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Truth

My name is Raza, a Shi’ar Cyborg who for the last twenty years have traveled the Shi’ar space ways as a pirate with the human named Christopher Summers in his attempt for revenge against the race of people who took his wife from him; my people. He found me in the slave pits of the Shi’ar where those who are best forgotten go. Together with others we escaped, but I was placed there as a sleeper. My real name is now not a concern of yours, what I was once though is. I was once the captain of the royal guard of the Shi’ar Empire under D’Ken Neramani until I was placed under shadow operations and converted into a Cyborg, my name becoming my designation RAZA. My mind was suppressed so as to better accommodate my cover, until the time was right to awaken once more. That time is now, here in the enemies of my very race the Spelljammers.

The first priority I have though is to kill the new host of the Phoenix, the primal guardian of the M’Cron Crystal so my lord my possess it. As I stand over the comatosed body of this filthy earth creature, someone enters and sees me. Her name is Carol Danvers, another filthy alien creature, within my shadowed caged mind I saw she and I have sex many times and how I tried to scream but could not be heard. She smiles and walks toward me.

“Raza your finally awake. Thank God for miracles.” Carol embraces her lover and feels my arms wrap around her to return her embrace. “I’ve missed you.” I loathe this, but must play along.

“As have I.” I reply a gleaming spark flashes in her eyes as she feels safe. That is when she feels the sharp penetration of my techno-organic spur through her chest, ripping bone and flesh alike. It is quick as her spinal column becomes severed. The realization within her eyes comes too late as she dies within seconds. I allow her to fall to the cold metal sterilized floor of the med lab without a second thought. I then release my neonates into her body, absorbing the power cosmic that flowed through her blood. I will need this power later as I face the others but for now, I must continue with my mission.

I walk toward the dark one once more; I read his life signs as understanding dawns upon me just as it awakens. His yellow eyes glower with infinite power, stretching back to the creation of the cosmos. It is then my spurs are about to enter this shell of the Earthman when I am once more interrupted, this time by the X-Men and Wolverine.

“Raza what are you doing?” Wolverine screams in astonishment, his claws break through his skin healing instantly. He is a creature I awed as I saw him in combat, he is without peer and I know I cannot take him in combat. I do the next best thing though I release an energy blast at my new opponents. This blast is a wide spectrum blast engulfing them all, it blasts them all back save one. He is a son of the Corsair, Alex I believe.

“Thought that would take me out Raza! I absorb cosmic and solar energy so don’t cry fowl! CRY HAVOC!” He unleashes an energy blast created from pure plasma. I can feel the searing pain as it connects with my techno-organic shell sending me through a half dozen walls. How can apes from a backwater planet have so many diversified abilities?
I now know that I can not face them all at once, after all these are the same people who took on the Imperial Guard and won, not once or twice but three times. Even the arrogant Gladiator fell before them. I make my escape through a series of ventilation ducts, stealthing my signature to the bases sensors after all, I designed them. Of course, I know that I can’t hide my scent and the mutant Wolverine can track me like a gortha.

I need time to heal from the filth’s energy blast. Lucky for me I have an energy sheath active at all times or I would have been disintegrated on the spot. I need the time to calculate, to formulate a strategy and I know the place to do it. It doesn’t take me long to make it to my destination, Lylandra Neramani and her consort’s room. I do not care for the one called Charles, though he is a powerful telepath and an enemy not to be taken lightly. For his powers to work though your brain has to be organic, mine is positronic.

I enter their quarters only to find Charles, standing there as if he knew when I was coming, where I was coming. I expose my techno-organic spurs as I walk near to him, yet I stop my body frozen.

“What is this?” I ask.

“You are no longer in control.” Charles smirks. “Actually you never were in control Raza. Blame it on D’Ken’s faulty programming.”

“How?” I struggle to understand.

“What’s the problem Raza?” Charles continues to smirk and then I see him grow cold.
“Life Raza, some would argue, is a series of problems. There is no denying the truth in that, but why get lost in it? Why not rise above the truth and lead a good life?” He begins to glow, as flame encircles him. “Shouldn’t we all look at problems as a chance for us to find solutions?”

I drop to my knees, barely able to stand. My gaze though can not leave this human filth who somehow can control me and my sensors are reading power fluctuations.

“Solutions are not easy to come by Raza. They don’t present themselves, neatly wrapped in a colorful package. Like anything of value, they have to be dug for, sometimes in the hardest ground to break, one’s own clay. More often than not, mining one’s self leads to FOOL’S GOLD, unless the pick is taken to one’s pride. You see Raza one must break off a chuck, and swallow this bitter pill, for a better tomorrow.”

“Goodbye Raza.” That is the last thing I hear as the fiery form of the great bird, the phoenix rises from his human form and I feel free.

“Enter Ororo.”

The door opens and there stands the woman who once was Storm, once was Ororo Monroe-Logan. She is now Captain Universe.

“I’ve been expecting you.” Charles replies as the reflection in Ororo’s white eyes sees the phoenix around what is Charles Xavier.





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