In an endless expanse of space, a solitary Atelis-class space cruiser glided through the silence of the interstellar medium. The captain stood by the wide front window, eyes fixed on the stars. "It's gorgeous," he thought as they flickered like tiny jewels against the dark backdrop of the universe.
The view was mesmerizing. With each passing moment, the brilliance of distant stars drew him in deeper. It was a scene of beauty and mystery, one that reminded him of the vast opportunities and challenges that lay ahead.
The sleek sapphire fiber screen in front of him was more than just a window. It was a protective barrier, tough enough to handle the harsh realities of space. Unlike ordinary glass, this material kept the crew of the Starship Excelsior safe from the dangers lurking outside. It allowed them to admire the cosmos without worry, letting them focus on their mission.
As the ship cruised on, the captain felt a mix of excitement and responsibility. He knew that every journey into the unknown held secrets waiting to be uncovered. Each star was a reminder of the adventures yet to come. And as the cruiser moved forward, he couldn’t help but wonder what awaited them in the vastness beyond.
The Excelsior shot through space, moving as fast as light. It aimed straight for the outer asteroid belt of Dorial, a star system dominated by a vivid red dwarf star.
But Dorial wasn’t just another empty stretch of space. It boasted four impressive exoplanets along with a multitude of asteroids and comets, it was a Treasure chest of cosmic wonders.
As the ship approached, the outer asteroid field started to fade away. A breathtaking sight came into view: the gas giant Borgiamos, a swirling blue marble, surrounded by its moons. The Excelsior glided smoothly past the moon Tobias. It looked barren and lifeless, a stark contrast to its neighbor, Kana. Kana was alive with activity, bustling with Humans and Droids who had made the place thrive for ages, the blinking of city lights dotted the surface.
Each planet and moon in the Dorial system had its own story. The rocky surfaces, the vibrant atmospheres, and the bustling settlements all hinted at the lives and adventures waiting to be found.
As the ship continued its flight, the small crew felt a mix of excitement and curiosity, what had changed on Jistoa in the time they where gone?
The captain of the Excelsior turned away from the large window, drawn by the sound of keys clacking over at the comms station. He looked over just in time to see the woman at the station leap up, shouting, “YES! A SIGNAL!” Her enthusiasm shattered the usual calm of the ship.
He smiled, electing to smoke a celebratory cigarette, his last in the pack. With a quick motion, he popped the filter of his last menthol cigarette into his mouth. His eyes—one red, the other blue—stood out against his rugged look. He ran a hand through his unkempt black hair, feeling the familiar tangles. "I think a haircut is in order," he thought.
From his pocket, he pulled out a metal lighter. With practiced ease, he flicked it open and lit the cigarette. The flame briefly illuminated his face before he snapped the lighter shut. He took a long drag, letting the smoke fill his lungs, then pocketed the lighter again.
As he exhaled, the smoke curled from his pointy nose. He held the cigarette carefully, watching the ashes tumble down into his dark, shaggy beard, a reminder of the nine long months spent drifting through deep space.
The voice of his comms officer cutting through the haze of smoke. "Captain, we’ve just received the bounty data from the Zeta warship. It’s significant—enough to get us a good price on the Korana bounty markets," the woman said with glee, her long furry tail going rigid.
A sense of accomplishment washed over him. The crew had faced numerous challenges, from skirmishes with rival pirates to navigating through treacherous space debris, all while grappling with the random malfunctions of their Driod pilot who was currently running on a jury rigged repair, Molly. But now, they were finally approaching home.
“Excellent Aris, Between that and the treasure, Zoe's gonna have a field day.” he replied, his voice steady and calm despite the thrill of anticipation. “just a few hours more."
“Captain,” Aris Teraxis the comms officer called out, snapping him from his reverie. “We’re receiving a transmission from the colony.”
“Put it through.” the Captain said
The screen flickered to life, revealing a familiar face. It was the colony’s administrator, a woman with sharp features and an air of authority. “Captain Draal, welcome back! We’ve been monitoring your signal. I'll inform Korana of your arrival.”
He smiled, taking another drag from his cigarette. “Excellent, make sure the queen knows that her share of this haul is sizable.”
“Excellent! Queen Sarara will be pleased.” she replied, her tone friendly yet professional.
“Appreciate it, Farewell for now.” the Captain said.
As the transmission ended, the captain looked out the window again. The vibrant blue of Kana glimmered under the faint light of the red dwarf star, and he could see the busy activity of ships coming and going, people bustling about, and the overall vibrancy of life.
