Eve squad. Nomad briefing room.
"There is no way into the chamber. We don't know where it is located."
"Decoy labs and research facilities, we never know which one's are are the real ones."
"It's Almira Galaxy, everything is hostile."
"Besides Razmos… he rules Almira, you can't do anything without his permission."
"Mira's, message Razmos. Give him bite of our Intel. Tell him I want to see him."
Then Eve briefs the squad with her plan.
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Eve meets Razmos at his spaceship.
"The Alta Seralos is a time ticking bomb, they are not just criminals. They are Thelarian breed. Besides, don't you wanna be boss anymore?"
"Almira is my Galaxy, mine."
"They are growing beyond your control, and once they have the Ivyme's Core—"
"Whatever you need."
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Eve was walking through the traps through the caves in the the Talcros mountain, when suddenly, an electric web wrapped her. Strange looking aliens apprehend her. They had eyes on their face and shoulder, human-like, but tentacles arising from their backs.
When Eve gains consciousness, trapped in a crystal pod. Naked. Her arms and legs are bound by nanofiber electric bindings. She could see her clothes and Exosuit through the crystal glass, decorated for examination, dissection, study. .
She opened her mouth. A small robot crawled out and reached a trigger device implanted on her temporal lobe. A sudden burst of electrical charge.
Eve was Xenomorphic.
After ten seconds, she was in the same lab. Pod broken. Disfigured alien corpses laid in the room, many with missing limbs.
Xenomorphosis was receding.
Eve went to the table, picked up her clothes, and extracted comm and visor from Exosuit. And comm-ed Mira. "Eve Online."
Her voice reverberated in Nomad like a sea breeze in the desert. The entire command console cheered with joy.
"Mira reporting. The squad was deployed. But they are taking heavy fire, surrounded. SoulDrifter is gone. Squad cornered. Providing air support but we are taking heavy damage both in the sky and on the ground."
"Understood. Location."
"Sending to your HUD now."
Her visor showed her squad barely surviving. Heavy fire from all sides in the desert settlement, just outside the Talcros mountain.
"Connect me."
"Jax."
"Good to hear your voice, Commander."
"Retreat to containers, climb the cranes."
"Roger."
Eve turned around to leave after taking her gun and saber out of the Exosuit. She looked back at the suit. "Anya is going to be very mad."
Now her piercing eyes focused at the door as she kicked it open.
Dr. Salam chimed in, "That short burst Xeno-trigger worked."
She strode through the corridor for exit. Visor pinged a 4D visual map on the corner of the holographic UI. "Love, added tools doc."
"Your systems are all Normal. Now you can go xeno normally."
Eve, clenched her teeth as she watched her team pinned down, "I won't be needing xeno," she kicking open a blast door with a deafening clang, entering a huge balcony. Below, thousands of Xeletons looked up, stirred, eyes fixated on her.
Salam, "you sure?"
"Just send me the map to the nearest craft."
Targets marked on HUD. She jumps into the hall.
Her fists and kicks hammering bones. Xeletons had hard bone structure that could sustain tonnes of weight without breaking.
But each punch Eve packed was like a train hitting a cardboard.
The lab-like space reverberated with snapping bones, splattering gore, symphony of havoc. All the battle noises you can imagine.
The crowd however got enormous. At one point, dozens of Xeletons pinned her down, piled upon Eve. She couldn't move.
On a giant deck screen, Mira and Salam watched Eve's live feed, mouths agape. Mira grinned, hand on Salam's shoulder. "I love the heap breaker."
The staff in command center watched in awe.
Electricity crackled. Next, meat and bones slushed away like pikes and clothes falling out of a tornado. She emerged with a saber out and flowed through the hall like a tempest.
Mira buzzed her comm, "let me send Fighters to back up extraction boogie. Pilots ready. On your signal."
"No use. The planetary air defenses are too strong."
The hall was clear in under two minutes.
Her hard beathing voice comm-ed.
"Mira!"
"The garden's to the left. Leads to the hyperspace drive core chamber—the main science lab."
HUD enhanced new routes.
Her pace doubled. Xeletons flooded in the garden from all entrances. Her gun clacked. Solid mercury rounds loaded. Headshot counts begin.
They barely touched her… couldn't even break her momentum.
Her attention was focused on tracking her team on the visor. The corner holographed a 4D map of the roof opening showing a medium sized vessel stationed nearby. On the other corner, the map of the core chamber containing Ivyme's device.
Eve's eyes focused the chamber map, it zoomed a little, changed its color from glowing green blueprints to purple, and added more details.
"Jax, ETA fifteen minutes."
HUD clock started counting.
"Take your time, Commander."
But Eve could see the squad was in serious trouble.
Eve's legs grew more muscles, her thighs, calves and hips expanded, upper torso swelled. She looked like she-hulk. Nanites crawled out of the cell to add a supportive layer where her clothes were ripped with wounds.
She vaulted into the air, shattering the glass door and hurtling into a wide corridor. Visor calculated her path, hundreds of hostiles, trajectory, speed, and interference of objects in the path. The purple map now showed a radiating Neon red outline of her way points, with time in millisecond accuracy on each step along the path.
