The blade whistled through the air as Kaela shifted her weight, her boots crunching against the cracked marble floor of the abandoned orbital station. She was tall, her lithe frame clad in a sleek black combat suit with crimson accents, the fabric reinforced with flexible nanofibers that shimmered faintly under the flickering overhead lights. Her dark hair, cropped short for practicality, framed a face hardened by years of survival in the outer colonies. Her eyes, a piercing green, scanned the room for movement.
"Kaela, you’re running out of time," came the voice of her AI companion, Iris, through the implant in her temple. "The power core’s destabilizing in less than ten minutes."
"I know," she muttered, her voice low but steady. She adjusted the grip on her plasma blade, a relic from the war that had torn the galaxy apart decades ago. The hilt was worn, the energy blade humming with a faint blue glow. She moved cautiously, her footsteps muffled by the eerie silence of the station, her senses heightened by adrenaline.
She wasn’t here for the core itself—she was here for the data. Hidden somewhere in this derelict station was a classified archive, a record of the experiments conducted by the now-defunct Scythe Corporation. Experiments that had turned colonies into graveyards and left survivors like her with scars that never healed.
"The archive is in the central chamber," Iris said. "But you’ve got company."
Kaela froze as the sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. She pressed herself against the wall, her blade at the ready. The figure that emerged was clad in armor the color of rusted iron, their face obscured by a helmet. A mercenary. Kaela’s stomach tightened. She’d met their kind before—hired guns with no loyalty except to credits.
"I don’t suppose you’re here for the view," Kaela said, her tone biting. She stepped into the open, her blade raised. "Let’s make this quick."
The mercenary didn’t respond, only charged. Kaela sidestepped the first strike, her blade clashing against the mercenary’s in a shower of sparks. The force of the impact reverberated through her arm, but she held her ground, her movements precise.
This wasn’t her first fight, and it wouldn’t be her last. Years ago, she’d been a scientist, working on terraforming projects in the outer rim. But when the war broke out, and the corporations turned their attention to bioweapons, she’d been forced to flee. She’d lost everything—her lab, her colleagues, her sense of purpose. Now, she survived by selling her skills to the highest bidder, always searching for answers, always running from the past.
The mercenary swung again, and Kaela ducked, her blade slicing through the armor at their knee. They stumbled, and she took the opportunity to deliver a final strike, the plasma blade cutting through the helmet with a hiss. The mercenary collapsed, and the station fell silent once more.
"Nice work," Iris said. "But you’ve got six minutes."
Kaela didn’t waste time. She sprinted down the corridor, her boots clanging against the metal grates. The central chamber loomed ahead, a massive door sealed with an electronic lock. She pulled a hacking device from her belt, her fingers flying over the interface. The door hissed open, revealing a room bathed in the cold light of holographic displays.
There, at the center of the room, was the archive—a crystalline drive encased in a protective shell. Kaela approached it cautiously, her eyes scanning for traps. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the cool surface of the shell, when the voice stopped her.
"Impressive."
She turned to see a figure step out of the shadows, their face illuminated by the glow of the displays. It was a man, tall and gaunt, his hair streaked with silver. He wore the uniform of a high-ranking Scythe officer, the insignia on his chest gleaming. Kaela’s breath caught in her throat. She knew him. He’d been there, the day her lab was destroyed.
Dr. Voss," she said, her voice steady despite the rage simmering beneath the surface. "I thought you were dead."
"As did most," he replied, his tone calm, almost amused. "But death is a luxury those like us cannot afford. You’ve come far, Kaela. I’ve been watching you."
"Cut the pleasantries," she snapped. "What do you want?"
He stepped closer, his hands clasped behind his back. "The archive is not what it seems. It’s a key to something far greater—a weapon capable of reshaping the galaxy. But it requires a code, a sequence only someone with your… unique knowledge can unlock."
Kaela’s grip tightened on her blade. "You think I’d help you, after what you’ve done?"
He smiled, a cold, calculating expression. "You’ll help me, Kaela, because if you don’t, this station will self-destruct, and the truth will die with you."
Her mind raced. Iris’s voice cut through the tension. "Three minutes. You need to decide."
Kaela took a step forward, her blade raised. "You’re wrong. I’m not the person I was. And I’m not afraid of you."
She lunged, but Voss was faster. He sidestepped with a fluid grace, his hand slamming against a console. The room shook, and the archive began to glow, the light intensifying.
"You’ve made your choice," he said, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "But I’m not the one you should be fighting."
With that, he disappeared into the shadows, leaving Kaela alone in the chamber. The light from the archive grew blinding, and she knew she was out of time.
"Iris," she said, her voice steady. "Get me out of here."
"On it."
The station rumbled as Kaela sprinted back down the corridor, the archive clutched in her hand. She could feel the heat of the destabilizing core through the walls, the air thick with tension. She reached the docking bay just as the first explosion tore through the station, the force throwing her off her feet. She scrambled to her ship, the hatch slamming shut behind her as she ignited the engines.
As the station disintegrated behind her, Kaela leaned back in her seat, her chest heaving. She held the archive in her hand, the weight of it both physical and metaphorical. She didn’t know what it contained, but she knew one thing: the fight wasn’t over. Not yet.
"Where to now?" Iris asked.
Kaela stared out at the stars, her jaw set. "To the truth."
And with that, she set a course into the unknown, the galaxy’s secrets burning brighter than its stars.
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