Here, have a story.

Desmond leaned back in his chair, his blue robotic eye darting around, analyzing the odd stone he held in his hand. From the eye he opened all the files and found all the data he could, trying to figure out what this runed stone was. He sighed, closing both eyes as he couldn’t figure the thing out and threw it over his shoulder. It hit the metal floor with a clank, missing the piles of clothes and books that cluttered the small room.


His glowing blue eye opened and projected a monitor in front of him. His fingers taped in the air, a blue square appearing each time as if he was pressing buttons. After a moment he waved his hand to the side, and the monitor disappeared. Soon after the wall began to break away and slide away. Behind it was a wall of glass that overlooked a planet and a large amount of stars in the distance.


“How am I supposed to sell this rock if I don’t know what it does..” He said sighing to himself. “Stupid rock..”


“Oi, don’t call me stupid!” A sudden voice rang out.


Desmond blinked, the blue eye moving around in search of the voice. It landed on the rock, giving him the message “Noise Source Found.”


“Right.. so it talks?” Desmond asked himself.


“Yeah, I talk!” The rock said.


Desmond sighed. A talking rock? That wasn’t too special. He’d get no money off of this.


“What do you do besides talk?”


The rock suddenly exploded in a blast of blue light, a small blue energy form in it’s place. It was shaped like a human, besides the fact that it’s legs were a tail instead.


Desmond’s eye gave him the message, “Unknown Life Form. Energy Level: 990,623,002”


That number was insanely high. Even the grand moving city of Utropilus with it’s forcefield and hundred foot thrusters only had an energy level of 50,000,000. Desmond bit his lower lip. Energy was the most valuable thing in space and any amount of it was hunted after. This rock could make him the rich man in the universe if he played his cards right.


“So, little gu-” Desmond started to say something but the ship rocked violently. He quickly ran out of the room to the cockpit of the ship. Outside he saw a fleet of ships in front of him. They were trashy, and the weapons weren’t good compared to his top of the line ship. He knew they were a group of bandits who had been scanning for energy. Finding the insane amount coming from his ship there no doubt they wanted it now. His eye scanned them quickly and he got the message “Chance of Survival: 25%”


Desmond slid into the chair and grabbed the controls with a smirk.


“There’s a chance..”