Once there was a sea, deeper, emptier than any sea. I born from chaos.

Marduk, Brother. He was curious about life, life in this deep sea we exist in. I'm not interested in life, i want to rule, this sea for instance.

"It's impossible."

He said, seeing how big the sea is. I don't care, i want to rule. He created life, in a form of a fish that can adapt to the sea on its own. But it dies out upon creation, due to a lack of atmosphere.

So he thought of creating a planet, an island he called: a star to loop around, gravity to keep life grounded, atmosphere and air to breath in & out, ozone layer to protect from cosmic rays, life.

"Life first, rule after."

He then told me, as he shows me life thriving in seconds in our time. I want to take that Island from him, but he stopped me.

"If you really want to rule, you'd have to defeat me. Actually, if either you or i win, we'll create a StarOcean, A Galaxy; based on our values."

I accept in a heartbeat, just as he puts his newly created Island aside. We exchanged beams and throw punches to see who gets to create a StarOcean for that island to exist within.

Unfortunately, he beaten me, despite both of us being equal.

For my obsession of ruling over the island and started creating the StarOcean he calls Saraphia, he banished me to that Island, stripping most if not all of my powers away, with only possession and immortality to the very Island he called Kalandra. Compared to the mere seconds I've seen life thrive on Kalandra from the sea, it's been thousands of years given my immortality being, i now know what its like to be among the mere mortals of this island.

And in those thousands of years, I've seen these creatures evolve from primates to man, their final shape; an opportunity awaits. I shall influence the young and help me put a foothold onto an empire I'll create, one I'll shall rule over and use these humans as pawns in my game, a game of power, conquest and glory, with some experiments to tinker with other life on Kalandra.

I keep my experiments a secret from the children, and later the humans as a whole.

All it took was one man alone. One to tell people that I'm a god emperor: a Qythparsh.

And for the next thousand years, i declared war against the "aliens" who threatens my people's existence and mine, and send mine out into the frontlines as i will it.

Unfortunately, my brother keeps taunting me that I'll never take over the StarOcean, never wipe out those "Aliens" i speak about with my crusade, and underestimating such bigger threats of both the Deijango and the Immeki, with their own goals of taking the StarOcean, an idea they unintentionally ripped me off. Whether or not these are Marduk's creations, I'm not worried and would gladly wipe them to get them out of my way.

That is, until i died during the final years of what the aliens and my people collectively called The Saraphian War, where i managed to break free from Saraphia with my restored powers and fought at the frontlines on Immek, only to be gunned down by one of the many alien races i campaigned against.

Though my body is destroyed, my legacy will be carried out, only for that legacy to come to a screeching halt with my apprentice's death: Adrian Cortez, whom i entrusted before my departure.

Even if my brother insists i give up on conquest and rule after such a botched attempt for the past millennia, i won't! As big as Saraphia is, and the many Islands within, i won't rest till i have what i want!

So in less than a hundred years, i took possession of another Kalandrik; Marcus Carpenter: and influenced his men to stage a take over against the chosen Qythtarsh: Uoli'Tov Kresh. First time in my whole life have i heard of it. I've retaken the Palace and started all over again, though this time, i put my focus and care on the people first, before secretly plotting my conquest of Saraphia once again.

In retrospect, though, i should have done that as soon as i first possessed someone by the name of James Zavier before plotting my conquest. Though to be fair, i was naive and inept. Now, I've learned, but will it mean much now that I rule once again?

And as I've got word of the incoming Gamma-Ray Burst from a nearby star on direct course and the discovery of Talrrusa, my time couldn't be anymore perfect.

But once again, something else intervenes: rather someone.

A peculiar Cecil Dragnlord stepped in, he too knew of the existence of these two anomalies and demands to be summoned to the Island with an expedition by his side. I tested him to see if he's truly loyal to my cause, to serve his people, and in turn serve me as the benevolent dictator who truly belonged to the throne and not the so-called Qythparshes and Qythtarsh they cried over after their deaths.

I knew i won't trust him, lied to him about the Knights becoming more paramount that i am, they are of course loyal to my cause. Families in support for me, even if they do the most vile and inhumane of actions onto their own family members and others, just to lick my boots. But just like before, they're all my pawns of the same big game I've been playing for the past thousand years;

Well except for my children: The Goblin Sharks.

They're my greatest creation, an amalgamation between man, machine and alien, the perfect warriors who carried out my campaign long ago, and shall do so again!

While that's going on, the humans disappeared off of Kalandra to Talrrusa, as if someone else also knew of existence, no thanks to the others who fled from my grasp. I knew it because of my men who apprehended the two dissidents, human shapes of the Orumi, who's homeisland lost to an accident they've made.

I initially like them executed separately two days apart, but decided to do so together in one day. One of them challenged me to play a game against her, she dared to face me in a game i know I'll win. As we played, I've beaten her nine times by removing her piece, or be placed at the trigon first. I watched her delight and amusement, see her transform from cold and calculative to desperate and emotionally compromised. I could kill her on the spot, but it'll be too easy and too soon. So i ordered my knights to throw her back into the cell with her significant other in there, solidifying their deaths together.

The day came and i watch the two on the centre courtyard of the Palace, expecting my executioners to obey my commands and see the two disintegrated in front of my "People" while i prepare for my exodus to Talrrusa.

I waited for seconds upon seeing them readying their beam rifles at them, expecting them to pull the triggers, but nothing happened.

Till they removed their helmets, i didn't count on the return of that one man, not alone.

I see him and hear him with sharp ears of mine...

"LONG LIVE JOSHUA ARMSTRONG! LONG LIVE GREGORY GORDON!"

Cecil, of course. He must have help from an outside force, something far greater than any race i know of so far. No doubt from my brother. And sure enough, as Cecil chases me down into the throneroom and intent on killing him, Marduk himself shows up, sending Cecil away to Talrrusa.

You've improved, yet you still haven't learned to give up your ambition.

Why shouldn't i? It is a big realm to be, to see what I'm going to do with such a StarOcean as Saraphia itself, instead of conquering other StarOceans within this vast Sea Void? I'm already aware that my plot of taking Talrrusa is foiled, but never given up, not yet! And if i can't have it, nor all of Saraphia, then all shall return to chaos!

And what of your loyalists, those still under your spell and sought to carry out your campaign of human supremacy?

Than it'll show my influence is still felt by those creatures, and my Goblin Sharks will see that they'll succeed, only to be wiped out by them once they've secured Talrrusa and cleansed the StarOcean of aliens.

Time will tell, brother. And I'll call upon my favourites to have us both replaced, if allowed.

I'm irreplaceable!

Indeed, five years later, all shall return to chaos!

Note to self: Before commissioning a Tapestry about the history of My Holy Kalandrik Empire, Don't commission a mural of the horrible, horrible truth!

Okay, that's done, What Else...?