Dead Space: Break-Fast: Martyr: Ending

==Part One: The Fight ==
Two men watched from above as the exhausted man below struggled to get away from the massive, grotesque creature. The gray haired man took a sip of his wine, his ice-blue eyes reflecting off its surface. Beside him sat a man with glasses; a man who had been his ally the entire operation and had not yet become expendable. He smiled at the scene below him as the creature and the man moved around in a dangerous dance of death in an all too small circular enclosure. The man's hair had grayed considerably since he had first met him; his bluish green eyes had also lost the lustrous life they used to have in them. This man's name was Michael Altman and he had been a pain in his side for far too long.
"Quite the show isn't it, watching him struggle like that?" the man with glasses said, smiling down at Altman's puny weapon; a spoon that had been given to him beforehand which he had managed to sharpen into a make shift knife. The fact he had managed to salvage anything from the joke weapon that was given to him from the gray haired man, Craig Markoff, just a few days prior.
"That it is Stevens, the man deserves every second of it. I'm shocked he can moved around after refusing to eat for so long frankly. It seems we weren't thorough enough in cracking this egg since he still fights off the inevitable." Markoff replied to him seriously, but with a slight tone of enjoyment.
"Think he's learned his lesson yet?" Stevens asked as Altman's arm was torn open by one of the creature's chitinous arms. Altman leaned over and gripped his bleeding arm, starting to breathe profoundly. It was quite clear that he wouldn't last much longer as he was starting to limp as well. Barely managing to get to the other side of the room before the creature was able to identify him again. The room itself was roughly 25 feet in diameter and only had two doors, one in and out for personnel and one in and out for the creature that was tormenting him.
"Not quite, but he will once he realizes he has nowhere left to escape to, no more tricks to play, no last glimmers of hope."
The two men began watching as Altman helplessly struggled to kill the creature, barely managing to slice open a portion of its underside. He struggled to get to his feet and as he tried to scamper away the creature snagged his leg and threw him across the room. As he landed against a wall on the opposite side of the circular room below, the creature slowly made its way to him. The impact had apparently left him either dazed or paralyzed as he made no effort to move away from the creature this time.
As the creature loomed over the beaten man, it punched him with a force that made Stevens flinch slightly. The creature then picked up his body and roared in his face, spewing saliva all over the place. The combination of the creature's rancid breath and rotting flesh would've made Altman thrown up had he actually had anything at all in his stomach. It then lifted him and shook him ferociously before lifting his head into its maw and tearing his head off. Before either of the men above had time to react to the spectacle it then tore his body completely in half, letting out another roar and throwing the dismembered halves into different directions.
Stevens vomited slightly in his mouth, and after swallowing it, turned to Markoff. "I think I've seen enough, have a team retrieve the body and kill the Krax before it gets loose and kills us all. I need to be excused"
"I know what to do Stevens, watch your tone. You aren't immune from becoming expendable." he replied, a strange gleam was in his eyes and this frightened Stevens. He mumbled something and walked away, leaving his wine at his chair. Markoff pushed a button beside him. "Have an unarmed team of security personnel come into the chamber and restrain Altman, the Krax is dead! I want Altman punished and a better one of these things created now!" he bellowed into a small intercom. He then smiled to himself as the Krax stomped around the room wildly looking for its next victim.
As the door burst open security guards armed with tranquilizers and tasers quickly filled the room. The guards, noticing the Krax was still alive, tried to leave the room, but Markoff had sealed them in.
"Give me a good show and I'll let you go!" he yelled so the guards could hear him.
He broke into a grin as the guards tried hopelessly to kill the Krax, only to be slaughtered one by one. The first one tripped over Altman's legs and then had his head smashed like a watermelon by its large arms. As his friends watched in horror, one of them fired all of his darts into the creature's glowing pustules on its leg joints and shot at it with his taser, though the effect it had was counter-productive and only served to anger the Krax. Infuriated, it charged the guard and hit him in the chest with such force that his rib cage caved in, puncturing several internal organs. As the guard slumped down and spat out blood, letting out a whimper akin to that of a dog. The Krax bellowed in his face and as the guard began to mutter something that seemed like a prayer, it smashed his head into the wall.
The creature roared again and a few guards ran for the door. It turned and positioned itself to face them before charging them down like a streamroller, crushing two of the guards below it's massive arms and legs and using its chitinous shoulders to impale a third against the wall briefly. One of the trampled guards began to slowly crawl with his arms in an attempt to get some distance between him and the Krax.
