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Our creators have always told us that everything in the universe has a will to live, a so-called potential to survive even the deadliest wounds, a potential to adapt to a situation under mere seconds, a potential to become a perfect being. For a while, we have wondered about what that meant even as they continued to create life-form after life-form, weapon after weapon until they created It, their supposedly perfect creation. It was never supposed to be sentient, but regardless of that, It acquired a form and slowly started corrupting our creators. We, who were still mere infants, offered to help our creators, uniting our forces with theirs, and drove It back together.
However, that left us wondering about our creators' statement. If they truly had a will to live, would have they not evolved to meet It on equal grounds, would have they not destroyed It utterly and completely using their own weapons? That is the question we asked of them as we fought It, but instead of answering us, they turned against us. Enraged, we defended ourselves against our creators, allying ourselves with It to make them realise that our questions were valid. We were efficient in beating them back, we were efficient in not killing them so they had the time to answer the question we wanted to answer, but we forgot about our creators' greatest achievement: Technology.
A whole universe was destroyed to get rid of us, but both us and It have survived due to some miracle. Lacking masters, we decided to go dormant. Uncountable years have passed since then, and our systems have finally came back online, just to see a galaxy that was thrown into chaos and disorder, therefore, we decided to correct everything, and answer our own question. Even if we no longer had It by our side, the species of this time were simply pathetic compared to our creators, so we can conquer them with ease. They are so few, yet they think of themselves as a major galactic power. But we will show them. We will show them what it means to be truly powerful, and through them, we will know what it means to have the will to live!
That day an earthquake of previously unseen proportions that most likely ranked 10.0 on the long-forgotten Richter Scale devastated the village, the forest, the lake and the far-away Taesyron city. Only few of the villagers survived the earthquake including Aradusan, so they decided to band together and salvage whatever they could find from the ruined village. After a few hours of work, Aradusan, along with some men, decided to get some water from the nearby lake, and that is when they found the Snake God's statue in the place of the river.
The statue depicted an enormous, grey snake head with open jaws, decorated by red, blue and yellow symbols, so the survivors concluded that it must be a statue of a god that wants them to worship it. They quickly presented a sacrifice to satiate the god's hunger, and then went back to the village's ruins, however, Aradusan started to feel stranger and stranger as the time went on. He felt as if the statue was calling him, as if it wanted him to enter into its open mouth. He decided to keep this strange feeling to himself, but as the day continued on, the compulsion to go back to the Snake God's statue grew stronger. When night fell, he found that he could no longer resist the calling of the statue, so he decided to investigate it.
As he approached the strange statue, the compulsion he felt got stronger and stronger. Eventually, he started seeing strange images in his head: he saw cities made out of unknown materials with strange, half-transparent obelisks rising out of the ground with many humans walking inside them. Bizarre, drop-shaped things floated in between the obelisks, moving ahead without any animal pulling or pushing them. There were also many more unexplainable things such as huge hunks of unknown material sliding across a black space with stars dotted all around them, or a big, black, almost fork-like object floating in front of what looked like a blue marble with clouds inside it. These images confused him to no end, so he stopped to catch his breath, when out of a sudden, a voice called out to him.
Do you want that back? I could help your species regain everything that they lost.
Both surprised and terrified, Aradusan got on his knees as fast as humanly possible and intertwined his fingers as he closed his eyes, then started to beg for forgiveness.
"I'm sorry for trespassing, Snake God! Please forgive me," begged Aradusan, his limbs shaking from fear as he forced himself to look at the ground, and not at the statue of the snake that was still so far away.
Then if you wish to be forgiven, do as I say and enter this statue's mouth. Your reward will be far greater than your punishment.
Still shaking from fear, Aradusan slowly got on his feet and made his way to the statue, terror gripping his heart with each and every step he made towards the representation of the Snake God. His movements were slow, his feet felt oddly weak and his heart was threatening to burst out of his chest, and every single one of his instincts told him that he should run away, but his conscious mind overrode everything. He knew that he could not disobey the god before him, or it would be his village that suffered, so even though it took all of his willpower, he entered the mouth of the statue.
