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“The getting of treasures by a lying tongue is a fleeting vapor and a snare of death.”

Proverbs 21:6

Intelligence Treasure Trove

The Stellar Scout hung like a wraith amid the shattered husks of the debris field, its matte-black stealth coating drinking in the feeble starlight that dared to pierce this desolate reach of the galaxy. The twisted remnants of forgotten battles drifted lazily past, jagged silhouettes against the faint shimmer of a distant nebula. Inside the cramped command deck, the air buzzed with the hum of electronics and the unspoken tension of a crew teetering on the edge of a decision that could ripple through the war-torn stars.

Wade hunched over the tactical display, his synthetic fingers dancing across the controls as he fine-tuned the feed. The holographic projection flickered, then stabilized, revealing the Skravak repair base in all its menacing glory—a grotesque lattice of alien metallurgy, half-entombed in the skeletal remains of derelict hulks. Its spires jutted like claws, grasping at the void, and Wade’s gut tightened at the sight. He’d seen Skravak outposts before, but this one felt… wrong. Too quiet. Too deliberate.

“Movement detected,” Mayumi’s voice sliced through the stillness, sharp and precise as a laser scalpel. She leaned forward in her sensor station, her almond eyes narrowing as she parsed the incoming data. “The Transapora is pulling into dock.”

Every head snapped to the main viewscreen, the Confederation freighter filled the display, its massive, utilitarian bulk a stark contrast to the predatory elegance of the Skravak base. The Transapora was a leviathan of commerce—blocky, unlovely, and painted in the muted grays of the Confederation Merchant Fleet—yet here it was, gliding toward the alien dock with a grace that belied its tonnage. Its running lights blinked in slow, methodical patterns, and the faint shimmer of its maneuvering thrusters cast ghostly reflections off the surrounding debris.

“They’re taking on fuel,” Jay muttered, his fingers hovering over the helm controls like a pianist poised for a crescendo. His brow creased as he studied the freighter’s approach vector. “But why here? Why now? This isn’t some backwater refueling stop.”

Wade’s mind churned, a storm of possibilities battering his thoughts. He straightened, his broad shoulders squaring as he turned to face his crew. “We’ve got a choice to make,” he said, his baritone steady but edged with steel. “The destroyer’s still out there, prowling the perimeter. We could follow it when it breaks orbit—stick to the original plan. Or…” He gestured toward the Transapora on the screen. “We shadow that freighter and figure out what in the world it’s doing cozying up to the Skravak.”

Kristen crossed her arms, her lean frame taut with unease as she studied the image. Her dark eyes flicked from the freighter to the alien base and back again, her lips pressing into a thin line. “A Confederation freighter this far out raises too many questions,” she said, her voice low and measured. “The destroyer’s just doing its job—patrolling, sniffing for trouble. But that ship…” She shook her head, a strand of black hair escaping her tight bun. “It’s not supposed to be here. No trade routes, no resupply lanes, nothing. What’s it hauling in Skravak space?”

“Exactly,” Wade agreed, his gaze locking with hers. “The destroyer’s a known quantity—Skravak muscle flexing for the sector. But the Transapora? That’s a wild card. It might lead us to something bigger—supply lines, black-market deals, maybe even a traitor in the Confederation ranks.”

Mayumi swiveled her chair to face them, her fingers still poised over her console. “If we’re going to Command with this, we need more than a hunch,” she cautioned, her tone clipped but not dismissive. “Intel has to be actionable—timely and accurate—or it’s just noise. Following the Transapora could give us the meat we need, but it’s a gamble. We lose the destroyer, and we might miss a tactical shift in their patrol patterns.”

Jay snorted, leaning back in his seat with a wry grin. “Yeah, and if we stick with the destroyer, we might just end up chasing our tails while that freighter waltzes off with the real prize. I say we take the shot—follow the Transapora. My gut’s screaming there’s more to this than fuel cells and spare parts.”

“Your gut’s been almost always right,” Kristen affirmed, though her tone encouraging. She tapped a finger against her forearm, her mind clearly racing. “Still… you can see how neat this feels. A Confederation ship docking with the Skravak like it’s a scheduled pit stop? That’s not sloppy smuggling—that’s coordination.”

Wade nodded, his jaw tightening. “Then we’re agreed. The Transapora’s our mark. Mayumi, prep an intel burst for Command—everything we’ve got so far. Skravak base coordinates, the freighter’s ID, docking timestamp, the works. Flag it priority alpha—Command needs to know what we’re chasing and why.”

Mayumi’s hands flew across her console, her movements a blur of efficiency. “Composing now,” she said, her voice tight with focus. “Skravak repair base at grid Zulu-Niner-Four, confirmed active. Confederation freighter Transapora, registry CFM-4472, docked at 0317 hours galactic standard. Observed fueling operation, no visible escort. Intent to pursue and report further findings.” She paused, glancing up at Wade. “Adding our positional data and a request for backup if this turns hot. Encryption’s set—quantum key’s cycling—but the relay’s going to be dicey this deep in the debris field. We’re relying on the tight-beam buoy at the sector edge, and it’s a long haul to Command.”

