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“Rip, settle down, come on." I hear my father's tired voice from the couch. he was in just his boxers, his thick glasses barely hanging from his muzzle. “And don't stand so close to the Holo. Carlile would have my head on a pike if she finds out I let you watch it when you should be asleep." He continues, referencing my mother.

“But dad!" My squeaky voice protests. I run up to him and tackle his belly with my head, he lets out a grunt but not much else. My small frame cant really hurt his fatty frame. “It's the Heroes!" I shake him with my little paws, not understanding how could he not share my excitement. “THEY HAVE SUPERPOWERS!" I continue with glee and wonder only a toddler could. “SHOOM. PEW. PEW. LASER FINGERS!!" I pretend to fire beams and imaginary powers from my little fingers.

“Light Bearers, Ripley, and no, it's not really powers- OOF!" I jump on his belly again.

“I'M A LIGHT CARRIER! You are under arrest, villain!" I giggle, pointing at him with the tip of one of my claws. “Hand over your snacks or I'll fry you!"

He did get fried. Just not in this particular way.

I turn around. looking for the origin of the voice.

What was that?

This wasn't how it happened.

“Light Bearers, Ripley." I hear my father sigh, tired. I turn my head to him.

“Why are they called Light Bearers?" I tilt one ear to one side and my head to the other in confusion. My nose takes in the smell of caffeine on my dad's breath.

Is that all you remember about him?

Who is-?

“Well, that's easy." Dad's voice grounds me again. I listen intently like every kid does when curious. “It's not the correct term, but it's because their eyes glow different colors depending on how strong, rare, or excentric their 'powers' are,." he continues. He boops my nose with his finger affectionately. “Remember the color scale I showed you the other time?"

I rub my nose, smiling. He was always playful, almost like he himself was a kid. “Yeah. the one that goes from red to purple."

“Violet, Rip." He gently corrects it, I repeat it under my breath to make sure it sticks in my memory. "But yes, Akashic Energy, or 'Light' as many call it, is the manifestation of conscious thought and will into raw energy, and the more to each end of the color scale it looks, the rarer and stronger it is." He continues playfully booping my nose again and again.

I playfight against his booping. “My favorite color is red, that was at…" I think for a moment trying to remember his lessons. “the very start, that's the strongest right?- Hiya!" I successfully karate chop one of his boops with a hand.

“Ow!" He fakes the pain with a smile, then he continues his conversation with me. “One of the rarer but by far not the strongest, its low energy frequency is best suited for very fine control and flexible use… Those are way too big words for you, kiddo." He laughs awkwardly. Mom used to say he always did that when he was about to have a nerdy moment. “Blue ones are the strongest and scariest of them by FAR. They can blow a whole planet up with one skill!" He does a gesture with his clawed hands as if something is slowly blowing up, messy sound effects with his mouth and everything.

“Wooooow!" I watch in wonder picturing the power of something like that.

“But!" Dad holds up a finger. “Red and blue ones are very, very, very rare. You probably won't personally meet one."

You just met one a while ago…

Will you just-?

“Especially with all the drinking and fucking around you do."

…

huh?

“Don't worry about that, son!" That… He didn't- That wasn't what he said.

Oh right, you said-

“What color will my powers be when I become a Light Bearer?"

Yeah, that's what I said, and he-

Then he replied-

“Oh, son." He ruffled your head fur, looking at you with pity in his eyes, he would shoot down one of your first dreams at such young age, he would look you dead in the eyes as he said. “You won't ever be a Light Bearer…" He would say that… am I correct?

Yeah… He did say that…

It's best to face the harsh truth from the very beginning…

…

than to spend your life living a lie…

…

“Everyone is born with an Inner Light, son." Dad places his big hand on my chest, right over where my heart is. “But only a select few are born with the ability to use it. Even fewer are gifted with a strong ability… You have to be special for that." I feel him tracing a circular shape over the left side of my chest with his hand, it stings a bit. “And you, son…"

Are. Not. Special.

No, this… This didn't happen like that.

