Carter stayed still as the four-armed aliens went to work, drilling into his surface. He watched through his Zone Vision as drones zipped back and forth, carrying chunks of his mass back to their ship. He didn't feel much—just the faintest tickle, like something brushing against him. For a moment, Carter marveled at how little this actually hurt.
"So, being mined isn't that bad," he muttered to himself. "Still, this is weird."
The aliens moved with efficiency. One of them hammered a flag with their skull emblem on his surface, claiming him as their own.
"Great, they're planning a return trip." Carter thought.
He waited, watching as they finished loading their ship. Hours passed, but finally, the aliens boarded and blasted off, leaving Carter floating in silence once more.
"Guess I'll be paying them a visit soon enough," Carter mused, a grin creeping across his mind.
[SYSTEM]
Host should continue absorbing debris to grow bigger before the counterattack.
"SAY NO MORE—already on it!" Carter shot forward, eager to continue his cosmic scavenging.
He waited until the alien ship was well out of range before speeding off to absorb more meteors. He tried catching the distant light of celestial clusters, but they drifted away every time he got close—his current gravitational pull wasn't strong enough to reach them. Frustrated but undeterred, he focused on smaller targets, crashing into meteor after meteor, growing larger with each impact. With every collision, his size swelled, the sensation of celestial energy surging into him, putting a smile on his face.
After what Carter estimated to be about six days, the ship finally stopped moving. The faint link he had with his disconnected parts had stopped—likely on their base planet.
"Alright… time to pay those thieves a visit."
Carter had accumulated a staggering amount of mass in a short time. Now standing at a colossal 7 kilometers, he had also gathered over 48,000 celestial energy. His immense size made his zone vision range grow to a 100-mile radius.
Feeling the rush of energy, Carter decided it was time to make his upgrades. His first stop was the skill upgrade tab.
"The first thing i should be upgrading is Astro movement; the size of space compared to my current speed of 2000 miles an hour is far too slow."
Without hesitation, he upgraded Astro Movement to Level 3, costing him 24,000 C energy. The moment the upgrade completed, a surge flowed through him—he could already feel the difference in his ability to manipulate his speed.
Next, he turned his attention to Zone Vision. He had been working with the 100-mile range for long enough, so he upgraded it to Level 2, a costly 25,000 C energy. As the upgrade took effect, His perception expanded dramatically, and suddenly he could see everything within a 1000-mile radius. The leap forward was astonishing.
With his abilities upgraded, Carter rocketed toward the direction where he sensed his missing mass. His upgraded Astro Movement allowed him to blitz through space several times faster than before, a whopping 8000 miles an hour.
"I can't believe i was ever upset about becoming a meteor!" Carter laughed, the rush of speed exhilarating him. He slammed into every meteor in his path, absorbing it, hurtling Through deep space, Carter blitzed like a comet—only this one was 1/4th the size of Mount Everest.
[SYSTEM]
If the host wishes to further increase speed, gravity control can be used to pull yourself forward.
"HELL YEAH!" Carter grinned and activated gravity control, pulling himself foward. Instantly, his speed increased.
"WHOOOOAAAA!" The rush of speed was almost overwhelming as he shot through the void, his mass growing ever larger from the asteroids he was crashing into.
Meanwhile, on the base planet of the space bandits, they were blissfully unaware of the calamity that was about to descend upon them.
2 Days Later…
Back on the pirate planet Carter was rapidly approaching—a planet known as Threken—chaos reigned. It had once been a peaceful world, but that was before the arrival of the Vorasis, a ruthless alien species, large four-armed aliens who had seized control. The Vorasis ruled through fear and brute force, their towering figures imposing order with their superior strength and technology.
The streets were quiet now, as the citizens had learned to keep their heads down and avoid drawing attention. Above the capital city, the Vorasis flag flew high—a grim reminder of their dominance.
Unbeknownst to the alien invaders, something massive was on its way—hurtling toward them faster than they could have imagined.
[2 hours until impact]
On Threken, the capital city bustles with activity. The native aliens, the trekan moved through the streets, their gazes cast downward, avoiding the towering Vorasis guards who patrolled the area with menacing stares, its people forced to work under their brutal regime.
