Darkorbit Uber Protegit -

A voice, calm and androgynous, filled his cockpit.

The training was brutal. The Uber Protegit didn't have weapons—it was a weapon. Its primary cannon, the Chronos Lance , didn't just destroy shields; it aged them, turning nano-alloys into rust in a single shot. Its secondary system, Void Shift , allowed Kael to phase his ship partially out of reality, letting enemy fire pass through him like a ghost.

Two more shots. The dreadnought's engines turned to brittle, orange-brown dust. The ship drifted, helpless. darkorbit uber protegit

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.

Not the Company. Not the pirates. The Uber Protegit . A voice, calm and androgynous, filled his cockpit

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

The Maw tried to flee. Kael smiled. He pointed his bow at its engine nacelles and whispered, "Rust." Its primary cannon, the Chronos Lance , didn't

Then they found him.