Nexum 145 is a tiny, barren galaxy, holding no resource sites for people to collect from. Toxic fumes fly across the grid planets, with the worst being at the center. Temperatures above 9000°L (Luclem) can be felt across the planets there, where lava itself vapourises in the extreme heat, causing a concoction of various metals to blend through the air.
It is here that the headquarters of Industria Ordenia is located.
Tall buildings, dark in colour, dot the central planet. A giant container is seen covering the black hole at the center of the galaxy, where energy is constantly generated via the Zykslov process. Surrounding it are numerous laboratories, each containing a plethora of experiments being done simultaneously.
"Beautiful, is it not? Each container, each... room, so as to say, contains knowledge never seen before. We may have only an inkling of the vast knowledge that came before us, yet look at it! Look at us! Are we not Gods! We have built ships that can travel faster than the speed of light, reaching near teleportation, have successfully cured many diseases that were known to be incurable, heck, we even managed to achieve cross-breeding with different species. Yet despite all my, no our, towering achievement, I could not, for the love of my life, open that damned door!" With that, a fair hand is seen smashing a deep hole into his desk.
"Uhhh, sir, I just came to report that a signal came from nowhere." A bespectacled, wiry, hunched man, if he can be described as a man, stood quizzicaly, before snapping out of his stupor and handing him the report that came from the detectors.
"And?" The being in front of the window turned his head, expecting an answer that will be worth his interruption.
"Well, the curious thing is that while the signal is.benign in nature, something unexpected occurred. We don't onown9f its a coincidence or not, bit at the same time, the door at the center of the ruins suddenly started to pulsate, so I just came here to inform this."
The being swiftly turned around, eyes opened wide in shock, before a maniacal laughter came from his mouth.
Meanwhile, at the center of the universe, an old, decrepit ruin stands there. Broken machines, decrepit towers with arcane symbols etched on them, and fuming liquids populate the area, devoid of any semblance of life. But the most populous ofbtjem all were corpses.
Some were standing defiantly until their very end, with blood and determination etched in their faves. Some can be seen slumping over their weapons, hugging them as if they were their very own brothers. But all of them had smiles on their faces, peace visible in their faces.
In the center of it all, stands a forge, or what remains of it, it's embers dying at the very moment. Slumping beside it is a gigantic robot of epic proportions, half broken, with gears and slabs jutting from its body. It face, half scarred, still retains one, bright red eye.
It shone.