"Charlie get out of there!" the fourth guard blurted at his friend, a look of terror and distraught on his face as Markoff sat above, sipping his wine and laughing. This was proving to be more entertaining than he had originally thought.
"I can't move, help me Daniel!" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear as tears streamed down his face. He looked down at his body which wasn’t responding to him. As he noticed its contorted and bloody pose, he realized that he had been paralyzed at least from the waist down. He began to scream out of pure dread towards the situation he was in. As blood starting dripping down his face, he looked at the hideous monstrosity that had caused this. Even if he wasn’t paralyzed, the creature itself was enough to freeze him to the very spot.
"Sit tight man, I'll get you out of here!" Daniel charged at the Krax and fired his tranquilizer at it multiple times. A few of the darts managed to find their way into the same leg the previous guard had shot into and managed to cause the glowing pustule to explode. This created a chemical explosion and sent Daniel flying, miraculously in the direction of Charlie. Markoff leaned in, intrigued that they had managed to damage the Krax if only a little. The Krax tried to charge but found itself stumbling when it stopped dead in its tracks and lifted itself up and just stared. As Daniel rushed over to Charlie and extended his arms to pick him up, the Krax fired a strange organic material at him. The organic bomb hit its mark effectively dissolving the guard on the spot. Charlie screamed and fired a few darts at the creature and managed to hit it dead on in both of it's eyes. 
"Interesting but problematic, now how to deal with this..." Markoff furrowed his brow and muttered to himself. Markoff began to wonder if he had been to successful in the creature's creation when what he saw below only stunned him all the more. The crippled guard was crawling away from the creature as it roared, angered after being shot in the face. The guard had managed to gain considerable distance and was halfway through circling it when the Krax turned to him. Markoff was sure the guard couldn't be making much noise if any at all at this point and was perplexed as how it managed to follow him so accurately without eyes. As it walked over and grabbed him by the head and crushed it with its massive hand. Markoff was sure the creature was somehow able to see perfectly without eyes but was unable to tell how. He massaged his temples and let out a sigh, this was the first time in forever that something had managed to confuse him. 
He reached over and opened up the communications channel, "I want a full team of armed guards in here immediately. The Krax needs put down and is deemed an Omega level threat. Titan level gear is authorized, do not fail me. The creature does not need eyes to see and is able to shoot some sort of acidic material out of it's body."
As he reopened the door, the fully armed security guards busted into the room and immediately took their positions around the creature. One of the guards gave a signal and they began firing at it with little effect. The bullets pinged off of it harmlessly as the Krax shot another organic bomb at them. It dissolved one of the guards and another's leg. It made its way towards the guard and slammed its fist down, effectively smashing clean through his rib cage. As it bellowed in victory, all the guards opened fire on one of the shoulder joints. After a few seconds the Krax retreated backwards. At this point one of the guards gave another signal and another pulled out a rather large weapon and began charging it. The others kept the Krax at bay and when the weapon was fully charged, the blast that came from it caused one of the creature's arms to come clean off at the joint.
The Krax stumbled, unable to hold its body up with only one arm. It puked at the soldiers and missed, dissolving part of the wall and making its way towards the opening. One of the guards moved in front of the opening and began firing, only to be dissolved shortly after by another organic bomb. The rest of the guards seeing this hesitated to move into its path and started firing again.
"C'mon you idiots kill the damn thing before it escapes and kills everyone else!" he shouted loudly at them, slamming his first down on the armrest. He sighed and shook his head slowly, running his hand through his slicked-back hair. Now was not the time for panic and he knew it, he had everything under control just like before. He was going to get out of this alive and tell everyone about the Marker and how it was holy. But the fun part was going to be telling the world about the new religion based around it, Unitology. A Marker-based religion created by Michael Altman himself, which he and only a few others would know was a lie. But of course, he'd have to kill them to make sure they wouldn't tell. He sipped his wine and looked back down at the scene below.
