'Do me a favour, all that you know about this planet, and I mean all that you know of until now, forget about it just for a moment, alright?' Mike urged the trio to follow through, 'All that I told you so far was not at all a lie, but it may confuse you just a bit, so try your best to follow along.'
'I am but a mere human, sure I was raised up on Earth by both my human parents... or rather half a parent, but I had not been such a truthful person since I was a baba, ya know I got that from a mom that is a great cheater, but anywho, all that I said up to the part where I arrived on the planet was only truth, and truth alone, and even the Khanadark assault as well, however there is something I missed out in telling you-', Mike stopped right at that best moment before he got ahead of himself.
'I was not the only life form that was here on the planet, in fact, it was not barren and desolate when I arrived as I said it was, it was inhabited by a special race of bug-humanoid species of people, all with two eyes, two nostrils, a small, rather curvaceous mouth with thin lips, a humongous and a nigh-asteroid shaped head, with an average height of just about 3 meters and 50 centimetres, with babies being born at around 1 meter at birth, in addition to their turquoise skin complexion, all were born with black hair, curled in braids or in the females case, ponytails.
These bugs were quite thin, as seen with their rail thin arms being very lanky, and their legs being incredibly frail, so much so they had bones that were very clearly visible to the naked eye, one feature different from us is that they all had three fingers and toes on each one of their very frail limbs, however the warrior males, a legion of 12 to be exact, though extremely frail individuals, were very much capable of wiping out a room full of hundreds of specially trained, veteran defence force soldiers from the Galactic Alliance.
The Inkari people, I believe was their given name, were another direct descendant of the Khanadark entities, though they looked as though they were only feeble low class compared to what I imagine Shade Light to look like, however these people were not at all malign -at first that was,- for they were a special group of people with special powers, they were a healer race, one of the only dozen races throughout the history of the universe that have existed, and possibly one of two only surviving healer races in the universe at that time due to their enhanced skill to heal, in fact, there were enough Inkari people remaining to attend a full football game, I estimate a population of 35,000, bare minimum. Unfortunately, now they are no more.'
'What happened to them?' Randy inquired, yet received no response from Mike.
Another 30 seconds passed on, of which Mike spoke nothing, only merely looked at the surface beneath him. As he was getting irritated by the silence, Randy got up and went over to Mike, and shook him like a rag doll, silence from him persisted. 'Hellooooo, Galatia to Mike, you in there buddy?', Randy said as he shook the senile veteran, almost to death, yet received no response from the old timer, who stared at his almost faint shadow on the sandy landscape.
After the next ten seconds of silence, the trio (or rather just Randy and the Miracler) thought something was up, that something was fishy, and that "fishy" scent hath came from Mike's residence, as a thought wrung upon the mind of the Miracler: What was so secretive in the basement or "closet", so secretive that it was the only room not spoken of?
Immediately another thought came up for the Miracler, but this wasn't out of curiosity, no, this was out of pure shock and pure revelation. As soon as he had this cross his mind, he got up and jolted to the residence of Mike, who also had taken chase after the Miracler, into the home, for he had knew what the Miracler was thinking (neurons in his brain connected to Mike's, giving him temporary telepathy), a statement which was as so: 'The bones of the Inkari are beyond the doors of the closet.'
'Don't you dare even think of entering beyond the door, I forbid you from entering!' Mike roared at the Miracler, sparks glowing from his eyes, he was quite agile, catching up to a radius of 3 meters from the Miracler, who himself had ran the total few hundreds of meters to the residence within a record time of 10 seconds, he had ran past the few rooms nearest the closet and had jumped over a dozen declined sandstone steps all in record time, the old timer followed suit, dashing passed the rooms in his way, even slamming into a wall, which did little to no damage to the old timer, who'd left a cutout silhouette in each wall as a result.
He jumped over the steps just like the Miracler, who tried to open the door repeatedly and was unable to do so, and this was even harder after a few tries as the old man leaped over the stairs onto the Miracler's back, making him a lot more restricted.
Mike slammed his elbow into the back of the Miracler's head, slapped him in the back of the head thrice and even bit into neck, however he was still determined to find out what was behind that sandstorm door.
After being irritated by Mike for quite some time, the Miracler hoisted the old man onto his shoulders, and with the least bit of force (yet rendering him unconscious briefly), body-slammed the old timer into the door, breaking the inner locks and even the door itself, down to reveal what was inside.
