Rey Reed Smith POV
From the window of my spaceship craft, I watched as UR Planet exploded, suppressing the anger in me a little but not satisfying it. I watched with keen eyes as every bit of Planet UR turned to dust, killing everything inside and thought of the messages at the same time.
It's not because I'm scared of the messages or whoever receives them; I'm just scared because I don't know where the message went or the kind of people that received it.
The rest of the planet exploded with a great boom, and I sighed in relief. Nothing cools my organs more than seeing my enemies crushed to death, including everything they had, loved, and achieved. It's the exact thing I did to every Planet that failed to acknowledge me as their god.
When we first arrived, UR was a beautiful planet with lush green forests, sprawling oceans, and majestic mountains. Its cities were bustling with life, and its people were known for their kindness and generosity.
To be sincere, I considered letting Planet UR live once I conquered their commander because it's the most lively and beautiful planet I've ever encountered since I began my quest. I had thought of killing the commander alone, forcing the rest to bow to me, and then appoint my soldiers to the Planet to monitor it and prevent rebels from rising. They forced me to do it because of the messages that were sent by their AI.
Before my attack, the planet was a mesmerizing jewel suspended in the cosmic sea, beckoning with its ethereal allure. It had cerulean skies that danced with iridescent hues, a symphony of shimmering blues and purples that cast a spellbinding glow upon the landscape. It had Lush, bioluminescent flora carpets on the surface, their radiant petals unfurling to reveal a myriad of colors that shift like living rainbows.
I could remember the Image of their gardens that my drone sent to me a few days before the attack. Yes, with the help of Reed, I created a drone, which I sent to examine my next location before I attacked it. The drone is more like a hologram with a sharp voice and video bugs, which made it easy for me to direct.
What captivated me most was the harmonious blend of nature and technology. Their earth had glittering crystalline formations intertwining with towering spires of metal and glass, a testament to the inhabitants' mastery of advanced engineering. Streams of luminescent energy flow like rivers, powering floating cities that defy gravity and float gracefully above the terrain. Unfortunately, none of that exists now. They had forced me to destroy it.
I can even remember the Nexus, a colossal structure pulsating with radiant energy that stands in the heart of the planet. When I asked Reed about the Nexus and its purpose, he told me that it serves as a hub of interstellar connectivity, where sentient beings from across the cosmos gather to exchange knowledge, art, and innovation. A celestial bazaar of cultures, this hub hums with an intoxicating blend of languages and melodies, a testament to the planet's commitment to universal harmony.
Nevertheless, amidst the wonders of technology, a deep reverence for the natural world persists. The inhabitants of the planet have seamlessly integrated their advancements with the ecosystem, ensuring that every step forward is in tandem with the delicate rhythms of the environment. Even during the war, as days turn to nights, their skies always come alive with bioluminescent constellations, casting a tranquil luminescence upon the land, which favors them very much and is the reason why the battle lasted for so long.
Unfortunately for them, everything is gone. The once beautiful planet that was bustling with life has now been reduced to ruins.
Among the ancient remnants of this otherworldly realm, my men looked out from the window to gaze upon a symphony of an advanced technological universe that we destroyed.
"Sir, we have a visitor!" Reed's voice came up, alerting me. "Another alien spaceship craft is approaching from 87 degrees southeast, with approximately 360 magnitudes, which may be harmful to our minor ships."
"Alert the rest of my men immediately," I said, turning to face the incoming armies.
This will be perfect. I need to quench my thirst, I thought as Reed changed the design of my suit.
"I need a lot of hydrogen to fly," I said, cracking my neck and moving to the helm of the ship.
"HYDROGEN is ready, FLAME GUN is equipped with FN FAL AUTOMATED RELOADING GUN, MAC 11 AND G11 ARE ALSO PRESENT WITH ACID SPRAYING MACHINE THAT COULD MELT THEIR SHIP EVEN IF IT WAS CREATED FROM TUNGSTEN."
"Is that really necessary?" I asked, rolling my eyes dramatically. Reed has been making sure to upgrade my suit with the latest tech after we encountered a nearly-death experience on the first planet we fought.
The planet had a shield that was built from Tungsten metal, rendering most of our attacks useless. The reason is that the Tungsten element is the strongest metal in the universe. Tungsten is an extremely dense and tough metal, with a tensile strength of 1,510 megapascals. That's about two times the tensile strength of steel! It's also very heat-resistant and doesn't corrode easily, making it the perfect material for upgrading my men's suit, and we also used it to create our ships all together with Adamantium, Titanium, Vibranium and Molybdenum.
Molybdenum is a transition metal that's incredibly strong and durable. It has a tensile strength of 1,480 megapascals, which is almost as strong as tungsten! It's also very resistant to wear and tear, which makes it perfect for our spacecraft crafts, too. It's also a key component in some high-strength steel alloys of our ship.
"If you don't have much to do with your life, I can't risk losing mine." Reed remarked, "Your men are already in position, but you will be the one to face the alien hoverboard. We will only interfere if things get out of hand." Reed went offline immediately, leaving me to face the rest.