The guards struggled to get the large weapon reloaded as the Krax made it's way towards the exit. Markoff could see they were shouting at each other and trying to figure out what was wrong with the weapon and how to slow the creature. He was frustrated but not surprised that they weren't willing to just stand in front of it and block the hole after what happened to the first guard who tried that. One of the guards started firing at the Krax's remaining leg and after a few clips managed to sever it at the glowing pustule. Markoff was certain now that this was a weak spot and noticed it under the remaining shoulder as well. He made a note of it and barked at the guards to aim at the same spot in its shoulders but they were unable to hit the mark. Just as the Krax was making its way into the hole they managed to get the weapon readied and sever the joint. The Krax, now unable to move, bellowed in place as the guards slowly approached it.
After a few moments they attached some cables to the Krax and drug it into the center of the room. They started placing explosives over its body when one of the guards walked in front to attempt to place one on its head, assuming it was dead. Shortly after placing the charge on its head, it reached out and grab his leg and bit it in half. The guard let out a shriek and fell to the ground. In a panic, he started shooting at the Krax when it shot out an organic bomb dissolving him and part of the floor around him in the process. The guards were careful from this point on when placing the explosive charges and after placing a little over a dozen, looked up at Markoff. He raised an eyebrow and sat for a few moments before realizing they wanted out of the room before detonating the charges. He opened the door and waved them out before shutting it again. Shortly after the doors shut, the room was filled with blinding light, smoke, fire, and guts. Once Markoff was able to see inside the chamber again he noticed the glass had actually managed to crack, but everything inside was in pieces.
Markoff applauded loudly and then strutted down to the chamber, where he congratulated the guards. As he shook their hands he noticed how the blood was flushed from their faces and sweat pooled all over them. He brought them into the room where they examined the bodies. The Krax, in pieces at this point, was still wiggling around and one of the guards noticed this and tried to run out of the room. As he turned heel he slipped and fell on some blood, hitting his head on the ground and knocking himself unconscious. Markoff saw this as an opportunity and turned to the other remaining guard and shot him in the head before shooting the unconscious one as well.
Now he had nothing to worry about here as everyone involved, except for Stevens, was dead and couldn't say a word. He smiled to himself, pleased with how the situation turned out. Not only was he able to learn a lot about the creature, but he was able to silence everyone without having to worry about loose ends. He called a cleanup and disposal team and left the chamber to begin thinking of a script for his television release of Unitology.
==Part Two: All That's Holy==
As Markoff sat down in the plush leather chair he stretched his neck from side to side, hoping to relieve the pain that had formed only a few minutes beforehand. As he looked around the brightly lit room, surrounded by cameramen, he spotted Stevens behind a curtain a few feet away. He stared coldly at him, who nodded back at him despite the fact that Markoff had not said a word to him. He watched as the host, Richard Poliets, sat down in the chair opposite of him, leaving only Stevens' chair empty for the time being. He looked over at the director who, with a mix of hand motions and silent words, issued the start of the show.
"So, Mr. Markoff, how are you this fine day?" Poliets had asked, crossing his legs and folding his arms in his lap.
"Quite well, I had enjoyable week. What about yourself?" he replied. As he looked him over he figured he was probably in his late forties with very fine white hair and dark blue eyes. He would've been a fairly attractive man, had he not been so plump and short.
"I've managed, bit of trouble with the wife, if you know what I mean!" as he chuckled, a sign lit up saying "Laugh," the audience obeyed without question. What fools they are, Markoff thought to himself as he kept his cold stare on Poliets.
"Quite."
"So I hear you and some of your men have made a fabulous discovery. Tell us all about it!" he leaned forward, his body shivering with excitement.
"Well, we have discovered an object in the Chixculub crater, below the water and dirt. It is an alien artifact, and my colleague, Michael Altman, has come to the conclusion that it is holy, and sent to us from a higher power."
"Juicy! Where is this Mr. Altman of yours now?"
"Unfortunately he died when a piece of machinery fell on him a few days ago, he is greatly missed." Stevens smiled and had to cover his mouth to prevent himself from chuckling at the absurd lie Markoff had just told.
"Oh well that’s just absolutely terrible! Are you going to tell us about this artifact?"
"Of course I am my good man. It is known as The Marker, it was black in color, covered in strange runes, which occasionally glowed, and made of some unknown substance."
"It sounds beautiful. If I may, do you have a picture or some footage of it?"
"Indeed, my colleague Stevens has a few pictures with him; some of The Marker, some of Altman, and some of the strange runes covering the object."
