33Gamers in the Multiverse...WTF!
Chapter 1
Lu Bane Na
Hey everyone! I would like to apologize to each and every one of you that have been wating for this story to finally be posted.
The reason I missed my deadline is that being the stupid Idiot that I am, when I flew across the United States, I left my personal computer at home! And wasn't able towrite anthing and post it. I couldnt even use my phone as the mountians I were staying in were scrambling my ability to post anything.
So, Once again I would like to say I am sorry for the wait but "Gamers in the Multiverse...WTF-" is finally here! the Rules are exactly the same as in the Gamer effect, with the exemption that t takes place in a universe of your choice. Thanks to Bazerker's Obelisk, you now have the chance to wake up in any universe you so desire and change any events to your own desire. so please Have fun and let us enjoy what happens when we all create something insane together!
Faction Bio
Faction Species: Tsvìet
Faction Government: Monarchy/Dictatorship
Faction Behavior: Very guarded against aliens, hostile to humans
Faction Size: 8 planets, homeworld included, all within core solar system.
Extra-Solar Colonies: 40,028
Space Stations (Military:Direct Combat/Logistical): 38,092/79,248
Total Ground Troop Inventory: A.I./V.I. combat automatons- ?/? A.I./V.I. ratio -1/11,000
Faction Military Name (not former, but new one coming up): White Doctrine
Faction Leader: Empress Sing Love
Faction 2nd in Command:?
Grand Primal Commanders (Fleet Admirals/Generals): ?
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Faction Symbol: White background with a black, five-pointed star in the center.
Faction Leader Titles:
The No-Life Tyrant- Given by weaker players during her reign.
The Immortal Queen- Given by Top players responsible for overthrowing her yet failing to kill her. She had led a battle one time and survived being at ground-zero of a nuclear bombardment.
The White Demon Lord- Given due to her albino looks of white skin, white hair, and magenta eyes and her leading untold legions of robotic death dealers while showing no mercy.
The ElectroMagnetic Abyss- Given due to her habit of having ships emitting truly monstrous amounts of E.M. signatures that disrupt wide-range communications, stability of enemy energy projectiles, and trajectory of enemy kinetic projectiles-the latter two when in fighting range of her ships.
The Sadist Who Murders a Million Ways- Given for her unmatched creativity and diversity in coming up with ways to kill people, including having the most diverse amount of weapon and shield types within her military, going against the flow of balance by not picking a specific reference.
The Forever Gluttonous Queen- Given for her obsession with consuming the flesh of humans to reach 'perfection'.
The White Indoctrinator- Given due to her unmatched skills in bringing those weaker than her under her influence, as well as taking over the military remnants of defeated Nebladed commanders.
The Grand Chess master of Humanity's Pain (her personal favorite)- Given due to her manipulative actions that led to a large faction of Humanity fighting her more important enemies in the early years of the war where she would swoop in and Neblade the weakened victor and kill him/her permanently via the hijacked Respawn system. This was before the truth of her machinations was revealed. Her actions are spoken of with hate, sorrow, or fear mostly while her true name has been struck from the history pages where only her titles are used in reference due to a superstition that speaking her true name will help bring her back from the void of the 12th Dimension.
The Most Dangerous Person in Existence- A title she held while her reign of terror was in full swing.
The Greatest (Traitor/Criminal) in Human History- A surprisingly self-given title. There were really no one opposing this specific labeling.
The White Death- Given due to her likeness to the Black Death, a plague that killed a third of ancient Earth's population thousands of years ago since her war killed an entire percentage of Humanity and lasted for over a hundred years.
The White Queen of Domination- Given due to her looks and her battle capabilities in both land and space warfare. Given by those who've fought and survived her terror.
She Who Heaven and Hell Will Not Accept- Given due to how she didn't Respawn when her body was killed, but simply resurrected, as if Time itself went in reverse. She has somehow, during her time in control of the Respawn system, exempted herself from the cycle of Life and Death. She dies, yet exists. She exists, yet even while dead. She's a never-ending paradox that is an antithesis to the one undeniable law of the Universe of 'That which lives must die'. If the Universe had a sentient will, it would try to reject her very existence.
The Herald of Revelations- Given because many humans actually believed she would herald the end to Humanity.
Bearer of the Forbidden Truth- A small known nickname given due to her having claimed to see the 'Truth of the Universe', the forbidden part being that many believe having seen this truth caused Sing to go insane and lose all sense of herself and replacing it with an emotionless drive to kill Humanity.
