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Ft: Quark (the destined descendant of Alcyone)

The other leaders detested in the ascension of Quark. The crown laid there, aimlessly waiting for its new owner to inherit its ‘gift’.

The leader of insanity protested that her skills in overwhelming any enemy would be amplified. But the leader of construction has an ability to construct structures where imagination is the basis of its creation. However the power of the defence would be more important as they can predict any outcome that may be incoming with heightened accuracy. Which wealth may allow all of this to happen.

Then Quark stood up. Speaking last as she was the youngest out of the other leaders. She held out a spoon. The spoon that germinated from Ziloth. The indirect equation to life. The primordial soup that brought all entities and beings into fruition. Where Alcyone understood the potential of Quark before anyone else did. The potential that surpassed all the other faction leaders. The crown soon hovered over her head, recognising Quark’s value as the leader of the Exxtrapollexxa equation after the death of the former leader, Alcyone.

“BAM! Did you see that? Pfft, that thing went flying like a cannon ball!”, the distant building eroded after a beam shot across the bleak, death ridden skies.

You walk away slowly from Charlotte, worried that the next thing that would meet the laser beam was you.

“Awh, why not enjoy this firework show that I prepared for you?”, she pouts as she walks along the crimson crystals.

“Cmon! Just stay a little longer and you’ll see the masterpiece unveiling right in front of your eyes!”

The skies slowly tore apart as a starry sky appeared in front of you, the stars exploding in supernovae with space shattering like brittle glass.

Birthplace: ???

Age: ???

Description: Very ambitious, never seems to truly ‘exist’. Very spontaneous, able to exist and multiple places at once. Ideology of pure chaos. World conformity? Pfft I’ll blast that down as well!

Born as an orphan, she couldn’t remember her parent’s faces… only a fuzzy image remained. An image of her beside pigeons and scraps along the sidewalk. Still cold. Still crying. Only looking up towards the stars for death’s embrace. An unwanted child.

Until a person holding an umbrella stood before her. But no raindrops fell. The figure spoke whilst lifting the infant up, “how rare it is to see an abandoned one.. I’ll name you Quark.”. The infant soon slept in the embrace of the stranger.

The memory soon fades as she stood across the window, watching the stars glimmer and shine for an uncountable number of times. A nearby guard soon came over, advising her to do her job as a worker. But she knew deep in her mind, that she was smarter than them… but ego never flourished back then.

Her hobbies was to research newer living creatures and plants. She also loved calculate and study anything she could find, making up new terms to create and name equations that would soon overshadow the Exxtrapollexxa equation.. but because of that she was proclaimed to be a problematic worker by the others. However that would soon change.

On the 800th expedition, the star of Anel, fell upon the planet Kairos. Quark watched from her deployment pod, the planet being incinerated, as the planet took the impact of the star —The star was no bigger than the size of a coin, but it was also denser than a neutron star, which the explosion would have almost caused the planet to collapse into a black hole-. The pod landed, as it took the waves of flame and shockwaves that circled the planet for 10 minutes. Somehow, Quark survived. Opening the door, she watched the black ashened planet before her. But a figure stood there, a branch bent to embroider her head, clothing that looked like it was woven by vines, her hair was green, contrasting with the dead earth of Kairos. The figure held a bouquet of flowers. They looked back towards Quark. “Oh you survived?” The figure spoke, as they held out a spoon from their organic hand for Quark. A spoon that held a pitch black liquid. Quark hesitantly held out her hand to receive the spoon from the entity.. a small thanks fell from her mouth. The figure spoke again, “do not be afraid, I am Ziloth, the epiphany of reality, your kind speaks of… take this gift for humanity as you are the first to witness me.”. The figure then walked backwards, falling into the ground, where a tree sprouted, covering the ground with its foliage.. that soon turned to brown soil. From the tree, rivers flowed out from it, encapsulating the empty world with its brilliance. Alcyone was watching, knowing that this day would soon give rise to a new leader for the intelligence faction. Quark.