Doomborne Slayer
Virell-7. A city on fire. Smoke coils into the orange dusk. Debris rains from burning towers. In the distance, power grids collapse, and the sky trembles with orbital static.
Among the scorched ruins of a once-vibrant city, two towering figures watch the burning city threw spaceship's overlook — their armor gleaming with biotech, breathing tubes snaking around their necks.
These are Xhal'Kar Elites — generals bred from war and mutation.
Skarn Valdrek: a beast of chrome-black scales and fused metal limbs, known for burning six colonies in the edge systems.
Dreth Khaarn: a taller, serpentine tactician with mirrored eyes and a jaw that folds open to speak in chorus—two voices, one body.
Their race, the Xhal'Kar, have long hunted IC planets, spaceships, and organizations.
Their mission tonight? Finish this city. Bait the Intergalactic Committee. And exterminate their most feared weapon—Eve.
Skarn watched flames consume the skyline.
"The towers burn. The grid collapses. Another world silenced."
Dreth's twin voices clicked in agreement.
"Yes… but not fast enough. The longer we linger, the more likely they intervene."
Skarn's voice growled low.
"We've crushed their fleets. Cracked their cities. Who could they possibly send?"
Dreth's mirrored eyes blinked once. Slowly.
"You speak like a hatchling. They still have her."
Skarn turned his head sharply.
"The Doomborn Slayer."
Dreth stepped forward, tentacles recoiling behind his back.
"They can send the Slayer anytime, our legions must hurry."
Skarn tightened his claws.
"Then we must finish this city. Now. Before they send her."
Dreth paused.
"…We should hurry. It's about time they do."
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Meanwhile, high above Virell-7 — orbiting silently, cloaked in darkness — floats the IC Flagship: NOMAD.
Inside the war-bridge, dim blue light pulses through the floor. Commander Mira stands firm, expression stone-cold.
"Authorization confirmed," she speaks to the ship's AI. "Capsule drop: immediate. Send the Queen."
The AI's voice hums through the chamber.
"Warning. Descent velocity will exceed design tolerance. Capsule breach predicted mid-stratosphere."
Mira doesn't flinch.
"She doesn't need the capsule."
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The sky screams.
A flashing light tears across the atmosphere — the Nomad capsule streaking like a comet. Heat panels disintegrate mid-air. Metal peels. The shell cracks apart in flame. And from the core of the wreckage, Eve drops—alone.
No parachute. No shield.
A human-shaped missile tearing through clouds, hair whipping, body locked, eyes glowing.
She hits the ground like a god striking judgment.
Crater. Shockwave. Silence.
And then—footsteps.
She walks forward, as dust and fire swirl behind her.
No words. Just motion.
Xhal'Kar forces scream, weapons charging.
She draws her pistol and sword.
The battle begins. Eve leaps into the air, slam landing into the hostile like a thunderbolt, shockwave blows them away, cracks spiderwebbed beneath her boots.
Scorpion kick. Neck pop. Roll forward.
She rose in one motion—Exosuit active, HUD pinged.
Weapons Engaged.
Missile Rack Ready.
Tactical Boosters Online.
From the west side, three hoverbikes screamed forward—armored riders, twin scythes extended.
Eve didn't flinch.
Missile burst. Left shoulder.
Three micro-missiles launched—spiraled through smoke—direct impact.
The hoverbikes exploded mid-air, riders disintegrated in the heat flash.
She turned.
A brute was coming.
Ten feet tall. Scarred armor. Holding a vibro-maul. Growling low.
Eve ran straight at him.
The brute raised his weapon—swung.
She slid under the strike, planted a mine on his knee, then spun behind.
Elbow. Mine detonates. Leg gone.
She leapt—spinning heel kick to the jaw. Helmet shattered. Brute dropped.
She kept moving. HUD informs.
70 enemies remaining.
A tower-mounted cannon began rotating. Massive. Two stories tall.
Its bolts tore holes the size of dropships—getting dangerously close.
Eve gritted her teeth.
She surged forward—dash, vault, wall-run along walls and crates—until she reached the cannon itself.
She grabbed it.
Ripped it clean from the mount.
Cables flared. Sparks flew.
She turned it—held it—
Fired.
The ground shook.
A wide beam of destruction blasted forward—entire lines of enemies flattened like grass.
Dozens vaporized. Armor melted. Bones scattered.
She kept firing until the core overheated—then dropped the cannon like trash.
Silence for half a second.
