Kapitel 22: Chapter 22: Shadows in Motion
Boyka and his forces departed the base with unwavering determination, their mission clear and their loyalty steadfast. They moved with precision, each step guided by the intricate plan their commander had laid out. For Boyka, this wasn't just another mission—it was a testament to the cause that burned within him.
In the short time since their arrival on Nebula, Boyka's influence had grown exponentially. His leadership had fostered a rare and unshakable loyalty among his men—a cyclone of devotion that no amount of gold or fear could buy. It wasn't simply loyalty to a commander; it was loyalty to a shared purpose, to the dream of liberation and justice that Boyka embodied.
Standing tall amidst his troops, Boyka addressed them with a commanding voice that cut through the hum of engines and whispered conversations.
"Listen, everyone," he began, his gaze sweeping over the assembled soldiers. "Our primary objective is to ensure the extradition of every prisoner held captive on Earth to the planet Avalon. These people—our people—are counting on us to bring them home. Failure is not an option."
A ripple of determination passed through the crowd, each soldier nodding silently in agreement.
Boyka turned to Captain Jordan, his right-hand man for this critical mission. "Captain Jordan," he said, his tone firm, "I have a special assignment for you."
Jordan stepped forward and saluted sharply. "At your command, sir."
"Your task is to infiltrate the palace and its surrounding areas," Boyka said. "We need to confirm that Princess Asake has not been extradited by Abbadon. She is our top priority—her safety is paramount. However, we also need reconnaissance on the palace's defenses. Make sure you fulfill your objectives."
Captain Jordan's expression hardened with resolve. "Understood, Commander. You can count on me."
"One more thing, Captain," Boyka added, his voice lowering. "Do not kill Abbadon. I need him alive—for now."
Jordan hesitated, his brow furrowing slightly, but he nodded. "As you wish, Commander. Your orders will be carried out to the letter."
"Good," Boyka replied, clapping Jordan on the shoulder. "Get to it."
Jordan saluted once more and strode to his ship, his focus unshaken.
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As Boyka turned back to his men, his voice rang out with renewed energy.
"Fan out, everyone! Get aboard the ships—we move now!" he ordered. "We've got people to rescue, and we cannot fail. Azazel and Rahel are our main objectives, but save as many prisoners as you can. Their freedom is our responsibility. Let's move!"
The soldiers sprang into action, boarding their ships with precision and speed. Engines roared to life as the fleet lifted off, slicing through Nebula's skies toward the capital. Though their goal was clear, Boyka knew the path ahead would be fraught with danger.
As they neared the capital, Boyka's voice crackled through the comms. "Land here," he commanded. "We'll continue the remainder of the journey on foot. We need to stay discreet—no unnecessary risks."
But before they could land, two imperial fleets emerged on the horizon, bearing the emblem of Abbadon's command. The ships moved in swiftly, blocking Boyka's fleet from descending.
"Who are you, and which station are you from?" one of the imperial pilots barked over the radio.
Boyka's voice remained calm as he responded, "We're from the southern command. We're here on routine patrol."
There was a brief silence before the pilot's voice returned, sharper this time. "You are to land immediately for inspection. All personnel aboard your ships will be searched."
Boyka's jaw tightened, but he maintained his composed tone. "Understood. We'll land and comply."
As the imperial ships descended alongside them, Boyka turned to his men, his eyes cold and calculating. "Listen closely," he said. "We're going to fake a surrender. Let them board our ships—but the moment they step inside, take them out. Kill them all and capture their ships. No hesitation."
The soldiers nodded grimly, their weapons ready.
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The ships touched down, the imperial fleets landing beside Boyka's vessels. Moments later, the hatches of the imperial ships opened, and soldiers began to pour out, weapons drawn.
"Stay in your positions!" one of the imperial officers barked as they advanced.
Boyka stood near the ramp of his ship, hands raised in a gesture of surrender. His soldiers followed suit, their faces unreadable. The imperial forces, emboldened by what appeared to be an easy victory, stepped aboard Boyka's ships to begin their search.
It was their last mistake.
The moment the first imperial soldier crossed the threshold, Boyka's men sprang into action. The quiet surrender exploded into chaos as blasters fired, and blades flashed. The confined spaces of the ships worked to Boyka's advantage; the imperial forces were overwhelmed before they even realized what was happening.
Shots echoed through the ships as Boyka's soldiers moved with precision, cutting down the intruders one by one. Within minutes, the imperial forces were neutralized, their bodies sprawled lifeless on the metal floors.
"Secure the ships!" Boyka barked. "Strip them of anything useful—weapons, intel, uniforms. Move quickly!"
His soldiers obeyed without question, dragging the bodies from the ships and scavenging the imperial equipment.
As the last of the bodies were removed, Boyka surveyed the scene with grim satisfaction. "Burn the bodies," he ordered. "We can't leave any trace of what happened here."
The soldiers worked quickly, setting fire to the remains and ensuring no evidence would remain to alert Abbadon's forces.
Boyka stepped aboard one of the captured imperial ships, his gaze steely. "We're taking these ships. They'll make it easier to infiltrate the capital unnoticed. Everyone, gear up. We leave immediately."
As the fires burned behind them, Boyka and his men took to the skies once more, their fleet now bolstered by the stolen imperial vessels. The mission was far from over, but Boyka's resolve had only hardened.
"We press on," he said, his voice steady as the ships soared toward their destination. "Failure is not an option."
The soldiers remained silent, their determination mirrored in their commander's eyes. Together, they would face whatever lay ahead—and they would not falter.
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