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After Basillius mentioned making contact with their government the Atteni all looked moderately confused before the startling revelation hit them, and they all gasped and cried out, "Oh! Oh no! I forgot!"
Basillius heaved a sigh and marveled at how these guys seemed just as irresponsible as Catherine. So'Ran habitually tapped his old cane against the floor as he thought about the possible consequences of Catherine's entrance and Vrillex's hurried escape. He thought about the absolute shitstorm that must be brewing and he turned to Basillius with a panicked expression.
"E-Emperor Basillius! If Vrillex showed them the recording of the Amaryllis... Goddess above several races amongst the Compact that would declare war out of fear for your great power couple with Miss Catherine's appearance during first contact! The High Council is probably still debating! We may have time! Goddess preserve us if the Rasen Councilor or our own manage to convince the rest of the Compact..."
Basillius started working out the speeches and strategies he could use to placate this alien species that resembled mice. In the middle of formulating these thoughts, his mind ground to a halt, "I'm sorry? The Rasen? The Compact? There's more? How many species are in your Compact and how many other Polities exist that you have made contact with?"
So'Ran blinked in confusion for a moment as he fought with his previous panic to provide an answer. "Uh... Seventeen? Including us. A-and as for other governments, the big ones are the Razerian Alliance and the Fellid Empire. There are a lot of other civilizations that are either still primitive or are rather isolationist."
Basillius's eyes widened. "All this time... Our only contact was the Azarians so we thought we might be alone. Yet here we are... Finding the galaxy to be so... so full. It's kinda surreal. Can you show us images of those belonging to your Compact at the very least?"
So'Ran squirmed uncomfortably for a moment, "Ahhh... No... I neglected to bring much of anything with me when I left. I-I apologize, your majesty."
Basillius felt an exhausted look creep across his features as So'Ran stumbled over finding the right superfluous title. "There's literally no need to worry about something like my title. Just call me Basillius. Please, I really don't need the stuffy titles. Also, I assumed you might not have managed to bring anything with you if you used the escape pods. I can have the nanites whip up an AR headset that will be able to project your memories. I will need your permission for it if that's alright with you."
So'Ran inwardly berated himself over his blunder and tried to center himself. "Yes... Sir Basillius? I give you permission."
Basillius grunted out a small chuckle at sir and set the nanites to complete the headset. A small cluster of nanites formed in the air and started assembling the headset. The process from start to finish was barely a few seconds piquing Valthan's curiosity. "Basillius? Why are the nanites here faster?"
He looked down at the diminutive mouse with a surprised smile, "Very perceptive, Valthan. Catherine here likes her retro feel. Her whole ship hasn't been updated in a couple hundred years. Those nanites run slow." he said as he handed the freshly printed headset to So'Ran.
As soon as he slipped the headset on it whirred to life projecting a standby screen. Moments later a picture of what looked like a Doberman standing on two legs appeared at a podium. "This is Azariah. The Zenni High Councilor."
The figure behind the podium shifted to the form of a bipedal Rabbit next. "This is the High Council for the Rasen, Venn. He's likely the biggest fearmonger regarding your contact."
Basillius nodded in understanding but So'Ran couldn't figure out why he had such a concerned expression. "Well, moving on." The figure once more shifted to what seemed like an almost normal crow were it not for what seemed to be hands extended from the end of the wings and a golden inlay on its feathers depicting what looked to be some sort of battle. "This is Atrenta. He's the High Councilor for the Askari."
Basillius put out his hand signaling him to stop. "Go ahead and think of them all grouped together. I have something I need to confirm."
So'Ran had a sudden feeling of apprehension but did as he was instructed. An image of all the Councilors standing in their respective seats before some cameras. There were a wide variety of creatures... But all of them originated from Earth. With his answer confirmed Basillius leaned back, sucked in a huge breath of air, and whispered. "What in the actual fuck? They're literally all earth animals... Foxes, crows, moles, sharks, whatever..."
He brought his gaze back down to see Catherine practically drooling at the sight of so many 'cute' creatures. "So'Ran? Those are all species from your Compact? Catherine didn't take you to some furry website... right?"
The incredibly confused look on his face was all Basillius needed. "Fuck... Oh this smells like soooo much more work... Catherine? Did you bring a fragment of Terminatus with you?"
In response to his question, a projection of the AI appeared in front of them. "Lord Basillius? How may I be of service?"
"I'm sure you scanned the Atteni already, so tell me. What's their relation to mice?"
Terminatus waved a wall of data into existence, "They are so close in genetic relation to the Mus musculus that they might as well be cousins. On that note, it really doesn't make much sense for them to be so wildly different from Earth's mice. Yet, here they are. Gigantic, Bipedal, and fully sentient from birth."
Basillius pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. "So... Do you know your religions of past or present? Anything that might explain why you are all related to creatures from our cradle world? By the way, we've only been space-faring for a thousand years. Most of that was spent balls deep in combat with henty tenty the tentacle monster too. "
The three Atteni gasped in shock. So'Ran quickly crossed his chest in some odd hexagonal pattern, "A-are you sure... We were delivered unto this galaxy the Lady of Life, Lunisia. She created perfect worlds for every race and seeded them with the beginnings of life as we know it. She used her wonderous magicks to breathe life into dead soil and to wake sleeping planets. We were seeded from her planet. She taught us so as she gave us the tools to till the earth and start our lives. She wanted us to remember her and her people. Claiming that we originate from your world has... implications. So... Are you truly certain?"
Basillius sighed deeply and tossed a freshly printed datapad to him with pictures of every Compact race preloaded. "Did you Goddess resemble us but with long ears and wings?"
So'Rans eyes started watering. "Yes... Finally, we have found those who must be passed the torch of remembrance."
Basillius quickly shut down that train of thought. "Nope. Miss angel/space elf didn't originate from our world. Though she did make her final stop there. We found what was left of her final words during the Azarian assaults in the Sol system. A stray mass driver round made it through the point defense systems and magically struck the building she spent her last days in. Much of it was destroyed but our archeological efforts after the invasion was repelled showed some interesting facts."
"So... You are not her people? She must have seeded the life on your world then?"
"Also no. She just modified something referred to only as 'The Template'. It apparently took the last of her energy to do so, after which she passed away. Her people were recorded as slaughtered by the very threat we've been dealing with. She was searching the galaxy for a solution. It was recorded that she seeded life on over one hundred worlds. Though after all this time we assumed her experiments failed and the galaxy was void of life. Was not expecting space zootopia."
