Intergalactic conquest with an AI

Carlos pressed on. "Here's the deal: the engines are gone, navigation is screwed, and the ship is completely out of control. There's only one chance to survive this. I'm ordering everyone to go to the hangar bay immediately."

"Get to the same transport ships you used for the camping trip. Stick with the people from your original teams, and for the love of whatever deity you pray to, oh, and don't panic."

He paused for a moment, glancing at the planet displayed on the console. It was growing larger by the second.

"That's all from me," he said finally, his voice grimmer now. "If you believe in any kind of god... now would be a good time to start praying. We're going to need all the help we can get."

Carlos slammed the microphone back into its holder, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent bridge. His lips curled into a bitter smile as he muttered to himself, "I really need a drink after this."

With nothing else to do on the command bridge, Carlos turned toward the elevator, which miraculously still had power. He pressed the button for the hangar bay, and with a soft hum, the elevator began its descent.

Across the cruiser, Carlos's announcement sent waves of panic through the remaining passengers.

Screams and cries echoed in the hallways as people rushed for the hangar bay, tripping over one another in the dark, their faces illuminated only by the flickering emergency lights.

Families clutched each other tightly, while nobles and rich passengers screamed at their servants to grab their belongings; even in the face of death, they couldn't let go of their vanity.

Among the chaos, Cleo, Ys, and Sharon were sprinting down one of the main corridors toward the hangar bay. Cleo's white wings shimmered faintly in the dim light as she ran, carrying Sharon like a princess in her arms to keep her from slowing them down.

"Did I hear that right!?" Sharon shouted over the noise. "We're going to crash!?"

"Affirmative," Cleo replied, her voice calm but firm. "And we'll be dead if we don't get to the hangar bay in time. Stop asking questions and focus."

Ys darted ahead of them, her glowing green butterfly wings brushing against the walls as she ran. Despite the grim situation, she seemed almost... amused.

"Well, this is exciting!" Ys said, a wild grin on her face. "Darling always says I need to get out more, and here we are, what an adventure!"

"This isn't the time for your nonsense!" Cleo snapped, glancing at Ys out of the corner of her eye.

"Oh, relax, wife number two," Ys teased, her grin widening. "We've got this. If worst comes to worst, I can just fly us all out of here. You, me, Sharon... well, maybe not Carlos."

"Shut up and run!" Cleo hissed, her tone laced with irritation.

The cruiser hurtled closer and closer to the planet, its hull creaking and groaning under the strain of re-entry. The once-luxurious ship was now a fiery, spinning wreck, its exterior glowing red-hot as it pierced through the planet's atmosphere.

Inside, the chaos only grew as passengers flooded into the hangar bay, scrambling to board the transport ships. Families clung to each other, guards shouted orders, and panic reigned supreme.

Cleo, Ys, and Sharon arrived at the hangar bay just in time, their transport ship already prepped and waiting. Cleo shouted out orders, organizing the passengers as efficiently as she could, while Ys floated lazily nearby, occasionally scaring people with her glowing wings just for fun.

Carlos arrived moments later, stumbling out of the elevator with a pair of handguns in his hands. He looked around at the chaos and let out a loud whistle, silencing the crowd.

"Alright, listen up!" Carlos shouted. "You want to live? Get on a ship and strap in! No fighting, no whining, and no baggage! We don't have time for your fancy crap!"

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"Carlos! There's no time! Get inside the transport ship already!" Sharon shouted, her voice strained with panic as she waved frantically from the entrance of their transport.

Carlos stood frozen, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Around him, the hangar was still a chaotic mess. Families and stragglers scrambled to board the transport ships, but it was painfully obvious that there wasn't enough time to save everyone.

Carlos's chest heaved as he struggled with the choice in front of him. His eyes darted to the sea of terrified faces, and the realization hit him like a punch to the gut, there were too many people, and the countdown to doom was ticking faster than anyone could move.

"Carlos!" Sharon's voice broke through his turmoil, snapping him back to reality. He gritted his teeth and shouted back, "I got it! I'm coming!"

With a heavy heart, he turned and sprinted toward their transport, his cybernetic legs whirring softly with every step. He could barely look at the passengers he was leaving behind as he ran. The guilt was already tearing at him.