Siren of the Apocalypse- Given for her habit of singing beautiful yet haunting melodies over the communications during battles. These melodies both unnerve enemies as well as psychologically enhance her own forces. Secondly, due to her immense power from the billions of Nebladings, her own vocals can reach a pitch high enough to blow a hole straight through a planet. In space, the sound wave is altered into an actual beam-like attack with a range of 1000km with the force of 21 Teratons.
(In Unknown Space)
'How long has it been since I've seen my birth dimension?' questioned a woman of resplendent looks with a mental voice hauntingly emotionless. The beautiful woman shat upon a floating marble platform of pure whiteness with designs etched in thin, black lines all over it. This platform was the top of a very massive pillar that stretch downwards further than any telescope could reach. The woman wore the features of an angel: alabaster skin as pure and untainted as snow topped with long twin-tailed hair was just as white a shade. The only colors to her body were her thin, black eye lashes and along the ends of six, two foot long feelers sprouting from her upper-back that had a magenta colored orb on the end.
(flashback)
Before the new Administrators and Moderators of the Grand Championship, witnessed in person by the commanders who survived enough to defeat her. Sure, they were finally able to destroy her body, yet they couldn't as well. It was a paradox that both fascinated and terrified all around her. Her followers worshipped her as a Goddess of Revelations and Salvation which she used to easily indoctrinate them to her Will while her enemies swore her off as an unnatural abomination that must be destroyed.
Now, she was cut off from her forces and even she knew she'd be contained somehow before the rest of her main force could reach her position. They still knew not that she was based in the Triangulum Galaxy while they have been searching every star system they could find in the Milky Way galaxy for her homebase in case she had extra bodies as monstrous as this one.
The trial went by in a blur as she'd not cared for their words. Food shouldn't talk. It made for awkward meals.
"You've anything to say, any reasoning at all, for this monstrous crusade of yours?" the new head Administrator asked. They all wanted to see me gone from existence yet for one woman to come out of nowhere and damn near well bring the entirety of Humanity to its knees must have been driven by some incredible motivation. Their curiosity couldn't be helped.
"Infinite in mystery is the gift of the Goddess
We seek it thus and take to the skies
Ripples form on the water's surface
The wandering soul knows no rest."
The court was silent, trying to process my words.
"It's a poem I heard in a very old video game but it certainly does capture the essence of Humanity fittingly well, doesn't it? The Universe and its endless secrets are certainly a gift to those like us, those who spread out and constantly try to learn new things, break more laws of reality or physics. While those pathetic 1% and those who wanted to die and go on were content with the status quo, it was us 99% of Humanity who became pioneers to the great unknown, risking life and limb and mind and soul to be the best we each could be. Some have found love, others hate; some creation, some destruction. Am I really so monstrous when I simply embrace a destiny revealed unto me?"
Some murmurings spread while the 'judge' asks "What destiny would that be?"
"...Perfection. I figured out how to achieve that which technology could only come so close to..yet still be so far away from. It was so very simple it would sicken all who pride themselves on their morals and intelligence."
Loud murmurings and some shouts of insanity were thrown at me yet I remained unaffected. The judges and commanders who both intrigued yet uneased at my proclamation.
"You claim to know what perfection looks like and how to achieve it. Is this really what all of these deaths were for? You've killed tens of billions of your own species just to elevate yourself to some state of perfection! Your path to Heaven was being built on the foundation of galactic genocide!" the judge yelled, his face red with rage.
"Your morals...your fear...your hatred...I can no longer comprehend these things. I haven't ever since I ventured to that place. They are concepts that have lost both meaning and worth to me. It's like an animal trying to understand human morals," she replied evenly, not the least bit disturbed by their reactions and feelings.
"You're a monster! You killed by sons!" someone screamed. Sing turned to look at the woman who shrunk back from her aloof expression.
"Monster? Would you consider a human a monster if he/she steps on a few ants while walking? No, because those ants are so far beneath the worth of that human that it can not be scaled. You value the human's life because you would be able to connect to him or her in some fashion while an ant would simply scurry about and bite you if you tried to hold it. I see you humans the same way as you do ants, so why does that make me a monster? Ants shouldn't bother trying to comprehend the minds of humans, just as you shouldn't bother trying to comprehend my mind."