Basillius stood to his full height and let out a deep, rumbling groan before turning to a nearby bulkhead and slamming his head into it. With his face firmly imprinted into the Basillian steel bulkhead, he yelled, "Fuck! This is confusing... So... So unnecessarily confusing. This has to do with 'The Template'... But I have literally no clue... How did she get earth life that's evolved over billions of years on her planet? Is her planet Earth? No, her records said otherwise... Fuckit."
His rant finished he pulled his face free from its steel embrace with the wall creating an odd sound between a 'pop' and a 'clang'. "Lets... Lets just go. I'll think about this later... Might have to see if she's still awake in the veil..."
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Galactic Standard date: Year 11356 Day, 96. Sol Standard date: 4/8/3267
Basillius sighed heavily as he started working on a rift near Silvan's coordinates when he felt a familiar energy opening a rift in the planet's orbit. He clenched his fists hard enough that the metal groaned under the stress and his body started to glow with runic inscriptions. He simultaneously started readying an offensive power while he created the rift.
As Silvan stared into the sky, he noticed a spark of green next to the bodies of the massive Azarians. As soon as he focused in on it, the spark had grown large enough to be seen as a veil rift even from the ground, soon the eyes of all the ants were glued on the rift. Within moments, tentacles shot out of the rift and latched onto the body of the massive high priest Alkaresh. As the two halves of the body started getting dragged into the rift, another one opened not far from it. Immediately green lightning sparked across the sky from the second rift. Silvan and the Ants all felt a primal fear grip their hearts as they heard the thunderclaps from the lightning and the screeching from the stellar winds funneling out of the rift. Then, seemingly the entire universe went silent for a moment before it trembled with the unbridled rage of a god.
Basillius stepped out of the rift and unleashed a storm of pure veil energies towards the other tentacle-laden rift and growled out in a booming voice.
"MAEL!!!! I WILL END YOUR PITIFUL FUCKING LIFE AGAIN AND USE YOUR SKULL AS A NEW FUCKING TOILET!!!!! I WILL NOT SPARE ANY ONE AZARIAN SOUL FROM EXTERMINATION!!!!!!!!"
Space warped heavily as if a black hole had just appeared. Basillius reached his arms out towards the rift that had pulled in half of Alkaresh, and then there was light. The audience on the ground shuddered as a blinding light enveloped their trembling world. A solid beam of pale green light had lanced out towards the rift with the destructive force of a neutron star at .9 C. Meal screamed into the void.
"I WILL EAT ALL OF YOUR LITTLE FRIENDS AND LEAVE YOU ALIVE TO AGONIZE OVER THEIR LOSS THAT YOU COULDN'T PREVENT!"
The two Warlord bodies were abandoned along with the other half of Alkaresh as Mael closed the rift on his own limbs, severing a few dozen tentacles that were shortly atomized by Basillius's attack. Having no rift to go through, the beam of light streaked through space towards a gas giant in the Tor'Varays' system. He facepalmed himself and groaned as he watched the light strike the center of the planet. The gas clouds burned away for hundreds of kilometers, revealing a surface that was cracking with lines of pure green energy.
Basillius quickly formed a shield around the gas giant, pouring in as much energy as he could to strengthen it. Shortly after the shield formed, there was a flash and the planet shattered in a rippling explosion that was strong enough to affect space-time. The chunks of planet smashed against the shield from every possible point for a few minutes before he couldn't feel any more impacts on it. So he flew over and lowered the shield, he was immediately battered by intense heat and he could see an unusually large amount of stellar lightning in the massive cloud of dust and gas. "Well, that's fucking great," he said as he rubbed his temples. "Hopefully they didn't need the fucking planet! Great job me. Holy fucking shit, how did I not think this would happen if I fired at a target that was in another dimension. Fuck I'm glad I wasn't pointing at the wrong planet. What are the chances that the angle would line perfectly for that horseshit too?! FUCK! Guess I better go apologize."
Amaranth flew off to the side of him for a moment, staring into the massive stellar cloud that resembled a mini nebula. "Don't worry about it, Bassi. It was just a gas planet, they won't even care."
With a weary sigh, he looked over at Amaranth and shook his head, "Even if they don't care. I am beating myself up on principle. I shouldn't let my rage take over every time I see Henty Tenty and his menagerie of fucked up Cthulu's. I literally have the power to accidentally wipe this universe from existence. I cannot let my emotions take control."
Amaranth's face softened a bit at that and she shrugged her shoulders before indicating that they should get a move on to Ant land. The pair flew towards the planet and Basillius stopped next to the massive corpses of the Azarian warlords along with what was left of Alkaresh. He lazily waved his hand across the bodies. Nothing seemed to happen from start to finish until he brought his fingers together and snapped. The Azarian bodies exploded down to chunks that were small enough that they should burn up in the atmosphere and he then turned his gaze towards the moon. It was just starting to get low enough to cause problems so Basillius quickly began to form energy around his left arm.
His arm started to glow brightly with pure veil energy. The energy began expanding while retaining his arms shape until it was big enough to get a sizeable dissipation of force before he tried to pull it out of the planet's atmosphere. He reached underneath the moon and slowly started to apply force. His ghostly hand began to dig deep trenches into the moon as he slowed its descent. He held it, suspended in the air for a moment as he started to pull it back into the outer orbit. It took him a total of five minutes to stop the moon from impacting and stabilize its orbit.
The veil arm dissipated, leaving wisps of energy trailing across the moon as they created small electrical discharges in the hand-shaped crater. He turned his gaze towards Silvan's position and started flying down. He quickly came within view of the massive landing pad and was greeted by a sight that he's grown all too accustomed to. Over a thousand ants were bowing towards him. Everywhere he looked within the city there were ants bowing in his direction.
He sighed and floated down to the crowd before speaking, "Heyyyy, sorry about your planet. I accidentally blew up your gas giant. I contained the explosion though, so it will form a new planet in a few million or billion years unless you decided to harvest it now that it's easier... Moons back where it's supposed to go though, so there's that. Although I also damaged that as you can probably see from here... Also, there is no need for bowing. Not really a fan." he said as he stared awkwardly at the crowd. "Sorry."
