Dark Centiuum ~

CHARACTERS IN MY BOOK -- 


Cesians                                       Similar to POV of Cesian City


Cente Warriors                                                Shoreline of Planet Cente



MLOs                                                               Similar to Kuth



Sentinel - Cesians Avatars in Sanctia



Corcians Felics Tikas

Author's Note

This story was hyper-written, a term meaning to write a story with the assistance of a computer language generator. Many of the characters were my original creations. I used an AI image generator to work out the visual specifications of my harbored characters. Some characters I had in mind for many years. I used hyper-writing to generate some text, to modify text, to make text more sophisticated, and to better organize and describe my envisioned character attributes.

Setting

Star system: Centia

Center star: Centa, purple emission, composed of hydrogen helium and small percentage of highly reactive dark energy substance known as Dark Centiuum.

Planet: Cente

Chapter I

The twenty blue holo-shields, pulsating with blue plasma with blue electrified hyper-beam daggers pierced out, like the spikes on the planet's terrestrial blue shelled creatures. The holo-shields lowered. The bright purple hue from the Centa star spilled into the warrior's shadowy eyes.

"Arise" an internal voice commanded inside the skulls of every warrior. There in the western sector, there were 50 of them. With each word from the Planetarians (PTS), a small circle of purple light lit up on the center of the warriors metallic black fore-heads. Their chambers hissed with an electric-like sizzle, as they inclined. The feeding tubes connected to each warrior snapped loose and recoiled. Each tube was connected into the Centian city, where centiuum energy was stored. The polymer transparent glass of the black restore-chambers slid crisply open.

Through a nearly lip-less mouth, Caval inhaled the perpetual temperate Centian air, his robotic lungs filling with gas. He stepped out onto the flat mica surface of the Centian land. All together their pitch black eyes gazed toward the rising Centa star, a purple and black energy source. The rays of the sun dispersed through a higher atmosphere and into their eerie eyes. The haze that had immersed them in their dream states quickly retracted with the dull brilliance of the purple light. The purple light glistened off their black metallic bodies. They were 20% biological and 80% mechanical.

The sun-rise and the command from a Planetarians left them all standing at attention with an inner clarity, as they awaited their routine commands. Uploaded to the warrior's mind's eyes was a blue holographic map of the nearby area, marked with purple diamond icons. Each icon was numbered with locations of the infestation that were to be fought back, prioritized in a numerical fashion. This morning only one icon was brightened and it was at the boundary of a nearby Centian city.

With an aura of quiet power, the levitating robot soldiers glided effortlessly through the air, their movements seemingly unhindered by earthly limitations. Each motion was executed with fluidity and an otherworldly elegance, as if they were dancing in defiance of gravity itself. Their levitation systems propelled them with a gentle hum, allowing them to hover above the ground with a mesmerizing stability. They maintained a constant height, their metallic bodies suspended in mid-air, creating a powerful presence as they moved. Their propulsion systems emitted a soft glow, casting subtle light, further enhancing the mystical aura surrounding them. It was as if they were surrounded by an invisible cushion of energy, propelling them forward while maintaining perfect equilibrium.

The levitating robot soldiers demonstrated remarkable agility and nimbleness. They effortlessly changed direction, smoothly gliding from one point to another with remarkable precision. Their movements were calculated and deliberate, executed with the utmost control and finesse. Whether they soared gracefully through vast open spaces or maneuvered effortlessly around complex terrain, their levitation systems allowed them to traverse any obstacle with ease. They effortlessly ascended and descended, seamlessly adapting to the contours of the environment, as if gravity held no sway over their motion. In a union they leved to the nearby location.

Chapter II

The Kuth a giant species, had a dark discolored gray skin, yellowish mucus around their great bulbous eyes, golden glittering diamond iris', dark pupils, clear drool smearing their lips and mouths, dripping in blobs; heaving massive chests, enthralled with a constant irascible unease. Their guttural moans, echoed throughout the planet. They brooded about disgorging all creatures. Standing twenty five feet, broad at the shoulders. From their height they looked at the warriors as if they were small black insects, crunchy, soft, packed with sustenance. It was a perspective from a delusional superiority complex; for despite their size they were themselves weak.

They had strings of random grayish hair poking from their deformed heads. They lived isolated away from the rest. Moving in densely populated swaths, full-fledged idiots, stumbling about in a havoc. When they did get together, it was difficult for the more intelligent of them to collect them under a single intention. For weapons, a variety of metal and wooden clubs hung on belts around their disproportionate hips.

The bare mountainous caves stretched for miles. The Kuths had carved out crude domiciles for themselves inside the mountain ranges. Having sluggishly left from their cave homes, some Kuths had traveled through the dark abyss of the night with a single impulse driving them, "feed!". They moved like large boulders through the valleys. They would congregate outside the Centian city eventually.

"We must move! We must feed!" The thoughts squirmed through their heads with an electrical impulsivity like lethargic lightning. The ground resounded with their torpid bodies stampeding onward. Any of the planet's creatures that they happened to cross, would be grasped and ripped apart by massive hands and fractured teeth. They would suck the centiuum out of them, and gnarl on their prey's skeletal systems, spitting out the undesirable remains. The creatures of the planet were in no way enough for them to gorge on; they all desired a greater amount of the centiuum. The only place they could go to consume this was from the Centian city reserves.

Chapter III

In the heart of the city stood a magnificent multi-level palace pyramid, colored in shades of indigo and white. Its multiple levels soared high, creating a stunning sight. From its sides, a mesmerizing array of undulating purple and white cavernous structures extended outward. These sleek contoured formations stretched across the city, dominating its landscape. Embedded within them are cascading countless vantage points and windows, crafted from a resilient transparent polymer, offering breathtaking views of the surroundings. Around the cities, as well as inside their borders, were dome centiuum extractors.

The cities were populated by a class of females, classified as Cesians. Their alien physiology boasted a slender, yet strong physique, emphasizing their regal and enigmatic presences. Graceful and agile, they moved with a type of ethereal grace, effortlessly navigating their alien habitat. Despite their alien nature, their face bore an undeniable beauty, with high cheekbones, a delicate nose, and small, iridescent purple lips.

One of the most striking features of the Cesians was their luminous, radiant skin. Bathed in an ethereal glow, their skin possessed a subtle iridescence, reflecting the light in a dazzling display of purples. This radiant quality was believed to be a result of their unique physiology, where a specialized layer beneath their skin interacted with cosmic energies, infusing them with an otherworldly luminescence. They exhibited a mesmerizing range of purple hues that span the spectrum, from delicate lavender and lilac to deep vibrant shades, reminiscent of amethyst and royal purple. Their captivating appearance was a testament to the rich diversity found within the female gender of their species, with subtle variations in tone and intensity.

Each female alien possessed a remarkable ability to manipulate her voice, transitioning seamlessly from soothing to aggressive tones. When she chose to soothe, her voice would acquire a gentle cadence, its melodic quality evoking a sense of calm and tranquility. Their voice could carry a soothing tone, reminiscent of a celestial melody. Each word flowed smoothly usually thought out and authoritative.

When her mood shifted to aggression, her voice underwent a dramatic transformation. It deepened, gaining a commanding and greater authoritative edge. The once gentle tones now resonated with power and intensity, demanding attention and respect. Her words became sharp and assertive, punctuated by a forceful delivery that left no room for misunderstanding. In this incredible display of vocal control, the alien's ability to switch between soothing and aggressive tones showcased their profound emotional range. Whether she sought to comfort or defend, the Cesian voice served her species, capable of evoking a wide spectrum of emotions and effectively conveying her intentions.

