Paradise Violated
You approach the machine, but Salo stops you.
"Sir I can't let you do this! Who know's what that machine will do to you! It wasn't created by humans. What changes it will make won't be natural!"
"Out of my way! Perhaps you can't grab destiny when it appears before you, but I can!" you snarl.
Salo decides to use force, but you anticipated that. You knock his weapon out of his hand, and throw him down on the floor. Before he can get up you shoot him. You then don't waste anytime entering the machine. You press a few buttons, having a brief moment wondering if you're making the right decision.
The machine rumbles, and you feel it working. You also feel pain like you've never imagined All this new alien information is being shoved into your brain and your body is undergoing a vast transformation, its not just like you're getting stronger or smarter, you're becoming something not human. You scream in torment.
Eventually it stops and you collapse. You manage to catch a reflection of yourself in a nearby shiny surface. Your face is no longer your own, you look like a hybrid of human and something else. Your skin has a purplish hue. You know languages and things you've never even pondered or heard of before. Your strength and reflexes have also increased, not to unearthly proportions, but you can safely say better than you were.
"And to think, I had a fleeting moment of doubt " you say.
Thoughts of the Empire leave you. You have no intention of going back, you have other plans. You're going to learn everything you can here and use this knowledge to control the planet, and eventually spread from there you immediately get to work.
A few days pass and Dobbs wanders down. You'd forgotten all about him, the rest of your team is dead, killed by the Silver Sentinels. Dobbs sees you however and is in awe. He believes you to be the Xont returned, and he might be right. He swears to serve you which you take advantage of. The Silver Sentinels are then reprogrammed to serve you as well and soon power is restored to the entire structure.
A few more days later some Elojin interlopers arrive; they were setting you up and presumably thought you were all killed. When they reach your level, they're very surprised, and you make them pay for disturbing you.
More time passes and you manage to get a few surrounding Lizard tribes to follow you. They tend to see you as the "Giant Purple God" who sends his Silver Demons to punish those who disobey. You begin to do experiments on the Lizards enhancing them as well, they make excellent soldiers, and you expand your underground facility even more. The notes on mind control are extremely interesting to you as well.
Eventually Empire ships come and you send Dobbs to meet them, you tell him he needs to convince the Empire set up a base here. He doesn't completely understand, but obeys. Dobbs is somehow successful. A base is set up, and gradually over time you gain control over it using a variety of means at your disposal. Some of these Empire troops eventually transfer, and spread your poison to other portions of the Empire.
By the time the Empire figures out what's going on, you've taken control of the fleet stationed at Paradise, and several other ships in other parts of the Empire as well. A civil war breaks out. You eventually drag the other Major Powers into it, and more chaos is created. World after world falls before your armies of genetically enhanced super Lizard soldiers and Silver Death Machines, before your advancement is finally put to a definite halt. You have enemies everywhere. All right thinking beings hate the destruction you've caused. You never sleep, you cannot rest, you have no friends, you trust no one, and assassins from all worlds have been sent to kill you. You rule a portion of the galaxy, and yet are a prisoner. You stay in your now sprawling deep underground complex plotting and scheming for galaxy domination like some sort of brooding dark god.
Sometimes you wonder if this was all worth it, but then you remember an ancient quote from a place you used to call home
"Tis better to rule in hell than to serve in heaven"
And then you smile.
"Sir I can't let you do this! Who know's what that machine will do to you! It wasn't created by humans. What changes it will make won't be natural!"
"Out of my way! Perhaps you can't grab destiny when it appears before you, but I can!" you snarl.
Salo decides to use force, but you anticipated that. You knock his weapon out of his hand, and throw him down on the floor. Before he can get up you shoot him. You then don't waste anytime entering the machine. You press a few buttons, having a brief moment wondering if you're making the right decision.
The machine rumbles, and you feel it working. You also feel pain like you've never imagined All this new alien information is being shoved into your brain and your body is undergoing a vast transformation, its not just like you're getting stronger or smarter, you're becoming something not human. You scream in torment.
Eventually it stops and you collapse. You manage to catch a reflection of yourself in a nearby shiny surface. Your face is no longer your own, you look like a hybrid of human and something else. Your skin has a purplish hue. You know languages and things you've never even pondered or heard of before. Your strength and reflexes have also increased, not to unearthly proportions, but you can safely say better than you were.
"And to think, I had a fleeting moment of doubt " you say.
Thoughts of the Empire leave you. You have no intention of going back, you have other plans. You're going to learn everything you can here and use this knowledge to control the planet, and eventually spread from there you immediately get to work.
A few days pass and Dobbs wanders down. You'd forgotten all about him, the rest of your team is dead, killed by the Silver Sentinels. Dobbs sees you however and is in awe. He believes you to be the Xont returned, and he might be right. He swears to serve you which you take advantage of. The Silver Sentinels are then reprogrammed to serve you as well and soon power is restored to the entire structure.
A few more days later some Elojin interlopers arrive; they were setting you up and presumably thought you were all killed. When they reach your level, they're very surprised, and you make them pay for disturbing you.
More time passes and you manage to get a few surrounding Lizard tribes to follow you. They tend to see you as the "Giant Purple God" who sends his Silver Demons to punish those who disobey. You begin to do experiments on the Lizards enhancing them as well, they make excellent soldiers, and you expand your underground facility even more. The notes on mind control are extremely interesting to you as well.
Eventually Empire ships come and you send Dobbs to meet them, you tell him he needs to convince the Empire set up a base here. He doesn't completely understand, but obeys. Dobbs is somehow successful. A base is set up, and gradually over time you gain control over it using a variety of means at your disposal. Some of these Empire troops eventually transfer, and spread your poison to other portions of the Empire.
By the time the Empire figures out what's going on, you've taken control of the fleet stationed at Paradise, and several other ships in other parts of the Empire as well. A civil war breaks out. You eventually drag the other Major Powers into it, and more chaos is created. World after world falls before your armies of genetically enhanced super Lizard soldiers and Silver Death Machines, before your advancement is finally put to a definite halt. You have enemies everywhere. All right thinking beings hate the destruction you've caused. You never sleep, you cannot rest, you have no friends, you trust no one, and assassins from all worlds have been sent to kill you. You rule a portion of the galaxy, and yet are a prisoner. You stay in your now sprawling deep underground complex plotting and scheming for galaxy domination like some sort of brooding dark god.
Sometimes you wonder if this was all worth it, but then you remember an ancient quote from a place you used to call home
"Tis better to rule in hell than to serve in heaven"
And then you smile.
