikrae huffed, slightly irritated with the interrupting mortal.

"Once, we two had traversed the universe,subtling nurturing races with promise and seeding sentience all the while, each race worshipping us, eventually we would leave to find a new race once the former was far enough along to continue advancing on it's own. Your race was one such race. Oberon was especially fond of mankind, and after hundreds, if not thousands of years traveling the void of the universe, Oberon took a break to travel back to the cluster of stars that your people call the milky way. But when he arrived, he found that your people had forgotten about him and had found new gods to pay homage to. This saddened him greatly. Oberon began to revisit other races only to find that more of our Child Races had abandoned us. With each race that he revisited, Oberon grief grew, until insanity began to take hold."

Viikrae paused again, this time, a look of Anguish spreading across her ashen face.

"In his now twisted mind, Oberon created a race of abominations. He called these horrendous machinations "Messengers". He begged me to help me spread his "Messengers" across the universe, to bring our proverbial children back to us. but I refused. For in his twisted mind, he could not see what these messengers really were. Horrendous monsters. They are the creatures that you call Corpse Flies. In my absence he released his creation upon every living creature he came across. Hundreds of peoples died. Many races were turned into nothing but depraved and animalistic abominations. with each race that he destroyed his madness grew, until Oberon truly believed he was 'the one true god', and that every living creature deserved nothing more than to treat him a such. When I had discovered what Oberon had done, I went into a fit of rage and banished him and all of his creations into an alternate dimension, where Oberon became known to the Elder gods as The Other" Viikrae finally finished.

"And we almost brought them back. Almost. But I stopped them." Aboard the darkened Hermes, Sergei had seen what would become of Humanity should the beings spewing forth from The Breach be allowed to roam free. This time, it would be about more than the crew of one ship. It would be Earth. It would be his brother, and his brother's family. They hadn't stood by Sergei when he had needed him most, but Sergei still loved what little family he had left, and he would go to the ends of the universe to protect them.

And with that thought Sergei gave a heavy, tired sigh, and then said reluctantly. "Alright. I'll do it. It seems better then sitting in this shit hole for the rest of my life." As he said the last part, he motioned to the Eternal Darkness around him.

"Would you mind telling me wha-" but before Sergei could finish, he was gone in a puff of ashen mist. Only the smell of rot and ruin remained.