Darkorbit Uber | Protegit

Before he could answer, the beam pulsed. His freighter dissolved around him like sugar in rain, and he was standing on a cold, circular platform inside the Uber Protegit . No crew. No controls. Just walls that were screens showing the entire star sector in real-time.

A voice, calm and androgynous, filled his cockpit.

A vessel so sleek, so impossibly black, it seemed to drink the starlight. It descended without a sound, its hull shimmering with a liquid-metal iridescence that hurt to look at. A single, pale beam lanced out, enveloping Kael’s ship. He didn’t feel fear. He felt… chosen . darkorbit uber protegit

The training was brutal. The Uber Protegit didn't have weapons—it was a weapon. Its primary cannon, the Chronos Lance , didn't just destroy shields; it aged them, turning nano-alloys into rust in a single shot. Its secondary system, Void Shift , allowed Kael to phase his ship partially out of reality, letting enemy fire pass through him like a ghost.

But the true test came on Day 7.

For the first time since the beam touched him, Kael felt a cold that wasn’t from space. He wasn't just a pilot anymore. He was a Protegit .

"So," he said to the voice. "What’s next?" Before he could answer, the beam pulsed

The screens flickered, zooming out from the sector, then the cluster, then the entire galactic arm. A single red dot was pulsing at the edge of the known universe.