About me: Complete subjugation was what his people desired for the multiverse. Traveling to infinite worlds and conquering them through force or subterfuge. Enslaving, destroying, or assimilating their native population under the banner of the empire. All in the name of peace and progress. But unlike the countless other great powers that desired the conquest of everything, his people had no armadas, no giant space armies that invaded foreign worlds with their superior military might. In fact, there weren’t many of his kind left. Maybe there weren’t any left at all. That’s the consequence of warping through time and space, time becomes more of a suggestion than an aspect of entropy. Perhaps he was the only interloper left, destined to fight for nothing and no one. A mere relic of what his species once represented. It would be so easy to just leave it all behind, and start anew in an empty world, giving up his goals to pursue more peaceful activities. But he couldn’t, he needed to see things through, no matter how many sentients would end up dying in the process.