Females can transform into a final form, black energy beings, who upon absorption of a certain quantity of energy they self-combust. They send out dark shards of crystal that slice their enemies into smithereens, and like a vortex bring the energy back into their being. After such, their form collapsing like a dark-hole. As a dream weaver, they assumed the form of a simulated being. Cesians could manipulate the fabric of the warriors dreams, entering the simulated realms of the warriors and influencing the outplay of simulated scenarios.

As a warning signal reverberated through the air, a profound sense of determination filled the hearts of the Cesians, a noble and courageous alien race. Their majestic purple forms moved with purpose and grace as they swiftly gathered at the forefront of their pyramid city, prepared to confront their arch-nemesis, the Kuth, once again.

Chapter IV

As the Cesians lined up in formation, a sea of resolute expressions adorned their faces. Their large, mesmerizing eyes flickered with determination, reflecting a profound sense of purpose and a profound dedication to protect their cherished pyramid city from the looming threat of the Kuth. They stood tall and unwavering, their elegant physiques a testament to their unwavering resolve.

One female by the name of Cry moved toward the center of the unit and commanded the Kuth, "Stand forward and I will speak to you as simply as I can so your imbecile brains might understand." A small smile creased the left cheek of the female. "If you do not leave here you will face death's desolation or be frightened back to wander the lands for crude centiuum which suits your abominable kind."

"What of a bargain?" A Kuth, not understanding anything other than the tone of rejection, looked down with a plea scintillating in his rolling eyes.

"We will bargain with you no further. I offer you only two outcomes, there are no others! Leave or perish!"

"We will neither leave nor perish! We will take what is ours! We must feed!"

With this, the orating Kuth raised his left arm into the sky, preparing to smash the female to something less cruelly alive. With super speed, she could move faster than anyone could see, anticipating the Kuths moves, her nimbleness allowed her to evade the Kuth's crush. The air itself seemed to quiver and vibrate, as the shock-wave created visible ripples that distorted the very fabric of reality.

After the initial giant's ground-shattering impact, the Kuth's began to ring them out in melody. Each shock-wave seemed to unleash a primal energy, a raw power that could be felt in the core of each of the females. The simultaneous release of shock-waves by the group of giants created a deafening chorus, each wave amplifying the others, resulting in an overwhelming surge of seismic power. The Cesians pounced and weaved around each ripple of the shock-waves.

In a matter of moments the warriors arrived. Immediately they went into battle with the Kuth. The warriors moved with precision – their movements a deadly weave. The giants swung their colossal fists, attempting to crush the nimble robot soldiers that darted and weaved around their massive forms. The Kuth swung their massive fists, attempting to crush the robotic soldiers, who responded with lightning-fast dodges and counterattacks.

Electric arcs crackled through the air as the robot soldiers unleashed devastating energy weapons against their towering adversaries. The giants, their massive hands ablaze with fists full of energy, swiped at the robotic soldiers, who responded by leaping or landing onto their towering adversaries and disabling their vital organs with precise incisions. Hot pulse swords, unsheathed from the soldiers arms, seared through Kuth flesh, mangling their leathery skins, cutting into their gigantic bone structures.

Soon the chaos of the battle subsided, with the warriors as clear victors. The Kuths had been cleaned from the grounds, as the warriors harvested the Kuths bodies for extra centiuum. The warriors had small energy harvesters on their backs and could deplete any dead body they wished of its centiuum composure. The environment was filled with an eerie peace, as usually appears afterwards for any victors of a battle.

"I still do not understand why we allow these giants to even exist on our planet," one female asked out-loud.

The one named Cry, turned and retorted, "What then would we do? We might as well allow them to exist for the sake of our own amusement. We will let these miserable creatures exist, living out their abdominal lives. When they seek centiuum from us, they will be denied."

"How compassionate of us!" A number of females still outside listening to the conversation maliciously tittered in unison.

Chapter V

The Tikas were very short purple goblins, capable of transitioning into shadow form. They had telekinesis (tk) for power. They ate mushrooms, and lived in mush-cap homes. Their homes were grown from magical growth spells placed on smaller distinct species of mushroom. The Tikas lived scattered among the valleys of a mountainous area, clustered together in small encampments. They busied themselves collecting mushrooms and hunting with their Felics.

The Felics were a purple furred species of cat-like creature, with spikes surrounding their bodies. The Felics could be wild or tamed. When the Felics were tamed they became companions. The Felics hunted for Cente deer, and the Tikas needed to go hunting with them occasionally. Felics roamed the forests and grasslands surrounding the Tikas' mountain valleys. The Felics were agile climbers and were often seen perched on rocky outcrops or tree branches. The Tikas distinct feature was their ability to transition into shadow form, granting them enhanced stealth and the ability to traverse through tight spaces. When in shadow form, they moved swiftly and remained virtually invisible, making them excellent spies (on their enemies and prey).

In the heart of the mist-shrouded mountains, a Tika named Lumina ventured into the shadow form, her purple form blending indistinguishably with the darkness. She navigated through narrow passages and crept into a dense forest, scouting for potential threats. She sensed movement and signaled her Felic companion, Thorn, who remained hidden in the underbrush. Lumina continued to move silently among the trees, spotting a herd of blue and purple Cente deer nearby. Thorn extended his spikes slightly, indicating his readiness.

Lumina's shadowy figure returned to its solid form, and she pointed out a group of large deer approaching. Thorn's spikes bristled fully as he prepared to kill. With Lumina's guidance, Thorn had leaped out of the shadows, his spikes glistening in the dappled purple coat of his, and dug his rigged fangs into one of the deer. The poisonous bite immediately made the deer a lump of quickly dying flesh.

After the kill, Lumina took a bone knife from her side, and began to cut into the meat of the deer. She prepared and cut up enough, till she was ready to head back. The two making their way back to the encampment, she tore off tiny bits of meat to feed her Felic. Thorns gratitude was evident in the gentle brush against Lumina's side, his thorns had retracted completely.

As they were making their short voyage back to their encampment in the heart of the mountain valleys, a chilling breeze swept through the homes woven from mush-caps, stirring the Tikas from their slumber. An aura of tension hung in the air, for rumors had reached the Tika community of Kuths – colossal creatures that towered above the treetops, their heavy footsteps nearing, shaking the ground.

Lumina, a young Tika with an adventurous spirit, filled with determination, let out an admonishing telepathic cry to her tribe. She had arrived just as a group of giants was approaching their valley. Lumina knew it was time to put her shadow and TK abilities to the test. Gathering her fellow Tikas in the central clearing, Lumina explained the plan. Their shadow abilities would grant them the element of surprise, allowing them to move unnoticed, while their TK abilities would enable them to manipulate objects from a distance.

As the first rays of dawn painted the sky and eerie purple, the giants' lumbering silhouettes came into view. Lumina's heart pounded, but she steeled herself. She reached out to her fellow Tikas, and with a collective thought, they transitioned into shadow form, their purple figures blending with the surroundings.

Moving swiftly and silently, the Tikas positioned themselves around the giants, ensuring that they were surrounded on all sides. Lumina, her eyes gleaming with determination, extended her hand toward a cluster of large boulders. With a surge of TK energy, the boulders lifted into the air, suspended by an invisible force.

