Aerrow moved swiftly through the dimly lit corridors of the Cyclonian warship, his steps silent but purposeful. After spotting a lone soldier patrolling a secluded area, Aerrow made his move. With a quick strike to the back of the neck, the Cyclonian crumpled to the floor without a sound.
"Sorry, but I need this more than you do," Aerrow muttered as he stripped the unconscious soldier of his uniform and donned the dark attire. Adjusting the collar, he grimaced. "Not exactly my color, but it'll do."
Now disguised, he blended seamlessly into the ranks. The challenge, however, remained—finding the engine room. He had no clue where it was and no map to guide him. Still, Aerrow pressed forward, navigating the labyrinthine halls with a mix of instinct and sheer determination.
"This would be a lot easier if they labeled their evil lairs better," he joked under his breath.
Meanwhile, in the command chamber, Cyclonis sat on her high-backed throne, her expression cold but tinged with impatience. She drummed her fingers lightly on the armrest, her piercing gaze fixed on the large tactical display before her.
A nervous guard approached, bowing deeply. "M-Master Cyclonis... the delegation from Terra Vashti is still... discussing terms."
Cyclonis's eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing through them. She brought a hand to her forehead, sighing deeply. "What is there to discuss?" she asked, her voice calm but laced with simmering fury. "Surrender, or your terra is destroyed."
The guard swallowed hard, retreating under the weight of her words.
The Dark Ace stepped forward, his presence as imposing as ever. "It's only a matter of time," he said confidently. "Two terras have already sworn allegiance to Cyclonia. The third will fall soon enough."
Though his tone brimmed with satisfaction, Cyclonis's expression remained indifferent. Victory was hollow without efficiency, without absolute submission. The endless negotiations irritated her.
Before she could respond, the ship's alarms blared through every corridor, shrill and urgent. Red lights flashed across the command chamber, casting ominous shadows on the walls.
Cyclonis's eyes widened briefly, her mind racing. "It can't be..." she whispered, rising from her throne.
Dark Ace's hand instinctively moved to his weapon. "An intruder?" he snarled.
Cyclonis clenched her fist, a mix of frustration and disbelief simmering beneath her composed exterior. "It can't be him... can it?" she murmured to herself, her heart pounding faster despite her usual calm.
If it was Aerrow, things were about to get far more complicated than she had anticipated.
She quickly commanded the dark ace "find the intruder" "the rest guard the engine room and the command room"
"yes master cyclonis"the soldiers yelled at unison before leaving.
the dark ace left with his soldiers with blade in hand.