“How long?” Wade pressed, his voice betraying a flicker of impatience.

“Best case, eight days,” Mayumi replied, her expression grim. “Worst case, twelve—if the buoy’s compromised or the signal scatters. We’ll be on our own until then.”

“Too long,” Jay muttered, his grin fading. “If that freighter’s carrying what I think it is, twelve days could see it vanish into some Skravak bolt-hole—or worse, link up with a battle group we can’t handle.”

“Then we don’t let it out of our sight,” Wade said firmly, uncrossing his arms and stepping toward the tactical display. “Jay, when she moves plot a shadow course—keep us in their baffles, low-emission profile. We stay ghosts until we know what we’re dealing with.”

“Got it,” Jay replied, his fingers diving into the helm controls. The Stellar Scout’s engines thrummed faintly as he began calculating vectors, threading a needle through the debris field to trail the Transapora without tripping its sensors. “Course laid in—ready to move when she does.”

Wade watched the freighter on the viewscreen, its hull now kissed by the faint blue glow of Skravak fuel conduits snaking into its ports. His pulse quickened, a mix of adrenaline and dread coiling in his chest. “Send the report, Mayumi,” he ordered. “And let’s pray that it hits Command’s desk before this blows up in our faces.”

Mayumi tapped the transmit key, and a faint chirp confirmed the burst had launched into the void. “Sent,” she said, exhaling sharply. “Now we wait—and hope the buoy’s still in one piece.”

The crew fell silent, the weight of their choice settling over them like a shroud. The Transapora loomed on the screen, an enigma wrapped in Confederation colors, and beyond it, the Skravak base pulsed with alien menace. Whatever lay ahead, the Stellar Scout was committed now—adrift in the echoes of the void, chasing shadows that might just lead them to salvation… or doom.

Heading to No Where

Hours bled into one another on the command deck steeped in a silence so thick it seemed to hum against the bulkheads. The crew watched the Transapora with predatory focus, their breaths shallow, their nerves taut as monofilament wire. The Confederation freighter hung in the void, its fueling complete, its hull now sealed and gleaming under the Skravak base’s eerie indigo glow. Then, without warning, its engines flared—a sudden bloom of plasma that lit the debris field like a supernova’s echo. The massive ship pivoted with ponderous grace and surged forward, carving a path through the wreckage.

“She’s moving,” Jay announced, his voice a low growl of anticipation. His hands danced over the helm, coaxing the Stellar Scout from its hiding place among the derelict husks. The scout ship slipped into the freighter’s wake, a shadow trailing its prey, its stealth systems purring as they masked its emissions. “Matching velocity—keeping us in her baffles. They won’t see us unless they’re looking hard.”

“Good,” Wade replied, his eyes fixed on the viewscreen. “Stay sharp. We don’t know where she’s headed—or what’s waiting.”

The Transapora didn’t disappoint. It executed a series of precise hyperspace jumps, each one a calculated plunge into the uncharted abyss beyond Confederation borders. The Stellar Scout followed, its own jump drive whining under the strain as Jay threaded them through the quantum eddies left in the freighter’s wake. With every transition, the stars shifted, their patterns growing stranger, more alien, until the familiar constellations of charted space were little more than a memory. Wade felt the weight of isolation pressing in, a cold hand on the back of his neck. They were far from home now—far from reinforcements, far from anything resembling safety.

Arriving at Answers

At last, the freighter’s final jump spat them out above a planet that looked like a wound in the cosmos. Its surface was a mottled expanse of rust-red and ochre, scarred by swirling dust storms that churned with savage fury. Bands of grayish haze streaked its atmosphere, and jagged peaks thrust upward like the broken teeth of some long-dead beast. The Transapora didn’t hesitate—it angled downward, its descent a pre-programmed ballet of thrusters and stabilizers, cutting through the turbulent skies toward a landing zone lost in the haze.

“Designated KX-19,” Mayumi said, her voice clipped as she pulled up the scant data from the scout’s databanks. “No official Confed record—just a survey marker from a probe flyby decades ago. No life signs detected.” She paused, her fingers hovering over the sensor controls as the readings refined. “But there’s activity down there. Massive energy signatures—thermal plumes, electromagnetic spikes. It’s… mining operations, but on a scale I’ve never seen. And it’s all automated. AI-driven, no biological signatures anywhere.”

