Commander Herman Wrath awoke in what looked like an incomplete computer render of a strange city. It had flat blue hexagonal towers of different heights that seemed to fill the entire landscape. The air was unnaturally still and the main source of light could not be determined.
"Don't call me Herman. I prefer Wrath," he said as he got to his feet.
The voice was coming from a floating grey orb the size of a football.
"No. Just Wrath," he corrected. "I want no titles."
"Am I dead?" He replied.
"No thanks," Wrath replied. "I'm done. Just send me to wherever I'm supposed to be."
"Hopefully some sort of eternal sleep but I'll take hell over becoming a ghost in someone's attic."
"Like I said, I'm done," he replied.
Wrath straightened and eyed the orb with curiosity.
"Since when do mass murderers go to the good place in the sky?" Wrath asked.
"Agreed. However, I'm not making any promises," Wrath replied.
"I still don't hear your offer," Wrath replied.
"What do you mean by 'your universe'?" he asked. "Are there others?"
"You mean from what I saw on the UNS Omen"
"Revenge is futile," he said through gritted teeth. "I spent half my life chasing a ghost and felt only emptiness after catching him."
"If you're so intent on saving humanity why not stop me from making a decision that would doom them?" Wrath asked.
Wrath looked into the featureless sky and turned around to observe the barren landscape.
"What's the limit?" Wrath asked.
"Then I want the Skyforge," Wrath said before he could finish. "Repair it and give it to me."
"I know that it is a mythic class object the size of a large planet that the Enjarians used to build ships, destroy stars and move planets between systems... before they disappeared without a trace," Wrath said.
"No," Wrath answered curtly.
"Yes."