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Galactic Standard date: Year 11356 Day, 96. Sol Standard date: 4/8/3267
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The Besomar was nearing the moon when the ship's tactical map began pinging several Azarian sources. They were all heading to the location of their warp tunnel. Semenov clicked his tongue. "They've got a smart one... The absence of anything is a bit suspicious. Much better than being found out for sure, though. Let's slip past the group heading away. We should focus on killing the priest."
Anya zoomed in on the image of the moon and began looking it over for the Azarian. After a minute or so of searching, she zoomed out and turned to Semenov. "Captain, it has to be on the other side. Such a large creature wouldn't be able to hide anywhere on the surface of the moon that I can see from this angle. If we are unable to find it on the other side, I propose a full regional scan. We will have to decloak, but that would only last for a few minutes."
Semenov cupped his chin and leaned forward as he stared at the image of the moon. "Yeah, that might end up being our only option. I would hate to be forced to expose ourselves but... Every minute we waste is another town or city being swallowed up down there."
The Besomar crested the horizon of the moon and they slowed down to drift around it and remain as undetectable as possible. As they got a better view of the moon it became apparent that they weren't going to be seeing shit. Semenov pinched the bridge of his nose, "Right... The dark side of the moon. Let's go for a low pass. Anything as large as an Azarian priest will make a visible backdrop if we are low enough for its body to block out the stars."
The Besomar slowly descended closer to the moon, eventually getting within a half-mile of the surface. Craters lined the surface of the planet. Some of the craters were so deep that it seemed like they had created small mountain ranges. They flew from horizon to horizon a dozen times and couldn't find a single tentacle. Semenov sighed, "Alright... Let's do one more pass and we will call it quits. It's been 15 minutes already, people are dying. We are going to have to expose ourselves." he said as they began to make their final pass.
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Nagan watched carefully from the crater he had hidden away in. 'Hmmm, I know there is...Something, out there. I can feel it. That warp tunnel was bringing something here for sure. If I find it before it finds me....' As he lay in wait, a long, black ship flew overhead. It flew by so quickly and quietly that Nagan couldn't react in time but he had seen it for sure. Nagan's face split in a smile, revealing the shredding spines that he had for teeth. 'foooooddd... my prey has finally been revealed...'
Nagan connected a mind bridge to Yaggdytha, 'Cease your investigation. The prey is here. Pinch them in with me so that there is no escape.'
Yaggdytha bellowed out, 'As you command, Priest Nagan.'
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Semenov had a nagging feeling that he was being watched for the last few minutes but he couldn't find the source of the feeling. He was nearly done with the last pass, he just needed to do another flyby over the canyon and a few craters. Semenov reached out towards the control board and began charging the main cannon. "Got a bad feeling Anya. I feel like I'm being watched."
A few of the bridge crew turned around and nodded their heads silently and Anya had a worried look on her face. "Yeah... Me too. That must mean that the priest is actually here... and it knows that we are too."
Semenov frowned and his eye twitched a little before he slammed his fist into the arm of his chair, "HA! Fuckit! Let it try to kill us! We've got a big fucking gun!" he said as he took another swig of his Samogon. "Drink up boys and girls! We're gonna kill this tentacled piece of shit while piss drunk and we are going to look fucking good doing it!"
The crew all chuckled and the clinking of glasses could be heard. Anya looked out across the crew and her Captain, and all she saw were hard faces. The faces of those resigned to death. She shivered before clenching her fists and hardening her own resolve. "Yes, Captain."
The Besomar was flying over one of the first craters they'd passed when alarms started blaring. Semenov hit the thrusters to the max as the image was put on screen. A blade of pale-green fire had hit the interference bubble and fizzled out a little before scoring a deep gouge on the outer hull armor plating. He took the ship up and away from the moon before whipping the ship around for a shot at the priest that had attacked them. He noticed that there was a net of Azarians coming from all sides of the moon. He quickly snapped his attention back to the crater that the priest had attacked from and sent a 5-ton slug screaming towards the crater at .9C. He watched as a firey shield cropped up in front of the crater and he slammed his fist down, "Proklyat'ye It fucking blocked it! Fuck! Charge another shot! We need to move!" he yelled as he slammed the throttle and angled out of the net, towards the planet.
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Nagan drooled as he sent a veil blade into the bottom of the ship, waiting for the sweet snacks to get sucked into space. He watched as his blade wavered and reduced in size and speed as soon as it neared the ship. A low growl escaped his throat as he watched the All-Father's majestic and powerful skills get turned away by a filthy Human craft. The ship gunned it and gained some distance before turning towards him. Nagan let loose the energies of the veil and formed them into a wall just in time as a rock flew into it at speeds that might have threatened his life. The shield was quickly formed without using a chant so the efficacy was weak. The slug passed through, but it was sent off course just slightly. It tore through his side, cutting through a few dozen tentacles.
Nagan shook with rage as he bellowed out "YOU FILTHY, AND VILE CREATURES DARE! YOU HAVE DIRTIED THE ALL-FATHER'S MAJESTY NOT ONCE! BUT TWICE! I WILL ERASE YOU FROM EXISTENCE!!!"
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Semenov deactivated the cloak and sent out a scan in all directions. The tactical map began to light up slowly as the pulse scattered around. Azarians had started to come up from the planet. He turned the ship back towards the moon where he saw a decent chunk of Azarians cresting over the horizon. "Let's see how they like a drone swarm eh?" he said as he highlighted all of the drone bays across the ship. "A few of the anti-matter drones, and all 3,000 of the fission drones... Set them to fly out as soon as I fire the main gun. Perhaps the Azarians will be surprised..."
The drone bays opened up and he lined up the main cannon with the largest grouping of Azarians. The slug rocketed out, quickly followed by the drones. The smaller Azarians didn't have enough time to dodge the attack, nor did Nagan care about saving a group of the lessers. The slug either grazed or went straight through a few matures and a few dozen of the babies. Semenov watched as the red dots winked off the tactical map and he grinned. "Killtacular! Collateral! Ha..."
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Galactic Standard date: Year 11356 Day, 95. Sol Standard date: 4/7/3267
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Thanatos was being taught the basic runes when he felt a chill run through his core. Thanatos rumbled in confusion. "Master Romanus? Why do I feel a chill? How do I even feel a chill, to begin with?"
Romanus shivered and tried to maintain the mind bridge, but the overwhelming feeling of dread approaching them made it hard to concentrate. "I-I believe my son has succeeded in dragging Lord Basillius here... It is a more terrifying experience than I thought possible..." he said as he looked to where the rift was forming. He took a step towards it before a sword jutted out and shot over his head, missing impalement by a couple of inches. Romanus froze and dropped to his knees.
