Starsector Distress Call Novels & Stories

I paused, torn between cleaning up the mess on the floor and answering the call. “Clean up on aisle vending machine, ass,” I shouted before running to the console. Assista-bot beeped a mechanical gasp of offense from somewhere down the hall, but I didn’t have time to soothe his fragile circuits. The red light flashed faster, stopping only after I tapped it off. “Patch it through, A.R.I.A," I said as my fingers danced across the keyboard. “I'll try to triangulate where it's coming from." *Processing distress signal… standby,* A.R.I.A responded as a faint hum vibrated across the deck. She finally stabilized the frequency and the hum stopped. *Patching through.*

Stiffling my rage, I make use of the soldiers' temporarily distracted state and whip the lid off my smartwatch to place a quick distress call to Ricardo. "Ricardo. Come in." I whisper. He answers almost immediately. Making use of the smartwatch is better than going around with walkie talkies. It's a special, solar powered watch with large signal range – and absolutely no static. "Yes, boss. I hear you loud and clear. What's your situation?" "Black haze. I repeat, Black haze." Black haze is code for things are not working out as planned. Ricardo pauses for a moment. "What the hell happened?"

A new imprint on her collarbone pulsed with a warm, protecting hum, a calm loop connecting their minds. An alarm went off, loud and sudden, shattering the peace. The red emergency lights on the rock walls began to fiercely flash, casting the bed in a scarlet tint. Dominic's eyes sprung open. The liquid gold returned swiftly to the surface, and his whole strong frame went rigid as granite. The satellite phone on the nightstand hummed with a piercing buzz. He snatched it up, his voice a chilly, scary snap. "Report. The voice of Alpha Marcus came over the speaker, agitated, breathless, over the sound of heavy gunfire and distant explosions.

"Or does it mean we got allies we didn't know about?" She turned on the tracker's emergency thing. Hidden in it was a panic button. She pressed it. "What's that do?" Mara asked. "Send a distress signal. To whoever's tracking us. With our location." "You're gambling they'll help?" "I'm gambling whoever's watching us doesn't want Bishop to win either." Celeste sat down. "Now we wait." --- An hour went by. Then two. Nothing. "Maybe they're not coming," her brother said. "They'll come."

Upon reaching the Magic Department’s Dormitory, Dorin, Sebastian, Professor Dupont and a still unconscious Johan got off the truck and waved at Gen. Muller and Margarette in front. “I’ll see you tomorrow at lunch time!” Mar called back as the truck went on its way. “We’ll try to call!” Dorin shouted after them. [I still don’t know where my cell phone is] wrote Seb. [I think perhaps someone stole it.] “Well, we can borrow someone else’s phone.” said Dorin.

I ask him. " Hi, howdy , hiyo. How are you ? I am good ,thanks for asking what about you?" He replies smugly. " You know what I meant to say. Now, get on the point. What brings you here, Stalker?" I roll my eyes and fold my arms. " Ouch. I am not a Stalker, last I checked you know me ,so voila! Also,i am here to record too . " He says and sits on the vacant couch.

“Why not?” “Because the real test hasn’t started.” Ezra joins us silently. “What makes you say that?” I point to the sky. “The network already knows our initial reaction.” “So what’s next?” Matteo asks. As if answering him, the lattice pulses once. A new message forms across the stars. Bigger than before. STRESS LEVEL INSUFFICIENT. Ezra’s expression hardens. “That can’t be good.” The next line appears. ADDITIONAL PERTURBATION AUTHORIZED.

Valerius whispered softly, leaning in until his nose brushed hers. "Tell me you don't feel it.” His breath was warm against her lips. “Tell me the Null-Frequency doesn't want the Fox." Her heart pounded loudly against her ribs. She wanted to say no. She wanted to maintain her stoic shield. But as his lips moved closer, the terminal on the desk let out a sharp, piercing alarm. WARNING: UNIDENTIFIED SIGNAL DETECTED. PROXIMITY: 50 METERS. Lyra jumped back instantly, breaking the spell. "Unit 7, report!"

It was a distorted, frantic transmission. “...to any allied frequency... the Estate is under siege... the Council has mobilized the rogue remnants... repeat, the Black Mountain is under attack...” My heart plummeted. “Kael?” I grabbed the headset. “Kael, do you copy? This is Elara. We are two minutes out!” The only response was static and the distant, muffled sound of howling. Killian didn’t wait for a command. He slammed the thrusters forward. The scout ship groaned, the engines screaming as we pushed past the safety limits. We cleared the final ridge, and the sight below made the blood in my veins turn to ice.

Jes spoke out totally changing the topic. Amara, Rose and Troy were returning from the cafeteria after having lunch when suddenly Troy's phone rang. Both of the girls looked at him as he talked with the other person After a while he hanged up said byee in a hurry and left. When Amara and Rose tried to ask what happened he replied "Something urgent came up I have to go sorry guys" And he left. Amara and Rose were shocked but began to walk towards their locker. As Amara opened the locker a Yellow rose dropped on the floor with a small note.