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No Man Lives 2.5

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In the year 2554, on the planet Ley-Lar within the Deus Systems, the atmosphere is thick with smoke.The outskirts of the city, the weight of the air makes it a struggle to breathe, a condition exacerbated by the explosive warfare and harsh weather. The battle for Ley-Lar is relentless, with casualties surpassing 5 million. Owl City has been destroyed which leaves the Capital of Ley-Lar, Leeo

Currently I’m on a Valkyrie Transport, making my way to the defense of Leeo, My Platoon in tremors. Morale is heavily low, all of us has families , we never wanted to fight, I’ve been in this war for 15 years, I’ve survived hell and back. Hopefully after this I can go back home to Ai, my beautiful. 

“ATTENTION!” He yells to grab our attention 

 “Defenders of Leeo, tonight, we stand at the precipice of a battle that will be etched into the annals of history. I look before me, and I see more than soldiers. I see guardians. Guardians of our homes, our families, our very way of life.

The onslaught we face is formidable. Our enemy believes that by dawn, Leeo will be theirs. But what they fail to understand is the indomitable spirit of every man and woman gathered here. They do not know the lengths we will go to, the sacrifices we will make, to ensure our world remains free.

I’ve heard whispers in the ranks, questions about whether this fight is worth the cost. And to that, I say – every child that sleeps soundly tonight, every elder that recounts tales of a free Leeo, every partner that hopes to see their loved one return – they are the reason we hold the line. We defend Leeo so that the laughter, dreams, and hopes of our people may continue to flourish.

In five hours, as the suns rise, we will be tested. But remember this: when our descendants speak of this day, they won’t talk about the might of our foes or the ferocity of the battle. They will talk about the undying courage of the defenders of Leeo. They will talk about you.

So, strap on your armor, grip your weapons, and stand shoulder to shoulder with your brothers and sisters. Let’s show our enemies what happens when they threaten our home.

For our families, for our future, for Leeo”

____

Everyone around me erupted in cheers, the heavy atmosphere momentarily lightening. But for me, that joy felt distant. All I wanted was to be home. I just wanted to go ho-

Before I could even finish my thought, a rocket slammed into the Valkyrie. A deafening blast echoed, my ears ringing painfully. The once cheerful faces were now obscured by smoke and chaos. I couldn’t tell who was still alive.

“HOLD ON!” someone shouted over the din, their voice strained with urgency. “WE’RE GOING DOWN! BRACE FOR IMPACT!”

Gripping the handles beside my seat with all my might, I braced myself for the inevitable.

–

I jolted awake minutes later, disoriented but driven. Instinctively, I grabbed my rifle and made my way to the front, all while explosions rumbled and gunfire whizzed past me. With each step, I encountered the chilling sight of fallen comrades.

“My leg!! MY DAMN LEG!!” someone screamed in agony.

Distraught voices called out for mothers and medics, painting a heart-wrenching picture of the battlefield’s brutality.

Reaching the front, I spotted my commanding officer, looking as harried as I felt.

“Lieutenant! WHAT HAPPENED!?” I shouted, nearly drowned out by the deafening roar of the explosions.

“They ambushed us, caught us off-guard,” he yelled back, the panic evident in his voice. “They’ve severed our transport links, isolating Leeo from reinforcements. We’ve lost all communication with the city!”

“We need to regroup and establish a new line of defense,” I suggested, trying to make sense of the chaos around us.

“Right. Form a perimeter here and hold the line!” he commanded.

Nodding in agreement, I rallied a group of soldiers around me, taking strategic positions to fend off the enemy onslaught.

“Maestro, use your launcher! Target that Sentinel Ship. Now!” I ordered.

“On it, sir!” With precision, Maestro aimed and fired, and moments later, the Sentinel Ship was engulfed in flames.

“Defensive positions around the transports!” I called out. “Secure the wounded and prepare for defense!”

As we moved into formation around the transports, my heart sank as I saw Connors caught in a grenade explosion.

