Revenge.

[A/N : Holy shit. This is a dark chapter. Like really dark. I don't mean PG. I mean a hard R 18. Brutal.

So here is a content warning. Read at your own risk. Genocide inside.

I felt sick inside just writing this. Please don't read if you are faint of heart.

And you guys better donate your powerstones cuz this is almost 4000 words. And might very well get me banned on webnovel.]

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It wouldn't be odd to wonder why I didn't just go and seek revenge immediately?

Why did I spend three whole months buried in useless work when I could have just created a new big bang in the middle of the galaxy and wiped out all life in my rage?

There was a good reason for that.

It was what I promised her. Offee.

When I revealed my true nature, the multiverse, all I had done to her, my machinations, she had forgiven me out of love but not without a promise.

She made me promise her that gping forward, I would never hurt more people than necessary unless I had no choice. That I would at least consider the peaceful option before resorting to violence.

And like an idiot in love, I promised her that.

Now if there is one thing I hate, it's breaking promises. Precisely why I don't make any.

Well, except that one. And now I would keep it.

I would let the galaxy live. Thrive even. But the ones who took Offee from me, they would pay. They would pay in an eternity of blood and pain.

And for that, I had to plan.

The past months that I spent buried in work weren't in vain. I had already introduced some key bills in the senate and confederacy.

The creation of a new central bank to replace the IGBC when I have my revenge.

An open trade platform with a series of Kwa stargates connecting the galaxy to Ryloth, turning the barren planet into a bustling trade hub, diminishing the influence of the trade federation.

And finally, a galaxy wide embargo on Mandalore to isolate them from the rest of the innocent citizens, and to protect the citizens from what I was about to do to Mandalore.

Add to that police reforms, hyperspace lanes where smuggler runs used to be and stricter checkpoints with A.I. officials that could'nt be bribed?

My plan was about settled.

I knew the suspects.

The Intergalactic Banking Clan.

The Mandalore.

And Nute Gunray.

They took from me what I loved most. I plan on returning the favor, a thousand fold.

First stop. Mandalore.

I exited the portal on top of the fresh water reservoir in the capital city.

Under my arm I held a jar, containing purple worms and emptied it into the reservoir.

Genetically modified especial for them.

Once released into the ecosystem, these worms would make their way into the food chain, sterilizing the entire species.

Or at least that's what the plain version of these worms could do.

With my modifications? They would introduce multiple sclerosis, chronic muscle dysfunction, acute organ failure and paralysis in everyone on world. And just as a bonus, it also increased the rate at which they contracted ALS and Alzheimer's.

But the real flair, the cherry on top?

My nano swarm was slowly releasing an airborne strain of rabies into the atmosphere.

By the time the worms did their magic, rabies would have turned this planet into a quarantined world.

From the Mandalorians who love their warrior culture and their gun toting religion, I would take exactly that.

I would turn them into disabled, paralyzed noodles, unable to hold a fork, much less a gun. Unable to reproduce or commit suicide. Unable to escape their crippled forms, forever prisoners in their own bodies.

Or at least until the rabies set in.

They wanted to spread violence, crusade and oppress like rabid dogs?

Now they would become literal rabid dogs, their urges driving them mad while their crippled bodies lurched about helplessly. Suffering perpetual pain and internal bleeding.

Then the Alzheimer's would set in, removing from them any traces of the culture they so loved.

Even as I watched the worms swin away into the depths of the reservoirs waters, I used my technokinesis, signalling the rest of the caches I planted on the other Mandalorian colonies to release the same.

Soon the entire Mandalore system would fall.

A system of animalistic mutated cronenbergs. A warning to the rest of the galaxy. The price they would pay for killing my Offee.

I opened another portal, this time to the Federation flagship, downloading all of their trade routes and freight schedules, marking all the hyperspace lanes they were using.

With everything in line, I opened a whole slew of portals, leading to mass shadow charges I had placed across all hyperspace lanes, just in case I had to fight the entire galaxy at once.

Now, they would cripple the federation into obscurity.

I pressed a button on my glove computer, the signal travelling through the portals, reaching the desired locations instantly.

Simultaneously, all the hyperspace lanes the federation used collapsed into gravitational anomalies and dark matter minefields.

With another thought, I accessed the nearest Kwa stargate and blacklisted the trade federation to stop them from using the gates to recover from their losses.

Within the day, the federation and their chokehold on the galactic market that Nute Gunray loved so much, that he slaved his whole life to create, would vanish into thin air.

His life's work, turning to ashes in his mouth.

And once he fell into the pits of despair, then and only then, would I kill him, so he would know his sin, and my pain.

