Battle Still Raging
The broken halls of the ancient station thundered with the fury of the Dawnbreakers and the Black Circuit's elite squad.
Krevix Blayde and Zaraya clashed in a whirlwind of plasma and cosmic fire —
neither yielding an inch.
Across the fractured corridors:
Plo and Drex ducked behind wreckage, laying teleport traps and sensor scramblers.
Aerin summoned walls of roots and brambles from cracked floors to hold back squads of cybernetic enforcers.
Kaelen and Iselyra wove through the chaos, cutting down enemies with blade and frost.
But then…
the station itself screamed.
A low, bone-deep vibration rippled through the walls.
Lights flickered.
Time itself seemed to… stagger.
The Rift Awakens
Deep in the core of the station,
the ancient fracture gate — unseen, forgotten —
shuddered awake.
It unleashed a pulse of multiversal energy:
Gravity wells opened randomly — sucking debris and unlucky soldiers into crushing oblivion.
Spatial tears split corridors in two — enemies and allies hurled apart by invisible hands.
Echoes of the dead — flickering holograms of ancient soldiers and civilians — screamed silently through the halls.
And then they came.
Anomalous Guardians.
The Anomalous Guardians Appear
Formed from broken reality and half-forgotten defense protocols,
they rose like monstrous reflections:
Twisted armors stitched from melted metal and starfire bones.
Hollow faces burning with black starlight.
Voices like broken radios chanting forgotten war-cries.
They cared for no side —
not Dawnbreaker, not Black Circuit.
Only annihilation.
The first Guardian crashed through the upper decks,
ripping a Black Circuit enforcer in half with a roar like tearing steel.
Another emerged, spewing a vortex of distorted gravity.
Panic and chaos erupted everywhere.
The Dawnbreakers' Critical Choice
Zaraya spotted it instantly:
The fractures were ripping the station apart faster than they could stabilize it.
The Black Circuit was being overwhelmed.
And the Dawnbreakers — if they didn't move fast — would be trapped and consumed.
"We need to fall back — NOW!" Zaraya shouted over the comms.
Plo scrambled, trying to lock down safe teleportation routes.
Jaxen, half-carrying Drex, dodged falling debris.
Kaelen's shadow tendrils snapped around Iselyra's wrist, dragging her clear of a collapsing ceiling.
Aerin chanted desperately, summoning earth-walls to shield stragglers.
But the station shook again — a deeper, more savage convulsion.
Another gravity rift opened — right under their feet.
"MOVE!" Zaraya roared — but it was too late.
The Crew Separates
In a flash of blinding fractured light:
Zaraya, Jaxen, Plo, and Drex were hurled through a collapsing corridor — swallowed by debris and unstable portals.
Kaelen, Iselyra, and Aerin were slammed the other direction — dragged deeper into the station's dying heart.
The comms crackled once —
then went dead.
Battle Still Raging
The broken halls of the ancient station thundered with the fury of the Dawnbreakers and the Black Circuit's elite squad.
Krevix Blayde and Zaraya clashed in a whirlwind of plasma and cosmic fire —
neither yielding an inch.
Across the fractured corridors:
Plo and Drex ducked behind wreckage, laying teleport traps and sensor scramblers.
Aerin summoned walls of roots and brambles from cracked floors to hold back squads of cybernetic enforcers.
Kaelen and Iselyra wove through the chaos, cutting down enemies with blade and frost.
But then…
the station itself screamed.
A low, bone-deep vibration rippled through the walls.
Lights flickered.
Time itself seemed to… stagger.
The Rift Awakens
Deep in the core of the station,
the ancient fracture gate — unseen, forgotten —
shuddered awake.
It unleashed a pulse of multiversal energy:
Gravity wells opened randomly — sucking debris and unlucky soldiers into crushing oblivion.
Spatial tears split corridors in two — enemies and allies hurled apart by invisible hands.
Echoes of the dead — flickering holograms of ancient soldiers and civilians — screamed silently through the halls.
And then they came.
Anomalous Guardians.
The Anomalous Guardians Appear
Formed from broken reality and half-forgotten defense protocols,
they rose like monstrous reflections:
Twisted armors stitched from melted metal and starfire bones.
Hollow faces burning with black starlight.
Voices like broken radios chanting forgotten war-cries.
They cared for no side —
not Dawnbreaker, not Black Circuit.
Only annihilation.
The first Guardian crashed through the upper decks,
ripping a Black Circuit enforcer in half with a roar like tearing steel.
Another emerged, spewing a vortex of distorted gravity.
Panic and chaos erupted everywhere.
The Dawnbreakers' Critical Choice
Zaraya spotted it instantly:
The fractures were ripping the station apart faster than they could stabilize it.
The Black Circuit was being overwhelmed.
And the Dawnbreakers — if they didn't move fast — would be trapped and consumed.
"We need to fall back — NOW!" Zaraya shouted over the comms.
Plo scrambled, trying to lock down safe teleportation routes.
Jaxen, half-carrying Drex, dodged falling debris.
Kaelen's shadow tendrils snapped around Iselyra's wrist, dragging her clear of a collapsing ceiling.
Aerin chanted desperately, summoning earth-walls to shield stragglers.
But the station shook again — a deeper, more savage convulsion.
Another gravity rift opened — right under their feet.
"MOVE!" Zaraya roared — but it was too late.
The Crew Separates
In a flash of blinding fractured light:
Zaraya, Jaxen, Plo, and Drex were hurled through a collapsing corridor — swallowed by debris and unstable portals.
Kaelen, Iselyra, and Aerin were slammed the other direction — dragged deeper into the station's dying heart.
The comms crackled once —
then went dead.
Zaraya pulled herself out of the rubble, coughing.
Plo stumbled up, eyes wide.
Jaxen groaned, clutching his side.
Drex whimpered, teleporting sporadically out of sheer panic.
"Everyone still breathing?" Zaraya rasped.
Plo nodded weakly.
"Where are the others?" Jaxen gasped.
Zaraya looked at the burning sky beyond the torn walls.
She clenched her fists —
cosmic light sparking.
"We find them."
"We bring them back."
"We survive."
"We're Dawnbreakers."
"And this Belt hasn't seen the last of us yet."
Zaraya pulled herself out of the rubble, coughing.
Plo stumbled up, eyes wide.
Jaxen groaned, clutching his side.
Drex whimpered, teleporting sporadically out of sheer panic.
"Everyone still breathing?" Zaraya rasped.
Plo nodded weakly.
"Where are the others?" Jaxen gasped.
Zaraya looked at the burning sky beyond the torn walls.
She clenched her fists —
cosmic light sparking.
"We find them."
"We bring them back."
"We survive."
"We're Dawnbreakers."
"And this Belt hasn't seen the last of us yet."