Uproars of curses, damnations, insults and empty promises of pain assault her ears while the Moderators try to restore order though they couldn't blame the crowds. They could scarcely believe a woman who use to be human several hundred years ago could become so detached to her own race.
"Next question would be where did you get that outlook on life?" a moderator named Lord Magnus asked.
"When I saw the Truth of the Universe," she answered.
"Could you explain what you mean?" he asked, looking interested.
Sing was silent for a moment as she tried to think her answer through. "It...can not be translated into any kind of language or gestures and if I were to illustrate it, you would stare at it for years and become lost and mad within your own mind, a 'Chasing the Rabbit down the Hole' scenario, you could say. Explaining anymore would be impossible and pointless."
Disturbing images came to people's minds as their imaginations tried to rationalize what she insinuated. If what she said was true, how was she sane still? Or, perhaps, she is suffering that very insanity that drove her onto a path of genocide. Perhaps that was why she didn't even think she was Human.
"That's...very disturbing information. If this 'Truth' is what drove your actions, can you atleast do one last thing before you begin serving your sentence by telling us how to avoid what happened to you?"
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"There's no danger from it anymore. Once I saw it, it faded away from our reality. I am what I am now and even though I acknowledge this, I can not change or regret my actions. It is impossible and I have long since accepted that fact. If I were to regroup with my remaining forces, I would continue on this path. I have long passed the event horizon of this destiny. There is no turning back. I can not fail. I will not fail. It may take a month or a million years but in the end, I will succeed. I have passed my destiny's event horizon. You should go ahead and serve your judgement, Administrators."
The witnesses to the court martial didn't know how to react to her words. No remorse or regret for her crimes yet she sounded so sure of her own powerlessness to her fate, as well as the absoluteness to her victory.
"Very well, Sing Love. Due to past experiences during battle, the Commanders and us know that you can not be killed by conventional methods so we have decided on a way to contain you while separating you from your spheres of influence. In one month's time, we will have finished preparations for your permanent prison, so until then, you will be confined within a mold casing made from the strongest synthetic metals available. When we're ready, you will be cast down into the 12th Dimension where the gravity and bombardment of raw energies will leave you trapped with no external senses should it not be enough to kill you. Even capital class ships wouldn't last a minute within there. This meeting is adjourned."
...(time skip)...
A month had gone in the blink of an eye for her. Being completely immobile inside a metal prison molded around her body like clay gave her time to do the only thing she could do. Think and Plan. She would have to go with the plan she made even if it cost her a long LONG imprisonment.
She stood in front of a portal about a hundred yards wide, held in place by six pillars made from the mass of a neutron star to withstand the gravitic pressure of the portal that was pulling her body apart molecule by molecule. Yet she stood unconcerned by her dilemma. She figured what it was and had to give the Humans credit for their creativeness and take-no-chances outlook on her prison. It would certainly hold her alright. However, as of now, her attention was held at a young commander who had made a big impression on the 'Defiant Thousand' as well as impressed her a little by surviving her war.
"We haven't been able to find any of your colonies or home base. Where did you attack us from?"
It was such a childish question that she, even in her enlightened aloofness, was tempted to just walk into the portal if she had the choice.
However...she supposed she could make a lasting impression on these Humans, as a favor to her former Humanity.
"My remaining resources...my 8 core worlds and 10,028 colonies...and my 17,340 space stations...and over twenty trillion ground units...with over 230,000 ships both combat and logistic...My Humanity favored puzzles so if you can find a clue bearing my symbol, the black star over the white background, it will lead to another...and another...until you reach the end...So, Humanity, out there lies my entire wealth...enough to launch a semi-competent commander from dead last to the Top 3. If you can solve the puzzles, then take it. It is yours. I left it all there at that place...in One Piece."
NOTE: Play music: Luffy's Fierce Attack
My former Humanity was a fan of that ancient anime and those last famous words uttered by the Pirate King Gol D. Rogers were now uttered somewhat by my own mouth. It would certainly cause a massive stir amongst all the Humans, even those who weren't Commanders would now find themselves tempted and lured into space unknown.
With a very small smile on my lips, I listened to the massive uproar amongst the commanders and Administrators present at my declaration as I walked steadfastly into the void, my body tearing apart into oblivion. My final words going unheard.
"even if the morrow is barren of promises...
...nothing shall forestall my return."
(End flashback)
She wore no clothes as she has long since failed to see her nakedness as something to cover despite her having no way to get newer ones after the first set was utterly atomized by the energies of her surroundings. Her very skin was more durable than any armor and more beautiful than any clothes that could exist, proof given that without either, she could exist in this realm where only she has existed, a place where nothing was suppose to exist.
