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The Maw tried to flee. Kael smiled. He pointed his bow at its engine nacelles and whispered, "Rust."

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.

Kael had been a miner. A nobody. His battered Leonov freighter, held together with salvage tape and spite, was a ghost among the asteroid fields of Beta-3. He knew the hum of a failing warp drive better than the taste of real food. darkorbit uber protegit

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.

For the first time since the beam touched him, Kael felt a cold that wasn’t from space. He wasn't just a pilot anymore. He was a Protegit . The Maw tried to flee

He leaned back. The Uber Protegit hummed contentedly around him.

The Chronos Lance charged with a sound like a dying star. He aimed not at the Maw of Vengeance , but at the asteroid field behind it. The lance struck a century-old rock. In one second, that rock experienced a billion years. It collapsed into a microscopic black hole, then evaporated in a blast of Hawking radiation that cracked the shields of every pirate ship in a ten-kilometer radius. A single red dot was pulsing at the

the voice replied, "you learn why you were chosen. There are older things than pirates, Kael-3. And they are waking up."

Kael’s hands, once calloused from hauling ore, now danced over a phantom interface only he could see. He engaged the Void Shift and the black ship turned to smoke. He flew through the first wave of interceptors. Their missiles passed through him, exploding harmlessly against each other.

"So," he said to the voice. "What’s next?"