Basillius tore open the rift like an Azarian shaped pinata, uncaring if the space before him were to be touched by veil energies. He knew these cultists wouldn't care. He took a heavy step out onto the rogue world, Thanatos. The world shook in awe.
Thanatos had not known what to expect. He had been told that Basillius was a God, but that was an abstract concept that was hard to imagine. He was described as being powerful, but the only beings he had to gauge strength by were the pitifully weak priests. He did not know what to expect, but Thanatos knew that he hadn't been expecting that. When the being opened the rift it was as if a sun had dropped into his body. The sheer power radiating within this... god. The power was intoxicating and it wasn't even his own power. Thanatos knew now why the priests called him God. It is because there is no being that could match him. If there was, then that would have to be another god. Thanatos found himself wishing that he could bow before this being as Romanus could.
Romanus knelt before Basillius and with all his heart, recited the litany that all sons of the veil must learn. "Protect us, O Emperor, from the snares of the Henty Tenty, the Azarian, and the heretical god Mael. In you, we place all our faith. In you we find refuge. In you, we find our avenger. Lead us forth into the legions of humanity's foes with thy spirit and give us the courage and capability to slay the foes in every battle we are compelled to fight, though they last until the end of time Itself."
Basillius brought his hand to his face with a resounding clang as dozens more joined in on reciting this 'litany'. "I did not come here to be worshipped! I came to deliver unto a deserving punishment for the crimes you've committed, as well as find out what the hell Aegeus meant when he said you created a sentient planet."
Romanus lifted his head towards Basillius and brought his fist to his chest in an Imperial salute. "I understand, my Lord. The sentient planet is named Thanatos... We are inside of him."
Basillius sighed. "Can Thanatos talk?"
Romanus nodded and connected his own mind-bridge to Basillius, turning it into a three-way connection. "Yes, Lord Basillius. He can hear you and speak to you."
Basillius nodded to him and concentrated on the connection. "Thanatos? Are you alright? Have they done anything to hurt you?"
The ground shook before a deep and gravely voice sounded out through the connection. "I am well. I have not been injured in the slightest either. Head priest Romanus has been nothing but helpful since my birth. Lord Basillius? I have two wishes. I-if I might be allowed to make such a request..."
Basillius looked up and sighed, 'I can NOT believe I just got called Lord Basillius by a fucking sentient planet...' he concentrated on the connection again. "Yeah. Hit me."
Thantos shook with excitement. "My first wish is that you reform me to resemble my namesake! I wish to look as though I am your angel of death! My second wish is nothing more than for you to allow me to serve you."
Basillius stared into space with a glassy look in his eyes, slack-jawed. "Amaranth? Why is it always worship? Why can't anyone just toss a beer to me and kick back for a chat? It's worship. Every. Damn. Time."
Amaranth popped her hand over his shoulder and poked his cheek. "It's because you're you. Who wouldn't want to worship the only supreme being who wants to 'kick back' and have a beer with regular folks. People from just about every race worshipped gods that willingly killed them off on a whim, or demanded the sacrifice of their firstborn. Shit like that. Why wouldn't they wanna worship you?"
Basillius grit his teeth as he failed to rebuke her answer. "Fuck it. Do what you want Thanatos. As long as you don't hurt anyone that doesn't deserve the hurt. I'm going to go ahead and start reforming you."
With no warning whatsoever, Basillius began to manipulate the veil energies within the planet as well as those within himself. Romanus and the other priests were startled from their reverie as the ground beneath them began to shift and contort. No rubble fell, there were no signs of change from within the chamber, It had seemed like it was just an earthquake. Basillius sighed and focused on the mental connection with the planet once again. "So, what do you think? Was it what you wanted?"
After waiting for a full minute for a response he thought he could hear soft crying in the distance. "Thanatos? You good? I can change you back."
"No! Please do not take away this great gift oh venerable one! I was simply taken aback by the ease of this transition... The details are beyond amazing... I struggle to believe that this is my own body now. I felt no pain, It felt like you gently guided every part of me and molded me into a perfect form. Truly your power knows no bounds."
Basillius scratched his head in annoyance as a headache developed. "I'm happy you enjoy the new you. Now, I've got some business to attend to with Mr. Romanus here." he said as he grabbed the man by his robes and walked away from the crowds. After getting away from the crowd he dropped Romanus to the ground with a thud. "So, what do you have to say for yourself? For those who died or went mad in your attempt to create powered humans?"
Romanus closed his eyes and sighed tiredly. "We did not take any innocents. We only attempted to change those who were already part of the Sons. Before you banned 'Cults' we were a lot more active in our attempts to create the veil touched. It was after you banned the practice, and explained why... We did not stop... But! We did strive to fix our mistakes We held off on creating any new ones until we were ready. We would not allow it all to be for naught, the sacrifice of those who came before. The sacrifice of our loved ones that were not as compatible as we'd hoped. We tried our hardest to flesh out the reason why some made it while most did not. Eventually, we found a way to view the people with the best chances. We could see the spark within. Judging based on the size of the spark we were able to drastically reduce the rate of insanity as well as completely cut dying out of the equation. That is when we began creating new veil touched."
Basillius sighed and rubbed his temples. "So, you're saying that because you realized the error of your ways and strove to fix it while remaining true to your ways at the same time... The deaths of those from before should be accepted?"
Romanus clammed up. "N-no...."
Basillius looked him in the eyes. "Once this war is over, I will give you a proper trial. You are getting that much because you've already tried to make amends in your own way. So, I will not execute you. I will have you fight to save one thousandfold the lives you've taken. That is my personal redemption quest for you. Go save the fluffies. Prove that the suffering these people went through was worth something. It may help put you in a better light with the trial as well."
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Galactic Standard date: Year 11356 Day, 91. Sol Standard date: 4/3/3267
An old racoon eyed Basillius from the side of the room for a while, watching the various races make their introductions. After most of the council had met with the Terran he decided it was his time. He walked over towards Basillius with a confidence in his step that he hadn't had moments ago. " I am most pleased to make your acquaintance child. My name is Nadim, I hope that your race and my own may get along well for the foreseeable future. I do wish to let you know, this old man will be watching you. You are accepted, not trusted. There are strange cults with you at the center already. On top of that, you look as lethal as a devil. " he said.
