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Chapter 382: JORDAN HAYES
"Ungrateful bunch of bastards! I will see to it that they are punished for their act of rebellion," the administrator said.
Anger etched deeply on his face, his cheeks flushing red as he clenched his fists, the veins in his neck bulging with barely contained rage.
"What now?" the administrator’s wife asked. She watched the battlefield through the big screen in front of them, her eyes wide with a mix of horror and helplessness.
The display zoomed in on the frozen wasteland, the black ice glistening ominously under the artificial lights, a silent graveyard that sent chills down her spine.
"General, all of you should hold the fort. Our hope is on you," the administrator ordered.
His voice carried a finality born of desperation, his gaze locking onto the general with pleading intensity.
The command center seemed to shrink around them, the weight of impending doom pressing in from all sides, as the fate of their domain balanced on the edge of oblivion.
The general stared at the administrator speechlessly.
His jaw tightened, eyes wide with disbelief as the full weight of the command sank in.
The air in the command center felt heavier, the low hum of consoles and distant alarms underscoring the absurdity of being sent on what amounted to a suicide mission.
His armored hands clenched at his sides, the metal plates creaking faintly under the pressure.
"What’s the matter? You also going to refuse like your soldiers?" the administrator asked.
His voice was sharp, edged with irritation and desperation.
He was in no mood to take no for an answer, his face flushed under the flickering red emergency lights that bathed the room in an ominous glow.
"No, Administrator, but—"
"I can hold back the enemies before support arrives," a calm, confident voice cut in smoothly.
The words drew the attention of everyone within the control room and the heavily secured last shelter.
Heads turned sharply, the sudden interruption slicing through the tension like a blade.
The voice carried an unshakable assurance that seemed to still the chaotic murmurs for a brief moment.
"Who the hell are you? And who allowed you in?" the administrator demanded.
A deep frown creased his brow, suspicion flashing in his eyes.
His personal guards reacted instantly, forming a tight defensive circle around him and his family.
Their weapons hummed to life, energy fields shimmering faintly in the dim light, ready to strike at the slightest provocation.
"I’m not here to battle. I’m here to help out. I’m Jordan Hayes," the young man identified himself.
He raised his hands slowly, palms open in a clear sign of innocence and lack of ill intent.
His posture was relaxed yet poised, standing in the center of the room as if he belonged there, his dark clothing contrasting sharply with the sterile metallic surroundings.
"How can I trust a stranger that I know nothing of? And you didn’t answer my question. How did you get here?" the administrator pressed once more.
His tone remained guarded, offering little in terms of trust.
He leaned forward slightly, scanning the intruder with a mix of wariness and reluctant curiosity, the weight of the crisis making every second feel interminable.
"You don’t have to trust me. Just give me permission to hold off the enemies. I have a score to settle with them," the young man replied.
His eyes burned with pure hatred, a fierce intensity that made the air around him seem charged, like the prelude to a storm.
"Scores? What scores?" the administrator asked, his curiosity piqued despite himself.
He crossed his arms, the fabric of his robes rustling softly, as he studied the stranger’s unwavering gaze.
"They destroyed my home and wiped my planet from existence. I lost all my family to them. All I want is revenge," Jordan replied.
His voice carried a raw edge, the pain and fury beneath his calm exterior seeping through like cracks in unbreakable stone.
The room fell quieter, the weight of his loss hanging palpably in the recycled air.
"You are from the lost galactic cluster?" the administrator asked. Surprise flickered across his features, his mind racing with the implications of a survivor standing before him.
"Yes."
"Then you must stay. The governor will likely have questions for you about what happened to your cluster," the administrator replied firmly.
He raised a hand to stop Jordan from taking action, his instinct for protocol overriding the urgency of the moment.
The holographic screens behind him continued to display the frozen battlefield, a grim reminder of the encroaching threat.
"You are wasting time. The governor will be unable to ask me questions if this cluster is destroyed as well. Besides, I’m not as weak as you think," Jordan countered.
He subtly released his strength, a wave of cosmic pressure rippling outward like an invisible tide.
The air grew heavier, consoles flickering momentarily as the energy brushed against them, sending a subtle vibration through the floor.
"You... You are in the cosmic rank?" the general asked with surprise.
His eyes widened, reevaluating the young man with newfound respect and a touch of awe.
The revelation shifted the atmosphere in the room, whispers rippling among the aides.
"I am. Now, for the last time, give me the go-ahead to face them," Jordan replied. Exhaustion tinged his voice from the administrator’s indecisiveness, though his stance remained steady, unyielding.
"Go ahead then. And please try to survive. I don’t know if I’ll be able to explain to the governor if you die," the administrator conceded at last. Relief and lingering doubt warred on his face as he nodded curtly.
"I won’t. So many beings have tried and failed," Jordan replied with quiet confidence.
A faint, determined smile ghosted across his lips, his resolve hardening like forged steel.
He stretched his hands outward. The black wristband around his right wrist loosened with a soft click, detaching seamlessly before materializing into a fine, slim blade.
The transformation was fluid, almost ethereal, the weapon forming in a swirl of dark energy that cast faint shadows across his features.