Sorry it took so long, guys, to update.

I've been on a pretty big journey in the last few years.

Soul-searching, writing, building, trying to regain what I once had.

Maybe this wasn't exactly the best way to end off Interceptors, but don't worry.

It isn't over yet.

I realized that Survivors was meant to be about the journey, not about the war. It's where Matt, Marc, Phoeba, and Deneve discover their respective destinies.

And now, those that have survived will have to make the choice of how they will involve themselves in the war that the Drakon Empire has begun aboard the ship.

Matt will have to deal with the loss of Phoeba as time goes on, while Marc will have to deal with a dejected and perhaps even suicidal Deneve, who has recently discovered she was only a clone to be thrown away after being used to create an ultimate biological weapon for the Drakon.

Meanwhile, the mysterious Naome has joined their side, although to what end will she remain their ally is unclear…

The Mojin and Spriggans of Greenhaven have rose up in arms, joining the insectoid Volcarona and the infamous Xenomorphs in a final alliance to end the Drakon's hold on the space station.

Elijah has murdered his own Empress, and usurped total control over the Empire. Now, whatever reins held the dogs of war back have been released. His ambitions will come to fruition, one way or the other.

Find out what happens in the soon-to-be-released sequel,

THE INTERCEPTOR : WAR

As a token of apology for my lateness in updating, take this little preview of events to come…

OOO

As Matt fired his rifle, taking down one Drakon after the other, he couldn't help but recall the events of only recent time. He didn't want to be a soldier. He didn't want to be on the battlefield, killing others to survive.

But here he was.

Narrowly dodging the stroke of a silver-etched khopesh, he drove the butt of the gun into the side of his next opponent's jaw. Gold blood spewed out of the Drakon's dislocated mouth as Matt hefted his rifle and quickly shoved the other end of the gun into their gaping jaw. Pulling the trigger with a grimace, he felt the Drakon's head practically explode in a shower of silvery shell and alien gore.

"Watch out!" He heard the harsh voice of Deneve echo out from above, even past the sounds of screaming and plasma fire, as she smashed her twin blades into another Drakon soldier readying an attempt to slash his back. He couldn't help but grimace against as the sound of his body being crushed by the weighty claymores sung out.

"Deneve, what happened to staying on the western end?! They need all the support they can get!" Matt yelled out, taking cover beyond a pile of rubble alongside her.

"They've captured the base, Matt, chill the fuck out. Deck CV-639 is under Alliance control now…the Drakon are pulling out, they've lost this fight." She yelled, sheathing her clean blade as she spoke.

"Good…let's clean up, then. We've got a lot of work to do if we're going to get this area operational. If the Volcarona's records from before are correct, then we just might have found a huge advantage." Matt let out a deep breath, falling back onto the rubble and allowing himself a moment of rest.

"Yeah, what the hell is it, though? This isn't much of a tactical position, so I don't see…" Deneve looked at him in confusion, but he shook his head.

"No, it isn't a tactical advantage. It's a vehicular one." He smiled and pulled out a small holographic monitor that Naome had distributed earlier.

"…A spaceship?!" The silver-haired woman was taken aback by the news.

"Not exactly. It's a short range riot shuttle, heavily armored and armed…but unfortunately not anywhere near capable of space travel beyond making jaunts of time around the station."

"Still…the ability to travel into space will allow the Alliance to…to practically do anything. They can help repair damaged systems, even transport troops and supplies across hangars in the fraction of time it would take for those to be moved through the situation…and with no risk of being ambushed."

"Exactly. Now we just need to get to the control center of this base and unlock the blast doors that protect it. The Drakon never even knew it was there…" Matt clicked off the holographic monitor and replaced it in his belt.

"Well, we've got a lot of work ahead of us…and there's still a few squads of Drakon operating here…so let's get this started." Deneve mused, and gave him a quick nod.

"On your mark…ready…set…." Matt readied his rifle, and Deneve her sword.

"GO!"