Star Lords

In the vast void of space, the colossal ship of Kalliax tore through the cosmos like a blade of darkness, slicing through the fabric of the stars. The ship, named Chronos, was an imposing and massive structure, entirely black, with blue details that glowed like embers under the starlight. Inside the ship, the atmosphere was somber, illuminated only by faint lights and spotlights that cast long shadows on the metal walls. In a simple room, Kalliax sat in a plain black chair, minimalistic, intently watching a hologram projecting the galaxy map. He was an imposing figure, dressed in blue attire that contrasted with the darkness around him. His eyes, a deep blue, shone like distant stars, reflecting the fury and ambition that consumed him.

As he observed the holographic screens displaying the galaxy map, a man entered the room. It was Jabari, one of his most loyal subordinates, wearing a dark military uniform and carrying a communication device. Jabari was a warrior of African origin, with a commanding presence and unwavering loyalty to Kalliax. He approached Kalliax with firm steps, but there was hesitation in his expression.

- Lord Kalliax - began Jabari, slightly bowing. - We have received a message from our sensors. There is a strong reading of stellar essence in the Prometheus VI constellation. It seems there is something there... something powerful.

Kalliax looked up from the holographic screens and fixed his gaze on Jabari. His blue eyes seemed to pierce the very space around his subordinate.

- Stellar essence, you say? - asked Kalliax, his deep voice echoing through the room. - But how is that possible? Besides, this galaxy is under Republic control, and they might already be in control of that star.

Jabari swallowed hard before responding.

- Sir, this energy... Could it really be... Stellarium? Could our sensors have failed?

Kalliax replied:

- It is undoubtedly Stellarium, and that is good. If we can harness this energy, it would be marvelous. We would no longer depend on Silvatron.

- Change the course - ordered Kalliax, his voice firm and authoritative. - We are heading to Prometheus VI. And Jabari... prepare the troops. We don't know what awaits us there.

Jabari quickly nodded and left the room, leaving Kalliax alone with his thoughts. The leader of the Chronos Reavers looked back at the holographic screens, his eyes fixed on the Prometheus VI constellation. He knew this journey could be dangerous, but it was also an opportunity to increase his power and dominion, freeing himself from the control that the Silvatron empire had over him.

"Prometheus, humans,hmph" thought Kalliax.

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On the planet Helar, the night was calm. In Gyro's house, Zorya lay in his bed, sweating coldly as a disturbing dream tormented him. He saw a black star, a sphere of darkness that seemed to suck all the light around it. The star pulsed with dark energy, and Zorya felt a strange attraction to it, as if it were calling him. In the dream, he saw himself walking toward the star, but the closer he got, the heavier his body felt, as if gravity were trying to crush him.

Suddenly, he woke up, sitting up in bed with a start. His body was covered in sweat, and he took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. This dream was not new. He had been having the same dream for two years. The black star always appeared, leaving him with a sense of anguish and anxiety.

- Again, Zorya? - asked Gyro, who was lying in the bed beside him. He was already awake, watching his friend with concern. Gyro had grown a lot in recent years, now standing at 5 feet 8 inches tall with a muscular build, the result of intensive training in Helar's army. His brown hair was shorter, and his eyes reflected determination.

Zorya looked at Gyro, still trying to recover from the dream.

- Yes... the same black star, but it feels like it's calling me.

Gyro got up and approached Zorya, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder.

- So what are you going to do?

Zorya shook his head.

- Well... I told the elders at the temple, and they said the Republic envoy was assassinated by King Marduck. So, I'll have to wait until they send a new envoy, and I'll go train on Gaia.

Gyro smiled slightly.

- Gaia!! - said Gyro with longing in his eyes. - They say it's beautiful and floats in space, and it's astonishingly large. They say it's bigger than the entire arm of Prometheus.

Zorya chuckled softly, but his expression remained serious.

- Hahaha - laughed Gyro.

- Well... in the future, Gyro, I will be a War Lord of the Republic and protect the lesser races with you by my side. Train hard, Gyro, and I will train hard too.

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Three years had passed since Zorya and Gyro began their training. They were practicing hand-to-hand combat techniques. Zorya, standing at 7 feet 3 inches tall with a lean body, was an impressive figure. He moved with surprising agility, and his strikes were precise and powerful. Gyro, though shorter in stature, was fast and agile, using his speed to overcome larger opponents.