'What have you done?' the Miracler asked Mike angrily, as scattered all around them were crushed up sediments and bones, skulls floored the ground, and ashes flourished the tiling, for beyond the door were indeed the remains of the Inkari species, scattered about like chaff and ash.
Mike awoke from his unconscious state and stood up weakly, like a fear-paralysed bear standing on its rear legs, Mike spoke up 'Just hear me out okay, just give me a min-', however he couldn't finish his sentence, for the Miracler winded the old man in the gut, with a single punch to the diaphragm, sent him flying through not just the first wall, but also the entire row of walls throughout the eastern quadrant of the house, causing the old man to fly out the main bedroom window and through the courtyard.
Mike landed onto the lawn of the house, however he skid across the sandy surface of the planet at such velocity that even I could not tell the difference between this and a rock skimming the surface water of a lake, as he skid past the campfire and hit the log that he was once sitting on just two minutes prior.
Both Randy and GORP jumped out of their seats in shock, and fell onto their knees. Mike was once again knocked down, but not unconscious, for he had stood up once more after being knocked down onto the floor. Mike stood up, enraged at the Miracler's impatience, and likewise, the Miracler was enraged with the old man for his dishonourable actions which led to the permanent extinction of race due to his actions.
'You bastard, there's nothing that can get through to you, huh?' the both of them said to each other at the same time. Without any reluctance or hesitance, the two charged at each other at full speed, unwilling to reason with each other, GORP jumped in front of Mike, and Randy pleaded in front of the Miracler to stop this foolishness, however both were tossed aside with light work for either of them, though they did not harm either of them. Mike charged with light shining in his eyes, activating his light powers, and similarly, the Miracler was enveloped in the aura of "the Oracler", yet was not possessed by the form entirely. They both charged up one single attack to lay out their opponent for good, the Miracler charging up an optic heat blast at around 1,250* Celsius, enough to create sparks at its coldest. Mike charged up an energy sword which could cut a sand dune in half.
As the space in between them closed, 200 metres, 150 metres, 100 metres, 50 metres, 10 metres, it was clear who was going to come out on top, as they both came in a radius of 5 metres, they leaped at least 3 metres into the air to land their blow, as the optic blast passed out the eyes of the Miracler and collided with the sword, it created a small explosion which created a visual fog for the naked eye, however it was not anything unusual for the deserted planet.
As the smoke cleared, the Miracler, though standing, was rendered unconscious, and Mike, though now without his energy sword and landing a non-fatal karate chop to the neck of the Miracler, stood as the victor.
'Guess the water got him drunk, if that could be possible that is?' Randy said from a distance, unable to be seen by either GORP nor Mike beyond the still persisting particles of smoke remaining in the air, standing up unscathed like he had never been hit in the first place.
'YES, GORP THINK MIRACLER GET DRUNK WITH BOILING WATER, IT TRAVEL UP THROUGH NOSE INTO BRAIN AND BOIL BRAIN INTO MUSH, LIKE THAT ONE TIME WE WATCHED GODZILLA VS KONG IN THEATRES' GORP spoke up, also as if he hadn't been whacked aside like an action figure, 'The 1962 movie? That was a great attraction!' Mike replied from a distance, 'No he means th-, never mind, you would not get it, you're too old to understand' Randy insinuated, knowing that the old man was in the wrong era and mocking him for all the time he missed.
'No, I do not believe the water, much less the filtered variation, could make even the most intolerable person handle the taste-' Mike said '-but however it can increase adrenaline, as my powers can track the neuron's rise in his head, therefore it could be that, however that only happens one in ten outcomes, much less the very first outcome', 'But that may be reason you had the will to fight four gods, if it be the truth?' Randy inquired, as he walked up to Mike and the Miracler, so that he may carry the Miracler to the bedroom (if that is what you want to call it now after all that the Miracler has done to damage the walls).
'Yeah, I believe so too, also, apologies to both you and GORP for this minor inconvenience, it seems that one of our guests might have been "poisoned", if you know what I mean?', 'Yeah yeah, we understand, now tell us about the Inkari!' Randy asked hastily.
