For eons I have observed you, and for eons I have stood by watching you tear each other apart. You wield that which I have given to you, and that you hold so dearly, to destroy each other in pointless conflict. You no longer deserve to wield these powers. You no longer deserve your own advancements, WELCOME TO THE STONE AGE VERMIN. THIS IS YOUR GENESIS ?AND YOUR REVELATION. Welcome home.
The letter hazily plastered itself across the screens, as the rest of the ship's lights and functions powered off to nothing, blanketing the ship in absolute blackness. The Novierian only watched the screen deliver it's hateful message, clenching his fist all the while.
"So even me? You would take this away from one that wishes to not cause conflict, to stop everything? The very thing you hope to accomplish with this?" Synthe's thoughts wavered through the air with no real target, and placed his hand on the ship's console. "This is a Novierian ship though, Alpha.
I am the machine here,
I am the computer,
I am what powers this,
I am what decides who deserves what on this ship, and
I am the one you refuse to allow to wield it.
The Novierian had not his magic, nor did the blood dragon on board; that was taken from them both mysteriously some time ago, but their life endlessly cruising the galaxy went on. But Synthe did not need magic; He was a Novierian, a being of powerful ESP, and recently had his life extended exponentially by the rebirth of the Embodiment of Heat. And thankfully, what he had said about his ship was true. Like most Novierian Ships, most of all of their functions can be powered and operated by a Novierian alone, irregardless if the technology could power itself. It would be like using a tool in his own right hand by how he was connected to this ship.
Synthe closed his eyes, and within moments, he demanded control from the ship's powerless vessel. And soon, it sprang to life once more. And within moments after, Zerker bursted into the room.
"Synthe! Did you see the scree-" The Blood Dragon began, but the Novierian raised his free hand to stop him. The two had been together far too long to need to communicate any further than what was necessary.
"First our magic is taken, and now technology. The entire universe is now at odds with itself, for everything that has occurred thus far between the gargantuan warring factions has been done with these two things. For the moment, the Ghost String's mission is accomplished." Synthe telepathed to his old friend, but it was only met with conclusion.
"You've never really explained the purpose of Ghost Strings, about the time when we must take our blade, and why you're looking for this one embodiment." Zerker brought up. All this time, he was living under the Novierian's generous hospitality. There was a reason for it, both were alone in this plane of existence, one without a race, and another looking for his race. They were truly lonely souls looking for someone, something to cling to. Not necessarily to love, but to fill the void that they both harbored for the longest time.
"It is time. Ghost String's purpose, our blade, and the purposes of why we're looking for the embodiment... It's much earlier than I expected it to be, but I can no longer hide that truth from you." Synthe telepathed to the Blood Dragon, as he was steering the ship for the nearest planet. Any planet. Practically any of them was now an option; they had no way to stop them, to crush them. They were free birds, able to fly anywhere they wanted.
"Ghost Strings is a ship capable of mass destruction. If you remember the engine room I showed you long ago, you probably noticed it was much larger than what the ship would have needed. I said that a large portion of it was needed so that I may control the ship as I please, but that is simply not the case. The engine room houses a weapon capable of destroying fleets and stopping anything that comes in it's path. With such a weapon, one would imagine that Ghost String's purpose is to inflict damage on one's enemies, but even that's not the case." Synthe explained, as the Blood Dragon sat down on the floor, cross legged.
"The purpose of this ship is peace, across the entire plane of existence. Zerker, I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of seeing others fight. I'm tired and sore of seeing us all tear one another apart for some stupid concept such as owning the entire plane. But the only way to stop such powers that be across the galaxy is to wield power to counteract that, no matter how insignificant that power we wield may be. That is our blade. Our blade is the dream that we may all stop fighting and live for today, to live for better times rather than the time that has passed."
"It was war that tore apart my race, my homeworld, everything. It was war that ruined the planes, and it is war that ruined all of the race's sense of morality beyond all recognition. Because of war, I am alone, and it is because of war that we have such atrocities that make this Alpha decide that we're all too war mongering to deserve technology." Synthe hatefully messaged his friend, with a fire burning in his eyes. "We're going to take advantage of the current time. There is no magic. There is no technology. Nothing can stop us for any reason, and even if they try, we can react with the force that they were stripped of."
