Well, here we are.
I think this was one of the points that really changed up my plans for progressing as a commander. I mean, originally, it was just follow the normal 'go to universe, defeat evil faction (or grey faction that you dislike the most), reverse engineer their shinies, improve life for everyone, repeat ad infinity, and stick it to R.O.B..
This universe, though, changed that up a little. It was, well, the first hint that I got that something bigger was at play here. That I might not be dealing with a steam roll. That things were going to get tougher.
Well, to be fair, I didn't figure out most of that until I was almost done with fixing this universe, but that's besides the point. And anyways, what happened on that ship was important.
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The First Contact Battle was turning out rather well: however powerful these creatures were, most couldn't do enough damage to tanks to kill them without losing a few of their own. And since I'd brought some stitches along to heal, that damage really ended up being rather insignificant. Case in point: five minutes into the battle, and I'd slaughtered hundreds of creatures without taking a single casualty.
Then, out of nowhere, a laser cut through five of my tanks and one of my stitches, reducing them to molten slag.
Following the path of the laser, I found myself facing a hexapedal machine, with perfect radial symmetry. A few more of its kind were moving into position, and two had already started firing at my troops. Additionally, other mechanical entities were joining the fray, some attacking my troops, others pulling back the wounded beasts for healing.
Well, it was clear that whoever I was fighting against had an excellent understanding of both biology and robotics. Not that it would help them, since I had superior firepower.
I used my radar and sonar systems to search for enemies that were obscured by distance or ground cover, then set artillery fire on their position. I also searched for invisible foes, but so far none were showing up. Lucky me.
Soon, the horde of beasts and machines that I was fighting began to thin out, with my foes falling faster than reinforcements for them could arrive. Slowly but surely, I was winning.
This must have occurred to my opponents, as well, for they soon began to withdraw. To their credit, it wasn't a disorganized route, but more of a tactical withdrawal, with some of the horde taking potshots at my army as it retreated. Not that those really helped, because Progenitor alloys are unbelievably tough. Still, A for Effort.
Once the last of the foes retreated, I began setting up my base. Factories began churning out tanks, bots and planes to secure the perimeter, while engineers started setting up turrets for added security.
Me? I was examining my opponents.
I decided to see how well my scanner worked on other universes. If it worked well for the Spore Universe, then maybe it worked well here.
So, without much fanfare, I used the scanner on five different creatures and machines I'd encountered in the horde. Oddly, they all looked familiar to me.
After a moment of scanning each, I received the results:
The first one I examined, a squat cyclopean biped, was called the pack brawler, and it.... belonged to the Quantum genesis type. What was that about? What was the deal with genesis type?
The next one I examined, a spiky purple biped, was called the animus, and it belonged to the Necro Genesis type. Great, another genesis type.
The third one I examined, a green bipedal reptile that was apparently filled with toxins, was called the toxiraptor, and it belonged to the Bio genesis type. Well, it looked like genesis types were a thing around here.
The fourth creature I examined, a weird orange/red reptilian creature that I'd early seen covered in flames, was called the pyrachnid and belonged to the Plasma genesis type. Okay, this genesis type thing was getting annoying....
Finally, the last foe I examined was a yellow and grey tripedal machine equipped with a missile launcher. Apparently, it was called the blastopod...... and it belonged to the cyber genesis type.
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OAKY, SERIOUSLY, WHAT IS WITH THESE GENESIS TYPES?! THERE ARE FIVE OF THEM AND NOT ONLY DO ALL OF THE ORGANISMS I'VE FOUGHT HAD THEM, BUT SO DO SOME OF THE MACHINES! WHAT GIVES!?
I was about to go further into my rant, but just then, one of my aerial scouts revealed a structure on the planet that, apparently, had intact computers in it. Deciding that scanning the computer might make it easier to determine which universe I'd ended up in, I put my commander on a transport and moved to the structure.
When I arrived, several flame tanks were busy torching the remains of the horde, clearly intent on making sure they went away. I didn't think they could revive the dead, but it was best not to take chances. In the distance, I could hear gunfire coming from my army battling the horde.