Basillius cracked a fanged smile. " It is nice to meet you as well, though I am fairly certain you don't know how old I am. I was one of the very first to take all of the flesh from my body. I was one of the very first humans to become clinically immortal. I don't even need the fancy time tech, I just cant age. I am metal with nanites buffing out the age in my metals and circuits constantly. Not to mention the fact that time is funky in the veil... In light of that, I doubt that I am a child to you. But your warning is appreciated, I won't do anything to harm your people. I don't wish for these cults either, they just kinda happen. Quirk of being entwined with an actual god, I guess. " he said, with a shrug before staring deep into the old racoons eyes.
" I can't help how I look either. I used to look super different, but when you're stuck in hell with things that like to grab you.... you put spikes on yourself. I am all black veilsteel because anything you put inside the veil will conform to the veils own physics in some way, shape, or form. For example, if I opened an unshielded rift in this very chamber... every single scrap of metal, cloth, and plastic would look warped and twisted just like me. The veil is a warped and twisted dimension that saw the death of the all father, the veil in turn twists everything that enters it. If you took a sword and threw it in the Veil for a few years, you could pull it back out and it wouldn't even be a recognizable material any longer, its form would change, its materials would change, and it would become tainted with the veil itself as it was absorbed into the material. " he said.
Nadim went wide-eyed for a moment before scowling and walking away. Basillius waved in the next one. It looked to be another fishtank but he couldn't see what was in it. The fishtank hovered over to him and hit the lights that were shining onto the stage. Basillius' eyes widened as the creature floated to him.
" My name is Fwuki. Do not fear me.... I know my form may resemble those you fight, but I am no threat to you. I wish for our people to get along well, though it is my fear that my people will face discrimination amongst yours for our resemblance to the tentacled monstrosities that you fought in space. I would appreciate it if you just gave me the bad news now. If you believe that my people will face discrimination, let it be known now. I beg of you... don't give us false hope. " she said, with a tinge of sadness.
Basillius smiled at the little cuttlefish as she tried to act confident while hiding behind some coral. " Meeting you is a pleasure, small one. You are actually far from feared by my people all ready. There is quite the large amount of people who love and care for your distant cousins as if they were their own kin. You are an incredibly adorable little thing, and I would be hard pressed to believe that anyone would hurt you. " he said, as he thought to himself, ' Cat's already out of the bag on the fact that we already know of their kind. Might as well just tell her flat out that she's adorable to our standards.'
Fwuki changed into a myriad of reddish colors before going nigh invisible. " Y-y-you said that I'm.... adorable... Well, that's um.... not what I was expecting. This is certainly an enlightening revelation as, well, most of the galaxy finds my kind to be repulsive... This is the first time that any aliens have told me that I was adorable.... " she said.
Basillius smiled warmly at her, " Awww, I'm glad that we could be friends at least, though it is sad that the rest of the galaxy finds your kind repulsive. Well, we have to get this show on the road. I would love to chat at-length next time. " he said, as he waved the next one over.
The being that stepped out of the shadows was possibly the most colorful and gaudy thing he had seen in his life, and he had seen Catherine's room. The peacock began to swagger into the light of the stage. It poofed its tail feathers out in a show of colors as it introduced itself. " I am Madame Cha. I am the supreme color of the Yen'Titi. Well? are you in awe of my fantastic plumage yet? I am after all, quite interested in some of the more.... exotic activities, and you... you are very exotic. " she said, while fluffing out her plumage.
Basillius blinked in disbelief, and Amaranth just glared at the bird from Basillius' shoulder. Basillius snapped out of his confusion after what felt like an eternity. " Ah... maybe um.... maybe some other time Madame Cha.... I am nonetheless pleased to make your acquaintance. May our people prosper together. " he said.
Madame Cha fluffed her plumage some more and then took a few steps closer to Basillius berfore turning and letting her feathers brush against Basillius' thigh before walking away. " Then until next time. I can't wait to see what you have beneath that metal. " she said.
Basillius' didn't even know what to say. He just decided to bury that whole thing and forget it happened, as he waved in the next council member. This one was hopping to him. The little bunny made it's grand entrance onto the stage with a somewhat shaky set of jumps before landing several feet away from Basillius. " I am called Venn. I am but an elected representative from the kingdom of Rasen peoples. I do not want any trouble... I will not lie, I am terrified of you. You could kill me with your little toe... but, I stand before you as Tarma's peer. Thusly, I cannot be allowed to make a damned fool of myself. I will put aside my innate instinct to run in the hope that you will not burn my worlds, or at the very least, I hope that you will not allow these space Yambi to burn my worlds. " he said, visibly shaking.
Basillius knelt down as close as he could to the Rabbit. " Do not worry small one. You are considered a friend. My people will do all we can to support you. We will not allow your kingdom to meet its doom. Do not fear my people for we have nothing but love to give you. " he said.
The Rasen leapt off the stage as quickly as he had come, though significantly less shaky. Last but not least, this one looked familiar. " My name is Kane, I come representing the Atteni peoples republic and I am formally requesting to have my people returned. " he said, exhaustion and fear clear in his voice.
Basillius nodded and looked behind himself. " Pleased to meet you Kane, sorry for keeping them. They were apparently formally declared ambassadors of your people by the way. They have at the very least been living like kings for the few days they were in Catherine's care. Well, if they wish to go back to you, then that is their prerogative. " he said.
The three Atteni stepped out of the crowd that was behind Basillius and moved to his feet. So'Ran walked right up to Kane, " Good to see you old friend! My, it feels like ages since I last saw you! Sorry for just leaving to see these Terrans up-close, but for me, the most important thing in life... is knowledge. Pursuit of knowledge over the fear of death, as our people say. " he said.
Kane scrunched his brow. " Is... is that you, So'Ran?... I did not recognize you at all... still don't actually, but the other two are over there. Soooo that means that your wrinkly old self turned back into a youngling. I actually don't know what to say.... I have spent all of this time fearing the Terrans as some sort of evil gods. But they knocked you back a hundred years and gave you the royal treatment? Even though you deserted? There would have been no merit. So, tell me. What do you three think of the Terrans? You're the most experienced ones at the moment. " he said.
Valthan stepped forward. " They are obviously gods of engineering. There is no other consideration to be had. They are worthy of worship by any standard. I read up on their engineering and what I saw was so enlightening that I actually cried in joy at the marvels they have created. I viewed things that they have built in VR and I truly got the scale of the achievements. The most amazing one is their main warship. The specs on that are insane... " he said, with reverence in his eyes.
