ISFET

PROLOGUE- NEBULA

PROLOGUE

NEBULA

A clean arc of pure electricity swept across the ranks of minions, instantly turning them into dust. That was clean... he had had not scored such a feat in along time. He stared at his crackling staff, obviously impressed. Suddenly, realization swept over him. His impression quickly died off... who was there to show this? His brother would have tried to beat that; maybe using a water hurricane. Luna would have probably been mad at him for toying with other creature's lives. She would be like "Even villains deserve a second chance," Rhodes would probably try a similar feat to impress him, his father. His wife would have complained about the vegetation that he had destroyed on impact. The list was never ending. Even the irritating Techna twins would have tried something.

Yet they were all gone. All wiped out along with the worthless humans. He looked at the darkened ground littered with debris of the past. Mother Nebula would have cleaned this up, probably started everything afresh, maybe provide him with new brothers and sisters. She would have been more important. Yet the creator saw it fit to leave him, an unimportant dim-witted sky god. True, he was overpowered, capable of holding out this chaos for eternity. No one can destroy the sky. But what would he do after that. Defend a barren planet devoid of anything. He couldn't build, he could only destroy.

Perhaps he could hold on much longer. Maybe until the creator considers the barren small scale Nebula. They were many more important planets across the universe; filled with populations far much greater than the planet, even before it was destroyed. Bigger planets had been ransacked, their deities wiped to oblivion. Yet the creator had not considered them.

Wait... something interrupted his train of thought. It was a small clutter, somewhere from the debris far below. It was barely audible, something straining to maintain the last of its life force. Whatever it was, it was really valuable. It was no small feat to survive such an apocalypse. Slowly he descended to the ground, a manifestation of his dear mom.

He walked over to an overturned space bike. The sound seemed to be coming from below. With a small blast, he popped the piece over. Instantly, light flashed. A dying automation, probably one of the Techna twin's minions lay partially buried under the clutter. Its belly screen was on, some code blazing on the screen.

The techna twins would have easily discerned this world-saving information. He tried to rack out his divine brain. Something Brux, one of the twins, had talked about. He was an ancient deity, illiterate and ignorant to technology. Damn it. Had the creator confused him for Techna? A dirty trick! As he whined on his problems the screen flashed again. A map no... a planet. He scanned the automation once more. Emblazed on its breast plate, was Brux's sacred symbol, a scythe. How had he not noticed that before?

Suddenly, everything made sense. This was Scepter, Brux's divine robot. No wonder it survived! It was probably tracking the path of destruction. The planet on the screen was the next victim. He had no time, he had to warn the deities on the other side. Maybe they would help him eventually! Not a bad Idea.

A thunderous boom sounded not far behind. Time was waning. They would do anything to destroy this automation. He fired a huge blast. That should buy him more time to figure how to use this machine. Finally, the planet on the screen became clearer. He instantly recognized it. The blue aura, gleaming patches of land over the large masses of water...