Year 30000.
Jupiter roared.
A triple tornado spun across the sky, its core pulsing with digital energy. The Tornado Collector, a massive orbital device, harvested fragments of quantum debris and encrypted relics from the storm's heart. Beneath the chaos, nestled in the V1 Base of ancient Indian civilization, the Kannada Colony thrived—its roots cultural, its skyline futuristic.
At the edge of the colony stood the Galactic Police Quarters, a sleek, digitized structure of three glowing floors. On the topmost level, in a royal-grade smartbed, lay Simha Ashwatha Bhargava, age 32. His purple hair shimmered faintly in the ambient light, a symbol of his Chrono rank.
From the doorway, his mother Asha Bhargava called out in Kannada:
"Yedellu magane! Baelagayitu! 3 gantayitu! Ninge gothu Jupiter alli 1 dina 9 gantayanta!"
(Wake up, son! It's morning! It's been 3 hours! You know Jupiter's day is only 9 hours!)
Simha stirred, stretched, and rose. After a quick sonic shower, he stepped into the dining hall. The aroma of roasted Alfredo pasta filled the air. He ate in silence, then stood and said:
"Amma, nanu horaduve dutyge. Andromeda Galaxy head quarters ge hogbeku."
(Mom, I'm heading out. I have to report to the Andromeda Galaxy HQ.)
Outside, a crowd had gathered.
"Simha! Simha! Simha!" they chanted.
He stepped out, puzzled.
"Yenu agide? Yake kogu?"
(What happened? Why the noise?)
A junior officer rushed forward.
"Sir! Saturn nalli ondu problem bandide! Mooru thief gang attack madide!"
(Sir! There's a problem in Saturn! A gang of three thieves has attacked!)
Simha nodded.
"Chrono Galactic Station in Neptune ge banni. Wait 3 hours. I'll come after HQ."
He entered his light-speed cruiser. With a flash of blue plasma and a ripple in spacetime, Simha vanished—his ship tearing through the cosmos like a comet.
Simha's Star Cruiser tore through the void, encased in a shimmering electromagnetic bubble—a shell stronger than light itself. Outside, the bubble pulsed with blue arcs and golden plasma, while inside, the cruiser rotated gently like a miniature planet, stabilizing its quantum core.
In just 1.5 hours, the cruiser pierced the edge of the Andromeda Galaxy, descending toward Planet Zobies—a lush extraterra world discovered in the year 20000, during the early solar system expansion. Its terrain was rich with emerald grasslands and glowing mineral veins, a peaceful cradle for the Intergalactic Chrono Headquarters.
Time: 26:90 Galactic Standard
Assembly Year: 10001
Inside the grand dome of the Chrono Assembly Hall, thousands of officers from across galaxies stood in formation. The air buzzed with anticipation. As Simha entered, the crowd erupted:
"Simhaswapna! Simhaswapna!"
He was more than a name—he was a legend. The Mythical Tier SACp, the lion of time, the hunter of chrono shadows.
Simha stepped onto the central podium, took the mic, and addressed the assembly:
"Today marks 10,000 years of our Galactic Assembly. We are the shield between order and chaos. Our mission is clear: track galactic invaders, chrono thieves, and time criminals who threaten the fabric of reality.
Look around you. We are not just officers—we are guardians of planetary secularism, defenders of peace across timelines.
Today is 12-12-30000, Earth Standard. Let us honor this day by praying the anthems of every allied nation—one by one. Let unity echo across the stars."
The hall fell into reverent silence as holographic flags shimmered above, and voices rose in harmony.
Suddenly, Simha turned to the Commissioner.
"Sir, I have urgent duty. Saturn incident—three thieves. I'm heading to Neptune."
Without waiting, Simha flicked his wrist. His cruiser responded instantly, materializing beside him in a burst of light. He stepped in, and with a flash—
He was gone.
"Neptune Descent – The Diamond Depths"
1.5 hours after departure, Simha's cruiser pierced the shimmering blue veil of Neptune, the ancient water planet. Beneath its swirling storms and sapphire oceans lay the Chrono Galactic Branch Neptune—a hidden underwater citadel carved from diamond, etched with dragon emblems that pulsed with chrono energy.
🚀 Inside the cruiser, Simha opened the Chrono Box, retrieved a glowing tablet, and swallowed it. The pill activated his aqua-adaptive physiology, allowing him to survive the crushing depths.
He exited the cruiser and dove into the abyss.
🌊 Depth: 3000 km below Neptune's surface
The water grew darker, colder, heavier—until a radiant glow emerged. A diamond-forged station, shaped like a lotus, hovered in the depths. Its walls shimmered with time runes and dragon sigils.
Simha entered the station. Waiting inside was Surya, a senior chrono officer.
Simha: "Surya, Saturn case registered?"
Surya: "Sir… Adu maretu hode." (I forgot.)
