chapter:2 Kravan
An obsidian-colored ship flew at an incredibly high speed. Camouflaged within the emptiness of space, its small and deadly figure cut through the dark, nearly invisible.
"Ughh! Those Guild zealots are crazy!!" Samuel groaned, clutching his bloodied arm, which appeared to be broken.
He was lightheaded, and the blaring roar of the engines echoed throughout the room.
His groans grew louder as pain coursed through his entire body—every inch aching.
He opened a patch in his armor and quickly poured a strange, illusory liquid onto the wound
"Ach!" he hissed as it burned on contact, a scowl forming on his face.
The wound began to sterilize, sizzling painfully—it both looked and sounded excruciating
"Damn it!" Samuel cursed, trying to endure the sting as the liquid spread through his system.
He tore a strip of fabric from his suit and bit down on it, stifling his groans.
Though the pain still swelled, his voice grew softer.
Taking deep breaths, he reached for synthetic bandages from a rusty synthesizer beside him and quickly wrapped his arm.
"Augh… damn mercenaries. All I did was kill that big asshole…" he muttered bitterly.
He dragged himself to the ship's control system.
A photo was displayed there—one of him standing beside a stern-looking man.
Samuel grimaced at the sight.
"There's no need to think about it…" he murmured, his voice still strained with pain.
He rubbed his forehead with one hand.
"Well, I guess I have to abandon this identity now."
"Heh. Figures," he said to himself, finding grim irony in it as a memory flickered in his mind.
He examined his wounds more fully.
His left arm was badly damaged, his leg riddled with holes, and blood oozed from his head.
He wasn't in the best condition, to say the least.
"Getting hunted down by the Black Gate royal families was a swell idea, wasn't it?" he muttered with a sarcastic laugh.
He opened a hidden compartment within the ship. Inside was a badge, with Aesir etched into the metal.
"Aesir… huh. New day, new me, hehe~"
He chuckled, a wide grin creeping across his face
"Hehehe,thank goodness I took that hunt on time"he chuckled the grin grew wider,then it became a bit panicked as he remembered something.He tapped a tab on the ship's control system.
=== STATUS: CRITICAL ===
Left Wing: Missing
Right Wing: Missing
Engine: Low
Samuel's grin turned into a grimace.
He scrambled through the control system, worried about getting detected by planetary sensors.
"Shit."
The ship began descending rapidly toward a nearby planet.
In a panic, he activated the ship's camouflage, then shut down all remaining power.
"Damn it!!"
Moments later, the ship crashed.
Scene Change – Republic System: Syclla's Maw
"Captain! Captain!!"
"AUGH, ! Can't I get some damn sleep?!" Syr groaned.
Ahem. "What's your report?" Syr continued, his voice suddenly serious.
"Sir, as you know, Kravan killed the Clan Leader Kore Eiger."
"Go on," Syr said, still holding onto that nonchalant and off-guard attitude.
The officer nodded.
"After a few reports, it seems the Black Gate—some part of them, at least—decided to respond, given the huge number of tracking ships sent throughout the system."
The man paused, catching his breath.
"…And we believe that one of the Black Gate royal families has chosen to act."
"Tsk. Which family is it this time?" he asked.
His voice was tired, his tone rough—bracing for impact. Though a bit exaggerated, the weariness was real.
"Sol, sir…" the slim man replied.
Syr's face turned into a frown.
"All right. Send this info to Main Command,"
Syr ordered.
His posture straightened like an arrow, his face now radiating a mix of experience and hardened seriousness.
The joking expression vanished.
Then he paused, looking the man in the eye.
"Hail the Republic."
"Hail the Republic, sir!"
The officer exited the room.
Syr stood still for a moment, thoughtful.
"Hmm…
Dear Kravan, what will you do this time?"
he muttered, glancing down at the flickering badge on his uniform:
Republic: Captain
Elsewhere...
Luke crawled along the ground, dragging the full weight of his body.
A cacophony of sighs and moans slipped through his mouth.
"Damn it!!"
he shouted, hearing footsteps drawing closer.
"Aughh! Damn it!!…"
He looked up.
