NOVEL NEXT Chapter 69 - Memoirs
"The enemy is anybody who's going to get you killed, no matter which side he's on."
— Joseph Heller, Catch-22
"I've seen this before in high-level military delves," Ryan said, his voice low. "It's not a trap. It's an optional boss summon. A formal challenge. We let the timer run out, we leave with what we have. We activate this... and he comes to us."
Luca stared at the screen. A choice.
"A guaranteed boss fight means guaranteed high-tier loot," Zoe's voice cut in, she had moved closer to see the screen. "Maybe even a piece of a set."
Danny grunted from across the room. "We could use it. My hammer barely scratched that last tank."
"We're exhausted," Emily countered, her voice firm as she applied a synth-skin patch to Joey's side. "Joey's down. We're in no condition to fight a base commander."
She was right. It was reckless. It was insane. But Ryan's theory echoed in Luca's mind. The leveling curve was only going to get steeper. The gear they had now wouldn't be enough for what came next.
A chance like this, a guaranteed shot at top-tier gear, might be the only thing that kept them all alive on the next delve.
The timer flashed: 00:10… 00:09…
All eyes were on him. The weight of the decision settled on his shoulders. He looked at Emily's worried face, at Joey's unconscious form, then at the determined expressions of Ryan and Zoe. He was their leader. This was his call.
00:03… 00:02…
"Hit it," Luca said.
Ryan slammed his hand down on the activation key as the timer hit zero.
The wailing alarm was replaced by a deep, resonant chime that echoed through the entire base. A sound of arrival. Then silence.
For a long moment, nothing happened. The team held their positions, weapons ready, eyes on the sealed doors.
Then the main doors slid open with a hydraulic hiss.
She stepped through like she owned the place. Tall. Regal. Clad in gleaming black-red command armor that seemed to absorb the light around it. Her plasma glaive shimmered in her hand, twin blades igniting with a sizzling snap. Behind her, four elite Varnathi dropped from the ceiling, cloaks rippling away.
She surveyed the carnage with cold, calculating eyes. When she spoke, her voice carried the weight of loss and fury.
"You have come to our world," she said, her words cutting through the chemical haze. "You have destroyed what we fought to protect. This was our home. Our last stronghold. And you... you have taken it from us."
She didn't wait for a response. She raised a hand, and all four bodyguards rushed forward in perfect coordination.
Fuck.
"Contact!" Ryan snapped. "Final squad!"
The elite guards moved like nothing they'd faced before. Two ranged specialists peeled left and right, their plasma rifles singing with deadly precision. Two melee fighters charged straight down the center, twin plasma blades crackling with energy.
Chris opened fire, but the ranged guards were already in motion, using the debris for cover. Danny roared and charged one of the melee guards, hammer meeting twin plasma blades in a shower of sparks. Joey, still groggy from his injuries, ducked behind cover and popped up to blast one of the shotgunners. His shot went wide. The bodyguard's return fire caught him square in the chest. He went flying backward again, armor cracking.
"Joey!" Danny shouted, pivoting too late. The melee guard he'd been fighting slashed him across the back, plasma scoring deep grooves in his power armor.
Emily was already moving, her plasma sword a violet arc of heat as she clashed with one of the shotgun commandos. The elite guard was faster than anything they'd fought, parrying her strikes with contemptuous ease.
Zoe? She was one with the shadows. Blood sprayed from a guard's neck as she materialized behind him. She reappeared mid-spin, dagger dripping, moving faster than Luca had ever seen her. She ducked under a blast, rolled forward, and vanished again. "Two down!" she gasped, voice tight in his ear.
Luca activated [Proximity Threat Map]. Two more guards. One on Chris's flank. The other closing on him. Too close. He triggered [Ghost Protocol], vanishing just as a plasma dagger tore through the air where he'd been standing. He dropped behind the attacker and swung his Energy Tomahawk. The blade bit deep into the guard's neck. He dropped.
Four down. Only the Commander remained.