Simha: "Ok ba olage." (Alright, come inside.)
Simha (to Murty): "Murty anna, banni olage. Complete kodoke." (Murty brother, come in. Let's complete the report.)
Murty, a sharp-eyed field agent, stepped forward.
Murty: "Sir, hedarki Simha sir. Avaru thief—all daku magral—Mars alli avara hideout. Avre attack madidu Saturninge."
(Sir, respectfully—those thieves, the daku magral gang, attacked Saturn. Their hideout is on Mars.)
Simha's eyes narrowed.
"Murty, don't worry. Write the full report.
Avaru Saturn tantege bandidare—adrinda Shani God bidtana anko.
(They came to Saturn's doorstep—Shani himself might abandon them.)
Pray madu. In 1 hour, avru jail alli irtare. Ok na?"
(Pray. In one hour, they'll be in jail. Got it?)"
Murty and Surya nodded. The station's chrono lights pulsed brighter, syncing with Simha's resolve.
"Mars Raid – The Red Desert Hunt"
Simha stood tall in the Neptune diamond station, the chrono runes glowing around him.
Simha: "Surya, send me to Saturn Shani Temple. I'll handle the case personally."
Surya saluted. The chrono portal shimmered, but Simha chose speed over ceremony.
He boarded his Star Cruiser, and in 5 minutes, tore through the void—arriving at Mars Headquarters, the nerve center of intergalactic operations.
🏛️ Inside the Mars HQ, the air was tense. Officers scrambled across holo-screens. Simha entered, and all eyes turned.
Simha: "Mugher Ali, ye magral sala kaha hide kiya he?"
(Mugher Ali, where did that magral scoundrel hide?)
Mugher Ali, a seasoned Mars field chief, stepped forward, exhausted.
Mugher Ali: "Sir Simha… o sala tho desert may chupa hai. Ham thak gaye he uske case."
(Sir Simha… that scoundrel is hiding in the desert. We're tired of chasing him.)
Simha's eyes gleamed.
"Ok. Red Desert."
He summoned his Desert Bike—a plasma-fueled beast with chrono thrusters. In a flash, he sped across the Red Desert, the sands glowing crimson under twin moons.
Location: Under-Cave, Red Desert
Simha halted. His chrono visor scanned the terrain.
There—beneath a jagged rock formation—an under-cave. Ten guards stood outside, unaware of the storm approaching.
Inside, the Magral Gang slept, their weapons scattered, their chrono disruptors dim.
Simha whispered:
"Sleeping in my desert? Bad idea."
He activated Thunder Mode, preparing for the takedown.
Thunder in the Sand Jungle – The Magral Clash"
Location: Under-Cave, Red Desert – Mars
Ten guards stood outside the cave, rifles slung, unaware of the storm approaching.
Simha emerged from the shadows.
In a flash—
Two guards—struck directly in the heart by Simha's chrono blades. They collapsed instantly, no time to scream.
Simha activated his Gauntlets of Thunder, switching to Electric Mode. Blue lightning surged across his arms.
Zzzrak!
He dashed forward—eight guards fell one by one, each hit square in the chest. Sparks flew. Bodies dropped.
The cave entrance echoed with silence.
Simha snapped his fingers.
From inside, voices called out:
"Kaun hai?" (Who is it?)
"Who are you?"
"Yaro neneu?" (Who are you?)
"Quien eres?"
"Nani?"
Simha stepped forward, his voice calm, mythic:
"Nanu Simha. Yaru marlina kadige bandironu.
I am Simha—the one who came to the sand jungle."
Suddenly—three sand jeeps roared in from the horizon. Each carried four armed men, wielding modern plasma rifles.
Simha didn't flinch.
In a flash, he hurled his Thunder Gauntlet at the first jeep—BOOM!
The vehicle exploded. All four inside fainted instantly.
He leapt—standing atop the second jeep mid-air. With a single strike, the four guards fell like dominoes.
Friction Flash!
He spun mid-jump, landing beside the third jeep. Before they could react—all four collapsed, stunned by his chrono aura.
Simha reached into his bag, pulled out land mines, and placed them in a perfect arc before the cave.
He turned to the shadows inside and roared:
"Come out, Mr. Magral. Your jeeps are over. Your jungle is mine."
"The Magral Showdown – Sand to Stars"
The desert winds stilled. The cave shadows shifted.
From the depths emerged Magral, leader of the daku gang—scarred, arrogant, wielding a flaming blade that hissed with plasma fire.
Magral: "Hey bacha… mere ko marte kya?"
(Hey kid… you think you can kill me?)
Simha stepped forward, eyes glowing with chrono fire.
Simha: "I'm not bacha. I'm Simhaswapna.
You've heard the name. Now feel the legend."
Magral lunged, blade slicing through the air. Simha parried—not with steel, but with pure energy, standing mid-air on the force of the clash.
