The battlefield fell quiet the only sound was the distant hum of dying engines and the heavy breathing of exhausted soldiers.
Borarah stepped back, his crimson eyes narrowing as he stared at the now-sealed crack in the Source Planet's barrier. Another failure. His grip on his weapon tightened—but only for a moment.Then, he smirked.
"Next time," he muttered, before turning away.
Rakanta—the mysterious warrior—was already gone, vanished like smoke. Kaizu and Skye stood side by side, their bodies bruised but unbroken.
"We... made it?" Skye panted, wiping blood from her lip.
Kaizu watched the retreating enemy forces, his gaze sharp. "Maybe," he whispered. "For now."
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- The Scalpers retreated like slowly The crack was sealed but everyone knew this wasn't over.
- Galactic Federation soldiers cheered, some collapsing to their knees in relief. Others hugged, laughing through their exhaustion.
But Kaizu didn't celebrate.
30 SECONDS OF VICTORY
The cheers had barely begun,30 seconds, that's all they got.
Then—BOOM!
A blinding light exploded from the sealed crack. The Power Source, a glowing orb of raw energy, shot out like a bullet into space.
Silence. Then chaos.
- Skye's eyes widened in panic.Cracky's hands shook "this wasn't supposed to happen." She says to himself. Even the Scalpers froze, confused.
Borarah's eyes glowed red as this was the moment he'd waited for his entire life.
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"GET THAT! NOW!"
Both Kaizu and Borarah roared at the same time.
The battlefield erupted again:
- Soldiers and Scalpers clashed—lasers, claws, screams. Borarah leaped into his ship, chasing the Power Source as it raced through space.Skye jumped into a fighter ship, blasting off after him.Cracky stayed behind, guarding the HQ, someone had to.
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THE ULTIMATE CHOICE
Kaizu's mind raced. One thought burned brighter than the Power Source itself.
"It CANNOT fall into the wrong hands."
He grabbed his mic, voice cold and steady.
"Skye—launch the MG-6."
A pause. Even she knew what that meant.
The MG-6 missile—powerful enough to erase a whole solar system.
If they couldn't have it… no one would.
The battle raged on gunfire, explosions, and screams filled the void of space. Skye led the charge, pushing back the mindless Scalpers. Without strategy, they fell easily—but one enemy remained.
"Borarah."
He didn't need an army. He was the army.
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As Skye prepared to launch the MG-6 missile, Borarah leaped from his ship—his Brocy race allowing him to breathe in space. He crashed onto the Federation ship like a meteor, smashing through soldiers with bare hands. Bullets? Useless.
He grabbed Skye's arm—CRACK!
Her scream echoed as he threw her aside, unconscious.
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Just as Borarah reached for the Power Source—
A hand got there first.
A unknown hand....