Time didn't exist here. Space didn't exist here.
Her eyes opened to reveal a reddish-pink pair of pupils, more specifically a magenta color. They gazed carelessly out across the vast emptiness of the 'Origin Dimension' as she'd deemed it.
Nothing but a writhing cloud of darkness that spread to infinity laid before her eyes with near shapeless lines of dark green flickering about occasionally. She looked at their movements as if watching the news before closing her eyes again.
'It took me centuries to be able to discern even a tiny amount of their meaning but with it I have atleast been able to read the flow of the Universe. Something massive has happened back in the 7th Dimension.
It was of little surprise to Sing when she discovered that the '12th' Dimension she was banished to was actually the first. The Humans had everything upside down. It made sense if you thought of it like this. The universe is comprised of thirteen dimensions. She was in the First, the 'Origin' of the Universe. Layered on top of it in multiple concentric circles were the overall larger and wider dimensions 2-13. The universe was actually shaped in a multi-leveled sphere instead of some flat surface though like ancient sailors of Earth found out, the planet was not flat and eventually you would sail back to where you started.
Like a ball of energy such as a sun, the universe became denser and smaller the 'deeper/lower' you went. The Humans lived in the 7th Dimension, sixth from the Origin. When the Halo UNSC used slipspace to utilize FTL, they entered through the 2nd densest area of the Universe. While this shorten their trip with a beeline instead of traveling in an arc along the 7th Dimension which would have taken longer, had the UNSC not shielded their ships, the '11th' Dimension would have crushed them to atoms. It's why ships from those of the Citadel Council would never be able to survive a slipspace journey.
So, the dimension she was imprisoned in was the densest because it was the Origin and, in theory, 'held up' (supported) the weight of the dimensions above it. There were holes in this dimension that lead to specific places in each and every dimension. Wanna guess? Black holes. Black holes were gravitational wells so dense that the plane of space and time (that specific dimension) was warped from it. Due to the matter it sucked in, all of that 'waste' had to go somewhere so it wouldn't explode, right? The energy would shoot out of most twin-linked black holes. Most Black Holes created two way tunnels, linking to black holes either 'below' or 'above' them in the surrounding dimensions, creating an Einstein-Rosen Bridge but for the others? It exited out of the fabled 'White Holes' that were theorized but none were ever found. That was because none existed within any other dimensions except the Origin.
What happened once it reached there? The Black Holes were innumerable due to the ever increasing Universe, so an equal amount of White Holes existed within the Origin to spread that energy back out into the other dimensions, supporting the ever increasing weight of the Universe. This self-perpetuating cycle is what has ensured the constant expansion of the universe in a stable manner.
The 'Truth of the Universe' showed her this and so much more.
'How long have I existed here?' she thought to herself in curiosity.
Time does not exist here yet it does. One second is one million years. Thirty days is Thirty-eight days. One microsecond is negative eighty minutes.
Space does not exist here. A foot equals a thousand light years. A mile equals three steps back. This is a realm where time and space are all and one, where it is fact and fiction, logical and contradictory.
Another truth she was shown. Time and Space does not Matter. It is all in one and one in all. There is no right or wrong, only an ignorant person's idea of it fitted to their own perception of the truth of their realities. It was like this in the beginning and it will be like it in the End.
'What is happening in that dimension?' she asked herself in curiosity. She could feel the disruptions in the flows of the Dimensions. Someone(s) were utilizing a lot of dimensional usage, either from multi-dimensional traveling such as slipspace, or something else. Had she not been so focused on the 'area' of her birth dimension, she would have missed the very tiny pricks at her senses. The Milky Way galaxy of the 7th Dimension was such a specific location within the flow that had she focused just a few inches to the left, right, up, or down, she would have missed it completely. It had taken her decades to find the location. It wasn't like she could just go to sleep. Awake or 'asleep,' her eyes and mind would be as one and it'd be as if she never closed her eyes.
Now focusing harder, she could 'see' that the galaxy was in a state of chaos the likes not seen since the 'Defiant Thousand' banded together to fight her fleets and armies.
"Interesting." The first word uttered from her mouth though in the Origin/1st Dimension, no sound was made.