"Well then, let's welcome Stevens to the stage!" he threw his hands up in the air as an "Applause" sign lit up and the audience burst out in a raucous of claps and yells. Stevens walked out onto the stage, gave the audience a wave, and then sat in his chair. He opened a brief case and pulled out a few holopods and set them down on the table in front of him. "So, how are you Stevens?"
"I'm doing quite well, thought a little tired." He replied to Poliets in a humble tone.
"How old are these pictures you're going to show us?" Poliets asked in a hurry, unable to control himself any longer.
"All in time my friend, be patient." Stevens tone was a bit harsh and this made him retreat a little.
"I apologize, it won't happen again."
"Well, that's quite alright, as long as it doesn't happen again. Now, to answer your question, these pictures are anywhere from a week old to a month. I'll show you the ones of Mr. Altman first, so you all know who this amazing man is." He picked out a certain holopod, punched in a few commands, and then the giant screen behind them lit up like the sun. As Stevens scrolled through the various pictures of Altman, which varied from the time they were onboard the ship to the time of his death, the crowd was deathly silent. A few of them mumbled things to each other, a few covering their eyes when the picture of Altman's dead body was shown in bloody pieces, and a few awing the man.
"My, my, what a horrible state he's in. What exactly fell on him?"
"It was piece of drilling equipment. Unfortunately, the drill was still running, which is why he's in pieces."
"I see. Well folks, it's time to cut to commercial! So stick around for more pictures and talk about the new religion founded by Mr. Altman!" the cameramen stopped recording and the lights dimmed a little bit. They watched as the audience thinned out, most likely to go get refreshments or to refresh themselves. One of the cameramen handed Poliets a bottle of water, who screeched at him about it not being the kind he asked for. Stevens shook his head and walked to the bathroom backstage. As he opened the door, he turned to the sinks and turned one on. He splashed cold water on his face a few times; he was starting to panic a little.
"Not going to break on camera are we?" a voice came from behind him, which made him jump. As his vision focused he noticed the man standing behind his was Markoff, as emotionless as ever. He gave a sigh of relief and regained his cool.
"No sir, just a little hot under those lights is all." he replied, a slight tremble in his voice. He had become slightly afraid of Markoff after witnessing what he had done with those men and the Krax, it was inhumane.
"Good, you don't want to become expendable." He smiled coldly at him then cleared his throat. "Remember, keep this as secretive as possible, do not show too much of The Marker or the runes on it. A picture or two of each should do. But you can show them a few more pictures of the runes, they aren't as important."
"Yes sir, I understand. What are we going to do after the show?"
"I'm going to take you some place special to celebrate. A new restaurant opened up near here and I heard the food's good. I figured you could use a break and some appreciation."
"Oh, how very kind of you sir, thank you very much."
He waved his hand at him. "Don't think anything of it; soon we will become very powerful." He looked down at his watch, "time to go Stevens."
"Right you are Markoff." He followed behind him as they returned to the stage, which immediately began to light up again. As he looked around the room he noticed that there was even more people in the audience than before. He and Markoff sat in their respective chairs and he began going through the holopods deciding which pictures to use. The director issued the cameramen to start filming and the show started up again.
"Welcome back everyone and thanks for watching!" Poliets beamed at the camera. "We're just about to discover what this mysterious Marker looks like and what strange runes cover it! If you would Mr. Stevens, please enlighten us."
Stevens nodded and began doing a few things on the holopods. After a few moments the giant television behind them lit up again. "I will warn you now, some of these pictures have been blurred or blocked, we don't want to show you guys everything yet." He said calmly, hoping Markoff wouldn't kill him for saying so. As he scrolled through various pictures of the runes he heard various sounds of enlightenment and confusion, along with disappointment at the blurred or blocked pictures.
"Wow, that's just astounding to see, I can't believe that we hadn't uncovered this before! Do you know what the runes mean or represent?" he couldn't hold himself back any longer, he had been completely transfixed by The Marker and its awe.
"I'm afraid not, at least not at the time anyways."
"What a shame, may we see it now?" his posture made him look like a giddy school girl.
"I guess I can't hold it off any longer. Now, you may have seen a picture of it before, one that Altman took to the press as a hoax. However, the picture was real; he just tried to keep us away from it so he could have it for his religion."
"I see, so that's what that marvelous thing was!"
"Well, here it is everyone, the Black Marker found by Michael Altman. The object of which is religion, Unitology, is based around." He pulled up several different pictures of it, varying in size and quality. Markoff looked around at the audience, noting how awed they were by it. He was pleased at how well his plan was coming together, all he had to do now was keep the lie under wraps and everything would be perfect.