HUD clock: 02.18.33
All this while her gun fired independently, she moved like a hunter's fury but appeared like a ballerina dancing in an opera hall.
Like a blur, she crawled on walls, slid under, jumped over and speared through her enemies.
She finally reached the core chamber door.
Clock: 05.09.46
Inside, the scientists dropped gear and reached for weapons. Her eyes scanned for one that looked like their lab chief, head scientist or something. Her visor tagged one in the corner holding a fusion tube and datapad. Her gun clacked. Non-explosive hypermetallic piercing rounds.
Fifteen seconds later, he was the only one alive. She grabbed his neck, dragged him across the floor and pressed his face against the scanner on the door.
His throat groaned alien curses. Eve's visor translated, "Let me go."
The scanning beeped. She slammed his head against the scanner again, breaking the scanner and his skull. One Xalaton scientist alive meant the whole thing all over again.
She darted inside. From her pocket she produced a hacking interface and plugged it in. On her other hand, nanites formed a needle. She injected it into a module. Hacking proceeded on multiple fronts—local drive, physical line, wireless. Nine and a half seconds. She snatched the drive and bolted for the roof.
Her visor interface showed injured Anya, operating a magnet energy sniper, Axel and Hannah shooting pulse rifles, Jax using a huge payload machine gun, and Kai operating an air drone. Vayne trudged behind Jax, injured and unable to fight. The 300-foot metal crane/container mass trembled under heavy bombardment—its frame groaned in warning. "I need a bigger team," Eve muttered.
Eve's eyes shifted on the visor a little, the interplanetary vessel map now turned purple, integrating all the calculations and way points.
The vessel map shifted purple, recalculating waypoints. Timer a—7:15.59. She reached an antigravity lift. A smooth ride shot her 100 floors upward. Timer: 9:55.29. She emerged in a roofless hall, 50 m across, 500 m to the top opening. Walls encrypted historical records of the Xeleton nation.
She'd left her Exosuit behind—no boosters for now: too close to battlefield, too risky of hyperxeno relapse. Timer flicked: 10:43.02.
She took off—running on walls in a whirlwind. In one smooth, powerful motion she spiraled upward like a bolt unscrewing. She burst through the opening, dropped 100 feet, and landed atop the Xeleton spacecraft.
Cockpit. Lift off. Full throttle… 11:24.67 minutes.
"Hannah, prepare for evac!"
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She hovered over the platform, the team surged in, Jax and Kai provided backup fire. Hannah helped Vayne. Axel provided metallic cover as they took Vayne into the ship. Vayne could barely walk but team spirit and situation knocked some energy into him.
Axel took over the pilot seat, Eve moved out. The ship fired bombs and missiles in every direction.
"Eve! The probability of you making out without xenomode is 33.4%," Axel on comm.
Jax vaulted into the tail gate—sweaty, dirt-streaked, guns blazing.
"Give them hell, Commander!" he shouted.
"Axel, take them home." She lept.
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300 foot drop. Ground trembles. Eve's blade crackled electricity. Gun out, explosive laser rounds.
Thousands of Xeletons, mechs marched towards her. Sharp daylight. Desert. Smoky, dusty sky, mild wind. Thunder!
She was the thunder. Hell broke loose. Like a squadron of Slayers have been summoned from Doom fantasy.
She kept moving towards her the Talcros mountain which looked like a megastructural machine, covered in metal.
She headed back to the cave she was abducted from just a day ago.
Eve's outfit was completely ripped off by slashes, bullets and laser damage. Torso all bare. Bottom, half vanished. She was covered in blood, nanityes and sweat.
In her fury mode her consciousness flickered, dipping in and out as her xeno kept flickering between 58-63 percent. Xenomode was somehow trying to recalibrate to her struggle to stay conscious, providing all the fire power and beast she needed to unleash on her enemies. Like xeno was working overtime to help her even when it couldn't take over her mind. Xeletons kept coming at her but she washed through the crowd like a phoenix.
Eve found the Ivyme's core. Takes the module's heart out. Races back to up to the top. She comm-ed Mira.
"Exosuit inbound," Mira affirmed.
A capsule hit the ground. She opened it. A new Exosuit was inside. She suited up and used the jet to fly into the sky.
A Nomad vessel was closing in. But it was shot before she could reach it. She aimed for space, hypersonic. Enemy fighters, dog-fighting her. Support team providing cover fire. Complete Mayhem in the sky. Then suddenly a Xeleton ship opened the tail door for her. She dropped inside. It was her team. They never left.
Eve went to the cockpit to check on Vayne. Hannah was piloting. Axel bandaged Vayne.
Eve looked at the windshield of the ship, outside. The sky was on fire. Many varieties of fighter space jets. Hundreds of Huge Nomad grade ships.
When suad left the orbit and reached a safe distance, all the friendly ships fired huge missiles towards Alta Seralos. Fire and ash crawled the entire surface of the planet. And slowly Alta Seralos began to fall apart. Fighters took care of the rogue jets.