Arthur stood near one of the observation ports of the battleship, his gaze fixed on the endless void of space streaking past. The faint glow of hyperspace energy cast soft reflections on the polished metal interior, illuminating the tension etched on the faces of those around him. ECHOs were preparing for the mission, their movements fluid and purposeful, a stark contrast to the raw anticipation hanging in the air.
After the mission briefing, Arthur, his team, and the other ECHOs had boarded the Vanguard, an epsilon-class battleship bristling with state-of-the-art weaponry and defenses. The ship’s sheer size was staggering, with multiple decks dedicated to personnel, armory, and research labs, all designed to support extended campaigns far from the heart of UFE territory.
Their destination was in the Hirkann star system in a planet designated as PX-173 at the very edge of the galaxy, a strategic stronghold in humanity’s ongoing conflict with the Chimerians. It wasn’t just the planet’s natural resources that made it vital; traces of ancient ruins, possibly remnants of a higher civilization, had been detected by long-range scans. Securing the site before the Chimerians could exploit it was paramount.
The ship shuddered slightly as it exited warp drive, the abrupt deceleration jarring the senses. Arthur instinctively steadied himself, his eyes narrowing as the viewport revealed their destination.
The planet loomed large, a massive sphere of muted brown and red hues with streaks of white cloud cover. Its surface was rugged and unforgiving, vast stretches of barren rock and jagged mountains interspersed with sparse patches of vegetation.
The star system had five planets orbiting the bright yellow star, each distinct in size and composition. The third planet, their target, stood out not just because of its proximity but also its potential. Despite its harsh environment, it was capable of supporting life.
The ship’s AI provided regular updates on their descent, detailing atmospheric conditions and troop deployments below. The planet’s orbit was a battlefield in itself, with human and Chimerian fleets locked in a delicate balance of skirmishes and tactical maneuvers.
As the Vanguard descended, Arthur’s focus shifted to the tactical map displayed on his wrist-mounted holo-interface. The two main camps were marked clearly: one controlled by humanity, the other by the Chimerians.
The human base, nestled within a rocky valley, was fortified with layers of defenses, automated turrets, energy shields, and hidden artillery. The Chimerian camp, by contrast, was a sprawling structure carved into the side of a mountain, its alien architecture sleek and imposing.
Arthur’s mind wandered as he studied the layout. With humanity’s technological edge and the advantage of defending their home ground, it would have been relatively simple to eliminate the Chimerian forces outright from their galaxy. However, he understood the reasoning behind the high command’s cautious approach.
The Chimerians were still a largely unknown quantity, their technology and capabilities shrouded in mystery. The top brass wants to learn all about the Chimerian's capabilities before wiping them out of their galaxy as it would be necessary to gather vital intelligence before a full scale war.
As the battleship entered the planet’s atmosphere, Arthur turned away from the viewport and walked toward the dropship hangar, his thoughts briefly drifting to the ruins they were tasked with securing. The ruins of ancient civilization and their secrets had garnered the interest of the top brass, so it was necessary to secure the ruins before the Chimerians.
‘Status’ As he approached the shuttle to reach the human camp, Arthur glanced at his status screen. The interface materialized in front of him, lines of data scrolling rapidly.
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[STATUS]
Name: Arthur Sully
Designation: ECHO
Age: 27
Height: 6'3"
Strength: 21786.5 Tons
Speed: 457.2 m/s
Durability: 127693.7 MegaPascal
[ABILITIES]
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[Reactive Evolution] [Superior Regeneration] [Toxin Immunity] [Gene Lock] [Technopathy (Lv3)]
[Energy Absorption (Lv2)]: Currently able to passively absorb ambient dark energy. And consciously absorb electric and heat energy with greater capacity to hold said energy.
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Arthur noted his improvements with a sense of satisfaction. His recent training in the gravity chamber had pushed his physical limits to new heights, and the refinement of his energy absorption ability opened doors to new possibilities, though he had yet to fully harness it.
He closed the display and stepped into the shuttle. Around him, his team was already preparing for the deployment, their faces set in expressions of grim determination. As the ship’s engines roared to life, Arthur settled into his seat, his gaze fixed ahead.
…
Far from the resource planet where the ECHOs were en route, In the dimly lit command chamber of the Chimerian warship Zevarak, Commander Vorsk loomed over a holographic display.
