Absolute Cheater

The invaders or rathe the competitors in the vast expanse of space are two planets, they are Cometis and Negukir, each with its own specialty. However, one thing they share is that both planets are ruled by a single dominant species.

On the Negukir planet, governance lies in the hands of the Kirians, a formidable four-armed race. Kirians possess immense strength, and every member of their species is born with a single elemental affinity, which they master to extraordinary levels. Their society revolves around this elemental prowess, with each Kirian honing their abilities from a young age.

In contrast, the Cometis planet is primarily dominated by the Metis race. The Metis are humanoid but far more advanced compared to Earth's humans. Each Metis individual is born with a unique innate ability, often tied to illusion or transformation. These powers, combined with their superior intellect and technological advancements, make them a force to be reckoned with.

Both races are incredibly different, yet their mastery over their respective specialties places them among the most powerful forces in the galaxy.

In the vast expanse of space, the planets Negukir and Cometis are the closest to Volarisa, a thriving hub world. This proximity has fostered intense competition among these three worlds, as each strives for dominance in trade, resources, and influence.

There was once a fourth planet in this region, but it was long ago conquered by the Cometis. This lost planet served as a beacon of hope and refuge for numerous displaced races, such as the Bestman and others. Fleeing the rule of the Cometis, these races sought shelter on Volarisa, creating a melting pot of cultures and tensions as they tried to rebuild their lives far from their conquered homeland.

The history of this conquest and the resulting migration continues to shape the dynamics of the region. While Negukir and Cometis vie for supremacy, Volarisa's diverse population, bolstered by its influx of refugees, has given it an edge as a powerful neutral ground in this galactic rivalry.

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At the outpost, preparations for the mission were in full swing under Rylen's command. Orders were issued, and the area buzzed with focused activity as every member of the team prepared for the challenges ahead. Meanwhile, Asher withdrew to the training grounds, determined to hone his skills for the critical task.

As he practiced, his thoughts drifted momentarily to the academy and the friends he'd left behind. Memories of Freya surfaced, especially their final kiss. A faint smile crossed his face before it vanished as he pushed the sentiment aside. There was no time for distraction now—only the mission mattered.

By nightfall, the squad gathered at the teleportation circle, their lightweight combat gear glinting faintly in the dim light. The outpost was eerily silent, the weight of what lay ahead pressing on them. Rylen stood nearby, his voice steady as he offered his parting words. "Good luck, Young Master. May the stars guide your way."

Asher stepped forward, his confidence unwavering. "We'll return victorious," he replied, his tone resolute.

In a blinding flash of light, the team disappeared, leaving the safety of the outpost behind. They materialized in a dense, alien forest, its oppressive atmosphere thick with the unfamiliar energy of an enemy world. The mission had begun.

Asher raised a hand, signaling the group to move silently through the undergrowth. The forest was alive with strange noises, and every shadow seemed to conceal a threat. Yet, Asher felt no fear—only a sharp, focused determination.

Their target was the Metis Outpost, a vital stronghold governed by the powerful Metis race. The invaders they faced were known for their insatiable greed and ruthless tactics, claiming dominance over resources and territories wherever they went. To them, the vast expanse of space was theirs to conquer by right.

This relentless ambition was the very force that had crushed the Beastman race, subjugating their world and reducing its inhabitants to refugees. Many had fled to Volarisa, a haven of unity and resilience, but now the invaders had set their sights on it—a thriving world of diverse cultures and displaced peoples.

The looming battle for Volarisa carried enormous stakes. For its defenders, this fight was not merely about survival but about preserving their freedom and defying the forces that sought to claim the galaxy for themselves.

The dense forest offered both cover and challenges as Asher and his squad advanced cautiously. Every step was measured, every sound scrutinized, as they moved deeper into enemy territory. The faint hum of distant machinery indicated they were closing in on the Metis Outpost.

Asher gestured for the team to halt and crouched low, scanning their surroundings. His eyes, sharpened by years of training and natural aptitude, picked out faint trails—evidence of recent Metis patrols. He motioned silently, directing his team to split into smaller groups to encircle the area.

Emily, ever vigilant, stayed at his side. She whispered, "Their defenses are likely layered. The Metis wouldn't leave such a crucial outpost vulnerable."

Asher nodded. "Agreed. Stay sharp. We'll scout their perimeter first before making any moves."

The squad spread out, their stealth training paying off as they melted into the shadows of the forest. Asher and Emily moved along a narrow path, their senses on high alert. Soon, they came upon a vantage point overlooking the Metis Outpost.

The structure was a blend of organic and mechanical design, its metallic walls glimmering faintly under artificial lights. Defensive turrets and sentry drones patrolled the perimeter, while holographic barriers shimmered intermittently, revealing the strength of their technological superiority.

Emily analyzed the scene, her voice low but steady. "The turrets are on automated cycles. If we time it right, we can slip past. But the drones are unpredictable."

Asher considered her words. "We'll need a distraction. Have one team draw their attention while another disables the drones. Once the defenses are down, we move in quickly."

The plan was relayed through hand signals and quiet whispers. The squad executed their roles with precision. A small team triggered a disturbance near the far edge of the outpost, drawing the turrets and drones away momentarily. Meanwhile, another team worked swiftly to disable the drones, using EMP charges to neutralize their circuits.

As the defenses faltered, Asher led the charge, his squad breaching the perimeter with practiced efficiency. The first wave of Metis soldiers, alerted by the disruption, emerged to confront them. These weren't ordinary soldiers—they moved with unnatural speed and coordination, their illusionary abilities creating confusion on the battlefield.

Asher's voice cut through the chaos. "Focus on their real forms! The illusions are distractions!"