After a long eight months of adventures in space, the Excelsior was finally on its way back home.
Coreen stood at the helm, scanning the planets ahead. He knew their destination well: the home of many of their adventures, the planet Jistoa, and its neighboring worlds, Ikaros and Lednebula.
“Alright, everyone,” he announced, a sense of anticipation building in the air, “we'll be home in about an hour at the rate we're going.”
“Look at that,” he said, pointing to the center planet. “This is home. All that time out there, and we’re finally back.”
With the Three remaining planets clearly visible, the crew of the Excelsior felt a mixture of accomplishment and anticipation. Whatever challenges awaited them next, they would face them together.
As they approached the planet Ikaros, An icy Inhospitable world." Coreen took one last drag of his cigarette and flicked the butt into an ashtray. “Let’s get home.” With that, the ship surged forward, and the crew knew that a new adventure awaited when they arrived.
"Reducing speed for re-entry, Coreen," the blonde pilot, Molly Wills, announced, her eyes fixed on the controls as she reached out with her segmented chrome hand to manipulate the lever. The Excelsior decelerated from light speed, gradually slowing as they approached the inhospitably cold planet Ikaros and its two moons: the rounded Fizz, home to a small research colony housing three hundred humans and two hundred droids, and the smaller, raisin-shaped Pop.
As the ship gradually decelerated, Aris Teraxis, stationed at the communications console, clutched her stomach, feeling a wave of nausea roll through her. Her long, cat-like ears flattened against her head. “I despise this part,” she murmured, struggling to concentrate on the blinking lights in front of her.
At that moment, ash from Captain Coreen’s trench coat drifted down. He brushed off the remnants with a swift motion, his black button-down shirt contrasting sharply with his coat. “You alright, sis?” he asked, concern etched in his voice, a calming presence amid the ship's mechanical noise.
“Just a bit of space sickness. I’ll be fine, big brother,” Aris replied, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. The pallor of her skin highlighted her unease.
Coreen approached, his black combat boots echoing on the metal floor. He had always been her protector, just as he had been since their childhood. “Relax, Aris. We’ll be home soon,” he assured her, his gaze fixed on her, noticing the signs of her discomfort. She was struggling, but she was determined to keep it together.
Aris shot up from her seat, her black hair trailing behind her as she hurried to the restroom. The sound of her distress filled the air when she slammed the door. Coreen stood there, worry etched on his face.
With a resigned sigh, he made his way back to the helm. Molly was adjusting their flight path with precision. “How’s she doing?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder, concern evident in her eyes.
“Just some space sickness,” Coreen replied. “She’ll be alright once we’re back on solid ground.”
Molly nodded, her attention fixed on the controls. “We’ll reach the right speed soon. Just a few more tweaks, and we won’t crash into the space elevator.” Her attempt at humor lightened the mood, but Coreen felt the urgency.
He approached the restroom, knocking lightly on the door. “Hey, sis, everything okay?”
“Yeah, just give me a minute!” Aris called back, her voice sounding stronger.
Coreen smiled, relieved to see Aris recovering. “Take your time. We’ll wait,” he said softly. Moments later, Aris stepped out, her complexion slightly pale but her expression determined. “I’m alright now,” she stated, tucking her hair behind her ears. “Just needed to let that out.” Coreen nodded in approval, pleased to hear her words.
As they walked back to the comms station, Coreen noticed a barrage of messages flooding the console. Most of them were from his wife, Vanyssa, the last one being three months old. He paused the spinning console and began reading the latest note. His fingers quickly typed a response, filled with regret for being away for so long. A smile crept onto his face as he thought of her fiery ginger hair, her freckled cheeks, and those striking blue eyes.
Meanwhile, Aris unbuttoned her shirt, sweat glistening on her forehead from earlier distress. She shifted her attention between the messages on the screen and the chaos around her. After discarding her black shirt, which lay crumpled on the floor, she wore a snug green tank top that accentuated her figure.
Once settled in the comms chair, the door swung open. Kyler Trize, a burly elf and former advisor to Prince Velwin Darovit from Ertara, walked in. He held a ledger in his large hand. Standing at six feet tall, his muscular build was covered in the uniform of the Korana Rogues, the crew’s standard attire. Coreen, however, donned his signature trench coat.
