Action II
Decision made, you throw off whatever seedling of doubt cowering within your mind. You are…well, you suppose it would be inappropriate to take the former name of your once-body, Kiana.
She was a brat anyways.
No, you keep your name, Sirin. In the past, you've read various books covering countless topics. Botany (boring), history (which was boring, it always devolved to "Humans steal, lie and murder"!) and philosophy. Also boring, by the way, but there were some topics that grabbed your interest at the time.
What is a name? Does it matter who grants it? Bah. You've had far too much time in quiet isolation to ponder such garbage. You are Sirin, and that is that.
"Well now, let us not keep the welcome party waiting, right Bella?" You sigh imperiously into the void, fully aware that your oldest, most faithful companion existed only in memories by now. Meanwhile, the sickeningly purple attempt at a Void portal writhes with cold tendrils of …-Ę̴͙̈́̉t̷͕͎͐̎ë̵̘́r̴̨̦͗̍n̷͙̳̾͜a̴̻̍l̸͙͍͑̈́͝-̸̳̏n̵̜͖̄̓o̶̧͍̓̇ň̸͎̖͒-̶͖͎̃ͅe̷̹̿͐x̷̜̪͊̑i̸̪̮̿̆̈́s̸̼̠̚t̸̯̞̊͑̈́ì̶̧̗̙͆͐n̸͉̩̚ĝ̵͕̓͋-̴̝͍̽̍ P̴̖̱̻̑̇̈ḙ̸̳̋̄r̵̨̎͘m̸̨̛̏̀ä̸͔͙͔́͠n̷͈̰͈͠e̸̩͇͇͂n̴͉̆̈͜͝č̵͍̺̥͋e̷̢͗̕̚-̶̼̔̈́c̴̜͓̀̇h̴͈͓͑̃̐a̵̺̓̇̚͜n̷̩̏͜g̷̘̰̽̓e̴̗̘̓̑̽
How disgusting. Amateurish.
Ah, but there is certainly a mildly impressive level of power fueling this….warped rendition of the Void. To reach through such a quantum distance and stabilize at a size larger than a pinprick is quite the feat.
The rend convulsed, angry perhaps in impatience.
"Oh very well." You roll your golden eyes and reach forward to ever so lightly grasp the portal. "Mm, this shall do nicely."
It was obvious a trap lay ahead. Whoever was on the other side clearly sought you for something. The power-hungry always have, and always will, seek more power; this, you learned from a very young age-
Needles, scalpels, pricking and cutting at your too pale skin. Tears ignored, shiver in the cold, alone-! Glowing eyes, eyes everyone seeks your power, where, oh where is Mama? (ICH. LIEBE. DICH.)She lov-
"ENOUGH!"
The presence fades, withdrawing beyond her reach.
How uncouth. Your visage twists from rage into a cold, imperious smile. Never more, shall you fall to such childish manipulation. You are, after all, the Mistress of the Void itself. You've been given a relative escape 'vector', but you live as you please!
"-omated broadcast, Emergency Code IIG-rT7MN0900, MLTOV Protocol initiated…"
Cold.
Empty.
Yet filled with distant, inextinguishable fonts of power, countless in number. Unparalleled in majesty.
Ah, so this is space.
The Void. Freedom. Your domain, your home.
It was not, however, supposed to be noisy and cluttered with burning wrecks. Burning wrecks should be silent!
You glare at the offending hunk of scrap currently near your feet. It's small, clearly one of dozens of smaller aircraft.
Bah. It's a simple matter to smother the offending communication system, to silence the senseless drivel of radiowaves blaring into her Void. You wave your hand to send a subspace lance, glowing like a dying star, into the cockpit-
Oh.
The lance would normally be formed at two meters long. Very rarely did you need larger, when a simple command could fill the surrounding space with a dozen, for equally little effort.
That was, at least, back on Earth.
The subspace lance you created, tore through the vessel….and the next….and into the nearest moon.
"...Gavno."
The mere lance, it turned out, rapidly ballooned to the size of that pesky battleship, the "Hyperton" or some other pretentious garbage. Bah.
Bah! Somehow, in some impossible way, the scalpel-like precision and control that YOU, the Queen of the Honkai, had a slightly less than perfect control over your Void?!
Preposterous. Ridiculous.
And perhaps, irrelevant to your predicament.