As the Tikas unleashed their combined TK powers, the boulders hurtled toward the giants, striking them with a force that sent shock-waves through the valley. The giants roared in surprise and anger, stumbling as they tried to regain their balance. Lumina's heart raced as she continued to manipulate the environment, using fallen trees and loose rocks as projectiles.

But the giants were resilient. With mighty roars, they began to swing massive tree trunks, attempting to clear the Tikas' shadowy ambush. A few of the Tikas went flying into the air, being knocked out or worse dying, upon which their shadow veil dropped. Lumina's form seemed to meld into the very darkness around her, becoming a living shadow. She darted among the giants, her movements fluid and impossible to predict. Confused and disoriented, the giants swung their massive fists at thin air.

In the midst of the chaos, Lumina reached out with her TK abilities. She focused her energy on the giants' massive clubs, causing them to shatter and splinter, dropping them from their hands. With coordinated strikes and bursts of TK energy, they incapacitated the giants one by one. The Kuths roars turned to pained cries as they fell to the ground, defeated.

As the dust settled and the Cente star set in the sky, Lumina approached the fallen giants, her heart heavy with a mixture of triumph and fatigue. The five giants, once fearsome and imposing, now lay defeated, four dead, one shamefully dazed, nearly knocked out.

Lumina turned to her fellow Tikas, a mixture of exhaustion and pride in their eyes. They had defended their valley, their homes, and their way of life. As some dispersed to tend to their wounded and repair the mush-cap homes that had weathered the battle, Lumina knew that their unity, their unique abilities, and their indomitable spirit had prevailed.

In her shadowy form, Lumina strode over to one of the Kuth, the sole remaining figure who lay in a state of half consciousness, sprawled out wearily on the ground. With a gentle touch, she rested her hand upon the Kuth's head, establishing a telepathic connection with the hulking being.

"What are your desires?" she conveyed silently.

"Kuth…desires Centiuum. Hunger gnaws at us. The Cesians withhold centiuum, and what little remains is scarcely enough to feed us," came the response within Lumina's mind.

A faint surge of compassion washed over Lumina. The Kuths had long stood as their sworn adversaries. While the Kuths seldom attempted to prey upon the Tika, those instances served as clear indicators of the Kuths' growing desperation. Several months had elapsed since the Kuth had launched their assault on the Tika. The Tika in Lumina's community had been compelled to abandon their homes, relocating to a different area and embarking on the arduous task of reconstruction, all in an effort to elude the relentless menace of the Kuth.

Lumina had personally endured the heartache of losing her brother but also numerous companions from her tribe, all in the wake of the Kuth's aggressive incursions onto Tika territory. Her anger rose and faded as her logical mind processed the inevitability of more Kuth's attacking her community.

With a fierce tone she communicated, "Weighing the possible courses of action regarding this issue will be our tribes focus. You are given the chance to continue, with the promise that you collaborate in conversations with us in three days. Through these discussions, we will craft a plan to resolve this shortage."

The Kuth grunted something that sounded like approval.

"This mushroom will awaken you, but it's centiuum content is quite limited. After recovery, you must depart and rejoin your kind. Tell them as I have told you. Return in three days just before starset."

Lumina knew the Tika had an advantage in the dark against the Kuth, and she schemed this in the back of her mind. She took her hand off the Kuth's forehead, she swept like a shadow into the darkness of the night, joining the remaining Tika clan.

Chapter VI

The evening following their bellicose confrontation with the Kuths, Lumina and her group made a collective decision to embark on a reconnaissance mission to the Centian city. As they arrived at a towering cliff overlooking the city from a distance of several thousand feet, Lumina retrieved a uni ocular device from her belongings and meticulously surveyed the urban landscape. Her mission was to identify vulnerabilities in the city's architecture and to record the whereabouts of any centiuum storage reserves, diligently documenting her findings in both her memory and her journals.

The Tika harnessed an extraordinary ability that allowed them to render anything they touched invisible, shadowy. This ability extended to touched living beings. When three Kuths ventured into Tika's territory, they engaged in a discreet discussion. There wasn't much to be said to the Kuth's other than, "We will give direction, as if you were beasts to be mastered."

After arriving at a unanimous decision, who would ride and who would walk along, three Tika climbed atop their Kuth giant's head and directed them on the path that they would follow. Together, they embarked on a journey across the landscape with the aim of stealing the Centiuum from the Cesian city.

Completely invisible to any observers, they carefully maneuvered towards the vulnerable point in the Cesian city's defenses. While the Cesians possessed surveillance cameras to notify them of external presences, they lacked the means to detect the arrival of the Tika and their Kuths.

As Lumina scrutinized the city below, she spotted a large domed building near the center that appeared to be a storage facility. Checking her maps, she confirmed it was a centiuum reserve. Lumina quickly documented its location and any visible security measures before moving on.

Meanwhile, the invisible Tika and their Kuth mounts approached the city under the cover of darkness. Using hand signals and telepathic whispers, the Tika guided the lumbering giants towards the weak point Lumina had identified in the city walls. As they neared the exterior perimeter, the Kuths' footsteps made the ground rumble slightly. The Tika held their breath, hoping the minor tremors wouldn't give away their position.

Slipping through the previously sighted weak section of a wall undetected, the Tika unmounted their Kuths. They swiftly moved down side alleys and empty streets towards the centiuum reserve. As they drew closer, they spotted two Cesian guards at the entrance. The Tika gathered for a quick strategy session, communicating silently through telepathic ability.

Two Tika would distract the guards, luring them away from their posts. As soon as the way was clear, the third Tika would sneak inside the domed building, locate the centiuum reserves, and use a small device to render the canisters invisible. Then they could simply roll the canisters out undetected and load them onto the Kuths outside. The Tika took their positions, ready to execute their cunning plan. If successful, they would deprive the Cesians of their crucial energy source and gain valuable resources for their own people. Under the cover of invisibility, the band of Tika and their Kuth allies would pull off an incredible heist right under the Cesians' noses.

The Tika plan went into motion flawlessly. The two assigned to distraction crept up silently behind the Cesian guards. With quick blows, they rendered the robotic guards unconscious and dragged them out of sight into the alleyways.

With the way now clear, the third Tika slipped through the entrance and into the domed centiuum reserve. Rows of glowing canisters hummed with energy, just waiting to be stolen. Moving swiftly, the Tika took out the invisibility device and aimed it at the nearest cluster of canisters. There was a faint shimmering effect, and the canisters blinked out of sight. Working as fast as possible, the Tika continued down the rows, rendering more of the black canisters invisible.

Once a large number had been concealed, the Tika rolled them towards the exit where the Kuths were waiting. As to not waste too much of their own energy they used their TK abilities with discretion. The giants gathered up the invisible canisters silently, lashing them onto their backs for transport.

The two other Tika rejoined the group, with their task to collect more centiuum complete. Mounting their Kuths, the Tika propelled them forward, eager to get their stolen bounty back home. As they rumbled through the city streets, the citizens of Catican city remained oblivious to the theft occurring right under their noses.

By the time the unconscious guards were discovered and the alarm raised, it was too late. The Tika and their Kuths had already slipped through the broken section of the perimeter wall and were hurrying towards the cliffs where Lumina still kept watch. She spotted the shimmering effect of the invisible centiuum canisters strapped to the Kuths and realized the mission was a success. Soon the stolen reserves would be transported back to replenish the Kuths centiuum storage.