He launched upward, spun, and descended—breaking Magral's sword with a single fist.
CRACK!
Magral staggered. Simha didn't wait.
He leapt again—airborne, spinning with precision, and delivered a chrono kick that sent Magral flying—
—straight into the arc of land mines.
BOOM!
But instead of exploding, the mines activated their mini-prison protocol—a shimmering cage of energy formed around Magral and his gang.
They were trapped. No escape. No mercy.
Simha dusted his gauntlets.
"Mera kaam hogaya."
(My job is done.)
He signaled the cruiser. The gang was loaded. Simha turned to Ali at Mars Station A.
"Ali sab, come to Neptune. Bring his case file.
Claim the bounty. Take half for yourself—tho tho tag gaya tha."
(You were exhausted chasing him. You deserve it.)
Ali nodded, eyes wide with respect.
Together, Simha, Ali, and the captured gang boarded the Star Cruiser.
BOOM!
The ship vanished into the stars—leaving behind only dust, silence, and the legend of the lion who walks through time.
The Shani Temple Heist – Saturn Protocol"
The cruiser sliced through Martian orbit, diving into the underwater vaults beneath Mars Station A. Simha dragged the captured daku gang through the pressure-sealed corridors.
Simha: "I'm heading to Saturn. Let's see what these waste dakus did.
Surya—lock them in high-density cells.
Ali—wait here. Don't move."
🌊 The vault sealed. Simha vanished in a sonic boom.
🪐 Arrival: Saturn – Shani Temple Protocol
Saturn loomed large—dome-shaped megacities orbiting the gas giant like ancient rings. Simha landed on the outer shell, activated his FDIFF tab, and a shimmering artificial atmosphere enveloped him.
He walked toward the Shani Temple, its obsidian spires glowing with cosmic energy.
Inside, Murthy, the temple's guardian, awaited.
Simha: "Murthy. Daku caught. Come."
Murthy's face was grim.
Murthy: "They looted the jewels of Shani Temple.
I tracked their trail to the Red Desert Cave. They buried the relics deep."
Simha's eyes narrowed. He turned to the Archaka, the high priest of Shani Devastana.
Archaka: "Simha avare barabeku.
This is the temple of Shani-ge (Saturn).
We must board the Cruiserge and retrieve the temple jewels.
Case close madbekalla.
Banni Neptune—Varuna-kke hogana."
(Let's go to Neptune—to Varuna.)
Simha nodded. The mission wasn't over.
"Chrono Judgment – The Court of Pluto"
Location: Neptune – Chrono Vaults
Simha returned to Neptune, flanked by Murthy and Archaka Nelvida Swamy of the Shani Temple. The relics shimmered in containment pods, recovered from the Red Desert.
Simha: "Surya, ready all relics. I brought them from Mars.
Protocol: FIR filed. Murthy—you're our living witness.
Let's go. Court of Pluto awaits."
Intergalactic Chrono Court – Pluto
The court stood vast and eternal—25 sky-pillars of ice, carved in diamond, glowing with digital runes. The air buzzed with cosmic law.
Case ID: 1122200
Charge: Saturn Daku Relic Theft
Judge: Simpho Justin Defending Lawyer: Gostey Carex Case Lawyer: Erwind Mac
Erwind stepped forward, voice firm:
"This case began on Mars, Earth Year 29945.
Magral's father, Bergal, stole 6789 relics from Mars and 890 from Jupiter.
He was killed by Chrono Police Davika Merci, then-commissioner of Jupiter.
Relics were never recovered."
He turned to the court:
"Now, Magral continued his father's crimes—stealing from Mars, Saturn, and even the sacred Shani Temple.
But thanks to Simhaswapna, all relics are recovered.
I invoke Section 10—lifelong prison. He killed civilians and evaded Mars Galactic Police."
Gostey stood, trying to defend:
"Your Honor, Magral may be guilty, but he only stole from Saturn.
He's unmarried, young. Let's invoke Galactic Section 70—25 years jail."
Erwind countered:
"Wrong, sir. He committed multiple murders, hid from law, and desecrated sacred sites.
We have video proof from Mars and Saturn.
I invoke Section 100 for killings and Section 10 for thievery."
Judge Simpho Justin nodded solemnly.
"Verdict:
Magral receives lifelong prison.
He must pay 15,000 Universal Bills, 3 Galactic Silvers.
Charges: Section 100 (Killings), Section 10 (Thievery), confirmed via Digital Video Zone."
He turned to Simha:
"Simhaswapna, for recovering all relics and capturing Magral—
You are awarded:
One Gold Medal
90,000 Universal Bills
Honor Rank Upgrade"
To Surya and Ali:
"You are awarded:
35,000 Universal Bills each
Progress Medals"
The court echoed with cosmic justice. The pillars pulsed. The relics were returned. The legend of Simhaswapna was sealed.