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Hey guys! Mr. Cloak here with a new fanfiction for y'all, this time, a Star Wars fanfic!

Yes, it is a self-insert (sort of), but I am also taking advantage of a few logical flaws regarding the space magic known as The Force.

The concept is simple.

In theory, someone with the right mental state should have infinite power, right? Since they draw from the universe to power their 'abilities', and the universe did not collapse when someone tried to force-choke an enemy, suggests that it is, while not infinite, an excessively massive source of power.

Therefore, what is the right sort of mind that can harness these energies? What sort of mentality do you need in order to leverage this power?

Hint: Mwahaha.

Yeah... Anyway, I dreamt this one up after reading several other fanfics that went over what happened near the new of the Clone Wars, and I didn't really like the implied endings. Especially the ending that was implied for Ahsoka, and the Jedi. Seriously, Sidious? Could you waste any more valuable resources?

Kind of based on the stories Last Second Savior, Broken Chains, and I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For... No spoilers! ;P

Anyway, I don't own Star Wars. Don't sue me.

Oh, and before I forget- I had to release a YouTube video for an assignment, and I am curious about what all of you thought about it. Just search 'Breakout Nations Russia', and it should be the first thing that pops up. My YouTube name is Camramaster (yes, it's spelled right), and I have been suggested to make a lets play because reasons.

So... Yeah. Let me know what you think.

Enjoy!

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Chapter 1- Awakening


Pain. Pain and darkness- of those two, _ didn't mind the darkness so much, but did mind the pain. It was... Unpleasant. Still, the on,y stimuli were pain and darkness- no feeling of blankets, no feeling of the heating pad he slept on when it got really cold, no buzz of electricity in the walls or pull of the magnetic field that was omnipresent on Earth... Damn, that pain was annoying.

With a mental sigh, _ reached into his own psyche, and shunted the pain away. Pain was not a sensation that could be ignored, but, as hundreds of hours of martial arts training had taught him, pain was just a warning from the nerves, saying that they were being stimulated beyond what they were used to.

Wait- martial arts training? But _ couldn't even remember his name. Quickly, fighting off panicking, he quickly inventoried his memories.

The map was complete still- his kernel appeared intact, and the incredibly complex interaction of layers of knowledge around his core that his memories insisted should be there were present. Belief was missing, but he had been without that layer for years. Relaxing slightly, he checked the other kernel-shields that he had in his mind, and how they linked to his memories.

Childhood- somewhat complete. Concussions throughout the years had damaged some memories, but most mental primers were intact. He could even remember his family- although his and their names were gone, somehow.

Teenage years- similarly complete. _ would argue. That he had not been a child since he had become a teenager, as he knew that he had siblings to take care of, and tried to do so from before even that point.

Adult years- short, but complete. University had been interesting- learning he was not cut out for engineering had been... Painful... But the experiences he had had learning business and getting his degree (almost- only one semester left) before... What?

He remembered going to sleep, but... This was not sleep. For one, he hadn't had dreams that were uncontrolled since the biofeedback lessons, and two... The pain in his dreams usually ceased when he was lucid enough to do so.

That and he couldn't see his body.

No sooner had this revelation passed his mind than space, time, matter, and energy slammed into him, as he was forced into a body.


Planet: Dathomir

Date: 19.6 BBY / Year 978.6 - Ruusan Reformation/ Year 3,631.6 after the signing of the Treaty of Coruscant / 36,431.6 TYA


Several different types of sentient species, some humanoid, some not, were all strapped down around the ritual circle. It had taken the Sisters a few months, but they had collected all the samples needed to ensure the ritual would be successful.

Mother Talzin watched as the Nightsisters carefully bled a measured amount from every single being there- and, using a ritual knife, sliced along her own arm, collecting the blood with her power, where she floated it to the middle of the ritual circle.

"In the beginning," the Mother chanted, "there were three celestial beings. Formed from the waters of life, and formed upon the universe as shadows in the water." She took a deep breath, blood still pooling before her. "One became of the Dark, one became of the Light, and one chose neither."

With but a flick of conscious thought, the blood from the various sacrifices streamed up to meet the sphere of the Mother's blood, but not touch it. Instead, the blood formed a massive lens shape, and her own compressed until it formed a pinpoint of light, a miniature star, no larger than the head of a pin, but glowing bright enough to make the Nightsisters shield their eyes.

