CH 2. He's defective, not powerful.

The imperial district of Phenicriste, a gargantuan metroplis which acts as the economic center of commerce for the world-vessel hybrid this is Phenicriste. Phenicriste however requires few resources from other worlds, the Imperial District is a meeting ground for other worlds representatives to request services or resources from Phenicriste. Often rather than not the commodities Phenicriste possesses bear a price way higher than even the most advanced of worlds can afford, so as a result many worlds are at Phenicriste's beck and call as payment.

Epham, one of Phenicristes most senior leaders, a 300 hundred year-old humanoid hybrid stands gazing out of the wall sized window in the highest building on the highest floor of the Imperial district. A scornful look of disdain is plastered on his face as he awaits news regarding the class 6's miserable failure. Epham glares out at the metallic forest canopy that is the Phenicristian high rise building cityscape. The door to his office glides open as an entourage of three scientists and two military personnel enter the room escorted by three class 5 soldiers of which are heavily armed. Epham maintains his glare out of his window.

"Explain", proclaims Epham. The three scientists trembling with fear exchange looks between each other. Epham turns around and stares right at all three of them giving them a sinister unsettling leer through his dark eyes. Epham's skin bares an almost wax like texture with a fire ash colored shade of grey hue to it. The fiber strands of his extremely dense and toned muscles are visible in his fore arm as he clenches his right fist in frustration. Epham re instates his question not revealing his visible frustration in the smooth, calm manner of his request "Well?... I'm waiting."

General Caz speaks up, "What seem to have occurred was an anomaly within the class 6... Or David the class 2 ingested a performance enhancing booster of some sort." Epham scorns at the general, "Really? an anomaly within the class 6 you claim?" Caz nods tentatively. Epham turns his attention toward the nervous scientists and walks closer to them. "You three were responsible for the genetic treatment of the class 6, I presume you ran various test on the class 6 upon the advent of this most humiliating result". One of the scientists speaks up, "yes we have...". Epham locking eyes with the scientist presses further, "and?... Was there an anomaly". The scientist sighs  and looks down with concern, "no... nothing was wrong". Epham turns his eyes towards Caz, "And performance boosters in this class 2... Was there?". "No" the scientist asserts in an equally nervous manner. Epham turns and proceeds towards his desk that faces the giant window in his office."Well then, something's defective here... You all know we can't have that."

Caz, a well built class 5 solider who received the citation of general for his acquired knowledge in tactical warfare addresses Epham. "Why defective?... It seems as though we have a being more powerful than the class 6 in our midst? Let's exploit that!". Epham turns towards Caz extremely offended, "Just how would you exploit this seemingly undetectable power General?" Epham asks in a condescending manner. Caz looks at the scientists,"They can do it right?". Epham walks back over to Caz explaining what's happening. "That's right you don't know how General, your meager brain cannot fathom what one must to to extrapolate power from a being, especially when this power is not off the physical realm.". Caz looks confused, "wait, so this is the divine-". Epham interrupts Caz, "Silence! There's no such thing as the divine energy, it's a weak force that serves to hinder one's growth... One can only prosper so long with it."

Caz hesitates then responds, "So it actually exists?.. The divine energy?". Epham visibly offended responds "And what would you do with this weak force should it exist general?". Caz looking straight at Epham replies "Well that weak force almost killed your precious class 6 creation". Epham stares straight into Caz's eyes for a few seconds, "you disappoint me Caz, vesting your faith so readily into something you know not of". Epham fires a ginormous right hook crashing against Caz's head. Everone in the room winces in shock at the sound of Epham's mace like fist connecting with the left side of Caz's face. Caz is sent tumbling to the floor, he then staggers back up barley able to stay on his feet. One of the scientist trembles with paralyzing fear as he urinates himself, one of the soldiers grasps his under arm to keep him on his feet.

Epham responds to Caz whose left eye brow is bleeding along with the whole left side of his taking on a reddish blue bruised color, "It's called pain Caz... Probably the first time you've ever experienced it." Epham explains as he wipes off the blood on his knuckles. "Defy me again and expect more of it." Epham resumes his gaze out of the window and addresses the other class 5 soldiers. "Go fix him." The soldiers pick up Caz who is in a state of pain induced shock, "and send someone to clean up that urine... Also I have officially issued a termination order on the defective class 2" adds Epham as he turns his head and looks directly at Class 5 Solider Rykan, Rykan nods at Epham affirming the order as he grasps the under arm of his unconscious general Caz.