He was suffocating. Suffocating in a cold dark airtight chamber. He could feel it on his sides and face, and he panicked. Whatever they had been trying to do to him, had failed. He was going to die knowing his people had been murdered and his body would probably never be found.

But then something amazing happened. In the small airless space, he could still feel. His confinement shook with the force of a million earthquakes, becoming as hot as a super nova. If the suffocation didn't kill him, he would surely melt. He began losing consciousness, light headed and surely burning alive. He prayed to Spode that somehow his people had survived, that the Sacarfa hadn't used to dreaded Planet Buster, nicknamed the Big Badda Boom Bomb, the most feared weapon in the galaxy. It had the power to first poison it's victims with extremely painful gases, then it would instantly fry the planet seconds thereafter. Only one creature had ever lived to tell of it, or so he had heard. And that creature had been in his ship, flying away from the planet the exact moment the bomb exploded. But not far enough to escape the suicidal-inducing pain and temperatures it brought. The creature was now a abomination; his legs had been glued together and onto the ship controls by the scorching temperatures, and he needed constant caring.

Or so he'd heard. It wasn't like the creature was a Dekon. And it was just a tale. Besides the Sacarfa, they had only met one other empire, the one who told them of the Planet Buster, who hadn't been helpful. They cowered in fear when the Sacarfa intercepted the transmission. Perhaps if the Dekon and that other Empire had joined forces they could have eliminated the Sacarfa. Perhaps.

He began gasping at nothing for a sign of something, which was again fruitless. At this point, it was instinct. He couldn't help it, his body needed air and now.

And at that moment, the Spode smiled upon his fate, and he once again breathed, rejoicing, relieved, until he realized that Reega's machine hadn't failed. It was all part of it. He was no longer himself, he was something different, something primitive, something looked down upon. He was now a speck in the universe. No, smaller than a speck. He was nothing, and he felt it. His knowledge was too big for his body, and he knew, he was not supposed to have it at his disposal. Primitive creatures were meant to have primitive brains. He did not.

He was no longer himself. He was a small, light indigo colored worm with one eye above his tiny pincer mouth. His vision was blurry, and all around him, things seemed to be looking down upon him aggressively, searching for their next meal. They seemed to be slightly bigger worms and other nasty shapes, and he was on most likely their dinner plate. Somehow, some way, he was a worm. No, less than that even. He was less than a worm now. What, in doing this to him, had Reega and the scientists been thinking? How would this help them defeat the Sacarfa? How was this even possible? So many questions. But he doubted any of the life forms around him were willing to give him the answer.

This whole thing was taking place underwater, his least favorite place in the galaxy. He didn't know how to swim, but it came as instinct to him as his new form. So he began swimming upwards slowly, until he realized just how small on a scale he was. He had figured that they were in the ocean, but he hadn't realized the surface he had observed was actually a ceiling of sorts with small gaps in it. They were just large enough for him to fit through, and he continued out of it, swimming once again toward the surface.

Reaching the surface, he prepared to breach, only to thud against something hard. The surface of the ocean was hard. Confused, he began swimming along the top, his back touching it, figuring this might actually be another kind of cave. At a spot where where his back did not hit hard material he turned back, swimming up into the gap, as it has many different ways to swim upwards. He eventually found an opening out of the hard material through there that took him once again to open waters. Relieved, knowing for sure now that this was the surface, he took a gulp of water and then was suddenly thrown back through the water, as a gargantuan- the biggest thing he had ever seen- fish swam past him. It was bigger than a moon, no, five moons, at his scale.

Realizing then just how small he was, he began swimming back downwards as fast as he could, knowing swimming upwards would just result in more encounters with those giant creatures that were so unbelievably huge. He hadn't been able to see both sides of it fully, it had covered his view with it's belly, and he wasn't stopping to go look at it. Maybe he was too small for it to detect him, but it could accidentally swallow him or even breath him in. It was traumatizing, at this point. He was lost, scared, confused, and still wasn't completely used to this body.

His stomach told him he was hungry, and he knew food was very important. So he investigated a few floating specs, biting them to test their edibility, before coming to a very green one. It reminded him of a salad, which he would have killed for right now. He immediately bit it, and it upset his stomach slightly. But it was staying down and the taste wasn't completely terrible, so he began consuming more. And that's when he was spotted.

The "thing" approached him, it's large pincer like mouth ready to rip him- and his meal- to shreds. Fight or flight? His instincts screamed flight, but he was so... hungry. He would have killed... killed... for some food. And he planned to, not out of malice or hate, but out of instinct and survival.

He dropped his food, backing away from the creature, planning to return again with a fatal blow to it's fin, which would make it unable to swim and sink and die. Swimming away, the creature began munching on his food, when he swooped in again, biting onto it's little fin and pulling. Pulling, knowing if he pulled a little more at the shrieking creature it would sink and die.

But at the last second he backed off. I will not kill. His sanity and "humanity" had kicked in, realizing what he was about to do, even if the creature was not sentient. He would not kill. Not unless he absolutely had to. And he did not have to. The other creature shrieked, forgetting the meal, weakly swimming away. He had still damaged the fin, even if he had not killed the creature. So he grabbed the remains of his meal, and ate it, before going to rest in a secluded area beneath some suspended rocks. That is, until he realized that the pile of rocks was a creature. When he realized that, he was out of there. He later found a pack of his own species, but they weren't sentient so he left them alone. No point in staying.

This was the ocean, filled with dangers. No creature was safe. He wondered, since he was somehow this worm, how was the rest of his species? This could have been his home planet, the water had the same tint, but he couldn't be sure. A million planets had pinkish water. The rest of his empire were probably fighting a futile resistance against the Sacarfa. If this was their planet, he may be able to get help or...something. He longed to be back in his body again.

The water whistled and soon another miracle appeared, a giant black column. It hit the ground with a thud, startling him and he panicked before realizing it was only an object. It was not a bomb, he knew that much. He could not see across it, but he could tell, from his spot near the bottom, it had a circular hole near the middle. The shock of what it was came crashing down on him as he knew what this thing was. It had only been told of in stories.

A monolith?!