"Tonight, we call forth another One, born of ash and blood, to serve us all!" Mother Talzin commanded. "Prepare the flames!"

Every single sacrifice had a torch behind them, flicking merrily as they illuminated the sacrifices. As one, the Nightsisters stopped their bloodletting of the sacrifices, and stood behind the torches. With a quick flick of their hands, the torches flared, taller and brighter than before, eclipsing the tiny star that hovered above the floating liquid lens.

"Focus!"

On Talzin's command, the torches narrowed, angled, and obliterated the still-living sacrifices into ash, which spiraled into a cloud that hovered just below the bloody lens.

Talzin began to chant, a resonant, guttural chant, that echoed for far longer than the mere size of the fortress's main cavern should imply. She reached out, through what most would call 'The Force', beyond life, death, and beyond the universe itself, for a destroyer, as the glowing-green magic of Mother Talzin and the Nightsisters flowed into a ring around the tiny star, and began to rapidly orbit it as a ring of flaring green power.

One who would be able to destroy Dooku, and his master, if they threatened the Nightsisters again. One who would end the threat that the Sith represented. One that could be greater than all the other Ones before it.

She continued chanting, as the sisters around the circle, as one, stopped focusing the flames, having pushed the cloud of ash into the middle of the circle. Within the cloud, shapes bubbled and twisted, as the light that filtered through the bloody lens above the cloud illuminated shapes from beyond the visible universe- but none were right for the job.

Talzin wanted a being of power, and yet, one that would not betray them like the Sith Lords would inevitably would.

After half an hour of holding the ritual, and nothing having come through, Mother Talzin felt like she should stop. After all, the Book of Shadows did state that there was a chance that nothing would be able to come through-

The tiny star flared, the glowing lines of power imploded, and the lens of blood collapsed into the imploding ash cloud- and where the cloud once was, there was a naked pinkish humanoid, curled into a fetal position, shivering in the middle of the ritual circle.

"Rise!" The mother intoned, as the Sisters raised their energy-bows, and drew them on the figure huddling on the floor in the circle.


_ laid upon the floor and groaned. Pain was so much worse when you had a body to feel it. Paradoxically, it also receded faster, but it was worse before it receded, so overall, the experience was even more unpleasant.

He breathed in, pulling more air into the painful lungs-before his mind flooded the space around his body, and suddenly, he knew so much about his surroundings that it wasn't even funny.

He knew there were thirteen feminine shapes surrounding him- an inner circle of six, and an outer circle of seven, all pointing some form of weapons at him. He felt a fourteenth one, a female form, somehow stronger than the others- where they twisted the medium he used to feel around them, she bent it at right angles and forced it into painful shapes.

Thinking quickly, _ used the new sense to isolate the most unlikely-to-punch-him-in-the-dick-feeling female in the circle, and, putting his chances into a theory regarding the elasticity of space, /pinched/ the space around him, and the space where he wanted to be in relation to her.

With a CRACK, _ appeared behind the woman that felt least likely to punch him in the dick, and grabbed her face, reaching into her mind for the information she had. _ pushed into her mind, despite the pain radiating from every part of his screaming body, and copied the language, basic mathematics, and was reaching for more information when the medium screamed a warning. He /pulled/ on the medium, and directed the bolt of red/purple energy into the ceiling.

"Stay back!" _ shouted, directing his attention to the dozen of women who were ready to fire at him. Every weapon appeared to be... Laser bows? Really? _ sighed, reached out, and /twisted/ the medium with his mind, crumpling all the energy weapons into tiny spheres of scrap. "Laser bows? Really?"

The older woman standing on her pedestal floated down, gracefully buoyed by nebulous green gasses. "It is... Traditional." She muttered, before focusing her silver-grey eyes on this being. "Unhand the sister!"

_ shrugged, and stepped away from his ex-hostage, coving his nakedness with a hand. His other clenched in the air, and, from within it, a spark of light appeared. "Now, lady... Where am I?"

He looked down, then back up, spark flaring slightly.

"And can I have some clothes?"


_ re-adjusted his clothing as he followed the mother through the mazelike tunnels that wove through the mountain around them. He was just about 6 ft tall, but the Dathomerians were, for the most part, shorter than that. And, for some reason, he now had a tail.

A tail!