Kyler rubbed his temple, his shaggy blue hair falling over his brow, indicating deep thought. Despite his rugged appearance, he had a knack for numbers and strategy. It was clear he was processing something serious as he entered the busy room.
The atmosphere was tense but focused. Messages continued to flash on the console, demanding their attention. Coreen and Aris exchanged glances, knowing their teamwork was essential now more than ever. They needed to tackle these communications efficiently.
In that moment, the weight of their responsibilities settled on them. The ship's mission relied on their ability to coordinate and respond. Each message held significance, and time was of the essence.
As they prepared to delve into the tasks ahead, Coreen felt a renewed sense of purpose. He was not just a leader; he was part of a team that needed to function seamlessly. The stakes were high, but they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
“What do you think, Kyler?” Coreen asked the sturdy elf, the taste of his last cigarette still lingering in his mouth. He craved another.
“We’re in range to reach Jistoa, Aris. I’ve already notified Vanyssa of our arrival,” Kyler replied, his voice calm and steady as he passed the Ledger to Coreen.
Aris rubbed her temples, battling the nausea that still clung to her. Her tail wrapped around her hairless legs as she closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she turned to her screen. Her ears perked up at the flood of new messages, and she zeroed in on the flashing alerts.
“Let’s see what we have,” she said, her tone brightening as her usual enthusiasm returned.
The console lit up with a mix of updates: news from the colony, reports from the Koranan government about Jistoa, and several messages from their friends still on the planet. Coreen leaned in closer, eager to absorb the information, Anything interesting?” he inquired, his curiosity growing.
“There’s a festival in the city next week,” Aris said, his eyes flicking over the messages on his screen. “They’re marking the anniversary of the Founding. A big crowd is expected.”
“Great news,” Coreen replied, a spark of optimism igniting within him. “I knew Riendhardt Day was approaching. We all need a bit of joy after everything we’ve faced.”
Kyler nodded in agreement, a grin breaking across his weathered face. “I wouldn’t mind visiting some old friends. It’s been ages since we could just relax.”
As the crew discussed their plans for the festival, Coreen's thoughts wandered to Vanyssa. He wished she could join in the celebrations. The longing for her presence hung heavy in his heart, and the idea of reuniting with her lifted his spirits.
While the crew busied themselves getting the Excelsior ready, Coreen paused to absorb the atmosphere around him. The camaraderie among them was palpable, mixed with the thrill of their adventures and the anticipation of returning home.
For the first time in months, a wave of relief washed over him. He was heading home, and he felt wealthier than he could have imagined, especially as he glanced at Kyler's ledger.
The prospect of the festival brought a sense of hope. It was a chance to celebrate life, to reconnect with friends, and to find joy once again.
Coreen knew this moment was significant. After the trials they had faced, the festival represented a fresh start, a welcome break from the weight of the past.
The crew shared stories and laughter as they readied the ship for their return, the excitement building for their return to Jistoa. Soon, they would be stepping foot on familiar soil, surrounded by the sights and sounds of a world that had always welcomed them back, ready for whatever new adventures awaited them in the heart of the galaxy.
Aris's eyes widened as she read an email, her excitement spilling over. “Yes! Phones are finally legal in Kirati!” she shouted, a bright smile spreading across her face. “Tigarius the second has really brought us into the modern age!”
As she opened the message, thoughts of Dostis rushed into her mind. She could almost picture his bearded face, blonde hair, and bobbed tail. “I can’t wait to see him,” she whispered, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
Kyler stood nearby, a playful grin on his face. “The treasure is secure, Captain. It’s all boxed up and kept separate from Queen Sarara’s share,” he said, saluting Coreen with a hint of mischief.
Coreen chuckled, rolling his eyes. “You don’t need to salute me, Kyler. I’m not Prince Velwin or King Darovit,” he replied, his tone light-hearted.
“But the queen should be pleased with her share,” he added, waving a hand toward the viewport. The violet marble of Jistoa loomed closer, their home among the vastness of space.
Kyler nodded, his grin revealing sharp teeth that hinted at the elf's meat-heavy diet. The air buzzed with excitement. News about the phones had ignited hope, and conversations about treasure stirred the crew's enthusiasm.
Coreen gazed out at the expansive view. Jistoa loomed large, a testament to humanity's progress. Pride filled him as he reflected on their journey. In this moment of shared joy, ideas began to take shape. The future seemed bright, and they were eager to seize it.
“And Vanyssa shouldn’t be as upset with you when she sees this,” Aris added, fingers flying over the keyboard in response to Dostis.
