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My story begins a very long time ago when the Utrom Homeworld was at the very height of its glory. So well known were the Utroms for their love for justice and peace. They were the incorruptible, they were revered by all and they were hated by those who were prosecuted under their “fair” and “just” judgement. Ever since our hatching, we were taught how to value all life, and that all life has meaning. We were meant to repeat this until it became a permanent mantra in our minds, and we all obeyed the laws laid down for us.
We Utroms are not known for our criminals. With our upbringing and our naturally passive personalities, such thing is practically unheard of. The last Utrom criminal existed several thousand human years before my creation, and she was responsible for crimes that would not earn her any harsh punishment on any planet.
My birth itself was an abomination in the eyes of the Utroms.
My hatred for them began early.
Utroms are born from fertilized eggs laid by a female. We would be incubated for several weeks before we hatch, and not long afterwards we are taken to the Growth Center. Utroms are not allowed to know those who gave us... them... life. This is supposed to prevent any possible clan wars from breaking out, and it helps the young Utroms to bond with those in the same generation as themselves.
Something was different with me, something that was unusual from the very beginning. Perhaps they viewed me as a failed experiment of some kind, since the Utroms were not without their occasional amoral scientific practices. The secret of my creation lies deep within the heart of our world, and I have not been able to reach it, despite my best efforts. All that was left for me to do was conquer and destroy.
They tried to talk nicely to me, to assure me that I was no different from the others. What lies, and it angered me at first. Did they not see who I was? With my unusual skin colour and my unnatural shape, I was... a freak. Everyone knew this. I knew this. Even my only friend Mortu knew this. Looking back, I realize that there was no other path for me to take than the one I took. It was my destiny to change the universe.
Early on I discovered my talent for conflict and war. I discovered that I was stronger... faster... smarter... and most of all... I was far superior to my peers.
I was not one of them.
I was strong, and they were weak. They constantly clung to their past and their traditions, but I did not. I wanted to move forward, to free myself of the stagnation our world had brought itself to. I believed, beyond all else, that the Utroms had the abilities to be so much more. Utrom technology is among the most highly advanced the universe has ever known. Utroms themselves, ourselves, are very difficult to kill, some more than others (like myself). Our ability to survive even the harshest of environments makes us very adaptable.
So why did the foolish Utrom Council not see it? Did they not see how the Utroms themselves could be the ultimate rulers of the entire universe? No... of course they did not. Of course they would not.
It was up to me, Ch’rell, to show them exactly what our kind can do. Perhaps then they would appreciate their own full potential.
We Utroms are not known for our criminals. With our upbringing and our naturally passive personalities, such thing is practically unheard of. The last Utrom criminal existed several thousand human years before my creation, and she was responsible for crimes that would not earn her any harsh punishment on any planet.
My birth itself was an abomination in the eyes of the Utroms.
My hatred for them began early.
Utroms are born from fertilized eggs laid by a female. We would be incubated for several weeks before we hatch, and not long afterwards we are taken to the Growth Center. Utroms are not allowed to know those who gave us... them... life. This is supposed to prevent any possible clan wars from breaking out, and it helps the young Utroms to bond with those in the same generation as themselves.
Something was different with me, something that was unusual from the very beginning. Perhaps they viewed me as a failed experiment of some kind, since the Utroms were not without their occasional amoral scientific practices. The secret of my creation lies deep within the heart of our world, and I have not been able to reach it, despite my best efforts. All that was left for me to do was conquer and destroy.
They tried to talk nicely to me, to assure me that I was no different from the others. What lies, and it angered me at first. Did they not see who I was? With my unusual skin colour and my unnatural shape, I was... a freak. Everyone knew this. I knew this. Even my only friend Mortu knew this. Looking back, I realize that there was no other path for me to take than the one I took. It was my destiny to change the universe.
Early on I discovered my talent for conflict and war. I discovered that I was stronger... faster... smarter... and most of all... I was far superior to my peers.
I was not one of them.
I was strong, and they were weak. They constantly clung to their past and their traditions, but I did not. I wanted to move forward, to free myself of the stagnation our world had brought itself to. I believed, beyond all else, that the Utroms had the abilities to be so much more. Utrom technology is among the most highly advanced the universe has ever known. Utroms themselves, ourselves, are very difficult to kill, some more than others (like myself). Our ability to survive even the harshest of environments makes us very adaptable.
So why did the foolish Utrom Council not see it? Did they not see how the Utroms themselves could be the ultimate rulers of the entire universe? No... of course they did not. Of course they would not.
It was up to me, Ch’rell, to show them exactly what our kind can do. Perhaps then they would appreciate their own full potential.