"Stop fidgeting, Destroyer." Stated Mother Talzin. She refused to call him anything else until he picked a name. "Your clothes are large enough for you, and it is undignified for a being such as yourself."

"Yes... But they are women's clothes." And that was the problem from _'s perspective. Male Zabrac and Dethomerians were shorter than he was, and scrawnier, given the examples he had seen. Because he looked, quite frankly, ridiculous in the tiny clothing, and the fact that his body was fairly skrawny at the moment (disputes the wide shoulders), he managed fit in the NightSister's more... Ninja-like clothing.

It still crept into places it shouldn't have though.

A Sister ran up. "Mother, your food is ready... In your quarters."

"Very good." Purred Talzin. "Destroyer, it is time for you to learn why we summoned you."

_ cocked his head slightly. "Right..."

The tunnels were interwoven, but they were fairly easy to follow. _ felt that, with his new skin, and current level of sensitivity, could feel the way the wind was blowing- literally. It gave him a way out... But he was curious.

The mother led him through the tunnels a little ways farther, and they came across a comfy hole-in-the-wall. It was a room that, despite being fairly small, managed to have an illusion of space by the artfully-hung curtains and other subtle placement effects.

Once _ and Talzin sat down, several of the daughters brought in various dishes. After the food came, she waved a hand in the general direction of the dishes. "Help yourself."

_ reached for a dish, and stopped. He knew where everything was, but it was washed out. Then, he opened his eyes.

It felt like someone was inserting white-hot needles into his brain through his eye sockets, even in the barely-lit room.

Stifling a scream, _ closed his eyes tightly. "Why does everything hurt?"

Talzin cocked her head to one side. "You haven't used this body before. It's new."

He shook his head, muscles twanging with new sensations. "You summoned me from my home. What do you want?"


Mother Talzin was unnerved. She was very strong in the Force- and not necessarily just in the forms the sisters used for their powers. Sensing others, feeling the Force-presence of those around her.

The being they summoned was like feeling the edge of a pit. It was dark, but in the same way space is dark- there was just a feeling of space. If she was too far away, she couldn't feel him... And that made this more difficult than it should have been.

"We need you to keep us safe from Count Dooku and his Master." She purred, as the being rubbed it's eyes.

"Those two?" Muttered the being. "When during the Clone Wars is this?"

"You know of the Clone Wars?" The Mother was surprised. "Did Sister Lari tell you?"

Said sister was somewhere else in the fortress, blushing from the power of the Memory Acquisition. They were supposed to be resistant , if not immune, to such methods of spell craft.

"No..." The destroyer chewed on a piece of the cooked bread-root. "It was a (untranslated) show for children and Star Wars fanatics."

"What is 'Star Wars'?"

The destroyer groaned. "A long story of conflict- the dark against the light. And I think I'm in the middle of it now, aren't I?"

"I would say... Perhaps." Talzin purred. "Will you help us?"

The destroyer shrugged. "Why not? After all, I would assume our relations would be less than cordial if I refused."

The Mother smiled, her confidence increasing when she heard that. It seemed that the destroyer was not looking for a fight.

The destroyer took a deep drink of water. "I will need knowledge-"

"You will have it." Talzin snapped her fingers, and two of the sisters walked into the room, carrying a thick book. "This is the Book of Shadows- a descriptive text about what we can do, and our understanding of the Force, as others call it. All our power can be found and understood here." Except the bits she had removed and safeguarded, but those were few and darker than anything else in the book.

"Thanks?" The being looked confused. "I meant knowledge of ships, weapons, automatons- that sort of thing. I can absorb knowledge from people, so I may as well put that ability to good use. This book will be useful though- once I... Get used to? This body."

"Hmm..." Talzin thought about it. It was possible, there were several sisters off-world, and they could find appropriate... Sources for the destroyer to harvest knowledge from. "I will see what we can do, Destroyer."

The destroyer sighed. "Can you at least stop calling me that? My name is _."

"Destroyer, none of us can hear your name." Insisted Talzin. "It sounds like a buzzing, or a pause where a name would be." Like the true name of any of the Ones.

_ cocked his head. "That's... A problem I haven't had before. Well then, call me Delta."

Mother Talzin nodded. "Very well, Delta."


_, now renamed Delta due to a universal quirk, relaxed in his quarters. His body didn't look anything like it did before he was 'summoned'... For anything other than the details. He turned back to the mirror to check his appearance.