The moment Carlos jumped onto the transport, Cleo's golden eyes flashed as she finished hacking the ship's automatic navigation systems. With a few mental commands, all the transport ships roared to life, their engines igniting as they prepared to launch from the hangar bay.

"Let's leave then," Cleo said coldly, piloting the small fleet of ships with precision through her neural interface.

Carlos was catching his breath when he suddenly realized something, or rather, someone, was missing. His head snapped toward the hangar bay doors, his expression one of horror. "Wait! Hold on! Where's Rex!?"

Cleo's face was calm but unreadable as she adjusted the controls. "I don't know," she said bluntly. "But I can feel he's still alive. Rex is not someone who dies so easily, but..." She paused. "He'll likely be heavily injured."

Ys, standing near the entrance of the transport ship with her arms crossed, suddenly perked up at the mention of Rex. "Oh, please," she scoffed. "My darling is tougher than steel. He's not dead... but..." Her playful smirk faded into something more serious. "He probably will be if we leave him here."

Before anyone could react, Ys suddenly stepped forward. She gave them a quick, mischievous wave. "You guys go out first! I forgot my toothbrush!" she said with an exaggerated grin before leaping out of the transport ship and disappearing back into the hangar bay.

"YS! What the hell are you doing!?" Carlos shouted, leaning out of the transport's hatch, but it was too late; Ys was already gone.

"Let her go," Cleo said firmly, her voice brooking no argument. "Ys is more than capable of finding Rex. If anyone can, it's her."

Carlos cursed under his breath but didn't argue. The transports broke free from the hangar bay's shield, leaving the cruiser behind as they blasted into the void.

Ys soared gracefully through the chaotic remains of the ship, her glowing green butterfly wings casting an ethereal light against the dark, flickering corridors. Fires roared in the distance, and the smell of burning metal and flesh filled the air, but she paid it no mind.

"Now, where are you, my darling?" She muttered to herself, her glowing wings fluttering as she sniffed the air.

She paused mid-flight, sniffing in all directions like a predator tracking its prey. Her sensitive Khryssari nose usually made it easy to find Rex's unique scent, a mix of iron, sweat, and the faint tinge of plasma from his energy core. But strangely, this time, she couldn't pick it up.

"Weird... I can't smell him," she murmured, her expression darkening. "Well then, onto Plan B."

Ys closed her eyes, her wings slowing to a gentle flutter as she activated one of her more unique abilities. A ripple of mental energy pulsed from her body, traveling outward like sonar. As it expanded, Ys began to sense the emotions of every living being on the ship.

Fear. Desperation. Hopelessness.

The passengers who hadn't made it to the transports were still scattered throughout the ship, their panic burning like small flames in the mental image Ys was building. But none of them were Rex. She knew Rex's presence; it was impossible to miss.

Then she felt it.

A massive surge of energy burned like a bonfire on the edges of her mental map. Unlike the other passengers, this presence wasn't consumed by fear or despair. It was something primal. Something terrifying.

Pure, unrelenting rage.

Ys's eyes snapped open, her heart skipping a beat. The mental image in her mind solidified, showing her a figure kneeling on the ground, surrounded by a blazing red aura of fury. Even without seeing him directly, she knew.

"D—Darling?" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. The connection she shared with Rex came to life, confirming her suspicions.

Without wasting another second, Ys bolted toward the source of the energy, flying at full speed through the damaged corridors. She moved so quickly that she left a faint green afterimage in her wake, ignoring the debris and the lingering creatures still lurking in the shadows.

In the depths of the ruined engine bay, Rex kneeled amid a sea of charred metal and lifeless bodies. His white wings were battered and blackened, and his armor was scorched from the relentless flames of the earlier explosion.

But Rex didn't care. His mind was consumed by one thing only, vengeance.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The spiderlike creatures that had survived the engine explosion moments ago were now nothing more than piles of smoking ash and shredded limbs. Rex had slaughtered them all in blind fury while he was being burned by the black flames.

his plasma sword, and sheer willpower carving through the horde like a hot knife through butter.

The air around him crackled with raw energy as his golden halo glowed brighter, pulsing with every beat of his heart. Despite his injuries, Rex radiated an almost demonic power, his rage keeping him on his feet when his body should have long since collapsed.