Aight, Once upon a time, there was a young Hylotl who saw peace as being provided not through guns directly, but through everyone being given the same means to protect themselves, while he started with the stock hylotl ship on his quest to spread peace, he eventually came to construct his own using special mods, and resources obtained though his discovery of a ludicrous business, raiding guns from abandoned asteroid fields, each one chock full of abandoned laboratories, he kept the best for himself and sold the rest on his ship, until one day, while prospecting land for his place of business on planet, It all went so wrong.
A Vile Apex with terrible hacked technology began to wreak havoc on the entire star system, his hacking abilities allowed him to hack into people's teleportation systems, alter his name in coms, and produce near endless amounts of magma and explosives, he could teleport to anyone, anywhere, he impersonated us, tried to turn us against one another even as we tried to remove him, the President was forced to break out a special device known as the Banhammer, which sent Captain Cannabis' ship into deep space with no way to come back, but somehow, the weapon failed, he came back, again, and again, tormenting us all, forcing us to rebuild from the ruins he laid on the planet.
But then I rallied the planet, one night he came, while the President was asleep, and he would have destroyed us all oif it wasn't for my quick thinking, I realized. Music Crashes the Entire Server when it is played. "Everyone, play your instruments, when the server Crashes, Log back on and Crash it again, we have to keep him off the server until Kissbiter gets back, Please, we have to work together!" Psymund yelled over the public coms, with Cannabis openly mocking us. Our ploy worked, the president woke up, and began the cycle of banning him again. I realized he could not hack into peoples ships if their communications had colored names, he could not know the Color codes with his hacking, and by extension, could not even type in their names correctly to teleport to them, so We posted it constantly, how to change your names, how to recolor them, and lock him out of your ships. Next, the hard part, he knew where the capital was, and made constant terrorist attacks on the planet itself, and since everyone only had coordinates to, and even started out of traveling here on that planet, we though we were without hope, it isn't like we could move the planet right?
I suggested the asinine plan to the president, and he thought about it for a long time. I found out a day later what his counter proposal was. We could not move the planet, certainly, but oddly enough. the President could clone it, and Alter the Target coordinates for new pilgrims. He used Temporal technology to overwrite an unoccupied planet with our own, and ours was reset into a barren wasteland, with nobody to tell Captain Cannabis where the New Homeworld was, he was well and truly locked out, all he could do was Rant at us between bans about how easy it is, how he could find us, and ruin everything, how we would never escape him. But now the people had hope, We had the willpower to rebuild where we could, Psymund Got his Ultracorp building, and with the money he had obtained from his gun sales, he Constructed his work of love. "That Dirty Hooker Stole My Wallet" and with the President's Permission, innovated new modifications, water and magma spewers for trusted civilians who could pay the right price, guns for those who needed them, and Adventures with Seashot himself when he needed to make a new run for more guns.
Life was good, Psymund tips his hat and Adjusts his purple lantern on his back, turns on his air bubble, and makes another jump into his second home, out among the stars and asteroids, with good friend to come home to, on a good planet to call home. Cannabis never came back.
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