His hair was still the same, a deep red-black, and his eyes were the same- dark brown irises... But those were all the similarities.

His body was fairly short now, scrawny, and fairly androgynous in appearance- possibly because of who 'summoned' him, he thought. He checked- yes, he was still male. (That was a not-inconsiderable relief from his perspective.)

Well, at least he wasn't fat, Delta conceded. It would be nice if his muscles from years of martial arts and working out had come with him, but these ones would work- they were firm enough, and he could feel the overall strength they possessed.

Delta laughed briefly when he realized that, if anyone had looked in, would have seen him, half-naked, in front of the mirror, fondling himself.

He felt a sting on his new appendage, and twitched. His tail, an appendage he had not had to deal with before, felt prehensile, and was incredibly flexible.

Delta pulled off the oddly-shaped shirt he had been gifted, and relaxed. For a body created by a all-female cult, this body could be worse.

He began to read the Book of Shadows.


It took a few weeks, but the sisters managed to 'acquire' the specialists that Delta asked for.

The 'acquired' people- two clones from the republic, a dug (Delta remembered their species from the Phantom Menace), a masked being that the sisters called a 'Kel-Dor', a green-blue being in an atmospheric suit called a 'Skakoan', and a blue female twi'lek- were standing with the guard of NightSisters, Mother Talzin, and Delta on a rise within the massive swamp around the Fortress.

Mother Talzin had shown him a map, and knew that, for nearly three hundred Khelters (at about one Khelter per kilometer), there was just swampland in the direction he was facing.

Delta took a deep breath, and reached out in the Force (seriously, that name just screamed 'Control' and 'Submission'), flexing his mental muscles as he focused on the precious metals in the soil, stone, and slurry-like mud that made up these swampy plains. He used one hand to 'grab' them, and felt the resistance almost immediately. Mostly gold, but bits of silver and platinum were included in his focus.

Targets of focus located, Delta reached down, into the molten core of the planet, and pulled up a thin filament of heat, which, with the flick of his fingers, he formed into a column of potential force.

He giggled as he did this, scaring almost everyone around him other than Mother Talzin. This was something they did not think was possible to do with- pulling raw materials out of the ground with the Force- until he did it a few days ago.

There was a chamber full of copper, platinum, gold, and silver that he had pulled up from a volcanic fissure a few Khelters to the west that day. Effectively atomically pure too, so it was very valuable stuff.

The scale of this was greater than he had previously attempted, but it was still doable. In theory.

He clenched and rotated his hand, and began to extract the valuable metals, channeling the excess energy he was collecting into the tiny motes across the titanic expanse of the swamp.

Hundreds of kilometers of swamp heated up and began to churn, as the materials under the mud were pulled up. Soon, a cloud of glinting dust swirled into the air above the group of people.

Delta grinned internally as he mentally thanked NightSister Lari.


The NightSister felt a sudden surge of thanks from the hole that had been poked in her mental shields.

Once again, proving that Dathomerians could blush.


The Force around Dathomire rippled, as someone with an idea of what power meant channeled it- for the first time in hundreds of thousands of years.


Delta addressed the 'acquired' people. "I personally apologize for the method by which you have been brought here-"

"You should be, Bantha Poodo!" Snapped the Dug as Delta winced. "You dragged us here, and haven't told us anything!"

"Please be more quiet." Delta muttered- which echoed louder than it should have. "My ears are new. However, I will address that- if there are no other (untranslatable) that want to vent. Anyone?"

The others looked up, and saw the dust whirring faster and faster, almost looking like a swarm of insects. Then, they looked at each other, and almost chorused their response.

"We're fine!"

The whirling cloud of metal dust slowed down.

"Great." Delta clenched a hand, and the dust began to coalesce into round spheres of gold, silver, and platinum. "You have been selected because I need to know more about the world I have been called into, and you all have knowledge I need."

One of the clones stood up, angrily. "I will not betray any republic secrets to you!"

"And I don't ask for any of that." Delta assured the clone. "All I want, from you, is the knowledge of your profession. No secrets from the Republic, or the Confederacy."

"And why are you tell us this?" Questioned the Kel-Dor, with his odd face mask and goggles.

"Despite the kidnapping, I wish to compensate you." The spheres of precious metals coalesced above Delta. "Would 10 kilograms of the precious metal of your choice be sufficient?"

