Forging Cybertronians and the Elder's Demise
I'd heard about mechanical lifeforms. [Why do you want to create lifeforms?] Since it knew Ubo Sathla's story, I figured it might have similar ambitions like galactic domination, so I asked. Gotta make sure it doesn't mess with my universe.
[It's purely for my amusement. To watch how my creations live and thrive.]
Ah, good—nothing sinister like that. Treating the universe like a giant terrarium... yeah, that's right up my alley. Could be lying? Outer gods don't even have a concept of lies. Why bother when everything bends to your will anyway? A human reincarnate like me might fib, but pure outer gods? Nah. Anyway, if it's just chill observation, maybe it's fine to let it into my universe. Unlike Ubo Sathla, it won't twist them into domination monsters—and as an upper-level outer god, its powers should be a notch below mine or Ubo's.
[What kind of lifeform do you desire?]
This was key too. It might want to spawn some universe-wrecking monster race. "Just watching" could mean spectating cosmic demolition, after all.
[I adore metals. The metals that exist in the universe are profoundly beautiful. Iron and titanium especially... so sturdy and resilient. They withstand heat, and especially as alloys...]
[I see. So you wish to create lifeforms made of metal, like yourself.]
I quickly shut down what was shaping up to be a metallurgy lecture from my materials science prof. Well, its form gave it away somewhat—mechanical lifeforms. And what instantly pops into mind? Cybertronians from Transformers! They were on my shortlist of creation candidates. That metallic clang as they transform... kyaa~ No red-blooded guy could resist. Perfect fit for the sci-fi vibe in my universe too. Shelved 'em only because the Galactic Union would snatch and dissect them.
The Union acts all welcoming to cooperative intelligences, folding them into the fold with open arms. But nah, not really. If they deem it useful, they'll grab, dissect, study. Rubarans especially—Ubo Sathla cooked them up for conquest from the start, so they're sneaky selfish. New concept like Cybertronians? Instant lab rats. They'd snag a corpse "humanely" at least, crack the principles, and ape it. Yujin's "research lab" mention? Probably ties into this crap.
Anyway, didn't want my tech yoinked, so I nixed it. ...But if someone else makes 'em? Fair game, right? Hell yeah, I wanna see real, moving Transformers. Park 'em near the elf planet—could spin a killer storyline. Like the movies: Cybertronians crash-land, teach machine tech. Elves kick off an industrial revolution, skyrocket to modern civ. Way smoother than me meddling directly. Feels organic, cosmic flow. And if they ally? Symbiosis city. Elves get fast tech upgrades; Cybertronians get repair techs. Dalos fulfills his "watch metal lifeforms" dream. I get my Transformers fix and elf tech boost. Kyaa, pure win-win.
[How about something like this?]
I pitched it straight to Dalos, beaming the Transformers imagery into its head.
[Oh... Mechanical lifeforms that deform their bodies. Like the cars or spaceships made by Rubarans or Terrans.]
Phew, nailed it.
[But why vehicles specifically? Transformation seems unnecessary.]
No, you fool! That's the whole damn romance of it!!
[And this "cube" thing baffles me. Tying reproduction to a physical energy source is inefficient. Lose or destroy it, and poof—extinct fragile species.]
No, the cube is the romance! Touch it, and any machine turns Cybertronian. Isn't that badass?!
[That's... good?]
[I suppose. I don't get it, but if Ubo Sathla raves that much, your pick must be solid.]
Sigh, a bit begrudging, but it got the importance of the romance. ...Wait, doesn't this make it basically my creation? Might as well do it myself—faster. Nah, my kid vs. someone else's? Worlds apart. Plus, too much of my input feels off...
[I merely provided the idea for metal lifeforms. Craft them as you see fit.]
[Very well. I'll reference it.]
With that, Dalos pondered a moment, then slipped into my sci-fi universe. Whoa, already? Dude, the Union's gonna ping that! Think, man!
[Hold up.]
[What's wrong?]
I halted Dalos, warning that Union detection means swarms inbound—ruining the lifeforms before they evolve, straight into managed custody.
[...?Just wipe them all out.]
...Classic outer god vibe. Intel said Dalos wasn't particularly malevolent. Fake news? Or... hey, not torturing, dissecting, experimenting like others? Maybe "not evil" by their standards.
[Then no lifeforms to interact with. Post-growth mingling—good or bad—is half the fun.]
[Intriguing. Very well, we'll conceal them until maturity.]
Nice, it clicked. It shifted to energy-assimilating form like mine, then dove back in. Upper-level perks: numb detection by ripping space slits or morphing structure. Still clung to that geometric metal body, though. Really loves metal.
Trailing it in, time's off—slightly ahead of our exit point. About... four years ahead?!
Gasp! Yujin's arc's pushed four years; civ sim auto-ran three years sans me?!
Ugh... Could rewind to four years back, but then no monitoring Dalos. Gotta intervene if it spawns insane abominations. ...Screw it. Binge the three-year recap. Check for disasters first.
Yujin priority. Three-four years, total seven. Three years to that incident. Still grinding top-tier spells peacefully...
[Gahk... hack...]
[Hoo... told ya not to try killing me. Came that close, Elder Organ.]
??? Why the hell are you killing an elder?!
...Every check-in's a shock. Knew Organ was gunning for Yujin, but an actual ambush... and got bodied? Expected trouble, not this.
No simple "tried to kill me, so I killed back." A Terra outsider offs one of five Meias elders—with magic. Cataclysmic.
[...Heavens. How to contain this mess.]
Even Grandpa Yupiter's freaking. Union's view? Minor: report to elder council, nominate replacement, approve unless total scrub. But Meias? Magic supremacists? Outsider sponges their spells, skyrockets in seven years, slays elder? Apocalypse.
How to spin this... oh man, delicious drama! Yujin, too OP in just seven years? Beating an elder? My clone's a beast.