Jump 154: Tenchi Muyo - Space Opera

Jump 154: Tenchi Muyo - Space Opera
Age: 242
Identity: Supertech-Mago-Scientist
Drawbacks: [+750] The OTHER Chousin One

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Tell me if you've heard this one before:

A trio of eleven-dimensional Karens, whose blonde hair caused the bleach to soak into their idiot brains, get a great idea: if we aren't sure there's a God above us, we'll CREATE one. Because it totally makes sense to create a multiverse and shake it so hard you hope God will fall out, when you're looking for one who is outside the system altogether.

And since I'd displayed capabilities beyond what they thought normally possible, they immediately assumed I was a delusional product of this universe and kept locking me in every time I tried to leave. Of course you know, this means war.

The Chousin were, apparently, somewhat unhappy that their punching bag decided that it would punch back hard enough to shatter Tsunami's pet stellar empire and thus increasing threats came out against me, but I'm sure you're all familiar with the practice of punching out the biggest guy your first day in prison. Terrible practice in all truth, but when you have to establish your credentials, becoming an interstellar pirate/warlord who uses super science to shatter empires and create new stellar nations in their wake.

And the worst part about that is, other than breaking one of the Chousin's toys and putting it back together in interesting ways, they didn't actually CARE about what I was doing. Trying to engage them in dialog did nothing either, they just ignored anything I said and treated anything I tried to tell them as a delusion even when I stopped playing around in normal 4D space and addressed them as a peer in higher dimensional space. Quite frankly the last time I saw anyone with their heads so far up their own asses was dealing with the Draconis Combine before I annexed every world in the Inner Sphere. So after about a year of shattering the Jurian government, de-powering the treeships (in that they could no longer manifest as many Lighthawk Wings - sorry, Karens Three, but Shinra's theotech is BETTER than yours), scattering any number of out-of-context tech bases around the universe, and mass-brainwashing assorted pirate clans for my own amusement, I decided it was necessary to take drastic action.

You see, when you've had literal millions of years to study nanotechnology, to integrate it with theotech, Mimisbrunnr, the Well of Souls, the Lifestream, et al, because it's a very crucial component of your body... it stops being what it was on the label. You have to push the limits. Nano-scale is good. Pico-scale is better, you can make custom molecules. Femto-scale? With the right application of power, you're able to essentially start shifting around elementary particles as you see fit, or bop quarks to take different forms, to say nothing of more exotic energies. Smart matter, that can become what you want when you want, as long as you've got the energy to spare.

And so I, in a move of absolute pettiness, made use of that smart matter to propagate itself. Smart matter "seeds" were teleported to every world in the universe and quietly turned all available matter into other smart matter - inert, waiting to be called on, too small even for the most exotic technologies to detect it. And too subtle to be detected unless it was being specifically looked for. Oh, even with an immensely quick propagation speed it took years, but a half decade is still incredibly quick to ensure even gas giants were now completely made of picomachines that were just waiting for my call. The only exception were the Chousin themselves, just to try to avoid tripping any warnings.

The day came that I popped into the hyperdimensional space that the Chousin hung out in. "Hello," I told them, "I believe we need to have a discussion."

I'll not bore you with what they said, but insert dismissive responses here. We'd already talked, after all, and no matter what they're convinced I'm a local. One who has abilities, but they've got other gods and goddesses so I'm not unique in that respect, even if I'm being childish and playing with the galaxy.

"Yes, well, if you'll direct your gaze to Earth?"

Confusion. Then anger. Tenchi had been back on Earth visiting his father, you see, but found the shrine abruptly surrounded by a crowd. A silent crowd of thousands. Tens of thousands. From all walks of life. Washu's incarnate form beside Tenchi at the shrine looked... surprisingly wary. And all of the crowd outside spoke in complete synchronicity with me, as did Tenchi's father at his side. As the Chousin looked elsewhere on Earth, they saw that everyone continued doing as they were, but likewise were speaking in chorus.

"Oh, you're finally being serious. Excellent. I invite you to look at Jurai-" And they did, finding the same. "-Geminar-" The same. Except that Kenchi wasn't subsumed either; he was a good kid. "-in fact, any planet you care to examine. Now. This was a galaxy at war, but now? Now, all are one. When I demand your attention... I do it in three trillion voices. When I look upon your works and find them lacking? It is with six trillion eyes. But when I tell you that your experiment was always flawed, that what you've created is at best a peer, and that you've only declared a success because your loins ache for him... it is what anyone with a single brain cell could have determined."

Confusion, from Tenchi. Outrage, from the K̶a̶r̶e̶n̶s̶ Chousin.

"I... will be LEAVING this universe... and I will not be stopped this time," spoke three trillion voices, before they ceased speaking and resumed their daily activities, none the wiser for what just happened.

My incarnate form appeared before Tenchi and Washu at the shrine with my gaze directly on the latter, and before Washu's indignation could take action beyond sputtering I spoke once more - again in unison with my greater self in front of the three. "However, let me be clear. If you delay me AGAIN... I don't need to rely on flashy wings to make my ire known. Every living soul, barring five, is my hostage. Every tree. Every rock. Every planet. All I want... is to leave. With nothing more than what I brought into this world."

Now was the time for sputtering. For indignation. For threats. I let them babble for a few moments before I spoke again.

"I am not normally a cruel man. Many of those who spoke would otherwise be considered friend to me. But what you need to understand? If you stand in my way, I will snuff out the stars themselves before I come for you."

Even Tenchi got in on the commentary this time. But he was silent when I held up a hand.

"I am not from this universe, despite what these three have declared. But if they continue to oppose my wanting to exist and travel in peace, they will find that I am more than willing to become a true Counter-Actor rather than the individual that they are purposefully cultivating. Though I imagine they told you she was a force of nature? Ah, it matters not. I have places to be. Places not here."

Almost surprisingly... this time, when I left, they did NOT try to hijack me or drag me back once more.

Even if they abused their powers thoroughly to get the Juraian empire together again to try to attack my incarnate form.

I don't think they understood how pointless and futile that was, but it doesn't matter; all that matters is getting off of ̶M̶r̶.̶ ̶B̶o̶n̶e̶s̶'̶ ̶W̶i̶l̶d̶ ̶R̶i̶d̶e̶ this universe's cycle of insanity.