“So, you wish to hunt the monsters among men huh? To bring an era of peace you say? Hah! Don’t you know? To hunt monsters, you must become one yourself.” - Captain Trofmann Stephan of the Imperial Enforcers

As the bomb went off, something strange happened. The explosion triggered the rapid creation of a negative mass within the black hole and within that split second, the transport vessel disappeared along with the strange spacial phenomenon. Only later did people learn that this was the creation of a very unstable wormhole and research of this event would soon usher a new age of space exploration, and with it a new age of war.

However, the one responsible for this was unaware of the consequences of his actions. All he knew was that he was trapped, drifting in space for years to come.

(Vane POV)

“Log entry 1253: Emotional containment has been experiencing brief failures recently. I may soon require maintenance should I wish to prolong my mental state. I have begun to run several self-diagnostics. Estimated time to completion, several months. A long time.”

Time...

How many years has it been...

10 years? A decade? Maybe even a century?

Wait...

“What am I thinking? Sensors indicate that only several years have passed. Emotional containment must be prolonged unless I become irrational and disobey protocol. I must return to stasis.”

“Log 135457: What am I even doing? WHY AM I STILL RECORDING THESE ENTRIES! “

Calm down Vane.

Calm down…

Shouting won’t do anything…

CONTROL YOUR EMOTIONS.

Its all you can do…

It was Dark.

So... so dark.

So... dark and...

Lonely.

Why am I lonely? I’m a Legionnaire, why am I feeling... feeling something?!

“THIS ISN’T ME!” The young Legionnaire roared.

Nothing felt real anymore. His protocols were breaking down. His Subconscious was taking its first steps towards humanity.

He was confused. He didn’t even know that what emotions he was experiencing. It all came flooding out, his hatred, despair, sadness. The emotions held back by the now broken implant were now his captors. All his life he had no emotions, no conscience, no warmth…

No heart.

However, this void that contained the stricken Legionnaire wasn’t as it seemed.

As the Legionnaire’s now beating heart was about to enter cryo-sleep once more, within the uncharted space, a miracle was happening in that lonesome abyss.

Within, was a forming world. And his prison was unintentionally heading towards it, mistaking it for an old rebel base.

And all this began at the time of Vane’s next cryo-sleep.