“Does that even matter?" Dad's hand on my chest is starting to hurt even more. “You can't even remember your own father's face anymore…" No, that isn't right.

Then look at him, Ripley O' Wain… Look at your father.

I look at my father.

…

I see no eyes. No ears. A faceless grey muzzle with a grin that is way too big for its own mouth. I fall to the floor in fear. the pain over my chest is even greater, even though that thing's hand isn't touching it anymore.

That isn't my father.

And you are not a kid anymore.

“Argh!" I bend down in pain. I hear a ringing sound and distant whispers. I realize that I'm no longer a kid, my body is adult again, the way it should be. I can see and feel the scars I got over the cycles of mercenary work… Work I got because of him… Because he left us.

“Because he abandoned your mother to do a job you can't remember." Its voice is different. It speaks without opening its mouth.

“Shut the fuck up!" My rifle is in my hand for some reason.

“No." The whispers get louder, the room we were in disintegrates into a black thick ooze. I can see the void of space where the walls and furniture once were.

I am panting, I can barely breathe… I feel like my heart will stop any second now. The burning in my chest was too much to handle. The thing in front of me steps closer to me, grinning. “Stay the fuck away from me, you freak!" I point my gun at it, but something tells me it won't help much.

Poor Ripley… Unloved by everyone, yearning for company and recognition.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shoot at it. Bullets just go through it. It starts getting bigger.

Impossibly bigger.

I watch in fear as each second its size triples. No. Even more than that. I'm not even a quarter of the size of one of its claws. I tremble in fear as it opens its gargantuan maw, full of building-sized teeth. I do nothing as it lunges at me.

In less than a single second, darkness engulfs me. My body trashes around violently, with no impact or sense of weight. Images flow into my brain, too many to recognize what they actually are. My screams are drowned with the thousands of voices filling my ears. I manage to recognize a few words in my blind panic.

“What are you doing this late?" Red eyes peer at me.

“Hi! I'm Maylugu, a pleasure to meet you- Oh dear!" Who da' fuck is 'Magugu'?

“Welp, he is dead. Can I eat him, Ace?" A wicked smile and an annoyed groan.

“Thank you for looking after him." Rika?

“I gonna rip out your sister's spine and make you watch as I clean my fangs with it!" A Loban I don't know with a nasty scar on his eye growls.

“I thought- I- I thought we were friends!" Is that my voice?

“RIPLEY!" Rika's screaming.

“I think I'm falling in love with you…" A feeling.

“DON'T LEAVE ME!" A huge dark figure wails on his knees.

“Mom…" A fated reunion.

“Ripley. He is gonna die." A friendly warning.

“I really didn't want you to find out this way." A mask breaking.

“You filthy mongrel!" Who is this female Loban?

“I'm usually drunk when I get to this point- ah!" I hear myself distantly moan in pleasure.

“Ripley." Gold eyes.

“Ripley." Green eyes.

“Ripley." Eyes like my own.

“Let's make a deal…" The point of no return.

…

“Rippy…"

…

I look to the side, there he is. Standing over the edge of the building. Fresh blood coats his torn clothing, burn marks, cuts, bruises, and scrapes covering his body. He looks at me with sadness in his scarlet red eyes. I've never seen him like this. I can see explosions litter the night sky behind him, a distant roar of something not belonging to this world in the distance, there is a huge dark spot behind him on the sky, a rim of intense violet surrounds it.

“I'm sorry, Ripley…" He struggle to get the words out, I feel tears run down my eyes. “I was wrong…" The dark spot gets bigger and bigger. “Guess we were never meant to win… should have stayed at Paradiso one." I think I'm saying something, but I can't hear it, he chuckles weakly. “You never change, do you?" I see him walk back towards the edge. I extend my hand to him, trying to reach out and grab him. “At least…" The dark spot violently lurches in every direction, an infinite black devouring anything and everything in all directions, expanding impossibly fast as it goes. “It was a good journey, right?" The dark reaches us.

