Darkorbit — Uber Protegit

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.

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 . darkorbit uber protegit

"Your old life was a single pixel," the voice said. "We will teach you to paint with galaxies." The pirates surrendered

the voice replied, "you learn why you were chosen. There are older things than pirates, Kael-3. And they are waking up." A vessel so sleek, so impossibly black, it

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?"

Then they found him.