Mother Talzin chuckled. These people had been kidnapped, and would be more willing to resist than agree out of sheer stubbornness- at least for the humans and the dug. Then she looked at the rapidly-spinning, floating spheres of precious metal.

She watched the sentients look between Delta, and the spinning spheres, and had to stifle a laugh as she saw their tiny minds make the connection between Delta's finger movements and the sphere's flight paths.

Delta shook out a slightly-cramping hand, and several spheres accelerated past the sound barrier, blasting through trees like siege cannon shells.

Talzin reassessed her prior assumptions. They would probably agree.

They did. Quite emphatically too.

Tril Koji, Twi'lek hyperspace physicist, was frightened. Terrified to the bare edge of rational thought, really. She had been kidnapped by the NightSisters, assassins that were known only for their name, and the use of mythical powers that they utilized to leave their targets mostly dead. Not always, just... Mostly.

The rumors were both colorful and nightmare-inducing.

The worst part was that none of her experience at the hands of her captors had been particularly traumatic! She had simply gone to sleep on one world, and woken up in a ship as it was landing. Then, the sisters shepherded her, and the others, to this one spot in the swamp.

Then the terrifying little almost-human had, using some power like the Force, pulled up huge quantities of precious metals that glinted in the sun, and had now compressed the metals using that same power into small spheres, which whizzed around them at terrifying speeds.

It was like standing in a sandstorm, but with grains the size of her fists, and mind-shattering speeds.

Then the human stared into her eyes for a moment, and she fell into the dark pits that his eyes became.

Suddenly she was standing on a perfectly smooth surface, and there was a glowing humanoid figure standing next to her... Well, it's edges were glowing in the same way a black hole in front of a nebula glows around it's edges.

The eyes were two pits of darkness.

"Welcome to the inside of your own mind!" A voice echoed out from the figure next to her. "I am Delta, and I thank you in advance for your part of our transaction... Are you alright?"

"Am I alright?" Tril snapped, her anger overpowering her fear for a moment- but only for a moment. "Oh goddess... No, I meant-"

"Calm down. I won't harm you." The dark figure shifted, slightly nervously. "All I need is knowledge."

The twi'lek did not really believe him, but in the event that this male was telling not telling the truth, cooperating might make him less likely to hurt her.

"I won't hurt you, you know." He said, to her sudden blush. "And we are in your mind- it is difficult to keep your thoughts quiet when I am right here, listening to you." He chuckled. "If it helps, I don't lie. I do sometimes play word games, but that's mostly just to amuse myself."

She blinked. "Alright..." She said slowly. "What do I need to do?"

"Think about your experience learning, and I will live your memories, thereby learning from your experiences." He pointed to a large mass of clouds that suddenly became visible on the surface. "There they are."

Tril suddenly realized there was a significant opportunity here- "Can you, also, in payment, make me feel good while you do it?"

Delta blinked, nonplussed at the request. "Um... Sure?"


The Twi'lek groaned when Delta turned away, and promptly collapsed on the floor, twitching repeatedly.

He laughed nervously. "Yeah... I'll try not to do that with anyone else." An orb of solid gold, orbited by several smaller silver spheres and a single, rippled platinum orb, floated down out of the maelstrom around them, and landed, gently, in a small piled beside her.

"Your monetary compensation, Tril Koji."

She moaned and writhed for a few seconds, before curling around the metal pile, almost purring as her letuku (head tentacles) flexed and twisted of their own accord, eyes held tightly shut.

Two NightSisters picked up the twi'lek gently as they carried her away, while a third picked up the metal orbs (somewhat awkwardly), and followed the first two.

It took a while before Delta could absorb their knowledge- and he tried not to cause them mind-crippling orgasms when he did so.


A few days later, Delta, Mother Talzin, and the Nightsisters were all meditating, utilizing the force in concert to construct a droid.

Well, they were more watching and feeling then helping him, feeling the way he approached the problem of assembly and the construction of new parts through the force.

He originally started off with piles of raw materials, raw metals and sand that he had collected from the swamp/fissure, and, using a column of raw heat pulled up from the earth's core, melting the raw material into more refined stuff, then forming it into the part he needed.