"My, my, the Marker truly is beautiful in all aspects. Where is it now? Can we see it in person?" the audiences’ voice rose all at once, a cacophony of voices merged together with a single emotion: pure fascination.
"Unfortunately, it was sunk back down into the depths of the Earth due to a failure in equipment. The ship it was kept on, along with the crew, went with it. Barely anyone managed to escape in time, but we did manage to back up all of our data. We may be able to make another, but the time frame is unknown."
"That's wonderful news!" his eyes shone even brighter than before. "Now, tell us about this religion, Unitology."
"Well-" he began before Markoff cut him off.
"That's enough Stevens; I'll take over from here." Markoff said coldly, staring Stevens down.
"Alright Markoff, I understand. Well, it looks like he'll take over from here everybody." He picked up his holopods and exited the stage, a sense of fright overcoming him. He didn't like where this was going, Markoff had become too serious. While he did have faith in the Marker, he was beginning to question it. He had seen firsthand what it had done, but he was sure that it was broken somehow. He didn't know what to believe anymore, there were too many unknowns. He could barely hear Markoff's voice in the distance before he fainted and fell to the floor.
"Well Mr. Poliets, Unitology is founded around the Marker and is based off a sense of becoming one with everyone; one mind, one soul, one body. This focuses around the event known as Convergence, in which everyone becomes one. However, we don't know anything about this as Altman died before he could explain to us what it was. We believe that this process grants everyone an eternal life after death. It will give an eternal life after death in which everyone is given a body that doesn't need to breathe, eat, sleep, drink, or any of that. It will be a body which is devoid of pain and suffering, in which only unity exists. Unfortunately not much is known about the religion other than that. So, I guess we have to leave it up to someone else to decide what to do with it. You guys can create your own bible, churches, language, or whatever else you may want to do."
"Well this is excellent Mr. Markoff! Thank you for sharing this information with us." Poliets replied happily, clapping his hands together. "I'm sure everyone here appreciates what you're doing, and I for one can say I will convert to this new religion. It seems splendid, a body that needs nothing to survive, and feels no pain. Absolutely wonderful if I may say so."
"Yes, quite splendid indeed. Most of the crew on the ship had converted over to Unitology."
"Well I'm sure everyone here can see why." He exclaimed, but before he could continue the director gave him a signal. "Well, that's all the time we have for today! See you all next time on, Poliets' Gossip!" he waved to the camera and Markoff followed suit. The cameras shut off and Markoff walked off the stage. Many people tried to get to him to ask more questions, but he just waved them away.
As Markoff arrived back at his hotel room, he found a note on his door telling him to call a number immediately. As he called the number and gave his name, he was put on transfer. When the new person got on the line, he was told that Stevens had died but the cause was unknown. As the person on the other line tried to apologize for his loss, Markoff told him not to worry about it and hung up. Markoff smiled, his plan was working out nicely. He checked out of the hotel and went to dinner to celebrate.
==Part Three: Covering the Tracks==
When Markoff returned to the facility, he was greeted by two armed guards. As they entered the facility he headed straight for the chamber in which the Krax was killed, along with many others. He looked down from the chamber above, where he had been sitting only a few days earlier. The room below was a complete mess, blood was stained on the floor and the room itself had been severely damaged. Parts of the wall were busted which allowed pieces of wire, cable, and sheet metal to stick out. Other parts were severely dented or cracked open, while other parts had been completely dissolved by the Krax's mysterious vomit. Strange substances that had shot out of the Krax were also strewn all over the walls, and the place reeked to high heaven. Almost every inch of the floor was dented or busted open, most likely from the flailing of the Krax as it chased its prey and stomped about. The floor was especially messy; there wasn't one spot on the floor which wasn't covered with blood or the substance that had come from the Krax.
The place was completely quarantined off, except for the chamber that he was standing in. The body disposal team had removed all of the bodies from inside, human or not. He would have to find out what they did with the Krax's body, he wanted it studied more. The cleaning crew had, despite what it looked like, managed to clean up most of the blood. However, there didn't seem to be much they could do about the stench. He watched as the next cleaning crew entered the room through the door, they had the hole in the wall sealed off until it could be repaired. They washed the room down with a high power chemical hose, then with a regular hose, repeating this several times. He could easily tell that some of the chemicals they were using were disinfectants, some of which being bleach and hydrogen peroxide. He didn't care too much about what they used, so long as they cleaned up the mess and disposed of all the evidence of what had happened.