'Oh yes, where was I ....., oh yes, the Inkari, how could I forget, chronologically, around 50 years prior, when I landed here, the Inkari found me, though I was perfectly fine prior to being sent halfway across dimensions, I was all cut up and bruised after being flung through the vast cosmos, due to unknown circumstances which even I don't remember of, for I was unconscious while travelling through the portal, but fortunately, the Inkari were able to heal me using their magic, and they fed me their "special pond water", which removes starvation for up to 10 days.
Turns out, that was the amount of time I could spend with them before they went rogue on me' 'Rogue on ya, you say?' Randy inquired, 'Yes, rogue, for it was a good week and a half that I had spent with them, however, they knew something was off about me on the tenth day, and so one chieftain asked me "Hey pal, who do you serve?", to which I replied "The One Who Made Light and Dark of course", should have not done so.'
'And your point being?' Randy inquired once more, intrigued by how long the Stockbroker had taken to even get to the main point of this flashback, 'Well, let's just say that these Inkari were not the biggest fans of the deity, for they had a small quantity of secular hate groups amongst the small populous, 6 in number out of the 35,000 populous, the largest being against 'the One Who Made Light and Dark', 6,542 Inkari in number, and by adding together the number of kinsman groups that have hatred against separate children of Manhavén, that number rose to around 27,000 at bare minimum!'
'So what did they try to do?, Eat you alive?' Randy questioned once more in an amusing manner, letting out a chuckle, and then a wide smirk, however that smirk did not last long, courtesy of what Mike foretold further on about the encounter, 'Yes, well almost, you see, being a healer tribe, they know how to utilise Khanadark black magic for good, and also for evil, and so, the chieftain of the species, who was also head sorcerer, used a specialised spell of Khanadark rune to poison the filtered water that they had served me on the tenth day on the humid planet, although that taste of the water was more or less the same, the texture felt awfully rigid and spiky, almost as if I drank down a cup of semi-liquid, semi-solid grain sized icicles.
At first, I felt my strength increase by double the amount prior, yet after 5 seconds, I was no longer standing upright in this very disheveled house you see before me, which at that time belonged to the chieftain's son, the son's two wives and his six grandchildren, three bore from each wife. I was at the moment a guest, yet after that minute, I was prey.
I was still conscious after I was knocked, however after I fell onto the shallow sand, I was kicked so hard by the chieftain's son in the head that I was knocked out for a good 5 Earth hours, so much for being a bunch a healers.'
'So I'm guessing you got tied up using some sort of dark magic by these bug vermin, am I right?' Randy finally delved further into questions, intrigued by the sudden change in the small populous, 'Yes, yes that is the case, in fact, this very spit you see here was where I saw myself when I awoke after 5 Earth hours, spinning on a spit, lit by a blue, hazing fire, assumed to be of Khanadark black magic.
I was spun around the spit a good fifteen times before my other four senses other than the sense of sight kicked in, in which I saw a crowd of Inkari, first my sense of hearing kicked in, I heard a large community of Inkari people jeering at me, shouting 'DOWN WITH THE TYRANT, DOWN WITH THE TYRANT' on repeat. Next my sense of smell kicked in, whereas here, I smelt burnt ashes, as well as fumes, upon which I noticed I was being turned into pot soup for these bugs. Afterwards, the sense of taste kicked in, in which I tasted the humidity of air that I was surrounded by, the taste of my burning hairs flying off my nigh-naked skin. Finally, my sense of touch came in last, here, I finally saw a few figures moving from the crowd, three in number as the spins increased, one being the chieftain, the other being the son of the chieftain and finally, an unnamed man who I believe may have been the king himself as he was wearing an imperial necklace with the face of the Khanadarks on his neck.'
