Stellar Hearts: Blades Across the Stars (Topaz x Male Reader)

The Beginning

In a desert filled with creatures that would haunt the dreams of the bravest of soldiers, scare the strongest of armies, break the spirit of the best of generals wanders a lonely swordsman. A swordsman burdened with the task of finding life on a planet that knew no cold. A planet where all the eye could see is sand. The swordsman had been wandering this planet for 3 months now. His progress seemed to be going backwards instead of forward. His sources of food and water were anything but limited. They would replenish themselves. Any normal human being would've lost their mind by now. But this swordsman is anything but normal. He was trained in the art of battle by a specter.

The swordsman's spirit was far from shattering. He was going stronger than ever. He was determined to find life on this planet. You see, he worked for an Intergalactic Corporation. They made alliances with different planets. They saved the more unfortunate planets from their imminent doom. They would gather the geniuses from all of those planets to find solutions for the more impossible problems, to bring about innovation. The job of our swordsman was to go to different planets that were yet to be explored and document them and make an offer of alliance. Of course, all he had to do was physically wander the planet. The technology that was strapped all over him did the rest. Drawing the map, making a database of all the creatures, noting their strengths and weaknesses was the job of the technological advances brought about by the collection of geniuses.

The swordsman continued on his journey looking for anything that had some sort of intelligence. Unfortunately enough for him, all he saw were beasts hungry for his flesh. Don't misunderstand it, he was anything but afraid. If anything, he felt a thrill whenever a new, bigger monster appeared. And as of right now, his thrill was peaked as a humongous monster that seemed like a Rhino and a Kangaroo. The skin of the beast was a color that seemed golden.

Unsheathing his blade which had a color pattern of blue and yellow, the swordsman went in for the first strike. With no effort whatsoever, the beast blocked his swing with nothing but its arm, its skin making a shrill sound as the blade slid against it, resembling that of metal sliding against each other. However, the swordsman noted, it was harder than any metal he had seen before. Any strikes he made with his body would deal damage only to him. He quickly pulled back and backed away to think of a strategy to defeat this beast. He scanned it's body to try and find any weakness but he was unable to find anything that would be of any use. The beast, tired of waiting, went on the offensive and attacked the much smaller being. The swordsman blocked each of its frighteningly quick strikes with relative ease but he was starting to worry as the monster seemed to have caught up with him no matter how much he tried to increase his speed. It was adapting. The swordsman, running of options, tried to turn the tides and swapped to an offensive stance. The monster realizing it was about to be attacked, immediately let out a flurry of attacks that caught the swordsman off guard and he got hit with every single one of the beasts panicked strikes. Breaking multiple bones of its much weakened adversary, the monster continued its onslaught, grabbing the swordsman by his face and pummeling him to the ground. The swordsman was in immense pain and on the verge of death. It didn't seem like he was going to survive.

Just when the monster got done with beating up its poor target and found itself victorious, it stopped to inspect the body of the swordsman. It checked his pulse and it was not there. Relieved it emerged victorious; it was about to grab the swordsman to take him elsewhere when all of a sudden the sword in the hands of the swordsman was engulfed in a bright flame. A flame that's color was no different than the color of the sheath and the handle, blue and yellow. Soon enough, the flame engulfed the body of the swordsman as well. The beast, in a panic, tried to grab the swordsman's body only to find its hand burnt to a crisp. The creature was surprised but healed it in a matter of seconds. Some moments later, the swordsman stood on his feet, looking at the creature with a gaze that shook it to its core.