Then more enemies screamed from the opposite side.
Eve turned.
The Void Cutter slid into her hand.
A towering brute—nearly eleven feet, heavier than the others—came charging with a makeshift weapon: a girder-pole wrapped in shock coils, sparking at the edges. He swung.
She didn't dodge in time.
CRACK—
The blow hit her full torso, sent her flying. She tore through a metal wall like paper, crushed into the inner scaffolding of a wrecked corridor.
Visor Alert! Armor integrity 62%.
Her head tilted up slowly.
The visor flickered, then stabilized. She gritted her teeth.
A tinted red outline of the brute now moved across her HUD. Target locked. His vitals displayed in vertical waveform. Weakness: spine.
She pushed off the wall with a growl. Boosters roared beneath her heels.
Short burst flight skyward, then she landed with full force on top of the brute's head.
CRUSH.
The sheer impact shattered the brute's spine—metallic guts burst outwards. Squished like pizza.
Sparks exploded in every direction. Electricity danced up her Exosuit.
Her visor pulsed.
[Area pre Scan: 11 targets inbound, 2 heavies]
She rolled forward.
Boosted left. Dash. Clipped the wall. Slide under plasma bolt.
Another brute appeared on her flank.
Her HUD drew a dotted circle around his knee. She fired—railgun shot through kneecap.
The brute dropped screaming. She didn't even look back.
Her visor map shifted, showing the floorplan overlay—waypoints lit up in blue, exit routes in yellow, hostile traces in pulsing red, tagged with enemy class and estimated ammo load.
Eve spun in a tight arc, dual pistols flashing.
Her visor highlighted crossfire zones, drawing thin orange beams across the open air. As enemies moved into those zones—
Green reticle.
Boom.
Boom.
Boom.
Each shot dropped a soldier.
Another sniper lock pinged. Her visor darkened the left peripheral, calculated angle in 0.2 seconds.
[Sniper Arc: 272°
Kill Path Intersect: 1.8 seconds]
She dropped—flat.
Shot skimmed overhead.
She rose, toggled her holo-targeting reticle. A glowing grid deployed across the corridor. It wrapped around the final enemies like a net.
Final burst.
The HUD auto-marked her most lethal path through them—green dots lit the floor like stepping stones. She moved through the way points like water flowing through pipes. All enemies neutralized.
Finally, the field fell silent again.
Her armor hissed—coolant releasing through microscopic valves. Light smoke rising from her shoulders.
Then her heel hissed, thrusters sparked, flying her through the building. She speared into a window and smashed out, flying up, landing on the roof top.
She had killed hundreds. Thousands awaited as she scanned the cityscape.
She dropped on them like a bomb. Now more hover bikes were on to her. The horde concentrated their attacks on her.
She didn't give up. She never gives up.
Her blade and pistol worked in harmony. Then there was this 30 meter giant. All red skin, horns, electrical chained around the neck.
She has seen it before. He was a Goliath. Their kind were often snatched from their home planets to serve as slaves or war-elephants.
She could use an ally right now, she thought. She flung towards him, aiming for an electrical device on her neck powering electrical chains.
But his punch caught her mid flight sending her crashing through multiple walls finally hitting a corridor wall.
She hissed in pain.
"Commander!?" Mira's concerned voice beeped on comm.
"Not yet!" Eve said standing up. Her HUD read: [Exosuit integrity 19%]
"Just drop me a suit."
She took off her visor. The exsouit shifted some gears and cracked open. Panels and metal plates falling off her body disintegrated. She stood in her grey crop top and leather jeans.
Eve zoomed out of the building. After two-three minutes fuddling up with the Goliath, she was able to cut off the chain with her plasma blade.
Freed. He looked at her like he wasn't trying to kill her moments ago. Then he turned towards Xhal'Kar soldiers on the ground and started wrecking them.
Eve's wrist interface beeped. Hologram marked a location in the next block. She left Goliath to his smashing about brutes and soldiers and bolted towards the marker.
In the sky, she could see a huge tank-like capsule deploying thrusters. It finally hit the ground. She approached it and it hissed open. Inside, a brand new Mark VII type Exosuit. Heavier than the previous one. She entered it like it was a mech. It closed its packing around her and a visor popped up from its neckline and placed itself around her eyes.
It took 3 seconds to analyze before HUD said: [Neural Link established, Welcome commander!]
"Commander, we need to move in now!" Mira insists.
Eve replied to Mira, "Ground Zero clear, the floor's all yours Mira."