05-01-2017, 02:27 PM
A primitive. Splendid, thought The Primus, his cybernetic eyes imperceptibly rolling in their sockets. What sort of backwards society birthed a creature that lacked the basic self-awareness needed to refrain from naming themselves a sorceror? Even the telepathic God-Kings of the K’raxxl acknowledged that their psionics were attributable to a unique quirk of their genetic code, although their claims of intelligent design clashed with the more pessimistic worldview of The Alignment. Nonetheless, unenlightened races served their purpose, once brought into line with Axemerax’s grand designs.
Yes. This simple being shall make an ample minion.
“I am Axemerax, Primus of the Alignment,” he spoke, mandibles gnashing together as he felt a burning presence behind his long-lost eyes, pulsing images into his mind. Ever-burning suns sealed away behind silicon spheres, their baleful energies poured outwards into a great scorching beam, scything across solar systems as it rendered entire worlds down to ash. A billion souls burnt away in an instant.
“Yes. I am Star-Slaver, World-razer, Reality-render, and undisputed master of a hundred worlds.” The alien overlord took another moment to assess the primitive garb of the man before him, the long-obsolete blades at the mammal’s side a mere moment from being drawn. Good. Let them fear. Release compound 27-sigma into the atmosphere, heighten the terror, fetch the transvine-wine. Watch them tear themselves to shreds, as the God-Kings d-
His head suddenly slumped forward, soporifics silencing the screaming science. After the briefest of moments, he returned to his previous noble posture, his movements slightly more sluggish as the drugs coursed through his system.
“Your… ignorance is forgivable. I’m sure whatever backwater world birthed you still struggles with the idea of a heliocentric solar system, let alone interstellar communications.” His jaws slowly gnashed together, optics whirring as they assessed Dane’s attitude. A healthy amount of curiosity was present, dark eyes belying the silent calculations and confirmations occurring within their relatively miniscule mammalian brain.
“Now, Dane.” The word seemed odd in the synthesizer’s voice, the human name impossible to pronounce, given Axemerax’s alien anatomy. Tempered talons clacked together as he pressed them together, blue eyes gently glowing as he looked down upon the comparatively compact man. “You said you were a scientist,” The Primus spoke the word with some respect, leaving out his claims of ‘Mad’. The Genius was unlikely to visit those outside the Dethakkan people. Any eccentricities they possessed could not rival the trials and travails of the ‘gift’ his people possessed.
“Tell me, what is your opinion, as both a magician and a man of reason, of our… host’s claims? The ability to bend reality to our whims?”
The Alien Overlord lifted his claws, idly sifting them through the air. It was preposterous. Even the unreal Unbidden could not create something from nothing; swarming out of their own alternate dimension in great ships born from the aether.
From the Aether. Whispered the susurrus at the back of his mind, bubbling up through the medicinal morass that sought to silence it. Axemerax’s head turned to the side, wringing his gauntlets as he began to murmur to himself. “Yes. From the aether. An ambient amount of energy, catalyzed by-” The Primus stopped himself short, turning to the man before him. “You name yourself a mage. Conjure something, bring forth creation from your own will.”
The Scientist Supreme watched carefully, eyes prepared to record the process. As much as Axemerax would deny it, the perspective of one so uniquely suited would be nothing but a benefit to his own designs.
Yes. This simple being shall make an ample minion.
“I am Axemerax, Primus of the Alignment,” he spoke, mandibles gnashing together as he felt a burning presence behind his long-lost eyes, pulsing images into his mind. Ever-burning suns sealed away behind silicon spheres, their baleful energies poured outwards into a great scorching beam, scything across solar systems as it rendered entire worlds down to ash. A billion souls burnt away in an instant.
“Yes. I am Star-Slaver, World-razer, Reality-render, and undisputed master of a hundred worlds.” The alien overlord took another moment to assess the primitive garb of the man before him, the long-obsolete blades at the mammal’s side a mere moment from being drawn. Good. Let them fear. Release compound 27-sigma into the atmosphere, heighten the terror, fetch the transvine-wine. Watch them tear themselves to shreds, as the God-Kings d-
His head suddenly slumped forward, soporifics silencing the screaming science. After the briefest of moments, he returned to his previous noble posture, his movements slightly more sluggish as the drugs coursed through his system.
“Your… ignorance is forgivable. I’m sure whatever backwater world birthed you still struggles with the idea of a heliocentric solar system, let alone interstellar communications.” His jaws slowly gnashed together, optics whirring as they assessed Dane’s attitude. A healthy amount of curiosity was present, dark eyes belying the silent calculations and confirmations occurring within their relatively miniscule mammalian brain.
“Now, Dane.” The word seemed odd in the synthesizer’s voice, the human name impossible to pronounce, given Axemerax’s alien anatomy. Tempered talons clacked together as he pressed them together, blue eyes gently glowing as he looked down upon the comparatively compact man. “You said you were a scientist,” The Primus spoke the word with some respect, leaving out his claims of ‘Mad’. The Genius was unlikely to visit those outside the Dethakkan people. Any eccentricities they possessed could not rival the trials and travails of the ‘gift’ his people possessed.
“Tell me, what is your opinion, as both a magician and a man of reason, of our… host’s claims? The ability to bend reality to our whims?”
The Alien Overlord lifted his claws, idly sifting them through the air. It was preposterous. Even the unreal Unbidden could not create something from nothing; swarming out of their own alternate dimension in great ships born from the aether.
From the Aether. Whispered the susurrus at the back of his mind, bubbling up through the medicinal morass that sought to silence it. Axemerax’s head turned to the side, wringing his gauntlets as he began to murmur to himself. “Yes. From the aether. An ambient amount of energy, catalyzed by-” The Primus stopped himself short, turning to the man before him. “You name yourself a mage. Conjure something, bring forth creation from your own will.”
The Scientist Supreme watched carefully, eyes prepared to record the process. As much as Axemerax would deny it, the perspective of one so uniquely suited would be nothing but a benefit to his own designs.
Torcher of tomes, slayer of sorcerers, taker of ears, and flayer of men. Reasonable rates.