…

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There is no longer an 'Us'

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There is no star anymore

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THERE IS NO LONGER ANYTHING ANYMORE

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Ripley

I wake up with a gasp. Air hits my lungs like a truck,. I feel like I was drowning just a second ago. What the fuck had that been all about? I have never dreamt something like… Dreamt?

What the fuck happened to me?

“Oh good, you are awake." I hear a voice to the side. Turning towards it I realize my body doesn't respond as it should, and I end up smacking the floor with my face.

“HA! What an idiot!" I hear a high-pitched cackle until it was interrupted by a dry smacking sound. “Oof!"

“You could have killed him or damaged the goods!" Struggling to accommodate my sluggish body on the floor I manage to look at the pair near me.

It was those idiots… Of course…

The huge Aswad'Yakul scoffs, rolling his golden eyes. “I know he is small and all, but I only gave him a really small dosage. he should just be paralyzed for an hour or two." He shrugs his huge shoulders. “Serves him right for damaging your scarf.," he spits to the side.

“Who the fuck are you calling small, bitch-boy?" I slur from my spot on the ground. I kinda feel the left side of my rib cage warming up.

“Isn't he supposed to be out cold, or at least unable to move?" The human replies, staring at me with what seems to be… Concern?

“Yeah… He is ugly AND weird," the dark canine says. The look he gives me is more like disgust or something like it. I try to stand up to smack his teeth in again.

I fall on my nose due to my trembling non-responsive limbs. “Your mom is UGLY AND WEIRD!" I spit back, the warm feeling in my ribcage more pronounced.

“Yeah, well- uh…" He seems lost in thought, scratching his head searching for a good jab… Not a smart fella, I assume. “Your… Uh… Dad? Yeah. YOUR DAD IS UGLY AND WEIRD AND… Uh- he SUCKED MY DICK!" Bravo, you dumbass.

“I DON'T REMEMBER OR CARE FOR MY DAD, YOU POTATO-BRAIN SLAVEY!" I try standing up again, this time managing to support half my body in trembling arms.

“I DON'T KNOW WHAT A POTATO IS!" He points at me with an accusatory claw as if that is a good argument.

“Guys…"

“THAT'S WHY YOU ARE A POTATO-BRAIN, YOU POTATO-BRAIN, POTA-FUCKING-TO-BRAIN."

“MY HEAD IS BIGGER THAN YOURS SO MY BRAIN IS BIGGER TOO!"

“Seriously, can we-"

“HA! MY DICK IS BIGGER THAN YOURS, POTATO-BRAIN!"

“ONE OF MY BALLS IS THE SIZE OF YOUR HEAD, PIPSQUEAK!"

“I'm seriously getting mad that I'm being-"

“WHO YOU CALLING A PIPSQUEAK, YOU TEENY-WEENY DICK BITCH-BOY!?"

“YOU'RE THE PIPSQUEAK, YOU GREASY SHITSTAIN!"

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!"

Red lines shoot out from nowhere clamping my muzzle shut, these lines are like those he used on me before, just insanely much thicker. Floating red blades materialize dangerously close to my throat, belly, temples, lower back, and groin. Looking in front of me I can see the mutt is in a similar state.

Okay, lesson learned…

Don't piss off a red Light Bearer.

“Mhm hmmm!" The Slavey tries to say. It doesn't take a genius to know he was trying to say 'He started it'... Fucking snitch.

The human visibly takes a breath. I can faintly hear him counting backward from twelve.

With a snap of his fingers, we are both freed of our forced restraints. The burning in my chest was no less noticeable, but my body felt more responsive somehow. Was the Coil helping with the venom? If so, that is a new something I didn't know it could do.

“Sorry Ace, I really was just-" The human raises a single finger at the Aswad'Yakul who promptly shuts up and says no more.

I barely have time to think before I find the end of a gun pressed into my forehead. The jet-black and sleek Riot-12 hand canon, green ornaments adorn its magnetic compression chamber and the sides of the gun…What a beautiful model. That weapon is one of the most coveted firearms in over a dozen clusters! I shiver internally imagining getting such an exotic work of art.

Had I not been in danger, I would have nutted right there.

