Makai stared out of the bridge, gazing at the heatless sun. It had been
four thousand years since the sun had given off any heat. It had all
changed when the Celestials, the Angels of the Silver Heaven, had bought
their war to the material planes and began judging mortals. The Demons, the
Flames That Scourge the Earth, soon retaliated in kind. Many mortals were
slain, and both sides lost many lives. The battle raged on, unending,
until the Chosen Ones of Evil, Chaos, and Balance arose to defend their
world. They led their battles into fierce skirmishes, and eventually Evil
won, bringing the coming of a great and terrible prophecy. The Three Chosen
Ones of Evil were ascended to godhood, given the power to remake the
universe. They quickly eliminated all the last vestiges of Angels, and
remade the universe to their own dark desires. Now there is no good
anywhere in the multiverse, nothing left that was sacred or holy.
"Sir!"
The sensorman's call shocked Makai out of his daydream.
"What do you want, fool!?", he snapped angrily.
"We are approaching a large space station, sir. It appears to be abandoned. There are no life signs, but the thermal scanners are reacting rather strongly. Orders ?" The man trembled in his uniform, knowing the reputation of thecreature who stood before him. It was said that he could cruch Victory class destroyers into a pea-sized ball with the mere force of his mind. The man knew this to be true, for he'd seen an entire fleet crushed into a pebble, then used as a super dense bullet by the commander. It was even rumored that he could make planets by drawing mass out of the surrounding space and matter. They said that the force of his power sucked the essence of space into a ball no bigger than a marble, then he could will it to expand to an orb of mass the size of a large meteroid. They even say that he has used that dreaded power to make meteor size bullets for his gun....
"Prepare to dock, and have an attack squad ready to storm the station. Anything we encounter, capture if possible and feasible, and kill anything else." Makai stood up and walked, no, the sensorman noticed, floated half an inch off the floor, to the weapons bay.
Makai spoke into his comlink, saying " Prepare my power armor. Set it to level 9, with ion gun enhancments, tangible shield enhancements, tractor beam enhancments, and phase enhancements. If it's not ready by the time I'm there, I will drain your blood and toss you out the airlock."
The armor was prepared when he arrived.
"Sir!"
The sensorman's call shocked Makai out of his daydream.
"What do you want, fool!?", he snapped angrily.
"We are approaching a large space station, sir. It appears to be abandoned. There are no life signs, but the thermal scanners are reacting rather strongly. Orders ?" The man trembled in his uniform, knowing the reputation of thecreature who stood before him. It was said that he could cruch Victory class destroyers into a pea-sized ball with the mere force of his mind. The man knew this to be true, for he'd seen an entire fleet crushed into a pebble, then used as a super dense bullet by the commander. It was even rumored that he could make planets by drawing mass out of the surrounding space and matter. They said that the force of his power sucked the essence of space into a ball no bigger than a marble, then he could will it to expand to an orb of mass the size of a large meteroid. They even say that he has used that dreaded power to make meteor size bullets for his gun....
"Prepare to dock, and have an attack squad ready to storm the station. Anything we encounter, capture if possible and feasible, and kill anything else." Makai stood up and walked, no, the sensorman noticed, floated half an inch off the floor, to the weapons bay.
Makai spoke into his comlink, saying " Prepare my power armor. Set it to level 9, with ion gun enhancments, tangible shield enhancements, tractor beam enhancments, and phase enhancements. If it's not ready by the time I'm there, I will drain your blood and toss you out the airlock."
The armor was prepared when he arrived.