Chapter ends
An obsidian-colored ship flew at an incredibly high speed. Camouflaged within the emptiness of space, its small and deadly figure cut through the dark, nearly invisible.
"Ughh! Those Guild zealots are crazy!!" Samuel groaned, clutching his bloodied arm, which appeared to be broken.
He was lightheaded, and the blaring roar of the engines echoed throughout the room.
His groans grew louder as pain coursed through his entire body—every inch aching.
He opened a patch in his armor and quickly poured a strange, illusory liquid onto the wound
"Ach!" he hissed as it burned on contact, a scowl forming on his face.
The wound began to sterilize, sizzling painfully—it both looked and sounded excruciating
"Damn it!" Samuel cursed, trying to endure the sting as the liquid spread through his system.
He tore a strip of fabric from his suit and bit down on it, stifling his groans.
Though the pain still swelled, his voice grew softer.
Taking deep breaths, he reached for synthetic bandages from a rusty synthesizer beside him and quickly wrapped his arm.
"Augh… damn mercenaries. All I did was kill that big asshole…" he muttered bitterly.
He dragged himself to the ship's control system.
A photo was displayed there—one of him standing beside a stern-looking man.
Samuel grimaced at the sight.
"There's no need to think about it…" he murmured, his voice still strained with pain.
He rubbed his forehead with one hand.
"Well, I guess I have to abandon this identity now."
"Heh. Figures," he said to himself, finding grim irony in it as a memory flickered in his mind.
He examined his wounds more fully.
His left arm was badly damaged, his leg riddled with holes, and blood oozed from his head.
He wasn't in the best condition, to say the least.
"Getting hunted down by the Black Gate royal families was a swell idea, wasn't it?" he muttered with a sarcastic laugh.
He opened a hidden compartment within the ship. Inside was a badge, with Aesir etched into the metal.
"Aesir… huh. New day, new me, hehe~"
He chuckled, a wide grin creeping across his face
"Hehehe,thank goodness I took that hunt on time"he chuckled the grin grew wider,then it became a bit panicked as he remembered something.He tapped a tab on the ship's control system.
=== STATUS: CRITICAL ===
Left Wing: Missing
Right Wing: Missing
Engine: Low
Samuel's grin turned into a grimace.
He scrambled through the control system, worried about getting detected by planetary sensors.
"Shit."
The ship began descending rapidly toward a nearby planet.
In a panic, he activated the ship's camouflage, then shut down all remaining power.
"Damn it!!"
Moments later, the ship crashed.
Scene Change – Republic System: Syclla's Maw
"Captain! Captain!!"
"AUGH, ! Can't I get some damn sleep?!" Syr groaned.
Ahem. "What's your report?" Syr continued, his voice suddenly serious.
"Sir, as you know, Kravan killed the Clan Leader Kore Eiger."
"Go on," Syr said, still holding onto that nonchalant and off-guard attitude.
The officer nodded.
"After a few reports, it seems the Black Gate—some part of them, at least—decided to respond, given the huge number of tracking ships sent throughout the system."
The man paused, catching his breath.
"…And we believe that one of the Black Gate royal families has chosen to act."
"Tsk. Which family is it this time?" he asked.
His voice was tired, his tone rough—bracing for impact. Though a bit exaggerated, the weariness was real.
"Sol, sir…" the slim man replied.
Syr's face turned into a frown.
"All right. Send this info to Main Command,"
Syr ordered.
His posture straightened like an arrow, his face now radiating a mix of experience and hardened seriousness.
The joking expression vanished.
Then he paused, looking the man in the eye.
"Hail the Republic."
"Hail the Republic, sir!"
The officer exited the room.
Syr stood still for a moment, thoughtful.
"Hmm…
Dear Kravan, what will you do this time?"
he muttered, glancing down at the flickering badge on his uniform:
Republic: Captain
Elsewhere...
Luke crawled along the ground, dragging the full weight of his body.
A cacophony of sighs and moans slipped through his mouth.
"Damn it!!"
he shouted, hearing footsteps drawing closer.
"Aughh! Damn it!!…"
He looked up.
Chapter ends