Chapter 11: Planets and Mahoraga-Bullet!

*Sluuuuurp*

Fred took a sip of the heated leaf blend which had been imported from the neighbouring planet.

"Ah~ That hits the spot. The Florians sure know how to make their leaves," Fred breathed out a sigh of relief as his body regained energy and his drowsiness vanished.

"Tch, how can you even like that? You know you are basically having heated sewage water?" Tod, the older man who had not kept up with the rapid changes in the world after they discovered alien life scoffed.

"Oh, come on Tod, you know as well as I do, the Florian's do not consume leaves for sustenance. This is grown specifically to brew leaf blend. It's a drink…" then Fred gasped in mock surprise, "Don't tell me you are one of those conspiracy theorists!?"

"…I might as well join them!" Tod huffed while turning to the fresh leaf salad his wife had made for his breakfast.

"Ha-" Fred's laughter was cut short by rapid beeping.

*Beep*

*Beep*

The yellow lights of the room suddenly turned blue, the sign of an emergency.

Frowning, Fred put down the leaf-brew and glanced at the computer screen, reading the lines of text.

'What the hell!' his mind went blank for a moment as all colour drained from his face.

Tod, with many years under his belt, reacted as per protocol. Having been in many other stress-inducing situations, including the first war they people had had with the Florians, pressing a bunch of buttons while contacting his direct supervisor.

"Sir, there is an unidentified object moving towards our planet at near-light speed!"

…

Multiple such reports were flooding the proper channels, being swiftly analysed and sent to their superiors.

Within just an hour, the information had reached the Federation Commander who made a decision after checking the trajectory of the object. It was not heading straight for them, but was coming close enough that a fusion bomb would be able to affect their mother-planet.

It was not something they could accept, so he turned to his subordinate, "Destroy it with-"

*Bam*

The door of his office was swung open by a sweating subordinate, "Sir! The object has vanished from our sensors!"

"What!?" the Federation Commander questioned further, "Explain."

"Sir! Our sensors were able to uncover this video from it before it vanished," the subordinate pulled out a 3D printed moving video from his bag and held it out for the Commander and his generals to view.

It was a creature in white, much like themselves, grinning widely as multiple helms floated behind it. However, one of them, a rather small one, spun rapidly, and after a full rotation, the creature vanished.

"What the hell is that? Where are its visual receptors? Does it not have any?" One of the generals questioned.

"It must be the Florians! They created a weapon capable of hiding from our sensors, and created it in their own image!" another Smashed his secondary appendages on the table below while his primary hands remained folded.

"But it is not blue. It is white… like us…" the third general intervened.

"Contact Luke. See if this is one of ours…" the Federation Commander ordered before sighing onto his table, one pair of hands on his hips while the other adjusting his hair, "Whatever it is… we can no longer detect it… it is now beyond our control…"

…

Mahoraga's grin widened as more and more adaptations occurred to his body, he was now immune to an insane number of detection abilities, and redirection effects.

'Ha! It was indeed better to get Bethel to launch me towards my destination rather than just take me there. As more beings notice me, they try and stop me… Haha~' Mahoraga laughed in the vacuum of space, his voice not leaving his lungs, only silence as his rocketed through the empty and freezing void.

Unknown to him, he had passed by two star-systems which were scrambling to track him after he had adapted to their methods. Both war-torn yet technologically advanced planets feared the worst, a planet-annihilation attack launched by their past enemies, and immediately put their colonisation efforts into practice.

One planet launched three mid-size ships to different planets in neighbouring systems, while the other launched 1 single much larger ship to a star-system on the other side of the galaxy. And yet, both contained a large number of colonisers, specialists in various fields, reproductive capsules for populating the new planets with genetic diversity, and almost all the knowledge of their civilisations up to this point in the hopes to restarting their civilisations after their home planet was destroyed.

Though, none of this mattered as the expected impact time based on the previous scans came and passed without anything actually happening.

Mahoraga did not wish to attack them. They lacked strong beings to battle with, only technology. And from Bethel's explanations, there existed many other civilisations with far better technology which could actually give him some challenge.

'After meeting this Ravings individual… I'll get Bethel to send me to the most advanced one… Hmm, good plan!' Mahoraga nodded to himself while putting his hands behind his head and relaxing his mind and body.

It would take some time to reach his destination, and his body would naturally adapt to all methods cast on him. He just had to wait. And this was something he was really good at. Between every summon, he had to wait.

In the endless darkness once his summoner either died or finished their wish, he would wait.

In the suffocating silence, he would wait.

Time would pass, and someone else would summon him, so all he had to do was wait.

'Huh… now that I think about it… who is my summoner for this world?' Mahoraga mused internally.

…

Back on Earth, Main-body Amon sneezed, "Since when could I get a cold?"

*Achoo*

Another Amon sneezed from beside him.

"Hey! Don't steal my sneeze!" Main body Amon bellowed as the other Amon grinned sheepishly before vanishing from the Bone Mausoleum.