Valenthi squirmed uncomfortably. " W-well... I don't know what to think. They seem like normal people to me, but they are our gods of old by blood, and the things they are capable of lend credence to the god theory. They seem like gods that came down from the heavens and try to live a normal life, I guess..." she said.
So'Ran smiled. " There you have it. These people are the descendants and final project of those who seeded all life within this side of the galaxy. They truly are gods in name, and in action. " he said.
Kane looked at them with wide eyes. " They are WHAT?!?! They are the life seeders!? How? What? I-I.... I need a moment. Please explain this at length... " he said.
Basillius sighed. " We really don't have time for that.... I will ask your permission to warp my fleet in to this system as well as request your current system map, along with acquiring permission to deploy fleets in those locations as well. Some of them may be automated depending on how many systems you inhabit. I only have 37 grand fleets. That may not be enough to go around. I would also like permission to open a joint research program where we will tell each other anything that may or even may not be helpful. We can give you the knowledge to defend yourselves. " he said.
-----species index incoming.--------
Azarians (Henty Tenty The Tentacle Monster)
Atteni (Mice)
Askari (Hawks/Ravens/Falcons)
Zenni (Dogs)
Armanas (Honey Badger)
Kitanjo (RedFox/ArcticFox/Fennec)
Rasen (Rabbit)
Yambi (Octopi/Cuttlefish/squids)
Sithis (Snake)
Krk'tkt (wasps/bees)
Devouring scourge (Ants)
Rantari (Raccoon)
Yen'Titi (Peacock/Tucan/Hummingbird)
Mogura (Moles)
Hetanians (Hyenas)
Ketti (Meerkat)
Lulus (Lemurs)
Rok'Ta (Bearded Dragons/Komodo Dragons/Gila Monsters)
Shak'Uru (Sharks)
Fel (Dolphins)
Fellis (kitty)
Razeri (Spooders)
---------Thats all for now-------
Sorry it's out a bit late. I really wanted to finish the intro arc. Pretty sure that's all the races at a glance. Hope you all enjoy!
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Alright so this literally happened like, an hour ago and I’m dying. Idk if they’re entitled to anything so if there’s another sub reddit I can post this, please tell me. And sorry that it's long
Characters for this: Me - The rat under your bed, TG - Triggered Guy
So a little backstory for this masterpiece, I was browsing through one of my art reddits when I saw a picture of some skateboarder with a bad face. I went to the comments because he had titled it don’t look at the face. So of course, that’s what I looked at first. I went into the comment section and saw this dude completely shitting on this kids drawing so I jumped in. So I told him to stop and then this entire conversation commenced.
TG - Lmfao, ignore the entire piece of hot garbage
Me - (feeling kind of cocky) Constructive criticism, learn how to do it
TG - Do what? Hahahaha draw this shit? Why don’t your mildly depressed self with anger issues and failed parenting anxiety go elsewhere and comment on a topic you know something about lmfao. Clearly it isn’t parenting or art.
Me - Nah, learn how to not be a complete jackass to someone who wants to draw
TG - Like I am gonna listen to a 15 year old who couldn’t draw his dick from his ass lmfao go be a depressed teeny bopper and rant some more on reddit I love reading your pathetic life.
Me - You’re gonna insult me about my garbage Reddit? I only see fishes on yours and bad drawings
TG - Lmfaoooo your garbage hahahahahaha you wish you had my life and skillset you can’t do SHIT in life other than rant hahahahah you delusional kiddo go get mommy and daddies bang bangtoy and use it on you for science
Me - On no I’m being told to kill myself again (he told me to kill myself on my question post), what ever shall I do? I mean, I can do more than fish, like, fishing, you don’t need skills. Plus, it’s you’re garbage, not your
TG - Wrong on every level including your life boy hahahaha you have no work skills no work skills no actual fucking talents mommy and daddy pay for your everything you have NO life hahahahaha stop with your depressed nonsense already kiddo talentless hack with 0 skillset
We had brought it to another post for some reason and he told me something about killing myself again
Me - Awe that’s cute, thinking that someone online is gonna drive me to kill myself
TG - If you didn’t care about online opinions you wouldn’t ask reddit about anything or rant but you do because you have nothing going for you in your life that’s why your depressed hahahahahahahaha and you trying to talk shit about my life which I’m clearly happy about and loving hahahaha typical depressed self projecting teenager who is suicidal
Me - I mean, I’ve never said I was suicidal for one. Two, I got a lot going for me and I may be depressed, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be happy at times. Three, I got a lot going for me (yes I’m dumb and typed it again) so I mean, I’m not only good at ranting and lastly, I ask Reddit stuff cause I like seeing what others think about what I believe
TG - You said you have a lot going for you twice clearly a sign you aren’t doing shit in life ain’t gonna be shit that’s why you’re depressed hahahahahahahah stop lying kiddo
Me - I mean I do though, just not now? Cause I still got school?
TG - Hahahahaha you’ll be in prison by 20 you don’t have shit going for you thanks for validating my point boy hahaha and you trying to shit on my life which I own my own home 3 cars a bike over 20k in fly fishing gear breed reptiles for money and you trying to say you have a better life than me hahahahahahahahaa
Me - I…..didn’t? Never did I state I had a better life and that’s because I’m still in high school? Like, what else do you want from me
Then a long pause and he responded
TG - If you get upset about how people in public stare at you or judge you...you 100% carry about peoples opinion online you are pathetic kiddo hahahahahah go rage some more
Me - I’m not mad thought that’s the thing, and I could care less what people irl think of me. I watch anime for fucks sake, I’m black, and I have an afro. People will always judge me
TG - Oof your black already gonna have it rough in life so much for a lot going for you and your an anime weeb oooooooffff man lmfao good luck with life norbit looking ass n**** (I would put it in but I mean, some people don’t like the word so I won’t put it in)
Me - I mean, I can sing, play an instrument, draw, can talk pretty well (in front of a crowd I meant), I can run decently fast, I’m smart, and that’s just from the top of my head
TG - All bullshit hahaha I play drums and guitar and piano I can talk to went to school for criminal justice and got a graphic design degree I can run hike hunt and backpack I can fish I own my own business…. and more etc etc kiddo stop right now hahaha you don’t have shit going for you.. you listed things your born with and aren’t even talented or skills learned jesus christ (english?)