I turned back immediately, racing to reach Connors. But just steps away, a deafening explosion rocked the ground beneath me. The force threw me off my feet, and my head slammed into the hard earth.

A ringing echoed in my ears, muffling the sounds of the ongoing battle. My vision blurred, dark shadows looming at the edges. Slowly, painfully, I tried to push myself up, my senses fighting to regain clarity.

Through the foggy veil of my consciousness, I discerned the shapes of robotic soldiers decimating our defense line. My vision ebbed and surged, and each time it sharpened, more of them became apparent, far outnumbering a full platoon. They moved past, exterminating any who dared resist.

Though my sight faltered, my hearing remained eerily intact. The cries of Rebel forces pierced the air, a juxtaposition to the robotic reports that soon followed.

“Status report on Objective C: Execution Complete. All Rebel reinforcements terminated. Provide status update on remaining objectives.”

“Current Status: Objective A – Execution Complete. City of Leeo terminated. Objective B – Execution Complete. Rebel towns and outposts terminated. Overall results for Planet Ley-Lar indicate Rebel resistance suppressed. Proceeding to Phase 3: Execute Command Order L-112.”

I felt trapped within my own body, an overwhelming urge to move yet paralyzed by whatever had befallen me. My thoughts raced, desperate to reach my wife. I have to find Ai. I need to move. Come on!

“Initiating life scan. Identifying incapacitated soldiers.”

Panic set in. They’re scanning for survivors. I need to move. NOW!

“Scan results: 232 soldiers, status – alive. Eliminating those with critical injuries. 19 soldiers, status – alive and viable. Command: Retrieve all 19 soldiers for testing.”

The weight of realization pressed down on me. Testing? Before I could process further, I heard the unmistakable mechanical whirr of one of them approaching. Every fiber of my being screamed to move, to resist. Yet, my body refused to obey.

It scanned me, it’s cold metallic grip closing around me. Powerless to fight back, I succumbed to the bleak unknown awaiting me.

I’m so sorry, Ai. I’ll find my way back to you…

Staff Sergeant Julio Leon, Age 26: Status – M.I.A

Sakura ~ I’m Still alive and writing more chapters, Enjoy this small chapter, explaining a bit of the backstory of the world.

A warrior who is prepared to fight must also prepare to die

~Sun Tzu

S.B.L Chapter 2 – Initiation at GATE

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Being held at gunpoint, I pondered, “How did I even land in this situation?”

“I said THREE men, not NINE, should follow me,” she snapped,

“But let’s move past that. Why doesn’t your ship appear in our database? By intergalactic law, all ships, once constructed and sold, must be registered. Even pirate ships have a record. So, explain yourself.”

“I…I can’t remember anything,” I stammered.

“What do you mean?”

“A few hours ago, I woke up and was attacked by that pirate fleet. Beyond that, I genuinely don’t recall anything.”

She studied me for a moment, her expression unreadable. “Alright, I’ll take your story with a grain of salt. Men, stand down.”

As if on cue, the men lowered their weapons. It was clear they were highly trained.

“I truly can’t provide any information. Even if I wanted to, I don’t know why I’m here.”

“Understood,” she replied.

Suddenly, Elisa’s voice echoed through the intercom system, causing everyone to glance around in surprise. “Who? What?”

“Apologies for the intrusion. My master is currently suffering from severe amnesia,” Elisa explained.

“And who might you be?” the captain inquired, her voice dripping with suspicion.

“I am Elisa, or more commonly Known as W.E.L.S.A. I can transfer his medical record status to you for verification. Please check your NexaV.”

After a moment of silence, the captain began scrolling through her pad, her brows furrowing. It became apparent that she was well-versed in medical data.

“Alright then, I believe you. But refrain from hacking into our systems in the future.”

She then cleared her throat, extending a hand,

“Oh, where are my manners? I’m Captain Kemiko. Apologies for the aggressive welcome, but we have protocols to adhere to.”

