I'd love to say that, when I flew into the center of the galaxy, I only needed one ship to punch through the mighty navy of the Grox and purge them from existence.
That would be wrong.
VERY WRONG.
Look, the Grox have an empire of WAY MORE than 100 worlds. There would be NO WAY I'd beat them on my own.
Fortunately, I wasn't alone.
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On my way to the galactic center, I stopped a couple of times to set up bases on uninhabited planets. None of them had any life forms on them higher than bacteria, which meant I wouldn't have to worry about screwing up the ecosystem with my industry (because I could care less about alien pond scum at the moment).
On each planet, after I got some extractors and generators set up, I made sure to put in some orbital factories and fabbers, and started building as many orbital fighters as I could. I toyed around with setting up some bots, but that was pointless, really: I'd probably be unable to land them before the Grox were dead.
One I'd set up enough bases for my liking, I continued to the galactic center, followed by my machines and loyal followers. The overall size of our fleet was somewhere in the 10,000+ range and growing by the minute.
We hopped across stars, and even travelled through a black hole.
Then, finally, we found our target.
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I stared at the ship before me. It was unlike anything I'd ever made before, and was something that had annoyed me since the first days I'd been in the Space Phase in Spore.
And now it was hailing me.
As I prepared to answer, I looked at all of the captains of the star ships that had been following me. My followers looked scared, and I couldn't blame them. I'd already told them what I planned to do, but even with my 'almighty' power, they were still terrified. This was the Grox, after all. Thiese guys could destroy other empires easily.
But not this one.
Finally, I answered the Grox's hail. I was treated to the rather unpleasant sight of a diminutive cyborg staring at me.
"You are in violation of our space. You have pressed too deep into our exclusion zone and have not heeded our hails. If you had, perhaps I would have let you live, but now, you leave me no choice. Have you any last words?" he said, powering up his weapons a he did so.
Luckily, mine were already armed.
"Yes. DIE!"
The minute I said that, an antimatter missile left my ship and flew straight toward him. He'd actually been surprised to see my response, so much so that he hadn't noticed the antimatter missile. The moment he did, he tried to order his men to take evasive action. Too late, though. As his ship started to turn, the antimatter missile hit it, engulfing both of them in a giant orb of light. When things became visible again, all that was left of the ship were a few pieces of wreckage.
To say my followers were surprised was an understatement. Pretty much all of them were reduced to blubbering messes by the sight of me turning a Grox ship into scrap. Which, considering I just hit it with a missile made of ANTIMATTER, wasn't all that surprising.
As my companions tried to regain their composure, I turned my attention to a nearby planet. According to my sensors, the Grox had sent a warning signal to that world, telling them to alert their main fleet and prepare for war. All things considered, by the time I reached the planet, they'd have already sent it out. Destroying the colony would not stop the signal.
But I REALLY wanted to pay them back for being so hard to beat in Spore.
So, I flew my ship over to their world. I briefly ran through all of the options I had for destroying the colony:
Planet Buster: Overkill, plus not satisfying enough.
Bombing: Too inefficient
Lasers: Too Inefficient.
Missiles: Too Inefficient.
Terraforming: ...Oh yes.
According to my biosphere detector, the planet was too hot to maintain life, OF ANY KIND. I mean, the planet was hotter than Venus, and my ship was starting to cook over in it.
So, I did the obvious thing and activated my air conditioning.
One that worked on a PLANET-WIDE SCALE.
Instantly, the effects wee visible: rain clouds began to form, while some of the molten lava oceans began to harden. Soon, rain began to fall, turning the lava seas into oceans.
Slowly, the world began to come to life.
And all the while, the Grox began to die.
Anyone who has played Spore and met the Grox will know that, should they be put in your cargo hold, they'll die, because the cargo hold is too toxic for them. That's why the live on uninhabitable planets: they will die otherwise.
Well, I got to see it first hand, and it was, well, weird.
When Grox are put in a 'habitable' environment, they don't run around screaming, explode, or melt. They just, well, disintegrate. The minute breathable air hits them, they turn to dust. And it's not just them, either: their buildings, their vehicles, EVERYTHING that they just became huge piles of dust. By the time my terraforming was done, the world was barely inhabitable and there was no trace of the Grox except for huge piles of dust, which were swiftly scattered by the wind.
I decided to try and make things permanent by putting some life forms on planet: a few plants and animals. I had enough to set up a few breeding populations, so I was pretty sure they'd do well. Hopefully. Then I put an Uber Turret up, to keep the Grox away.
I looked at my hard work. In the span of according to my ship clock, 30 minutes, I'd terraformed a world and totally wiped out two cities. Oddly, I actually felt proud about that. I guess I really hated the Grox. Yeah, that was it.
With the planet safe for the moment, I turned my thoughts to the center of the galaxy. Now that I'd destroyed one of their colonies, the Grox would seek retribution.
Well, bring it on, robo-freaks. I'm ready for you.
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Indeed, I WAS ready for THEM. What happened afterwards, though... Well, let's just say it was important. REALLY IMPORTANT.
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