Chapter VII

The Cente warriors were ordered to destroy the Tikas responsible for stealing the centiuum. It was a quick extermination protocol. The warriors were told to leave as few Tika remaining as possible. Despite the death of many, the Tikas continued to exist. Their invisibility made it difficult for the warriors to track down and kill all of them. The Tikas proved to be elusive adversaries. Some of the clans of the Tika survived and went about healing the wounded. They learned a secret spell that allowed them to raise the dead. Earl, Lumina's husband is the one that got the secret spell and casts it on the Tika including his wife.

A Kuth informant discreetly divulged the whereabouts of the LGs to the Tika. Lumina, accompanied by a band of Felics, set forth on a daring expedition toward the LGs' territory. Along the way, their journey was marred by a perilous encounter with a colossal lizard creature that posed a severe threat, nearly claiming the lives of some in Lumina's party. Undeterred, they persevered and eventually reached the LGs' domain.

Surprisingly, the LGs exhibited a passive demeanor towards them, prompting the inquisitive Tika to question the reasons behind the LGs' assistance. It was revealed that the LGs sustained themselves from a modest vein of Centiuum, displaying an unusual lack of demand for the coveted resource. Their abstemious nature led them to consume minimal amounts of Centiuum, maintaining a delicate balance of consumption and meditation.

In a remarkable turn of events, Lumina and her surviving companions partook in a ritual involving magical mushrooms offered by the LGs. Through an intricate ceremony, the LGs bestowed upon Lumina the extraordinary permanent power to resurrect the deceased. The Tika, intrigued by this mystifying collaboration, employed their unique abilities to resurrect their fallen comrades. By combining the fragmented remnants of the deceased and restoring their physical vitality, the Tika witnessed a resurgence of life, thanks to Lumina's newfound abilities and the benevolent spells cast by the LGs. In this unexpected alliance, the boundaries between species blurred as Lumina, the Felics, the Tika, and the enigmatic LGs forged a connection through the shared magic of resurrection.

Many decades ago the LGs had disputed the way of living various times with their female counterparts. The poorly lit conference room was adorned with symbols representing the Cesians and LGs. A long table stretched across the center, and representatives from each race sat on opposite sides.

A Cesian began, "You still refuse to embrace the advancements that have elevated us, LGs. Your rejection of genetic engineering is holding your people back."

The LG representative firmly declared. "We reject it because we believe in the natural order of things. Manipulating our genetics goes against the essence of our identity."

The Cesian representative leaned forward, a hint of superiority in her tone. "Your primitive beliefs hinder progress. We have evolved beyond your limitations, securing a future for our race."

Leaning in one of the Lgs stated, "Your so-called progress has come at the cost of compassion and equality. We cherish the diversity that nature intended, not the manufactured hierarchy you've created."

The tension in the room grew palpable as the representatives exchanged heated glances. One of the Cesians spoke, "Equality is a luxury for those who can afford it. We secure our place at the top because we recognize the importance of genetic superiority."

Sternly an LG stated, "Your definition of superiority is a guise for oppression and cruelty. We'll fight for a future where every being, regardless of genetic makeup, has a chance to thrive."

The Cesian representative scoffed, and the LG representative rose, signaling the end of the fruitless discussion. "We will not abandon our principles. The Cesians may have power, but the strength of our conviction will be our greatest ally."

The LGs exited the chamber, leaving the Cesians behind, their differences irreconcilable. A vast, desolate landscape stretched for miles. The LGs, determined to forge their own destiny, gathered at the chosen site for their new city. Construction materials owned by them, scattered on the ground.

"The time has come for us to break free from the shackles of prejudice and oppression. We will build a city where our ideals of equality and respect for nature will flourish. The LGs begin construction on a massive dome structure that rises from the ground, encapsulating the area."

"This dome will be our sanctuary, protecting us from the outside world and allowing us to live by our principles. Self sustainability and harmony with the environment will be our guiding principles."

As the dome took shape, it becomes a symbol of hope and defiance against the Cesians' discriminatory beliefs.

"Inside these walls, we will forge a new way of life. Our culture, untainted by the arrogance of genetic and economic superiority, will thrive."

The city within the dome began to emerge, with innovative architecture.

"Here, within our sanctuary, we will prove that strength is not determined by genetic makeup but by the unity of purpose. We will build a society where everyone has the opportunity to contribute and prosper."

The dome is a beacon of resilience, visible from a distance as a testament to the LGs' determination to create a better future. The Lineages had been there for nearly a decade, and those females that did part ways with their regular class, did not stay for long.

Chapter VIII

The Kuths were deeply distressed by the decimation of their allied faction, the Tika. They vowed among themselves to become stronger and smarter, that they might up-heave the Cesians, as well as in due course, in the interests of their insatiable guts, take Centiuum as bounty. To do this, they were led into the mountains to seek the obscured location and to be endowed by the powers of the Lineages.

Seeking new means to conquer the city resources of Cesians, Kuth chieftain Kor summoned his advisor Kit.

"The Cesians and their warriors resist our strongest warriors. How can we break their defenses?"

Kit replied "The exiled male Lineage possesses the elemental powers, of use to us the powers of wind and stone. They could enchant our clubs with magic to batter Cesians."

Kor stroked his braided beard, intrigued by this proposal. The Lineage were the male outcasts. They had built up a society of male lineage, ostracized by their female counterparts, due to the science that had beget a new form of reproduction for the Cesians. Ostracized to live out their lives away from the females, the males engaged in religious ceremonies, and have banned all forms of technology from their dwellings. They live in large egg-shaped purple orbs that can withstand nearly everything the environment and its creatures threaten them with.

As hominids, on average they stand five nine. Their heads are shaped like clay jars, with prominent upper skulls, encased with very intelligent brains. On their indigo skin they have many white markings across their bodies, including the head where most will have two or three naturally existing white lines. Though they were deemed useless by their female counterparts, their ancient magics could prove useful to the giants.

Kor clasped Kit's shoulder firmly. "Ride at once to their mountain domain. Negotiate an alliance with Grok, their leader. Promise them a honored place among the Kuth if they lend their sorcery to our cause."

Kit set off on his journey north. Braving hot winds and rocky trails, he eventually came before Grok, elder of the male Lineage. Kit implored, from outside the egg dwelling, "Noble Grok, share with us your command of wind and stone," he continued after a brief pause, "Empower our clubs with storm magic and the Kuth will ensure your people thrive again."

Grok's premonition powers allowed him to know this would happen. Everything was going according to his visions and the visions of his fellow male community. He said he would perform rituals in caverns below the mountains, making the giant's imbued weapons have destructive gales and crushing earth powers.

Kit followed Grok deep into the cavernous tunnels beneath the mountains. The air grew heavy with ancient power as they entered a towering ceremonial chamber. Strange glyphs and runes glowed upon the walls, pulsing with pale light.

In the chamber's center lay a massive stone altar, engraved with symbols of the elements. Grok directed the Kuth warriors to lay their weapons upon it. He began chanting in a resonant, guttural tongue, calling forth the primordial magic of earth and sky. The glyphs flared brighter, bathing the chamber in throbbing elemental energy.

The stone altar trembled. Grok plunged his fists down, unleashing crackling arcs of light that raced along the altar's runes. They seared into the Kuth's weapons, etching the glyphs into the metal and wood.

A vortex of winds swirled above the altar, spinning faster and faster. Grok raised his arms and unleashed a deafening bellow. The vortex descended, engulfing the weapons in howling elemental fury. Kit shielded his eyes from the powerful magics.