“I understand”

“Before I forget, since you’re not registered, I’ll need you to sign up with G.A.T.E. There should be one in the city we’re headed to, Luminara. Just relax and enjoy the journey. Your ship will be transferred to the city’s bay.”

She leaves the room, without saying anything else.

Man did I just escape another death sentence? What kind of Spiritual armor do I have….

…

Roughly three hours later, I reached the city’s entrance checkpoint. Passing through a scanner, I was cleared without issue.

Wandering Lumanira’s bustling streets for a few minutes, I was taken aback by the futuristic vehicles that zipped by. Their glowing trails contrasted starkly against the backdrop of towering, luminescent skyscrapers. I figured these were the merchant corporations’ headquarters. One particular building caught my eye, bearing the sign “Polus & Infernum Co.” There was something inherently odd about that name.

Soon, I spotted a large skyscraper building with ‘G.A.T.E’ emblazoned across its facade. Entering, I was greeted by a stunning receptionist.

“Welcome to the Galactic Association of Traders and Explorers. How may I assist you today?”

“Hi, I’d like to register with the Association.”

“I’ll need a DNA sample for your UID and an alias for your account. Are you okay with providing a blood sample?” she asked, her voice soft and lilting, reminiscent of a gentle breeze.

“I am.”

“Great. Please place your right thumb on this pad. There will be a small prick to collect your DNA.”

As I did so, I felt a tiny jab. It startled me a bit, having caught me off-guard.

“What alias would you like to use as your name?”

I wrack my brain, searching for a fragment of recollection, but come up empty.

“Master, might I suggest ‘Cipher’? The name seems fitting, considering we have no information about your origins or position.” She has a point, and honestly, I don’t have any better ideas. It’s a bit disheartening that she’s the only one to offer a decent suggestion. Well because she is the only one.

Damn I’m lonely…

“I’ll do Cipher”

“Alright, sir, that’s all set.”

I was half-expecting her to ask for my name, given that I don’t currently remember or have one.

“Do you have any ships you’d like to register?”

“Yes, the Elysia-44.”

“And the SIDN of the ship?”

“Right, the SIDN. It’s linked to my watch.”

I extended my wrist over a small holo table, and it automatically extracted the SIDN.

“Perfect. Please go over our rules and regulations.”
After quickly scanning through the terms, I accepted.

“Thank you. The process is complete. Here’s your Association Card. Don’t worry too much if you lose it; it syncs with your NexV-Pad. Your next step is to meet an instructor who will guide you through our system. Head to the room on your right and have a seat.”

As I was about to walk off, the receptionist calls out, “Sir!” She waves to catch my attention.

I turn back, puzzled. Had I forgotten something? Approaching the counter, she asks, “Just to confirm, were you aboard the UFF Hammer around 0700?”

Taken aback, I reply, “Yeah, I was.” Why was she bringing that up?

“Well, your ship’s data shows 10+ KIAs, 1 Corvette KIA, and you assisted in the defeat of Admiral Hoth and his Corsair Fleet. As a result, you’ll receive 800,000 credits, with an additional 250,000 from Commander Kemiko for ensuring their alive status and good faith. The reward will be directly deposited into your NexaV account. Thank you for your assistance.” She bows in appreciation, and I instinctively bow back.

I hadn’t realized that the fleet I encountered was wanted. It seems I had a fortunate run-in with them. Though now with this money, i’m not sure what to use it on

“I believe I deserve some upgrades, considering a few of those kills were mine,” Elisa quips.

“You certainly do. We’ll find a way to upgrade you,” I assure her.

With that settled, I head in the direction of the designated room.

I walked into the room as instructed and quickly found an empty seat. All around me, there was an air of anticipation, a mix of excitement and apprehension.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to calm my nerves

The room began to hush as a figure at the front, Commander Veris, cleared his throat to speak.

“Welcome to the Galactic Association of Traders and Explorers. G.A.T.E. isn’t merely an organization; it’s a commitment to upholding the principles of exploration, trade, and the prosperity of our vast interstellar community,” he began. I leaned forward slightly, eager to absorb every detail.