The building, as it turned out, was mostly rubble, but it still had a workable computer, which I began analyzing. To my surprise, I was able to make out a lot of the data stored in there, though most of it was just average stuff for managing a space colony.
I did manage to get some other transmissions, although they were more distressed, and seemed to be relating an invasion of some sort. Probably the horde of creatures I was dealing with now. I didn't hear much, but I did come across two words that felt important: Crogenitor and E-DNA.
Why did those feel important-WAIT.
Genesis
E-DNA
Crogenitor
........ Darkspore. That was it, I was in the Darkspore universe. And right after regular Spore too.
Well, now, at least, I had a goal in mind:
In Darkspore, the player was the last of the Crogenitors, and had to battle the evil Darkspore, monsters created from E-DNA. They were led by the Crogenitor who created E-DNA, Xylem, now known as the Destructor. To battle the Darkspore, the player would use genetic heroes created from stabilized E-DNA, who they would then level up to fight glorious battles. Or at least they did until the game was shut down.
Anyways, if I was going to make this universe better, I'd need to find the last Crogenitor and their ship. Luckily, the building I was examining just happened to be emitting a progenitor signal, which meant I could search for similar signals across the galaxy to find my target.
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Sure enough, I found another signal somewhere in-between a couple of stars. Specifically, in the dark space between three stars. Smart place to hide: close enough to each to maintain power via solar radiation, but far enough away to avoid notice by passing ships or creatures. The only reason I found it was because not only did I know what I was looking for, I also had super advanced progenitor scanners.
As I approached the ship, I was surprised by how it was designed: it was rather bulbous, yet it had an organic elegance to it as well. Everything I could see was really shiny and looked like something Apple would make. Neat.
Anyways, I thought it would be nice if I introduced myself before my potential ally tried something rash. I sent out a signal in the progenitor language that stated who I was and asked if I could dock with them. I offered them the choice of where I should land and how, and took ample precautions to inform them that I came in peace.
To my surprise, though, I received no response.
Odd. I tried again. Still no response.
Okay, something was up: my scanners confirmed there was no damage to the ship, so the Darkspore hadn't got luck and killed the last Crogenitor before I got here.
I tried the signal one last time, and when I received no response, I decided it was time to act. But first, think.
I examined my scan of the ship: while no data had been provided on the inhabitants, I could get a good reading on the interior of the ship: a few turrets and drones for defense, which I easily disabled with some basic hacking programs. Oddly, I didn't detect any cyber warfare routines being thrown against me, which was odd, since I new the ship had an A.I. on board called H.E.L.I.X.
I probably should have found that more worrisome, but I really wanted to help the last progenitor, so I ignored the strange feeling in my gut at the time and go to work preparing for the entry: while a robot would be nice, here, it would be better for first contact if I appeared in person to greet my potential ally. Luckily, my host body had been brought through the portal and was available for link up.
So, after designing and fabricating a space suit and running several weeks worth of training sims in under a minute, I entered the ship.
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I was surprised by how empty it was: aside from a few maintenance drones which, oddly, didn't try to attack me, there were no signs of activity on the ship. This shouldn't be surprising, but it still unnerved me.
Putting my nervousness behind me for the moment, I examined the map I'd made of the ship and located the cryogenics room. A fair bit of walking was ahead of me, but I didn't really mind: I actually like walking around, so any chance to stretch my legs was appreciated.
It took me about 10 minutes to reach cryogenics, at which point I started looking for an occupied pod. That wasn't really hard, seeing how all but one of the pods were opened. The only one that wasn't was clearly active, though when I checked a terminal connected to the pod to see the biometrics on the subject, I got an error screen. Worried, I consulted my database on the Progenitor language and pressed the button that initialized the thawing process. I'd still have to wait five minute for it to go active, though.
To pass the time, I began ordering my armies to move out and begin engaging the Darkspore wherever they found them. If we wanted to win this, the Corruptor's agents had to be purged. Since I could do all of this in a couple of seconds, that really left me with very little to do.