'Yeah, ok, but how did you escape these subhuman bigots', once more Randy cut in, further intrigued to which battle tactics the Stockbroker used, 'Well..., kinda blew them up, he-he.', 'Heh?, blew them up, eh?, you blew them up using what? A sandstone grenade? A hydro-thermal sandstone bomb? A really strong sneeze?', 'No no, not at all, in fact, due to my lack of power, even if I were free, I could not even throw a straight punch at these fellas, yet I had felt a surge of power surging through the course of my spine, starting up just lightly above my tailbone and surging its way up my spine and increasing in strength, almost like I was charging up an atomic breath like the big G himself, until it reached the tip of my spine and transferred downwards to the tip of the sternum in my rib cage. As the chieftain, the chieftain's son and the "king" approached me, the surge of shine became visible, it became light, and finally, amped up by my rage for the betrayal by these buffoons, shone to its full extent, and all of a sudden the light shone out of my chest and transferred into atomic energy, as the three Inkari high-powers saw my chest flaring up with atomic power, I charged up the energy blast and flayed them all alive, every single one of them, I flayed them so much that the Inkari nearest to me disintegrated immediately, into ashes they went, whereas the Inkari who were furthest away from me ended up burned to pulp, severed in half by the blast power, cut up by the wind force and bled out to their demise and even some were flung straight to one of the moons, where they died due to low oxygen levels. The blast was so powerful that right after the blast, it attracted the attention of the Khanadark entities, which then led to the fated showdown. The Khanadarks utterly humiliated and almost killed me, if not for my indomitable spirit and pride, I might have been turned into mush.'
'Eventually, as the One Who Made Light and Dark arrived to help me fend off the four other deities, in the split second before he dissipated into the different dimensions for the final showdown, he promised me that he will restore the planet, the sliced up moons, the environment of the planet and even filter its water permanently, but with a twist, that the secular Inkari were to be eradicated for good physically, with only their skulls remaining and their souls wandering free around the known universe. It is quite hefty to take into account, however, it is quite important to understand what this planet has went through and the danger it possesses, all four of us are wanted by the Khanadarks, or at least a Khanadark.'
'Well, it's time to get some rest once more, we got a big journey ahead of us tomorrow.... or rather today on this planet if you think about it, you do have one sunset and two dusk, am I right?', 'Yes you are correct once more, safe to say I've grown a liking to you guys, though it only has been one Galatian day, or three Earth days perhaps, but the time I spent here was far better than anything I've ever had in my whole life, especially after all the screw jobs that I've been through in my seventy-something years of my life', he took a pause before he spoke again, 'Now that I realised, have you had any fun in your life other than this and maybe a few fights?' Randy inquired, and GORP seconded the question by his nod of curiosity, 'Oooooh, yeah I wouldn't call those fights fun, I was getting pummelled hard both times before the One Who Made Light and Dark intervened both times, and both just made me even bigger targets to the higher ups, the portal, which I don't know who summoned, the Inkari sacrifice, and almost inevitable cannibalism if I hadn't accidentally wiped them out with my energy blast, and the unfair 4 v 1 with the Khanadark deities, now all Khanadarks, Black-Hole-Elder-God and The First Amendment Elysian want me.'
'Yes, we know well of that, however, we also know that they are trapped at the ends of the Boundless region of space and time for their partaking in assassinating of one of their kinsman, subjected to indefinite amounts of godly labour for eternity, a pact which they all broke by killing the most benevolent deity, truly a single Khanadark, nor the Black-Hole-Elder-God, nor even the First Amendment Elysian on their own could even comprehend the true extent of the One Who Made Light and Dark's true power.
It was mere coincidence that the other children of Manhavén ended up at the same location where the all out war occurred, nonetheless, it was a mere fluke death, truly none of the children of Manhavén, nor himself can die, no matter how many times they are killed, their bodies seemingly wander off spontaneously throughout the Boundless region of space and time, just like the Inkari were subjected to as punishment by the One Who Made Light and Dark.'
Randy spoke up among the three at the campfire 'All this rambling really boggles my brain, if only it can be put to the test against our greatest adversary, Shade Light.'
'Now that I realise, though I suspect Shade Light of the murder of the One Who Made Light and Dark, I haven't heard much of him in the past 50 or so years, not as much as a single speck, what's his deal?' The Stockbroker questioned the two guest.
Randy took a breather before he rambled for what felt like eternity, 'Well, he did put the Miracler and GORP in the biggest hyper-prison in the known universe by framing them, and he did blow up a planet or two, in fact, one of the planets he blew up was the one where I was raised on, the one where I was forcefully immigrated to from another universe, courtesy of the collision and destruction of the Mars and Venus in the universe I originated from, Terra-002, additionally, it was his intent to kill me along with the planet as he stole a dog which I had to look after, he told me to look after it, and then just left like whoosh, off the damn planet, did I also forget to mention about the destruction of GORP and the Mira-' Randy didn't get to finish his sentence, GORP had karate-chopped him at the neck, incapacitating him temporarily and making Randy fall off his half smitten sandstone log (which was turned to grains after Mike and the Miracler had a big argument) like a Lego mini figurine falling off a table, 'TOO FAR MAN, TOO FAR, WE NO SPEAK ABOUT MIRACLER AND GORP BACKSTORY' GORP shouted and looked down simultaneously in sentiment, though it appeared as if he were to whisper into the ears into Randy yet had not realised that a chop and a punch were not in fact the same thing, he was too slow to even realise that Randy was knocked out cold accidentally and only realised when he looked beside him, just to find nothing, a dumb buffoon he is, 'HUH, WHERE HE GO?'.