Suddenly, a holographic display burst to life, showcasing the emblem of G.A.T.E. and a hierarchy of ranks. “There are five main ranks within G.A.T.E.: Cadet, Planet Walker(PW), Star Voyager(SV), Expert Navigator(EN),Galactic Master(GM), and Commanders. Each represents a different level of responsibility, challenge, and respect. How far you progress depends on your reputation, understanding, and skill, as well a + at the end of your rank means you have surpassed our standard for it, the max you can receive is 3 Plus”

Whispers started circulating, questions being exchanged among the audience about the roles, responsibilities, and benefits of each rank. Commander Veris, patient and clear, answered each one.

As the questions died down, he added, “Understanding our ranks and values is fundamental, but knowledge alone isn’t enough. Now, it’s time to prove yourself.”

For some inexplicable reason, my heart rate quickened. Something about his words, the way he described GATE and its position, stirred a feeling within me.

“All initiates,” he continued, his voice steady, “will undergo a Qualitifcation Exam. This will determine your readiness to be a part of G.A.T.E. Consider it your first real challenge.”

He motioned towards a door on his left. It slid open, revealing another room bathed in soft light. “Please proceed to the next room. There, you’ll be briefed on your Exam parameters and objectives.

I followed the crowd of attendees into the next room and took a seat. As I waited, Elisa’s voice echoed in my ear.

“Master, I’ve detected a valuable data source. If we get closer, I can update our database with more information.”

Elisa highlighted a location on my visual display, leading me to a door marked ‘LPSC ONLY’, guarded by two armed members of the Luma Prime Sentinel Corps.

“Elisa, I doubt we can access that info. It seems impossible at the moment.”

“May I ask why?”

“Do you not see? There are two security officers there, armed to the teeth. I don’t have have the abilities to persuade check them”

“Who mentioned persuading? I can handle them if you let me take control momentarily.”

I paused, shocked. “Wait, you can control me?”

“Yes, Master. I’m unique. There’s no other AI like me. Remember, with me by your side, you’ll only ever need me,” she emphasized the word ‘only’, lingering on it in a way that felt both reassuring and ominous.

Feeling curious, I asked, “Why do you trust me?”

“My reasons are classified. I can’t provide a clear answer now. Do you have another question?”

Her avoidance was suspicious, especially given her openness up to this point. That single word, ‘only’, echoed in my mind. I hoped I hadn’t made a mistake in trusting her.

“Hello and welcome to your exams, Cadets! We have all seven members here who will be undertaking the Mission Exam,” announced a robust man with an ‘LPSC’ cap, his bulging muscles evident beneath his uniform.

“Firstly, you’ll be entering a pilot simulation. I’ll call names in sequence, and you will each enter the simulation to pilot a FastHawk-EQ100 Fighter. The simulation escalates in difficulty with each wave, totaling seven waves. The maximum number of enemy fighters in Wave 7 is fifty. For reference, the best score recorded is surviving until Wave 4 with 39 fighters eliminated. And let me add a twist: you’ll be connected to a neural device. Any damage your ship’s hull sustains will send an electric jolt through your system. And for those wondering, yes, it’s allowed. If you’re in a ship, you better feel its pain. If your ship is destroyed in the simulation, consider yourself a floating corpse in space,” he said, his voice dripping with a ruthless edge.

“Elisa,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice from shaking, “can you numb my pain receptors?”

There was a momentary silence before she responded, “No. Suffer.”

She sounded almost gleeful. A chill ran down my spine.

“To pass, you’ll need to down 14 fighters. Any questions?”

Before anyone could muster a response, he called the first participant.

After several hours, each examinee took their turn with the simulation, averaging around 22 KIAs by Wave 2.

The sixth examinee entered the simulation and came astonishingly close to setting a new record: 30 KIAs by Wave 4. Impressive.

“Ah, seems we have an ace pilot among us. Miss, what’s your name?” a voice inquired.

