The rounds from my Wrath gun killed two Juncathari soldiers as they flew around the corner, then, threw a grenade around the corner, hearing shouts before it exploded, and the moment after it exploded, I ran in and shot anyone not dead yet. I found the nearest window and jumped out of it, letting the wind tear at my body as I fell, before I landed on one of the Juncathari, shot it through the back, and killed it. I then laid down on it’s mossy feeling back, and spread its wings, using it as a glider. I then glided on as far from the city as I could get, shooting any Juncathari I saw. As I flew past the city borders I jumped off, with molten beams passing overhead. I hid in a bush and waited.

“Spread out, and find the fucker!” One of the Juncathari commanders demanded. “He’s killed far too many Juncathari for this to go unnoticed!” One moved over close to me and began sniffing around. Coming slowly towards my location. But, just before I got discovered, I heard loud whooshes overhead.

“Oh, shit!” One of them said, before being torn to pieces with the rest of his platoon by the Oort fighters. I stepped out of the bush, and waved. The jet landed, let me get on it, then flew away. Just as we flew away I saw troop Kyper Bikes zoom into the city, and the Oort jets begin to pound the fortifications into oblivion with their railguns. The nightmare was over, and I could finally rest.

Three days later, and I was all good. The casualties had been astonishing, with only a quarter of our forces escaping, all within an hour of the Tower’s fall. So far, I was the only survivor to have stayed there as long as I did, to our knowledge. All of the mages to have gone there had returned, because apparently the Juncathari don’t employ them in their ranks, or they were being used against other enemies. I had a long scar across my forearm that marked a time that a Juncathari slashed it with it’s claw hook. It’d make a nice addition to my collection of scars. I jogged through the huge military base I was in. It had been an experimental thing, with prototypes being tested here, and the facility itself was a prototype. It was made out of an extremely sturdy plant, that the Xiz’tooh had developed. They had decided to not fully integrate, but were kinda like vassals. They had helped our biologists make it, and would expand at a rapid pace, with the entire frame of the facility being constructed in around two day cycles. To our calculations, those day cycles were about 30 hours, with 16 hour days, and 14 hour nights. So about 60 hours. It would only grow to a set of parameters, and when it reached those, it began to trim itself, removing imperfections and adding detail, while also growing denser.

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I then turned the corner and reached my favorite part of every facility, the training room! I could test my magic, workout, experiment, whatever! All of the originals had either just found they enjoyed working out, or had realized the necessity of it. I began to work out. Over the course of the following I tested my limits, using my enchantments and superhuman biology to manage a solid 116 kilometers an hour(I did say I was superhuman), deadlifting about 127 kilograms, and jumping about 7 meters in a long jump. Humans had gotten a serious revamp when we all underwent genetic editing.

But we were about to get stronger. With a shortage on soldiers, we decided to go for quality over quantity. A rare mindset adopted by few empires, with all that have falling, but that wouldn’t deter the strength of the Infinite Councils. And with new genetic engineering possibilities from the Xiz’tooh, we were in a perfect position for this maneuver. The Federation of Supremacy had begun to lose bad and with awful living conditions, the threat of execution if a new tech wasn’t found every 400 day cycles, the scientists had had enough. Many were immigrating to the Almani and The Infinite Councils for our multi-race empires, and relative success. They had been quite happy to give away the last few secrets of a dying empire. Their power armor was rather strange yet powerful. We wouldn’t be able to put any neat guns on it, for it was mostly skintight, however had lots of interesting gadgets.

After my workout there was done, I began to practice magic. I cloaked my arms in red energy and began to hover. I had been working on manipulating the energy better, but I couldn’t do it very well. I activated the drones and began to fly around and hit them, with the red energy stretching from my arm in to spiny tentacles, then repeatedly stabbing the small robotic dummies in the vulnerable areas, with that taking about half a second to destroy the things. I shot the energy surrounding my left arm into another dummy, with the energy tearing and ripping through it. I then used what was on my other arm, pointed a finger gun at one, and fired a thin, long-range beam at it. It penetrated right through and also through the wall of the building behind. I was going to be redeployed in one week as on of the first super soldier squads with Wrang, Chom, and a few others, to go take out a Juncathari city. Hell of a challenge, but I know I could do it.

Because I am a master of causing a lot of fucking chaos.