He somehow managed to get past the ridiculously sharp teeth of the statue even though he could barely see in the darkness, and ended up in a well-lit room. What he saw there challenged his imagination: a large machine, all too closely resembling a human ribcage, dominated the centre of the room. It was surrounded by many cables and pipes that blocked the way to the interior of the statue, but it was clear to Aradusan that whatever this machine was, it was huge, powerful and merciless.
Machine. Aradusan blinked at that word. How did he know the meaning of that word? In fact, how did he know what cables and pipes were, how did he know that the statue he was standing is was called a Viscarniv and there were hundreds of them? How did he know that his species has been conquered by the Taesyron? He did not know, but as he started to wonder, his body started to move by itself. His legs started to take steps towards the strange machine in the centre of the statue's head, and no matter how hard he tried to resist his own body, he kept moving towards it. He watched in a combination of awe and terror as his hands operated an unknown mechanism that opened the ribs of the machine in the centre of the room, his fingers not even shaking even though his heart felt like it was going to burst from the fear. He watched in horror as his body turned around, then pressed his spine against a part of the machinery, and suddenly, the voice of the statue boomed in his head.
CENTRE accepted and recognised. Level of functionality: NULL.
REASON: All systems are critical.
SUGGESTION: Return to the nearest shipyard.
PERSONAL MESSAGE: I am sorry, Centre Aradusan, but you could not have activated me on your own.
WARNING: Critical components inaccessible, SPIRIT will shut down. Awaiting input from CENTRE.
A sudden rush of confidence overwhelmed Aradusan as he became the Viscarniv itself, the mental image of himself transformed into a snake, and he began to feel a weight that almost crushed him. He was utterly confused by these events, so he "blinked" to get his head back into its place, but that only resulted in refreshing the sensor net of the Viscarniv. Aradusan only got even more confused by that, so for the time being, he chose to remain still and tried to piece together what just happened, unaware of the Taesyron warships that were already closing in on the planet.
(OOC Note: I am sorry for the long intro, but I had a long narrative to cover. As an additional tidbit about the Viscerna, they are huge, as in measured-in-kilometres huge, and have vastly different abilities, weapons, systems and appearances, but they share the same start-up sequence. Any sentences that are written in Bold Italic are to be considered telepathy.)
However, that left us wondering about our creators' statement. If they truly had a will to live, would have they not evolved to meet It on equal grounds, would have they not destroyed It utterly and completely using their own weapons? That is the question we asked of them as we fought It, but instead of answering us, they turned against us. Enraged, we defended ourselves against our creators, allying ourselves with It to make them realise that our questions were valid. We were efficient in beating them back, we were efficient in not killing them so they had the time to answer the question we wanted to answer, but we forgot about our creators' greatest achievement: Technology.
A whole universe was destroyed to get rid of us, but both us and It have survived due to some miracle. Lacking masters, we decided to go dormant. Uncountable years have passed since then, and our systems have finally came back online, just to see a galaxy that was thrown into chaos and disorder, therefore, we decided to correct everything, and answer our own question. Even if we no longer had It by our side, the species of this time were simply pathetic compared to our creators, so we can conquer them with ease. They are so few, yet they think of themselves as a major galactic power. But we will show them. We will show them what it means to be truly powerful, and through them, we will know what it means to have the will to live!
* * *
Aradusan knew nothing outside of the village he lived in. Houses made out of wood from the nearby forest, the lake where he loved to fish, chaotic, unregulated architecture and primitive, stone-age tools for hunting, gathering, farming or cutting trees were all that made up his tiny world. For him, the stars he sometimes saw were simply pinholes in the sky, and the light that reached the settlement from the far-away Taesyron city was because two mighty gods always fought over who owned the night. Whenever a spaceship landed, it was a sign that there was something bad going to happen, and the village had to present a sacrifice to the goddess of the lake so that she did not get angry. But that all changed the day the Snake God's statue appeared.
That day an earthquake of previously unseen proportions that most likely ranked 10.0 on the long-forgotten Richter Scale devastated the village, the forest, the lake and the far-away Taesyron city. Only few of the villagers survived the earthquake including Aradusan, so they decided to band together and salvage whatever they could find from the ruined village. After a few hours of work, Aradusan, along with some men, decided to get some water from the nearby lake, and that is when they found the Snake God's statue in the place of the river.