"... So you're going to go around, destroying everyone's military forces in the name of peace?" Zerker asked, only to be met with a reply of uncertainty.
"I sincerely hope it does not come to that. But it is something I have considered, for that is one of the possible plans. For the current moment, preaching a message of peace while the factions can do nothing is futile; They will still plot and scheme ways war with one another behind whatever veil we give to the planes. What we have to do is to stop all current warring if possible. If they're stopped while they can still do nothing, all of their focus and attention is on Ghost Strings, and me. That is an endless battle I am willing to take, if it means they will stop fighting each other."
"And what if they all gain their magic and technology back in the meantime?" Zerker questioned.
"Then I will have to adapt, and better myself. I will fight every war in these god forsaken planes if it means to stop them, so no one else has to know the crushing pain that it brings."
"... But what about the people that fight you? They will be in war with you. They will know that pain. And when the factions run out of resources to fight you, they will fight each other to gain resources to continue fighting you."
The Novierian was suddenly crushed. This was the answer he did not want to give.
"I pray I can end things before that happens. And as for those warring with me... I can only dream they will eventually lay down their weapons as well. I hope that instead of fighting each other for the extra resources, they will go to one another to ask for the resources, to trade peacefully. And when I'm gone, they will continue that. I will bear the stigma of the scourge of the planes of existence if it means to unite all other factions.
I will die for that. Even if it means I cannot gain the answer I have been looking for from that embodiment, about the origins of my race, and what they had to do with it."
The last line surprised the Blood Dragon. Origin? The Embodiment?
"W-what do you mean?" Zerker asked hesitantly.
"The Embodiment we search for was responsible for the birth of the Novierians. Or his previous incarnation was. When his rebirth traveled through the planes, not only did it extend my lifespan, but it gave me memories as well, much like how we Novierians share memories from one another. We are beings of not magic, but life, heat... our ESP powers are our spirits projected through our minds, and our spirits our lives, burning a flame that was once lit by such beings like the sun. That Embodiment shares that exact energy. And it is him that I wish to ask about my race. For I fear only he has answers I am looking for."
Synthe ended his mental spiel with a rest in his mental power, with the ship powering off for only a second.
"I think that's a notable goal."It was a voice unknown to both the Novierian and Blood dragon. The two immediately turned around, Zerker standing from his crossed legged position and Synthe preparing a volley of mental spears. What stood in their path was a glowing wolf.
"You're the wolf in the Medical bay!" Zerker suddenly spoke up, instantly remembering the scene that encompassed the capsule when he visited the room the million times before.
"My name is Yggatte, thank you very much. And I'm not a wolf, I'm a Solstici." Yggatte answered, feeling insulted that the Blood Dragon had the nerve to call him by a title that many have mistaken him by countless times before. Apparently, wolves were a recurring anomaly in space time across many worlds.
"So you're alive." Synthe telepathed, not letting down his mental spears. "What of the human that was with you, does he too walk the ship?" Synthe questioned, as if in a full interrogation.
"No. He's still asleep in his pod. I woke up when the systems failed, and I caught parts of your speech to Zerker." Yggatte answered very politely, slowly sitting down in the wolf-like position.
"H-how do you know my name?" Zerker asked, but he felt that he was already going to get his answer.
"Your friend, Synthe, is a Novierian, a mental race. Many of his mental thoughts and telepathy is sent across the ship because you're usually the only one to talk to. It mattered not who received the message, so all the time in my pod, I was silently listened. I was unconscious, but I remember your conversations like they were imprinted in my very mind. It's also not hard to guess from your previous conversation as well." Yggatte explained thoroughly in a matter-of-factly voice one might expect from a... uh... wolf.
The last question from the Novierian was what ended it. "After hearing my dreams, my aspirations, my desires, are you friend or foe?"
"Friend."