She had watched the entire engagement without moving, studying their tactics, their abilities. Now she stepped forward, spinning her glaive in a complex pattern that left trails of plasma in the air.
She looked directly at Luca. Her meaning was clear. This was between them.
"Like hell," Emily snarled, raising her sword.
The Commander's gaze didn't waver from Luca. She waited.
Luca felt the weight of every eye in the room. His team was battered, exhausted. Joey was down. Danny was bleeding. They couldn't take much more.
He stepped into the center of the room, tomahawk in hand. The Commander raised her glaive, the twin blades humming with deadly energy.
Then she vanished.
Luca's [Proximity Threat Map] was still active, but it showed nothing. She was using some kind of advanced cloaking that his systems couldn't penetrate.
A whisper of movement to his left. He spun, tomahawk up, just as her glaive materialized out of thin air. The blades met with a shower of sparks. She was stronger than anything he'd faced. The impact sent him staggering backward.
She pressed her advantage, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, her glaive striking from impossible angles. He gave ground, using his [Ghost Protocol] to match her invisibility, turning the fight into a deadly game of cat and mouse.
A whisper of movement behind him. He spun just as her glaive carved through the air where his head had been.
She materialized behind him, glaive sweeping in a deadly arc. He activated [Target Lock Assist], the system highlighting her position for a split second. He spun, tomahawk meeting glaive in another shower of sparks.
This time, he was ready for the impact. He used the momentum to spin into a counterattack, his blade seeking her exposed side. She twisted away, but not quite fast enough. The tomahawk scored a line across her armor, drawing a thin stream of dark blood.
She hissed in pain and anger, but said nothing.
The fight intensified. She abandoned her hit-and-run tactics, engaging him directly. Her glaive was a blur of deadly light, the twin blades weaving patterns that seemed to defy physics. He gave ground steadily, his tomahawk barely keeping pace with her assault.
She was better than him. Faster. Stronger. More skilled.
She came in for what should have been the killing blow, her glaive aimed at his heart. At the last second, he activated [Trajectory Focus] and threw his tomahawk, not at her, but at the ceiling above her head.
The blade struck a damaged support beam. Debris rained down, forcing her to dodge. In that moment of distraction, he drew his plasma blaster and fired.
The bolt caught her in the shoulder, spinning her around. She hit the deck hard, rolling with the impact. His tomahawk clattered to the floor beside her, its charge spent.
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She struggled to her feet, one arm hanging useless at her side. Dark blood seeped through her fingers. Her glaive powered down, flickering uselessly beside her.
For a moment, they stared at each other across the debris-strewn floor. Then she reached up with trembling fingers and tore off her helmet.
He froze. She wasn't a monster. She was... young.
Long, swept-back ears and soft gray fur, now matted with her own blood. Her golden eyes locked onto his, full of fire and defiance even as the life in them dimmed. She sneered through the pain, her mouth twitching into what might have been a smile.
"Well fought," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You have... honor after all."
Then she coughed blood, bubbling at the edges of her lips. She sagged back, her breathing shallow, fading fast.
He couldn't move. All that rage, all that survival instinct... and now this. A face. Someone young. Someone who had fought with honor and courage and skill.
Someone he had killed.
Was she real? Was any of this real? Or just another System instance, another simulation designed to test them, to push them, to break them?
The questions he preferred not to dwell on crashed over him like a wave. Did it matter if she was real or not? The weight of her death felt real enough.
Her eyes stayed on him even as her chest stopped moving. Her mouth parted like she wanted to say something. She never got the chance.
Her head lolled to the side. Gone.
A soft chime echoed through the command center as a loot container materialized beside her body. Even in death, the System reduced her to rewards and numbers.
The silence stretched. He stood there, staring at her still form, his plasma blaster still smoking in his hand. The weight of what he'd done settled on him like a physical thing.
"Luca." Emily's voice, soft and concerned. "Luca, it's over."
He looked up. His team was watching him with expressions of worry and exhaustion. They'd won. They'd survived. But the victory felt hollow.