If he didn't kill himself first, that is.

Finally, I portaled into the Intergalactic Banking Clan's headquarters. This, I would enjoy. Personally.

To the Muuns who let my wife die on their planet for petty profit, I would deal the simplest hand.

Death. Fiery, painful death.

I entered the portal and disabled all surveillance and alarms with a touch.

Then, I deleted all backup feeds, cutoff communication with the outside world, and locked all exits, turning the massive floating Satellite fortress into a prison.

No. A slaughterhouse.

I out on my nekomimi headphones and scrolled through the playlist, before settling on an appropriate tune.

Ready To Die by Andrew WK.

My armor lit up, it's plates shifting, exuding waves of energy, speakers lifting up from my pauldrons, blasting the music out loud, just as I came upon my first little piggy.

"What are y-"

Zap!

He turned to ash in the glow of my disintegration grenade.

Seeing the neon flash of light another group rushed in, walking into another grenade I had thrown.

"hYaaaa..." Their screams cut short, and their bodies melted to the floor in a puddle.

Good. The flash liquefication grenade is working well too.

I smiled.

Picking off the finger sized explosives from my bandolier, in the handfuls, I slid out into the main corridor, scattering them all around, turning the halls of the bank into a symphony of screams, and a display of fireworks.

Ash and grey puddles littering building, as I made my way up the stairs.

A horde of them began to run away helter skelter, trying to escape, only to find all door locked.

"Feeling claustrophobic? Let me help you with that!" I announced.

"Surround him. He can't get all of us!" One of them shouted.

"Yeah! Maybe I'll even get a promotion for catching him!" Another laughed, flanking me, as they circled around me cautiously.

"You might wanna rethink that plan." I said wagging a finger, drinking a potion, as arms sprouted from all over my torso.

I pulled out the dozen or so different laser pistols holstered around my hip and raised them to the crowd surrounding me in.

"W-wait, we were wr-"

"Ciao!" I said, ignoring his words, turning them into swiss cheese before opening the doors and taking the stairs up.

They had gotten wise now and I could spot a platoon of guards at the top of the stairs, guns leveled at me.

How cute!

"Stop right there! Put your hands up and surrender!" The guard captain ordered.

"Really?" I said, smiling mischievously, "Sure, but only because you asked politely!"

I raised my hands activating the telekinetic module on my glove, sending them all shooting up, splattered on the ceiling, their armor crushed to bits, crumbling off their corpses.

The module blew up on my wrist and fell off due to overexertion, but that was all I needed of it.

I had a whole arsenal of Rick's weapons I had yet to try and the IGBC would make glad test subjects.

From my back I pulled of a jagged black cannon, ridges of metal flushed across it's length like crow feathers.

The favoured weapon of the crow aliens and a decent particle cannon.

Putting it against my shoulder, I aimed it at a wall of Droidekas blocking my way in, and pressed the trigger.

A halo formed at the end of the barrel, and a point mass shot out, accelerating to sub light speeds in an instant, as it tore across the Droidekas, and imploded a sphere the size of townhouse into the ship's hull, leaving a searing blue trail of melted discharge.

"Phyew phyu!" I whistled in admiration.

Noice!

The vaccuum of space though wasn't as nice, dragging the remains of the droid company into space, while I activated my magnetic shoes, sticking to the floor and trudged on into another hallway shutting the door behind me.

The hallways led into the reception of the bank, and split into three corridors leading to different sections of the establishment.

I looked at my arsenal and considered.

I could systematically go through the building and kill evryone one at a time. Or.....

I pressed a button my right gauntlet, as a lid popped open revealing a small vial of red and black. Checking it over, I reinserted it into the launcher, and fired it off into one of the corridors.

It hit a wall around a bend and burst into a thick black metallic ooze that began to quickly swallow the corridor whole, spreading outwards.

With a touch of technokinesis, I stopped it from growing into the reception and propelled it's growth further inwards.

That's one section dealt with.

Turning to the second corridor, I pulled out a glowing yellow chalk and outline the walls leading into it, edge to edge. Tucking it away, I set down a matter annihilation charge on the floor of the corridor with the chalk outline between me and it.

Pressing the button on top, a timer began to countdown to zero, and a fiery wave of orange ripple out from it, clashing against the chalk outline, before being reflected back into corridor, destroying any surface matter that came into contact with it.

Finally, I walked over to the third corridor, a smaller on tucked away to the side, likely meant for employees, as an idea popped into my head.

Reaching into my pocket, I took out a miniature meseeks box and summoned a meseeks, handing him the box.

"Summon another thousand meseeks. Tell them to kill at least one person they see in the facility, except me. Start there." I said, pointing to the smaller corridor.