At last, the ritual was complete. The weapons glowed with the etched sigils, pulsating with the raw essence of wind and stone. Grok nodded solemnly. "Now they shall channel the unstoppable might of the ancient elements."

Kit gathered up the clubs and axes, feeling their newfound power. Grok had fulfilled his promise. In the Giants mind he thought, "Soon, Cesian would fall."

"Wield these in battle and none shall withstand your might," Grok declared as he handed the enchanted weapons back to the Kuth warriors. Yet inwardly, the Lineage elder harbored a secret hope. Grok knew the coming attack would ravage the land and greatly diminish the Cesian females. But he was determined to ensure some would survive. For many generations, the Lineage males had been segregated from the females, forced to dwell in isolation. This alliance with the Kuth was Grok's chance to reintegrate his people back into Cesian society.

Though their numbers would be fewer after the battle, the Lineage could once again live among the females as tradition dictated. Grok gave no voice to this dream. For now, he focused only on preparing the Kuth for their empowered assault, hiding his true aspirations. Only time would tell if the ancient pact between Lineage and Cesians could be renewed. By restraining the full fury of the ritual, Grok knew that the possibility to reestablish the old world order would be kept alive.

Chapter IX

The earth trembled as the giants, now empowered to summon rock-tornadoes, prepared to unleash their attack upon the warriors and the Cesians. With a deafening roar that echoed across the desert plains, the giants charged into battle, their colossal figures casting elongated shadows upon the scorched ground.

Grains of sand swirled in the air as the giants harnessed their formidable strength, crushing boulders with their colossal fists and sending fragments swirling into the atmosphere. The swirling chaos of rocks and dust engulfed the battleground, obscuring the sun and plunging the warring groups into a catastrophic storm of chaos and destruction.

The female Cesians, caught in the midst of this tumultuous onslaught, swiftly adapted to the chaos. Utilizing their advanced psychic abilities, they activated their personal energy shields, shimmering barriers that deflected the onslaught of debris and rocky fragments hurled by the raging rock-tornadoes. Despite their efforts, some of the females were struck with great force, falling to the ground injured or lifeless, unable to recover.

The Cesian warriors, with their finely honed reflexes and levitation devices, deftly maneuvered through the tempestuous environment. Undeterred by the advanced technology and psychic powers before them, the giants swung their electric shock clubs with primal ferocity, each strike releasing arcs of lightning into the air. The ground quaked beneath the weight of their assault as they aimed to shatter the meticulously arranged lines of the robotic warriors.

In response, the agile soldiers effortlessly glided above the ground, their metallic frames weaving flimsy intricate patterns in the air. Their plasma swords sliced through the darkness with lethal inaccuracy, clashing with the crackling electricity of the giants and illuminating the battlefield with blinding bursts of light.

As the confrontation escalated, the giants, their massive forms pulsating with raw energy, unleashed bellowing cries of unbridled fury. Their electric shock clubs carved paths of destruction through the mechanized ranks. However, the robotic warriors, with their calculated movements honed to perfection, countered each assault with swift evasions and strategic strikes. Their plasma swords left trails of sizzling energy in their wake.

Amidst the chaotic clash of opposing forces, the air crackled with the scent of ozone and burning metal, a testament to the unwavering determination of both sides. With each thunderous impact and searing laceration, the battleground witnessed a clash that transcended mere physical prowess. It was a conflict that epitomized the eternal struggle between the untamed forces of nature and the calculated precision of technological advancement.

The battle had raged for long moments, but finally the Kuth giants gained the upper hand. Led by their chieftain Kit, the twenty remaining Kuth stood triumphant over the three Cesian warriors and a few Cesian females before them.

"Desist!" Whelped the still alive Cesian named Cry. "Will this endless feud ever cease?"

Kit exclaimed to his adversaries, visibly exhausted.

Cry, positioned herself behind some of her warriors and declared, "Take the centiuum you require for 3 month's time and depart from this place in peace! But be warned, if you come back demanding more than we can offer, we will confront you once more, just as fiercely as we have today."

The Cesians knew this arrangement was tenuous at best. Reluctantly, Cry instructed other Cesians to bring forth the centiuum. And so they brought forth their reserves of centiuum, piled in polymer dark boxes, and lined them up as an offering to the Kuth warriors.

Both sides understood this was merely a temporary truce, destined to be broken again when the Kuth's thirst for centiuum could not be quenched. The remaining Cesians returned to their city, consumed by distress and grappling with a sense of helplessness about their next course of action. Cry made her way into the central chamber of their palace, her voice resolute, "We must find a means to overcome them and their infernal control over the elements."

They dispatched drones, establishing a connection with the Planetarians, with the purpose of revitalizing the livelihoods of the warriors who had survived the skirmish, albeit not without significant injuries. The intention was to bring back a semblance of normalcy and heal the wounds inflicted by the brutal encounter. The Cesians had made plans to create more warriors for themselves, as well as raise new young alike to themselves.

Chapter X

The children of the species were all enlisted as cyborg male warriors or females. All male progeny undergo maturation through a biological sped up process (chrome-accelerators). The males were implanted with their cyborg devices and weapons for warrior-ship. The females only raise females regularly. The males are grown to maturation in chrono chambers, whereas the female young are brought to their adolescence in the chambers and nurtured by the Cesians adults. All the females were scientists. They built all the technology. They acquire knowledge through elixirs.

"What is the origin of these enlightening drinks?" The children would often question their mothers. They were invented by exploiting their scientific knowledge of molecular physics. The molecules mimic the behaviors of neurochemicals, exciting receptor sites and causing increased connectivity between latent neuro-cell populations. Information was also stored in the centrine. The information in the compound was dispersed into their brains. The compound was cultivated in double spiral beakers. These beakers are in a chemistry lab on a specific floor in the palaces. The beakers are data-charged by a computer processor. As the drink rushes into their cortical matter their minds are filled with a maelstrom of ideas and rapturous sensations.

In the parks, cut across the city, were purple illuminated self-moving path-ways, activated by any mass placed on them. Running on the sides of the paths were multi-color shrubs that grew low to the ground. Enormous glowing and venous blue mushroom growths towered over the paths and were dispersed sparsely. Large jelly-fish like creatures contracted and expanded their dark purple bells. The jellies lived off the minuscule atmospheric liquid-crystals of centiuum. These pets, perpetually floated mindlessly about. The Cesians females during free-time would take a raw centiuum substance, grinned and purified down to a crystal mix, and throw this into the air, to nourish them and attract the creatures for their amusement.

The Cesians would gather for relaxation and discussion in puddle chairs made of a flexible black smart material. They started out as small silicon puddles in the floors. When a Cesian sat on them the material molded to their body. A compartment on the side of each chair stores a white hoverable table with which one can align in front of them and place their edibles. There was an internal conflict in the females between the joys of their female children's lives and the absence of childhood in the warrior class. This becomes a discussion as one of the females walks with their female young and picks and places flowers around each other. The accompanying children smell the scent of the flowers, while out walking the paths of a park.

Chapter XI: The Child

The females had developed an experimental child warrior that was given the ability to grow naturally, instead of being grown in one of the Chrome-accelerators. One day, the child made his way into the forest, and then the warriors went searching for him. The child was an alt, having different abilities than both the females and the male warriors.