Back in 'a' 7th Dimension where the new story takes place. The galaxy cluster 34-B, home to a grouping of 39 galaxies, is experiencing a crisis of religion and science among thousands of species as a new galaxy literally was dropped amongst them from out of a massive, kaleidoscope of colors, vortex. The sheer size of the phenomena was visible from multiple galaxy clusters away.
For the sentient, sapient species with the capable technology, they discovered this new galaxy to be a former spiral galaxy but it looked like all of the stars and planets had been jumbled together like a box of Willy Wonka Nerd candies being shook up and then spilled onto a flat surface. The galactic center was now near the edge of the conflagration of star systems, its arms contorted like a cosmic game of Twister.
This galaxy was known in the original Gamer Effect universe as the Andromeda Galaxy, the closest neighbor to the Milky Way galaxy that hosted the Tournament of Champions whose war consumed it thanks to the nanomachines of the Humans giving them the ability to create almost any fictional species they knew of. The other galaxies had been spared this chaos, not to say they didn't have their own in some form, size, or fashion.
But...there was a former Human who had looked outside the box, smashed the barriers, and stomped on the pieces. Instead of picking a pre-existing species, she merely took the image of one and turned it into a brand new species never before seen. This was to destroy any chance of having an unoriginal species that could be researched on by her enemies. Another unique thing she did was inhabiting systems in her home galaxy like all the other Humans, spending a couple hundred years building her technology and forces, before trekking across dark space for several decades before finally arriving in a remote sector of the Andromeda in its Eastern Fringe in relation to the Milky Way. She searched the galaxy and found only a handful of species capable of primitive space flight. She left them alone and began a massive military arms build-up the likes of which neither the Milky Way or Andromeda galaxies had ever witnessed.
Without any disruption from feuding Human commanders, her power building was never once setback, never once halted, and never once interrupted...by sapient species. She first developed an army of nanomachines which would devour entire asteroid belts, planets, and eventually stars. She did this in a hop-scotch fashion to avoid destabilizing the star systems around her. The galactic gravity worked in weird ways like that when the hard lesson she learned after being too greedy had local solar systems colliding into one another crushing her resources there in a mighty supernova and a bunch of other outrageous bullshit.
She had built endless armies, innumerable ships, and the perfect race of flesh-based warriors that made the Forerunners look incompetent. She evolved them on the most harsh planets imaginable. She would know since she terraformed several planets to be like that. These unholy conditions forced the species she named 'Tsvìets' to evolve to adapt and survive and soon thrive.
Their biological superiority to other races focused on unmatched regeneration rates, inner energy manipulation, and disproportional physical prowess the likes of which would seem science-fiction. Nothing but total disintegration on a cellular level would stop these warriors, or repeated injury until their inner energy supply ran out. By the time of her Crusade though, she had only been able to make around twenty million. She wasn't focused on just war though. She gave each of her children individual names and personalities, gave them the ability to grow and expand beyond their initial programming, and taught them art, music, drama, and dancing. She didn't just create an army of drones. She created LIFE. The perfect species.
However, she held so much love for her children that she built grand armies of mechanical soldiers and weapon platforms to serve as their 'elder siblings' with the all important job of protecting them in and out of battle. There were a million to each Tsvìet, each in command of an army itself with their own fleet.
She then slaved over the work to create their 'older sisters' and the 'oldest brother' to protect them all. The sisters were the Angeloids from Sora no Otoshimono. She had created 1,000 Ikaros-Melan who would be bodyguards and fleet devastators, 500 Evolved Strategic Angeloid Type Alpha, Ikaros, to act as both a safety quilt and assassinate planets with their individual battleship's Hephaestus laser cannon, 1,000 Evolved Electronic Warfare Angeloid Type Beta, Nymph to provide technical support for the Ikaros/Melan and perform large scale sabotages to enemy fleets and planet networks, and finally 15,000 Interceptor Angeloid Type Gamma, Harpy, who act as bodyguards and patrol important planets' atmospheres since they weren't quite as powerful as their sisters.
Finally, to lead them all, she created the 'Oldest Brother', her 'first' son in a sense. Even though he was of a different species, he would be the strongest, the wisest, the most intelligent and charismatic, the most caring and when need be, vengeful, of all her creations. She gave him two special tasks. To serve as her forever loyal son, leading her children when she's away, and to ensure their survival at all costs, even if it meant leaving her to the possible outcome of death. He accepted and she went to wage her crusade against the Humans with her own armies.