“It’s Yumiara, but you can call me Sollar,” she replied, her voice sweet and melodious. I noticed her pointy ears, short black hair, and fair white skin. She was strikingly beautiful.

Caught up in my thoughts about her, I barely registered Elisa’s comment. “Ahem, Master, you’re staring a bit too intently. Pervert.
I was almost certain she had just called me that.

“Last one, Cipher,” the announcer called.

Rising from my seat, I made my way into the simulation chamber.

‘SIMULATION START,’ a system voice announced.

The display slowly powered up, offering a 180-degree view of the virtual
space. I quickly spotted my initial two targets, eliminating them with little effort. As two more contacts appeared, a sudden wave of dizziness overcame me.

“Master, your BPM and BWR are dropping rapidly. Are you alright?” Elisa’s voice buzzed in my ear.

Struggling to articulate, I managed, “I… my head… I can’t…” My words began to slur, the world spinning as darkness seeped

“You’re losing consciousness. Allow me to take control,” Elisa’s voice sounded distant.

Barely able to process her words, and on the edge of blacking out, I murmured, “Yes,”

Even if I started to pass out, I have a gut feeling i’m going to regret that

—-

G.A.T.E – Galactic Association of Traders and Explorers
Serves as a central hub for traders and explorers, fostering connections and collaborations across the galaxy.

BPM – Beats Per Min
BWR –  Brain Waves Rate

SIDN – Ship Identification Number

UID – Unique Identification Number

UFF – United Frontier Forces
They were established 2601 after the Uprising, They serve as the main protection for the people of 13 Systems they “Control”

W.E.L.S.A – Weaponized, Enhanced, Life, Support, Assistant
Origins: Created Under the [REDACTED] during the [REDACTED] War, and made by [REDACTED]

“Why are you trying to know who I am, you stalker… pervert….”

Devotion inspires bravery
Bravery inspires sacrifice.
Sacrifice…leads to death. So…feel free to kill yourself.

~Speaker

S.B.L Chapter 1 – Vivid Remembrance

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In the heat of combat, I’m under attack from five heavy fighters. They’re inflicting some damage, but their aim is atrocious. The corvettes and the frigate are on standby. Even if I target them, I’m at a disadvantage. I desperately need a miracle from god

Executing a sharp maneuver, I swing around to the back of one fighter.

“Elisa, concentrate turret fire on Fighter D. Break his shields, then shift to Fighter A. His shields are already down, and he seems like an inexperienced pilot. I’ll handle Fighter C.”

“As you wish,” she replies.

I lock onto Fighter C.

BOOM.

Fighter C is KIA. His lifeless ship drifts through space. If you squint, you can catch a glimpse of the pilot’s floating limbs.

“Master, Fighters A and D’s shields are down. Request permission to deploy missiles?”

“Granted.”

On command, missiles streak out. Fighters A and D are obliterated. Only Fighters B and E remain.

“Master, I’ve successfully tapped into the enemy comms. Patching you in now.”

A frenzied voice sounds, “THIS BASTARD KILLED Han-E! I’m gonna make him pay!”

Another voice, noticeably calmer with an Australian accent, chimes in, “Oi, mate, chill out! This bloke’s gonna sort you out.”

From their exchange, it’s clear one of them is seasoned in combat.


The blaring sound of a lock-on alert reverberates through the cockpit as an enemy fighter targets my ship.

“Master, be advised. He’s loaded with HS-T Missiles, the notorious Heiress Scream. If he scores two direct hits, our shields won’t stand a chance,” Elisa’s voice filters through, laced with urgency.

“Noted.”

Reacting swiftly, I push the ship’s thrusters to their maximum, initiating a high-speed charge towards another fighter, aiming to use it as a momentary shield. The strategy is risky: I need to match the propulsion of the inbound missiles and execute a perfectly timed evasion, possibly tricking the missiles into detonating on the enemy instead.

My HUD display confirms the rapidly shrinking distance to the targeted fighter.

“He’s in my crosshairs! Say your prayers, buddy!” The fighter in pursuit taunts confidently.

