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Wanderer Chapter 3: The Time To Join Forces, The Ship That Came From The Rift!
🕑 Added 2024-07-28 04:12:06 +0000 UTCShe floated in the depths of the ever-encompassing void, a planet-sized beauty of otherworldly flesh and blood, observing the small mite-sized ships floating by her chest.
A smile graced her lips as dazzling lights rocketed through space, bouncing off her body and leaving sparkling trails that faded into oblivion moments after their birth.
Despite her best efforts to remain serious in this so-called game, the trails of light tickled her skin, prompting joyful laughter to escape her lips.
"That tickles," her powerful voice reverberated through space, disrupting the very fabric of reality and destroying many ships caught in its path.
"Oh, dammit," the great Wanderer muttered, her irritation evident as the lights continued to dance across her cheeks, lips, hair, and eyes, leaving no mark on her tan skin.
***
Exe Borlag couldn't believe his eyes, wishing he could burn away the sight before him.
Before him stood an endless expanse of flesh, impervious to their attacks as their Bullfrags exploded against the giant's skin, leaving no trace. Even the weapons of the Gelmud forces fared no better, bouncing off her white fabric clothes without leaving a scorch mark.
"Change of plan," Exe Borlag announced, clutching onto hope against all odds. "Aim our weapons at the beast's face!" he commanded.
"But sir," one of the bronze soldiers protested, turning back towards his captain.
"I understand, soldier," Exe Borlag replied, his eyes closed in pain. "I share your doubts. But too many Krugar soldiers have fallen to this creature's body, too many ships have been devoured by her nostrils, swallowed by her maw, obliterated by her hair!" he exclaimed. "No more. There will be no more dishonor!" Exe Borlag declared. "Now, aim for her face, and let's put an end to this beast!"
***
"Sir, it would seem that the Krugar are mounting an assault on the Wanderer's face," Furver Kurg reported, studying the screen.
"Hmm... it makes sense," Gurgant Frak acknowledged. "If you can't strike the creature's heart, aim for its brain," he declared, his expression stern. "It brings me dishonor that I didn't think of it first," he admitted, a slight twitch in his blue eyes. "Order all soldiers to do the same," he commanded, extending his hand. "In the name of the greatest light and order, we shall vanquish all who stand in our way."
The ships of Gelmud and Krugar commenced their joint assault, their combined firepower creating massive craters on moons as they bombarded the Wanderer's face. As the giant reeled back, her lips curved into a smile, causing unease among many soldiers.
"What is she doing?" a silver soldier asked, glancing up at the screen.
"Order all ships to fall back," Gurgant Frak instructed, but before he could finish, the giant lunged forward and began to laugh.
"By the sacred light!" Gurgant Frak exclaimed as his ship trembled violently.
"Sir, our craft is being battered by space waves!" a soldier shouted.
As the ship steadied, Gurgant Frak beheld a devastating sight before him. Hundreds of Gelmud and Krugar ships lay in ruins, reduced to nothing but rubble. Ahead of this graveyard of ships loomed not the face of a creature, but the unstoppable force of nature itself.
***
I gazed down at the field of broken little gnats, floating lifeless in space. Many of these tiny beings were no longer showing signs of life.
I realized that I was losing this game, but then I noticed something peculiar. The silver and bronze ships had stopped their attack. Perhaps I had won after all. That thought quickly vanished when I saw something glowing with a deep red color flying towards me from the bronze side.
As it approached, it grew brighter and brighter, until it was too dazzling to look at directly. A smirk crossed my lips as I recognized what it was – a bomb.
***
Exe Borlag stared into the dark depths as the great weapon, the GOR FLAR, made its way towards the massive face of the Wanderer.
He wanted this giant creature to know fear. The GOR FLAR was the greatest weapon that the people of Krugar possessed, designed to destroy planets. But as he looked ahead at the expanse of brown flesh, he saw the giant maw parting, curving upward into a smile.
"By the great gods," Exe Borlag exclaimed. "She's eating the GOR FLAR," he realized as he watched the weapon enter her mouth.
As her mouth closed and the powerful glow faded behind a wall of flesh, the giant's cheeks began to puff out, creating shockwaves that pushed against the crafts. Her cheeks glowed with a fiery light, and as her lips opened, lava began to spew from her mouth in large drops the size of moons.
***
I decided to consume the little weapon that these tiny beings had hoped would kill me. I placed it in my mouth, and as it exploded, I contained the blast, feeling it push against my cheek.
It was a massive explosion, the largest I had ever ingested. As I struggled to contain it, small drops of lava began to seep from my mouth. I hoped these little beings were watching as my cheeks deflated, and all the ballistic energy and lava traveled down my throat with a big gulp.
"All gone," I murmured as I looked down at the little ships floating by my chest.
Suddenly, I felt the familiar ripples of space that signaled a ship emerging from hyperspace.
turned my head upward and saw a rift opening up, small as a speck. With my keen eyesight, I could just make out a small craft emerging from that rift, much smaller than the pests by my chest. It was a ship that made my heart skip a
beat.
"That ship... it looks familiar."
***
I couldn't look away from the small ship, a mere speck that I could easily blow away with a single breath.
