《Of Deities and Dimensions》Prologue - Arrival
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The Deity Akmadouric exerted the force of his willpower towards the interdimensional barrier. It cracked, and he immediately redoubled his efforts to enter the uninitiated realm. Eighteen spiked ethereal appendages from his back pierced the barrier and he pulled it apart, widening the crack until his small planetoid sized body and immense consciousness was able to break through.
Exhausted, he floated at the center of this unexplored version of the universe. Claiming an untouched dimension was a minor accomplishment among deities like him. Hopefully, the inhabitants of this dimension would be worth the investment of energy and personal risk. He was tired, weak and vulnerable. If another deity hostile to him had decided to track him and attack, then Akmadouric would not hesitate to fight for his life, destroying this universe in the ensuing battle.
So the first thing he did was erect a barrier dimension over the hole he had created. Then sent out a priority defenders call for his most trusted minions, who instantly teleported in to defend the barrier dimension and him with their character’s lives. Millions came and prepared for battle. Akmadouric floated in space without moving to regain energy and strength. They waited with bated breath, but the assault never came. Akmadouric was able to rest peacefully until his strength returned to adequate levels. He lowered the threat level indicator, thereby lowering the amount of favor the participating minions earned. With the danger passed, the vast majority left, they had better ways of earning the currency of his favor.
He summoned his a analytical chariot. A metal throne the size of a continent with sensors, spires, dishes and an assortment of instruments jutting out from it’s hull.
Using it, he examined the new universe that now belonged to him, much to his disappointment, there was only a single world that held sentient life, the rest was barren. Although there was such a vast array of unnatural energy signatures that Akmadouric felt that it had not always been the case. In the past there were likely multiple intergalactic civilizations who had experimented with and weaponized high energy physics. While the interdimensional deity known as Akmadouric could have sifted through this dimension’s beginningless history in order to find and resurrect the extinct races, it would take far too much energy and time. And those resources were needed for the war.
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So he focused his attentions on the only world that had life on it. Before making his appearence, he lightly tapped into the consciousnesses of every living thing on the planet using psychic energies in order to learn what was considered to be common knowledge among the inhabitants. The highest sentients on the world called themselves ‘Human’ and called their planet ‘Earth’. Their twenty five pound brains had two hemispheres, which wasn’t too impressive for a people who didn’t have access to willpower energy. Skin colors ranged from pitch black to pale white. No blues, greens, oranges or purples. The year was 2048AD…after death? Oh, they were marking the date after the death of a righteous religious icon. The nations were coming together, but sadly enough there were still a great areas of rampant starvation and poverty in spite of having the technology available to fix the problems. There were people on both ends of the moral spectrum, some taking the ideas of good and evil to the extreme.
The Deity Akmadouric sat back for a moment and gave the planet a thumbs up. Choosing life for the people on the planet Earth and not wiping it from existence. The wrongness of it was well within his tolerance levels and could easily shift to the right side of the moral spectrum.
He took a moment to ponder how best to make himself known to his newest subjects. So he transformed himself into one of his less threatening forms. His new body had two arms, two legs and a head attached to a torso, just like the humans. But instead he purposefully left his skin color to his signature deep blue. His single pair of eyes turned silver and he grew hair as white as starlight. Then he teleported himself and his chariot into high orbit above the Earth. After all, what better way was there to get an entire planet’s attention than to suddenly appear and fill up the sky?
The people of Earth stared at the apparition above them, then panicked like it was doomsday. Some of the people killed themselves, others bowed down and worshiped him. The practical ones began looting. World leaders met and unanimously decided to launch their most devestating weapons at him.
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But every time one of the simpletons below did something to cause death, he saved them. People who were about to hang themselves fell through the ropes. Guns jammed. Jumpers began to float in the air.
With a sigh Akmadouric said “Such a dramatic people.”
Then eight thousand missiles launched from the planet’s surface. He let them approach halfway towards him, then froze the weapons in time so that he could casually observe. They were sleek and ellipsoidal, it was good to see that some things were universal for their efficient design. But what bothered him was that he didn’t immediately recognize the payload. There was some kind of glowing green mineral aboard producing more of those bizarre energy signatures. He used his psychic link with all of the humans to find out what these weapons were supposed to do, then his face grew tighter.
Nuclear warhead Owner: Earth Defence Force Damage: 54 Cataclysmic, 18 heat jules Speed: 60 kilometers per second. Additional effects: 2,000 mile diameter lingering gamma radiation effects, 50 years. Description: During the cold war, the Soviet Union and America built enough of these weapons were built to destroy the entire population of the world twelve times over. Peace was kept through mutually assured destruction.
If he had let all eight thousand nukes hit him without protection then it would have destroyed his chariot and left severe burn marks all over his body, he wasn’t in one of his combat forms anymore but still…for the people of this world to have developed so many weapons of mass destruction was disgusting. It was a miracle that they hadn’t already destroyed themselves, but in time the splintered nations would nuke one another, such things were inevitable. Still, it was an oversight on his part to think of them as simpletons.
Akmadouric wrote in the sky ‘You idiots. If these had blown up at my present location then it would have knocked your whole planet slightly out of orbit until it either fell into the sun or flew out of the solar system.’
Then left the chariot and the frozen nukes, teleporting himself inside of the NASA space station that had been observing him, changing his size from eight hundred miles tall to that of a six foot tall blue man with white hair.
Abruptly appearing in behind of a female Commander with the last name Garcia.
She said “Mission control, the alien has disappeared from visual range. It’s ship still remains. Detonation past due, I repeat detonation past due.”
Akmadouric cleared his throat to get her attention “Ahem”
Garcia’s eyes went wide as she stared at him for a full three seconds before saying anything “M…Mission control, there is a man sized version of the alien standing right in front of me. Please advise.”
The deity said “I am Akmadouric and I have one demand only. Twenty four hours from now, every human eye on this planet is going to be watching me get interviewed on international television.”
Garcia said in a combative tone, thinking that this blue alien was here to conquer her world “And if we refuse.”
“I said that I have one demand only, no more than that. This is going to be more of a ‘for your information’ kind of interview. I’m sure that everyone on this planet will do what I want them to after they realize their situation. But just to be clear, I am not here as a hostile invader.” which was true, but only because he'd already conquered the whole universe of this dimension. Not just the planet called Earth.
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