Kaela adjusted the straps of her brown combat suit, staring into the elongated glass panel at the far end of the room. The mirrored surface shimmered faintly, betraying its dual purpose: technology disguised behind a veneer of minimalism. Androvia’s cities were constructed with such dualities—an illusion of simplicity masking the layers of innovation that pulsed through its very framework. Here, in this stark, uncluttered chamber, the weight of her mission pressed against her chest in sync with her pounding heart.
“You’re going through with this,” Samil’s voice chirped over her earpiece. His tone was light but tinged with worry. It always was, ever since the failed mission in Vryalt two years ago. She hadn’t been there for him then, and she knew part of her recklessness now was penance for that guilt.
“I’m already suited up, aren’t I?” Kaela shot back. She smirked briefly at her reflection, noticing the inked tail of Zykara—the animated, mischievous intergalactic fox trailing up her ribcage. Zykara was both a reminder of childhood escapism and a personal talisman. Kaela never left for a mission without it.
Samil sighed through the comm link. “Yeah, but the last infiltration mission went sideways, Kael. Let’s not make this a pattern, huh?”
“That wasn’t on me,” she snapped, adjusting her gloves as she pivoted to the back of the room where weapon racks lined the walls. “And if no one does this, Androvia burns. You want that kind of blood soaking these pristine floors, Samil?”
The line was silent for a moment before his voice grew softer, grounded. “You’re my sister, Kaela. I just… I can’t lose you too.”
She froze mid-reach for her plasma baton. His words pinched something tender inside of her, but she buried it quickly—just as she buried every ache and memory that tried to claw itself to the surface. “I’ll be fine.” Kaela forced a grin he couldn’t see. “Keep my earpiece buzzing, alright? It’s lonely without your annoying ass.”
The Mission
The sprawling silo of Sector Nyxis was a labyrinth of shadows and light. Its white panels gleamed in the sterile brilliance of artificial luminescence, while steel catwalks wove a dizzying web above an almost endless vertical drop. Kaela’s brown suit blended effortlessly into the muted tones of the place, her movements a graceful dance between the beams of light that streaked through the central platform.
Her objective was clear: extract the Chronos Module before the Synthrik—a ruthless AI faction born from Androvia’s forsaken experiments—uploaded its next viral override. If they succeeded, Androvia’s vast network would fall into chaos, leaving its citizens defenseless. It wasn’t just a mission; it was survival.
As Kaela descended a flight of spiral stairs, her augmented visor sprung to life, highlighting the faint shimmer of invisible Synthrik drones patrolling the area. Their glowing cores pulsed faintly—a heartbeat of looming danger. Swiftly, she reached into her pouch and retrieved her disruptor band, throwing it overhead. It clamped onto the ceiling with a magnetic snap before emitting an electromagnetic pulse that sent the drones collapsing, one by one, like puppets with cut strings.
“You’re doing great,” Samil whispered through the comm. “But they’ll notice those drones offline in five minutes, max.”
“Then I’ll be done in four,” she replied, barely concealing her exhilaration. Kaela lived for moments like these—the rush of consequence, the surge of adrenaline mingling with fear. It was perhaps the only time she felt alive anymore.
The Betrayal
Kaela reached the server core’s entrance, a polished obsidian door that hummed faintly. She placed her palm on the access panel, the biometric reader scanning her down to the sub-dermal implants granted during her induction into Androvia’s covert ops program. In mere seconds, the door dissolved into vapor, revealing the glowing object at the room’s center—the Chronos Module.
Kaela strode forward, hands steady as she reached for the device. The module emitted a faint warmth, alive with potential energy that felt almost sentient. And yet, as her fingers barely brushed its surface, alarms erupted in a deafening cacophony.
“DAMN IT, Samil, what just happened?” she growled into the comm as the walls shifted, countless hidden portals opening to reveal Synthrik drones spilling into the room.
“Kael…” Samil’s voice cracked. “I… I didn’t mean for it to end like this.”
Her blood turned to ice. “What are you saying?”
“I made a deal, okay?” His words tumbled out, wrought with shame and panic. “They promised to release me if I gave them your access codes. I didn’t think they’d… I didn’t want—”
“You betrayed me.” Her voice was hollow, disbelieving as the Synthrik drones closed in around her. Her visor flickered, internal systems compromised by what she now knew was the viral beacon Samil must have activated.
“Kael, you don’t understand,” he pleaded. “I’m doing this for us—so we can be free of this life, of this war. Maybe they’ll let Androvia go. Maybe—”
“You coward,” she hissed, her free hand instinctively gripping the plasma baton at her side. As the first drone lunged forward, she dispatched it in a clean arc, blue energy slicing through its core.
A Narrow Escape
Kaela didn’t wait for him to finish stammering excuses. Blinded by fury and betrayal, she fought with a calculated ferocity, taking down drone after drone as sparks and shrapnel rained around her. But she was outnumbered, and her systems were rapidly failing.
In a last desperate gambit, Kaela flung the Chronos Module high into the air. As it reached its apex, she activated the emergency recall on her suit, tethering herself to the module’s signal. In an instant, her body was ripped from the collapsing chamber and propelled upward, into the open sky.
The dizzying brightness of sunlight hit her hard, and she gasped, lungs heaving. She crashed onto a rooftop miles from Sector Nyxis, clutching the now-dormant module to her chest. Every muscle in her body trembled—not with fatigue, but with the devastating realization of Samil’s betrayal.
Epilogue
It was hours before she spoke again. The Chronos Module, still warm against her palm, glowed faintly as stars began to dot the Androvian night sky. She tapped her comm piece one final time, terminating her link to Samil.
For now, it was time to save Androvia. Grief and vengeance… would come later.
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