I responded to this source of boredom by turning my thoughts toward a different question: my body. Specifically, how could I possess a human body if my creations existed in a universe where humanity had likely become extinct. It didn't exactly make sense. It could have been that R.O.B. gave them the technology, but I found no evidence indicating that was the case, plus the fact that it didn't fit R.O.B.'s modus operandi to be that helpful. Steve was also a potential source of that knowledge, but with how much time he spent in the galactic core, I doubted that.
Before I could ponder that further, I received an alert from my starship: apparently, the Staff of Life had restarted sending energy surges between the five main energy sources with the staff. Something had made it go active.
The fact it had five major power sources bothered me a little bit, now that I was in the Darkspore universe. Give it's focus on fives, that was not surprising.
Before I could ponder things further, though, I noticed that the pod had finished thawing its occupant. Putting aside the report for now, I turned toward the pod, I prepared to greet my new ally.
Needless to say, I was surprised to discovered that the pod was empty.
How? How was it empty? Had R.O.B. pulled a trick on me? It would certainly fit his character.
Whatever the cause, though, my original plans had fallen to pieces. Now, I wasn't sure what to do.
Needless to say, I spent the next few moments thrashing around in rage, sending loose debris flying.
I was only brought out of my fury when I hit an empty cryopod, shattering the glass (which had apparently been of low quality to begin with)..... and puncturing my suit in the process.
Anger gave way to panic as I tried to seal the suit to avoid being exposed to the atmosphere of the ship, which I assumed to be toxic. Unfortunately, the puncture in the suit ran the length of its left arm (I'm a Southpaw), making this almost impossible.
As I was about to resign myself to death, though, I noticed that I wasn't suffocating. Examining my suits computers, I was stunned to discover that the atmosphere of the ship was a perfect match to Earth's. Curious, I took off my helmet and took in a deep breath..... and found myself inhaling some rather cold yet breathable air.
Well, that was odd. Though, since I wasn't dead, now I could think about how to advance from here.
Before I could formulate a new plan, though, I noticed an arrow appear on one of the nearby monitors, pointing toward my left. Perplexed, I followed it to find another arrow, pointing toward my right. Soon, I found myself following a trail of arrows toward an unknown destination. I don't know why I followed them, but it was probably due to my belief that the last Crogenitor must have been on the ship and was trying to arrange some kind of meeting. Since this felt rather suspect, I activated a neural link to my commander, which ensured that if I died, my mind would return to my xenosentry body.
As I advanced, I began tearing off my suit, for I was passing through a rather warm area in the ship, and the climate control on my suit had failed due to the puncture. Soon, I was in a smaller bodysuit that was much cooler overall.
At last, I found myself at the end of the line of arrows, which terminated in a room filled with large tubes and tanks. The genetic hero creation room. Here, E-DNA would be processed to create new variation on the genetic heroes and to power up the existing ones.
In fact, I could see the terminal for that process, along with a chair in place. Looking at the chair made me realize how far I'd walked, which had exceeded even my love of walking and worn out my feet and relatively weak legs (side effect of using a recently grown body, I concede).
As I began walking toward the chair, I noticed that I'd received a new notification: Apparently, the activity in the Staff of Life had skyrocketed, with pulses between the power sources happening every 30 seconds. It was surprising, but at that time, I really wanted to sit down.
If I'd paid more attention to the notification, I would have noticed that the pulses were increasing in frequency as I got closer to the hair, but again, I was more concerned with pulling up a seat.
After what seemed like a decade, but was really only a minute, reached the chair. Tired and slightly broken from having my hopes dashed, I sat down and began getting comfy, putting my arms on the armrests and leaning back into the chair.
Suddenly, I felt something cold around my arms as restraints emerged from the chair and locked my wrists in place. Soon, more restraints immobilized my legs and neck. Panicking, I tried to struggle free, but it was futile. As I tried to think of some way to escape (the odds were unlikely, but I would be damned if I didn't try), I felt several stinging pains in my back that reminded me of needles, and soon found myself feeling very tired. I manged to turn my head enough to see that they were indeed needles mounted on metal tentacles, which were slowly retracting back into the floor.
Then, finally, I lost consciousness.
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