Far far away, at the very outskirts of the universe, in the center of the greatest desert of the Eltekeron world, among the vast stellar systems with a very low Intellectum indicator, an incredible event occurred.
It was an ordinary yellow dwarf space system. There, the transponder of the Desperate sect perfectly imitated the pulsar B600816+L5, otherwise known as the Guardians’ Star. The call signal worked for only seven seconds, but it was enough. Those who had been hopefully waiting for it for centuries managed to pinpoint the necessary coordinates and send their representatives there.
Nine years and twenty-seven days later, the space in this chosen system twitched, set in motion, and seemed to be pierced from the back by an invisible awl. This was repeated several times.
Four small but powerful starships flew, one after another, from the narrow punctures of space at an incredible speed. These were small spaceships of extra-long intelligence, as indicated by their armor, weapons, and speed. Nevertheless, all these high-speed spaceships were noticeably different from each other and even belonged to different civilizations. They had only one thing in common – the mark of the Guardians’ Union on the hull — sixty-three stars in a red circle.
Out of hyperspace, without slowing down, the spaceships swiftly rushed towards each other, as if committing a suicidal ram.
Their docking was a superb and exciting sight. From the side, it seemed the spaceships crashed into each other at high speed, and a massive conflagration would ensue. In fact, special docking compensators had functioned correctly, and each of the high-speed ships received additional energy in their main power circuit.
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A small gateway room connecting all the four high-speed spacecraft
Each of the incoming aliens was severe and laconic. They knew their goal, mission, fate, and time pressure. Therefore, the foreign fanatics didn’t waste time with unnecessary chitchat and called only their race.
“Annay-6. Our gift is fifteen milligrams of Intellectum,” an anthropomorphic creature, looking like a hybrid of a lion and a man, growled. He laid a small, precious container on a levitating tray.
“Etor-4,” the robot loudly reported, “Our gift is Two Pins Communicator +.” He laid out two linked narrow three-inch cylinders with the help of manipulators on another tray.
“Gno-2. My clan bestows the chosen one ‘The Blacksmith Mage’s Token, Weaponsmith specialization.” The winged lizard presented a thick token painted with magic runes.
“Homo-9,” a tall man in a light spacesuit said. “Our gift is the Mentor of the Way.” Under the watchful eyes of those present, the man laid out a brightly glowing small ampoule on the tray. “I activate the Mentor of the Way! Code — Tanat 028AB Jokeiro.”
At these words, the ampoule cracked, and a plasma-like symbiosis of the caterpillar and sundew flowed onto the tray.
The voice rumbled throughout the room. “Mentor Tanat Jokeiro activated and ready for the mission. I await your instructions.”
The man took a deep breath. “Mentor Tanat Jokeiro, you need to find a planet with the highest degree of resistance on the path of Admins’ expansion. Choose the best person and give him our gifts,” he croaked, having received an alarm from his onboard artificial intelligence that time was running out.
“Got it,” the Mentor responded and disappeared, taking the gifts.
Loud glee rang out. The man raised his hand, and everyone fell silent, “Goodbye brothers! We finally did it...” He held out his hand. A paw, a wing, and a manipulator lay on his upturned palm.
“Annihilation,” he ordered calmly.
A blast comparable to a supernova ensued. The powerful Admin battle fleet appeared but moments later.