Then, the day came when they received news of their mother's capture. They begged their eldest brother to take their fleets to rescue their mother, their Goddess, but he knew that should the rest of the Humans learn of their true location, even he would not be able to beat them all back. Thankfully, during her incarceration while her execution was being prepped, she telepathically contacted him and gave him her last orders to ensure their survival...as well as her return. He accepted the burden of being the only one to know while they watched the public feed of her execution. She stood without fear before a dimensional prison even he would be doubtful of surviving, but his faith in her was ironclad. She gave her last words that shook the Milky Way to its galactic core as each and every Human whether a Commander or not were stirred like a nest of war wasps. He chuckled at their reactions to only a fourth of her true military might. In the end, she was still protecting their existence as their species was a secret she never showed.
When the feed was cut off, after reading the last words off her lips before she walked into the void, he knew she was foretelling his role as the 'Eldest Brother.'
For the next 900 years, he built up his forces, increased the level of their technology while utilizing methods never conceived or long forgotten. If one were to tell him to look 'outside the box', he would ask 'What box?'
Over these years, his little sisters pushed past their limits annually, perfecting, improving, then perfecting even more the values and customs taught by their mother. The artists were always inspired, the dancers became living angels of beauty, the architects created megaliths of beauty and strength, and the warriors were the epitome of brutality, grace, and efficiency. Training and living spartan lives on their birth worlds' hellish environment only made them stronger.
The time came when he declared they were ready to bring back their mother and put an end to Humanity once and for all, to achieve the justice they and their mother deserved, and to bring forth the truth of the Universe into actuality. Unfortunately, an unforeseen disaster struck. The Human Commander 'Bazerker' activated his crude but obscenely powerful and upgraded Obelisk. Even he knew what that could do and luckily, thanks to his paranoia, he had a form of shield against it.
When Mother had learned her lesson from the colliding solar systems, she built a system of gravitational anchors and tethers that would hold entire solar systems together in case of unexpected galactic catastrophes, such as if two galaxies collided into one another and pulled each other apart with their own gravitational pulls. Not only did this system keep them together during the Obelisk's aftermath, but protected them from any adverse effects during the vortex transit by sending the systems into a sub-dimensional existence. They were still visible to the naked eye, but were more immaterial than material. Just for extra protection, the eldest brother ordered his sisters to seal themselves into their birth worlds that doubled as protective tombs. He himself was within the pride and joy of his mother's constructions among her fleets.
The 'Outer Heaven' was a ship that wasn't showcased in the war against the Humans since its construction was only 55% complete at the time. At 4,628 miles in length with a three-in-one main cannon taking up 3,000 miles of its length when extended, the Obelisk Bazerker built could fit easily within the barrel when all three cannons coiled around each other like a rope to create the main cannon's true form.
Since Mother and he had never any intention was wiping out the galaxy in one shot like Bazerker did with his screw-up, the 'shell' was made of such a massive amount of energy that it attained physical form. It would fire at FTL speeds and the further it went, the smaller and denser and faster it got until it either it hit a target with the force of 1 Trillion Zeta-tonnes, which could wipe out a planetoid the size of a blue hypergiant sun with just the kinetic impact alone, or it exploded remotely with the force of a supernova that could swallow the Sol System five times over
The ship was a masterpiece of art as well as war. It looked like a dragonfly flying backwards with three pairs of 1,750 mile long wings instead of two that doubled as propulsion systems and melee weapons given their size. Its entire body glowed a bright, gem-like gold like a yellow and platinum prism refracting light. The entire hull was made of shape-manipulating liquid energy that could be as malleable as water or dense as a neutron star, making the ship's weight enough to distort space and time around it.
It's energy shields were triple-layered AT (All Terror) Fields powered by an artificial quasar within the ship's superstructure's stern. With it, the Outer Heaven could swim across suns and even back and forth across a black hole's event horizon by emitting massive amounts of gamma radiation like suns do to prevent their own collapse.
The ship itself comfortably support a non-working crew of twenty million along with holding an entire fleet of hundreds of ships within, as well as a planetary invasion army/ship defense crew of 130 million A.I. cyborgs. It carries an entire city about thirty miles in diameter near the stern behind the command section and has several geo-fronts that act as nature preserves, defensive battlefields, and food/wildlife farms. Massive tendrils trailing from the rear of the ship for hundreds of miles are used to refuel the quasar by siphoning, and devour if need be, entire stars.
