Planet Eon-13, Restricted Jump Point.
Kyle wasn’t sure about their timetable.
They had six hours after traveling for two, yet his boss was adamant about going.
"Captain, is this really alright?" He asked, despite knowing the answer. But he ought to keep at it as the only remaining voice of reason in this group.
What if, one day, he woke up as crazy as the other members?
And as expected, he got a side-eye.
"I can send you somewhere farther if that’s what you want." Xavier deadpanned. And Kyle figured that was this hour’s limit.
So, he decided to just follow. And what else could he do when they’ve already crossed the threshold?
They already broke protocol.
To clarify, it’s not like they weren’t allowed to be in there; it’s more like they were only allowed with a full escort.
But who would have predicted that one day they’d hold with them something that would make rule-breaking worthwhile?
Certainly not Kyle, and probably not even the Prince, who wasn’t even supposed to survive today.
But then there’s Jax. And maybe that’s why they were lucky enough to reach this point.
Which was the afternoon after getting the containment cubes.
Now, that was a hair-raising moment even for him, who had resigned himself to an early grave.
However, more surprising things arose as Xavier, the maniac, didn’t waste any time and hightailed to the closest contaminated planet.
His argument was the lack of time, and to be fair, they really had to get back before curfew.
Because the warden never gave a shit whether one was some dignitary or a member of the Imperial family.
And if even the Emperor warns you of someone, you listen.
So, here they were, choosing to offend the protocol to avoid the warden.
Their only consolation?
The lack of guilt. Empire’s survival and all of that.
But maybe that was for him because he was sure their Captain had a different agenda.
Sure, in the end, it was to save everyone, but for right now, it was definitely to please his wife.
But Kyle was not going to say anything. The new boss was definitely easier to get along with and gave out naps that even the workaholic Prince couldn’t ignore.
Hallelujah!
And there really wasn’t any time to ponder when they were about to walk into the nearest contaminated wasteland for the sake of love.
ROAAAAR!
How convenient.
On this planet that has been abandoned for decades, hearing such deep, guttural roars would’ve sent most passers-by backtracking, but Xavier could only be thankful for the time-saving grace.
Jax cursed, gripping at the cube as a twisted, hulking beast emerged from the ruins—a creature warped beyond recognition, its flesh riddled with jagged protrusions of obsidian-like corruption. Its eyes gleamed with sickly violet light, and when it inhaled, the surrounding air seemed to wither in response.
"Test subject one," Kyle murmured just as the corrupted beast lunged.
"Now." Ordered Xavier as he moved in a blur, sidestepping the charge and slamming his blade into the creature’s side, not to kill—but to drive it toward the containment cube placed by Jax.
The response was instantaneous.
The cube unfolded in a cascade of shifting panels, expanding like a forcefield trap—an invisible pull locking onto the creature.
Energy surged through the ground, siphoning the corruption into the containment unit.
For a second, it resisted, thrashing violently, shrieking with a sound that made their bones vibrate.
The cube pulsed once, then twice—then snapped shut, sealing the beast within.
Silence followed.
Jax exhaled a slow whistle. "Woah!"
[PURIFICATION SEQUENCE STARTING]
A low hum resonated through the room, followed by a sharp crack of energy snapping through the chamber.
[Status: Completed – 75% Full]
[CP: 9,000 CP]
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