“Now…." Oh right, the human who wants to kill me for my briefcase…

THE BRIEFCASE!!

“THE PACKA-AGH!" I say in a panic looking around for it, but getting distracted in a fit of coughing like crazy. I spit some blood after catching my breath, some droplets leak out of my nose too… weird… Though I no longer feel like my limbs are nonexistent and my chest isn't burning anymore. I do feel tired as fuck though.

“You are done?" I look at the red-eyed LighShitter, he has one brow up, and a mighty annoyed expression. I spit some more blood then nod my head. “The briefcase got crushed under the collapsed building." He adds.

Fuck, now how am I going to help Rika and the kids?...

Wait…

“THE KID!? I yell in panic. “Where is the kid that I was…-?" I see his expression soften, I think he is smiling under the facemask.

“He is fine, sent him to his mother who was close by under the rubble. After I got her out, of course." He lowers the gun. “Thanks to you I managed to get to you both in time." He exhales, looking tired. “I hate unnecessary deaths on a job."

“You are the reason they almost died!" I point a claw at him. “I lost the briefcase too. BECAUSE OF YOU!" I pull onto my ears.

Now, what the fuck am I gonna DO?

Serono's men… They are gonna go after my sister and her kids once he finds out I lost the package.

“One." He holds up a finger. “YOU started the fight, we could have settled this without conflict." He has the AUDACITY to raise another. “Two. The briefcase was a blank anyway, YOU are the package."

Wait, what?

“The hell you mean by that?"

“We were sent for a powerful artifact that was carried by a male Procylanos with scars, monochromatic fur, and resting bitch face." I'll ignore that very last bit out of pure fucking courtesy. “I checked the briefcase after it got crushed, there was this weird energy coming from the black gooey remains, really strange but definitely not what we were looking for." he furrows his brows. “But THAT." He points at my chest as if he could see through my clothes at the A.E.R. Coil wrapped around and into my heart. “That is more like what we were looking for. I can see the energy frequency coming from it. It definitely matches."

No. Fucking. Way.

“So…" That asshole, Serono got me this as a 'special payment' for a lot of money he owed me for some jobs. “Let me get this straight. I got this Coil from a guy named Serono a few weeks ago." I pat the left side of my chest. “And now you're telling me he gave me a fake job to- I don't know, deliver myself as the merchandise as if I'm a self-wrapped sentient present!?" There is no fucking way.

“Yeah, pretty much…" He shrugs. “Especially considering a guy named 'Serono' asked the Fleeting Lights for this last week, told them where to find you and your description." That son of a bitch!

“THAT FUCKING SCROTUM-FACED SHITLICKING MOTHERFUCKE-!" Wait… “Please tell me you did not just say 'Fleeting Lights'..." I freeze, hoping against hope that I just misheard the name. I look at him expectantly, waiting for his reply.

“Yeah, why?" Oh no… No. No. No. No.

“Fleeting Lights as in THE Fleeting Lights cult!?" Surely there is a mistake, there is no way that the most dangerous terrorist group in the known universe got PAID to kill me, right? My luck ain't THAT bad…

“Not a cult, it's actually 'The Fleeting Lights Group', but yes, we work for them." He confirms, mildly annoyed… I'm gonna die. That's it. Done. Kaput. Buried and cremated. Shited on. My ashes will probably be chow food for a damn cow at best.

Fuck my existence.

“Yeah, check this out!" The Aswad'Yakul finally decides to chime in by partially taking off his white vest. I ignore his outstanding physique to focus my eyes on the dreaded 'Grasp of Malik' tattoo on his left pectoral muscle. The black-clawed hand with its palm open is unmistakable.

Fuck this.

“No." I say

“No?" The Slavey says, tilting his head in confusion and looking at his partner for answers.

“No." I repeat, dusting my pants and jacket.

“Uh- what do you mean by 'no'? We still haven't asked anything of you-" I get up to his face, fangs bared.

