Bald Eagle
Planet Earth.
Lord Adril Mansion, Alaska.
Lord Adril listened intently as Nolan delivered the report. "Good news indeed. Please continue to monitor the situation closely and keep me updated on any developments," Lord Adril expressed his satisfaction with Colton's success. However, his attention quickly shifted to the pressing matters in the Perseus and Island clusters. "How is the situation in Perseus and Island clusters?" he inquired, indicating his concern for the ongoing circumstances in those regions.
"Right now, General Rick is preparing for a war in those two clusters," he began. "He is sending out civilians tomorrow at 11.30 pm. We have also dispatched Oliver as a backup for emergency retreats."
"Alright. Recall Colton and all high-ranking officers back to Earth. We will hold meetings in 7 days," Adril ordered.
Nolan then inquired about rewarding Colton for his victory.
"Give them a hero's welcome and generous contribution points," Lord Adril ordered.
"Yes, Lord!" Noland replied and proceeded to give his subordinates instructions accordingly.
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Z Solar System.
Thousands of Gigantic space ships could be seen floating in the Z Solar System.
Planet Zeoter, ZA1 Military Camp.
Many soldiers could be seen standing near a Mothership, a colossal vessel spanning 6.2 miles, specially designed for exploration. Essentially, it was a self-sustaining city in space. It was 11:25 PM, and everyone was aboard, ready to leave the planet.
"Air Chief Marshal William, we are set and ready to depart. Give us your command, Sir!" William reported.
"Air Chief Marshal William Barr. I hereby order you to return to Earth safely," Rick commanded William.
"Yes, SIR!" William saluted, and both of them shook hands.
"Godspeed," Rick said goodbye.
"Thank you, Sir!" William bid his farewell and entered the Mothership along with his subordinates.
"Zzvvvveeeeee... . ."
Light particles began to condense below the ship, emitting waves of heat into the ground. The Mothership slowly lifted off the ground, ascending into the sky until it vanished into the clouds.
"Ethan! Connect me with all of the Motherships within Perseus and Island Clusters," William ordered.
"Yes, Sir!" Ethan replied, instructing the technicians accordingly.
A large holographic screen emerged in the command center, displaying the faces of many individuals.
"Air Vice Marshal." Everyone greeted William with a salute.
"Captains! Most of the smaller ships cannot travel long-range wormholes. The distance between us and Earth is around 10,000 light-years. It is impossible for small space ships to travel as they don't have the required energy, and not to mention we will warp space twice. We will meet up and travel together. I'll send the rendezvous point to everyone where we will warp space and head off to Space Desert. Do any of you have questions?" William inquired.
"No! Marshal!" Everyone answered.
"Ethan! Send them the coordinates of Blue Star, near planet B13," ordered William.
"Yes, Air Chief Marshal," answered Ethan, and began issuing instructions to his subordinates.
Then, with a zap, they vanished into thin air and headed towards the Blue Star.
The soldiers left behind on the planet looked at the sky with twinkling eyes as the Mothership vanished into empty space.
"It's time to have fun. Everyone, prepare for war," Rick shouted. "Tomorrow, we will leave for the battlefield."
"Yes, SIR!" everyone shouted.
General Rick returned to the military base followed by his subordinates.
"Tell the cook to prepare a feast. We will all have a sumptuous meal before the battle," ordered Rick.
"Yes, Sir!" Everyone started preparing for the feast. The military camp became loud and noisy. Everything became lively again.
The night was crowded and filled with laughter. The soldiers enjoyed the meals and the drink, knowing this might be their last meal; some of them might die in tomorrow's battle.
They were content with this life. They had lived for more than 200-300 years, some even 500 years. Their lives were full of happiness. Lord Adril brought peace and prosperity to everyone.
Today was a great day for them. They were able to eat, drink, and laugh together with the great General, one of the famous Generals in history. He was the youngest and also the strongest General in history. Even though his rank was below Field Marshal Brayden or the other military leaders, he was in no way less than any of them in status and reputation.
"CHEERS... CHEERS... "
"General! I think you should take a rest." Li Wei said. He saw the General was a little tired.
Despite his weariness, Rick couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth seeing his comrades celebrate together. He knew tomorrow would bring challenges, but for now, they celebrated their camaraderie and the bonds forged in battle.
"Alright! Stay in touch with the Frontline. If there's any change in the situation, inform me immediately, and ensure the soldiers go to bed before 11:30 pm." Rick acknowledged the advice and retired to sleep after issuing his order. These past few months had been exhausting for him. He needed to ensure he was in optimal condition for tomorrow's battle.
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At 3:30 am, the loudspeakers blared to life, rousing everyone from their slumber. The soldiers groggily emerged from their dreams and quickly commenced their morning drills.
4:00 am.
Everyone stood in formations. In each base, consisting of 100 thousand soldiers, this synchronized drill was taking place. Some planets had already completed their exercises and were in the process of checking their weapons.
A gigantic 3D hologram of General Rick appeared simultaneously in all military bases across the planets.
