Then he decloaked.
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.
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. darkorbit uber protegit
And his real test was only beginning.
"Your old life was a single pixel," the voice said. "We will teach you to paint with galaxies." Then he decloaked
The pirates surrendered. The convoy passed unharmed. And Kael, the miner who was nothing, sat in the heart of the most powerful ship in the galaxy.
the voice replied, "you learn why you were chosen. There are older things than pirates, Kael-3. And they are waking up." No crew
He leaned back. The Uber Protegit hummed contentedly around him.
A vessel so sleek, so impossibly black, it seemed to drink the starlight. It descended without a sound, its hull shimmering with a liquid-metal iridescence that hurt to look at. A single, pale beam lanced out, enveloping Kael’s ship. He didn’t feel fear. He felt… chosen .