“HELL. NO!" I practically bark at him. “There is no WAY I'm dealing with the most fucked up group in the fucking EVERYTHING of what we know 'bout Architect-Damned SPACE-TIME!" He looks at me with dangerous eyes, yet I continue. “YOU started the freaking 'Light Rebellions' six cycles ago. The event that made every motherfucker with the tiniest sparks on their fingers turn on each other, and kill each other, AND THEN KILL COUNTLESS OTHERS?" Like my mom… But I'm not about to tell him that. “You know the one. DON'T YOU?" I see guilt and the smallest hint of sadness in his eyes. I know he wasn't the actual culprit for the thing that would ruin many Alien lives, but he was still part of the group that did it. “MY fucking planet went piss poor after that-" I'm roughly shoved away by the Aswad'Yakul who obviously came to aid his partner.

That doesn't stop me, though.

“You try to kill me. Stab me. Shoot me. Poison me. Blow me through some buildings. Almost bury me alive under concrete and iron." I point an accusatory finger at both of them. “You fucking used SPACE MAGIC against me!" I yell at the human, I point at the huge canine growling at me. “HE is a fucking zombie! I killed him like thirteen times!"

“It was actually fourteen-" The audacity.

“I DON'T CARE!" I do, obviously. “The point is…" I closed my fists real hard, drawing blood. “I have done a lot of bad things in my life, and I will probably keep at it since it's the only thing I'm good at…" I take a breath, trying to contain myself. “But I would NEVER ally with the ones responsible for the suffering of billions of lives, MY FAMILY INCLUDED!" I'm gasping for breath after that outburst.

“You done?" He just says calmly. I truly have nothing else to say, so begrudgingly, I nod. “You say we are responsible for the suffering of billions of lives, even your family's… The truth is that, while it's partially right, there are a lot of things you don't know about what REALLY happened." He looks me dead in the eyes, with a resolution I rarely see in anyone. “And if your family is truly in need of help I can arrange their safety. That, I guarantee."

“Acey-poo usually doesn't guarantee things like this, so this means he is serious!" The mutt adds excitedly. “He turns me on when he gets all business-like, hehe." Maybe TOO excitedly. Thankfully, the human smacks him upside the head.

“Not the moment for your libido Styx. And, don't call me that." The human clears his throat. “Anyways, as I was saying. I assume you need the money from this job for whatever reason. I assume it's for your family. So…" He extends his outstretched hand to me.

“Let's make a deal…"

“Let's make a deal… “

The point of no return.

The words bounce around painfully in my head. I'm short of breath. I'm feeling nauseous. I-

I'm shaking.

I cover my face with one hand, feeling dizzy. Those words were just like the ones I heard in that fucking venom-induced hallucination. This… This is just a pretty weird and creepy coincidence, right?

“TARGETS ON SIGHT. COMMENCING OPERATION."

I see the huge dog turn towards the robotic voice with a growl, instantly putting himself between the danger and his human partner. The human for his part calmly steps around the Slavey to better assess the situation. I follow after him.

“CRIMINALS. CEASE YOUR ACTIVITIES AND SURRENDER." Sure enough there is a Council Syntho-Assault team in front of us. The bunch of bipedal tall robots are heavily armed and staring emptily at us. I note there is an autonomous Mech with them too, it's behind the hover truck that brought them here.

As if this day couldn't get worse.

“Great, the cops are here. Thanks a bunch, lovebirds." I comment.

“PLEASE. PUT YOUR UPPER APPENDAGES UP. DROP TO THE GROUND." They aim their weapons at us… Standard Council weaponry, how dull… Effective, but dull.

Unlike this bad boy right here.

I look at the back of the human, where two rifles are magnetically holstered to his back, however, my eyes run up and down the exquisite length of the huge obviously-illegal precision sniper rifle with the words “PIERCING" carved near the trigger. I recognize a fully customized death machine when I see one and THIS one is…

Orgasmic.

If there's one thing that the human could give me to sway my decision is to give me those precious guns of his. Just the sniper rifle would be enough, but the hand canon and the scoped assault rifle are still a huge deal.

