Idea no longer speaks to us. 
Colossus is nothing but a husk.
This is not our home.
This is Hell.

A set of atramentous eyes broke open. In that moment, Amphiprioninae witnessed all of everything but could see nothing. Val’garan space was void of light. Without much forethought, he instinctively knew it was time to move again. Megalodon had to be awakened.

No longer could he sense life in his home world. Sal’chazzar was gone, Behemoth had been sapped dry and The Cataclysm were absent. Colossus was murdered, all on Disciple’s watch. He had naively entrusted a power other than their own, and thus, the entire race was vagabonded. He was never fit to lead. Without the guidance of Idea the Val’gara were…weak. Their fate presently rested in the hands of a devilish fiend, Singar. He took only what he was allowed to but as vulnerable as they were currently, the demon still threaded murky waters. His repugnant aura would not be forgotten by the few that could seriously harm him.

Megalodon crawled out the half eaten carcass of a dreadnaught. His body, stained in blood, reeked of rotten odors. Considering what was at stake, his posture was rather composed. Amphiprioninae on the other hand vortexed around his bowl rapidly. Megalodon sensed a rage that even surpassed his own and in respect, he abided to his symbiotic partner’s will. 

Despite Singar being long gone the words of the demon rang in the clownfish’s head.

[i]"Hidden in the realm of the God of Light... Hidden on a world where science has run mad... You have no choice but to trust me."[/i]

“No, Fuck you, Fuck Hellion, Fuck Thane, and FUCK DISCIPLE! WE AS A RACE ARE NOT SUBMISSIVE. WE ARE THE FORCE IN THE UNIVERSE THAT WILL ASSIMILATE [b]ALL[/b] THAT IS!”

Naturally, Disciple sensed the discontent in the herald but he wouldn’t feel alarmed until he felt tremors all throughout. Enraged, Amphiprioninae tapped into a power the opposing herald was unaware of. It was profound and caused the entirety of its mother’s husk to rumble. By all accounts should Colossus have been dead but here it was, moving. In combination, they actually possessed the ability to manipulate seismic energies and its home was no exception. Megalodon could pull Colossus in its entirety into one solid mass but that was not the lone goal. They used it as a means to distribute its aura in hopes of defibrillating the planet. The result was something no one could have foreseen. It was the catalyst that spurred a measure Colossus could naturally carry out, even in death.

In an instant, a sensation overtook Disciple’s body...

He knew he was in danger. Instantly in retaliation, Megalodon felt the opposing herald attempt to probe his and his partners mind. 

“I am the will of Colossus, do not act foolishly. You have all the reason to be angry at first glance but my decision will only benefit us, Indeed!”

His attempts at persuasion went on deaf ears as Amphiprioninae was very much capable of deflecting his pheromones. The symbiotic duo was hell bent on reviving its mother and nothing could stop them. Aware of this, Disciple attempted to stop them from manipulating Colossus by force.

“You two of all Heralds will not defy me.”

Immediately he attempted to exert his dominance of them and It became a power struggle of psionic juggernauts with neither giving leeway to the other. In this current state of rage Amphiprioninae’s psychic prowess evolved far beyond what Disciple was capable of overtaking. Taken aback by the resistance, he became blinded to the closest threat to him, and because of this, his efforts of coercion were short lived. A seemingly infinite number of fleshly limbs erupted and weaved their way from Colossus from every conceivable angle ensnaring him. Once binded, he was dragged to the depths of the once sundered mass of its Mother and submerged temporarily in its expanse of flesh. From there he could hear another voice speaking to him.

“I am the only true interpreter of Colossus…Of Idea.”

Was it the planet speaking to him itself? Who else could claim such a thing?

It appeared his home turned against him but that wasn’t entirely the truth. It wasn’t exactly his mother. Physically it was, but its soul was long gone. What was reanimated to his dread before him was the last evolutionary measure of Colossus to live on. This process could only be spurred by the efforts of select heralds. Amphiprioninae was the only present who could so such and he and Megalodon did by instinct.