Wade’s jaw tightened, a muscle twitching beneath his stubble. “AI mining on an uncharted rock, serviced by a Confed freighter in Skravak space? That’s not a coincidence—it’s part of the conspiracy, I’m sure of it.” He turned to his crew, his decision crystallizing. “We need eyes on the ground. Jay, prep the Badger for drop. Kristen, you’re with me. Mayumi, take us down within ten clicks from the nearest structure to drop the Badger, keep low and bring the Scout back to low orbit—watch the Transapora and scream if anything changes.”

“Badger’s hot in five,” Jay said, already unstrapping from his seat and heading for the shuttle bay. “I’ll get you all close enough to read serial numbers—assuming I don’t have too much fun gettin’ you there.”

Kristen shot him a dry look as she grabbed her gear. “Try not to. I’d hate to walk back.”

The descent through KX-19’s atmosphere was a brutal gauntlet. The Badger—a squat, armored hovercraft built for punishment—shuddered as Jay punched the accelerator and it shot off the back ramp of the Scout into roiling clouds of rust-colored dust. Winds howled against its hull, clawing at the stabilizers, but Jay’s hands were steady on the controls, his piloting a masterclass in precision. Wade gripped the co-pilot’s chair, his stomach lurching as the craft bucked, while Kristen braced herself in the troop bay, her rifle already slung across her chest. The viewscreen flickered with static, then cleared as they broke through the storm layer, revealing the structures ahead.

It was a mechanical cacophony. A sprawling network of drills, conveyors, and processing plants stretched to the horizon, their skeletal forms illuminated by the dull red glow of the planet’s sun filtering through the haze. Towering rigs plunged into the earth, their rhythmic hammering a low thunder that vibrated through the Badger’s frame. Conveyor belts snaked across the terrain, ferrying heaps of glittering ore to cyclopean smelters that belched plumes of acrid smoke. Drones flitted through the air—sleek, insect-like machines with no markings, their movements synchronized to a fault. Everything operated with cold, relentless precision, a symphony of automation devoid of a single human hand.

“She touched down two klicks east,” Jay reported, nodding toward the Transapora’s landing site as he eased the Badger into a controlled hover. The freighter squatted amid the chaos, its cargo bay yawning open as a swarm of loader drones began unloading crates stamped with Confederation seals. “Looks like she’s offloading fast—whatever they’re hauling, they don’t want it sitting long.”

Wade’s eyes narrowed as he studied the scene. “Ore’s one thing, but those crates… that’s not raw material. That’s processed—maybe weapons-grade.” He unbuckled his harness and stood, his voice hardening. “Take us behind that ridge, Jay. We’re going in close. I want to know what the Skravak and the Confed are cooking up down here—and why it’s worth hiding from the galaxy.”

Jay grinned, a flash of teeth against his dark skin. “On it boss.” The Badger skimmed the terrain until it settled behind a jagged outcrop of rock, its engines winding down to a whisper. Dust swirled around them, settling slowly in the thin atmosphere as the hatch hissed open.

Wade was first out, his boots crunching against the gritty soil as he swept the area with his rifle’s scope. “Clear,” he called, his voice coming across the comms in Kristen’s helmet. “But stay low—these drones might not care about us, but I’d rather not test their programming.”

Kristen followed, her own weapon at the ready, her gaze locked on the distant Transapora. Beyond the freighter, the mining complex pulsed with activity, its AI overseers oblivious—or indifferent—to the intruders in their midst. Whatever secrets this planet held, they were buried deep in that ore—and in the shadowed alliance that had brought a Confederation ship to this forsaken rock. The Stellar Scout’s crew had chased the Transapora this far; now, it was time to peel back the void’s veil and see what lay beneath.

Kristen crouched low behind a rusted ore hauler, her scanner humming softly as it drank in the machine’s secrets. “This tech,” she said, her voice a mix of awe and unease, “it’s Confederation-derived, no question. But it’s… mutated. The servos, the power grid—it’s like it’s been rewriting itself for decades, adapting to this dust-choked rock without a human hand to guide it.” Her fingers traced the air above the hauler’s hull, following the faint glow of her holo-display as it mapped the machine’s innards: a lattice of self-repairing circuits and fractal energy conduits that no sane engineer would’ve dreamed up.

Wade grunted, his eyes narrow as he swept his pulse rifle’s scope across the barren landscape. The mining facility sprawled before them like a mechanical cancer—towering smelters belching plumes of ash, conveyors grinding endlessly under their own inscrutable logic, and skeletal cranes clawing at the sky. “No human’s ever set foot here,” he muttered, his voice taut with the certainty of a man who’d seen these things before. “This is all automated. A ghost op running on borrowed time and stolen blueprints. Whoever—whatever—built this didn’t want us poking around.”

Compromised

Before Kristen could reply, a piercing wail shredded the stillness—an alarm, sharp and synthetic, rising from the facility’s core like the scream of a wounded beast. Wade’s comm crackled to life, Mayumi’s voice cutting through the static: “Skravak sentinel drones incoming! Multiple contacts—bearing two-seven-zero, closing fast!”