Their discussions blended with laughter and plans. Each new thought felt like a step toward a promising tomorrow. The crew was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in their purpose.
Molly Wills, the blonde pilot, eased the ship into a slower pace, her blue eyes focused. “Jistoa is close. I’m preparing for docking, Coreen,” she said, a grin spreading across her face as her fingers danced over the controls.
“Try not to toss your lunch again, Aris,” she teased, glancing back with a playful smirk.
“Don’t short-circuit, Molly,” Aris shot back, sticking her tongue out and making a rude noise.
“I’m just looking out for you. Most Felix dislike technology, let alone space travel,” Molly replied, returning her attention to the ship’s navigation.
Their playful exchange created a warm atmosphere in the cabin.
As they approached their destination, Coreen felt a rush of excitement.
The crew had worked hard for this moment.
Home was within reach, and the promise of rest, reunions, and celebrations awaited them.
“Alright, everyone, prepare to dock,” said Coreen, steadying himself as he gathered the crew. “Once we’re on solid ground, we can begin plotting our next move.”
The sound of heavy boots echoed through the hallway. Tyros Favager, the oldest crew member, appeared at the doorway. His weathered face and blood-stained white bandana told stories of his past in the Knights of Korana. At 64, he carried his broken armor in a bulky backpack, and the years of adventure had turned his hair to grey. As he settled at the weapons terminal, he took a moment to absorb the stunning view of Ikaros. He smiled, retrieved a cigar from his pocket, and lit it with a flick of his lighter.
Tyros was a kind-hearted man. He had rescued Coreen and Aris from the Koranan Undercity when they were just starving children, raising them as his own for 24 years. Now, as he looked at the grown-up pair, he closed his eyes, remembering the day he found 7-year-old Coreen holding a crying Felix kitten.
In that moment, Tyros had asked Coreen about his parents. The response was heartbreaking. Monsters had taken them, and he had been living off scraps. Coreen had found the kitten in a trash can and refused to leave it behind. Moved by her compassion, Tyros took the kitten from her. He promised Coreen that she would never have to scavenge again, and that they would both grow strong together.
Tyros opened his eyes to see Aris, his adopted daughter, smiling warmly at him from the comms station. “Brother, I want to retire. I want to find something to do on the planet,” she murmured, pulling her attention away from the vast space view outside the window.
“Feeling a bit sick, are we?” Coreen asked, concern creeping into his voice. “It’s common after light speed jumps, but I can’t ignore how you get sick every single time. We won’t be going on any space missions until I find a better comms officer, There’s plenty of adventure waiting for us on Jistoa.”
Tyros let out a soft chuckle, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “So they really did it,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. “The Gattalian Empire tried to take Avalon again, but my old friend Fredvan Sammet and his talented protégé, Zakary Osbourne, stood strong. With the Avalon Navy and other respected Adventurer's Guilds like Aperture and the Butchers backing them, they sent Gattal’s small army packing, forcing them back to Gattalia.”
Coreen’s face transformed from worry to pride as he took in Tyros’s news. “That’s fantastic! Fredvan is a legend, and Zakary’s reputation is on the rise. Korana has some of the best allies in Avalon. Their strength will hold the Empire off for a while longer.”
Aris nodded eagerly, her ears perked up. “I can’t wait to see Vanyssa and Sera. It feels like ages since we were all together.”
“Absolutely,” Tyros replied, puffing on his cigar thoughtfully. “You’ll reunite soon. It’ll be the perfect opportunity to reconnect and celebrate our victories. You’ll both have the chance to catch up—and maybe stir up a bit of trouble along the way.”
The excitement in the room was palpable. The thought of gathering with friends brought a warmth to their hearts.
Fredvan Sammet’s courage and Zakary Osbourne’s skill had turned the tide. Their victory over Gattal was more than just a battle; it was a testament to the strength of their alliances.
Coreen felt a surge of hope for the future. He knew that with such allies, Avalon could face whatever challenges lay ahead.
As they talked, plans began to form. The idea of celebrating together ignited a spark of joy. The thought of laughter and shared stories filled the air, driving away any lingering shadows of doubt.
Coreen grinned, the thrill of adventure reigniting within him. “Trouble sounds just about right. Let’s make the most of our time here. After all, who knows what awaits us beyond these walls?”
As they prepared to disembark, the air was filled with the sweet anticipation of homecoming. The trio shared stories of past exploits and future hopes, their bond as strong as ever.