[+114,917 XP]
[+46,125 credits]
[Skill level up! Close Quarters Proficiency Level 9 -> Level 10]
[Ability Unlocked: Reflex Shot, Level 1]
Instantly assess and target a nearby threat within 5 meters, granting 50% faster reaction speed for 5 seconds, Increasing by 10 seconds per level. Cooldown: 3 minutes, decreasing by 10% per level.
[Mission completed!]
Infiltrate the base, disable the automated defenses, and secure the command center
[+350,000 unallocated XP]
[+250,000 credits]
[Mission Completion Reward: Modifications Available]
Select one: Weapon Mod / Armor Mod / Tool Mod
[Level Up!: Level 64 +5 attribute points]
"Fuck," he whispered.
Luca stared at the Mission Completion Reward floating in his interface. Each option pulsing faintly, waiting for a decision. No previews. No descriptions. Just three doors with mystery behind them.
Of course the System would do this. Keep things spicy. Keep them guessing.
Emily crossed her arms. "You know you're going to pick Weapon Mod."
"I was," Luca said quietly. "But now I'm not sure anything matters."
Luca let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, his shoulders sagging. Around him, the rest of the crew slowly lowered their weapons, their breathing heavy, their faces slick with sweat. They'd made it. Again.
But the cost...
The exit portal shimmered into place in the middle of the carnage, casting its soft glow across the blood-slicked floor. With the command center secure, they could finally breathe again. The adrenaline faded, replaced by that familiar post-fight exhaustion.
For a long moment, nobody moved. They stood in the aftermath, processing what had just happened. The Commander's body lay still among the debris, her face peaceful now, almost serene. The weight of it settled over them like a shroud.
Emily was the first to break the silence. "We need to keep moving," she said quietly.
Ryan nodded. "The portal's up. But..." He gestured vaguely at the wreckage around them. "We should at least see what we can salvage."
Luca found himself walking toward the Commander's body. He couldn't explain why. Maybe it was respect. Maybe it was guilt. As he approached, a soft chime echoed through the command center and a loot container materialized beside her still form.
[Item Acquired: Commander's Datapad (Encrypted)]
[Item Acquired: Medal of Valor (Varnathi Command)]
[Item Acquired: Varnathi Command Key]
Emily approached quietly, watching as he opened the loot container. The first item was a datapad, its screen flickering to life at his touch. The splash screen showed the Commander with other Varnathi in casual clothing, laughing together. She looked so young. So alive.
"She had a family," Luca said quietly, staring at the photo.
"I know." Emily's voice was gentle. "Ryan, take the others and start gathering what we can. We'll catch up in a minute."
Ryan nodded, understanding, and led the team away to give them space.
Emily knelt beside him as he pulled out the second item. It was a medal, its metal surface catching the emergency lighting. "Medal of Valor," she read from the inscription. "She was decorated. A hero to her people."
The last item was a keycard bearing an ornate sigil. Emily examined it closely. "This looks like high command access. The encryption on this datapad... it's military grade. Completely locked down." She paused, looking at the family photo still displayed on the screen.
Luca pocketed the items, his hands trembling slightly. "Does any of this matter? The loot, the XP, the mission?"
"It matters because you're asking that question," Emily said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It matters because this affects you. That's what makes you human, Luca."
He looked up at her. "Sometimes I wonder if we're the good guys in this."
"I don't know," Emily admitted. "But I know you're a good man."
Danny muttered, "Don't go dark on us, man. We need you focused."
They moved through the wreckage in subdued silence, looting the storage crates and supply lockers that lined the walls. The System had been generous, as always.
[Item acquired: Centauri LR-64 Solar Flare Sniper Rifle]
[Item acquired: Centauri PB-64 Sunstrike Plasma Blaster]
[Item acquired: Proxima PD-64 Solar Fang Plasma Dagger]
Chris examined the sniper rifle with professional interest. Ryan tested the weight of the plasma blaster. But the usual excitement was muted. The shadow of the Commander's death hung over them all.