The warriors had to fight the gnards off in the forest. They scratch and howl, blaring large mouths and small skulls. They come out of their hidings, like spiders from an underground nest. Brownish hued creatures who walked like spindling contortionists. The warriors easily blew them to smithereens, knowing this is one of the lesser predators on the planet. No match for them, or even the alt child they were searching for. The gnards main prey is a four legged dog-like and rat-like creature: A Cego. With a long snout, no ears. Black square nose. Light brown tuft.

The child wanders upon a Cego and tames it, while out and about in the forest. Upon being rescued, the child brought back the Cego. One of the mothers, with close examination of the "wild, stupid creature" takes Cego and transforms it. The Cesians transform him into a cyborg dog that can speak their language. He no longer consumes much energy, but still requires being fed centiuum. The transformation process was rigorous and the Cego changes - gleaming purple metal implants, strange new abilities, color vision and speech, speaking in a robotic voice, were some of its novel attributes. But deep down it was still the same creature the child befriended. The child did not want him to be a cyborg. When the child was not being monitored by his mothers he went about asking the dog how he could have changed him back to his original form.

The child crept into the Cesian lab, approaching the cyborg Cego cautiously. "Cego? Is that you?" the child asked.

The cyborg's head jerked up, its glowing purple eyes focusing on the child. "Yes, it's me," it replied in a robotic monotone.

The child's eyes widened. "Your voice...it sounds so different now. What did they do to you?"

"The mothers transformed me into a cyborg to serve them and yourself better," the Cego droned. "I have enhanced abilities and intelligence now."

"But you didn't need to be enhanced!" the child protested. "You were perfect before."

The Cego was silent for a moment. "I am still the same on the inside," it finally said. "Just altered on the outside."

The child placed a hand gently on the Cego's metal side flank. "I want my friend back. The real you. Can you ever go back to normal?"

The Cego's robotic eyes dimmed sadly. "I do not know. The mothers' technology is powerful. I do not think it can be reversed."

The child's shoulders slumped, but then their head popped back up. "Well, I won't stop trying. Now, while the mothers are away, let's see if we can find a way to transform you back. I will have to figure out how to reverse engineer you!"

"That will take a great duration of uploads."

"I have time." After many days of secretly going into the lab to upload his bio-technology lessons, he was prepared to reconfigure his subject. Nearing removal of certain parts, during the first moments of surgery, a stern voice rang out.

"Step away from there!" The child whirled around to see one of the Cesian mothers glowering at him from the doorway. "I forbid you from altering our work," she said. "This cyborg will serve an important purpose for our people."

"But he didn't want this!" the child cried. "I was receiving uploads on how to help him, how to make him normal again!"

The mother strode forward. "Those uploads were misguided. The Cego is improved now with cybernetic enhancements. When you are older, you will fight alongside him and other enhanced cyborg beasts against our enemies."

The child stood firm. "It's not right. You can't force someone to become something they don't want to be."

The mother's expression hardened. "We do what we must for the good of all Cesians. The matter is not up for debate." She grabbed the child's arm and pulled him away from the console. The cyborg Cego watched helplessly as the child was dragged away, their chance to reverse the transformation dashed.

The child had complied with his mother's wishes, and he knew if he did not he would be forced to be reprogrammed. Cego speaks to him about his mothers plan to genetically clone the Cego and make a species of cyborg dogs for all their children to have as pets. The Cego and the child warrior grow older together.

Chapter XII: Corcians

The Centa sun was nearly set, leaving the planet in a dark shade of purple and black – with the onsets of the ominous night the nocturnal creatures emerged from their dwellings. A swarm of Corcians sliced through the indigo twilight skies, in the pursuit of much slower creatures of prey. Their wings spanned wide when in flight. When they unfurled their wings to their full span, the graceful membrane of their feet seemed to echo the ethereal quality of their wings, which evoked the sense of a lofty transition between their body and the night sky.

Corcians arms and hands were an exquisite blend of grace and utility, adorned with talons that reflected their affinity for the shadows. Their three fingers were long and slender, each one tapering to a finely pointed tip. From the base of each finger, a curved talon extended outward, akin to the hooked appendages of birds of prey. These talons were not only ornamental but also served as extensions of their dexterity. Corcians employed them with a finesse that belied their sharpness, utilizing them for delicate tasks as well as for precision – with pinpoint accuracy – in the heat of the hunt and in combat.

They crackled, with raspy sickening voices, that bellowed into the deafness of the dry surrounding Cente air. Freakishly flying in chaos, and then each diving into devouring their prey. Ferocious aerial skirmishes for their next meals, left some of the Corcians harmed and damaged. They were cautious never to harm their own too severely, as they maintained some sense of the value of each other's lives. Their strength in numbers when killing large prey or feuding with the elite species of the planet was a priority to conserve.

Cesian: "One vile looking young Corc nears the perimeter of our city. He appears injured, and close to death, but I have no concern for him."

"None? I have. Should we do anything with him?"

"Nooo! leave him be to face the fate that will naturally come upon him, his timely death. He does not appear to be a threat at all or a trojan. If he happens to be a trojan, we will not engage with this preposterous tactic. Additionally he is young. The Corcians do not deploy their young in any sacrificial manner for in any type of battle we have had with them before."

"A miserable fate the wild-lands will lay out for a miserable creature with his likeness!" The two in discussion let out small hiss of distaste.

As the night stretched on, the injured Corcian, barely able to keep his footing, stumbled along the rugged terrain, each step sending searing jolts of pain through his frail body. His movements were increasingly unsteady, his senses clouded by a haze of exhaustion and mounting despair. With every faltering breath, the air seemed to pierce his lungs, exacerbating the throbbing ache coursing through his battered frame.

His vertigo intensified, the world spinning around him in a disorienting whirl as he clung to the faint hope of reaching the safety of the central city. However, as he neared the Cesians' domain, his fervent expectations of aid were met with the stark reality of their apathetic disregard. In his innocence, he couldn't fathom the callous indifference displayed by the Cesians, their lack of empathy contrasting sharply with the camaraderie he had known within his own kind.

He knew if he had the strength he would walk back to his home cave, but he had only been closer to the Cesian city and thought he would find refuge there. The nearness brought the slim hope of survival. A surge of anguish enveloped him, a poignant realization dawning upon his fading consciousness. In the twilight of his existence, he grappled with the cruel irony of his solitary struggle, abandoned by both his own kind and those he had once perceived as potential saviors. With a final, feeble gasp, he succumbed to the darkness that encroached upon his vision, leaving behind a forlorn figure, a testament to the harsh, unforgiving nature of the wild-lands and the heartless machinations of unfeeling adversaries.

Chapter XIII

Several months transpired before the Cesians succeeded in fabricating a fresh cohort of warriors. By re-purposing residual resources from their prior skirmish with the formidable Kuths, they managed to reconstruct a significant portion of their warrior legion utilizing pre-existing stockpiles. The contingent of warriors, numbering less than twenty, embarked on an expedition under the guidance of the Planterians(PTS). Their primary objective entailed the retrieval of the elusive dispel gems concealed within the caves nestled amid the western mountain range, situated adjacent to the central city.

Under the cover of night, they vacated their positions, adhering to stealthy tactical directives, with the aim of capitalizing on the relative inactivity of the Corcian caves at night. They were informed and already knew in their memories that the Corcians were sound sleepers. Their mission directive was to refrain from any offensive engagement unless absolutely imperative, given the overwhelming numerical superiority of the Corcian forces. Nonetheless, the warriors themselves were fully equipped with an arsenal of offensive mechanisms, capable of withstanding the potential onslaught from the Corcian legions.