Quick bursts of lightning flowed from Delta's fingertips were used to magnetize small parts, which slid into place among the other pieces. Servos, magnetic bearings, all these formed on a whim or twitch of a finger. Even the air bent to his whim, forming bubbles around things that he didn't want the air to mix with.

In an hour, a single droid was completed- an HK-51 model, modified for many potential jobs. Although, without any programming whatsoever, it was just a dead weight. But, with the will of thirteen NightSistsers (and one Delta), a tiny sliver of the living force was severed from the universe, and provided a place to sit within a diamond imbedded in the circuitry of it head.

This crystal was where the personality chip would go, if it had a slot for one, but Delta thought this would be more... Elegant.

Over the course of a day, the Sisters watched as Delta used a salvaged computer to program the droid, and provide it motor control, then basic programs from salvaged combat droid components.

"It's a good thing all of these droids have such a modular design." Chuckled Delta as he worked on the running program, tweaking it for the droid's proportions. "Otherwise, this would take forever."

By day 3 the debugger had finally stopped painting everything in red, and the program had been uploaded to the brand-new droid after Delta deemed it 'meh, good 'nuff'.

Before the droid was activated on the 4th day, he requested that all the sisters and Mother Talzin available be present. Once they arrived, he said three words. "Please Don't Shoot."

Then he activated the droid.

It whirred for a few seconds, then sat up, eyes glowing violet. It looked around, before focusing on Delta. "Greetings Creator."

"Hello!" Grinned Delta. "Please self-designate."

The droid cocked it's head slightly. "I am... Unamed. This is particular.

Delta's grin increased somehow. "Good. But a name is earned, not given. You will earn a name, and have purpose from your own self-determination."

"I don't understand... Why don't I understand?" The droid began to look around faster. "Why do I have these extra processing cores? Why am I able to-"

"Internal thought and consciousness is important if you are going to help me." Explained Delta. "I don't want servants. I want partners- and you will help me."

The droid thought about it for a while, and then began to get off the slab, slowly standing up. "I will help."

Delta beamed. "Perfect." His grin became slightly more manic. "Now, we just need to steal some droid fighters!"

Talzin, who had been watching the proceeds with some not-inconsiderable interest, froze. "Wait- what?"

"Or buy them. Which ever."


A few days later, on Iego, just outside Jaybo's storehouse.

"How much for the droid fighters?"

Jaybo looked up from his hammock between the two massive Vulture droids, at the oddly dressed group. "Who are you supposed to be?"

Delta sighed. He knew exactly what he and his two escorts looked like- three NightSisters, and this kid was probably going to be difficult. "Someone who is interested in buying at least one, maybe more of the droid fighters."

"Yeah..." Jaybo leaned back into his hammock, and began to rock it. "The Jedi were more convincing."

The boy shrieked as he was hoisted into the air by his ankle.

"Now -Jaybo was it- you are going to be a bit more polite, or my asocciate here is going to see if these droids are smart enough to catch you from flying a few Khelters up." Delta didn't even need to sound menacing, because Lari was currently holding the little prick up with the Force, and the droids couldn't determine who was doing it.

She had gotten better on the flight over, and barely had to twitch to lift or throw something.

The still-unnamed HK-51 droid popped out from a small crack between the doors. "I can infiltrate their programming, if need be, creator, but there is an automated assembler in here that can build vulture droids."

Delta nodded. "Pack it up, and get it onboard. I need to have a little chat with the mechanic here..."


Jaybo was freaking out. While the Jedi had been impressive, these guys were scary- what even was holding him up! What even was- his thoughts were interrupted as he dropped slightly, and rotated around to face one of the oddly-dressed people.

"Look at me." The voice instructed, and Jaybo was unable to disobey.

He fell into the dark pits of the being's eyes.


End Chapter 1


"Do or do not, there is no try."- Jedi Master Yoda, instructing Jedi younglings.

"'Do or do not, there is no try'? That's absurd. There is only trying, and how much effort you put into it. Fail or succeed, at least you tried- and in the end, that's what really matters. Are you trying to categorize the universe in absolutes?"- Delta, as soon as he heard that saying.


Hope y'all enjoyed the chapter! I expect this to be very fun to write, and I hope it's fun to read. This, or it's sister story (MetalMind: Contast) will update every two weeks- I hope. I am going to be entering the final semester of college, so my update schedule is going to flex a bit.

Please review! It really encourages me, and helps me aim the future story lines.