Aris's skin began to regain its healthy glow. The good news had clearly lifted her spirits.
"I'm feeling much better now. And I’m really hungry!" she said, springing up with energy. She headed toward the galley, excitement in her steps.
"Oh, and Vanyssa just sent another email. She’s coming to pick us up from the space center, bro," she added, her enthusiasm evident.
"That’s great news, Aris. We’ll be home soon," Coreen replied, matching her excitement. "It’ll take her about six hours to drive here. She should arrive just in time for our descent from the space elevator."
As they got closer to Jistoa, the landscape transformed. Greenery spread out before them, marking a stark contrast to the grey expanse of Korana, their sprawling hometown.
The sight of Jistoa’s lushness was a welcome change, from the emptiness of space.
Coreen couldn’t help but smile as he thought about the reunion. Vanyssa would be there soon, and they’d finally be back on solid ground.
Anticipation filled the air as they continued their journey. The thought of home made the long wait worthwhile.
As the Excelsior approached Jistoa's outer moon, it made a close sweep by Arcturis. This small moon presented a calm blue surface, marked by numerous craters. Arcturis honored a crew member from the Alpha generation droids, who had been vital in transporting humanity from Earth to Jistoa thirteen centuries ago.
About an hour later, the spacecraft flew past Hana. This moon was home to a small mining colony. Its surface shimmered in a soft pink hue, also marred with craters. Notably, Hana featured areas with gas geysers, which erupted into the vast void of space, creating a dynamic spectacle.
The Excelsior then turned its attention to Zela. This moon carried a menacing presence, its yellow regolith casting an unsettling vibe. Zela was notorious as the prison of Nire, a cruel tyrant from another dimension. The tale goes that Erin Reinhardt, the founder of Korana, pursued Nire and made the ultimate sacrifice to entrap him within the moon’s molten core.
This journey through the moons revealed much about their histories. Each moon held stories that connected to humanity's past. Arcturis reminded the crew of their origins, while Hana represented the ongoing struggle for resources in a new world. Zela, however, served as a grim reminder of the dangers lurking beyond their reality.
The significance of these moons extended beyond their surfaces. They were symbols of humanity's journey and the challenges faced along the way. Each crater told a story, each eruption signified life, and each shadow hinted at danger.
As the Excelsior continued its passage, the crew reflected on their mission. They carried the weight of history on their shoulders. The names of these moons were etched in the annals of time, reminders of sacrifices and triumphs. The crew's resolve strengthened with every passing moment.
In the end, the moons were not just celestial bodies; they were part of a narrative that shaped their existence. The journey was a testament to resilience, hope, and the enduring spirit of humanity. The stars above bore witness to their story, as they ventured deeper into the unknown.
Zela's presence sent a chill through Coreen. He glanced nervously at the depths below. “It’s unsettling to think about the darkness hidden beneath that surface,” he remarked, his voice betraying his anxiety. Tyros gave a solemn nod. “It serves as a reminder of the struggles and sacrifices made to protect our world. But we mustn’t linger on the past; our future awaits!”
With one last look at the foreboding moon, the crew of the Excelsior shifted their focus to their destination. The vibrant city of Korana emerged on the horizon. Its towering spires and bright lights pulsed with life, promising the energy of bustling streets below. Coreen's heart raced at the sight. “Homeward bound,” he announced, feeling the thrill of adventure surge within him.
As the ship maneuvered through the docking process, excitement filled the air. This homecoming marked the start of a new chapter for the crew. Gazing out the window, they took in the impressive sight of the space elevator that stretched from Jistoa’s surface into the cosmos. In the distance, the massive star Dorial grew larger as they approached.
Nearby, the Wasteland of Molten Lead, Lednebula, drifted by. Its molten surface and peculiar egg shape were the result of its perilous orbit around the star. Pilot Molly expertly guided the ship toward an available port on the bustling space station. The landing gear deployed smoothly, and the vessel came to a gentle halt inside the hangar.
Eager to step onto solid ground after their long journey, the crew disembarked with enthusiasm. Leading the charge was Aris, who, in a playful gesture, dropped to her hands and knees and kissed the cold steel floor upon arrival. The moment was a light-hearted celebration of their return and the adventures that lay ahead.
Kyler started unloading the cargo, activating a pair of floating towbots to transport the large crates of treasure. Meanwhile, Tyros and the rest of the crew waited, eager to continue their journey home.