Inside the central tower, the Vorasis general observed the city from high above, its four glowing eyes scanning the horizon. "Order must be maintained," it muttered, sending out a command to increase patrols around the resource sectors. "We cannot afford any delays in mining."
"Sir, we have an emergency!" A Vorasis guard bursted into his office, panting, sweat beading off his forehead.
The general turned around to face him, his expression filled with anger. "What is it!" He shouted. "If what you're about to say Isn't worth my time, consider yourself dead!"
The guard quickly stood at attention, his expression filled with fear. "Sir a message was set from the team in the galactic radar department, stating that an asteroid is heading directly towards our planet."
"What!" The general shouted, walking towards the exit of his office.
Inside the galactic radar department, all hell was breaking loose. The scientists were in a state of panic.
"This can't be right!" A scientist shouted. "The closest asteroid to this planet is supposed to be VEX35 and it's to pass in 5 years. Where did this massive asteroid come from?!"
The general walked into the department, his expression filled with displeasure.
"What is this asteroid I've been hearing about!" He shouted.
One of the scientists ran up to him, fear in his eyes. "Please come this way, sir."
The general followed him to a large monitor that filled up the center of the department.
"If you look closely, sir, this was the space around us just three days ago."
The scientist showed him an image of the planet and its surroundings; only their satellites could be seen.
"And this is an image of our planet with a 700,000km zoom today." The new image showed a bright, large object heading straight for their planet.
"Great god Volasiy." The general spoke aloud, his expression shifting to fear. "How large and how fast is it?" He asked.
"It's moving at around 90,000km and hour and were not quite sure about its size since the reading keeps changing but from the last estimate… 9 kilometers."
The general fell to the ground, sweat beading off his forehead. "We must go… We have to leave. With that size, this planet has no hope of survival."
"There's no hope, sir; the only light-speed aircraft we have is currently on cooldown from Its last expedition and won't be ready for 7 days." The scientist replied.
"We don't have any explosives that can destroy a meteor that huge either… We're all gonna die."
Meanwhile, deep in the underground mines, a group of slaves were working in the mines. Among them was Ralak, a former resistance fighter who had been forced into hard labor. Sweat dripped from his brow as he worked, but his eyes burned with determination. "We can't keep living like this," he whispered to his fellow workers. "If we strike now—"
[1 hour, 30 minutes until impact]
"This could be our chance," he muttered. "With the guards focusing on the new orders to gather supplies, their attention will be thin. We can break out."
The others glanced at him skeptically. "And then what? We fight them barehanded?"
Ralak clenched his fists. "We don't need weapons—just a distraction. If we can get the signal out to the other cities, the uprising will spread faster than they can react."
They looked at him for a moment before shaking their heads and resumed mining.
"Just gather everyone on lunch break; i have something i want to say."
[1 hour until impact]
In the dark, grimy tunnels of the mine, the slaves gathered. Ralak stood atop a pile of rubble, his eyes scanning the crowd of weary faces before him. The air was thick with tension. He could sense their hesitation, and he knew what had to be done.
He raised his hand, and the murmurs began to die down. The silence that followed was heavy with anticipation, the miners looking to him, uncertain, yet willing to listen.
Ralak took a deep breath, his voice steady but fierce.
"Brothers. Sisters. We have been beaten, broken, and forced to live under the boot of the Vorasis for too long. Every day, they take from us—our freedom, our dignity, our future. They think they have crushed our spirit, that we've forgotten what it means to stand tall."
A ripple of agreement passed through the crowd, but doubt still lingered in the air. Ralak paused, meeting their gazes one by one, feeling the weight of their shared suffering.
"But I see it in your eyes. That fire, that strength—it's still there. We are not beaten. Not yet. They may have weapons. They may have numbers. But what they do not have… is the will to resist."
The murmurs grew louder, hope spreading through the group. But Ralak wasn't done.
"We do!" he shouted, his voice echoing through the chamber, his words like a spark to tinder. "We are not finished! Raise my people—raise yourselves—for we will NOT be broken!"
The words struck like a hammer, and the miners erupted in a chant, louder and louder until the walls of the mine seemed to shake.
"WE ARE NOT FIN—"
BOOOOOOOM!
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[Narrator]
seems I got the timing a bit off.