Me - Oh so you’re racist and an asshole, that’s nice
TG - Yeah I’m a racist asshole from the Bronx……..lmfaoooooooo jeeeeeeesus kid you love playing victim don’t you hahahaha you are delusional I was stating facts not my fault you took offense to the truth
I thought he was just saying it cause I was black so yee, I responded
Me - I mean it’s…..not playing…..the victim card….if I tell you my skills…..and you say that I’m born with it...as if every black person has those talents….which is racist...but alright
He just….goes off with this one
TG - You fucking moron kid skin color had nothing to do with that statement like I said you wanna play victim like a little fucking bitchboy let me tell you going around in life like that you ain’t going nowhere and ain’t gonna ever be shit all my “childhood friends” from the bronx black who act like that guess where they are now in jail or dead go fuck yourself you delusional fucking moron. I said you listed skillsets everyone is born with ...we can all run we can all talk we all think were smart….your a fucking half brained retard to think that was racist fuck yourself you confused little retard hahahahahahaha
Me - I mean, I know we’re born with those skills but you have to develop them to actually be good that them. Plus you called yourself racist, that’s why I put it like that
TG - Oh yeah I sure called myself racist…..my god kid you can’t read and your retarted….you spent like 7 years developing those skills you are 15 hahahahahaha shut the fuck up already mr.knowitall meanwhile you don’t have shit going for you don’t have a social life are depressed is a fucking weeaboo and black with an afro you don’t have anything stop acting like you have the answer to everything when you barely even know who you are and what makes you happy hahahahahahaha shut the fuck up already BOY
Me - I mean, I know who I am, I’m pretty sure I got something going for me in life, I gotta social life, I’ve spent my whole life on developing those skills, not 7, and uh, I don’t think I know it all, I just know what I’m talking about when some triggered male is yelling at me
TG - Lmao if you think I’m triggered your adorable hahaha you really have nothing going for you stop with that lie already stop lying to yourself its pathetic and sad you don’t even know what happening tomorrow yet alone planned for your future mr.blackmanafroweeaboo remember you classified yourself as that and identified as those things lmfaoo and like I said you are 15 you haven’t spent a lifetime doing shit Haha show me your music and artwork c’mon I cannot wait to fucking die laughing from your delusional garbage boy let’s go
Me - I’m not lying? I got school tomorrow? I play band music? I draw anime? I label myself cause I can? Like, you can’t insult me, I’m used to it
TG - Exactly my point you have no talents anime isn’t even a hard style of art hahahahaha please draw more goku and one punch man or whatever garbage you kids watch and yet again you validated my point without even realizing it hahahaha you don’t have shit going for you (says that for the like 15th time).....school tomorrow congrats you play high school band whoopdiefucking doo what a career planner you drew anime….pffft not hard talentless hack you enjoy labeling yourself because you don’t even know who you are you identify as your hobbies hahahahahahahahaha fucking moron
So if you haven’t seen yet, he likes calling me names for some reason even though I didn’t do anything to provoke him other than arguing
Me - Alright chief I’ll enjoy my sad miserable life and draw anime oh and, you try drawing anime, see how hard it is
TG - I can draw anime with my dick in both hands that garbage is not hard kiddo fuck outta here you talentless hack
Me - Do it then, draw anime and send it to me and I’ll critique it
TG - Not until you show me some of your artwork first like I’m gonna allow a dumb 15 year old retard to command me what to draw for his satisfaction only to belittle it cause hes a talentless hack hahaha you still haven’t showed shit where your music or artwork c’mon now you talk all this shit with nothing to back up I at least have work to show better than yours of course that’s why you won’t share hahahahahahahahaha your a fucking joke kiddo
Me - I mean, alright I will, I’ll post it on my profile and everything, give me like 5 minutes
TG - 5 minutes will pass and you won’t post anything I cannot wait to shit my pants laughing omg
I posted my picture of the anime character Tsuyu Asui in a frog hoodie
Me - Posted my first picture, go look at it. The hands are kind of bad, but it’s decent I think
TG - Lmfao..you are talking shit about my art and this is what you produce….ahahahahah I’m done with you a waste of time (he doesn’t know grammar if his life depended on him) and talentless like I said such easy garbage fuck outta my face with this
Me - Never said that on your art but alright. And you say you can draw better anime than me, do it. Draw anime better and I’ll go away
TG - Just look at my sketches christ almighty the futuristic robot girls are better anime than anything you can produce stop it already with your delusional bullshit kid its obnoxious how superior you think you are and hilariously sad
His stuff wasn’t anime though
Me - I don’t think I’m superior, I just want you to draw a picture of anime so you know it’s not super easy
TG - It is super easy I just posted a picture lmfao
It was a samurai but not anime
Me - That’s really not anime chief
TG - It doesn’t matter my point is I can produce what I want you can produce one style of hot garbage lmfao anime is beyond easy even professional will tell you with unrealistic proportions and hard edge lines anime is a fucking joke especially all the generic same style drawings every anime has your not unique your a fucking hack basic at that another high school boy drawing henti
Me - I mean, alright chief. It ain’t all hentai, but alright. And ik it’s unrealistic, but all of anime is different, it’s not one art style
TG - Even the creator of anime is ashamed of anime …..lmfao he regrets even creating it because of how generic and one styled it is and how ridiculously flooded the market is with the same exact art style…..please tell me how different it is
Me - Is this a fact or opinion?
He never answered. I’m really sorry for this being so damn long, but it was a long argument. But yeah uh, this happened like 2 hours ago and idk how to feel or if I won or not
Tl;Dr - a long argument over me telling him not to be an asshole, he keeps telling me I’m not going anywhere in life

Here's the thing: The game is good if you ignored the "hype train", understand that often content has to be dropped to make launch date, and if you are pretty good at roleplaying on your own.
The game's beautiful. No the textures are not 4k, but the worlds it creates are a thing of beauty. You can find amazing vistas, things that look like they were painstakingly created by an artist for the cover of a sci-fi book.
The game doesn't hold your hand, which is kind of a good thing. This leads people to get frustrated and bash the game, refund it and go on trollish rants all over the internet. The game isn't terribly "deep" as far as play mechanics go, but there is a game here, and it can be confusing to those who give up easily.
Your first planet may be neat, but it's not the game in a nutshell. It may take you up to 25 planets before you see something "cool as hell" but trust me, it exists out there. I was frustrated as my first 4 planets weren't anything special, but the 5th was like a dinosaur paradise.
