Urmus, The Fallen & Risen Again.

"Have you ever tasted...a tangerine?" He stood with the stars falling at his back, and the illuminating blue eye from his helmet scanned the vicinity with an infuriated glare. The once rare fruit, gone. The once before lushness of the planet, gone.

Yet despite the boiling fury that coursed through his veins, he spoke softly. His tone was like a ballista arrow through a case of feathers. The corners of his lips twitched until there was a smile, and he rose his hand to the blackened sky.

Within his palm, neutrons fizzled. Gasses and elements combined impossibly fast, as if it were a simple child's trick.

The heat of a star grew within his grasp until it was far overhead, with wisps of a terribly hot orange that curled from its surface. It grew, and grew, but he permitted the heat from going no further than his fingers. But by the time its size reached that of a Jupiter classed planet, it didn't matter.

And he whispered with the fury of a thousand gods, "Here...have a taste!"