You asked for it

Carter drifted through the vast galaxy, his godly form emanating a quiet yet immense power. His dark, humanoid figure was draped in white and gold robes, six ethereal wings casting radiant glows across the stars. He had refined his methods for absorbing energy; rather than colliding with celestial bodies, he now used his gravity manipulation to create a small, 10-inch wormhole by tearing through space itself. This gateway drew celestial energy directly from nearby stars and meteors, channeling it straight into him without causing any disturbances in his path.

As he moved, the stars gradually dimmed around him, their energy siphoned by the quiet pull of his created wormhole. Power surged through him, expanding his reserves far beyond their previous limits. He felt himself growing stronger with each passing moment, his aura intensifying with every pull of celestial energy.

"Absorbing energy like this is much more efficient than when I was a meteor," he mused, satisfied. "All I need is for the wormhole to draw energy from nearby celestial bodies, and my power grows without end."

Lost in the momentum of his expanding power, Carter noticed a formation of massive spacecraft approaching him. There were hundreds, each vessel sleek and precise, nothing like the disorderly scrap vessels of space pirates. These ships moved in formation, and their hulls bore a stylized star emblem—far from coincidental, given their direct path toward him.

"Hmm," Carter murmured, his Zone Vision focusing on the ships. "Looks like they're not here by accident. But this time, I'm not a meteor waiting to be mined."

He scanned the fleet, noting powerful lifeforms aboard each ship. Their presence was shrouded by sophisticated energy barriers, slightly distorting his vision but doing little to hide their numbers or intentions. These weren't miners or scavengers; they were organized, disciplined, and advancing on his position.

A faint smirk crossed his face as he considered his options. "I guess I should say hi".