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We were one of the unique races, existing on the outer regions of the universe. A solar system fueled by the process of renewal. Birth through death. Death through birth. In this way, I had already lived a thousand lives, though I had no memory of doing so.
Our planet was bountiful. There were omegas to be bred, to be protected and kept. They were the only ones with the ability to complete the process. Each and every alpha had the power to transfer any genetic coding into an omega. The omega could process that DNA and produce a clone. That is how we existed, swapping one body for the next. We lived on.
The omegas were a rare breed, and all of the outsiders in the region wanted a turn at them. When the Sankarian’s tracer ships detected our planet’s presence, we all knew we were fucked. They decimated our port cities, cut off the rivers and waterways until the people were begging to be given an ounce of water or piece of bread.
Families lined the street to be searched only to end with metal notch in the skull, a chip that renders the soul useless. No more regeneration. Game over.
The Sankarian armies of bots and loyal nationalists destroyed our cities and recruited the weak. The rest were enslaved. A new world order was forming, but it would be squashed by me.
I was turned into a fugitive. I was made an enemy of the state. In the end, I had inadvertently destroyed my home.
But I had no choice.
Our leaders failed us. They let them invade our planet, fuck our women, and rape the landscape. They had no clue what they were doing. We were alphas and omegas, a unique people that had our own customs, our own desires, and biological needs.
We were enslaved, told we were savages, and they took what they needed. But they could never impregnate our women because they were not alphas. No, they weren’t the savages they looked down upon. They were nothing like us.
I was thrown in the mines with the rest of my kin. Watched my clan’s health deteriorate. I was a Critas. Talis Critas. The one who takes the crown. I was the one poised to lead.
The alpha elders of my clan organized the uprising. Slowly, we collected arms, hiding them wherever we could. Crude bombs were constructed, and our destiny was set in stone.
We were going to fight. We were going to destroy our captors. And once they were eradicated, we could rebuild our perfect world.
I knew it was a failing plan, but every morning I woke to stare at the dead and dying, the families who slept alongside the toxic waters outside the buildings they used to own. I turned into an uncontrollable beast.
At the sound of the air sirens, I was given a choice: Stay and die an honorable death like my family or leave like a coward.
I fought, but I was no hero. My mother, my father, my cousins and my brother... they had all been gunned down within the hour.
We tried to storm the capital, but the soldiers were waiting for us. We had crude bombs and guns, but we could not compete against their weaponry. The mechanized suits they wore and the discipline in their eyes rocked me to my core.
I set the explosive in place and armed it. I watched their bodies explode amid the rubble of our once-vibrant city. As the smoke cleared, there was another wave of soldiers.
More marched behind them. More. They were endlessly deployed, cutting us off.
I was no hero. Didn’t matter how hard I fought. I lost, and I fled. I felt the heat surround my ship. One look behind me told me everything I needed to know.
A giant fucking explosion. A supernova flash. I hit the speed of light before the heat could consume me.
They destroyed our planet because of us. Because of I helped convince my people to rebel...
There was nothing left to gain, anyway. I was an orphan with no purpose or mate. I was fucked.
I just wanted peace, but as I lay in the small enclosure within the ceiling of the curiously found starship, I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened.
Maybe it wasn’t the best choice to jump ship, but my ride stalled out. I floated for days, waking up when I spotted the searchlight on the explorer starship that nearly flew by me. I ran to get the ship in place, managed to turn on the engine enough to fly it over to the lock on the cargo side. I hooked my ship to the bottom airlock, but I didn’t celebrate. I hung my head until the urge to ruin everything in sight was too strong.
I tore through their cargo like a savage beast. I didn’t give a fuck. I was going to be the worst man in the universe. I was going to take until I died.
Our invaders made me this way. I was a killer, and everyone in this ship would have to die like my family. Like my world, Nyela.
Lucky for me, I found what I needed in the cargo hold.
I lay in the incredibly cramped large ventilation systems of this crudely designed starship. I was big but agile and able to move through small places.
I knew what I looked like. To these wary travelers, I would appear as a monster. A super being made to annihilate any inferior target. I was a solid mass of muscle and strength, harnessing power no single being could compete with. This was going to be fun…
The fuel cells I had found in the cargo were going to get me out of this area. But I had new plans. I wanted a mate to keep the cycle of my people going, and I think I had found the perfect match.