"My fellow warriors," Rick began, "I have little to say and no intention of burdening you with a lengthy discourse. However, there's a point I must convey. Today, we shall teach the Entomons a lesson they'll carry throughout their lives. They perceive us as insignificant insects, treating us as mere sustenance. But today, we will demonstrate our true strength, proving that we are not their prey or playthings. We are humans, ruling over all. Now, let us march forth and eradicate these pests!" With a powerful roar, Rick concluded his speech.
"WARRR….."
"All of the soldiers shouted along with Rick.
"Now, onto your battleships. Let's meet on the Frontline. Everyone is dismissed." The gigantic hologram vanished.
The commanders became engrossed in issuing orders, while soldiers diligently prepared their Bio-suits. In an organized manner, they began to embark upon the Motherships and battleships, filling the vessels swiftly. Technicians, skilled in handling advanced weaponry such as Heavy Artilleries and Androids, were assigned to specialized compartments. The entire military operation functioned seamlessly, like a finely tuned machine. Soldiers, one batch after another, emerged from the military warehouses in their suits, their equipment meticulously prepared. Then, they ascended into the ships and soared into the cosmos.
This scene unfolded on all of the planets.
General Rick and the high-ranking officers entered the special warehouse and began donning their advanced bio-suits.
"Ava! Load 'The Achilles' onto the Mothership Centurion," Rick ordered. Centurion was his personal Mothership. He couldn't move around the Mothership with a 55-meter-tall suit.
"Yes, Rick!" Ava replied with a soft female voice. Ava was a personal Ai assistant of Rick.
Stepping up to the podium, he stood at its center. "Activate 'Bald Eagle,'" he bellowed. A viscous liquid emerged from the podium, gradually enveloping him. The substance then reshaped, forming wings and armor around Rick's body. Upon his command, the liquid transformed into a solid state. The material's atomic structure rearranged itself, becoming one of the super materials, 60 times stronger than carbyne. This extraordinary substance possessed self-healing capabilities, thanks to its embedded nanotechnology.
The suit featured two metallic wings, as thin as blades capable of cutting through a wide range of materials. These wings not only served for offense but also provided defensive advantages, making it a prime example of advanced battle suits. As one of the latest hybrid models, access to this suit was restricted to high-ranking officers and elite soldiers only. The suit's engine drew power from a combination of anti-matter and thermal energy, ensuring unmatched performance. Inside a compact chamber, it housed high-compressed cells that were capable of storing enormous amounts of energy, measured in Petawatts, further elevating the suit's impressive capabilities in both offense and defense.
Rick tightly clenched his fist, feeling a surge of power course through his suit. His physical body was already deemed the strongest in human history, a testament to the advancements made in the 26th century. In this era, individuals could manipulate their genetic code, eliminating all detrimental and weaker genes. They could also modify and augment their genetic structures, adopting traits similar to animals or insects. Remarkably, people could even transform their bone structure into steel and their muscle fibers into synthetic fibers. While these enhancements were costly, they were not unattainable for everyone seeking self-improvement.
The individuals who underwent enhancements were referred to as "Enhancers." They were often adventurous explorers, venturing to new and diverse planets. Their professions were both perilous and rewarding. Anyone with the financial means and necessary resources could choose to enhance themselves, or they could join the military to achieve such transformations. Enhancers were classified into two categories: those who improved themselves genetically and those who mechanized their bodies or replaced body parts.
Some individuals took their enhancements to an extreme, even transplanting their brains into powerful robots. While this unconventional physical modification offered advantages, it also presented drawbacks. They often lost natural instincts, muscle memories, proper body proportions, and a sense of their surroundings. Adapting to a new body required significant time and effort, potentially altering one's identity to a degree that made the process risky. Enhancing physically, therefore, came with both benefits and challenges.
As Rick adjusted his suit, his subordinates had already begun lining up outside, awaiting his presence. Each of them was clad in advanced 3rd and 4th generation bio-suits, ready for the impending battle.
Rick, adorned in his personalized bio-suit, made a grand entrance. The suit was a captivating golden color, highlighted by bold black lines that emphasized the definition of his muscles. His height increased significantly, now reaching 6 meters, which easily surpassed his fellow soldiers. His imposing stature radiated an intimidating aura. The soldiers, mesmerized by this extraordinary sight, couldn't help but think, "It looks so damn cool." Their admiration for Rick and his suit was palpable, as they shared this collective sentiment while their eyes remained locked on the remarkable display.
"Attention!" Rick's authoritative voice rang out, capturing everyone's undivided attention. "Please assemble on the Mothership. We are departing for the Island Clusters," he declared, pointing towards the colossal vessel.
In unison, the soldiers responded with a resounding, "Yes, SIR!" As they followed Rick's instructions, they began boarding the Mothership Centurion. Demonstrating a deliberate grace under pressure, Rick moved with ease, setting an example for his subordinates to follow.
The Mothership, with its massive structure, began its ascent. Gradually, it lifted off the ground, accompanied by a fleet of other ships. Together, they disappeared into the ethereal expanse of the clouds, marking the beginning of their journey towards the Island Clusters.
"Everyone! We're about to enter the wormhole. Brace yourselves!" Rick's voice reverberated through the ship. The countdown commenced.
"5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 0."
At the final count, the Centurion surged with dense repulsive energy, tearing apart space and opening a wormhole. In synchronized motion, all the ships warped into the void, disappearing and leaving only the eerie darkness in their wake.