As they navigated through the bustling space station filled with knights and workers, they finally arrived at the Erin Reinhardt Memorial space elevator. Preparing for the descent to the planet's surface, they joined about forty other travelers for the slow ride down.
The elevator's deliberate pace was critical. It helped avoid a serious health risk known as the stellar bends, which could occur if the descent was too rapid. Despite the tense atmosphere created by the knights, the crew remained focused for the lengthy trip ahead.
As the descent dragged on, it felt like they were traveling for nearly an hour. Aris, filled with excitement, reached for her phone and turned it on.
"Finally, I can start uploading all the footage from our space battles!" she said, her enthusiasm evident as she began sharing multiple videos on Everyonetube and other platforms.
The anticipation of sharing their adventures brought a sense of relief amidst the tension. Each video represented a story, a moment frozen in time, ready to connect with others.
As the elevator continued its slow journey, the crew shared glances, each one aware of the challenges they faced and the victories they achieved.
They were not just travelers; they were part of a larger narrative, one that would soon be shared with the world.
As she watched the first video finish uploading, Coreen examined the footage. It was slightly shaky, but the clarity was sufficient, especially when the camera peeked out from her pocket. A thrilling moment unfolded on the screen: she crept up on a Reptilian Zeta and swiftly sliced its throat with a dagger. The creature collapsed, bleeding out, while Coreen executed a precise beheading of another Zeta using one of his long white plasma sabers.
Before another adversary could close in, Coreen reacted fluidly, driving his other saber into the assailant's chest. He maintained a calm demeanor throughout, as the camera caught the headless body crumpling to the ground, the neck cauterized from the saber’s heat. The video continued, showcasing their high-stakes battle—explosions punctuated the air as Kyler sliced a Zeta cleanly in half with his great sword, while Tyros triumphed in a sword fight, leaving his opponent to bleed out. Their swift maneuvers and clever tactics led them to victory.
Aris couldn’t help but grin as she watched the view count climb. Her excitement was contagious, and laughter echoed among the crew, a testament to the camaraderie that had seen them through numerous challenges. As the elevator descended deeper into Jistoa, their anticipation heightened. Each passing second brought them closer to their friends and the vibrant life of their home city.
The elevator finally came to a stop. The doors opened, and a wave of sound rushed in. The concourse of Korana bustled with energy. Cheers and laughter filled the air as they stepped onto the platform. The sights and sounds felt familiar yet thrilling.
They exchanged determined looks, ready for their next adventure. They would face whatever challenges lay ahead together.
“Look at all the new faces!” Molly exclaimed, her gaze sweeping across the crowd. “I love the diversity here.”
“Every face has a story,” Tyros replied, adjusting his cutlass. “Let’s make sure we add our own.”
Just then, Coreen spotted someone waving excitedly. “There’s Vanyssa!” he shouted, his heart lifting at the sight of his beloved.
Among the crowd, they noticed an orange-haired woman with freckled skin, decorated with an array of tattoos. Some tattoos were intricately designed upside down, showcasing her talent as an artist. She wore a black T-shirt, stylish blue acid-washed jeans, and clean white sneakers.
She sprang to her feet and dashed toward Coreen. He opened his arms wide. “Vanny baby!” he called out, filled with joy. She leaped into his embrace, knocking him to the ground. Her cheeks flushed with emotion.
“Coreen!” she huffed, clearly annoyed as they landed. Tears welled in her eyes as she delivered a sharp slap to his face, leaving a red mark. “You were gone for nine long months, leaving me alone while you had adventures in space!”
Coreen chuckled, rubbing his cheek with a playful grin. “I missed you too, but you know it’s all part of the job!” he replied, trying to lighten the mood.
Vanyssa let out a dramatic sigh, her face softening. “Those boxes better hold a lot of treasure!” she said, her annoyance fading into curiosity.
Coreen pointed to a nearby large box with his thumb. “You mean this treasure?” he asked.
“Let’s see what you brought back!” Vanyssa replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The crew gathered around, eager to reveal their latest finds and share the stories behind each item. The air was thick with anticipation as they prepared to open the crate.
Kyler nodded, then confidently pressed a button on the box's control panel. The door slid open with a smooth sound, revealing a stunning sight. A mountain of riches spilled out before them—glimmering gold, shining silver, and gleaming platinum. Rare space metals, including Orichalcum and Cobalt, cascaded from within.