“Now we surrender." The human says, raising his hands, motioning with his head for his friend to do the same. Oh yes, boy. Surrender those babies to me and-

Wait wut?

“Surrender? Did you just say surrender? Why would we surrender? Hell no!"

“Well, I need to meet someone inside the central prison around here and the safest way there is getting arrested." He says matter of fact with a shrug.

“YOU do that, I ain't getting arrested." The fuck is wrong with these people? This is why I prefer the company of an A.I. than other flesh and bone beings… Or whatever those insectoid beings that destroyed “Earth" thousands of cycles ago were. “I'm fucking outta here, pal."

“FREEZE." A bullet pathetically bounces off my shield. Those shitty weapons are like small bugs to my shield.

“Look I WAS, going to allow you a choice in the matter, but we can't really-" The human starts, but cuts himself off. His sclera turns black again, his red orbs glowing, staring in front of him with a dangerous expression. “Now, that is weird."

“What's wrong, Ace? you feeling okay?" The Aswad'Yakul dotes over the human who is just staring ahead at the robot cops but not actually looking at them. I turn to see what could be it. My enhancements have given me better than average eyesight and sure enough, I can see a dark figure limping towards us.

“Help! Please help!" As the figure gets closer I can see it's a male Sataria, the humanoid, blue-skinned, white-haired, slim Alien has black smears all over his clothing, which was shredded in some places.

“PLEASE. STAY BACK. THIS IS OFFICIAL COUNCIL MATTERS." The Sataria hangs onto the robot in desperation. He is missing an arm too now that I can see him better. My fur stands on end for some reason.

“Help, please!" He wails grabbing onto the robot for dear life while crying black gooey tears profusely from his eyes. “I swear I didn't mean to take it! I SWEAR I-AGRH!" He starts coughing a black tart substance onto the robot in front of him. This… Is really disturbing.

“Uhh… What is going on?" Slave boy says and for once I agree with his words. I feel like my life is in danger right now, and a similar sensation to the one I had moments before when I was unconscious with the thing in my dream.

“I don't know, buddy. He is giving away the same faint, weird, low-frequency energy the briefcase was emitting." The human replies. I see him reach for the assault rifle on his back.

“ARGH!" The guy drops to the floor, coughing uncontrollably and trashing on the ground. The Aswad'Yakul to my side pulls out his minigun. The bots charge their weapons, and I realize I dropped my rifle back when the human was chasing me.

“Here." With a snap of his fingers, and a flash of red the rifle appears on my hands. I look at him in confusion. “Stygian picked it up after he recovered. I'll explain later how I hid it." This bitch had stolen my-

“AARRRGHH!" The Sataria lets out a blood-chilling scream that doesn't sound like his voice before. He convulses on the ground while the bots turn their aims to him.

“CITIZEN. PLEASE. STOP INTERFERING OR YOU WILL BE DETAINED." The bots announce emotionless. He keeps violently convulsing, black chunks of gooey material flying out all around them.

This lasts for a minute or two until the poor bastard just stops moving altogether… Apparently dead… Yet, I still feel this primal fear. A basic instinct inside of my very being, telling me that if I do something wrong… I'll be killed…

The tension drags on for a couple of seconds, everyone on edge. You could hear the drop of a pin in this deafening silence. A drop of sweat slowly falls down my snout.

And all hell breaks loose.

In the span of seconds, a roar that shakes me to my bones is released from the dead guy's belly, from which a huge, grotesque sharp-toothed maw opens up. Tentacle-like tendrils shoot out, tentacle-like limbs sprout out from the belly-maw, writhing and wriggling with disgusting wet noises. I realize in horror that there are eyes running along the full length of each limb, worst of all, they BLINK.

“HOSTILE FORCE ACKNOWLEDGED. ENGAGI-" The robot is silenced forever as black spikes form in one of those tentacles and completely destroy the robot to shreds, suddenly impaling it and trashing it against the gravel and the truck that carried the robots.

The Syntho team wastes no time in opening fire against the screeching monster. The Mech however turns to us aiming its canons, the whine of each massive barrel would have scared anyone. Everyone BUT the pair of idiots I'm with.

