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[Vega star system, Sector 2828; Star 732]

— Deep Space;

The Warship has an angular and aggressive design, with a massive and robust structure that vaguely resembles an elongated cylinder. Its form is dominated by straight lines and sharp edges, giving it an imposing and intimidating presence in interstellar space. The ship is predominantly dark gray, with green and brown details.

The surface of the ship is textured and reinforced, with rough metal plates and pronounced protrusions in various parts of the structure. Weapon towers are strategically distributed around the ship, each equipped with plasma cannons and missile launchers.

"Shen'kak! Ru'gan híne gev'vek!?" The captain spoke again in her language.

"Who are they?" I asked, trying to understand the situation.

"Gordanians, isn't it obvious?! Those Citadelian dogs have been following us for several days!!" She shouted at me while her crew tried to maneuver the ship.

It won't work, they need some time to fix the damage, but from what she said and the way the enemy ship's cannons are positioned, I don't think they'll have that time.

"Open the hatch, I'll deal with this." I said, retracing my steps.

"What?! Wait, are you crazy?! That's a Citadel Leviathan-class ship! It has enough firepower to vaporize asteroids!" She shouted after me.

I smiled.

"Good thing I don't have any asteroids with me then." I said to her as I continued walking.

I reached the hatch and waited for them to open it. It didn't take long before I was once again facing space.

"Let's end this quickly," I thought as I floated outside.

I quickly gained momentum and became nothing but a red blur in space. I didn't have to worry about any of the effects of my speed in space, I just had to go as fast as I could.

I came face to face with the Gordanian ship; it was huge, following a similar size model to what the Kree used. Its cannons immediately locked onto me, and I could see the lights of the shots coming out in slow motion.

"Let's see if I still have a knack for this," I thought as I increased my speed.

Preparing myself, I hit the ship head-on, creating a hole, and immediately the vacuum sucked things into space, including the crew members.

The Gordanians are an alien race in the DC Comics universe. Originating from the planet Gordan, they are known for their reptilian appearance, with scales and features similar to lizards, as well as being the main slave traders of the Sector, wielding significant influence beyond it.

They were wearing black armor with red details, with a pair of wings attached to their bodies. It was strange to realize that I was now in a completely different universe... again.

I had passed through the ship's hull and was now in the command bridge, looking at all those Gordanians pointing their sci-fi spears at me.

"Gr'ax-tah!!" one of them shouted.

*Pew Pew !!*

And then their spears fired a barrage of energy blasts that hit me head-on.

"Curious, it reminds me of the feeling of Kree weapon fire, it's almost nostalgic," I thought as I just let them expend their energy.

"That's enough," I said, clapping my hands to create a shockwave.

* CLAP ,WHOOOM!!*

The shockwave swept them all away, stopping the firing for now.

In the past, I would have tried to keep them alive and hand them over to the proper authorities, but this is the Vega System, a place known as the cradle of galactic crime. These guys won't suffer for their actions.

"No, I'm not bound by anything in this universe. No one will suffer for my next actions," I thought as my eyes glowed red.

*Zzzsss!!*

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— Some minutes later:

My heat vision was strong; I always used it more to deter or face individuals with great physical resistance. I rarely had to use it on someone who couldn't withstand it.

Looking at the Gordanian ship, I realized I had seriously underestimated its capabilities.

The ship, once imposing and threatening, was now a specter of what it had been. The hull was deformed and melted in several places, with large tears exposing and damaging the internal systems. The metallic structure, once robust, now looked like twisted scrap. The intense heat had melted entire parts of the ship, turning metal joints into glowing puddles.

The interior of the ship was no better off. Charred control panels and burned wires hung from the walls, now nothing more than useless debris. There were holes large enough for me to see through the different sections, giving the impression that the ship had been hit by a giant meteor.

Around the ship floated the bodies of the Gordanians, a result of breaches in the hull that had sucked them into the vacuum. Their rigid and motionless bodies were a silent testament to the fury that had struck them. The space around the ship was filled with these floating bodies, their faces frozen in expressions of panic and despair. The torn spacesuits and dismembered limbs.

