I am the one, who was born in pain of the ancestor who soon died.
I suffered from diseases when I grew.
We sustained within cold nature and harsh environment almost without magic and technology.
I thought our life could be another, better and worked for it.
I was called Thundergun, when grasped offensive technomagic to boost weaponforce.
I was participating in leadership caste.
We dug for water, but found ancient forbidden technology of our ancestors.
I’ve been preparing to become a scientist.
We faced a device to live again, it was infused with interstellar energy or creature.
I rushed to smite and expel invaded essence.
I was too slow or too weak.
I died.
I was extracted from a magic cocuun by a group of five.
I lived once more?
We were separated from Izalraan.
I lacked my kin.
I lost part of my strength and mind power.
I joined the five 2-legged creatures.
We flew a starship to a space station.
I was shocked. How narrow my view used to be.
I decided to become izalguun representative as I still was a hunter from the leadership caste.
I’ve found out that the five 2-legged were just one team of a large guild.
I was said they will help to find my kin or approve I was dead.
We were assigned for a mission...
My name is Thundergun-transgressed. Am I alive?