The two were sparring, testing their skills and honing their techniques. Gyro unleashed a series of quick punches, but Zorya blocked each one with ease. In a swift motion, Zorya grabbed Gyro and pinned him to the ground.

- You're improving, Gyro - said Zorya, helping his friend up. - But you still need to work on your defense.

Gyro laughed, rubbing his arm where Zorya had grabbed him.

- Easy for you to say, giant. You're twice my size.

Zorya smiled, but his expression soon turned serious again.

- And you have more muscles than I do, and yet I don't complain. And it's not just about size, Gyro. It's about strategy. In war, you need to think fast and adapt. If you get stuck in a pattern, you die.

Gyro nodded, knowing Zorya was right.

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Meanwhile, in space near Prometheus VI, King Marduck and his army were on the move. They had departed from Prometheus V and were now just a week away from Helar. Marduck was in his command ship, a colossal structure that looked like a floating fortress. He was an imposing figure, with black armor that gleamed under the dim light of the hall. His black eyes seemed to burn with fierce intensity.

- My comrades - he began, his voice echoing off the stone walls. - The time has come to end this war. Helar will cease to exist after today.

He raised his fist, and the leaders responded with a unanimous shout of approval.

- Prepare yourselves! - ordered Marduck. - The final battle will be our ascent to glory, gentlemen. We will conquer all of Prometheus and Vanir in the process.

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Back on the Chronos ship, Kalliax was in his command room, watching the holographic screens showing the route to Prometheus VI. He knew the journey would be long and dangerous, but he was determined to find the source of stellar energy his sensors had detected.

Jabari entered the room again, this time with a more animated expression.

- Sir, we are just a week away from reaching Prometheus VI.

Kalliax smiled, a rare expression on his somber face.

- Then it's settled. Prepare the troops, Jabari. We are heading to Prometheus VI, and we will take the Stellarium for ourselves. Nothing will stop us.

Jabari nodded and left the room, leaving Kalliax alone with his thoughts. The warlord looked out at the stars through his ship's window, his red eyes gleaming with determination.

- I will restore the ancient glory of my race - he whispered, his voice echoing through the empty room. - And nothing will stand in my way.

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Meanwhile, in space above Helar, at the Republic's spaceport, an intergalactic portal began to glow with a blue light, and from it emerged a Republic warship commanded by Marcus and his soldiers. The ship quickly descended toward Helar's spaceport, a place that used to be bustling but now seemed eerily quiet.

Marcus looked at his soldiers. They were equally tense, knowing something was wrong. The Republic envoy, who was supposed to be at the port to greet them, was nowhere to be seen. The silence was unsettling.

- Where is the envoy? - asked one of the soldiers, looking around with concern.

Marcus frowned, feeling a chill down his spine. He didn't know the situation on Helar was delicate, but the absence of the envoy was a bad sign.

"Could the people who attacked the senator, be the same ones who attacked this station?" thought Marcus

- Something's wrong here - said Marcus, his voice grave. - Stay alert. We don't know what awaits us.

- CAPTAIN, the sensors have detected an energy... it seems... to be STELLARIUM!!!! - said one of the soldiers, trembling with nervousness. Stellarium was an extremely rare substance in the universe, especially now that billions of years had passed since the extermination of the Star Lords. Although superpowers like the Republic had reserves, their reserves would last at most five hundred years until the Star Lord of Destiny delivered another shipment of Stellarium.

- Men, prepare yourselves. We don't know what enemy we'll face there, but if they dared to attack the senator and now our spaceport on Helar, we must avenge and bring this Stellarium to the Republic.

- FOR MANDRAX, FOR GAIA, FOR THE REPUBLIC!!!! - the soldiers chanted in unison.

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### Author's Note:

Well, gentlemen, in this universe have a catalog of the races that inhabit this world. Where race X lives, there will be a specific name for that constellation, but this is only for galaxies under the control of some galactic superpower, as it was created by the Guardians. As a tacit agreement, all forces use this. Some say it's an easier way to identify and enslave lesser races, among which the human race is included.

Example: The Prometheus constellation. This means that, in this constellation, the predominant race is human. Other races will also have their specifications.

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