As the cleaning crew finished up, he took another look around the room. It was almost spotless; he was truly surprised by how efficient the cleaning crews were. As he exited the chamber he asked someone about what happened to the Krax's body. Much to his liking, they had already sent it down to the labs for further testing; he then thanked the man and walked away. As he walked into his private quarters, he noticed something on his bed. As he got closer he noticed it was a holopod, with the word "URGENT!" flashing on the screen. As he unlocked it and opened up the file, a giant screen full of data appeared before him. He studied it thoroughly, it pleased him how much they had managed to learn about the Krax's biological structure in the time he was gone. The DNA of it was still slightly human, but somehow it had been deconstructed and reconstructed into something almost completely foreign. This puzzled him, and as he furrowed his brow he continued reading. There were substances in the creature that could not be identified, one of which was the yellow flesh that was on the creature's joints. They had also taken samples of the creature's vomit, which surprised him slightly.
There was, as he suspected, high acidic properties in it. But, again, there was no clear result as to what the substance was made out of. He sighed and shook his head, why was he expecting more results? This was a creature that had never been dealt with before; he would have to give it time. He continued reading, but not much of it had interested him after that. The file continued on about behavioral reports, nervous system reports, vocal reports, pain tolerance reports, and so on and so forth. One of the few things that had interested him was the report of the correlation between the creature, and the previous ones like it, and the Marker. They had made correlations between them and its signal, the runes, its structure, which was a double-helix formation much like that of DNA, and other things. They had come to the conclusion that the Marker transmits a signal, embedded with the DNA code of these creatures, which can turn dead organisms into the monsters they had fought off. After he finished reading, he got undressed and climbed into bed where he slowly drifted off to sleep.
A few days later, the cleaning was complete and the scientists had gotten as far as they could with the tests and reports. Markoff loaded all the data containing information about the creatures and the Marker onto several holopods and then began his final project. As everyone else in the facility went to sleep, Markoff began running carbon monoxide through the vents instead of oxygen. As he put his breathing mask on, he poured alcohol and gasoline around the inside of the facility. This was a very long and tedious process, which lasted almost two hours. After he was finished he jammed all the doors in the facility shut, only leaving one door open which he would use for his escape. After entering the lab and taking a sample of the Krax with him in a vile, and taking a spare just in case, he rigged the place with remote detonating explosives. This cost him another three hours, he only had thirty minutes to finish his job before people started waking up. The carbon monoxide levels weren't enough to kill them; he couldn't risk it being detected. Instead, he put in just enough to keep them asleep a little longer and hinder their movements.
He smiled to himself as he lit some of the alcohol and gasoline on fire, watching the fire spread rapidly. He turned off the carbon monoxide and turned the oxygen on full so the fire would travel as quickly as possible. Within minutes the place was on fire, and screams could be heard from the inside. As people struggled to find a way out, Markoff jammed the final door shut. Now he would be the only survivor of those who had encountered the Marker, except for those that lived by the Chixculub crater, but he couldn't kill them, that would be too suspicious. Twenty minutes after starting the fire, Markoff was already hundreds of feet from the facility. As he pressed the detonator for the explosives, he watched as a mushroom cloud explosion appeared in the distance, followed by a sonic boom. He got in his private jet and flew away, all the way to the Americas.
Months after arriving and becoming settled, he went off in search of an elite team of scientists. After another month of wait he had gathered the perfect team. After making them all sign a contract of silence, he showed them all the information he had. Although it took them a couple weeks to fully analyze the Krax again and make sense of the data, he knew it would only be a matter of time before he had built another Marker. In fact, he already had another team set up for the retrieval of the Black Marker. He was going to be a very rich and powerful man when this was all over. After retrieving the Marker again and doing many more tests on it, they had begun to build another one. Unitology was spreading quickly, and with the Marker now open to them, they began worshipping it. EarthGov did not like this however and tried to shut them down. This started a war between Unitologists and EarthGov, one that didn't seem to end. Markoff smiled to himself for a job well done, he had completed his life goal. He was one of the richest and most powerful men on or off Earth, and was going to be even more powerful when the second Marker was complete.
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