Planet Lord: The Rise of Civilization

The dim blue light coursing through the walls flickered slightly, as if the ship was alive and responding to his presence. Rael steadied his breathing, tightening his grip on his weapon. His heart pounded, but his mind was sharp.

Stay calm. Stay focused.

The shadows ahead rippled, and the sound of movement became clearer. Whatever was lurking within the ship was deliberate in its pace, neither hiding nor rushing toward him.

Rael activated the small drone on his wrist, letting it hover silently ahead to scan the area. Its soft hum was the only sound accompanying his footsteps as he crept deeper into the corridor.

"Drone feed active," Lyssa's voice crackled through the comms. "I'm picking up faint heat signatures ahead... humanoid. But their readings are erratic."

The drone's light illuminated a large chamber. The walls expanded into a circular room filled with alien machinery. Holographic displays floated in the air, but the symbols were indecipherable—jagged, spiraling shapes that seemed to shift when Rael tried to focus on them.

In the center of the room stood three figures.

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The figures turned toward Rael simultaneously, as though they'd been expecting him. Their forms were humanoid, but only in the vaguest sense. Their limbs were elongated, their joints bent unnaturally, and their heads lacked distinct features. Instead, smooth, translucent domes revealed faintly glowing neural networks inside.

Rael's instincts screamed danger, but he held his ground.

"Rael, do not engage," Lyssa's voice came through urgently. "We don't know what they're capable of."

One of the beings raised an arm. A faint hum filled the chamber, and the air seemed to thicken. Rael's weapon vibrated in his hands, and the drone's light flickered erratically.

"I think we're past not engaging," Rael muttered, stepping back slowly.

Before he could act, the being projected a burst of energy—a pulse that rippled outward and disarmed him instantly. His rifle clattered to the ground, and he felt a force pulling him forward, as if gravity itself had shifted.

"Rael!" Lyssa's voice was frantic.

"I'm fine," he lied, gritting his teeth as he fought the invisible pull. His fingers found the knife strapped to his thigh. If nothing else, he wouldn't go down without a fight.

But the beings didn't attack further. Instead, they stood still, their heads tilting slightly as if observing him.

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Astrael's gaze narrowed as he watched Rael's encounter unfold. These creatures weren't simple intruders. They carried an intelligence that rivaled his own, their movements calculated and purposeful.

"They're testing him," Astrael murmured to himself, leaning back into the shimmering void of his realm. "But why?"

He reached out, letting his mind brush against the edges of their presence. What he found was unsettling. Their thoughts weren't singular but collective—a hive mind that pulsed with a strange rhythm, alien and ancient.

"They're not here by accident," Astrael muttered. He pulled back, unwilling to risk exposing himself too much. These entities were probing not just Rael but the civilization itself.

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Rael felt the pull ease, and the tension in the air dissipated slightly. One of the beings stepped forward, its translucent head glowing brighter as it raised a hand.

Rael tensed, ready for another attack, but instead, a holographic display appeared between them. The alien symbols twisted and morphed until they resembled a rough approximation of his language.

We come seeking answers. You are not the first. You will not be the last.

Rael stared at the words, his mind racing. "What do you mean? Answers to what?"

The being didn't respond verbally. Instead, images flooded the holographic display—galaxies colliding, civilizations rising and falling, and a vast, dark entity consuming everything in its path.

Rael's breath caught. The images were overwhelming, but one thing was clear: these beings weren't invaders. They were seekers.

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The images stopped, and the being stepped closer. Its glowing neural network pulsed in rapid, irregular patterns. Another message appeared:

It comes. You are not ready. Prepare, or perish.

Before Rael could respond, the beings turned as one and walked toward the far end of the chamber. A doorway opened, and they disappeared into the shadows, leaving him alone with the warning echoing in his mind.

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Rael's pod returned to the station, and he was rushed into decontamination. The debriefing room was tense as Lyssa, Kael, and the rest of the Council listened to his account.

"They weren't hostile," Rael concluded, his tone heavy. "But they're not here to help us either. Whatever they're warning us about, it's coming. And it's big."

Kael frowned, his mind already working through the implications. "We need to prepare. If their technology is anything to go by, we're outmatched."

Lyssa nodded, her expression grim. "We'll need to analyze everything from the drone's feed and the ship's data. Whatever this 'it' is, we can't afford to underestimate it."

Rael leaned back in his chair, exhaustion evident in his posture. "I hope you're right. Because if we're not ready…"

His voice trailed off, but the implication hung in the air.

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In his ethereal realm, Astrael watched the events unfold with a mixture of intrigue and unease. The warning wasn't just for his civilization—it was for him as well.

He closed his eyes, focusing his power on the hidden depths of his planet. His people had come far, but they were still fragile. If this threat was as vast as it seemed, they would need to grow stronger.

Faster.

"I won't let it end here," Astrael vowed, his voice echoing through the void. "Not for them. Not for me."

With a wave of his hand, he accelerated time once more, pushing his civilization toward the next phase of their evolution.

The storm is coming, he thought, his gaze hardening. And we will be ready.