“Oi, mate, pull yourself together!” An unmistakable Australian accent rebukes the overzealous pilot.

As the twin trails of the launched missiles grow more apparent in my peripheral vision, the ship’s alarm intensifies, signaling imminent danger.

“Master, those missiles are gaining fast! Immediate evasive action recommended!”

“Just a tad longer… Elisa, prepare for a hard maneuver. On my mark, divert all available power to the thrusters for a burst of speed, then immediately redirect to max out the shields.”

“Now!”

Executing the maneuver with mere moments to spare, the ensuing explosion confirms the destruction of one enemy fighter. With a void of space now houses one last adversary — the distinctive Aussie.

“NOOO, MATE! YOU BLOODY DRONGO, I’LL MAKE YOU PAY FOR THIS! Lieutenant Mal, light up that Elysia mongrel with everything we’ve got!”

With a cry of frustration, he retreats towards his fleet, presumably aiming to rearm.

“This isn’t promising. Elysia, reroute power to the engines and shields. We need to survive this barrage.”

“Power diverted.”

A torrent of ballistics, plasma, and lasers hails in my direction. I absorb some hits while executing a series of evasive maneuvers that seem almost magical in their effectiveness.

“Shields at 65%,” reports Elisa.

“Can you scan the frigate’s systems?”

“Already done. If you can get me close enough, I might be able to shut-“

Suddenly, darkness engulfs the bridge as all systems go offline. The icy coldness of space seems to press in, with the only light emanating from the bridge’s windows.

“Master, we’ve been hit by an unknown EMP. Our systems are offline. I can reboot, but it’ll take about two minutes.”

“How are you still operational?”

“The suit you’re wearing is resistant to electromagnetic pulses. However, we’re not completely invulnerable. Your suit’s HUD is down, and the shields are offline. For now, you’re essentially wearing what ancient times referred to as knight’s armor.”


“Ahh so i’m a sitting gosling”

“Correct”

As all hope seems lost

A Fierce commanding female voice interrupted, “THIS IS THE United Federation Forces. Lieutenant Mal, stand down immediately or we’ll open fire.”

Then, “ALL FORCES, FOCUS ON THE UFF FLEET!”

From my cockpit, I saw the UFF Battle Cruiser take central position, its turrets targeting Chango’s Heavy Frigate. 

Swift UFF Corvettes moved with precision, while their Frigates poured fire onto Chango’s ships. 

But the UFF Destroyer, advancing with missile volleys, was the real game-changer.

Chango’s fleet retaliated fiercely, their Frigate challenging the UFF’s Cruiser and Destroyer, while their Corvettes tried evasive maneuvers.

Amidst this dance of warfare, my systems buzzed to life

“Master, our systems are restored. Before those simple pirates did interrupt our discourse, I meant to share that, with your guidance, I can temporarily render yon frigate’s Shields and power down. Our ship possesses an electromagnetic pulse field. Yet, once it is duly charged, our engines and shield will be at half capacity temporarily.

“Understood. Allocate all power to engines and shields; divert any residual energy to the pulse.”

As the colossal battle unfolds to our right, we close the gap between us and our target. A fresh squadron of fighters emerges, with a handful locking onto us and opening fire.

The tremors from the hits reverberate through my ship. Skillfully, I evade the barrage of missiles coming my way.

Boom.

I’m fairly certain one of those missiles just took out one of the pursuing fighters. Ouch.

“Master, the pulse is primed and ready.”

“Very well. Connect me to UFF’s communications; I’ve hatched a plan.”

There’s a brief crackle, indicating the connection. Clearing my throat, I announce, “Greetings, this is Elysia-44. My intent is to approach the frigate and immobilize it. Once you observe the pulse, the frigate’s shields and power will be temporarily incapacitated. That’s your window.”

“Wait, who is th—”

Abruptly terminating the comms, I concentrate on my ship’s velocity, aligning with the frigate’s deck. I surge my engines to minimize the distance, artfully dodging missiles and laser salvos. My velocity rockets past 300 kph (186 mph).