Randy did a kip-up off the sandy surface and onto the half broken sandstone log, which then halved even further due to Randy's kip-up having such immense force, equal to that of Mike when he fought the Miracler, 'THERE YOU ARE, GORP WAS WONDERING WHERE YO-', Randy landed an light, playful axe kick on GORP, in return for the karate-chop, 'You need to hold back, at one point you might destroy the FTM like you did with the floors at the Galactic Alliance headquarters.
Mike could not stop laughing at the giddiness of his two newfound friends, one second, they are deep into a serious matter, and the next, they are juggling around, doing martial arts on each other, 'When will you two ever get serious, are we ever going to learn about what the real deal with Shade Light is, besides..... wait a minute, GORP, did you just say that Miracler's background is that... well, horrendous, that he won't tell us what's going on?'
'Miracler is a very secluded man who keeps almost everything about himself, to himself, in fact, neither of us know his real name, right GORP?' Randy turned to GORP, who neither nodded nor shook his head, just simply craned his head up at the distant stars, they look beautiful, the stars, in fact they all align into a formation which, to the human eye looks quite odd, but to the clairvoyant tank, it formed two letters, one which forms a G and another which forms A, GA it showcases, which may indicate many things, like the county Galway in Ireland, a great spectacle county indeed, or the element Gallium in the periodic table of elements, but in this case, we all know what this indicates.
GORP pointed this out to Mike, who hadn't taken a notice to constellations in over a half-century, Mike squinted his eyes to its maximum capability, yet was unable to make out anything other than two straight lines which seemed to be moving closer and closer to Galatia, and GORP took notice to this too, and not only at a rapid pace, but heading straight towards them, a few seconds prior, these "stars" were well out of the galaxy, but now, it's estimated to be around only 15 or 16 AU (Astronomical Units, the distance between the Earth and the Sun), 'RUN!' Randy shouted as the "stars", which were now made out to be human space vessels capable of traversing large distances in short periods of time, and a bright, golden light stood atop of the central, largest ship, the ESSA045, capable of travelling at Mach 45 at the very least, and estimated to be 3.7 billion times the speed of light at full speed, crazy figures I know, and not only is it fast, it is very durable and surprisingly light, as it is was made up of Primus Cynus' lonsdaleite rock (this is Shade Light's only weakness, supposedly, in all of the Boundless region of space and time, yet not a single person, other than the children of Manhavén and Shade Light truly know what the rock looks like), around 3.6 times durable and harder than other lonsdaleite.
As all three ran off towards the direction of the house to avoid being smudged, or as the philosophers say 'Be one with the earth', the multitude of spaceships, 6 in number, 1 in the centre and the other 5 surrounding the central vessel, crash landed onto the planet, it sent a tsunami of dust frolicking towards the house, around 12 metres high, double the houses' size, however, GORP was able to prevent this by using his clairvoyance whilst running backwards (trust me, it's a bad habit of his) and reverting the dust back towards all the vessels.
At the same time, the Miracler had gained consciousness from the loud eruption he had heard from outside his house.
In an instant, he ripped off his pyjamas and put on his outfit (whilst still having bed hair ruining his perfect perm) and looked out through the massive hole that was partially his fault for, seeing three figures, two small and one large dashing towards his direction, all screaming 'RUN!'
In the distance, he saw what seems to be a golden beam of light, almost like a figure levitate at a high speed from the space vessel up through the tsunami of sand, completely unfazed, and apart from a few granules in his cape, was unscathed by the tsunami GORP threw back at him, with only golden rays for eyes, with an S and an L on his chest to symbolise who he was, a god among mortals, instantly recognised by the Miracler, whose demeanour changes from docility to pure rage, as he calls out to his adversary, 'SHADE L
IGHT, I'LL TAKE YOUR HEAD!'