Wade snapped his rifle to his shoulder, his posture shifting from wary observer to predator in an instant. “Back to the Badger!” he roared, his boots kicking up clouds of reddish dust as he broke into a sprint. Kristen fell in beside him, she dropped her scanner to dangle on a short lanyard as she drew her sidearm—a compact plasma pistol that whined as it charged. Sleek, predatory shapes breached the horizon: Skravak mech drones, their hulls glinting like obsidian under the weak sun, their weapon ports already glowing with the promise of death.

The air ignited with the hiss and snap of plasma bolts, each shot a streak of violet fire that seared the ground where they’d stood moments before. One bolt grazed a nearby hauler, slagging its flank into molten ruin; another punched a fist-sized hole through a conveyor strut, sending sparks cascading like a meteor shower. Wade fired on the move, his pulse rifle barking in controlled bursts—each shot a pinpoint of blue-white energy that splashed harmlessly against the drones’ shields. “What?” he snarled under his breath. “Didn’t even scratch it!”

They dove into the Badger’s hatch, the air thrumming with the basso growl of its engines. Jay had the ship prepped and roaring. “Go, go, go!” Wade bellowed, slamming the hatch control. The Badger lurched forward with a bone-rattling shudder, its thrusters screaming as Jay poured every ounce of power weaving in between mining apparatus to throw the drones off.

They swarmed after them, a pack of mechanical wolves nipping at their heels. Their weapons fire stitched a deadly pattern across the Badger’s hull—plasma rounds and kinetic penetrators leaving blackened scars and hairline fractures in the ceramsteel plating. Jay threw the ship into a series of gut-churning evasions, banking hard and spiraling through the thinning dusty surface like a madman dancing on a razor’s edge. A drone’s missile streaked past, detonating in a fireball that rocked the Badger and sent a cascade of warning icons across the cockpit displays.

“They’re too fast!” Kristen shouted, bracing herself against a bulkhead as the deck bucked beneath her. “We can’t shake them!”

Wade stabbed a finger at the comm panel, his voice a whipcrack of command. “Mayumi! We need extraction—now!”

The Stellar Scout’s reply was immediate—a shadow falling across the sky as the larger ship dropped from its overwatch orbit, its hull scarred but unbowed one foot off the ground. The back ramp yawned open like the maw of some ancient leviathan, a beacon of salvation amid the chaos. Jay’s hands gripped over the controls, his jaw clenched tight as he lined up the approach. “Hold onto something!” he yelled, and then the Badger dove for it, threading a needle no sane pilot would attempt. Metal screamed as the smaller ship grazed the Scout’s bay edges, shedding paint and a shower of sparks before slamming home with a jolt that threw Wade and Kristen to the deck.

Steel Away

The ramp slammed shut, and the Scout’s engines roared to full power, clawing for orbit as the drones peppered its hull with desperate parting shots. Jay found his way to the nav/comms seat and took control of the Scout. Mayumi was only too glad to relinquish command to the superior pilot. Armor plating buckled under the barrage, and a proximity alert wailed as a plasma salvo grazed the starboard nacelle, sending a tremor through the ship’s frame. “Jumping in 3… 2… 1…” Jay called out, his voice steady despite the chaos.

The universe twisted as hyperspace engulfed them, the familiar gut-punch of transition silencing the alarms for a blessed moment. Then reality snapped back, and the command control station glowed an ominous red under emergency lighting. Damage reports scrolled across every screen: hull breaches sealed by auto-foam, power conduits overloaded, and a dozen minor systems flickering on the edge of failure. The Badger, nestled in the Scout’s bay, groaned like a wounded animal, its hull pocked and smoking.

Wade dragged himself to his feet, his breath ragged as he met Kristen’s wide-eyed stare. Sweat streaked her face, and her hand still gripped the plasma pistol like a lifeline. They’d escaped—barely—but the cost was etched in the shuddering deck beneath them and the flickering displays overhead. “What on earth was the Transpora doing there?” Kristen whispered, her voice trembling with the weight of what they’d seen.

Wade shook his head, his mind racing as he stowed his rifle. “Something to do with the conspiracy I’m sure. And the whole planet was…automated. Something similar but beyond our tech. And something that didn’t want us snooping around.” He glanced at the scrolling damage logs, then back at her. “We’ve kicked a hornet’s nest, Kris. Question is, how important is this—and what’s it hiding?”

The adrenaline ebbed, leaving a cold clarity in its wake. They’d survived, but survival was just the opening salvo. Whatever lay buried in that forsaken mining world, it was no mere relic. It was alive, in its own way—and it had secrets that could reshape everything they thought they knew. The real fight, Wade realized, was now assessing the Scout’s flight worthiness and getting the intel back to command.

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