In the centre of the Triangulum Galaxy, a being was floating idly in space with a dense, powerful energy surrounding him. That energy being the one which he released once his being was entirely constructed.
Right now, however, the being who was interrupted by the static voice in his mind gave up on speaking, for a deep apprehension suddenly clouded his mind.
He felt it, deep within him.
All of this energy around him,
He had to absorb it!
And so, he did just that, slowly taking in all of the energy he himself released.
This process is called foundation reintegration, a process unique to fabrics of origin.
Essentially, when one is recreated, a humongous amount of energy is used to create them. When the beings are fully created, the energy attempts to forcefully insert itself into the soul of the newly spawned being – yet, it fails because forceful growth is against the primordial laws of this reality. Instead, the energy is forcefully expelled from the host, and it will linger around the host patiently waiting to be absorbed.
The being wistfully absorbed the energy into his internal system.
The energy was sucked into him like a black hole.
The process was rather simple; essentially, the being brought both of his hands up straight in front of him. Fingers connected, palms facing forward. He forced his will out with a thought, and summoned a singularity in front of him.
It was small in shape, the size of a pea, yet it absorbed all of the energy around him without even daring to touch anything else.
The process was slow, abhorrently slow, yet it was all for a purpose.
The being began to feel occasional changes within him as he continued absorbing the energy into the singularity.
The singularity was acting as a transportation node between the energy and the vectors within him.
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BANG
A deep tremor echoed in space as the singularity paused its gluttonous absorption.
Slowly, the being turned around with great annoyance, only to be greeted by a bright purple light accelerating towards him with incredible velocity.
Instinctively, the being dodged with near-light speed, yet this quick movement didn't even cause him any trouble. It was like thinking. Easy. Quick.
Behind him, a large bang occurred, followed by a supersonic pulse in the surrounding space.
The beings long raven hair blew in accordance to the wind. He spared the space behind him a small turn of his head and a side-eye before grunting irritatedly,
*ugh*
Turning his head to the source of the purple light, he spotted nothing…
'Weird'
But then, all around him, in a circle just outside of the perimeter of the energy massive constructs appeared, as well as a tremendous amount of humans, cyborgs and elves.
Massive flying spacial constructs were stationed behind the different races, appearing awfully sci-fi in appearance, with sleek metallic plating on all sides and a myriad jet boosters wherever you looked.
On the sides of every spaceship and every piece of armour or clothing worn by the 'sci-fi soldiers' was a sigil with a blue cross surrounded by a thick blue and red circle, and on the very top of the circle, an outline of a sun marked in blue could be seen.
The sigils were all glowing, yet, the blue sun seemed to glow brighter than the rest of the illustration.
"What is your name?"
A voice rang out from within one of the spaceships. It echoed across the space as though it was a canyon, promptly reaching the fabric of origin's ears.
'Name, huh?'
'I don't have one…'
'Should I just make one up now?'
"My name? You may call me Keyviria Askeladd."
The fabric of origin, Keyviria responded with a flat tone. His face was still, not a single emotion could be read off it, like a blank slate.
Inwardly, however, Keyviria was confused. A jolt of curiosity started clawing from within him as he started thinking his first thoughts of wonder in this unanticipated life of his.
"I've spoken my name, its only fair you return the favour, is it not?", Keyviria declared towards the direction which he assumed the other voice was coming from, a small smile embedded into his sightly face.
"My name?", the other voice muttered with a tinge of distaste,
Then he let out a harrowing, foreshadowing laugh before stating, as if it was law,
"You don't need to know that. Just think of us as a lucky charm…
Well, depending on how you view luck."
He chuckled to himself, and a large portion of the beings surrounding Keyviria seemed to be amused as well, evident by their muffled giggling and excited whispers.
*sigh*
"I've just been born from who knows where for who knows what reason, and I don't even receive a polite greeting? Can this life of mine get any worse…?"
He prompted, his smile slowly evolving into something bigger – yet never expanding fully.
"You have two options, either submit to the Versigion sovereignty now, painlessly, or we will forcefully acquire you as a subjugated slave."
"You have ten seconds to decide your fate, counting now…"
Keyviria stared at the ship in silence, his smile kept stretching, his cerulean eyes shining a much brighter shade as if acknowledging its masters desires. The black odachi that floated near him suddenly started floating closer to him, getting ready for what was about to come.
He stretched his arms in a human way, an action he did not need to do, but he did, why?
Who knows?
His hand reached for his middle horn as he uttered something in an inconceivable language,
"er i3 sc jutfs wei7)bkjs sfjm weu"
> translation >
"If it is that which you want, then you must show me the way to this Versigion sovereignty…"
The black odachi reached Keyviria's hand as he fiddled with the hilt until he found the most comfortable position to hold it.
This was followed by him promptly removing the odachi from its golden sheath as he held it upwards in front of him, directly in front of his left eye, as he stared ahead towards the army which edged closer to him every second.
Three seconds remained as Keyviria also began floating towards the steadfast Versigion army.
Then he stopped, looked all around him before stating in a quiet voice which reached the ears of every army member,
"I suppose the ten seconds are up now, right?"
A full grin now plastered on his face.
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Hasty babble