"Hostile forces are too nurous! They've broken through our defensive line! By the stars, what are these things? They're not…" The signal faltered and was replaced by a cacophony of white noise.
When it continued once more, the feed was in disarray. It was filled with screams and the sounds of combat. The admiral had reappeared, this ti with blood on his face and sparks flying behind him. "Do not send reinforcents! I repeat, do NOT—"
The dark screen announced the end of the transmission with startling suddenness.
Pax sat back in his chair, his face unreadable as the hologram dissolved. His tentacles twitched faintly, betraying his growing irritation.
"Well," he said after a mont, his tone deceptively calm, "it seems this is no ordinary rebellion."
"My lord… What should we do?" the servant asked hesitantly.
Pax exhaled deeply, the iridescent smoke from his cigar-like object swirling around his head.
"Contact High Command. Request imdiate intelligence on the status of the Hanarix sector. And send word to the nearest remaining fleets; I want this situation contained imdiately. If reinforcents are needed, pull them from other sectors."
The servant bowed deeply. "At once, my lord."
As the servant scurried out of the room, Pax leaned back in his chair, his glowing eyes narrowing as he gazed out the window at the paradise world's serene landscape.
"Whatever this is," he murmured to himself, "I'll make sure it doesn't disrupt my schedule." His tentacles twitched as a dark grin spread across his face.
Several months had passed since the infamous Battle of Nakor, where humanity had achieved the unthinkable, the conquest of facilities owned by Nexum Dynamics, one of the galaxy's most powerful gacorporations.
The news spread like wildfire across the planet and beyond, leaving the nearby sectors stunned.
Since no one could believe it.
The human race, those fragile creatures that no one had even considered valuable enough to purchase as slaves for labor, had now seized a piece of the galaxy's most powerful economic empire.
For centuries, humans had been regarded as the weakest of the slave races. Too physically frail to mine the harsh asteroid fields, too biologically fragile for front-line war service. The only purpose they had served was as entertainnt for the depraved or as disposable test subjects for dical experints.
But now, the sa "weak" humans had defeated a military force owned by Nexum Dynamics, a feat no one had expected, let alone believed possible.
For so, this was a cause for awe. Whispers spread across the sectors about the human's newfound strength and cunning. Rumors flew that they had developed so kind of miracle technology or that they had allied with forces even the gacorporations feared.
For others, however, it was seen as foolishness. History has proven ti and ti again that taking a gacorporation's facility was the easy part. The hard part was keeping it.
Retaliation from a gacorp was always swift and brutal, delivered with overwhelming force. Those who defied them often vanished without a trace, their nas erased from history, their stories forgotten.
But months passed.
And the facilities remained under human control.
In one of the converted administrative buildings, now headquarters for the human forces, Saintess Lilla sat quietly in her chambers. The room was modestly decorated, reflecting her calm and serene personality. Morning light stread through the windows, illuminating the soft white of her robes.
A light knock on the door broke the silence.
"Enter," Lilla said with her voice as calm and inviting as always.
One of her newly appointed maids stepped inside, bowing deeply before walking toward Lilla. In her hands, she carried a small, white robotic bird. Its sleek design glead faintly.
"Saintess," the maid began, her tone formal and reverent. "We have received a cryptic ssage from the underworld city." She held the bird forward carefully, offering it to Lilla.
Lilla tilted her head slightly. "A ssage from the city?" She took the bird delicately into her hands, its smooth tallic surface cool against her fingers. The bird chirped softly before scanning Lilla's face. A faint blue light swept across her features, and after a mont, the bird's beak clicked open.
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