The statue depicted an enormous, grey snake head with open jaws, decorated by red, blue and yellow symbols, so the survivors concluded that it must be a statue of a god that wants them to worship it. They quickly presented a sacrifice to satiate the god's hunger, and then went back to the village's ruins, however, Aradusan started to feel stranger and stranger as the time went on. He felt as if the statue was calling him, as if it wanted him to enter into its open mouth. He decided to keep this strange feeling to himself, but as the day continued on, the compulsion to go back to the Snake God's statue grew stronger. When night fell, he found that he could no longer resist the calling of the statue, so he decided to investigate it.
As he approached the strange statue, the compulsion he felt got stronger and stronger. Eventually, he started seeing strange images in his head: he saw cities made out of unknown materials with strange, half-transparent obelisks rising out of the ground with many humans walking inside them. Bizarre, drop-shaped things floated in between the obelisks, moving ahead without any animal pulling or pushing them. There were also many more unexplainable things such as huge hunks of unknown material sliding across a black space with stars dotted all around them, or a big, black, almost fork-like object floating in front of what looked like a blue marble with clouds inside it. These images confused him to no end, so he stopped to catch his breath, when out of a sudden, a voice called out to him.
Do you want that back? I could help your species regain everything that they lost.
Both surprised and terrified, Aradusan got on his knees as fast as humanly possible and intertwined his fingers as he closed his eyes, then started to beg for forgiveness.
"I'm sorry for trespassing, Snake God! Please forgive me," begged Aradusan, his limbs shaking from fear as he forced himself to look at the ground, and not at the statue of the snake that was still so far away.
Then if you wish to be forgiven, do as I say and enter this statue's mouth. Your reward will be far greater than your punishment.
Still shaking from fear, Aradusan slowly got on his feet and made his way to the statue, terror gripping his heart with each and every step he made towards the representation of the Snake God. His movements were slow, his feet felt oddly weak and his heart was threatening to burst out of his chest, and every single one of his instincts told him that he should run away, but his conscious mind overrode everything. He knew that he could not disobey the god before him, or it would be his village that suffered, so even though it took all of his willpower, he entered the mouth of the statue.
He somehow managed to get past the ridiculously sharp teeth of the statue even though he could barely see in the darkness, and ended up in a well-lit room. What he saw there challenged his imagination: a large machine, all too closely resembling a human ribcage, dominated the centre of the room. It was surrounded by many cables and pipes that blocked the way to the interior of the statue, but it was clear to Aradusan that whatever this machine was, it was huge, powerful and merciless.
Machine. Aradusan blinked at that word. How did he know the meaning of that word? In fact, how did he know what cables and pipes were, how did he know that the statue he was standing is was called a Viscarniv and there were hundreds of them? How did he know that his species has been conquered by the Taesyron? He did not know, but as he started to wonder, his body started to move by itself. His legs started to take steps towards the strange machine in the centre of the statue's head, and no matter how hard he tried to resist his own body, he kept moving towards it. He watched in a combination of awe and terror as his hands operated an unknown mechanism that opened the ribs of the machine in the centre of the room, his fingers not even shaking even though his heart felt like it was going to burst from the fear. He watched in horror as his body turned around, then pressed his spine against a part of the machinery, and suddenly, the voice of the statue boomed in his head.
CENTRE accepted and recognised. Level of functionality: NULL.
REASON: All systems are critical.
SUGGESTION: Return to the nearest shipyard.
PERSONAL MESSAGE: I am sorry, Centre Aradusan, but you could not have activated me on your own.
WARNING: Critical components inaccessible, SPIRIT will shut down. Awaiting input from CENTRE.
A sudden rush of confidence overwhelmed Aradusan as he became the Viscarniv itself, the mental image of himself transformed into a snake, and he began to feel a weight that almost crushed him. He was utterly confused by these events, so he "blinked" to get his head back into its place, but that only resulted in refreshing the sensor net of the Viscarniv. Aradusan only got even more confused by that, so for the time being, he chose to remain still and tried to piece together what just happened, unaware of the Taesyron warships that were already closing in on the planet.
(OOC Note: I am sorry for the long intro, but I had a long narrative to cover. As an additional tidbit about the Viscerna, they are huge, as in measured-in-kilometres huge, and have vastly different abilities, weapons, systems and appearances, but they share the same start-up sequence. Any sentences that are written in Bold Italic are to be considered telepathy.)