That done, it was time for the main course.

I opened up portals to the blender dimension the whole bank complex, and took hold of the announcement system.

"Mic testing, mic testing. 1.2.3." I said, tapping the mouthpiece.

"I believe everyone still alive in the complex can hear me right now. So here's the deal. You are trapped here, inside the satellite orbiting your planet. I can assure you that you will die here. This is a certainty. I have released three different killing agents across the complex. Which one reaches you first doesn't matter. You will die. Horribly. Painfully. Begging for your life.

And if you survive, by some slim chance, you will have a long period of starvation and a slow, agonizing death to look forward to.

But I am a benevolent god.

There is salvation!

Look around you. If you can at all!" I chuckled evilly.

"You will see a green glowing portal near you. Or if not, go for a stroll. You will find at least one." I said, accessing the surveillance and saw someone jump into one blindly, his body turning to meat paste.

"Now now. No need to be in such a hurry to leap to your death. Hear me out first.

That little portal leads to what I call the blender dimension. It means certain death. But it is a death you can choose. Not to mention, it might be the least painful way to go around here.

So choose. Choose how you wish to die. Or let time choose for you. I don't care. I just want to see you suffer. I want to see you dead. All. Of. You. Have fun. Bye~"

I jumped over the reception desk, to the elevator behind it that led to the top offices.

I pressed my hand onto the console using my power to open the door and walked in, pressing the button for the topmost floor.

I hadn't opened any portals up there.

Oh no. The big fish, I would gut myself.

Strolling into the office up top, I found some of the top brass already dead, either by suicide or infighting.

That left a bad taste in my mouth. I wanted to kill them myself.

But no bother. I'm sure some of them are too cowardly to kill themselves or fool enough to think they stand a chance against me.

I turned a corner to the conference room and found it protected by eight super droids.

I raised my hand at them, twisted my wrist, portruding a laser cutter from within the gauntlet, and shot it out, carving them up while their blaster bolts bounced off my new forcefield generator.

Clank! Thud!

The super droids fell to the floor.

I climbed over their corpses...is that the right word?

It doesn't matter. Climbing over their sliced and diced parts, into the conference room beyond.

There was a group of six Muuns in there, sitting around the table, guns pointed at me.

"Drop your weapons." The man at the head of the table ordered.

"Sure. I was planning to do that anyways." I said, throwing down my weapons, as I cracked my durasteel myomer enhanced knuckles with thunderous pops, "Don't want to give you a quick death now do we?"

I could see the confidence wane from their faces, their hands shaking.

Then, one of them shot their blaster at me, and watched in horror as it bounced off my forcefield harmlessly.

"Anyone else wanna try that?" I asked amused.

"No? Good. My turn then!" I said, pushing off the floor, leaving dents in the metal floor as I appeared behind one of the Muuns with a boom.

He tried to turn around, surprised, bit O was faster.

Grabbing him by the shoulders, I crushed them, before ripping his arms right off.

"Nhaaaaa!" He screamed, falling out od his chair.

"Now then, who's next?" I said, pointing at them, "Let's see....Eenie meenie miny you!"

I leapt over the table, onto a scampering Muun, stamping him into the floor, crushing his ribs, nearly severing him in two.

"Why are you doing this?" One of them cried, falling from their chair in fear, crawling away.

"We can pay you! Whatever you want! Please spare us!" Another begged, bowing on the floor.

"Tch thc tch!" I intoned, waving them off, "A bit late for that, isn't it? Should have thought of that before you killed my wife."

"Your wife? Is that why-"

I crushed his windpipe with a jab.

"Why are you asking again as if I didn't just tell you why?" I asked, irritated as I threw him into a wall.

Seeing my attention away from the door, the farthest Muun tried to make a run for it.

Too bad for him. I have peripheral sensors good enough to fight SCPs. Some lanky horse faced bitch of an alien isn't escaping my sight.

I sped off towards the door, cutting him midway, with a sweep of the leg, crushing his legs to pulp.

He fell to his knees, screaming like a banshee.

"Sheesh. Keep ot down a bit!" I said, stomping on his head, killing him.

I scanned the room.

"Two dead...no make that three." I muttered, the heads up display showing me that the vital signs of no arms McGee had just fallen to zero.

I turned to the council member closest to me and walked up to him, slowly, relishing in his fear.

Looking down at him, I spotted a wet spot on his robes, and let out a chuckle.

"Oh boy. You pissed yourself? Seriously? And you have the audacity to send assassins after other people?

Only those prepared to die should kill! You....you are just pathetic." I mocked, slapping him with such force that his cheeks sloughed off his face, his head twisting around twice, killing him instantly.