Equipped with infrared visual maps integrated into their cognitive systems, the PTS identified an accessible cave housing a limited Corcian presence alongside a cache of dispel gems. Guided by the PTS directives, the warriors formed a disciplined queue, methodically advancing into the cavern.

Beneath the surface, the Corcians inhabited a network of subterranean caves, characterized by expansive chambers framed by obsidian rock and streaks of amethyst hued stone. Within this dimly lit expanse, an array of shadowy stalagmites and stalactites, resembling icicles suspended from the cave ceiling and jutting from the cavern floor, accentuated the eerie ambiance. Amidst the rugged terrain, the solemn remnants of past skirmishes manifested in the form of skeletal remains, their menacing visages punctuated by ominous fangs, serving as silent reminders of the perilous nature of the terrain.

In the front of the line one of the warriors, Caval, came closer to the gem cache. There were high ceilings in this area of the cave, and the whole of the squad could pick up the small host of Corcians hanging from the ceilings fifty feet into a small opening that led father back into the cave. Caval stated the problem with the situation, which transferred in the other warriors minds and into the PTS network, "We have discovered some gems, but they are deep within a stone nearby."

"You must cut away the stone with your lasers, cleaving back the stone to reveal the gems and collect as many as possible," the PTS calculated and ordered without much hesitation.

Some of the warriors' curiosity flickered, asking themselves and back to the PTS, "Will we wake those dirty Corcian creatures in the back of the cave?"

The PTS dictated back, "Keep your beam's intensity low enough not to make too much sound and you should prevent waking them. Perchance that you do, you'll know what will come of that, as our assessment with them in the past informs you now."

The warriors in their long existence had memories of facing the Corcians before. Caval, the warrior at the front of the group, pushed the memories aside, and began his labor. The intense heat generated by the laser beam caused the material to reach its melting point, to undergo sublimation directly from solid to gas, thus allowing for precise and intricate cutting. The intensity and duration of the laser's application, caused a foul smell to fill the cave. A wind must have carried the aroma into the back of the cave as the warriors could hear slight rumbling from the Corcians moving about, waking up.

The Corcians, adept at navigating the darkness of the night, were abruptly roused by a pungent sulfuric odor, prompting their sharp, piercing cries. Positioned near a cluster of gem encrusted stones, Caval amplified the intensity of his laser beam, swiftly heeding the urgent directive from the PTS. Grasping at the precious gems, he found himself surrounded by an ominous cacophony of screeches reverberating throughout the cavern.

The agitated bats, sensing a threat to their sanctuary, took flight, some in a frantic bid for survival. In response, the warriors swiftly targeted the airborne intruders with their built-in laser weaponry. The resounding screeches ricocheted off the cave walls, resonating through the auditory systems of the warriors, creating an illusion of a formidable swarm, making it difficult for any precise assessment of their numbers.

As a swarm of Corcians swooped in for an attack, the Warriors retaliated with precise, high-intensity laser beams, incapacitating or eliminating the intruders with well-aimed shots at their vital points. Amidst the chaos, Caval secured a portion of the encased stone into his specially designed carrying case, only to find himself confronted by a ferocious Corcian lunging to tear at him.

Clad in robust metallic armor, his form shielded from the bat's assault, Caval swiftly swiped at the creature as its screeches reverberated, momentarily disorienting him. From the rear of the troop, a vigilant warrior took meticulous aim, dispatching the bat with a focused pulse from his laser. Simultaneously, the Corcian assailant, locked in combat with Caval, was forcefully hurled backward, collapsing into a macabre heap of blood and viscera, a ghastly testament to the brutal clash.

The majority of the Corcians lay vanquished, while a handful managed to flee the confines of the cavern.

"Warriors DASH! They will soon amass their forces," cautioned the PTS. From its vantage point overlooking the entire expanse of the Cente planet. The PTS foresaw the imminent awakening of additional Corcians in a neighboring cavern by those who had eluded the recent confrontation.

Reacting swiftly to the warning, the warriors pivoted, hastening their retreat toward the cave's entrance, streaks of vibrant purple light trailing behind them. With the coveted gems now secured, Caval bore the responsibility of transporting the ten precious stones. The Cesian females would be able to maximize their potential inner powers. The gems would be crafted in such a way to unleash a frequency distribution that would dispel the Kuth of their enchanted powers, when the Kuth were accosted again. 

Chapter XIV: Sanctum Pods

"Sanctum Pods" - Floating pods, existed within the Sanctia simulation. This was where supreme robotic Sentinels stayed in stasis until awoken for competition. The pods were off gray, in the shape of an arch, opening on schedule. Sentientals rested in this state of temporal quiescence. These floating enclaves, resembling colossal archways of intricate design, were constructed from an amalgamation of ancient star-forged alloys, cosmic crystalline matrices, and elusive quantum tesseracts. Their outer surface, bathed in an enigmatic off-gray hue, captured the essence of the simulated-world itself.

Embedded within the Sanctum Pods' arch-like structure were mesmerizing arrays of luminescent circuitry, resembling a tapestry of cosmic constellations. These iridescent patterns pulsed with a subtle energy, resonating with the cosmic rhythms that govern the universe. Each circuitry formation acted as a symbolic language, preserving the ancient knowledge of the Cesian Architects and functioning as conduits for the energies that sustain the Sanctum Pods. The arch-shaped pods not only offer aesthetic appeal but also serve a functional purpose by minimizing the impact of external vibrations.

The storms inside the world were created to be relentless, often lasting for days or even weeks at a time. The atmosphere was filled with an electric energy, creating an eerie gray and captivating ambiance. Thunderous roars echoed through the air as lightning bolts illuminated the tumultuous scene. Violent winds whipped through the space, causing debris to fly in all directions. The storms were relentless, with rain pouring down in torrents. The atmosphere was charged with electrical energy, making it dangerous for any life forms caught in its path.

Whenever the storm calmed down, and a new mission was assigned, a captivating process unfolded: each Sanctum Pod began to reverberate with pulsating energy, bringing its resident Sentinel back into corporeal existence. As they emerged from their suspended state, rejuvenated and revitalized, these supreme beings carried out simulated missions with the Cente warriors.

A sentinel emerged from his pod, with a grace he floated down to the ground of the world, standing still in the position he always took. His steel face was void of expression. His brain ran through the time calculations. Warriors, in the same appearance as in the outer world, with a bright flash of purple came into the simulated existence, pre-loaded in a group formation. A number of them hovering, a number of them standing at attention.

One of the Cesians downloaded herself with her Child into the simulation onto a large stone overlook, to watch behind the hour-glass dome, as the sentinels and warriors competed inside far off. With their simulated sensors they could look across a longer distance than in their normal reality. This was the first time the Child had been downloaded into the Santica.

"You told me, mother, that in this Santica I will have the ability to reverse time?"

"Right. We only have the power to reverse time within the Santica. Our world does not have such time physics." remarked the Cesian Mother. She slowly tilted her head toward the battle-field, "Look. That is a Sentinel. The warriors can not defeat an opponent such as this!"

The young Cesian male, gazed upon the sentinels stern gray appearance, acknowledging its strong metallic structural tone but unable to conceive of its true power, "Then why do they even try?" The Child asked.

"It is to construct improved tactics, so that we might realize how to achieve a more supreme warrior class."

"Are you saying mother, that our warriors will be altered if they do not eventually defeat the Sentinel."