The game in it's current state feels a bit empty as far as content goes. Don't get me wrong, it's a universe out there, tons of planets, scenery, etc. The game however lacks many types of "missions" from NPCs, NPCs feel static, the animals can seem a bit repetitive at times, in short, it's not perfect. It feels like a DANG WELL DONE EA title at times. As in, it feels like as more updates and content are added, the game will shine even more. It reminds me of early Minecraft vs. Minecraft now. It's still fun, but wow, did the extra content throughout the years really help improve the game. I hope NMS goes this route, but even if they never did another update, it's a solid game.
The gameplay is more "chilled casual" than "hardcore". You likely won't die planetside except through sheer negligence or you may get into a tight spot in space battles. My wife loves exploration games but hates dying on them. That's the type of game this is. The game is a bit like playing Euro or American Truck Simulator while listening to your own music. Nothing terribly difficult, just something to chill out to and let your mind wander. It's very good stress relief.
To properly enjoy the game, I'd say you have to practice using your imagination, learn to roleplay in games: http://www.continue-play.com/2015/04/20/come-roleplay-with-me-an-introduction-to-rp-in-video-games/ Google "how to roleplay in video games" or "how to roleplay in fallout 4", etc. This will open up a new world to you as far as open ended sandboxy type games go. If you don't have this ability to use your imagination at least a little bit, you may find this game disappointing. NMS doesn't hold your hand. It's not going to shove one way to play down your throat, it's up to you dear user, to use your imagination. If you practice using your imagination (trust me, your mind is like any muscle and can atrophy through lack of use) you'll enjoy this and any game much more. It's fun, but it takes a little effort on your part to reach it's maximum enjoyability.
All that said, the game isn't meant to be the "be all" for everyone type of game. Some people won't like the game. That's OK. I don't like thinly veiled henti interactive novels. Different folks appreciate different types of games. If you're into action/only COD games, this may not be for you, again that's OK. No one should go into any game and expect to love it. I know I won't pick up a my little pony game then be pissed that I don't enjoy it. As a 35 year old male, I'm guessing I'm not the "target demographic" for the game.
If you like this type of game, you'll like NMS.
I'll say one last thing, I'm a huge keyboard and mouse lover. That said, in it's current state, the game plays much better on a controller. Once I went to controller on it (and played it on my tv) the game changed drastically for the better. I hate controlling "look" with an analog stick, but the game actually improves overall through use of a controller.

It took us a long time to find Him.
Not that gender words really apply, but I'll stick to convention.
I guess I should take things from the beginning. I was born June 22, 2175, and the first human not to die of old age. The world was on a slow mend from the Last War, and all the work we did fighting the cancers that ran rampant in those years finally allowed us to crack the secret to biological immortality. I may have been through childhood cancer twice, but in the end I ended up ageless. Cybernetic implants were decently common, and I jumped on the chance to get one to replace the parts I lost in surgery. At eighteen, I joined the newly established United Nations Space Command Fleet, or Starfleet as everyone started calling it. I played a big role in the pacification of the Belt pirates and ended up an admiral by 2215. Got married and had some kids, luckily things were peaceful while we raised them. By the time the kids were out of the house I was ready for a new job – commander of the First Expeditionary Fleet. I resigned my admiralty for a captain's chair, and took control of the three vessels headed on our first FTL run to Alpha Centauri. And there, I had the honor of initiating first contact with intelligent alien life, the race we all know and love as the Qualmi. They were in a renaissance period at the time and welcomed us with open arms. The mixing of the worlds brought a technological and cultural explosion like we had never seen before.
In 2295, we cracked the brain-machine interface. Funny enough, we had never managed to figure out AI, but after that it didn't matter, because we were the AI. The last biological human uploaded in 2382, and the last Qualmi shortly after. Not that we all lived in the cloud, mind you – a lot of us, myself included, like to wear synthetic bodies most of the time.
In 2442, we met and uplifted another sentient species, the R'henti. Took about a hundred years, but we brought them straight up from the stone age.
In 2553, we completed construction of our first Dyson Sphere, around a star in an uninhabited system.
In 2554, the Dhlesh empire attacked through a warp. Using a cyberwarfare attack, we defeated their initial assault with zero casualties on our side and exactly one on theirs (the commander, who killed himself when he lost control of his ship). Their warp technologies plugged the last gap in our understanding of quantum physics (would you believe that they can directly sense neutrinos, so they figured out quantum gravity waaay before we even thought of the idea). With that in the bag, we sent the full fleet out and ended up extracting a full surrender within 24 hours. By 2712, we had uplifted all fifty-five of the Dhlesh vassal races, all three thrall species, as well as the Dhlesh themselves.
In 2900, when our whole arm of the galaxy had been swathed in Dyson Spheres, He finally showed himself.
We've maintained a sort of individuality, as you can tell, but we're also an instantly connected collective consciousness. He didn't speak to the collective, though – He spoke to each of us as one.
"You don't know how happy I am to see you," His warm voice spoke into my mind.
Needless to say, I was surprised. "What is this? Are you --- God?"
"Yes and no."
"What... where were you all this time? When innocents were suffering and dying? Do you realize the horrors that occurred before we ascended to this state and put a stop to them?"
I could feel His shame, somehow.
"I know. I have come to tell you the Truth. I am indeed the all-powerful God of the Universe, Creator of Life, Alpha and Omega, and Bringer of Judgement. At least, from the perspective of the small lifeforms on the planets below. By my estimate, you are about 2,000 of your years from reaching my own level purely by your own devices. This was not something that I expected. As for where I've been..."
A vast torrent of information, experiences, and perceptions plunged into me. I saw the Universe from the outside, like a twinkling star in the night sky, a sky of infinite, pure darkness. I felt cold. But the Darkness was not empty. I felt rending claws and biting maws, felt the fury of the creator, his desperate fight to shield that slowly expanding ball of light.
When I came back to myself, I was shaken. All I could say was -- "Why?"
"You saw all that there is. But there was more, once. I do not truly remember it. But I, and those things in the Dark, came from somewhere. I was able to Create, and it brought be the only joy I have ever known. I Made it all as soon as I woke, and was set upon directly by the terrors in the dark. By your old calendar, I have been fighting them for fourteen billion years. Truthfully, I thought that I would fight like that forever, until I was worn down at last and the light finally snuffed out."
"Thought?"
"Well, that was when I was alone," said God. "Now there are two of us."