"Tsk! Too hard. Gotta go softer." I scolded myself just as the heads up dosplay showed another death.

Five dead. One left.

"Aw man!" I whined, shaking my head. "I need to learn to regulate my strength."

"The man at the end of the table sighed deeply.

"San Hill. Chairman of the Intergalactic Banking Clan, I presume?" I asked.

He nodded solemnly, still seated.

"I must say, I admire your guts. You just sat there while I killed your friends here. And not a squeak out of you? Tell me, are you scared shitless or do you just not care for your little cabal of friends?"

"Will my answer change anything?" He asked coldly.

"No. But I'd like to know." I said, curiously.

"And I'd like to die of old age surrounded by friends and family. But we all don't get what we want, now do we? So if you would please, I would like to face my fate with my dignity intact." He snarked, leaning back into his plush chair.

"Ohohoho! I like you!" I pointed at him, chuckling.

"Shame you had to go and cross me."

I shook my head, regretfully.

"Yes. I killed your wife apparently. I order the deaths of hundreds daily. I don't keep track of evey single one. They don't matter. And neither did your wife, whoever she was. So get on with it. Kill me so we can both get over this." He replied.

"Oh she mattered alright." I said, removing my helmet, causing him to raise his eyebrows in shock.

"She mattered more to me than this whole rotten galaxy."

"Chancellor Walker. I might have known." He said, as if observing a piece of plain toast.

"Really? No reaction?" I complained.

"What did you want? A gasp? Should I have stumbled back in shock like the villain in some two bit HoloNet lit piece? One does not become the head of the banking clan-"

"Yeah yeah, say what you want. You're just a psychopath aren't you?" I interrupted him.

"No more than you are Senator." He rebutted.

"Hmm....see you act like you don't care about anything." I said, circling him, as I pulled up a holoscreen with images of his son on it, "But you do love one thing, don't you?"

"This is between you and me. My son has nothing to do with this!" He said, his voice finally cracking.

"Aha! But neither did my wife and unborn child. But here we are." I growled, inches from his face.

"So I want you to see something." I added, watching his knuckles whiten, as I turned the satellite to face the planet scipio below.

"See that? Your little blue planet. Your piece of paradise. Your son goes to a private boarding school ...about there doesn't he?" I said, pointing to a bright spot on the planet's surface.

"What are you saying?" He asked, through grit teeth.

"Just watch." I said, engaging my WMD at the edge of the Scipio system.

An FTL meteor slingshot.

A series of rings that fires a fist sized rock at FTL speeds into the targets.

In this case.....

I made a finger gun, pointing at the planet below, and uttered the planet's curtain call.

"Bang!"

A flash blinded the both of us for a moment, as something shot through the planet, core and all, ripping it into smithereens.

A massive shockwave spread across the planetary surface, wiping out all life from it, as San Hill fell to his knees.

"Noooo!" He screamed, aghast, tears streaming down his face as he cakwed at the glass window.

"There we go. Now that's the expression I wanted to see. Tell me Chairman, how does it feel to lose someone you love?" I asked in a chilling tone of voice.

"You won't get away with this! Someone will find us! Find this satellite. It's black box. They will know! You will face jus-"

"I'm going to stop you right there Chairman." I said, holding his jaw shut with two fingers.

"No one will find out. Ever. Because they will never find this satellite. And they will chalk up the 'disaster' to a rogue asteroid. No one will ever know. Except you and me of course." I said delightedly.

"You know why?" I asked, opening a portal above us.

A man sized pillar dropped down from it, landing beside me.

"You see this? This is a dimension anchor. It grounds you to whatever dimension you are currently in. But it has one more feature. One that doesn't become apparent until it is broken." I said, kicking the device over as it's glass dome shattered on the floor.

Suddenly, the satellite shook, a shimmering bubble forming around it.

The planetary devastation painted upon the canvas of the cosmos disappeared from sight, and what greeted us instead was a world of biscuits made of stone, in all shapes and sizes, as far as the eye could see.

I disengaged the dimension anchor and opened another portal below it, depositing it on my mother ship, removing any chance of the Chairman's escape.

"Here, in the stone ocean, no one can hear you scream. No one will find you. You will die, alone, haunted by the memory of your sins." I told him, as he leapt at me, trying to clutch at my legs only to slip off my forcefield.

"Kill me! Kill me too! You monster!" He begged.

I looked down at him and smiled one last time.

"No. You live with it." I said, kicking him away as gently as I could, sending him crashing into the wall, a man broken.

Satisfied, I opened a portal back to the Saraswati and hopped in, my revenge complete.