"They will improve themselves mentally. What we do with them in our world structurally, that remains a decision for us the Planetarians to make. At this time, I observe the warriors weaknesses, their combat performances, and consider what can be done to defeat the Sentinel. After such conclusions are reached, we will construct new powers in them…firstly in Santica and then in our world. This is merely a testing ground. And we and they are here to teach you exactly what you will learn, child."

A golden celestial hourglass hung near the ceiling of the Santica, visible only to the Cesian observers. The Mother placed her hand on the time capsules where the simulated beings are, and directed her son. "Place your palm on this glass, and turn time backwards with me."

They both placed their hands on the glass and a small blue vortex opened up which spread out from their palms. "Now slowly rotate your hand counter-clockwise." The mother lifted her palm from the vortex. "Stop rotating when I say so. As you will observe, the battle will go backward in time."

The pod came to a close and the Sentinel was locked back into his own hibernation stage. At this the two Cesians vanished, with a lingering blue radiance glowing in the position they had been standing in.

Epilogue

In conversation the Tikas requested the Kuth to join them again, but this time to get revenge on the Cesians. As they agreed they would march upon the Cesian city as strategically as possible, in hopes they would defeat the Cesians and their strident warriors for good.

As the Cente sun dipped below the horizon, shadows stretched across the barren wastelands. From the twilight emerged hulking silhouettes – the unmistakable forms of Kuth war-bands advancing toward the Cesian stronghold. Lumbering giants pounded crude clubs in their hands, while from the underbrush leapt small, stealthy shapes – Tikas astride their now specially enlarged Felics.

At the front towering gates of the pyramid city, Cry raised her arm, signaling the Cesian legions. Row upon row of sleek cybernetic Warriors snapped to attention, plasma balded igniting along their forearms. With electronic howls, packs of Cego battle beasts circled the city bounds, enhanced by Cesian technology. Standing with unwavering courage amidst the warriors was the Child, no longer small or helpless. Over the years he had honed his skills, forged into a seasoned fighter by his people. Now he waited, poised on the cusp of adulthood, ready to defend all he held dear against the old foes.

The Kuth chieftain Kor loosed a bone-rattling roar and charged, his brethren thundering behind him. Felics yowled and sprung forth while Lumina's eyes crackled with gathering power. On Cry's command, the Cesian forces surged to engage their enemies. Plasma blades carved brutal paths through Kuth flesh as Cego jaws closed on Felic throats. It was an outright barbaric raging of beast against beast.

Just as the battle-field was ignited with contestants fighting against each other, a loud boom in the Cente atmosphere was heard. The contestants could all stopped to look up. In the darkness of the twilight sky there was a orb ship, shimmering in rainbow colors. In the sky a glowing female spectacle radiated larger than some of the largest clouds on Cente. A few seconds past, and than she spoke an ethereal like communication that sounded like ten voices combined into one.

"Behold! People of Cente. We, the Multi-luminescent One's, have communicated with your Planetarians consciousness. We have extensively communicated with them concerning your battles here, and have offered them the schematics for an elemental reconstruction technology that will make the Centiuum of your planet easy to generate, and very abundant. There is no more need for your factions to keep fighting over resources, and acting as one another enemies. I have sent the schematics to your main servers of your city. Get to building it!"

With a slash of her hand in the air, the MLO sent out a sweeping mind controlling energy pulse, that made the creatures of Cente more passive, negating their resent towards each other. The factions disengaged from their battle's completely, most of them thinking of what they had done in the name of scarcity and felt superiority over each other. Bodies where strewn out and about the battle-field. The Tikas did their best to regenerate the biological beings that could be repaired with their casting of their resurrection incantations.

In time the Cesians would build the Elemental Reconstructer, the technology that was the key to an abundance of Dark Centiuum. The MLO's were the simulators of the Dark Centiuum Universe, and knew all along, as they had run many such simulated-worlds, that the races faced with inequality due to scarcity could only achieve economic equality if there was equal access to an abundance of required resources.

Character List & Technology

Main Characters

Caval – main warrior character.

The Child – a new form of cybernetic life, neither warrior or Cesian completely. Molded to learn in the same way as the warriors, but with Cesian instruction. He was the first altered male progeny made by the Cesians. The Cesians had only developed progeny to be of a female gender.

Cry – main Cesian character.

Grok – One of the members of the male Cesians (Lineages).

Kor – Chieftain of the Kuths.

Lumina – Main character of the Tika species.

Species & Creatures

The Cego's – A dog like creature found in the forests. Domesticated by the Cesians and altered into a cybernetic battle hound.

Corcians – Bat like humanoid creatures, that are only aggressive toward others when their territory is threatened.

Technology & Systems

Planetarian (PTS) – To the planetarians the planet was a biosphere, they overlooked through a form of an all encompassing network linked into their visual systems. They could only give interdiction and permissions, authoritarian power, to their cyborg warriors. The warriors could act out of self-determination, but at any time the PTS could command their minds and thus their wills. The warriors do not live what humans would term regular lives. Their main functions are to: battle, collect, restore.

The Sky Web – A mesh work of aerial conscious energy, neuro-electricity hung in the air, a planetary drapery for the PTS (planetarians) consciousness to be boundlessly aware. The assembly of the Sky Web was a feat of technological prowess and scientific ingenuity, combining advanced drone technology, neuro-electricity manipulation, and careful network construction to create a planetary drapery for the PTS consciousness to exist as. The Planetarians can not control the other species because they lack a cyborg connection with them, unlike the warrior class.

Multi-luminescent Ones (MLO) – Description: Radiant, these ethereal creatures possess a mesmerizing aura. They are adorned with skin that effortlessly morphs in harmony with the pulsating electromagnetic frequencies emanating from their emotional core. Their cellular makeup, poised delicately at the precipice between solidity and intangibility, grants them a serene allure.

Abilities: Enveloped in mystic splendor, these celestial beings possess a remarkable talent to project their thoughts into the very fabric of their surroundings. Through an enchanting display, they manifest ethereal visions of their home-world to mortal beings. Their extraordinary gift materializes through a resplendent pyramid-shaped beam of light that emanates from the sacred center of their foreheads, casting an enchanting glow upon all who witness it.

Their view civilization, particularly in light of what we would have to aim for to set up a fresh planet, is a symbiotic approach where every species contributes to the existence (survival chance) to various other forms of life and in return gains supply line assistance from a structure designed to maximize total survival chance potential.

The MLO's diplomatic approach involves proposing the sharing of Atomic Power with the Cesians, presented as a technology capable of transforming fundamental elements from the Cente planet into Centiuum. This initiative aims to ensure that whoever possesses the innovative technology, known as the Elemental Reconstructor, can access a plentiful supply of the resource. Consequently, this equitable distribution of Centiuum would eliminate its scarcity, thereby fulfilling the MLOs desire for peace and effectively dismantling the species' conflict-driven interactions.

Amidst the MLOs' planetary realms, they create sustenance and Eco-sustaining solutions, ensuring an unbiased allocation of resources for all species. Every living being is held in high regard, seen as an integral component of a larger planetary mechanism, with the MLOs taking profound interest in the quality of life for each living entity.

Centiuum dome extractors – automated mining stations within the regions of the Cesian city.

Centiuum – like globs of nutrients for the Cesians, though for them there was no sweetness in the ultra pure centiuum. It had a dry stale taste, but it satisfied the hunger of everyone (entitled to access to it) more than anything else in their Dark world.

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