Instantly, the heavy sound of the spacecraft came into my ear. I looked up and smirked as they advanced in their number; "I hope it turns into war." I mumbled.
Hovering gracefully in the planet's skies above my ship are the alien spaceship crafts that Reed told me about, their sleek and elegant forms defying conventional notions of design. Gleaming metallic surfaces seamlessly meld with luminescent panels, hinting at a mastery of engineering that surpasses human understanding. These vessels, hailing from galaxies unknown, are adorned with intricate symbols and patterns that whisper tales of a civilization's rich history.
With the way the engine of their ships was sounding, the way it was moving, and the flame that was emitting from it, I considered that these aliens were using Vanadium.
Vanadium is a transition metal that's not as strong as molybdenum or tungsten, but it has some unique properties that make it valuable. It can absorb large amounts of hydrogen, which makes it perfect for use in fuel cells. It's also very resistant to corrosion and high temperatures, which makes it great for use in jet engines.
I knew this because Reed told me he'd be making a new suit for us with Vanadium so we could withstand a huge amount of hydrogen guns, Niobium for flying in space, and Tantalum so we could store artificial electricity in our body in case we went to a late-night war, and also serves as a capacitor that will enable us to channel electricity direct from our birth planet; a huge amount of electricity that could erase a planet from existence.
Adjacent to these spacecraft, colossal battleships rest upon the uneven terrain, remnants of a past conflict that has left its mark on the planet's very surface. The battleships are a testament to the unfathomable power that once roared through the cosmos, their hulls bristling with towering turrets and weapon systems that lay dormant yet still exude an aura of formidable might.
Amongst the technological marvels, I caught a squad of jets equipped with cutting-edge advancements taking to the skies, their engines emitting an ethereal hum that reverberates through the wind-swept valleys. From the look of things, I'm sure these jets are no mere vehicles; they are manifestations of innovation, incorporating nanotechnology that allows for instantaneous adaptation to various environments and situations. They are also cloaked in shimmering energy fields; these jets seamlessly navigate the ruins of Planet UR, displaying a breathtaking synergy of form and function.
Nanotech abounds throughout the landscape, interwoven into the very fabric of the alien planet's remains as the ships navigate through them.
Intricately designed structures, now partially reclaimed by nature, bear witness to the fusion of nature and technology.
I watched Nanobots, almost sentient in their complexity, continue to maintain and repair the delicate balance of this forsaken world, a silent tribute to a civilization's enduring legacy.
Finally, a huge ship halted thirty paces away from my ship, with the rest lining up behind the huge ship just like my men did behind him.
A rope was suspended from the huge ship, and a one-eyed man with bald hair came down from the ship. He had glowing red skin, a huge scar that I presumed was given to him from battle lined up on his bald head, and he stood three feet away from him, taller than any being I had ever seen. I was even amazed at how he could breathe in space without oxygen or suit. It's something I couldn't do.
"Lord Rey," He went on his knees as a sign of respect, his head bowed with his hand on the deck of my ship. "Commander Garin from Gath Planet is at your service!"
"Analyzing the database for Commander Garin," Reed came online again.
I reposition myself, folding my hand akimbo. "To what do I owe this pleasure, Garin Gath?" It's a proud voice to show my glory.
"I heard about your fame and your quest," He began, still kneeling. "I heard what you did to Oz, Quart, Galindo, UR, and other planets that defy you. I didn't want Gath to experience the same fate; that's why I came to meet you with the best resources we had in Gath, which I'm sure will assist you in your quest."
"And why should I believe you?" I demanded.
Reed responded instead, "Because he had something you may want. He was able to track the messages that were sent by Planet UR's mother."
I don't need to ask Reed how he knew. It could only mean one thing: he had hacked into their system and database, gaining information. It's why I cherish him so much.
"Because I knew where the messages went," Garin said boldly. "I had been to the place many times without a number. I knew my way in and around the place, and I had different spies all around the place that the messages went to, including their group of scientists. My spies are loyal, and they will never betray me."
I arched my brows and asked, "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I've been longing to conquer the planet, too, but they had a strong group of resistance. I also want to protect Gath like I swore when I became the commander."
I took a step backward, taking battle stances as the man raised his knees and drew a blade, which blazed with flame instantly. He did the unexpected by cutting his flesh, with blue blood oozing out from his hand.
"This man had no hemoglobin in his blood!" Reed yelled in my head. "No wonder he's able to breathe in this freezing temperature without oxygen or a suit like you. He will surely be useful. We can even harvest him and use his organs to recreate you."
I smiled at Reed's idea. He's surely the best.
"What's the name of the planet, Garin of Gath?" I implored.
"It's earth, my lord." He said, "I need my lord to promise me sanctuary under his wind, and I'll serve him until death."
"Very well," I said, nodding my head. "Welcome to my arms, Garin of Gath. You will be my commander and lead all my divisions in battle."
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