Chapter 1: Kyrerians end
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Chapter 1: Kyrerians end
In the depths of the Erebus Abyss, a maelstrom of light erupted as Celestari and Kyrerian fleets clashed. Ships disintegrated in blinding flashes, their fragments glowing like embers as they drifted into the void. Laser blasts and explosions illuminated the darkness, casting an ethereal glow on the surrounding stars. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the gentle shimmer of light as vessels were consumed by the abyss. The battle raged on, a mesmerizing display of destruction and light.
The commander of the kyrerians fleet looked grim. He clenched his fist saw his soldiers falling to the enemy through the monitor.
"Call for my son." He orders a soilder at the controls. The soilder nodded in response before leaving to carry out the command.
Tosak stared at his father, Archon Xandros, the commander of the kyrerian fleet waiting for an order. He gazed at his son with a mix of desperation and resignation. "Tosak, it's time," he said, his voice low and urgent. "Take the escape pod and get out of here. Head back to Kyrethia, our ancestral planet. It's the only way you'll survive. Well cover your escape."
Tosak hesitated, feeling a surge of fear and uncertainty. But then, a crazy idea struck him. "Father, wait," he said, his mind racing. "I think I have a better plan."
His father's eyes narrowed, skeptical. "What is it, Tosak?"
Tosak took a deep breath. "I go into the Erebus orbit."
The room fell silent. His crew exchanged nervous glances, their faces pale. His father's expression turned grim. "Tosak, that's madness. We don't even know where the Asthrax is. I know the odds of survival are slim but willingly accepting death like coward isn't something kyrerians would do."
Tosak nodded. "I know, but hear me out. The Celestari think I am going into the abyss which we would only do if we knew the location of the Asthrax, so they'll direct all their power to destroy the pod. But what if we use that to our advantage?"
His father's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Go on."
"I will be the diversion, make them think we are trying to get the Asthrax. Meanwhile, we use our energy signature using the plamatonic canons at full blast to clash with theirs while slowly retreating , creating a spatial storm at abyssal zero. Hopefully, it'll be strong enough to suck my ship and the Asthrax into it. I'll be transported by the spatial rift far away from here hopefully with the Asthrax and you'll be to far away from the celestari to give chase. By the time they know the Asthrax is gone we'll both be gone. I know there's a possibility that the Asthrax is resistant to spatial rifts but we'll die no matter what we do."
The room erupted into a cacophony of arguments and debates, his crew arguing and shouting. But his father's eyes locked onto his, a glimmer of hope in their depths. "Tosak, it's a long shot, but..."
He trailed off, looking at their crew. They were desperate, scared, but also determined. He nodded. "Alright, let's do it. But Tosak, you have to promise me one thing: you'll find a way to survive, no matter what happens."
Tosak nodded, feeling a surge of determination. "I will, Father. I'll find a way."
His father smiled, a fierce glint in his eye. "I know you will, son. Now let's leave this place. "
" We'll see each other again. I won't rest till I find you." Archon murmured as he watches his son's retreating figure.
The Celestari reacted faster than expected, unleashing a barrage of plasmatonic canon fire that threatened to engulf the escape pod.
But the Kyrerians were ready, countering with their own canon fire just in time to deflect the beam. The pod shuddered, but Tosak's voice came through the comms system, steady and calm.
"It's working, Father! The spatial rift is forming!"
As predicted, the rift swirled to life, its edges churning with energy. The escape pod, along with several enemy drones, was swallowed whole by the swirling vortex. The Kyrerians breathed a collective sigh of relief - the plan had worked.
But their celebration was short-lived. The Celestari, instead of ceasing fire, increased the intensity of their beam. The Kyrerians, already running low on energy, couldn't match the increase. Their own beam began to falter, its length decreasing as the Celestari's beam grew stronger.
The spatial rift, now fueled by the combined energy of both beams, began to destabilize. It started to move, creeping towards the Kyrerian ship like a living thing. The defense drones were the first to go, shredded by the rift's energy tendrils. Archon watched in horror as the rift bore down on them, his eyes locked on the incoming doom.
"It was an honor to serve with you all," he said, his voice low and steady, as the spatial rift combined with the Celestari's beam to deliver the final, crushing blow.
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On the other side of the battlefield, a fleet of Celestari ships moved towards the Erebus Abyss, their sleek hulls glinting in the faint light of the surrounding stars. In the main ship's control room, the sound of buttons being pressed and consoles beeping resounded through the room, a symphony of activity as the crew scrambled to respond to the sudden turn of events.
"Commander, we're reading a deformation in the Erebus Abyss," a Celestari soldier reported, his voice trembling slightly as he delivered the news.
Commander Thrakos's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing. "Explain."
"It's the Asthrax, sir," the soldier replied, swallowing hard. "Its presence alone is enough to warp the fabric of space. The abyss's creation was a result of the Asthrax's influence... and now, with the abyss deforming, it means the Asthrax's influence is gone."
Commander Thrakos's face darkened, his eyes blazing with fury. A vein pulsed in his temple, and his voice dropped to a deadly whisper."
He slammed the soldier against the wall, his laughter echoing through the chamber. "Even in death, Archon Xandros is causing me trouble!" he bellowed.
He composed himself, his eyes blazing with fury. "Get the salvage teams ready. We'll pick the scraps of the Kyrerian ship and try to use their mother tracking system to locate the escape pod. And when we find it..." Thrakos's voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "I'll kill Archon's son, just as I killed his father."
He turned to another soldier, his voice dripping with triumph. "Inform the Emperor that the Kyrerian master fleet has been defeated. They're all but sitting ducks, waiting to be slaughtered."
"We can launch a full attack without having to worry about retaliation," Thrakos continued, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "The Kyrerians' end is imminent. We'll crush their remaining ships, and then... the galaxy will be ours for the taking."
The soldier nodded, his face set in a determined expression. "I'll send the message immediately, Commander." He turned to leave, but Thrakos's voice stopped him.
"Add one more thing to the message," Thrakos said, his voice dripping with malice. "Tell the Emperor that I, personally, will bring him the head of Archon Xandros's son, Tosak. It will be a gift, a symbol of our victory over the Kyrerians."
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