On Planet Deni...
Star: Royal, do you copy?
Royal: Yes sir. Are you near the Manufacturing Facility?
Star: Indeed, I'm approaching the door. There are Sentinels everywhere...
Royal: Be careful when trying to break open the door, I don't want to see you hurt, and don't draw their attention, please.
Star: I won't, and I'll be fine, honey. Don't worry, I'll be back at the ship in no time.
Royal: Okay... I hope so. See you at the station.
Star: See you soon.
*beep*
Star: Alright, time to get in here and grab the supplies...
The Star manages to break into the illegal Manufacturing Facility and seizes the operation. He is met with three choices, and only one will spit out the supplies. He chooses the right option and secures the materials, leaving the Sentinels nearby vulnerable to poor weather conditions. He heads back to the ship and flies toward The First Existence Space Station.
Star: Hello, my queen, I'm back home with the supplies the engineers needed.
Royal: Excellent work, my love. You do fine work for the universe and I appreciate the effort you put into making our lives better!
Star: I appreciate the compliment, and I need to ask, have you been doing well?
Royal: Yeah, I'm fine. Is something wrong?
Star: No, no. But, I wanted to ask you, why is there a tiny hole in my arm?
Royal: Well, to be honest, I had one of our scientists take some blood from you so they can inspect your DNA.
Star: Why wouldn't you ask me beforehand?
Royal: It wasn't with bad intent, my love, I'm trying to help you figure out who you are! You're clearly not from this universe, and you don't even know who you really are, and that's what I want to help with. We can find out who we are, together.
Star: I understand, do not feel pity, my queen. I would like to know who I am, so whatever it takes, I'll do it, for us.
Royal: Splendid! They will call you when they have some information. Let me know when it happens, I want to go with you.
Star: Sure thing, let's get some rest. It's quite late. I'm glad I've met you.
Royal: Same, my love. We are connected, one and the same. Goodnight, superstar.
Star: Goodnight, my queen. (Superstar...?)
They wake up the next morning and begin to do their daily chores. The Star receives a transmission from one of his scientists and heads over there immediately.
Gonzal: Greetings, King-&-Queen-Entity of existence, I'm Technician-Entity Gonzal. I have some very important information about King-Entities DNA.
Royal: Really?! That's great!
Star: Let's hear it.
Gonzal: Your DNA is NOT from this universe, and your energy signature matches one we've previously covered before, but the strange bit is that you have two signatures... No entity has two signatures.
Star: Two signatures? What are the numbers?
Gonzal: Your second signature is 16 -kktzzkt-, and your primary signature is 541...
Royal: Did your voice just glitch...?
Gonzal: No, I'm not sure what you're talking about.
Star: ...Huh.
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The Trilestials: Rebirth
Science FictionThe Trilestials are dormant, and a new face appears in another reality, named The Star. He goes on a long journey searching for answers, hoping to find any remnants of who he is. He is stranded and has nothing to start with. He will try to find ans...