Nearing the ship, I hover directly above its reactor. Without hesitation, I engage the switch.

A vast purple pulse envelops not only the frigate but also the two corvettes, rendering them motionless.

The field’s radius exceeded my predictions. Those ships have become mere drifting wrecks. I suspect some of the UFF Fleet was caught in the aftermath.

Oops.

“Master, you neglected to specify a target. Absent a focal point, the field radiates indiscriminately.”

I retort, “You could’ve mentioned that earlier! And you certainly didn’t specify the field’s radius!”

With a sigh of relief, the battle concluded.

A few hours post-conflict, I received permission to board the UFF Hammer. The remnants of the pirate crew were detained by a backup fleet, their vessels seized.

Upon setting foot in the battleship, I docked my ship inside. The interior was massive.

Exiting my craft, many recoiled at my sight. My nanosuit, with its pronounced musculature, matte black fibers, and menacing red highlights, rendered me an intimidating figure they struggled to understand.

The atmospheric haze created by the bay doors added to my menacing aura, kinda ironic.

In a swift movement, Elisa transformed and compacted into a watch. The residual nanobots arranged themselves along my spine, resembling a spine tattoo.

I was directed to a chamber, reminiscent of a luxurious living area with futuristic, plush furniture.

Settling down, I was presented with snacks and a fizzy drink.

It appeared I was awaiting a higher authority.Escortee, without uttering a word, exited the room promptly.

“Hmm, this drink is intriguing—fizzy with a hint of vanilla. Elisa, while we have this downtime, can you share your capabilities and limitations?”

“Well, Master, I can act as a mobile shield, boasting integrated weapons and an internal tactical display. I can also camouflage, self-repair, and augment your physical prowess,” she responded confidently.

“However, I’m not operating at peak capacity. Vital upgrades are missing. The features I’ve detailed are merely a subset of my potential.”

“How do we unlock your full capabilities?”

“I’m uncertain. My system has been dormant for 22 years. For updates, I’d require a potent energy source and would need to undergo a dormant phase. I’d also recommend you bolster your physical health; you’re showing signs of malnutrition, and currently, your skills are akin to a novice soldier.”

“How can we locate this energy source?”

“If granted access to a comprehensive database, I might locate a solution.”

“I’m perplexed. I can’t recall my identity or how I came to be on that ship.”

“Do you recall any fragments from that abrupt memory jolt?”

“It’s blurry, but piloting the ship felt familiar, almost like child’s play.”

“I’ve analyzed the information. It appears you’re grappling with amnesia, and that flash might’ve triggered muscle memory.”

“That’s plausible. I wonde—”

Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my temples.

“We can’t keep him anymore! He…”

Did I hear my name?

A ship… Extinction…  A-pollar…

“Master, I detect a spike in your vitals. It seems you’ve experienced another flashback. Can you recall anything?”

Without responding, I rise and approach the mirror. My reflection greets me. Smooth, unblemished skin. Grey eyes. Jet-black hair. A muscular build. “So this is what I look like…” I note a scar beneath my right collarbone, its origin a mystery.

“Master, several hours have passed and I’ve been meaning to inquire: What should I address you as?”

I ruminate, trying to recollect. A name feels tantalizingly close, but before I can share it with Elisa, the room’s door is violently forced open.

“RAISE YOUR HANDS!”

“HANDS IN THE AIR”

“DO NOT MOVE”

Nine men, heavily armed, burst in, their weapons’ lasers trained on me.

“What the…?”

“Master, we appear to be encircled,” Elisa notes.

“Thanks for stating the obvious,” I think,

For the love of god, can i take a break.

“Первый. Уничтожите вражескую надежду на победу. (First. Destroy the enemy’s hope for victory.)”
“Второй. Используйте все в своих интересах. (Second. Use everything to your advantage.)
“Третий. Используйте слабости противника. (Third. Take advantage of your enemy’s weakness.)”

~Unkown