This ship was built to be the safest place for Sing's children and thanks to the efforts brought on by her eldest son, it was a reality that saved millions of lives when the Obelisk activated.
Now, here they were, in an entire uncatalogued galaxy cluster that didn't match anything in their databases. The first thing the son did was make sure his command crew were okay. The various A.I.s and Nymphs were all unharmed though they expressed concerns about their situation. The next issue was checking the status of the ship. 'All clear' was given again and again by the station chiefs. The sub-dimension phasing and weapons were all in working order though the power sphere that contained the quasar which powered the ship was strained. They'd have to run maintenance checks a few times to be sure of its stability.
The eldest son stood from his throne-like command chair, his stature a towering eight feet even. His singular, large eye with a purple pupil covered in half-gear-like white spots focused on the dozens of screens displaying the ship's numerous systems.
"Quickly, I want to confirm the status of all our birth worlds, followed by our colonies and space stations!" his deep, powerful voice threw the staff into another flurry of motion. They were quick on the report though the Nymph sounded distressed, much to his angst.
"Eldest Brother, I've confirmed four of the eight birth worlds still tied to our system. A few anchors came up and the tethers were snapped and torn by the vortex."
A gasp escaped the brother's mouth followed by him falling to his knees, his weight and density sending an echo through the silent command center. A pair of Evolved Ikaros that stood waiting by his throne rushed to his side. Their scanners showed he was suffering from a very rapid heart rate, labored breathing, and erratic brain activity, all clear signs of an oncoming panic attack.
None could blame him. He was personally created to protect his younger sisters and in the blink of an eye, half of them were yanked from his embrace with him powerless to save them. To their surprise and clear worry, he recovered quickly, regaining his feet with the steady and strong hands of his guards who only stood at six feet even. Perspiration was evident over his body that wasn't covered by advance armor, armor that felt like it was constricting his lungs and heart a moment ago. He steadied his breathing before commanding the staff to continue with the report.
In the end, out of the 40k plus colonies they had, a little over 35 thousand were able to send back a signal, the rest lost somewhere in time and space. Of the large space stations that served as extra-solar and interplanetary docks, fortresses, supply and communication hubs, only half were responding, creating several large gaps in their defense network and supply lines.
"First order, put all combat ready fleets in the highest level of alert. They better be ready to fire at the snap of a finger if a hostile is sighted. Second order is the reconnecting of all supply lines linking us to our colonies and space stations. There are holes in our wall and I will not have thieves or bandits sneaking through. Third order will be the awakening of our remaining siblings after we have secured our space. Fourth order, I want recon fleets established, mobilized and sent out to the closest sectors of space outside our territory. They will report their findings to us and if any trace of our defenders or siblings are discovered, I want rescue and security fleets deployed immediately. Birth worlds take top priority, followed by space stations and colonies. My final order is as you're carrying out these orders, I want to try and establish a link to the Zero Dimension. I have to know if freeing our mother is still possible."
His orders were carried out with efficiency beyond those of flesh soldiers such as Humans, Turians, Forerunners, or Eldars. He looked at them all work with silent pride. They'd be trained to the best that was possible with the time frame they were set with. He couldn't be a more proud big brother.
"I will find our lost family, Mother, and we'll all be waiting there when we break you out of that prison. I swear on the name you gifted me upon my creation."
A call to him from one of the communication stations silenced the room. "Sir, we've made contact with Grand Primal Commander Code: Nemesis' defense fleet of one of our missing birth worlds! They were anchored to the planet when it snapped and they appeared in a system inhabited by a Human Commander. They are currently being engaged."
A relieved sigh flowed from his mouth, a single tear moistening his large eye at the good news. If there's one, the other three could possibly be around here, but the news of a Human Commander near them means the galaxies, or at the least parts of them, are mixed up, like a stained glass window of different colors representing parts of different galaxies.
"Send out the 33rd and 58th fleets that are closest to them. As much as I want to send the Outer Heaven myself, given this unexpected news, it would make sense that it's possible for Human Commanders to somehow appear within our territory, within the holes of our network since we haven't spotted any yet. I want all birth worlds heavily defended and those holes plugged ASAP. Crush all Humans you find."
"As you command, Lord Boros."
This chapter was very hard to write as it required alot of thinking and brainstorming. As for Sing's apparent immortality without the Respawn system, well, I wanted to add some mystery to her character that was hinted at by the details from her titles. This court martial was almost 1000 years before the current setting.
Lu Bane Na signing off.