There was something more to it than “victor” or “loser” or “star food” or even “pride.” All Perunites learned from birth that both humans and Perunites were an absolute necessity for the safe continuance of the universe.
Without one, the other would die. There were two substances which existed throughout the universe, chox and r’shinda, according to the language of the Perun. Humans represented chox and the Perunites represented r’shinda.
These two ideas were energies which were exchanged, one by the human, and one by the Perunite. The human had the chox energy but still required the r’shinda to survive, and the Perunites had the r’shinda but still lacked the chox on which their survival depended.
Therefore, the humans and Perunites both living in the same universe alongside one another made complete sense. It was like the exhalation of carbon dioxide by the human lungs for the tree’s lungs, and the tree’s exhalation of oxygen to the human’s lungs.
The general conclusion is that humans would always exist, in some form or another, as long as the Perunites protected them, and therefore it was the duty of the largely-advanced Perunites to do so.
For thousands of years, as far back as Perunite history could recount, they had accomplished this matter invisibly, never desiring to make contact with the humans—not for any reason in particular other than the fact that they had no reason to.
But then, now, this very day and time, this very hour, even this very second, the New Generationers, the newest generation of Perunites to walk the clouds of star dust, who were born were growing up. They were growing into something completely different from their ancient ancestors and even from their parents’ generations.
They no longer desired to be invisible; they wanted to make contact with the humans. She wondered if this battle was one such attempt. If so, she thought they were going about it all wrong.
Then, she wished that she could be one of those New Generationers. She wanted so badly to be one of them, because she wanted the destiny of joining the human race. The New Generationers had the power to move their ships as soon as they were old enough to talk properly.
It was odd, though, wasn’t it? She was born at the same time of the rest of the New Generationers, but she had not the least symptom of their gifts; the only thing she possessed remotely in common with them was this tearing need to go and be with the humans.
Perhaps, when she grew up, she could command her ship and become a star trader, or a pirate, or something of the like, and fill that void somehow.
But she would never be as cool as the New Generationers, try as hard as she might. She would always be second to them. She would never possess that which she desired above all else, in its truest and most essential form.
A bright sphere of the whitest light blinded her for a several moments as it enveloped every square inch of her peripheral vision in the depths of the lens. It must have covered at least half of the solar system.
She quickly switched out her lens covers to filter out the excessive light and radiation, only to find that the light was powerful enough to mask every visual attempt within that segment of the solar system.
Even the system’s star’s radiating glory was eclipsed, as if it were a mere shadow compared to the emanating power of the light.
The light faded little by little over the course of ten minutes. At first, she noticed that things appeared to be a little different in that section of space. First of all, the human vessel was gone.
She was positively certain of that outcome from the start, so that didn’t shock her as much.
The living vessel was also gone. That much she had figured might be the result of two irrevocably iron prides, as well.
The little human vessels all around were gone, too—it made her sad to think that perceived innocents had been wiped out in the explosion.
But then, she realized that the two moons of De Valtos Prime were gone—seemingly vaporized into microscopic particles.
And—how in all Perun—the planet was gone too!
All that was left was a giant hole in the absence of where billions of people had once lived and worked and thrived and built their hopes upon. Arabella suddenly felt lonelier than ever.
She did not have time to pout, however. A warning flickered across her right eye; roots tore up from the ground and wrapped around her, locking her onto the floor. All sorts of protocols began to initiate on their own. A prediction prompt entered her left eye.
Time remaining until impact with primary shock wave: twenty cycles.
Course adjustments calculating……complete.
Engines operational……emergency protocol activated, engines operating at full capacity.
External armor verified……99 percent integrity.
Current calculated outcome……immediate dematerialization.
Suggested course of action……readjustment of course; propulsion generation to lessen the initial impact; utilize nearby gravitation wells to increase velocity; all other possible actions verified as concluding in immediate dematerialization.
Calculating gravity well interference from projected path……calculated.
Final projected destination and favorable outcome(s): Emergency landing resulting in most minimal damage possible at Planet A32-II.
Projected best-case scenario outcome: Massive system failure and 90 percent compromised structural integrity of hull and internals.
Projected best-case scenario passenger survivability rate: 5 percent.
“Oh, shit,” said the little Perunite girl. “Shit!”
For the first time in years, the ship started to move.