Facet of Iam
HP:1
Status: Normal
<~> O°<~>
For the past hour he had been steadily enjoying a drink and the incredible view of Proxima Theta with a few of the local females. Of the group he had been steadily coercing one into what would've been a very enthusiastic night for the both of them. The black liquid in his cup had interestingly fruity flavor to it in-spite of it's appearance, at least so far as his artificial tastebuds determined. While he may not have been capable of experience the sensation of inebriation like them, he was more then capable of making an educated guess as to how a human would react regarding the perceived alcoholic content. Acting was one of his strongest skills as a Humanoid Interface Model, one that his companions certainly enjoyed to witness as he played the part of a happy and flirtatious drunk.
It really had been going so well.
Yet now the female by his side was floating nearby with a large piece of thick glass through her temple, and the bar itself as a whole was littered with dead and dying. Suffice to say that the entire mood had been thoroughly ruined, and the liquid inside had been sucked out before a patron had plugged the breach with their body. What atmosphere was left inside this section was far to thin for the lifeforms to handle, leaving him to watch helplessly with an passionless face as they slowly gave in to suffocation. An awful way to go to be sure. Those on their homeworld had the luck of experiencing a near instantaneous death.
New an experience this may have been, it was by no means an enjoyable one.
An intact bottle of his last order floated close enough by that he took hold of it, uncorking and taking a swig of it directly. Such a mysteriously fruity flavor that he'd have to savor. It was never to exist again, now that the crop which produced the taste had just been rendered extinct. He recognized the sensation of his mind mentally pulling apart the drink's molecular composition, storing it away in a place that he himself as an Aspect couldn't access while Iam as a whole could for archival purposes. Perhaps the next time this body perished in some horribly gruesome manner, he could have a drink of a recreated variety before leaving the lunar factory that orbited his Higher Self.
Bottle drained and emptied as much as the facility now was, Facet lifted up from his seat and turned toward the blocked breach, hesitating only a split second to dislodge the corpse and allow himself to be sucked out as well. To see a world be killed in an instant put forth a sense of priority that he wasn't allowed to ignore. Such a weapon was evidently dangerous and apocalyptic to such a scale that it might even threaten his Higher Self's livelihood, it wasn't allowed to exist so long as there was a risk presented.
A smile slowly reformed upon his face as he started to skim what little remained of the planet's atmosphere, aiming for where he saw that explosion of light originate.
"What new and interesting things await me in this coming adventure, one wonders?"