Donovan was surprised by few occurrences anymore. True, he had not expected to see the collectors, but was pleased none the less. The insectile creatures provided something new to fight, and made such a delightful crunching noise when he punched them. He fully expected that there were things out there that could surprise him; a Krogan Geishas and ballerinas, an Asari that killed people by melding with them, Turian anarchists, heck, a sane Salarian would probably do it. He'd yet to meet one of the reptilian scientists who COULDN'T turn a toaster into a weapon of mass destruction in under ten minutes using only the contents of his sock drawer. Admittedly his sock drawer did contain socks made of brass and vitrol, but that was beside the point. What startled him today was a singular event that he had not experienced since the thrum of the Emerald Sun had taken root in his soul. He barreled into the hull of the Collector vessel, brass-armored form screaming through the vacuum at nearly a third the speed of light, fists raised in a triumphant hammer-blow that would sunder the chitinous hunks of rock like so much gossamer dew....<br/><br/>And he bounced off.  !dizzy<br/><br/>Donovan floated listlessly for a moment, staring dumbly at the hulking expanse that now loomed over him. Where he had struck, there was no mark, no dent, only a slight misting that almost seemed to be a wailing, ethereal face. The distortion faded quickly, leaving an unbroken expanse where there should only have been a gapping hole. In fact, the hull seemed to be hardening it's girth, TAUNTING him.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">UNACCEPTABLE.</span></span>!angry<br/><br/>Again defying gravity and all it stood for, Donovan stood on thin nothing. His knuckles cracked, his neck rolled, and he coiled to spring. It was only as he entered the first twitching progressions of his Raging Behemoth Charge that he noticed the glow.<br/><br/>o_O<br/><br/>One blazing point of light burnt in the venerable 'eye' -although to Donovan's mind the view down the barrel of the cylindrical ship took a much more phallic caste- of the Collector vessel. A single pinprick of radiance that was growing in power. As his mind raced through his options, he realized just how stupid it had been to charge the ship head-on. There was probably a reason he had met no resistance barreling over like an errant meteorite.<br/><br/>He realized just how disdainful the Collector collective was of him, and just how precise their aim could be if they were going to spend that much firepower to eliminate 'Lil Old Him.<br/><br/>Donovan hung in the void, his ferocious charge lying discarded as he floated, marveling as a beam powerful enough to take out the best Alliance vessels in one shot bore down on him.<br/><br/>Energy washed over him, flooding him, filling him. It invaded every fiber of his being and every atomic quark.<br/><br/>Pure, unadulterated, destructive energy. The wrath of a thousand Sols.<br/><br/>It was glorious.  !drunk<br/><br/>(Emoticon Abuse!)