I spent a few moments contemplating the result of my rage. It was therapeutic, I admit, but afterward, only emptiness remained. However, it wasn't completely useless; the integration system of my suit was still functional.

Upon returning to the Tamaranian ship, everyone looked at me with a certain degree of fear, but mostly respect. I guess brutalizing one of their greatest enemies helps with that. Afterward, the Captain, whose name was Kyra'lynn, ordered repairs on the ship.

While they worked, I refrained from further conversation and focused on something else.

I was able to access the Gordanians' database. It wasn't very deep; I couldn't breach their most internal network, but I was able to access the Hypernet. It was like a space version of the internet, created by the Guardians of the Universe, spanning the entire universe and accessible to all races that entered the galactic community.

With access to the Hypernet, I delved into the vast language database. I focused particularly on the languages of the Vega System, a collection of dialects and tongues used by some of the most important and influential races in the region.

First, I concentrated on the language of the Psions. These advanced geneticists, known for their cruel experiments, speak a complex and technical language. Their language reflects their logical and cold minds, leaving little room for emotions.

Next, I studied the language of the Warlords of Okaara. The Warlords are born warriors, and their language is direct and concise, ideal for quick and efficient commands in battle. Their culture revolves around strength and honor in combat.

Then, I focused on the Citadelians, a belligerent and conquering people. Their language is harsh and authoritarian, with a grammatical structure that emphasizes hierarchies and orders. The Citadelians are known for their insatiable desire for domination, with all members of this race being clones of a mutant hybrid who leads everything with an iron fist.

Finally, I explored the language of the Branx. These brutal mercenaries have a guttural and aggressive language, with many expressions for violence and little sophistication in terms of art or science.

I explored a few more languages and information from other races, but what caught my attention were some news reports about a specific group in this System.

The Omega Men.

This group of heroes, formed by members of allied races from the Vega Sector, was a force to be reckoned with. They not only fought against the criminal operations permeating the sector but also actively opposed the tyrannical rule of the Citadel.

I read about the individual members of the Omega Men, each with unique abilities and a history of resistance and struggle. Among them, I saw names like.

Primus, the leader of the Omega Men, is an Okaaran. Gifted with telepathic abilities, he can communicate and manipulate minds over great distances. His leadership is recognized throughout the sector, always guiding his group with strategic vision and an unwavering will to liberate the Vega Sector from tyranny.

Kalista, the warrior of Euphorix, is an expert combatant who wields mystical energy blades with lethal precision. Euphorix is a world known for its refined culture and advanced mystical and technological skills, and Kalista is a perfect example of this heritage, being part of Euphorix's royalty.

Broot, the giant of Changralyn, is a figure of immense physical strength and endurance. Changralynians are known for their deep spiritual connection with nature and their environment, and Broot is no different. Despite his intimidating appearance and crushing strength, he possesses a gentle heart and a peaceful nature. He joined the Omega Men to protect the oppressed and fight for justice, using his colossal strength to face the greatest challenges.

Besides these, the Omega Men included other equally notable members.

Tigorr, from Karna, a world of hunters. As a Karnan, he possesses heightened senses, superhuman speed, and agility, making him a master in combat and tracking. His ferocity in battle is remarkable.

Doc, a highly intelligent robotic being from an unknown world. His analytical and technological capabilities are essential for the Omega Men's missions. He can hack complex systems and provide technical support in any situation.

Harpis, also from Euphorix, is known for her wings and flying abilities. Besides her aerial prowess, she is an agile combatant and a keen strategist. Her sharp eyes and quick adaptability make her an effective sentinel.

Through the news and reports, I realized the importance and impact of this group. They were a beacon of hope in a system known for darkness and corruption. The Omega Men operated in the shadows, conducting infiltration, sabotage, and rescue missions, always one step ahead of the Citadel forces. Their actions inspired those weary of oppression, fueling a fire of resistance that burned ever stronger.

I deactivated the Hypernet interface and refocused on the present. The Tamaranian ship was almost repaired, and I needed to be ready for the next step. The journey was far from over, but now, at least, I had a new direction.