Across the stars

Just yesterday...

"Since when did our reign fell apart within a day?"

It looks at it's palms, it's blue skin rough from it's injuries from the dark explosion. But yet all it sees is nothing but a dark void. Condemning it's existence into oblivion. His rag tag body still in his clothes of snug royalty, still colourful but dull. The rest were nowhere to be seen. Perhaps the gods had forsaken him? He couldn't believe in such matters. If god truly had done this, he wouldn't have any thoughts, would he? Besides where was his child? Where was his beloved wife?

Just then in the distance, he spots a bright light, burning his beady eyes with a unwelcoming sense of trauma. Shaking him awake from his sudden slumber and cold heart with light streaking his arms with intense heat. Burning his skin. He covers his eyes, preparing himself for his harsh punishment. But even then, he doesn't know what was going on.

"Father... what did I do wrong?..."

With a sudden jolt, he falls back, tumbling upon items of gold and prestige of his achievements and rewards, trophies clattering amongst glass boxes of jewels as he hears a loud female scream amongst a chaotic image of noise and crashing items. He carefully stands back up to see plant-like houses and rock crashing down onto the landscape, tearing up the rock and soil with carefully carved wood and cold steel. Up by the two suns, spaceships and escape pods all lost altitude and grace, the heat tearing apart the structure as they smashed into the planet like a heated knife cutting through butter. Blasting the planet with heat and soil. Deeper in the sky, he sees the asteroids swirling around the weakening darkness as it lost it's lustre. Falling apart into nothing but dust.

"Help..."

He spots his wife trapped amongst the machinery, her leg stuck and contorted amongst shards of muzzled liquid and cracked splinters as a blue ooze dripped down onto the rough pale surface. He carefully brought her back up to her knees as he spot a bunch of men rushing through the corridors. All of them panting and sweating in their coat of shiny armour which glimmered in the dark with an neon haze unlike their leader, confident yet shocked despite his loud grand clunking of his armor that constantly deafened him and the large chin that was grazed with sweat.

"what do we do now?"

He stumbled for a while. Staring out to see the destroyed landscape past his two injured workers and tattered men and women outside, all confused as to what was going on. Perplexed at the destruction they had came across.

"Get the Lord of Sight! Send messengers out to the other planets. We may have a rule breaker on our hands!"

He points at them to move, carefully nodding to his messenger and his wife who stumbled back onto her feet as they rushed out hastily, their boots thundering through the now quiet building.

"Stay here alright? The doctors would be arriving soon!" The husband mumbled hastily, pressing hard against a miraculously intact red button for medical aid despite his wife begging him to stay, unable to hear what he was saying earlier. He doesn't know whether the doctors would come to her aid. After all, his world has been overrun with a large unprecedented disaster. He doesn't know the status of his allies in other planets. But what he knows is that whatever that had just happened wasn't the making of a natural disaster but that of a highly intellectual creature. Someone who isn't a part of the treaty they had made.

They stormed out of his plant-like house, the messenger hastily rushing out, struggling to wear his dull coloured coat while he sees men and women struggling to find loved ones, possibly trapped beneath the surface or amongst the dead. It was a horrifying sight. Each street was nothing like peace. He could already sense individuals attempting to make an opportunity in the large mess that was his planet, his home. Lavitias.

He hops into the sky, attempting to make his journey quicker as he glides his way into the observatory while he tucks his pockets. He is glad his kind even have such forms. The power of evolution at best. He could however only briefly marvel at the power of his evolution of species with the level of destruction he is seeing. Throughout the land, all he can only see is freshly-lit flames and unhealthy amounts of smoke. He could only hope he didn't hit anything while looking absolutely ridiculous and his identity being made known to absolutely everyone. He is already surprised how no one recognised him earlier. He didn't want to see what happens next if he is seen.

Peering through the smoke, he finally sees the men at the door the large building. This building stood at the edge of his plant. Controlling remnants of what was their moon, it's support beams hanged like a fruit bat on a hot summer day. It was nothing more than a technological marvel. Though he still didn't understand his supervisor's decision of the need of building such a structure for the Lord of Sight. It's structure wasn't even well made despite the use of the strongest materials on the planet and the best artisans with the planet's history written on every pillar and wall like a painting on stilts. It's foundation was sharking uncontrollably with large amounts of shelling visible from the impact of debris on the planet's surface. He didn't even like the acclaimed man himself, spotting the Lord of Sight being nothing more than a thirsty brat as the king and his men stormed through the doors unhappily and tired of such attempts.

"Look isn't this amazing? This structure is so strong that even the gods agree-" he stoically looks at the women in rather long dresses and a rather messy white hairstyle standing by his doorstep, seemingly amazed like brainwashed animals despite seeing their fears when he is knocked off his proud facade. Their looks normal for a young female of the planet unlike him. His medieval helmet showcasing intricate details of the position he usurped knocked off to reveal a hairy being with lots of pimples in his forehead. His hair beginning to fall out from stress despite his young looks. Still a rather smug fool at heart.

"Please leave the room! Now Lord, didn't I already stated that such tomfoolery is barred in this governance?" The men forcefully ushered them out of the complex as the lord watched the king converted his palms into an organic sharp blade. Still sweating from his rather hasty flight and tense from such a barbaric use of a black hole.

Look, King Ambriosas, can't I have at least some fun at least?" He looks at him, pleading for some leniency in his government. But through his eyes, he can already tell he isn't anyone's toy. He sighed, relenting and acknowledging his mistake. Wandering back around to a large device that was the star of the room. With a forceful push, a golden globe reveals itself emerging from the unholy powers that guide it. Only hand selected to be the controller by the machine itself, it whirled to life, shifting itself outwards, clanking in each movement into a large flower, revealing large expansive galaxies which were too large for him to simply see with the globe.

"Give me a second..."

He toggles through the controls, pressing on the buttons and swivelling the mouse, hoping that the unrelenting king would be calm enough to let him do his job. He could already fell his impatience becoming much larger after his antics. He could only look away, wondering why he has to do such work for a man that doesn't even allow mistakes to happen.

"There is your culprit," he expanded the size of the galaxy to reveal a planet filled with mostly water and a decreasing amount of land. Through the scope were lots of metal debris, but he didn't see anything that would scream a universe destroying weapon. How could they even have such capabilities? Had he miscalculated, just like the rest? After all the last time they checked through the wreckage, no activity seemed weird and unusual even though their scout craft had once gone offline.

"This was ground zero for a large blast of energy. However I'm also picking up unique signals for one of the transport ships, look at this."

He toggles further to showcase a landing point, somehow, landing several kilometres away from the largest showcase of strength he had seen. The system struggling to convey the figures at the point of ignition. As he looked into the details, the messenger spots several numbers he knows full and well. His adopted son's escape pod.

"You have got to be kidding me."