The air was thick with a tension that seemed to ripple from the hulking figure of the commander himself. His piercing eyes glowed faintly as he stared at the holographic display before him, showing grainy surveillance footage of Arthur’s last known battlefield actions. A single soldier knelt before him, their sharp exoskeletal armor catching the dim light.
The soldier’s voice was steady but carried an undercurrent of urgency. “Sire, our spies have confirmed that the human ECHO units are mobilizing for a mission to the third planet in the Hirkann system designated PX-173 by their kind. Among them is the one known as Arthur, the one who thwarted your plans.”
At the mention of Arthur, Vorsk’s expression darkened, his segmented jaw tightening as his clawed hand clenched into a fist. “Arthur...” he hissed, the name laced with venom. The memory of his plan foiled by Arthur burned in his mind, a stain on his otherwise unblemished record. His honor had been stripped away, leaving only the bitter taste of humiliation.
“What are the details of their mission?” Vorsk demanded, his voice low and menacing.
The soldier did not hesitate. “The humans aim to secure the ruins and resources on PX-173. Our scouts report that their forces will land near their current encampment and begin operations to expand their territory and fortify their positions. The high command has tasked Commander Zolar with leading our defense and counter-offensive efforts on the planet.”
Vorsk’s gaze narrowed, his iridescent yellow eyes glinting with malice. “Zolar...” he muttered, pacing in a circle around the kneeling soldier. The sharp, metallic talons of his boots clicked ominously against the floor.
The soldier remained silent, allowing Vorsk to stew in his thoughts. Finally, Vorsk stopped and turned his attention back to the soldier. “You are dismissed. Leave.”
The soldier rose and saluted, crossing their arms over their chest in the traditional Chimerian manner. “As you command, Sire.” With that, they turned and exited the chamber, leaving Vorsk alone with his thoughts.
For a long moment, silence reigned, broken only by the faint hum of the ship’s systems. Vorsk approached the holographic display, bringing up a map of PX-173. His claws tapped rhythmically against the console as he studied the human encampment, the ruins, and the Chimerian stronghold.
“I will reclaim my honor... and his life,” he muttered, his voice a low growl. He straightened and activated the communication panel. Within moments, the hologram of Commander Zolar materialized before him. Zolar, a hulking Chimerian with broad shoulders and a deep voice.
“Commander Vorsk,” Zolar said in a bit of a mocking voice. “To what do I owe the honor?” By now Vorsk’s failure has spread across their circle and is known to everybody.
“I have heard of the upcoming mission on PX-173,” Vorsk began, his tone deceptively calm not showing his irritation at Zolar’s mocking tone. “And I intend to join it personally.”
Zolar’s eyes twitched in surprise. “Join the mission? Commander Vorsk, we have the situation under control. The humans may have their ECHO units, but we have fortified our position. Reinforcements would only slow the operation.”
Vorsk’s claws dug into the console as he leaned forward, his yellow eyes piercing through Zolar’s holographic form. “This is not about reinforcing your operation, Zolar. This is about vengeance. Among the humans is one who has disgraced me. I seek only to settle a personal debt. The mission’s success is yours to claim; I will not interfere with your objectives. All I ask is that you allow me to deal with him myself.”
Zolar hesitated, his expression a mix of caution and calculating. After a moment of thinking about the benefit of another commander joining the mission, he nodded. “Very well, Commander. I will make the necessary arrangements for your arrival. But I must insist, do not allow this personal vendetta to interfere with the greater mission.”
“You will have your victory, Zolar,” Vorsk said coldly. “That is all that matters to the high command, is it not?”
Zolar’s hologram flickered as he saluted. “I will await your arrival. May the stars guide you, Commander.”
With that, the communication ended, leaving Vorsk alone once more. A predatory smile spread across his face, his jagged teeth glinting in the low light. He turned and strode toward the hangar bay.
As he entered the bay, the crew scrambled to prepare to depart towards their destination. Vorsk watched impassively as the pilots worked, his mind already envisioning the confrontation that awaited him on PX-173.
“Arthur,” he muttered, stepping onto the ramp of his ship. “You will regret the day you crossed me. Your death will not only restore my honor but serve as a message to all who dare defy the Chimerian empire.”
With a low hum, the ship’s engines roared to life. Vorsk took his seat in the command chair. As the vessel went into hyperdrive, Vorsk’s eyes glinted with anticipation.
The hunt had begun.
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