The Chosen

The golden shield over Kyma shimmered in the twilight, its energy humming as the last remnants of the Kharak Warlords’ fleet retreated beyond the atmosphere. Below, the city of Kyros Prime was still reeling from the war

Fires burned in the distance, and the streets were filled with both celebration and grief.

Jack, Charlie, and Sam stood with Commander Vayren on the balcony of the Core Spire, watching the aftermath unfold. They had won the battle, but what came next was unclear.

"The people of Kyma will never forget what you have done," 

Vayren said.

"But your journey is not over."

Jack’s stomach twisted. He had thought about going home, returning to Earth, to their grandpa, to the world they had left behind. But standing here, in the heart of a new world, he felt something pulling him forward.

"If we leave," 

Charlie said slowly,

"who will protect Kyma next time?"

Vayren’s expression darkened.

"The Kharak are not defeated. They will return, stronger than before."

She turned to Jack, her silver eyes sharp.

"And that is why you must stay."

Sam shifted uncomfortably.

"Stay? Forever?"

Vayren nodded.

"You are bonded to Orion’s Wake now.

That ship chose you. It will not let you simply walk away."

Jack frowned.

"What do you mean, 'chose us'?"

Vayren hesitated, then gestured for them to follow.

"There is something you need to see."

Deep beneath the Core Spire, in a hidden chamber lit by floating golden crystals, the boys stood before something incredible a massive archive of knowledge, thousands of years old. Vayren led them to a circular stone table, where a holographic projection flickered to life.

The image of an ancient Kyma scholar appeared his robes flowing, his face solemn.

"If you are seeing this, then you have awakened the Orion’s Wake. That means Kyma is in danger. That means the Warlords of Kharak have returned."

The boys exchanged uneasy glances.

The projection continued.

"Orion’s Wake was not just a ship. It was a key. A weapon of peace. A guide to the chosen."

Charlie’s eyes widened.

"A key to what?"

The scholar’s expression darkened.

"Kyma was never meant to stand alone. There are others. Lost colonies. Forgotten fleets. A war that has lasted for centuries beyond this world."

The boys listened in stunned silence as the full truth was revealed.

Orion’s Wake had not been lost by accident. It had been hidden, sent to Earth with a purpose to wait for those who could unlock it.

"You are now part of something much greater than this planet. The fate of Kyma is tied to the fate of the entire galaxy. And you… you are now its guardians."

Jack exhaled slowly, they had saved Kyma, but that was only the beginning.

Now, they were being asked to save the galaxy itself.

Far beyond Kyma, in the depths of uncharted space, the remnants of the Kharak Warlords gathered. Their flagship, the Dreadspire, hovered over a desolate planet, its massive blackened hull scarred from the battle.

In the war chamber, Warlord Xyvos loomed over a holomap of Kyma,

his reptilian eyes burning with fury.

"The Orion’s Wake was activated," 

he growled.

"That was not supposed to happen."

Beside him, a shadowed figure stepped forward an envoy from a greater power.

"Kyma was always just the beginning," 

the figure said.

"The true war is coming and those Earthlings… they have no idea what they have awakened."

Back on Kyma, the boys had made their decision.

They could not leave.

Earth was safe, but Kyma needed them now.

Under Vayren’s command, they began their training learning to fight, to fly, to lead.

Jack became a warrior, trained in the ways of the Kyma Guardians.

Charlie mastered the science and technology of Kyma’s ancient past.

Sam, though young, found a natural skill in tactical warfare understanding how to predict and outmaneuver an enemy.

And all the while, Orion’s Wake changed, adapting to them, evolving with them.

It was no longer just a ship. It was a beacon.

A call to those still out there, those who would fight for the light.

Because the war was far from over and the real battle was just beginning.

Late one night, as Jack stood on the balcony of the Core Spire, staring up at the now-protected sky of Kyma, Orion’s Wake activated on its own.

A new transmission appeared.

A message.

Not from the Kharak Warlords.

Not from Kyma System Command.

Something else.

Unknown Source: Transmission Received Coordinates Attached Message:

“The Guardians of Kyma are not alone. But the enemy is coming. Prepare for war.”

Jack’s heart pounded. This wasn’t over.Not by a long shot. And next time?

They wouldn’t just be fighting for Kyma. They would be fighting for the entire galaxy.