“Stygian." The human says dangerously.

Not even a second after the hulking canine crashes into the mech with an unbelievable speed for someone his size and musculature. The Aswad'Yakul tears into metal and carbon fiber with bare teeth and claws and WINNING. I'm reminded how his species is used to scare kids into behaving with bedtime stories, now I can see why. He has amazing agility and flexibility as he climbs the Mech, tearing and ripping apart pieces of it, and using his weight to throw it off balance, keeping his own with his long tail while it grabbed into his victim and did damage of its own. All of this he did while letting out a high-pitched laughter that reminded me of some kind of wild animal.

Thanks whatever it's out there that Panini was working when I faced him, Otherwise, that could have been me.

“Move!" I got distracted so much that I didn't notice the long, thin, needle-like tentacle coming my way. It thankfully explodes in a gruesome show of black twitching flesh. “Get your head in the game, raccoon boy." The human says, holding the smoking rifle that just shot off the creepy shit.

Note to self. Ask Panini what the fuck a raccoon is.

I pull on one of the side levers on my rifle, 'The Devil', I hear the satisfying whine of my gun as it charges with an artificial version of red Light. 'A.E.R.' Maybe the synthetic cheap knock-off of pure Akasha Energy, also known as Light. But it sure gets the job done when it comes to blowing up some bitches for us 'Lightless' folk. I shoot it at the nearest tentacle, though each second they are getting bigger and increasing their numbers it does nothing to The Devil in blast mode. I use the opportunity to also shoot up some cop-bots.

I'm not getting arrested after killing the tentacle porn monster, fuck that.

I take a moment to appreciate the hulking maniacal Aswad'Yakul using his humongous weapon to shoot the mech and nearby tentacles to shreds with ease. On my other side, I also appreciate the dark-haired human blinking out of existence in a flash of red Light, only to immediately appear someplace else, slicing and shooting any nearby danger. Moving across the battlefield with a grace and speed I have never seen ever before. I smile despite myself and my previous words and attitude.

In one moment, the human appears standing up on the Canine's huge shoulders. The Aswad'Yakul doesn't seem bothered by it, in fact, he seems even happier as he laughs even harder, shooting more of his machine gun. The human for his part is constantly shooting at anything in his sight, facing the dog's backside, and using the advantage point to cover his partner's blind spot.

I see two more gigantic tentacles. One is heading towards me but 'The Devil's raw power in blast mode tears up chunks of it before it even reaches me, and those that do are quickly bounced off my shield. The other tentacle is heading towards the pair. Without speaking to each other the Aswad'Yakul grabs the human by the leg and uses his immense musculature to swing the Light User at the thing. The fucking Space-Ninja-Wizard-Playboy materializes one of his fancy blades, curling into a ball while flying to the air. Essentially turning himself into a spinning sawblade.

He collides with the tentacle, separating it into many smaller gooey chunks. From the cutting point, the tentacle grows a huge faceless maw with a glowing white dot and it launches itself at him. The huge dog intercepts it out of nowhere, smashing his huge body into it and using his weight to grab onto it and roll with the giant maw in a violent motion. The human extends his hand towards the dog, Stygian does the same for his part, a thick red line made out of Light forms between them each of them grasping one end of it. The disgusting monster is caught right in the middle.

“RedShift: Hadron Collision!" They both say in unison.

A huge blast of red light shoots out of each side, traveling along the thick red line at eye-dropping speeds,. crashing into each other right on the disgusting monster who was at the middle of the line. The ensuing explosion sends black gore and red sparks flying all around in a spectacular show of 'Fireworks'. I look in awe, mouth open at the calm, bored looking human dusting off his sleeves and the huge giddy as fuck Aswad'Yakul bouncing from one paw to the other in excitement.

Right here. Right now. I can finally see WHY these two are 'ST' level threats. This is also why the 'Fleeting Lights' are so feared, they have monsters like these two among their ranks.

A master red Light user.

An immortal warrior Aswad'Yakul.

Just what the actual fuck have I gotten myself into?.