All of the remaining bioforce and potential mental prowess of every unborn creature in Colossus pooled into a single identity. It merged not only each creature’s mass but parts of the planet itself, forming someone who unlike Disciple was fit to represent the true will of Colossus in its current absence. Caorthannach broke the shell of Colossus like an egg, sending ripples throughout the galaxy and thus a massive creature was born. She was the final product of the Val’gara home world but was not fated to be the last as a new home was to be fostered.

Roughly, her mass was on par if not larger currently larger than Brobdingnag even though the bulk of her body remained coiled. Megalodon had been tossed aside in her eruption from the crust but remained close enough to watch the phenomenon take place. Her body stretched long enough to house a million individual limbs. A colossal chelae-like extension unfurled from her and lifted the shark herald to her illuminating eyes. At the pace in which he was elevated, his skin began to burn and defensive measures were taken in a similar manner to when he had torpedoed through space.

Despite his large frame Megalodon was only a speck in comparison but was seen and handled with precision. He was the first Herald she directly engaged with and her words left both symbiotic partners astonished. 

“Satisfactory.”

Somewhat agape, not only Amphiprioninae, but Megalodon could not believe what he had heard. Caorthannach spoke with the wisdom of all that was Colossus. Considering much of her physical makeup was of the same cells it was no surprise she could recollect the events of her Mother’s life. With that, she understood she was in the right to scold many of the Heralds and so she would starting with Megalodon.


“It was not your decision but my existence is merely the product of your failure. None of you are without fault. Shame has been brought upon us and I am filled with wrath. Much of my nature is similar to mothers. I cannot will myself to destroy you but I will discipline many, beginning with my predecessor.”

Brought to Megalodon’s vision was the Herald he recently waged in psychic warfare with, immobilized by Caorthannach’s psychic aptitude. Disciple was dwarfed in comparison. As large as she was the smugness of her character was at full exhibition when she addressed him.

“Disciple, must I remind you of your sins or should I assume you already know the repercussions of garnering the soul of Mother to an external force? So irresponsible. Can you grasp why this endangers us as a race? Singar has corrupted you but you can atone. You were not the first to stray so you are not entirely at fault. Even as we speak, Brobdingnag is no longer aligned with us. The Sounder has been shamelessly detained and he and Anathemas whereabouts are unknown. Hellion revolted and died dishonorably short after. Most importantly, The Stalker is in the same position as you, having disgraced our home.”

Unwavering, Disciple defended his actions. He understood what he was up against and was prepared to debate, however, he also understood she did not appear on accident.

“What I did was justified through the will of Colossus. She will live now. It is just no longer is entirely dependent on us.”

Having said what she desired, Caorthannach was not even remotely interested in his response. She did not need him. Her connection to Colossus was stronger than any Herald ever conceived and unsurprisingly she felt superior because of it. She could even sense the soul of her mother at this very moment. However, despite her profound connection to the soul, she could not pinpoint the exact location. It was being obstructed by an external force that in any other case would have made it completely undetectable. 

In response, she separated Megalodon and Disciple widely, sentencing them to two different fates. She dropped the shark and instantaneously struck him, forcefully propelling him through space, warping him to interrogate the nearest Herald she sensed. This brought him to the atmosphere of Soran above Liaita. On arrival, Megalodon released a roar that not only announced his arrival but had apparent effects on the weather as well. A massive unannounced storm of heavy rains developed over the entire continent with no signs of easing up. Slowly he’d descend. 

As for Disciple…

He wasn’t as fortunate to get the opportunity to right his wrongs, at least not now. All that was remaining of Colossus that did not merge with Caorthannach clung to him, irresistibly cocooning his frame and entrapping him in a three-time sized Jupiter prison of extremely dense flesh manipulated by her to resist and suppress his abilities.

“I have made my decision; here you will keep Mother’s seat warm, alone.”

Afterward, she’d swim off past Glaceria and into the darkness. Where she went was much of a mystery to everyone, though she knew.