Before he could answer, the beam pulsed. His freighter dissolved around him like sugar in rain, and he was standing on a cold, circular platform inside the Uber Protegit . No crew. No controls. Just walls that were screens showing the entire star sector in real-time.
A voice, calm and androgynous, filled his cockpit. darkorbit uber protegit
The screens flickered, zooming out from the sector, then the cluster, then the entire galactic arm. A single red dot was pulsing at the edge of the known universe. Before he could answer, the beam pulsed
the voice replied, "you learn why you were chosen. There are older things than pirates, Kael-3. And they are waking up." No controls
The training was brutal. The Uber Protegit didn't have weapons—it was a weapon. Its primary cannon, the Chronos Lance , didn't just destroy shields; it aged them, turning nano-alloys into rust in a single shot. Its secondary system, Void Shift , allowed Kael to phase his ship partially out of reality, letting enemy fire pass through him like a ghost.
The Uber Protegit pulsed.
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