Amid the treasure, they found precious Adamantium and elusive Mythril, along with a sea of gold coins, an assortment of beautiful jewelry, and bags overflowing with colorful, sparkling gems. Vanyssa's azure eyes widened in disbelief. She stumbled back, nearly losing her footing, until Coreen caught her. Overwhelmed, she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek.
“I’ve never seen so much treasure before,” she breathed, and Coreen lifted her effortlessly into his arms.
“That’s a sight worth coming home for!” Molly chimed in, her excitement palpable as she leaned closer to the treasures.
“Just think of all the gadgets we could create with this!” Coreen said, his gaze meeting Vanyssa’s. “You mentioned a surprise?”
“Yes, Sera is waiting at home with it. Don’t worry, you’ll see soon,” Vanyssa replied, a playful smile dancing on her lips.
As Coreen carried Vanyssa from the Space Complex to the parking lot, the crew followed closely, buzzing with excitement about the treasure. Kyler lagged a bit, making sure the box was tightly sealed again. “Just think,” he said, a grin spreading across his face, “we could buy a whole fleet of ships with this!”
“And some new outfits for ourselves!” Aris added, already lost in her thoughts. “Or maybe a vacation on a luxury space liner!” Tyros chimed in, his eyes sparkling with dreams.
“Hold on,” Coreen interrupted as he gently set Vanyssa down. “Let’s focus on getting the treasure home first. I’m a bit worn out from space travel.”
They approached Vanyssa’s faded green minivan. A baby car seat in the middle row hinted at a surprise. As the crew loaded the box onto a flatbed truck, Vanyssa climbed out of Coreen's lap and secured her seatbelt in the minivan. The others did the same, fastening themselves in.
“Homeward bound!” Aris shouted, her excitement palpable. Molly pressed a button on the steering wheel, starting the van. They followed the flatbed into the bustling city. The highway allowed for speed, but the journey felt endless. Soon, both Kyler and Tyros were asleep.
Vanyssa entered a softly lit room nearby, and Coreen followed her, discovering a beautifully decorated nursery. In the room, a black-haired baby girl entertained herself by skillfully manipulating a bottle of milk and a pacifier floating them in the air with her little hands. Upon noticing Vanyssa, the baby eagerly dropped her floating toys and reached out her arms.
Just before reaching Starset, they parked in a garage designed for seven cars. They slid in next to a flatbed truck, where towbots were busy unloading a large box. Inside the guild’s 14-story skyscraper, their home felt small amid the towering buildings that surrounded it. Those giants loomed high, overflowing with billions in Korana.
Once they arrived, Coreen assisted Vanyssa out of the vehicle. Together, they guided the crew inside. Upon entering, Vanyssa acknowledged Zoe, a timid woman with mousey brown hair and a face dotted with freckles. Zoe’s glowing blue eyes were glued to her computer as she typed rapidly.
Coreen dropped Kyler's Ledger onto Zoe's desk, pulling her from her focus. “Go through this, Zoe. We have a lot of treasure to sort through. Just a few pieces are marked in the ledger. Let’s get them sold.”
“Of course, boss. I’m on it,” Zoe replied, adjusting her lensless glasses before flipping through the pages of the ledger. Her eyes widened in surprise. “Just wait until you see the surprise. You’re going to be shocked!” Vanyssa said as she placed a gentle hand on Coreen's shoulder, her enthusiasm infectious. In guild matters, Guildmaster Tyros had the final say, with Coreen as his chosen successor.
They moved through the lobby, which had minimal decor, and headed for the elevator that would take them to the thirteenth floor where the guild hall awaited. The vault, however, was located in the basement, on floor negative one.
As they stepped into the guild hall, the enticing smell of roast loper and steamed vegetables welcomed them. A woman with striking black hair, warm brown skin, and bright brown eyes emerged from the kitchen. Dressed in a lovely blue dress and an apron, her smile lit the room as she approached Kyler.
With a playful sparkle in her eyes, she embraced him, causing him to tumble to the floor. She showered his face with affectionate kisses. “Smells divine, my love,” Kyler said, grinning at her. Sera responded with a teasing smile, “It’s not quite dinosaur, but it’ll do just fine.”
Coreen and Vanyssa entered a nursery filled with decorations. Vanyssa's voice rang out, “That’s right, Abigail, Mommy’s home! And I’ve got a surprise for you—meet your daddy!” She approached and gently lifted the baby into her arms.