There, on the other side of the swirling gas giant 'below' you in the solar plane….
"By the frozen hells of the tundra, what is that!" You glare at the absolute abomination of a galactic plane; there, visible to even the naked eye, loomed a disgusting swirl of pulsating energy. Tendrils writhed, flicking off a smaller miasma with each quantum nanosecond.
Horrendous.
Unnatural.
You fight the urge to puke, though of course your body is vastly superior to insects and humans. You have perfect control, both over your physical and spiritual form-
"Bah, who cares."
You flick your wrist, encapsulating the already damaged lunar body in a cube of nonexistence, of void.
You squeeze, and feel instant satisfaction if only for the moment. Truly, you wish you had thought to threaten the pathetic valkyrie insects with more than simple meteor showers striking Earth. The eternity of isolation let you think of plenty of ideas on how to conquer, oppress and destroy those who defy your commands!
The atmosphere of a planet is such a fragile, fragile thing~
"Behold!" You turn to the planet and remaining moons, grinning malefically. "You need no longer tremble and worry about your destiny, oh useless gas giant. For your Queen has arrived, and she is fresh out of mercy~"
You raise a hand, palm facing upward…and you sigh inelegantly.
"...pizdec, I waited so long to let loose on the deserving…and find I hadn't really grown after all. Conquer the world as a Queen? Bah, humanity has long shown the miserable cycles such positions undergo."
Mewling sycophants, pathetic mortals grasping for every scrap they can get, all the while stepping over each other in greed? Paperwork?! No. No, fuck Earth, fuck Humanity, and fuck the childish ideas of revenge and conquest.
"I am Sirin Kasla-"
You pause, frowning deeply.
"The little otrod'ye bore that man's name. With this body…and the relationship between-"
You shake your head, disgusted.
"Nyet, I refuse to acknowledge him, not after he cut my fucking arm off! Only Momma….yes, Momma's name was Schariac!"
There. You fold your arms with an imperial smugness. Sirin Schariac, the daughter of the kindest and strongest Valkyrie. No icky deadbeat of a father; He can stay with Kiana!
Identity crisis once again diverted, you gaze around at the admittedly impressive local Solar System. Two neutron stars, the latter giving off a wispy trail (Pulsar, you idly remember from the astronomy books at Babel and St. Freya Akademy); together, they lazed in an elliptical orbit that created marvelous hues.
And just think, you have all the time in the universe to explore the stars, to follow the dreams of three little, frail girls wasting away under Schicksal scientists' apathetic care. (You whisper, quietly in the deepest citadel of your mind, that perhaps you could find the love, the warmth, that Cecilia Schariac once offered you).
…Ah. But first, you remember the invasive tendrils that tore open the space-time continuum of your isolation. You ignored the shadowy presence lurking within that abominable galactic sector, but the invitation, the call, the demand for your Queenly presence remains.
You are Sirin Schariac, Queen of the Void and Stars, Daughter of the greatest Valkyrie…and you have a choice to make.
Reader Vote: Choose one.
[ ] You have clearly been given a firm invitation, and never let it be said that a Queen is impolite to those who aid her. Even if the upcoming tea-party would very well end in a glorious bloodbath. Follow the Summons into the ominous Galactic Sector.
[ ] Clearly, you were invited to a trap. Someone, or something, is making demands of you, all the while defiling the very Stars that belong to YOU! However, and this is crucial, you are no longer the scared, angry little girl lashing out at every provocation like a starving wolf. Ignore the summons, for the Stars are YOURS to navigate as you please! ({Please note, this will lead to a shorter chapter and require write ins on just where Sirin will go, though there are some ideas as to that~})
[ ] Other/Reader Write-In. Please include details of what the choice is, and reasoning for doing so.
END OF ACTION II
Thanks for catching my slipup, xcv45.
I wrote this while doing meal prep at 0300 because I couldn't sleep lol, so mind any mistakes in writing (or in slavic cursing). Anyways, just like real life, you can say you'll do something, you'll make the change...it's another to actually do it. Sirin is, after all, still Sirin. That poor moon, there could have been Ewoks or something on it! Thank you all for the votes up to this point; You surprised me on some of the choices, though it was fairly even between things... What will 'You' do now, I wonder? Just who was 'kind' enough to invite her to their universe?