I felt drawn to it for reasons I didn't understand. Why did it look so familiar to me? Why did my heart, steady for centuries, suddenly begin to beat faster?
It made no sense. Even now, as I watched the little craft, it was falling apart from its departure from hyperspace, covered in black smoke and fire. It wouldn't last long, especially with the temporal ripples slamming into its hull.
"I have to save it..." This thought dominated all others, forcing me to move. I ignored the constant blaster fire hitting my body, erupting my arms, chest, and face in explosive flames. None of it mattered anymore—not the game I made to pass the time, not even these little creatures' lives.
I reached out my hand, my thoughts propelling me through space.
As I moved forward, my gaze shifted downward toward my chest, where tiny silver and bronze crafts floated, seemingly lifeless. But as I focused, I saw the truth: survivors within the crafts, fighting to stay alive.
My body was on a course toward these little ships, and for a moment, I began to slow. Deep down, I realized I actually cared for these tiny beings and their stories.
But as my gaze returned to the ship, I knew what I needed to do. My heart demanded it.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice a mere ripple in the void.
As I drew closer to the small ship, the temporal ripples still wreaking havoc upon its battered hull, my attention was momentarily diverted by the micro crafts floating around me. They were so tiny, mere specks against the vastness of my immense form, but as I moved, I could see the life inside them, their desperate struggle to survive.
I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as my body inadvertently collided with them. The first impact was subtle, a slight grazing against my breasts. Some of the tiny crafts bounced off harmlessly, deflecting away like minuscule meteors. However, others weren't so lucky. I watched in a mix of fascination and remorse as the sheer force of my movement crushed several of them upon contact. Tiny explosions erupted, flickering briefly before being snuffed out, leaving dark smudges against the white of my skin.
A few of the micro crafts slipped into the crevices between my breasts, the pressure from my movement squeezing them until they buckled and shattered. It was a strange sensation, barely feeling the delicate crunch of their destruction that was nothing but a small itch inside my cleavage as well as knowing that lives were being lost so effortlessly. Yet, there was always an undeniable allure to the power I held, the ease with which I could cause such immense change at such a small scale.
As I continued my advance toward the damaged ship, I couldn't fully suppress the blend of guilt and power coursing through me. I whispered another apology, almost to myself, feeling the weight of my actions in my heart. But my determination to save the other ship remained unshaken. It seemed to call to me, and I knew that whatever was inside held a significance I could not yet grasp.
With a final, powerful reach, I extended my hand, determined to protect the fragile life in that burning wreck, even as the remnants of the micro crafts continued to fall around me like stardust.
***
The fleets of Gelmud and Krugar watched in grim silence as their comrades were obliterated by the Wanderer's movements. Rage and sorrow welled within them, yet they suppressed these emotions, their leaders fixated on understanding the giant being.
"Zoom in on that craft," Furver Kurg commanded, and his silver-clad subordinates swiftly complied, their fingers dancing across the controls.
One of the monitors shifted from the massive figure of the Wanderer to the small, battered craft on the brink of destruction.
"What is that?" Both Gurgant Frak and Exe Borlag exclaimed simultaneously from their separate ships.
"It appears to be a severely outdated vessel," a Krugar soldier remarked.
"A craft from an inferior and flawed race," a Gelmud soldier added with disdain.
"What would the creature want with such a vessel?" Torvant questioned, glancing at Exe Borlag.
"I do not know," Exe Borlag replied, turning to his second-in-command.
"But," both Exe Borlag and Gurgant Frak said in unison, their eyes shining with resolve, "we must stop her from getting it."
There was no outbreak of despair, no dissent among their ranks. Only eyes filled with determination, for while they couldn't stop the massive beast, they could at least thwart her from obtaining what she sought most.
"Prepare the attack!" Gurgant Frak commanded.
"And prepare for the capture and rescue of that ship," Exe Borlag ordered.
***
The Wanderer, a titan of the cosmos, stared intently at the small craft that stirred something deep within her. It was a sensation long forgotten, a warmth that coursed through her veins. She reached out, fingers poised delicately to avoid crushing the fragile vessel. Inside, she sensed a lone pilot—a life she felt compelled to protect from the vacuum of space.
As her fingers approached the craft, tiny explosions erupted against her hand, halting her progress. She blinked in surprise, her gaze shifting to the small fleets now encircling her.
"What?" she muttered, perplexed by their audacity. Smaller crafts zipped between her fingers, attaching thin wires in a futile attempt to pull her hand back. "What are you doing?" she asked, bewildered as the crafts broke apart under the strain of their own exertions against her immovable hand.
Her attention was abruptly drawn to her stomach, where a barrage of weapons had managed to create sensations she could actually feel—tickles rather than mere itches. She fought the urge to smile, but that struggle was short-lived. Her expression turned serious as she looked back up, only to see a bronze ship envelop the smaller craft she desired in a protective bubble and begin to pull away.
Her eyes widened in shock and anger as the bronze ship sped off, dragging her prize behind it. She clenched her fists, teeth grinding together in frustration.
"NO!" she bellowed, her voice reverberating through the void as she launched herself in pursuit.
