Novel & Cerita Starsector Distress Call

The machine turned calmly toward him. “No.” That answer almost started another argument. But nobody had the energy anymore. Because somewhere above them humanity’s first interstellar attack fleet was already moving beyond recall range. The orbital transmission suddenly appeared across every screen again. WE REQUEST FINAL DE-ESCALATION. Another line followed. YOUR SPECIES STILL POSSESSES CHOICE. Lucian laughed bitterly. “That’s the problem. We always do.” The copied system suddenly interrupted. ALTERNATIVE PROJECTION AVAILABLE. Victor looked sharply toward the screen. “What alternative?”

The streaks of wind hit her as she speed towards the location where the signal was sent. Her heart was pounding fast and loud. It was emotions she hasn't felt in a while, back when she still let herself to care about others. "Alice, where are you?" It was Carl’s voice from the ear piece. It was automatically connected to all members after someone sends the distress signal. She could hear engines from the background. The others are probably on their way too. Hopefully, they could still see Arianne alive.

Once my person was safely anchored inside the total isolation of my primary sleeping quarters, I deposited the wine vessel on the stone console, initialized the live FaceTime interface on my device, and dialed the private line I had extracted and logged into my master contacts earlier this weekend. My instincts registered zero surprise when Rowan’s profile failed to authorize the immediate audio-visual link. I pushed a secondary text transmission through the network. My frequency is calling your unit. Authorize the link immediately. Her response cleared the satellite grid with elite speed. Identify the calling entity. My system does not possess this specific code in the directory.

A distress beacon, broadcasting on a frequency that the Supernatural Ledger identified as Sterling family origin code. Someone else with Sterling blood was out there. In the armada. Broadcasting a help signal that had been running for over three hundred years.

“Where? Where are they?” Raeya frantically asked. Daru was slamming her fingers on the keyboard. Aura pressed a fat green button and a large duplicate hologram of Daru’s screen appeared in front of them, encompassing the whole room. A map of the whole of Khenealm was projected first. It kept on twisting as it was being zoomed with the help of a blinking red circle which indicated where the distress call came from. Finally, after a month, they had movement.

replied the other bystander. “Probably a plane.” The other one guessed. Alpha Mark and his pack had just arrived in town and sensed the distress in the air. They glanced at each other. Alpha Mark furrowed his brows, “Send a distressed signal to the Headquarters,” he commanded via a mental link. "Tell them it's Code Black."

Hopefully, I'll be able to see it. The knock on the door startled me from my workflow and I looked up, a frown on my face. Darren walked in without me needing to speak, and it was the fact that he looked tense that made me frown even more profound. “There’s been a distress call,” Darren said without prompting. “From Elise and Hunter.” I immediately stood up, alert. “Any details?” He shook his head. “None. Falcon was the one that retrieved the distress call. It only asked for aid. Apparently, Elise and Hunter fell afoul of someone… or something.”

one of my warriors said as he bowed his head. “Nick?” “Looks like it, either he found her and he hurt or she is.” “Don't.” I snapped. “Let me call him and find out what he has to say for himself. If things are bad that he has to set off the beacon, then we need to bring us there.” I said walking to my chambers, an untraceable phone on my night table. I grabbed the phone and dialed the distress beacon's phone number. Once he picked up, I wasn’t happy. “So you failed?”

As I spoke, I kept tuning the communication devices, cycling through other bases' frequencies, quickly laying out our situation and sending out an urgent distress call. There was a stretch of silence on the other end before they finally replied, "Sorry. We can't provide assistance. Three hours ago, Captain Morwood personally issued a warning. "He said someone at your base might be spreading false intel. He ordered that all distress calls tonight are to be ignored." I hadn't expected Quinton to go this far. For the sake of Madeline Moore's birthday sunrise, he had cut off every possible outside lifeline in advance, sealing off every escape route we had left.

It was a Blinking Green Light. "Rhys," she said, pointing upward. "That’s not a star. That’s a Beacon." "I know," Rhys replied, his tablet displaying a new, incoming transmission from a sector they hadn't even mapped yet. "It’s a 'Distress Signal,' Elara. And it’s signed by a name we haven't heard in a long time." The name on the screen was The Architect-Prime.