Victory Through Annihilation

[Chapter 13]

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(Log 040)

++Parameters have been modified, unit is at full operation, awaiting your orders, Supreme Commander.++

Hmm... this weapon was absurd yet it's purpose was intriguing, fated to be used in a war so great that the cosmos would be unraveled by the magnitude of this war.

Yet this is but a footsoldier, a fodder in a war so grand and great that quintillions die every second.

Billions of galaxy left in ruins, life bereft of their essence lie as husks degrading through the passage of time.

Stars are snuff, Darkness encroached and chaos rained supreme... just what is this anomaly origin embedded within me?

Why show me this and what for? I do not know... yet at least, perhaps when the time comes I would uncover the truth but until then.

I am intrigue by the power of this simple yet amazingly refined machine, it's purpose was of destruction but built on the belief to preserve.

An irony that contradicts its nature, truly odd, I never seen a weapon built to preserve yet holds the power to destroy.

What does it wish to preserve? That I'm not sure of yet, this anomaly within has only given me knowledge of weapons unimaginable, miraculous inventions, wonders that exceeds what I possessed.

Despite my reluctance to utilize much of the technology and knowledge I obtain, my wariness can only go so far and even I can't resists the temptation to use it.

My only hope that this won't completely compromise me and twist my very being into something... worse, so far I've not notice anything.

Might as well indulge in seeing how far this will go, to test the might of this so called weapon of preservation yet hold the function of annihilation.

The outer rims have been plagued by a lot of Pirates lately... a purge would do well to keep the outer edges safe and be free of worry or concern of any raids.

++Order received, deploying unit to the battlefield, targets have been locked, preparing for annihilation.++

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3rd POV)

"Systems are going off again." A man in a naval uniform muttered as strange small glitches appeared on the screen.

"Again?" Another man inquired as he frowned. "You know this is the eleventh time today that this happened."

A wave of unease flowed across the deck of the ship, a ship patrolling alongside alongside others in the outer rim.

Places few would go due to the oddity of the territories near the edges of the galaxy.

Where the light of stars grew dim and the ever present void of space that flow in utter silence beyond the chaos of the galaxy.

Though it's also a place to throw out people that they don't want far away from them, in short it's a sort of a punishment for people with ambitions.

A way to hinder others from usurping or claiming glory in one way or another, such is the life of a navy man who seeks power or fame.

"Any ideas what's causing this? Could it be some form of jamming?" The captain questioned.

"We are so far off from any neighboring territory sir, it's impossible for anyone unless they're some sort of powerful syndicate to possibly jam our systems." An ensign argued.