Coreen’s heart swelled as he held his daughter for the first time, staring into her eyes. “Baby Abigail. Welcome to the family,” he said, warmth radiating from him. He noticed her striking purple eyes. “Interesting color. Quite rare,” he remarked, just as Abigail let out a delighted squeal.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant, Vanny?”
Vanyssa's smile was soft but tinged with a hint of regret. “I didn’t find out until two months after you left the planet. By then, you were out of reach,” she replied. She watched Abigail as the baby’s irises and pupils flickered, causing Coreen to lift off the ground briefly until her gaze returned to normal. Abigail nestled into Coreen’s chest.
“Pretty advanced for a few months old,” Coreen observed, a sense of pride swelling within him. “We might have a genius on our hands.”
“Really though, why didn’t you tell me before I left?” he pressed.
“Well, you’re the mind reader,” Vanyssa answered playfully, her eyes sparkling with a mix of joy and mischief.
“I don't invade the thoughts of my allies or loved ones,” Coreen declared as Vanyssa softly cradled the baby, who instantly relaxed against her.
“What about friends?” Vanyssa probed.
“Coreen Draal doesn't hold onto friends for long. They have a tendency to die…” he replied, his tone flat.
“If it’s not the dangers of space travel, it’s the aliens—the Zeta Reticulans, the Greys, and countless others we might face. Even Earthlings who emerged from the wormhole but went the opposite way,” he lamented.
“Yes, the life of a space pirate,” Vanyssa acknowledged as they stepped out of the nursery, with baby Abigail still nestled in her father’s arms.
Meanwhile, Kyler was finishing the last of the table settings. Sera and Aris were ushering everyone into the dining room. They placed a cheerful Abigail in her high chair, a splash of baby food on her tray, before joining the others at the table.
The air filled with mouthwatering scents as Sera and Aris unveiled a stunning spread of dishes. The sight of the feast drew gasps of admiration from all present.
Aris couldn't hide her excitement as she expertly carved a piece of the delicious roast loper and placed it on her plate. The main course was accompanied by creamy mashed potatoes, rich loper gravy, and warm slices of freshly baked rye bread.
After everyone filled their plates, they took a moment to say grace. Tyros, his beard speckled with bits of savory reptile and gravy, managed to praise Sera’s cooking in between mouthfuls. Baby Abigail giggled at the sight, causing Tyros to lean in with a grin and suggest she call him "Grandad." His smile brightened the room.
Meanwhile, Coreen and Vanyssa struggled to eat as Abigail playfully made their forks dance away from them. Once the meal concluded, Sera carried Abigail to the nursery. Within moments, the little girl was fast asleep.
Across the street, on a narrow ledge, stood Azreal. This bald man was completely wrapped in bandages and wore a striking imperial uniform. His polished black boots and sleek slacks complemented the rich burgundy shirt adorned with shining medals. He was a formidable mage, known for his sand magic—a fierce combination of energies drawn from the Wind and Earth schools.
As he targeted his next victim, Azreal began to dissolve into a storm of swirling sand, disappearing from sight with practiced ease.
Before the sun rose, Coreen was jolted awake by his phone's relentless ringing. Still bleary-eyed, he answered and learned that Avalon had sent him a new contract. His mission was straightforward: find the imperial airship, The Gattal, and capture its captain, Bertrand Ukdrand. Bertrand was a necromancer who had recently been revealed as a double agent for the empire.
As Coreen and Molly got ready to leave, they were unexpectedly confronted by Kyler, Aris, and Tyros. Aris and Tyros sported matching backpacks. Tyros paused and questioned their plans. “You’re not planning to go out alone, are you?” he asked, activating the ripcord on his armor. The suit quickly assembled around his aging body, wrapping him in a horned helmet that concealed his kind eyes behind a glass visor.
“It’s too dangerous, Dad. Molly and I should handle this ourselves. I can’t risk any of you. You’re my family,” Coreen said, frustration rising in his voice.
“Of course it’s dangerous, pup! That’s why we’re stronger together,” Tyros countered, rallying the group. “Now, what’s the guild mantra? Everyone!”
“Where we go, we go together! We are The Misfits of Korana! The Rogues!” they shouted in unison.
“With that in mind, we should be back before dinner!” Coreen said, a confident smirk crossing his face.
The five friends climbed to the rooftop where Tyros' personal airship, the Track Hawk, awaited them. Once aboard, they took their positions. Molly took the helm, and the airship lifted off into the sky. They set their course east ward, aiming to reach Gattalia and catch Bertrand off guard.