Darkorbit Uber - Protegit

The Maw tried to flee. Kael smiled. He pointed his bow at its engine nacelles and whispered, "Rust."

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 Chronos Lance charged with a sound like a dying star. He aimed not at the Maw of Vengeance , but at the asteroid field behind it. The lance struck a century-old rock. In one second, that rock experienced a billion years. It collapsed into a microscopic black hole, then evaporated in a blast of Hawking radiation that cracked the shields of every pirate ship in a ten-kilometer radius.

Kael had been a miner. A nobody. His battered Leonov freighter, held together with salvage tape and spite, was a ghost among the asteroid fields of Beta-3. He knew the hum of a failing warp drive better than the taste of real food. darkorbit uber protegit

He leaned back. The Uber Protegit hummed contentedly around him.

But the true test came on Day 7.

The Uber Protegit pulsed.

And his real test was only beginning.

Then they found 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 . The Maw tried to flee

Not the Company. Not the pirates. The Uber Protegit .

Then he decloaked.

Two more shots. The dreadnought's engines turned to brittle, orange-brown dust. The ship drifted, helpless. His freighter dissolved around him like sugar in