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[i]It has been said that this is where men and his ilk would take a stand. It was also fated that this is where more than one haggard soul would pass from this life to the next.[/i][/center] 

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And so it rode the cosmic waves to a lifeless coalescence of carbon and iron, where the very belly of a once-planet had been shattered and cast from its birth to hang silently and slowly in the velvety darkness of the void. It had been to this place. Once. Long ago, perhaps millennia past, to extinguish the light of life that had grown there since his brothers and sisters had seeded upon it the necessary elements for its emergence and survival. It had disgusted the beast, artificial lives cropping up here and there, across every sector of the Galaxy and the next. Few had emerged of their own accord – and they were the ones who truly deserved to live. These fakes, these falsified excuses for life, these [i]fraudulent[/i] lives deserved not to gaze upon the shimmering darkness as he. They were not worthy to experience the scintillation of the transient light of the universe. And so, through currents of quantum fluctuations he scoured every corner of every system, crushing before him those who would squabble and plead for their lives... Their worthless, pathetic lives. 
They would not allow it. The Cephalrrior, the one true species amongst the stars, would not sit by idly and watch him return the Galaxy to its natural state. Instead, they insisted on chase. They insisted upon death. They would follow him to every site of glorious cleansing too late, and rue the losses that they wished to prevent. 

[i]'Brothers'[/i]. A humorous notion, indeed. Discord was without a doubt the sound of the universe, for harmony cannot be achieved in the presence of life. It was too chaotic, too hateful, too anguished, and too ephemeral. Only he was eternal. Only he would go on, to drift forever in silence, in the slow and harmonious pirouette of Galaxies and clusters and stars. 

And so he was once again before this dead world. Leading his pursuing kind on a chase that would only lead to their demise. He drifted between the sparse collection of larger bodies, and sifted through the myriad of smaller ones. He waded through the thickness of dust and thinness of light from a distant star, its power siphoned from it by the remnants of the world, static in the void, dusty and dry.   His heading was the massive body that had broken from the planet upon it's destruction, it was far vaster than he, and through it was bored a network of tunnels and interlinking channels through its porous mass. Within such a structure he could crawl and lay wait, biding time, preparing an ambush for the pursuers that would permanently end their petty chase. He landed upon the surface of the colossal asteroid first, fixing several small devices to it by drilling holes for their foundations and inserting them slowly. Around the asteroid he went, fixing a variety of devices upon it, their functions unusual and nearly undecipherable. He then dragged himself with his own titanic limbs across the very same rocky surface, crawling slowly into the network of tunnels and caves to hide within. To lay in waiting. Like an ambushing predator, he lingered, hidden from sight, ready to strike. 

They would be there soon.