Luca glanced at Danny. The big man stood off to the side, warhammer in hand, watching everyone else examine their new gear. His Devastators Energy Warhammer was starting to show its age, barely keeping up with the TL9 equipment they were facing.
They cracked open loot boxes scattered throughout the base, finding essentials, power cells, oxygen canisters, even some advanced armor plating.
[Item acquired: Centauri Guardian Mk-64 Exo-Frame]
[Item acquired: Power Cells x5]
[Item acquired: Molecular Adhesive Strips]
"We should do a final sweep before we head out," Ryan said, his voice subdued. "Make sure we didn't miss anything."
"I wouldn't mind finding something to make this feel worthwhile," Joey said, still favoring his injured side.
Luca was about to respond when something caught his attention. At the far end of the command center, behind a bank of consoles, the wall had partially collapsed, revealing a jagged opening. Fresh blood smeared the edges.
He pointed. "What's through there?"
Emily was already moving toward it, her hand resting lightly on the hilt of her plasma sword. "Let's find out," she said. "If there's anything worth finding, it's never in plain sight."
The crew followed her, pushing their way through the rubble into a wide, dimly lit storage hangar.
They split up, searching the space. Ryan was clearly hoping for a weapons cache, but what they found was something entirely different.
Tucked into a corner was a sleek, ultralight tactical vehicle. Its design was compact, a cross between a car and a fighter jet, but it had no visible wheels or propulsion systems.
"Well, would you look at that," Zoe murmured, stepping closer.
"I think we just found our consolation prize," Ryan said, some of his usual enthusiasm returning.
"It's not using wheels, fans, or jets," Emily observed, crouching to peer underneath. "I think it's hovering."
Luca moved to the front of the vehicle, spotting a small control panel on the dashboard. He tapped it, and a screen flickered to life.
"Looks like it needs an E-Type Energy Cell to power up," he said, turning to the others. "We have those, right?"
"Yeah, we found a couple," Joey replied, already heading back. He returned a minute later, lugging a heavy container the size of a toolbox. Even with his powered armor, he was straining.
He set it down with a grunt. "Let's see if this thing still works."
The vehicle gave a low, resonant hum. The undercarriage glowed as Luca powered it on and the vehicle lifted slightly, hovering perfectly stable in mid-air.
"Holy crap," Chris said. "It's actually floating."
"No fans, no jets, no nothing," Ryan added, his voice filled with wonder.
"This is incredible," Zoe said, circling the vehicle. "Look, it's got a mounted weapon up top. But... what do we call it?"
"It's not a Valkyrie," Danny said. "We should give it a name."
"How about... the Specter?" Ryan suggested. "You know, because it just sort of... floats. Like a ghost."
"I like it," Emily said, nodding. "Sleek, quiet, and deadly. The Specter."
Luca stepped back, looking at their prize. It was beautiful, in its way. A piece of technology that represented hope, mobility, freedom. But all he could see was the Commander's face. Young. Defiant. Dead.
"Alright, Specter it is," he said quietly.
They clambered in, finding seating for four and a bolted-on plasma turret at the back. The interior was basic, bucket seats, a roll cage, and exposed controls. No frills, just function.
"I'm guessing this thing was used for quick patrol runs," Joey said, examining the simple control panel. "Small, fast, hard to detect."
Ryan slid into the driver's seat. "From the looks of it, the Specter is fully operational. And if it's running on E-Type cells, we can keep it powered pretty easily."
"Good," Luca said. "Then we're taking it. Ryan, Joey, you two see if you can pilot it out. The rest of us will gather what we've collected and make sure we're ready to exit."
The crew moved with renewed energy. The thought of leaving with something as valuable as the Specter pushed aside their exhaustion.
Ryan activated the controls, and the Specter lifted off the ground, gliding effortlessly. Luca and the others followed on foot, dragging crates of plasma rifles and energy packs. It was one of their best delves to date, and the Specter? Yeah. Total game-changer.
No more bumpy-ass rides in the Peregrine. No more rattling around in a steel coffin on wheels. They had a hovercar now.