Papuru Star: Coalition Carnage

Chapter 1: Welcome to the Papuru Galaxy

A massive swirl of violet energy crawling with fingers of purple lightning, the supergiant celestial sat in complete darkness. No other stars could be seen, even by the most sophisticated viewing devices, thus the thirty million kilometer satellite spun lazily and alone in the cold vacuum.

Narrator
The Papuru Star. Not unique in its size, its differences become evident the longer it is under observation. For though it spins on its axis, it remains stationary. Despite it's size, depicting at least one hundred million years old, the star was in fact no older than a thousand fifty. Surface temperature of twenty seven thousand degrees, and a solar mass of five, the Papuru Star is conundrum. As the ruling body of its own universe, the star is seen as both beautiful and ominous, a scientific anomaly, a sign of fear and the unknown. Lightning rapidly plays across its surface which could be seen millions of kilometers distant as bright flashes. Even the farthest planetoid in its orbit can witness the glimmer of the purple disk in it's cold blue sky. Seventeen such planetoids make up the Papuru Galaxy, each as distinctive from each other as mutual and it's on the eighth planet from the star that the most spectacular, monumental, galaxy shaking event, a decade of anticipation and a thousand years in the making, is about to commence.

Year 1050
Day 1

A human male wakes up and springs from his bed, flipping through the air to land lightly on his feet. He yawns deeply, rotating his arms and shoulders, and stretching his back until he felt the satisfying pop. He began humming happily to himself as he strode to the cooling unit and the food it held, graciously provided by the hosts.

Narrator
Kane Urasa, age twenty five. Born in the city of New Zurham in the state of Lina, located on the outskirts of the sky country of Hope on the planet known as Earth.

Kane opened the waist high unit's door and froze upon seeing it empty. He stood there, mouth agape as if he hoped some food would just hop in, before his eyes narrowed in revelation.

Kane
Those damn...What am I supposed to eat for breakfast?

Slamming the door shut, he walked to the shuttered window, pressing a switch next to them, causing the thin metallic shutters to fold up. The bright, slightly violet sunlight bath the room. Outside his first floor suite stood a crowd of Humans and Dycordians who then broke out into a chorus of screams, cheers, and claps. A security gate held them at bay around thirty meters distant, but could hardly prevent the most desperate of fans to reach out futility in his direction, hands grasping at air. He saw a "Marry me Kane" among other signs waving above their heads and merely raising his hand in greeting prompted a frenzy of excitement. He smiled at them in turn before that smile started to fade once he noticed how bright it was. He quickly checks the time on his nightstand, which read 6:03 UT.

Kane
I know they didn't do what I think they did. Holoview on!

A ten inch bar floating twenty centimeters from the lush carpet, responded by displaying a five foot image showing the local time to be much later then the nightstand said. The holoview switches to a camera shot of a comet streaking over the skies before panning down to a massive sea of blue skinned Dycordiens crowding the avenues. Among them, like scattered islands, were various other races ranging from Humans to the bird like Tilris. All of whom were cheering maddeningly at the camera above. A male reporter's voice-over also held an edge of excitement to it.

Reporter 1
The Dying Star comet over the skies of Dycord ushers in the new year and Coalition Carnage is here at Topaz City and with it comes the fandom or Carnies as they are so often referred to. I can see visitors from many worlds within this throng of mortals, all seeking to catch a glimpse of their favorite Superstar. I have to say, I'm eagar-

But Kane had long since gotten dressed in a whirlwind of speed and was out the door of the Papuru Inn in less then five seconds, startling a Dycordien couple holding hands with his gust of wind. The lovers never saw the cause but had they been heading outside, they would have gotten as clear a look as those fans who had managed to stop him. Twenty meters from the hotel, Kane stood looking down at his left ankle and the crackling static like energy extending from a small sewage drain to his leg.