My new Weapon…

I knocked on the door of the room that the Sword Maker was given to do his work. I was allowed into the inner room and when the door closed behind me it took several minutes to accustom to the dim lighting…

It had been three days exactly and today the weapon would be finished. I was not sure if it was done or not, I simply was doing what I was told…

I was blindfolded and told to stand in the middle of the dark room. I was told to hold out my hand and grip what ever was put into my hand. That when I gripped what ever it was, I was told no matter what, I could not let go and no matter what I felt or heard, I could not move or let go. No matter what!

I stood there for about three minutes and then as soon as I felt something touch my right hand. I tried to grip it! That was when I just hung on for dear life…

What ever I had a hold of was alive and strong. I was drug around the room and the only thing I heard from the Sword Maker was to get it under control. In fact I remember he said, “Get that damn thing under control or we all die!”

Then my suit expanded and everything went calm. In fact too calm! I stood there holding what ever it was for another hour and I could hear the Sword Maker doing stuff, but I was never allowed to see what was happening. The suit never opened the vision up for me…

Then I was told to walk forward, holding my arm straight out in front of me. When I feel pressure resisting my movements, I am too stop moving…

I did as I was told and then I could see again. My suit was still expanded. but my head covering had retracted. I found my arm buried to the shoulder inside of the hearth furnace made from a sun. The Sword Maker said, “I will be back tomorrow and we shall see what happened.” With that he left me standing there with my arm stuck…

While I knew that I could have easily broken out, I also knew that what ever process would be destroyed and since this was very important, I would have to have tremendous Patience…

I will not bore you with a 24 hour standing in one spot details. Lets just say, It sucked… :)

The Sword Maker eventually appeared and smiled at me and asked, “Sleep well?” I just grumbled at him and said, “What next?”

He said pull my arm out and if it does not come easily, pull harder…

I pulled and nothing happened. I pulled harder and nothing happened. I pulled harder and nothing happened again…

The Sword Maker said, “Your arm is stuck in the core of a sun! The energy is gone, as it was consumed making your weapon. You are going to have to pull harder than you ever have in your life.” Then he said, “Your weapon is forged from the core of a collapsed star, that was once a Red Giant in the system located in the Austerity star system. I hope I did not over do it, because the weapon weighs more than a collapsed dwarf star per square millimeter and will cut anything in its path, no matter how dense the object is. Nothing is denser than this weapon!”

He said also, “I had hoped that you were tougher than this! Did I miss judge you?”

That pissed me off and my Helmet expanded and I strained like no tomorrow…

I saw the wall in front fill with hairline cracks, so faint that you could hardly see them. I pulled harder and a small chunk of wall crumbled out. It was the size of a sweet pea and when it hit the floor. The floor sank almost a foot, before Prometheus could adjust for the massive weight of the pea sized star chunk…

Prometheus pronounced that she was readying the room and setting the structure to handle the crumbling material. She said that she had her star drives energized and would have ample power to self contain…

The Sword Maker said, “Do not let go of the weapon!”

Then I resumed trying to extract my arm from the wall made of star material. I pulled with all I had and I felt the wall giving. I also saw that I was maxing out the limits of the suit and I never thought that was possible…

So it was down to me or the star wall…

The wall gave away and the tiny pieces started to rain down upon the floor of the room. Prometheus was working overtime trying to contain the crumbles and when the pieces got bigger the whole Ship shock with each impact. In fact we were being knocked millions of kilometers at each impact against the hull of Prometheus…

I yelled fro everyone to hang on, as I felt the star wall loosing the battle. Then my arm exited the wall and still in my hand was a handle. A handle of pure purple as shiny as any star could be. It was screaming a song of ungodly beauty and I could tell it was asking me to pull and pull and pull…

I pulled harder and then a blade, no two blades appeared. Then I realized that I had hold of an Axe, a Double Bladed War Axe of immense proportions. A War Axe designed only for me, designed by the gods themselves for an era of the old gods. The gods that created the Universe and all Universes that we see in this day and age. A weapon created from the soul of a star, a Red Giant that became a dwarf star and now my War Axe…

I have been busy learning how to control the Axe, for it weighs more than the planet Earth does by a long shot and even with my immense powers, I am challenged to control it. For in its heart and soul is my two swords that collect souls. They scream for blood twenty four hours a day. They are the beast behind the Axe…

My suit is the only thing that can contain the Axe and I can not lay it down just anywhere. The Axe is so massively dense that it would sink into the surface of a planet just like a rock through wet toilet paper. So we are working out how to keep the sword safe for all around and how to keep from destroying Prometheus with it also. She has readied a room with special dampers and shields to contain the Axe. It seems to work and she has devoted a single star engine to pacify the Axe…

We will be too Earth in one day. I will write tomorrow and tell you what we have found on Earth…

Oh the Sword Maker said, “Looks like I figured you just about correct. I was worried that you were a wimp or something like that…”

Stryker
The Zombie Source Code…